Note: We did not mean for this chapter to be this long. We do not regret it in the slightest. Enjoy.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Ilia."
"It's no problem, Blake. Anything for a friend."
Their tone was warm and conciliatory, much like the air around them. The seat available to them at the local market had a wonderful view of the shore, and though there were dozens of Faunus wandering the sandy streets around them, they felt like it was just the two of them, together and at peace. It had been a very long time since either of them had felt like that, for all the wrong reasons. They could never forget the years they sent on wrong terms, the ground beneath them having seemingly been permanently scorched by their actions. But through all their struggles, and maybe because of them, they finally found each other once again. Two best friends, glad to have each other by their side.
"So, um, is the Faunus work going well?" Blake asked innocently.
"Yes. It seems like people finally have hope again," Ilia said bashfully. "It's crazy. For so long, I thought that peace was just some wishful, child-like dream that couldn't ever possibly come true. I thought that vengeance was the only way we were ever going to move forward. But now, it seems like our dreams are just around the corner. It's… strange."
"Strange, but good," Blake encouraged her gently. "The Faunus have had to struggle for so long in oppression, but you can feel the air is different here. Everyone seems to be just a little bit happier."
"And it's all thanks to you."
Blake shook her head. "Ilia, no it isn't."
"Of course, it is," Ilia said, clasping her hands together on the table. "You were the one who inspired them. You opened their eyes. You were the one with that dream of peace. I'm just honored to be standing by your side."
"You aren't standing by anyone's side. You're leading," Blake explained, her voice full of admiration.
"You're just being nice," Ilia blushed. "If I had gotten my way, the rights of Faunus would have been set back another hundred years. It's only because of you that—"
"No, I'm serious. Stop being shy," Blake said more assertively, sensing her friend's doubt. "You did just as much to help the Faunus as me. It may have taken you a little longer, but you're walking down the right path. You were the one who picked up all the slack after I left and carried the Faunus to new heights. If anything, I should be thanking you for everyone you've done."
Ilia smiled warmly and shared a quiet moment with her former enemy. Those words meant more to her than Blake may have ever realized. Or maybe she did realize. It would mean all the same. Still, Ilia could not help but notice the subtle tension in Blake's shoulders, the way that her gaze would occasionally avert from the table and stare across the horizon. There was something bothering her that she was unwilling to share. Ilia, determined, leaned a little closer to the table and cleared her throat.
"Blake, why did you really come out here?" she asked cautiously. "We both know a person doesn't travel halfway across the world just for small talk."
Blake's eyes widened as she leaned back in surprise. "Oh! Uh, yes. That… that that that…"
"What is it?" Ilia said, concern rising in her voice. "Did something happen?"
"Oh, no, everything's fine," Blake said assuredly. "I just needed to talk to you about something kind of important. Something it would be awkward to do over our Scrolls."
"Then tell me what's going on."
"Well," Blake said nervously, "I kind of needed to talk to you about your… crush on me."
Ilia felt a dead chill overtake her, stronger than the warmest of summer breezes.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Look, Blake—"
"I'm not judging," Blake said quickly. "Actually, you'll find this funny. What I wanted to ask you is—"
"Stop. Stop right there," Ilia said forcefully.
"But—"
"No. Before you say another word, I need to say something important." Ilia cleared her throat and sat up straight, capturing all of Blake's errant attention. "Yes, it's true that I have—had—feelings for you. They were messy, and complicated, and were occurring during a part of my life where I had nothing and thought I was doomed to be nothing. During those times, you were maybe the one good thing in my life. So much of our relationship was marred by jealously and abandonment, though, and as I've been looking back on it, I've been thinking to myself: was that really something special I felt? Or was it just a desperate infatuation that I was using to keep myself sane? I'm not saying that you aren't great. You are. You're more than great. You're truly wonderful in ways that I only wish I could be. I'm so glad that I'm your friend, and there used to be a time where I could want to be more than that, but now, I think I've found enough peace and truth within myself to recognize those feelings for what they really were. I'm satisfied with exactly what we have now, and I want to say that out loud and as clear as I can—for the both of us."
Blake was taken aback. "Oh. Uh, okay."
