Note: So this chapter is kind of explicit sorry not sorry enjoy.
Ruby called it a Hate Circle.
Yang wanted to call it a nudity circle, but Ruby didn't think that was a very accurate label. Most of them were still wearing some form of clothes. Was she? No. But Yang had her boots, and Weiss her underwear, and Blake—well, she had taken off her jacket and her pants had been lost somewhere in the ether in the big pile on the chair, but aside from that, she was pretty clothed as well. Jinn wasn't, though considering her status as an unanatomically correct supernatural being, Ruby did not believe it counted, and Salem and Emerald hadn't taken off any of their clothes. Yet.
A Hate Circle was a far more appropriate term. Watching Salem and Jinn was enough evidence of that. Ruby had made the shocking discovery that Grimm could get drunk, or could at least make an attempt, since Salem was guzzling down a bottle of vodka like her life depended on it. Jinn, who had shrunken herself down to the size of a regular person to fit more comfortably inside the room, was sitting by the fireplace, arms crossed and shooting daggers through the head of her ex-girlfriend. Qrow, knowing better than to stay around angry lovers, took Oscar out of the room and to another house, and Salem wasn't in the mood to do anything to stop their escape. Same with the rest of Team RWBY, which was why they could sit comfortably out of their binds as they watched Salem ramble on and on.
"You know something," the Grimm Queen muttered. "That's probably not even real gold around your waist. You never got it appraised. It's probably some cheap shit the Gods made up to make you feel pretty."
"You want to talk about cheap shit?" Jinn sneered. "Look at what you are wearing. Is this what the proud and mighty Salem has been reduced to? You look like an inner-city hooker that gives anal for five dollars."
"Hey, I am a bad bitch!" Salem growled, taking a heavy swig of vodka. "I work this getup, so don't be jelly of my style. And if you want to talk about looking like a hooker, look in a mirror."
Jinn rolled her eyes. "For the thousandth time, I don't. Have. Genitalia. There is no reason I have to wear clothes."
"Sure there is," Salem stated. "It's called, 'Not looking like a fucking whore.' Seriously, you can't walk around as a giant naked blue lady with your tits hanging out. It's indecent. If the neighbors saw us…"
"We don't have any neighbors!" Jinn groaned. "We live in a castle in the middle of a wasteland! No one lives anywhere close to us!"
"The Grimm can see!"
"They're Grimm! Dumb fucking Grimm!"
"They can still judge!"
Ruby tepidly coughed, finding enough of a break in the arguing to draw the attention of the two ancient beings. "I'm sorry," she began, "but I'm very confused. Salem, you and Jinn used to date each other?"
"Ugh. Yes, unfortunately," Salem moaned. "It was a long time ago. A very long time ago. I met her during one of my campaigns against Ozpin. He was trying to transport the Relic of Knowledge from Vale to Vacuo. This is before he started making Vaults like he was starting up a banking company. Anyway, I ambushed the caravan his followers were using, and I claimed the Relic after slaughtering all of his forces with Grimm. I didn't really know what I was going to do with the Relic at the time, or even how to operate it, but I knew that if Ozpin wanted me not to have it, then I wanted it."
"That sounds petty," Weiss noted.
"Child, have you met me?"
"But hold on," said Blake. "If you didn't know how to operate the Relic, how did you summon her?"
"Oh, that?" Salem said casually. "After my victory, I returned to my castle and decided to host a little celebration with my Grimm. I didn't have many followers at the time, so it was sort of a pity party, now that I think about it. I don't really remember all the details, but I remember that I was having a victory dance with the Relic, and I got really thirsty, and I said out loud, 'Boy, I could really go for some gin.' And then suddenly, time froze and this blue lady popped out of the lamp."
Jinn nodded, smiling as she reminisced on the occasion. "I had been trapped in the lamp for a long time at that point, so you can imagine how wonderful it was when my first sight in hundreds of years was the face of this beautiful woman. The surprised look she gave when she saw me was adorable. When I explained the rules of the lamp to her, the very first question she asked me was if I wanted to go on a date with her."
