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Ruby's severed head landed directly in Ruby's lap. Her reaction was predictable.
"Holy shit!" She batted the head away like a volleyball, sending it bouncing off the walls. "Get it away! Get it away!"
"Cinder, what the fuck!" Weiss screamed at the top of her lungs. She was so shocked she couldn't even fight back, merely shaking her fist in an indecent rage. "You killed my Ruby!"
"Yep. Problem solved!" Cinder declared proudly, placing her hands on her hips. A few splatters of blood landed on her tits, and she flicked it off like one would some specks of dust. "We win, Ruby."
"No, we don't!" Ruby shouted, scampering over the cum-soaked bed to get as far away from Cinder as possible. "You cut my head off! How do I win anything?"
"Because I didn't cut your head. I cut off your head," Cinder explained. "Actually, though, you have a point. Really I win."
Weiss gritted her teeth, pointing at Ruby's headless body as it started to slump off the mattress. "Bullshit! You murdered her! You murdered my Ruby, you piece of shit!"
"She was a fake and a charlatan," Cinder stated. "She's totally inferior to the real deal. I mean, she doesn't even have a head."
"Gee, I wonder why that is!" Weiss said bitterly. She was pretty frustrated about the whole deal—not nearly as much as she could have been, though. Granted, this was the second time she watched Ruby die in, like, twenty minutes. The first time was rather shocking; the second was borderline cliché. Plus, how badly could she miss Ruby when Ruby was literally right next to her, also freaking out about her decapitated, blood-and-semen-covered corpse that was ungracefully sliding off the bed, dragging the sheets off with it. But, that being said, she was still pissed! That was her Ruby, goddammit! She loved and cherished her like she was the only Ruby in the world, even though all evidence pointed to the contrary. More than loving and cherishing her, she had just fucked the shit out of her, and dammit, she was a good fuck. Really tight and moist. How was Weiss supposed to have sex with her now? Wait…don't answer that question! She didn't need to think about necrophilia right now. Plus, making out with severed heads was a Ruby-thing, not a Weiss-thing. She was a Schnee, after all. She had to have standards.
All of these thoughts were a distraction from the truth right in front of her: Cinder cheated! They were having a fucking fair competition, and a fair fucking competition, and now, they would never be able to see who won. Weiss had impregnated Ruby for nothing! She would never get to see those adorable WhiteRose babies grow up into gorgeous young women who she would refuse to have sex with before inevitably giving into temptation. She supposed that meant she technically bore witness to an abortion, which itself was an entirely different moral atrocity that Cinder had gotten herself into.
Little did Weiss know that Cinder was actually pro-abortion. Not pro-choice. Just pro-abortion. Fuck them fetuses.
Poor Ruby didn't know what to think of it either. On one hand, she was terrified. Cinder had just reminded her of her very strong proclivity for murder, and witnessing her own head get sliced off like a piece of bread revived every deep trauma she had buried within her subconscious. On the other hand, it was only the other Ruby, and Ruby didn't really like her ever since she stole her identity as the one and only Ruby. On the other hand, she still loved Weiss dearly, and seeing the Schnee heiress upset tugged on her heartstrings. On the other hand…guro was pretty hot, right?
The other Ruby didn't think anything of it, of course. She was dead.
"Look, my point is that the contest is over," Cinder said authoritatively. "We've decided which Ruby is the best, and it's mine. You can go fuck off now."
"I'm not letting you get away with this," Weiss growled. "I'll…I'll…"
"Ha! You'll what? Kill my Ruby?" Cinder said with snide laughter. As much as Weis hated to admit it, Cinder had a very good point. No matter how furious she was, she could never bring herself to harm a Ruby. She loved that adorable little scamp far too much to ever lay a finger on her—except during hours of consent. She looked at the other Ruby, and even though it wasn't technically hers, she still adored her all the same. Besides, if she killed another Ruby, then there would just be no more Rubies in the world, and that wasn't going to fix anything. She could kill Cinder, of course, but that would mean having to go mano-a-mano with one of the most powerful women in all of Remnant. She may have fucked Cinder up the ass in a moment of passion, but she doubted she could get away with something so devious again. Regardless, she needed another solution fast. Cinder wasn't going to wait around much longer. She knew that any minute now, the Fall Maiden would snatch Ruby by the wrist and drag her off to some far away sex dungeon where she would never see her again, and Weiss would have to spend the rest of her days knowing that the one remaining Ruby was getting pounded each and every night by another woman's big futa dick. That was unacceptable.
"I refuse to let you get away with Ruby murder," Weiss declared. Thinking fast, she did the only thing she could possibly conceive of to stop Cinder. She needed power. She needed strength. There were only two people in the world that could give it to her. So, with all the energy of a pouty child tattling on their older sibling for taking the last cookie, she pumped her fists down by her hips, pouted like a puppy, and wailed as loud as she could. "Goddddddds! Cinder killed my Ruby!"
Less than a moment passed before the entire room started to shake. Cum dripped off the ceiling with intense frequency. Ruby squealed and grabbed onto the slippery sheets for support. Cinder was nearly knocked off balance from her knees. The other Ruby's dead body finally came loose and slumped into a big pile on the ground. A burst of white light suddenly materialized above their heads, and when their vision adjusted, they saw the majestic blue creature known only as the Goddess of Hate floating above them, checking her nails and looking super annoyed.
"What's going on here?" the Goddess asked, disgruntled. Weiss pointed accusingly at Cinder, bouncing up and down and shouting furiously.
"She killed my Ruby!" said Weiss. "We were having a sex contest, and we had a tie, and Cinder didn't like that, so she cut Ruby's head off!"
The Goddess took one look at the decapitated body on the floor, and then looked at Cinder, who was innocently whistling with her hands behind her back.
"Cinder…"
"I didn't do it," Cinder said quickly.
"Don't lie, Cinder. We know everything," the Goddess said disapprovingly. "And what's the behind your back?"
"Nothing."