"Yeah. So, there's that," Ilia finished with a deep breath.
"So, you don't have, like, any residual romantic feelings toward me?"
"I care about you, Blake. Just… not like that. Not anymore."
Blake breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, okay then. That kind of makes this less awkward."
"Does it?"
"Way less awkward," Blake laughed. "Like, you have no idea how much that uncomplicates things."
"Well, that's good to hear," Ilia said contently. "I guess you were going to try to let me down easy?"
"What?" Blake asked with a snort. "Don't be silly. I was going to ask if you wanted to fuck me."
Ilia's eyes went wide, and her heart stopped, and she suddenly jumped forward out of her seat, flying across the table and tackling Blake to the floor. She straddled her friend's waist and grabbed onto Blake's collar, hoisting her head to meet her close, eye-to-eye.
"Yes!"
Blake stammered. "Wait, what?"
"I'll fuck you! I'll absolutely fuck you! As hard as I can!" Ilia said with the biggest, dumbest smile on her face. The people in the marketplace all turned to look at the crazed chameleon screaming about fucking her friend, but she did not give one single shit about them.
"You're serious?" Blake said, surprised, and mildly uncomfortable. "Wait, what happened to you not having feelings for me anymore?"
"That was a lie!" Ilia exclaimed desperately. "It was such a fucking lie, Blake! I'm so madly in love with you it hurts. I would do anything for you. I would do anything to you. I would let you do anything to me."
"Okay, you're kind of hurting me."
"Oh, sorry!" Ilia said, panicking. She hurriedly stood up and helped Blake to her feet, still uncaring about the massive amount of attention she had drawn to herself. Blake brushed the dirt off herself, feeling the mild bruises left on her shoulder blades. Ilia bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. "So, do you want to go back to your place? Or mine? Do you just want to strip and get on this table and then we can… you know?"
Blake rolled her eyes. "Ilia, we're not sleeping together, like, now. My friend is doing this big lesbian orgy porn shoot, and she needed actors involved, so I was going to recruit you. It's in a few weeks."
"Two weeks?" Ilia said, heartbroken. But, that was such a long time to wait! How was she going to yet another two weeks without finally getting to make love to the woman of her dreams? It seemed like an eternity. No. She had to be strong. She had waited her whole life for this, and now it was finally within her grasp. Another two weeks would be trivial, like no time at all. She confidently shook her head and pumped her fist into the air. "All right! Two weeks! I'll do it! I'll fuck you in two weeks like my life depends on it!"
"Yeah, great, whatever," Blake said dismissively. "Anyway, now that the sidequest shit is out of the way, we need to talk about why I'm actually here. A favor, technically"
"What is it, my love?" Ilia said, her heart aflutter. "I'll do anything you ask me? Climb a tree? Catch a fish? As long as we bang by the end of it, I'll kill God himself if I have to!"
"That's good to know," Blake said with a grin. "Because the truth is, it's a little… unorthodox."
The stage was set. It was different than she always imagined it, but it would do. Blake looked to the woman next to her and admired her work. She was a genius. An undoubtedly brilliant, horny genius.
Today would be the day. She could taste it. After nineteen long years of waiting, Blake Belladonna was finally going to fuck her mom.
The room: dark and candlelit. The air: steamy. The bed: covered in so many rose petals Ruby would have a seizure if she saw it. Her body: covered in the laciest, sluttiest lingerie she could find. Ilia's body: also covered in slutty lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Corsets. Chokers. They were the wet dream of any red-blooded male on the planet. Natural prey. But on this day, they were the predators, hunting for their prize. And in approximately two minutes, their target was going to wander into their den, blissfully unaware of its fate. How it was going to be… eaten…
"Going to be eaten?" Ilia said, confused.
"Oh, sorry," Blake said suddenly. "I guess I must have been narrating my inner thoughts out loud. That happens from time to time when I get dramatic."
"Well, I certainly like the allegory," Ilia said, biting her bottom lip. She reached over to caress Blake's thigh. "Comparing our ravaging of your mother to a wild hunt in nature is so fitting on so many different levels. Us being Faunus, us being youthful, us literally going down on your mom. It just works."