"Awww," Yang fawned. "Salem, that's so sweet. I didn't know you were such a ladykiller."
"Yes," Salem agreed. "I have killed tens of thousands of women."
"That's not what I—"
"I have murdered so many people."
"Anyway," Ruby said quickly. "What was it like dating someone like Salem?"
Jinn opened her mouth, but before she could answer, Salem snapped to attention. "Don't answer that!" The genie pursed her lips and shook her head, while Team RWBY and Emerald just looked on, confused.
"What's wrong?" Blake asked.
Salem snapped again. "Don't answer that either, you blue bitch!"
Weiss narrowed her gaze. "Hey, that's no way to talk to someone."
"I completely agree!" Salem said with a cruel chuckle. "But then again, you can't exactly talk to Jinn like a normal person."
"Oh, will you shut up?" Jinn said, irritated. "I'm right here."
"Okay, what is going on?" Ruby asked, concerned. Before Jinn could even contemplate answering, Salem sat up on the couch, leaning forward with her arms pressed straight against the cushions behind her. Her white hair fell into her face as she sighed and finished off the vodka bottle, throwing the empty glass to the side to let it shatter against the nearby wall.
"Here's the deal," Salem stated. "When we started dating, everything was great. We spent some romantic evenings together, took strolls around the wasteland, cracked jokes and sang and danced together. She was even surprisingly great in bed for someone with no vagina. But you see—"
Yang interrupted her, smirking sinfully. "Don't you mean… va-Jinn-a?"
Salem stared at Yang with a blank expression for a long moment and then she scowled. "Fuck you."
"Sorry. Couldn't help it."
"As I was saying," Salem continued. "It was all going great for a little while. But you see, here's the problem with dating a magical being confined to a set of rules. You can't violate those rules, and that means that whenever Jinn is asked three questions that result in the asker gaining knowledge, she is forced back into the lamp for a hundred years. And let me tell you something: You don't realize just how many questions you ask on a day-to-day basis until you suddenly can't. I mean, you can't ask her anything. How is your day going? Nope. Do you want to see a movie later? Nope. What time is it? Nope. Even really small shit has to be worded extremely carefully, or else this overly literal cunt will fuck you up the ass. Like, do you know what happens if you ask her, 'Can you pass the salt?' Do you think she actually hands you the salt? Of course, not! She'll reply, 'Yes, I can pass the salt,' and then guess what? You're down one question, and your pot-roast is still bland as fuck! It's unbelievable! Do you have any idea how long I slaved over that fucking pot-roast?" Jinn opened her mouth, but Salem pointed a finger at her. "That was a rhetorical question!"
Jinn huffed. "Oh, please, it's not nearly as bad as your making it out to be. And besides, I didn't make the rules. You can't be mad at me for some biological function completely out of my control."
"Sure, I can," Salem claimed. "People get mad at women when they are on their periods. I don't see how this is any different."
"What are you talking about?" Jinn cried. "That is a massive false equivalence."
"No it isn't!"
"Really?" Jinn asked. "You want to argue with me about whether or not something is correct?"
"Oh, here we fucking go," Salem moaned, throwing herself back onto the couch. "Listen up girls, because I'm about to spill some goddamn tea up in here."
"Hey, calm down," Emerald said, trying to ease the tensions, but Salem had fully entered bad bitch mode, and there was no more escaping her wrath.
"See, I could handle the questions," Salem stated. "I accidentally sent her back into the lamp a few times, but I always waited for her. I never cheated and never went astray, and yeah, I had to wait a hundred years to bring her back, but I always was there for her. The real problem is that she's an egotistical know-it-all! Every single day, she does nothing but correct you on the tiniest details. Every. Single. Day. She always acts so superior because she knows everything in the universe, so she has to be the one to make all the decisions. You can't plan anything out ahead of time without her trying to change things. It's so fucking irritating. Oh, and you know what else? It turns out you can't hide anything from her, because your own thoughts count as knowledge, so she literally knows everything you've ever thought. So, she'll correct you on some stupid fucking thing, and then she'll ask you if you're bothered by it, and you—trying to be a good girlfriend—tell her you aren't to protect her feelings, but then she just corrects you on that, too! Like, if you already know that I'm bothered by it, don't fucking ask me if I'm bothered by it! That's not so fucking hard."