"Cinder?"
"Nothing. Gosh…"
"Is that a sword behind your back, Cinder?"
Cinder, unable to stand the disapproving temperament of the Goddess any longer, sighed in defeat and displayed the bloody sword, shamefully bowing her head. The Goddess put her hands on her hips.
"Cinder, it's not nice to murder another person's Ruby."
"I know, but—"
"Uh uh uh. No buts," the Goddess said sternly. "We resurrected these Rubies for you to play with them, but if you can't play responsibly, then we are going to have to take them away."
Cinder's eyes went wide with fear. "No! Wait! I'm sorry, okay? Don't take my Ruby away!"
"I'm strongly considering it," said the Goddess.
"No, please! I just knocked her up and everything!" Cinder pleaded. "I made a mistake, okay? I got too carried away. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Yes, you did!" Weiss said angrily. "You cut her fucking head off!"
The Goddess of Hate snapped her attention to Weiss. "Language, young lady."
Weiss pouted. "Sorry, ma'am."
The Goddess shook her head, disappointed by the immaturity of the two Ruby-hungry sluts. "Now, listen you two. There is some wild shit going on downstairs that I am missing out on because I'm checking on you, so I don't want to have to do this again. So, here's what we're going to do. Cinder, I want you to apologize to Weiss for killing her Ruby."
Cinder rolled her eyes. "Do I have to?"
"Yes. I want to hear it, missy."
Cinder looked away, embarrassed. A soft noise came out of her lips, barely audible. "Immsry."
The Goddess of Hate crossed her arms over her chest. "What was that?"
Cinder grumbled, twiddling her thumbs. "Immsury."
"Louder, Miss Fall."
Cinder moaned loudly, her entire head rotating on a swivel. "I said I'm sorry, okay?"
The Goddess of Hate nodded her head approvingly. "Thank you, Cinder. Weiss, do you accept Cinder's apology?"
Weiss looked at the floating blue Goddess like she was a crazy person. "Accept her apology? She's a murderer! It's not fair that she gets to have her Ruby when mine gets taken away forever! You have to fix this!"
"Calm down, Weiss. I'll make sure this gets fixed, okay?" the Goddess said, trying to temper the Schnee's insane rage. "Would it make you feel better if I brought your Ruby back from the dead again?"
Back from the dead? Again? Weiss had only wanted a modicum of sweet, sweet revenge, but she supposed it was entirely possible to get Ruby back. After all, the woman she had been fucking was the resurrected Soul of her deceased girlfriend after Yang stabbed her in the back with an electric eggbeater. It was that resurrection that was the very base of this grand philosophical disagreement over the authenticities of the Rubies. If that Soul could be brought back once, why could it not be summoned again?
After some careful consideration, Weiss nodded her head. "I would very much like that, please."
The Goddess of Hate clapped her hands together. "Okay. Let's get on with this then. Those Belladonnas are getting kinky." The mystical blue being extended out her arms, concentrating a meager amount of her total power within her palms. The small energy was more than enough to accomplish her goals, for her Godly strength could fulfill any of her fucked up desires. A brilliant burst of light appeared above the bed, gorgeous and resonating with power unlike that which belonged in the natural world. Weiss stared up at the light as it began to morph and form into the shape of a woman: arms, legs, tits…mainly tits…yep, those were Ruby's tits.
Their eyes went wide, and with a loud pop like a bursting bubble, Ruby materialized in full and plopped down onto the bed with a terrified yelp, her landing being accompanied by a huge splash of cum in every direction. Weiss, distracted in wide-eyed wonder by Ruby's second resurrection, took a notable load to the face, but that didn't stop her from squealing in excitement at her girlfriend's return. Ruby looked around in panicked confusion, barely understanding what was happening to her. She had been summoned back and forth and back and forth from Hell, and her mind scrambled as morning eggs. However, she did manage to recover somewhat when she noticed Weiss…and then she got briefly more confused when she saw herself…and then she got really confused when she saw all the semen…but then it hither when she finally saw Cinder.
And boy, did it fucking hit her!
"You…you cunt!" Ruby screamed, her eyes lighting up with fury. She lunged at the Fall Maiden, but she was intercepted by Weiss, sprinting onto her and hugging her as hard as she could.
"Ruby! You're back!" Weiss said happily, squeezing her cumslut tightly. "I missed you these past five minutes!"
Ruby, however, was not particularly happy even after she was brought back from the dead. "You bitch!" she growled at Cinder. "You cut my head off! What is wrong with you?"
"Oh shut up," Cinder complained. "You got brought back. What's the problem?"
"The problem?" Ruby said furiously. "Do you know what it's like in Hell, Cinder? One second out here is a lifetime in there! You have no idea what those demons were doing to me!"
"I'm sure I'll learn eventually," Cinder muttered under her breath.
"Plus, it hurts to get decapitated!" Ruby cried. "And to top it all off, it was completely uncalled for!"
"Fine, fine. Whatever," Cinder said. "You're alive again, Weiss is happy, I won my contest. Are we done here? Can we finally call this?"
Ruby took a deep breath, finally considering her rival's words. It seemed ridiculous to suggest they could simply end their conflict. After all the bullshit Cinder put them through, the murder, the betrayal, making her kiss her mom's severed head—she couldn't really let that go, could she? She needed to have some small degree of revenge. And yet, was that really going to fix anything? She was never a woman of vengeance. Even back when her mother passed away, she did not seek to destroy the Grimm out of spite, but rather she sought to live up to her mom's legacy and protect the innocent. She knew deep down that revenge would not fix anything, and while Cinder had wronged her, it was in the past. She was happy now. She had Weiss as her loving girlfriend. She had been fucked to satisfying completion, and she didn't mind that another Ruby got to share in her pleasure. In fact, she bore no ill will toward the other Ruby at all. Two Rubies being happy was surely better than one according to utilitarian philosophy.
Plus, they just had a huge foursome. It was probably for the best that they called it here.