Blake rolled over to her side, accidentally and unknowingly brushing Ilia's hand away. "Yeah, I know, right? And Weiss says I'm a shitty author."
"I think you're a great author, Blake," Ilia sighed lovingly. "And you know, if your mom doesn't arrive soon, we can always do something to, you know… pass the time."
"I already told you," Blake said strictly. "I'll sleep with you after I bang my mom. That was the deal. When she finally crushes my head between her legs, that's when you get to go down on me in rapturous pleasure. Got it?"
Ilia groaned. "Fine. But what if she doesn't agree?"
"She'll agree," Blake said with certainty. "I mean, look at us. Look at how hot we are. This isn't exactly how I planned to sleep with her, but I think that the sight of two lacy sluts covered in rose petals is enough to get her to at least try it. Plus, I'm pretty sure she's going to be in heat this time of the month, so she'll be right on the edge of her sensibilities."
"If you say so. I just think you'll underestimating how much of a turn-off incest is for regular people."
"Or you're underestimating how much of a turn-on it is for regular people," Blake smirked.
Then, the moment arrived. Blake's ears perked up as the sound of the front door to the mansion opened, and she immediately jabbed Ilia in the arm to get her alerted. They took their positions, snuggling up next to each other, placing their hands on each other's tits and hips, narrowing their gaze, tilting down their heads, trying to look as seductive as humanly possible. Blake took an extra handful of rose petals and scattered it all over her perfectly smooth skin, and then she waited. Footsteps approached the door, and she heard the soothing sound of her mother's voice from just outside.
"We could have this conversation in the bedroom," Kali said calmly. "It will be far more comfortable in there."
Yes. Yes, it would be, Blake thought wickedly. The doorknob gently started to turn, and Blake felt her heart pounding in her ears. She gripped the satin sheets beneath her more tightly. Here it came. Any second now.
"Actually, Miss Belladonna, I think we should stay somewhere less… private? Also, can we make this quick? Blake can't find out that I'm here."
Wait. Was that another voice? Young. Female. Blake pursed her lips. It sounded familiar…
"Sure. Whatever you prefer," Kali said slyly, and suddenly, the doorknob ceased moving, and Blake heard footsteps moving away. No. No. No.
No no no no no no no no no no no no no fucking no.
"I appreciate it, Miss Belladonna. I don't want to get the wrong idea."
"Please, darling. Call me Kali."
"Sure. Can we talk, Kali?"
Blake, in a fearful panic, sat up from the bed and crawled over to its edge on her hands and knees. Ilia perked up as well—partially because she was concerned for Blake, but also because her friend's thong-clad ass happened to be bouncing directly in front of her face as Blake crawled forward.
"Is something wrong?" Ilia asked.
"Who is that?" Blake said worriedly. "No one else should be here. Where do I know that voice?" She stood up and headed toward the door, and naturally, Ilia bound after her, desperately following that booty.
"Where are you going?"
"Come on. We need to figure out who's cockblocking me," Blake said strongly. Ilia nodded, and the two lingerie-wearing Faunus moved silently through the mansion, creeping on the tips of the stiletto heels that Blake forced them to wear because—and this was her exact wording—"heels are sexy as fuck as long as you don't have to walk in them." They traveled to the common area of the mansion, Blake charging out ahead, giving Ilia ample time to enjoy the view of her phenomenal ass. Did Blake know that Ilia was checking her out? Probably. Did it bother her that Ilia was more interested in sleeping with her than helping her fuck her parent? A little. Did she still appreciate it? Yes. Her ass was great. It could seduce kings and queens alike, and most likely, her mom, too. If she saw it. Blake scowled. Of course, her mom was going to see her great ass. She was going to turn around and shove that in her mom's face if she had to! For the incest! For love!
The voices grew louder and louder when Blake gave the hand signal to stop, just around the corner from the living room. She and Ilia pressed their backs against the wall, and then hesitantly leaned around the bend to take a peek at the woman who stole Blake's prey from her just at the moment when she was about to bite. When Blake saw her competition, however, her heart instantly shattered, and her mind broke. Sitting on the couch, being gazed carefully by her mother, was a girl with long blonde hair, gorgeous violet eyes, and the biggest, most natural, amazing rack she had ever seen. She wasn't just competing with any animal—she was in the hunt alongside a dragon.