Jinn stood up, entering the middle of the circle. "Wow. Fantastic story, Salem. I'm glad to see that after all these centuries, you still can't help but leave out the important details."
Salem shoved her face into the couch cushions and screamed.
"So, kids, do you want to know the actual reasons I broke up with Salem?" Jinn asked with vengeful glee. "I'll give you this knowledge free of charge."
Blake, unable to resist the juiciest of gossip, leaned forward eagerly. "Yes, ma'am!"
"Okay. Here's the real reason: she's obsessive," Jinn stated with disdain. "She calls me egotistical, but she doesn't care about anyone's needs other than her own. I spent eighty-three years with Salem—not counting the time in the lamp—and you know how much of that she spent in her little chapel plotting against humanity? Seventy point zero one three three eight percent of it. That, by the way, is a fact. All she did was think of schemes to stop Ozpin. That's all it ever was to her. Ozpin Ozpin Ozpin! She couldn't get the man out of her head. It was lunacy. Complete and utter lunacy."
"You know, she's kind of still like that," Emerald confessed reluctantly. "I'm working for her now, and she still does a lot of planning to destroy Ozpin. I've been trying to ween her off it over the last day."
Salem picked her head off the couch and snipped at Emerald. "She already knows that, Em. She knows everything that's ever happened. The only reason she isn't bragging about it is that she's trying to gain sympathy."
Jinn cocked her head to the side. "Oh, look everyone. Salem is projecting. Again."
"Projecting schmojecting," Salem hissed. "Hey, Jinn, here's a question for you. What am I going to do in five seconds?"
Jinn groaned. Technically speaking, she did not have to answer that. She was only bound by the Law of the Gods to answer questions that provided direct knowledge, and Salem had actually given her a request to perform a specific action, which was to guess her next move. She didn't really want to say anything more to that woeful woman, but there were people watching her, and it wouldn't count as something that would send her back into her lamp, so she disappointedly answered. "You know very well that I cannot tell you of events that have yet to occur. However, I do know that for the past fifteen seconds, you have been thinking of flipping me off—"
Salem stuck up both her middle fingers and sneered. "You're goddamn right."
"Good Lord, you're a child," Jinn wallowed. She turned back to the girls. "Here's another thing she likes to do. My purpose was to serve humanity, and so I never willingly gave information about how to defeat Ozpin to her, right? Well, she couldn't ask me point blank because that would use up my questions, but she still wanted me to help her. So, every day she would try to manipulate me into giving up information about humanity so that she could destroy them. It was so deceitful, and it wasn't like I didn't know about her little schemes. I know everything, but she would still try to lie to me anyway. How am I supposed to build a relationship if I'm dating someone who doesn't respect me?"
"I respected you more than anyone ever could," Salem said, rising to her feet as well and menacingly taking a step toward the center of the circle.
"Bull to the shit!" Jinn cried. "You just wanted me as your slave, like everyone else!"
"You dumped me like pile of bricks!" shouted Salem. "After so much time together, you could have let me down easy. We could have kept it friendly, but you burned that bridge like all the rest."
"I burned that bridge? The second I broke up with you, you used all three questions to force me to retell you about all the fucked up sex stuff you made me do for you. And then, once that was done, you threw my lamp in the middle of the motherfucking ocean!"
"You loved that sex stuff and you deserved what you got! Be happy! At least the dolphins would listen to you talk about how great you are!"
"You are a miserable cunt."
"You're a miserable cunt."
"No, you are."
"You are."
"You are!"
"You are!"