However, while Ruby was more than content, Ruby was thinking about something very important. She awkwardly raised her hand, and when Cinder, and Weiss, and Ruby, and the Goddess of Hate all noticed her, she stammered nervously.
"Um, I have a question." Ruby pointed toward the floor. "So…that sticks around even after the resurrection?"
The women all turned toward the floor and noticed the subject of her concern: the slumped over, cum-dripping, bloody body of a decapitated Huntress that was still laying on the floor. It made sense that Ruby was concerned by its presence; she was lucky enough to not have to see her own dead body before the Goddess returned her to the realm of the living. However, for Weiss and Ruby, it was no longer a source of concern.
"Eh," shrugged Weiss.
"Eh?" said Ruby.
"Eh," said Ruby.
"It's just there now," Weiss explained.
"Are we…going to give it a burial?" asked Ruby. Ruby shook her head.
"I don't see why."
"But…it's me," Ruby pouted. "I mean, us."
"Yeah, but…is it?" Ruby asked innocently.
"Isn't it?"
"Not really. We're us. That's just what I used to be."
"So it's not a Ruby?"
"I'd call it a shell of a Ruby."
"But I'm just a shell of a Ruby."
"No, you used to be a shell of a Ruby. Now you're just a fellow Ruby."
"I guess that's okay," Ruby reasoned. "I mean, it's really not us."
"Yeah," Ruby agreed. "If one of us died, we should get a burial. But that's just not us."
"Yeah," Ruby nodded. "It's only what you used to be."
"True. Like you! But also not!"
"Precisely!"
"Exactly!"
"I agree!"
"Right, Weiss?"
Weiss snuggled up to her Ruby, sighing happily. "Sure. Whatever. I don't care. As long as I have my Ruby back."
Ruby nodded again. "Right, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Right, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Right, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Cindy? Cindy Windy?"
Cinder looked at Ruby, her face completely expressionless. The room suddenly became quiet, so much that not even the droplets of cum from the ceiling made any noise. The Goddess hovered above them, curious as to what the young Fall Maiden was thinking.
Cinder's eyes darted to the corpse, and a cautious smile crossed her lips.
"Hang on a second…"
Ruby wanted to ask what she was on about. She wanted to know what was causing her to stare at that dead Ruby so intently. But Ruby did not have the ability—nor the time—to ask such questions. Before she or Ruby or Weiss or the Goddess had any idea what was happening, Cinder had held out her arms toward the dead body…and the corpse started to levitate.
The severed head in the corner suddenly flew up as if pulled by a large magnet, drawn to the rest of Ruby's body. Another brilliant light appeared, absorbing Ruby's entire body. Weiss stared up in shock and horror as the head took its proper place on top of the neck, and the particles of light worked to stitch the torn flesh back together. Even the Goddess was amused by the magic working in front of her face, magic that she, yes, had granted the young woman, but was impressive nonetheless. The light vanished so soon after it arrived, and all that was left with Ruby floating peacefully in the air, slowly descending onto the mattress. Her toes delicately touched down in the cum, and for one blissful moment, she stood there in the center of the bed, stared at by all sides.
Then, her silver eyes opened…and the moment they laid upon Cinder Fall, she screamed in fury.
"You cunt!"
With Weiss's arms already around one Ruby, there was nothing to stop Ruby from lunging toward Cinder to claw the bitch's eyes out—save for Ruby, who overcame her shock for just long enough to snatch Ruby out of the air and pin her to the bed.
"Whoa there, Ruby! Calm down!" Ruby shouted, but Ruby was having none of it.
"Let me at her!" Ruby yelled. "That bitch cut my fucking head off! She's going to pay! Pay, I say!"
Cinder was not threatened by Ruby's fury. Rather, she was laughing to herself, amused by her own powers. "Holy shit, it worked! I can't believe it!"
"What worked? Shut the fuck up!" Ruby shouted. "You killed me, you cunty cunty cunt cunt!"
"Ruby, stop! We don't want revenge, remember?" Ruby pleaded.
"Yeah, s-stop it!" Weiss said. "We don't need any more Ruby death!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Ruby said, finally peeling her eyes off her long-time nemesis to look at the others. "I'm going to—"
And it was at that precise moment that Ruby noticed the extra person in the room who was neither the other Ruby or Weiss: the other Ruby.
And Ruby looked at Ruby, who looked at Ruby, who looked back at Ruby, who looked at the other Ruby, and Ruby and Ruby looked at Ruby who looked at Ruby which made Ruby also look at Ruby and then back at Ruby and then at herself and then Ruby looked at Ruby who looked at Ruby who looked at Ruby, and then they all looked at the opposite Ruby, and then at themselves, and then Ruby, Ruby, and Ruby all screamed in unison.
"What the fuck!"
The Rubies scrambled to the far sides of the room, petrified by each other. Ruby screamed and pointed, and Ruby cried, and Ruby pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The Goddess floating high above was deeply amused by the unfolding events, while Weiss snapped at the cocky Cinder Fall.
"What did you do?" she asked desperately.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cinder smirked. "I made another Ruby."
"But…but how?" Weiss said, very confused. "There should only be two Rubies: one representing her body and the other her soul."
"But don't you see?" Cinder said, tapping her temple. "When Ruby's spirit was brought back, it needed a new body to interact with the physical world. Since that Ruby died and was brought back, I could use my power to solely resurrect Ruby Roses to revive her leftover body. Ergo…I just created a brand-new Ruby."
Weiss was stunned. A new Ruby? A body brought about purely from a Soul? She could sort of wrap her head around the fact that Cinder's Ruby was the original body, and her Ruby was the original spirit, but then what the hell did that make this new Ruby? They had a perfect fifty-fifty split before but was it now split in half again. Surely not an even third, since the original Ruby body was never involved. Did that mean that her resurrected Ruby lost some of her Ruby essences to the new body? Was her Ruby now less of a Ruby? And wait, which Ruby was even hers, to begin with? How did a Ruby body truly differ from a Ruby spirit? Or maybe her Ruby was the true only Ruby as she suspected, and both the original body and the new body were just mere pathetic replicas. It all raised so many questions, and they were not questions that a post-orgasm mind should be comprehending.