"So, you want me to be involved in an adult movie?" Kali said, stirring around her tea with a silver spoon.
"Yeah," said Yang awkwardly. "I know that's a weird thing to throw at someone, but trust me, this is going to do some incredible good in the world. But if we want it to succeed, we need to get a whole lot of attractive women who are willing to do some pretty kinky lesbian things to each other."
"Well, it's a good thing you came to me," Kali said with a small chuckle. "I don't know how much you about me past my relationship with my daughter, but back in the day, I was quite the wild child. Me and my friends used to perform all sorts of, let's say, experiments on each other. This was back when it was still mostly a taboo, of course. But you should have seen us go. I think you would have found it very enjoyable."
Yang tried her best to ignore the insinuation that Kali just gave her, and looked away even as the cat sunk her claws in further. "Well, uh… that's so great to hear. Do I take that to mean that you'll join us?"
"I'll do more than join," Kali purred. "I'm still friends with those ladies. Around a dozen of them. A few phone calls here and there, and I'm sure I can get them all lined up. Hell, maybe a few of their daughters, too."
"That'd be… that'd be so great," Yang said with a nervous smile. "Hey, speaking of daughters, there was actually one other thing I needed to talk to you about."
"Is it about Blake?"
"Yeah, actually," Yang explained. "You see, I don't really know how to say this, but Blake is also going to be taking part in this porn thing, and the thing is… she sort of wants to sleep with you."
Blake gasped in shock, and Ilia had to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent the others from detecting them. There it was. Boom. Out in the open. No fanfare. No seduction. Just the most powerful secret of Blake's life casually revealed—and not even by her. Kali reacted to the news that her daughter wanted to sleep with her calmly, placing her teacup down on the coffee table and frowning gently.
"Blake wants to have sex with me?" she said. Blake could hear the disappointment in her voice. It was all going wrong. She couldn't find out like that. Not offhandedly. She had to be seduced, baited in, overwhelmed with horniness that she lost touch with her senses. She had to be mildly curious before the first orgasm, and then she would descend into incest-loving madness. Reluctance was the key! Instead, she had Yang bizarrely and crudely stammering out her intentions, and a deep, unbridled fury started to burn within her chest.
"Yeah, so like," Yang said noncommittally, "she has these very weird detailed sex fantasies about you, and it's kind of well-written, but also kind of trash, but like in a good way? I don't know. The point is, Blake is my girlfriend, and I want to do something special for her. So, I was wondering how much money I needed to pay you to come onto her during the porn shoot."
"Yang, dear, that's not—"
"Now, listen, I know it's very strange and morally dubious," Yang said defensively. "I mean, incest is one of those things you either go for or you don't. But take it from someone with experience, you don't even realize what you are doing at the moment. You only start feeling the guilt when you're alone in your bed, crying yourself to sleep over your actions, wondering how you'll ever get into heaven, and then you wake up and see your sister changing next to you, and you take one look at her ass and think, 'Nah, that shit's worth going to hell over.' My point is that all I'm asking you is to send like five minutes during the orgy eating out Blake's pussy. You don't have to speak. You don't have to look her in the eye. Just let her cum like a firehouse all over your face, and take my money, and let Blake have this. Please?"
Blake seethed. One would think that her heart would be warmed by her girlfriend trying to give her such a sweet, personal present. But nope! She was a raging inferno ready to burst! Sex through payment? Her mother wasn't a hooker! She was Kali Belladonna, the hottest, sexiest, most nurturing MILF in Remnant! She deserved to be treated better than some ten-dollar whore found behind the dumpster.
Kali merely laughed and pawed away the suggestion. "Yang, darling, you can keep your money. I am never going to sleep with my daughter."
And then, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Blake's heart shattered into a trillion lustful pieces.
"Kali, please, you have to," Yang pleaded. "Incest isn't really that bad once you get to know it! And besides, it's your daughter! It's her hopes and dreams. You have to help her."