As the two ancient women descended into madness and bickering, Yang quietly turned to the rest of her teammates and sighed awkwardly. "Hey, girls, can I say something really quick?"
They turned their full attention to her as the fighting continued. It probably should have been even more awkward considering that she couldn't stop staring at their various states of undress, but somehow, that wasn't really a thought on her mind. She was concerned with something she considered far more pressing, and her sister noticed her unease and placed a comforting hand on her bare shoulder.
"Yang, what's the matter?"
"It's just… I've been thinking a lot," Yang said humbly. "Like… today has been really fucking weird, hasn't it?"
"You can say that again," Weiss shuddered, pulling her knees in close to her chest. "I mean, first we were assaulted by Grimm on the train to Argus, then we got separated from the others, then we learned the origin of the entire human species, then all of our fetishes got revealed to each other, then Blake tried to tell us her fantasy of fucking her mom, then you and I tried to bang Ruby, and then we were kidnapped by Salem who's now sort of hot—"
"Wait, hold on a second," Emerald said sternly. "Yang, you tried to have sex with your own sister?"
Blake shrugged her off. "It was a whole thing. Pretty hot, to be honest. Just ignore it though."
"I don't care how sexy you look in that dress. You still suck, cunt!" shouted Jinn.
"And just because you've stayed in incredible shape despite being stuck in that lamp doesn't mean you don't have the personality of a pit viper, you cunt!" Salem shouted back.
"What I was getting at," Yang picked up where she left off, "is that despite whatever has happened today, I hope we don't let it, you know, contaminate us."
"What do you mean?" Blake asked.
Yang fidgeted uncomfortably. "Well, I don't want the rest of our journey to Atlas to just be one big sex adventure. Like, fantasizing about Salem and trying to have sex with Ruby is fun and all, but I want to move past that and pay attention to the things that actually matter."
"I'm with Yang," Ruby nodded. "The reason we became Huntresses wasn't to get laid. It was to stop the Grimm and help people. We don't want to just become a bunch of horndogs."
"Exactly," Weiss agreed. "I've been saying that from the start. It's perfectly fine for us to have our urges. It's part of being human. But it can't become a burden for the rest of our team. We need to put aside our lust and focus on what's important for the good of the world."
"Yeah," Blake said as she reflected back on their long day. "I've got to refocus. The most important thing to me isn't tonguing my mom's ass. It's helping build a world where humans and Faunus are treated as equals. I want us all to be able to live together in peace. I can't help any Faunus by screwing my parents, regardless of how insanely hot it would be."
"You think just because you have perfect tits and a great ass you can get away with whatever you want? Huh, cunt?" said Jinn.
"Oh, don't even pretend that you've always been attracted to me, cunt," Salem hissed.
Ruby smiled proudly. "You know, Yang, I think that's really mature of you to put your own desires aside to help people."
"Thanks, Ruby," Yang said warmly. "You're the best sister a girl could ask for—in a non-incest way, of course."
"Are you kidding? I've always been attracted to you. You're the sexiest woman on the planet, and that's a fact. And now, in that dress, in those heels, you're somehow even hotter than you were all those centuries ago! Cunt!"
"Well, I can't even compare to you! You were designed by the Gods to have the body of a perfect woman. I could bury myself in your ass for days… cunt!"
"Do you really mean that?"
"I sure do!"
"You know," said Emerald. "Hanging out with you these past few minutes, having to give Salem a sexy makeover, it's really made me think about why we're even hating each other in the first place. You're all cool people. I mean, except for the weird kinks."
"Yeah," Ruby agreed. "I mean, the only reason we ended up fighting was because of Cinder, and I don't even know what happened to her."
"I know she's alive somewhere," Emerald stated. "I hope she's doing well. Don't tell anyone about this, but I sort of have this big crush on her."
"Really? That's crazy," laughed Ruby. "So do I."
"Because she's so hot, right?"
"Right!"
"I hate your stupid, perfect lips."
"I hate your gorgeous red eyes..."