Naturally, the Goddess above understood it all perfectly, but she wasn't going to bother explaining it to such meager mortals. She was happy to let the three naked Rubies freak out under her watch.
"There are too many Rubies here!" said Ruby.
"Yeah!" said Ruby. "Two is great, but three is a crowd!"
"Am I real?" asked Ruby. "Am I really real?"
"Don't ask me. Ask Ruby."
"Hey, don't ask me! I don't know!"
"I'm just a body! How can I be real?"
"Hey, I was just a Ruby body! Don't be a dick."
"Sorry, Ruby."
"Yeah, Ruby, that wasn't nice."
"Zip it, Ruby. You'll never know what it's like to not be a Ruby Soul."
"Yeah, stay out of this!"
"That's not fair! You can't form a Ruby alliance against me! I'm the OG Ruby!"
"Screw that noise!"
Cinder placed her hands on her hips, satisfied with her work. "God, isn't this incredible?"
"Incredible?" Weiss sneered. "What's incredible? Now you've just made things more confusing."
"But there are three Rubies now," Cinder explained. "You get one, I get two. Imagine twice the Ruby fucking."
"It's not like I get to fuck them," Weiss complained. "Besides, they are barely even real Rubies. It's not like either of them have Souls."
"Hey, that's offensive. Being offensive is my job."
"No, I'm serious," Weiss stated. "Neither of them have Souls. My Ruby is the only actual Soul of the three. All you did was create Ruby bodies that are empty fuckvessels!"
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Cinder scoffed. "I don't mind that they don't have Souls. I don't even have a fucking Soul. Who cares if they can…if they can…"
Cinder suddenly trailed off. Wait a second…did they have Souls?
"Cinder, you need to fix this," Weiss complained. "We have to take care of this Ruby somehow before they…uh, Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Cinder?"
Cinder said nothing.
"Wait…Cinder. What are you thinking?"
Cinder scrunched her nose. "Hmmm."
"Cinder—"
"You! New Ruby!" Cinder said suddenly, pointing to the most newly generated Ruby. "What's two plus two?"
The Rubies all stopped arguing with each other for a second, and the newest Ruby looked at Cinder with the most dumbfounded expression.
"Two plus—"
And before Ruby could say another word, Cinder summoned a bow and arrow out of thin air and launched an arrow that pierced straight through Ruby's heart.
The new Ruby collapsed to the floor, dead as soon as she came to life. Ruby gasped. Ruby screamed. Weiss's heart became caught in her throat. But before Ruby's body could even fully hit the floor, Cinder turned up to the Goddess of Hate and called out her command.
"Goddess, bring that Ruby back from the dead!"
The Goddess stared at her briefly, confused by the young woman's commands. She wasn't used to mere Humans telling her what to do. However, as her comprehension was higher than most, she instantly caught on to Cinder's plan and cracked her knuckles enthusiastically.
"Resurrect the Ruby, huh? Let's see what we can do."
Weiss didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't have made any sense. Ruby shouldn't have had a Soul to bring back from the afterlife. She shouldn't have been able to come back again. She fully expected the Goddess to be able to accomplish nothing but point at the current Rubies and remind them all that the real Ruby was already right there.
But that was why it was even stranger when a powerful light appeared.
And a shape appeared within that light.
And right before Weiss's very eyes, a brand new Ruby descended from the sky and landed in the center of the room.
And that Ruby opened up her silver eyes and locked onto Cinder.
"You cunt!"
Ruby and Ruby glared at the new Ruby in horror, bouncing their gaze back and forth between the newly alive Huntress—and the dead body that was still lying directly on the floor. Weiss didn't even have time to react to another Ruby's presence when Cinder, totally unfazed by Ruby screaming at her, shot out her hands toward the dead body and started to concentrate.
"You killed me again!" Ruby yelled. "Can you please not kill me for one—"
Ruby was silenced as a brilliant light emerged behind her, and the room became very still, and her eyes went wide as she heard a shrill voice shrieking behind her.
"You cunt! You killed me again! What the—"
Ruby turned around, and saw Ruby, perfectly fine and not dead, staring right back at her in surprise. They looked at the other pair of Rubies, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Weiss was in the exact same situation, her eyes bouncing between Ruby and Ruby and Ruby and Ruby like she was going insane.
"I don't…I don't…"
"That's fascinating," Cinder stated. "So not only does a resurrected Ruby Soul produce a new body, but a resurrected Ruby body also has a Soul."
The four Rubies looked at her, finally figuring out what the hell was going on.
"Ruby bodies…"
"Have a Soul?"
"Ruby Souls…"
"Have bodies?"
They all looked at each other, and then back at Cinder. Weiss shook her head in disbelief. "So, what you're saying is…every single time a Ruby dies, there are technically two Rubies that can be brought back to life no matter what?"
Cinder grinned, her smirk brimming with evil intent. "Indeed."
"But," Weiss stammered, "that means…"
"Exactly," Cinder said. The Goddess may have been amused, but the four Rubies and Weiss all gasped in pure, unadulterated horror as Cinder summoned two large swords, her eyes glowing with brilliant, violent flames. "It means we need to see how far we can take this."
Blake wasn't prepared for Ilia to sit on her face, but Ilia had been waiting for that moment her whole damn life. Blake's mouth was still draped open from her non-stop orgasms, so she didn't have a defense mechanism when Ilia climbed over her and gleefully planted her pussy directly on her tongue.
Ilia's broken, orgasmic scream echoed throughout the entire mansion.
"Holy fuuuuck!"