"I don't really care if it's Blake's dreams or not," Kali said bluntly. "Incest is gross, quite frankly. If it is her dream, then when she comes back, I'll have a long chat with her about it and schedule an appointment with a therapist. I'm not even going to humor the notion."
Ilia, sensing that Blake was about to leap into the open, grabbed onto her bicep—her surprisingly beefy bicep, she noticed—and her held her back. "Wait. Not yet," she whispered.
"But I think we've talked enough about Blake," Kali said suddenly. "What I really want to do is get to know… you."
Kali gently placed her hand on Yang's knees, and the two made eye contact and understood each other's intentions immediately. Blake resisted the urge to let out a banshee scream as Yang scooted to the far end of the couch.
"Oh, Miss Belladonna—"
"It's Kali."
"Look, Kali, you've got the wrong idea," Yang said quickly. "I'm not interested in sleeping with you."
"But you've been such a good friend and lover to my daughter," Kali cooed, crawling across the couch on all fours, kicking off her shoes behind her. "Surely, such a good friend deserves a reward. Plus, I don't want to show up to Atlas being rusty. I need practice."
"Well, surely, you can find practice elsewhere," Yang muttered, reaching a dead end.
"But there's so much of you to practice on," Kali moaned, staring directly at Yang's cleavage. Yang hurriedly covered up her chest with her forearm as Kali crawled on top of her, trapping her in place.
"Kali, seriously, I can't do this," Yang tried to explain. "You're Blake's mom. It would be super wrong. Okay, I mean, in one sense, it being super wrong makes it really hot, but in the other sense, I can't betray her like that. I think I love her."
"And that didn't stop you from screwing your sister, by the sound of it," Kali said, straightening up and reaching behind her back toward the tie of her hakama.
"Well, yeah, but that's different," Yang said, rolling her eyes. "No one else wanted to fuck my sister but me. Okay, Weiss did, but you know, fuck that snow-haired cunt and her bigoted opinions. If I slept with you, Blake would never forgive me. You're supposed to be hers."
"Last time I checked, I don't belong to anyone," Kali said with a smirk, untying her outfit. "And if Blake is who you are worried about, then…" With a simple gesture, Kali released her grasp and let her clothing fall away from her. All of it. Blake nearly came just seeing her mother naked right in front of her. She was everything she had ever imagined and more. The wording of her own fantasies came back to her. Smooth skin, tight abs, thick hips, freshly shaven, with boobs that are full and round like the moon and still holding their shape despite her age. She was unnaturally sexy, except, of course, she was all-natural, because she was perfect. And she was straddling her girlfriend instead of her.
"…what she won't know won't hurt her."
Yang, dumbfounded, just stared up and Kali's eternally beautiful naked body for a long moment. Her hands absentmindedly wandered to the mother's hips, and after not too long, she smiled.
"I mean… I guess you have a point there."
Kali fell forward, pressing their chests together as she growled like a feral beast, licking her lips which rested only a few centimeters away from Yang's.
"Then we shouldn't waste any more time."
Yang leaned in to kiss her.
Then, Blake fucking lost it.
She burst free from Ilia's grasp and leaped around the corner, landing on top of the coffee table and shoving her finger in their faces.
"Stop right there, you MILF-stealing cunt!"
The two women jumped up in shock. Kali covered herself instantly, scrambling to the other side of the couch as Yang through up her hands in a proclamation of innocence.
"Blake? What are you doing here?" Kali asked, embarrassed, and frustrated.
"I came by just to say hello," Blake said accusingly. "And also, you know, fuck the ever-living shit out of you. But I guess you were too busy trying to get balls deep in my girlfriend to notice!"
"Blake, this doesn't concern you," Kali growled. "Go to your room."
"Oh, don't tell me what to do, you two-timing bitch!" Blake snapped. "I can't believe you would cheat on dad with someone other than me in a context I don't approve of! What kind of mother does such a thing? And you," she said, pointing at Yang. "You're supposed to be off in Mistral recruiting Raven, and yet I find you hear ready to lick my mom clean like she was an ice cream cone? The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Blake, babe, come on!" Yang said with a sheepish grin. "You know I can't resist. She came onto me, and she said she wasn't going to sleep with you anyway, and my trip to see Raven didn't end in any mom-fucking, so what do you want? I have needs, too!"