"I hate your creamy blue skin…"
"Man, we have good taste in women," Emerald smirked. "I'm not even mad at you."
"Hey, just don't tell her, okay?" Ruby said earnestly. "It would be very awkward the next time we fight."
"Oh, don't worry," Emerald said passively. "I think we can agree that whatever happens in Brunswick Farms stays in Brunswick Farms."
"Right," agreed Yang. "Nothing leaves this farmhouse."
"Right," said Ruby. "Nothing."
"Nothing," said Weiss.
"Nothing," said Blake.
"Nothing," they all said together.
With that settled, they turned back to the center of the circle, where Salem and Jinn had been arguing so intensely that they were now only inches apart as they screamed their head's off.
"You're an abomination to humanity," Jinn said, biting her bottom lip.
"You never should have been created," Salem muttered, eyes running up and down Jinn's figure.
"You're a disgusting, spiteful thing," Jinn countered, licking her lips.
"I should have left you at the bottom of the ocean," Salem purred.
"Maybe you should have," Jinn moaned. "It's rather wet down there."
"I can think of something else that's wet," Salem cooed. They deeply into each other's eyes for a long moment, stepping even closer together until their chests were pushed up against each other's and they could caress the bare skin on the other's arms. The girls watching them very quickly realized what was happening, but not quickly enough to stop it.
"So," Jinn hissed, "do you want to take that dress off?"
Salem, with a confident smirk, grabbed onto the fabric by her tits, and with one sharp tear, ripped the dress completely off her body, exposing her bare body to the winter air, leaving herself in nothing but her stiletto heels. "Bitch, you already know the answer to that question."
Jinn lunged forward, grabbing onto Salem as tackling her onto the couch, desperately making out with her ex-girlfriend. The girls watched from the sidelines as Salem, pinned down to the cushions, wrapped her legs around Jinn's waist, tight like a bow, as their tongues battled furiously, the sounds of their intense make out mixed into their sultry moans. The two were lost grinding against each other, Salem rubbing her sex into Jinn's lack thereof, but the genie moaned passionately all the same. Jinn hurriedly started playing with Salem's perfect tits, running her hands across the mounds and squeezing them and molding them to her own desires. Salem's tongue went out of control, and it left the warm confines of the inside of Jinn's teeth as it trailed down her jaw, then her throat before Salem latched onto the space by Jinn's collarbone and began to suck on it deeply.
"Oh, I hate your fucking guts," Jinn gasped as Salem bit hard into her skin. "You are such a fucking monster."
"You're such a disgusting waste of space," Salem said breathlessly, reaching her hands down and grabbing two thick handfuls of Jinn's firm ass. "I'm going to wipe you off this planet with the rest of these miserable humans."
"Oh, you're such a naughty girl," Jinn sighed. "You need to be punished."
"Oh, punish me, Jinn! Please!" Salem cried. She turned beneath Jinn and got on all fours, and Jinn crawled over her, almost mounting her so that their upper bodies were pressed firmly into one shape. Jinn buried her tongue into the crease of Salem's neck as one hand continued playing with her tits, and another reached around to give her a firm slap on her ass. Salem screamed in maddened delight, and Jinn smacked her ass, again and again, watching as the flesh caved underneath her palm. Every time she struck the flesh, she would grab onto it and give it a tight squeeze, molding it around and watching Salem bend and buckle under her every touch. The Queen of the Grimm was helpless under the control of the genie, completely powerless… and she loved every moment of it.
"Who's still my Slutty Salem?"
"I am. I'm your little whore!"
"What was that?"
"I'm your little whore, Mistress!"
"Good," Jinn moaned hungrily. "I'm the one asking the fucking questions now, and you better give me the answers I want. Got that?"
"Yes, Mistress! Yes!" Salem moaned deeply.