The young Faunus rolled backward, arching her spine, pushing her sex deeper into Blake's mouth as she tried to stay upright. Her toes curled as the freckles on her skin turned a vibrant shade of pink, lining up her body like little fireworks. She reached forward instinctively, her grasping fingers searching for some lump of flesh to sink into to save herself from collapsing, and she found relief in Blake's breasts, grabbing them and molding them in her palms. Blake's surprised screams were muted into Ilia's labia, the vibrations only further serving to get the redhead off. It wasn't like she needed any help with that; the sheer thought of finally facefucking the woman she had loved all her life was nearly enough to make her cum. But, unlike Blake, she had the mental fortitude to hang on to her ecstasy and keep it going for as long as possible.
Still, Kali was making it hard for her, when she crawled down low, gently shook her massive heart-shaped ass in the air, and began to loudly and eagerly eat out Blake's asshole.
Blake suddenly squealed like a pig and bucked beneath Ilia's hips, and the poor chameleon Faunus had to squeeze her boobs even tighter to balance herself. Kali placed puckered lips onto Blake's puckered ass and loudly slurped, soaking up all the musky flavor or her daughter's hole. Her loud, wet gulps and smacks echoed throughout the hall and ingrained themselves deep into the minds of every person watching the intense threesome, and Kali was quite proud of it. Sure, sucking her daughter's ass like a bowl of ramen gave her an innate, intrinsic pleasure, the self-satisfaction of being an incestuous, gluttonous whore—but she got even wetter thinking about how she degraded herself in the minds of her fellow women, how she stooped so low as to publicly give her own teenage child a rimjob, sticking her tastebuds into Blake' most sinful, special place.
Blake felt an immediate jolt of pleasure run up her spine. Her pussy was sore from constant orgasming, but she still felt her clit begin to throb from the tangential pressure of her mother's tongue. And God did her mother know how to use her tongue. Blake thought that the eggbeater would be the most intense sensation he ever had in her ass, but somehow, Kali managed to top that. Her tongue swirled and thrashed and licked around her anal cavity. She could feel her mother's saliva drip into her ass and coat her inner walls, making her ass nice and moist and increasing the rate at which Kali could gulp down her meal. Blake's hips wiggled side-to-side instinctively, smearing her ass cheeks over Kali's face, already dripping from her daughter's juices. If Blake could see how hot the image was on Kali lapping up her ass like a kitty lapped up its milk, intoxicatingly shaking her own hips to further entice her, Blake probably would have cum again right there on the spot.
Unfortunately, Blake couldn't see anything except Ilia's own ass directly on the tip of her nose, and a pair of pussy lips sloshing over her face. That should have made her absolutely furious. Didn't she specifically tell Ilia they weren't going to fuck? That redhead had been all up in her shit about sleeping together, and every single time, Blake gave her a very stern, specific answer: Not until I fuck my mom. Which…she just did. Sort of. Granted, it wasn't a willing fuck, but it did meet the criteria. So, why was she mad again? Was it because Ilia's pussy tasted bad? It didn't. It was pretty great, all things considered. Not even a hint of fish—though, being a cat, Blake wasn't sure if she would mind that. Maybe it was just the idea of fucking Ilia at all. She had refused so many times, and now she realized she was never actually planning on giving in. That was rather cruel, wasn't it?
Yet, her resistance slowly began to fade. The taste of Ilia's pussy, combined with the repeated slurping from Kali, started to eat away at the barriers she had erected in her mind. The normalcy that she struggled to maintain started to wear down, and that voice—that dirty, perverted, evil voice in her head, began to take over once again. She was slowly re-entering Slut Mode, and she couldn't think of a worse time.
Ilia didn't think that was bad at all. She was having the time of her life. "Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh fucking God, oh fuck." Ilia leaned forward, her stomached mushing into Blake's tits as she tried to control herself. She had been waiting for this moment for so long that trying to restrain herself was becoming more impossible by the second. Even though Blake was currently eating her out, she couldn't resist indulging herself. Ilia picked up her hips, hovering them slightly above Blake's head. The brief reprieve allowed Blake to gasp for breath and look down at the sight of her mother eating her ass. Kali gave her a knowing wink—and then just as soon as the moment arrived, it ended as Ilia slammed her ass back down into Blake's face.
And then she did it again.
And again.
"Ohhhh, that's the good fucking shit right there…"
Blake's eyes went wide as Ilia bounced her hips up and down on her face, repeatedly slamming into her, sometimes multiple times per second. She showed no grace or composure; she moaned wildly as she humped Blake's face and smeared her pussy anywhere she could. Blake felt those hot, wet lips smack into her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, leaving a mark of clear juice behind whenever it battered her. She didn't have time to retract her tongue back into her mouth, so whenever Ilia managed to land her vagina back onto Blake's mouth, she felt the organ re-enter her, and the pleasure burst over her again. She picked up speed, bouncing on Blake's face not so much like a trampoline, but like a paddle ball, using short, speedy bursts to thoroughly smack Blake's face into oblivion. Ilia adjusted her grip, running her hands down to Blake's hips for better leverage as she started to lose control. She bit her bottom lip, breathing hard as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck!"
Ilia crashed down onto Blake's torso and pressed her slit right up against Blake's mouth as she finally allowed herself to cum. Blake felt a new taste rush into her mouth, something sweet and sticky and tasting firmly like Ilia. Ilia's slit vibrated around her tongue as she came, her entire body overcome by small, trembling bursts of energy, releasing nearly two decades of pent-up sexual frustration into the girl of her dreams. Blake was simply numb, unable to do anything but take Ilia's nectar and swallow all of it. Honestly, it wasn't too bad. Far better than she was expecting. Wait a second…why was she against this whole sex thing again?
Kali looked up from her rimjob to admire the o-face of her daughter's best friend. She casually smiled and rested her chin on top of Blake's pussy, gently whispering at Ilia.
"So…did you have a good time sweetie?"