"And those needs just happen to involve sleeping with my hot mom? Bullshit. Only I can fuck my mom!" She paused for a moment. "And my dad!"
"Wait," said Ilia. "Do you mean that only you and your dad can have sex with your mom, or only you can fuck both your mom and your dad?"
"Yes!"
It was only then that the three of them even bothered to notice that Ilia had made her presence known, slinking quietly behind Blake and backing her up, trying to look as intimidating as she could for a person wearing fishnets and a corset and wobbling in stilettos. They mostly just ignored her as Kali tried to establish some order.
"Blake, what I do with my time is none of your business, and I seriously can't believe you would be so disturbed to try to lust after the woman that gave birth to you?"
"What's wrong with me? What could be so wrong with you that you don't want any of this?"
Blake ran her hands up and down her lacy, black, one-piece lingerie corset, squeezing her breasts tightly before turning around and sticking out her gigantic, barely-covered ass. She twerked it up and down right in front of her mom's face, just to show that bitch was she was missing out on, but Kali seemed more annoyed than turned on, and frankly, that just pissed Blake off even more. She pouted and twerked faster, completely mesmerizing Ilia with her amazing gyrations but merely irritating her mother. Eventually, Yang got sick of the pettiness and stood up, shoving Blake off the coffee table.
"Oh, I know what's going on," Yang said, taking her place. "You're just jealous that your mom wants to bang me instead of you!"
Blake groaned. "I mean, yeah! I've been saying that shit from the beginning!"
"Well then," Yang said with a devious grin, grabbing onto her jacket, "do you think you would be even more jealous of… these?" With one forceful motion, Yang ripped her jacket and top clean off her body until she was down to just her yellow bra. Blake gasped in horror.
"Don't you… don't you fucking dare…"
"Or do you think your mom will be jealous of this?" Yang asked again, and with another swift motion, she tore off her pants and kicked off her boots, exposing her matching panties. She groped her own body and bent over at a ninety-degree angle, making sure to show Blake a deep view of her cleavage and—more importantly—showing Kali a view of her sweet ass. She may not have had the rear of her girlfriend, or such expensive lingerie, but her simple show of sexiness was enough to send Kali into a lustful moan. The MILF spread her legs wide, freeing herself from the remains of her clothing as she brought her fingers to her sex and started to rub herself. Her mouth slightly opened, and she brought her other hand to her lips, delicately licking each of her slender fingers as Yang started to twerk far better than Blake did. Ilia gasped in pure terror, but Blake simply felt the rage.
"You goddamn bitch. You goddamn whore."
"I'm your goddamn whore, babe," Yang said with a mischievous wink. "Now, if you excuse me, I think I'm going to go down on your mom. Sorry. Not sorry."
Blake's entire body trembled as Yang jumped off the coffee table with all the swagger in the universe and stood over Kali. She placed her hands on her hips as she watched the older woman playing with herself. Kali gave an encouraging, welcoming nod, begging for Yang to come forward and join her, and so the dragon stepped forward to claim her worthy prize.
Only she was stopped one more time, not by any moral platitudes or sensation of guilt—but rather by the stiletto heel that she narrowly dodged before it was driven into her skull.
Yang rolled to her feet, but Blake threw her other heel at her head and charged forward. Yang blocked the shoe but was tackled to the floor, and soon, the two lovers erupted into a brutal slapping fest.
"I'll murder you, you slut!" Blake cried, pulling at Yang's hair.
"She's mine, dammit!" Yang shouted back, pawing at Blake's face. "Accept your defeat and let me fuck her!"
"Never!" Blake screamed back, clawing at Yang's boobs. "I will fuck my mom if it's the last thing I'll do, and you won't take her from me!"
The two rolled over each other numerous times, their scrap dragging across the entire living room. Ilia and Kali looked on with a tidal wave of thoughts running through their minds. They were girlfriends, teammates, family. They shouldn't be fighting, Ilia and Kali knew. They could hurt each other. They could permanently ruin their friendship. It was terrible. Horrible. So very, very bad. But then again, watching two teenage, buxom, sexy Huntresses in their underwear in the midst of an incest-driven, lust-fueled, drama-heavy catfight… well…
Holy fucking God, it was the hottest thing either of them had ever seen.