It was at the moment hen Jinn shoved three fingers inside of Salem's cunt, and the white-skinned woman screamed so intensely that her knees gave out and she collapsed face-first into the couch cushion, toes clenching, fists balling and her voice lost in the harsh fabric, that Yang, who was watching the entire incident with great interest, realized something: she needed to have sex. Right there. At that very moment. Could she masturbate to the sight of Salem getting hardcore dominated by a magical genie? Sure. Would anyone have judged her? Probably not. But she would not have gotten such a pure satisfaction as she would have from another girl forcing herself deep inside her. There was a time and a place for being ashamed and watching two supernatural creatures fuck each other like animals in heat was not that time. That, she determined, was the time to get laid. She needed the full-on contact of another human being, and she needed it right fucking now. She felt slightly hopeless about her chances when suddenly, she remembered something.
Ruby. Was it not an hour ago that she was forcing her sister into her breasts, trying to rip her clothes off so she could pound her like… what was the phrase she had used again? A tender chicken breast? If Ruby was down for it before Salem showed up, why wouldn't she be after while watching her greatest enemy getting fingered? It seemed so logically sound! With a devious smirk, Yang turned her gaze away from the sex—difficult as that was—and toward her sister.
"Hey, Ruby, listen up—" She started, but her eyes went wide as she froze in shock. Ruby was a bit preoccupied at the moment, specifically with Weiss straddling her waist and forcing her tongue down her throat. Yang tried to protest, but Weiss held up a finger, instructing her to wait as she finished sucking down Ruby's face. After an eternity of kissing, Weiss finally pulled her lips away with a loud smack, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to her leader's. Ruby stared up at the Atlasian in wonder, her eyes glassy and her mouth barely hanging open. Yang had no chance anymore. Ruby was completely Weiss-drunk.
"Sorry, Yang," Weiss said, casting her a knowing, lustful glare. "You were saying something?"
"Yeah," Yang shouted, outraged. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Look, I know I was preaching pretty hard earlier, but the truth is, I'm really horny right now," Weiss explained with a delicate shrug. "And you know what else? I'm tired of this whole 'virginity' thing, so Ruby and I are going to fix that problem. She's a slutty little thing and, well… what happens in Brunswick Farms, right?"
Weiss casually shoved Ruby onto her back and crawled over her face, giving the young Huntress a perfect view of her stained lace panties. She reached down to her hips, and still looking Yang dead in the eye, she removed them, inching them slowly down her thighs until they peeled away from her folds, sticking slightly as her juices clung to the fabric. She pulled them down her soft skin and over her feet, swinging it around her little finger as Yang's hands balled into fists.
"Listen here, you little—"
Before the words could escape her, Weiss thrust her damp panties into Yang's mouth, and the blonde's anger was quickly overwhelmed by the taste of the heiress's lust. Weiss placed a single finger to Yang's lips, tracing them gently, as she hovered her glistening sex over Ruby's stunned, expressionless face.
"Sorry, but you're going to have to shut up for a moment," Weiss said with a sly shrug. "Now, if you don't mind me… I have to facefuck your sister."
Yang watched helplessly as Weiss forced her pussy down onto Ruby's lips and began gyrating back and forth on her face, grinding her sex deeper and deeper into Ruby's mouth as the young Huntress's instincts took over and she went to work going down on her teammate. Weiss softly ran a finger through Ruby's hair as she brought her other hand down to her clit, massaging it as Ruby unconsciously, but still rather eagerly, ate her out. She released a guttural moan as her eyes locked with Ruby's silver ones, and she didn't really care that the girl's mind was nowhere to be found. As long as her tongue was still there, she was pretty okay with it.
Yang, completely defeated and with a pair of soaked panties in her mouth, turned to Emerald and Blake, whose gazes were caught between the furious fingering on the couch and the passionate pussy-eating to their right. Yang looked at Blake, and Blake looked at Yang, and Emerald looked away from the both of them with a deep blush, and then Blake, with a casual shrug, took off her shirt, and then her bra.
"So… bumblebee for life, right?"
"Mmmmh mmmh mmh mmmmmh."
"I'll take that as a yes."