Ilia barely understood questions. She just received cunnilingus from Blake Belladonna. She needed a few minutes to process that. However, Kali had no time for rest. A true slut didn't rest until every hole had been fucked and sucked to its maximum potential, and if she was anything in this world, it was a true slut. She lovingly pushed herself up and grabbed onto Ilia's chin, pulling the young Faunus close so that she could smell Blake's ass on her breath.
"It's okay. You don't have to answer that…as long as you don't think we're done with you."
Ilia didn't have time to answer before Kali swooped in and forced her tongue into her mouth, swirling it around and giving Ilia a secondhand taste of Blake's asshole. Ilia closed her eyes in delirious bliss, getting high off the taste instantaneously. Kali let the makeout session continue for a minute or two, knowing that Blake was watching her eagerly claim the mouth of another woman. Ilia tried to battle their tongues together, which Kali thought was cute. Her tongue did most of the dominating, maintaining a firm presence within Ilia's mouth and licking her behind her teeth. When she pulled away, only thick strands of saliva separated the two of them—that, and the connection they shared through tasting Blake Belladonna. Ilia was so drunk with lust that she didn't even second-guess when Kali smacked her own ass and motioned behind her.
"Now sweetie, while you cool down, I think there's some other work you could be doing."
Ilia's eyes were glazed over as she nodded and started to crawl to Kali's backside. Kali smiled proudly. She always had a…well, hypnotic effect on people. The classic combination of her beauty and her charm made her truly irresistible to men and women everywhere in Remnant. She didn't woo Ghira by being polite, after all. No, she seduced her husband with her gorgeous ass, a bottle of wine, and the ability to do upside-down splits. It was the same way she seduced her own father, though admittedly, it was women that she had the greatest effect on. The temptation of being pampered/humiliated/conquered by a sultry older woman played to a lot of young girls' fantasies, as it turned out, and she was more than willing and capable to use her charms to bang more than half of the bitches in Menagerie. Ilia, it turned out, was no more immune to her charms than anyone else, becoming more than eager to please the MILF after barely a single kiss.
Perhaps seduction was her Semblance.
Or maybe she was just really fucking hot.
One way or another, she stood up straight as Ilia got on her hands and knees, and she hugged herself tightly, warmly, as Ilia leaned forward and peppered kisses along her ass.
Blake started to recover fully from her stupor to see her mother standing over her, domineering, proud, and barely able to contain her smirk of pleasure. She hadn't let Blake cum from her rimjob, and that cruel orgasm denial began to clear out the cobwebs in Blake's skull. She still recognized that incest was bad and unnecessary, but…maybe it wasn't? Like, her mom was really hot. That much was obvious. Her mother delicately raised a finger and beckoned her toward her.
"Blake, dear…Mommy's holes need attention."
She probably shouldn't…
"Mommy's holes?"
Kali's sex was soaking wet. It was so clean and tight and…appetizing.
"Don't you want to eat out the hole you came from?"
The hole she came from? Mommy's hole? Blake's instincts took over. Her body moved on its own. She started crawling over to her mom's body.
"That's right. Be a good girl."
Her mother held back a gasp as Ilia planted her lips directly against her asshole, finally tasting her best friend's mom in full. Blake swallowed back her pride. It was a bad idea to slip back into incest. She literally just got out of it. She shouldn't do it.
But then again, she also said that she shouldn't fuck Ilia, and was that really so bad?
Plus, Kali's pussy looked so good…and it needed attention. Shouldn't daughters care for their mothers?
Blake crawled right up to her mother, and stared at the pussy a few inches from her face, glistening and hot and practically begging for her to lick it. It was the thing she wanted for so long, but some final, tiny part of her was holding back. No, it said. This is super unhealthy. It's sinful. You absolutely cannot eat out your mom. Don't do it, Blake. Don't you fucking do it. Look away from the vagina right now, sister! I see you! Don't you fucking do it!
But just as that voice was starting to get through to her, just as it was beginning to make her think rationally, her mother's voice cut through it like a knife.
"Blake, honey…it's time to make your Mommy proud and eat her fucking pussy."
Blake sat there on her knees for another few seconds in deep contemplation, the room silent save for the moistened smacks and sucks of Ilia's anal feast. Then, the tiny voice in her mind spoke up again.
"Eh…fuck it. Eat her out."
So, with no shame and eighteen years of pent-up sexual frustration behind her, Blake lunged forward and shoved her lips onto Kali's pussy.
Kali leaned back and screamed with delight, laughing as she grabbed onto Blake's ears and forced her head deeper into her crotch. "That's it, Blake! Good girl! You are such a good fucking girl!" Blake didn't need the words of encouragement. She shoved her tongue as deep into Kali's snatch as it could go, lapping up the flavors she had waited more than a decade to taste. It was worth every second. Every droplet from Kali's pussy was like nectar from the sexiest fucking tree. Her cunt was so hot it felt like dipping her tongue into lava. Kali thrust her pussy onto Blake's face, forcing her daughter to slobber all over her sex, and Blake ravished her and relished the moment as Kali's outer walls smeared across her cheeks. Of course, Blake wasn't the only one enjoying a Kali feast; Ilia was tonguing her asshole with equal fervor, savoring the fouler hole's taste and succulence. Despite being a literal asshole, it still tasted better than ninety percent of the food she had ever eaten, and the smell was enough to get her intoxicated. She reached up and grabbed Kali's cheeks, pancaking them against her face so that she could be smothered further within the MILF's ass. In the process, she felt a pair of hands rest against her thighs. She couldn't see them, but she recognized them as Blake's, roaming for something to grab onto for comfort and security.