Kali looked and at Ilia, and Ilia looked at Kali, and then Kali threw one arm behind her head to relax as she resumed fingering herself, sighing contently watching the two sluts fight over her body. Ilia standing uncomfortably by the couch, felt like she might as well have joined along, and slipped two fingers beneath the hem of her scarlet panties, passively stroking her slit as she watched the Huntresses battle.
Eventually, Yang threw Blake off of her, and the two continued their duel on their feet, scratching at each other wildly as they stumbled into the connected kitchen. Ilia and Kali watched on in perverted delight as the two shouted down each other while taking wild, nonstrategic jabs at each other.
"All I ever wanted was to sleep with her!" Blake shouted furiously. "Not save the world! Not help the Faunus! I just wanted to tap her! And you stole that from me!"
"She doesn't want you, Blake!" Yang screamed back. "Accept defeat and go away!"
"You can never keep it in your pants!" Blake shoved her.
"You can never learn to move on!" Yang shoved back.
"She's the woman of my fantasies!"
Yang cried as loud as she could, shoving Blake with all of her strength. "Your fantasies suck!"
Blake's rage went into overload. She drew back as her fist, and with every bit of strength she had, she threw it forward and landed it smack into Yang's nose, sending the blonde stumbling backward.
Ilia stopped masturbating. That punch looked a little too harsh for a catfight.
A trickle of blood ran down from Yang's nose as her Aura flickered around her. She gritted her teeth and threw down her hands. She may have ripped off her clothing, but there was one article of clothing she failed to remove: the golden bracelets around her wrists. She flicked them down, and her gauntlets suddenly materialized, locked and loaded.
Kali stopped masturbating. "Uh… girls?"
Blake snarled and looked to the kitchen counter next to her. She snatched a long butcher's knife from its holder, and held it in a reverse grip, ready to strike.
Ilia looked at Kali.
And Kali looked at Ilia.
And then they both realized that Blake and Yang were trained Huntresses.
Oh, fuck.
Ilia and Kali called out for them to stop, but Blake dashed forward, her knife ready to strike.
"I'll kill you, you motherfucking motherfucker!" she screeched. Yang jabbed to counter, but Blake disappeared in a puff of smoke. She reappeared behind Yang, leaping into the air for leverage and grabbing Yang's hair, pulling her back to knock her off-balance. She drove her knife up and into Yang's side, stabbing as hard as she could into Yang's sexy smooth skin. Yang howled in pain, but recovered quickly, grabbing Blake from behind and throwing the crazed bitch off of her. Blake backflipped through the air and landed on her feet, rushing forward again.
"Come at me, bi-atch!" Yang shouted, triggering her Semblance. "I'll rip that incest fetish right out of your stupid head!"
Blake lunged forward with the blade, her decade of assassin experience coming to her advantage, but Yang blocked with her gauntlets. Blake swung again, and again, each strike driven with precision and intent to kill, and Yang blocked each of them, high and low, left and right. Blake feigned with a kick, but Yang was prepared and delivered a hook to Blake's midsection, knocking her away. She followed up with a series of shotgun blasts, and Blake dove behind the kitchen counter for cover. The blasts shattered through the wooden frame, and even Ilia and Kali had to dive for cover as the battle spilled over to the space by the couch.
"Girls, calm down!" Kali begged. "This is a little intense!"
"Fucking die, you whore!" Blake shouted as Yang started to reload. She jumped back up over the counter, sweeping her leg over the polished surface to drive it into Yang's head, but her girlfriend was ready. She caught the leg and used Blake's momentum against her, swinging her against the oven as hard as she could, shattering the glass door. Blake had not a moment to recover before Yang picked her up and planted her face against the counter. She screamed and dragged Blake's head across the countertop, knocking aside the dishes and cups and cutlery left on its surface. Blake's Aura broke as she reached the counter's end, and Yang picked her up by the throat with a single hand, holding her above her head before driving her other fist into Blake's stomach. She chokeslammed Blake hard into the ground, shattering the kitchen tiles completely, and leaned over her, choking the life out of the jealous cat.