Kali was immensely proud of the two young women, and she showed them her satisfaction by grabbing each of them by the hair and shoving them even deeper. The rolling, licking sensation of two tongues inside of both her entrances—one of them from her own kin—was almost too much for even her to handle! She felt a small weakness in her legs, but her experience and her resolve kept her standing upright, giving them each an equal window to fuck and lick her. She was amazed at how well each of them was at using their mouths for serving her, and not just because they were both inexperienced relative to the other women in the mansion or even members of Blake's own team. Kali had known Ilia since she was a little girl, and even back then when she was but a child, she sensed an incredible amount of passion within her. She was a cute kid back then, and Kali knew that one day she would grow up to become a respectable—and highly fuckable—young woman who would use that passion not just to fight for civil rights, but also eat ass to a highly fulfilling degree. And her daughter, of course, was no stranger to drama or controversy. She had left her family behind to join the White Fang, and Kali thought she would never see her again. She missed seeing her daughter smile and laugh. She missed the joys of motherhood and watching her develop. But now, Blake was home once again, right where she was always meant to be: between her legs.
Blake and Ilia felt the telltale signs of Kali's incoming orgasm: her knees quivering, her grip on their hair growing tighter, her faster, throatier breaths, the twitching of her pussy, and the puckering of her ass around their tongues. They weren't so sure they believed it. Was it really possible that they had brought one of the filthiest whores of the Four Kingdoms to her limit? Kali certainly didn't cum easily—unless she wanted to. But they got an indication once Kali released a guttural groan and forcefully thrust her hips into Blake's face, smushing her features up against her sex. Ilia leaned forward to compensate, but she didn't have to. A mere second later, Kali threw her ass back and smothered Ilia's mouth, and then she soon entered a rhythm, thrusting her hips back and forth quickly between the two girls' lips. Every time they parted, one of them would gasp and beg for Kali to grace them with her body again, and she would gladly do it, ramming them so hard she threatened to knock them to the floor.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you," Kali hissed, sick pleasure in her voice. "Fuck you dumb. Fucking. Bitches. For. Getting. Me. This. Fucking. Wet."
Blake and Ilia were unable to keep up with Kali's vigorous thrusting, and they began to suspect that she was doing it because she didn't want to cum. She was a proud woman. Would she really be willing to let these two teenagers, barely more than virgins, claim her when so many men, women and beasts could not? Ilia and Blake decided that they wouldn't give her the opportunity to quit. They were going to finish her off now. They had long worked together on many projects, usually involving fighting or protesting, so they had learned how to properly communicate with each other without the use of words or sight. Ilia initiated and reached around Kali's legs, still blinded by the sight of the cat mother's gargantuan ass, and managed to grab onto Blake's shoulder. Blake followed suit, grasping toward Ilia—accidentally or not accidentally groping her tits—but managing to wrap her arms around her Faunus cunnilingus companion. With each other in their grasp, they used their strength and pulled themselves together in a tight hug. Their sticky, hot bodies clung together, their stiff nipples met and rubbed together—and most importantly, they successfully managed to trap Kali's hips between their heads, forcing her still. Kali panicked, realizing her time was almost up, and together, Ilia and Blake buried their tongues as deep within her holes as they could shove them.
They knew they had her when they pushed so deep they stretched out her inner walls—and through them, they felt the tips of their tongues press up against each other, making out inside of the older woman.
Kali let out a bloodcurdling orgasmic scream, her voice tearing apart as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She buried her fingers into the young girls' skulls as she nearly collapsed, held aloft only by the force of each of their faces. Her body shook like an earthquake, and Blake and Ilia soaked up as much of her orgasm as they could. They hugged each other, holding on for dear life as they tried to contain all of Kali's juices. Kali heaved over, screaming her lungs out, feeling the girl's tongues destroying her from within. She felt all of her juices gushing out of her until there was nothing left, and even her mouth became dry and arid, and her body was caked in sweat, and all at once, Blake and Ilia pulled themselves away and Kali fell onto the cold marble floor, trembling, twitching and leaking.
With Kali gone, Ilia and Blake finally could see themselves in each other's arms, their faces soaked. They looked each other in the eye for a prolonged moment, and then Ilia cleared her throat, finally able to breathe air that wasn't tainted with Kali.
"So, um, that was—"
And Blake lunged forward, capturing Ilia's lips in a sloppy kiss.
Ilia was shocked, almost too shocked to respond. The sensations of Blake's writhing tongue mixed with the taste of Kali's and her own almost stunned her into submission. But once the reality of the moment hit her—the actual fucking Blake Belladonna actually fucking making out with her—goddammit, she wasn't resisting! She accepted Blake's passion with equal fervor, joining her in the most disgusting, sloppy, wet, tongue-filled, moaning make-out session in the history of humanity. Everyone in the hall watched her furiously swap spit with her precious kitten, fulfilling her lifelong dream of hooking up with the cutest Faunus in the whole wide world. Their make-out noises joined the other sounds in the hall: primarily that of Kali's distorted, post-coitus grunts, Yang's tentacle mindfuck, and Emerald and Salem's anal slurping from high up in the rafters. It made the entire mansion sound very loud and wet, sort of like stirring a big pot of mac and cheese. But with, like, sex.
One of those noises didn't last much longer. Kali may have cum harder than a fucking tidal wave, but her stamina recovery was even better than her stamina itself. The world slowly became less blurry, and her muscles stopped spasming, and she looked up and took notice of the two hot teenagers sucking face in the middle of a pile of her own juices. Her eyes narrowed, her cheeks burning with a furious blush, and she purred as she started to slink toward them on her hands and knees.
Those girls…
Those awful, terrible, beautiful fucking girls…
How dare they make her cum that shamefully in front of all those women…
They would have to be thoroughly punished.
Humiliated.
Destroyed.
The poor bitches were too obsessed with their own make-out to notice her until she stood up tall, her shadow absorbing them completely. Blake and Ilia finally noticed her presence and looked up at her, seeing her dark, seductive smile piercing through them like bullets.
"Oh, girls," she cooed. "I'm so very proud of you." They froze in fear as she tenderly stroked each of their cheeks, pinching by the chin and forcing them to meet her dead in the eye.
"Y-You are, Mommy?" Blake stammered.
"Of course, I am," Kali smirked. "You did a very good job."
"Thank y-you, Mommy," Ilia said nervously, completely forgetting that her own mother was dead.