"Just give up already!" Yang bellowed. "You can't win!"
Blake? Give up? Not anymore. She was through running. She was going to face her challenges head-on, whether it be her own anxieties about the Grimm, or her evil ex-boyfriend, or her current girlfriend trying to fuck her mom out from under her. She would not yield! With the last of her strength, she slashed up with her knife, jamming it into Yang's arm, causing the dragon to release her grip. Blake kipped up to her feet as Yang stumbled back, and launched forward with a string of slashes to Yang's gigantic boobs.
"Go fuck yourself, you indignant slut!" she cried, swiping at her girlfriend's huge knockers. Yang stumbled back, desperate. She was running out of steam. She had to act, or Kali would be stolen right from under her. Blake reared back her knife, ready for the killing blow. Yang threw up her arms to defend herself, but she had a plan. The knife collided with her gauntlets, and for just a moment, it seemed like they hit a standstill. But, at the moment of contact, Yang smirked. With a snap of her fingers, a cluster of grenades dropped from her weapons, and Blake stared at it for the brief seconds in which it descended to the earth. She felt fear.
The bombs hit the floor, and the entire kitchen exploded, sending Yang and Blake flying into the living room. Shrapnel flew everywhere, and Ilia and Kali screamed as they took cover, clutching each other for safety behind the couch. Yang and Blake landed before them with a thud, bloody and bruised yet, to be honest, still pretty sexy. Not that abuse is sexy or anything, but Kali and Ilia could admit that they still looked good in their underwear. The kitchen was on fire, and a thin layer of smoke filled the air, but all of the attention in the room was on the two girlfriends lying on the ground, seeing who would recover first.
They both came to at the same time, and started to rise to their hands and knees. Blake, groggily, got up to her elbows, but then immediately collapsed. Yang rose to her knees, took a deep breath, and then stood up fully. She looked down at Blake with disappointment and sorrow in her eyes. It was over. Done. She was the victor. Blake looked up at her in defeat, blood trickling from her lip. And seeing Yang standing proud, with passionate flames burning behind her, and then seeing the look of sensational awe that Kali was giving the winner of their battle, one horrible truth became very clear to her in that moment.
Blake Belladonna was never, ever, ever… going to have sex with her mom.
Yang cast one final glance at Blake and then turned her attention to Kali. The MILF had no time to react before Yang picked her up in her arms bridal-style, and dumped her onto the couch. Kali had one second to breathe, and then Yang—in full view of Blake—planted her mouth hard against Kali's and dug her tongue into her cheeks. Their tongues waged a passionate war with each other out in the open, one more intense than the battle Yang just fought with Blake. Blake watched with horror as Kali moaned into the kiss, and then it was suddenly broken off as Yang threw herself onto the couch, her head landing directly between Kali's spread-eagled legs. She inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of Kali's sex, and then looked at Blake's desperate pleading eyes one final time.
Yang winked at her, and grinned, and then shoved her tongue deep into Kali's cunt.
The MILF threw her head bag and let out a delighted scream as she was swept up in the orgasmic licks of Yang's tongue. Her daughter was but a distant memory as she let herself get eaten out by the fiery teenage Huntress. Ilia clasped her hand over her mouth and shock, and Blake's eyes quickly started to well with tears as Kali moaned Yang's name over and over and over again, lost in ecstasy. Blake's strength returned to her, but she didn't use it to fight back. She stumbled to her feet, hunched over, a broken, bleeding mess, and with tears in her eyes and heavy sobs coming from her lips, she sprinted out the door, running barefoot into the town. Ilia called out to her and followed, leaving the lesbians to do their work.
All of the citizens of Menagerie heard the explosion from the Belladonna Manor, and each of them clamored from a distance to see what was happening. They could not look inside, or could they ever understand what sort of depraved fucking was happening within its walls. All they could see was a catgirl in black lingerie sprinting away from the mansion as fast as she could, crying loudly and painfully, a sexy redhead in lingerie following close behind her, trying to summon her back.
For Blake, the gazes of the Faunus meant nothing. They would see her blood. They would see her tits. They would see her ass. But they would never truly see her broken heart.