"You're welcome," Kali said evilly. "But now, I have to reward you."
"Reward?" Blake said, horrified.
"Yes…I'm going to reward the fucking shit out of you."
"Oh no," Ilia muttered.
"Oh, yes," Kali said wickedly. "Now…" Her eyes widened with pure, sex-driven insanity. "Give Mommy a fucking kiss!"
Kali pulled them toward her, and Blake and Ilia squealed in nervousness, horror, and excitement as they joined in the hottest three-way kiss in the world.
"Hey, Pyrrha."
Pyrrha said nothing.
"Hey. Pyyyrrrhhhhaaaa."
Pyrrha said nothing.
"Pyrrha Dyrrha Nyrrha. P-P-P-Pyrrha."
Pyrrha wasn't having a great day. Her porno shoot completely fell apart in front of her face. The woman who killed her, Cinder Fall, stripped her down to nothing but her panties and molested her with a giant Grimm arm. And, oh yeah, two malicious Goddess reappeared and revealed that they poisoned the minds of every woman in Remnant, and that was all while she was being held captive in a gross web of black Grimm goo. Also, the marble floor was cold as fuck.
And now there was that annoying fucking ice cream cone who wouldn't stop bothering her.
Pyrrha finally turned to her left and growled at the young criminal trapped several rows of sluts away from her. "What?"
Neo smiled. "Hi."
"Fuck you."
"No, wait," Neo said quickly. "I actually want to talk. It's important."
Pyrrha rolled her eyes. "Fine. What is it?"
"How are we going to get out of here?" Neo asked innocently.
Pyrrha scowled. "What are you asking me for?"
"Because you're our leader, aren't you? You're coming up with the plans?" Neo explained. Pyrrha just glared at her.
"How did I become the leader?"
"You're the director."
"Look around. This isn't porn anymore," Pyrrha noted. "I'm not in control here."
The naked Neo shrugged. "Well, who else is going to be the leader? Ruby, Ruby, Weiss, and Cinder are gone. Penny is a fucking pedophile. Willow is just some random mom. All the rest of these bitches are too shell-shocked or cum-drunk to do anything useful. And Blake, Kali, and that redhead are…I mean, fucking look at them."
Pyrrha glanced toward the center of the room, where the three women were in the middle of some kind of sex construct. Pyrrha didn't even know how all of those sex toys appeared, let alone how so many of them ended up inside of Blake's bodies. She did recognize the whip as something Salem brought in, but she didn't remember all the barbs appearing on it as it cracked through the air and struck Ilia on the backside.
"Harder, Mommy! Harder!" Ilia cried.
"You want it even harder, you fucking whore?" Kali laughed. "You're such a perverted little fucking girl! Mommy needs to punish you!"
Kali quickly leaned over and lapped up Blake's pussy, which was squirting from some massive combination of toys and plugs and vibrators.
"I love you, Mommy! I love you, Mommy!"
"Love is for fucking losers!"
"Yes! I'm a loser, Mommy! Punish me harder!"
Pyrrha sneered. She supposed Neo had a point. Blake and Ilia were worthless whores, but then again, weren't most of them? Her goals were to make them all less of sex freaks, but now with Kali fully absorbed in her incestuous gangbang and Ruby having sex with herself, her army of resilient warriors had been broken apart. The scarlet Goddess of Lust hovered above them, smirking at the chaos before her. She had plenty to smile about. She had all but achieved her goal of remaking the world in her horny, lustful image. It was only a matter of time before she found herself seduced into some wacky sex act. She probably going to get something shoved up her ass within the next twenty-four hours, and despite being heavily involved in the porn industry, she had managed to avoid crossing that boundary so far. She got her ass licked by some hot blonde named Kandy Kane, but that was the closest she ever got. Still, the Huntress side of her wanted to resist, and she still tried to find her way out of her current predicament.
"Hey, what about Winter?" Pyrrha asked. "She has experience in the Atlas military. She can probably help us."
"Oh, yeah!" Neo said, though her excitement quickly waned. "Shit, I think she's on the other side of the room."
"Can you get her attention?"
"I'll try," Neo said.
"Be stealthy," Pyrrha reminded her. "Don't let the Goddess figure out we're trying to escape."
"Don't worry, I'll be sneaky," Neo said confidently. She was known for her sneakiness. Her greatest asset was being able to disguise herself as literally anyone, stabbing her supposed allies in the back when they least expected it. She saw Winter on the other end of the hall, stewing in misery as she was trapped amongst naked slut bodies. Neo could easily get her attention the sneaky way. It wouldn't be too hard. However, recently, Neo discovered something she loved even more than being sneaky, and that was being fucking hilarious.
"Hey, you white-haired bimbo!" Neo screamed at the top of her lungs. "You want to join our coup against the Goddesses and get the fuck out of this hellhole?"
Winter, unfortunately, could not hear Neo's cries over the constant whips and smacks and orgasms. The Goddess of Lust, on the other hand, could hear her quite clearly, and immediately floated down to Neo's level, staring the short naked women dead in the face. Pyrrha sneered.
"Really? Really?"
Neo just smiled at her. "What? It's classic comedy. Being loud. Kevin Hart made millions off that."
Pyrrha screamed angrily. "For the of…I don't know who Kevin Hart is!"
Their argument, however, was quickly interrupted by the massive, glowing red being looking right at them. "Hi, excuse me. What was that about a coup?"
"Nothing!" Pyrrha said quickly, covering her tracks. "We are not trying to coup anyone!"
"That's good to know," the Goddess of Lust said menacingly. "Because it would obviously fail, and we would be forced to blow you up. We wouldn't want your pretty little bodies to be splattered all over this manor now, would we?"
"Nope," Neo said. "But that being said…any chance you could let us go?"
"Sure."
"Really?"
"Of course," the Goddess of Lust stated firmly. "All you have to do is something kinky and fucked up, and we'll let you go like we did with the others."
"We aren't going to have sex for your amusement!" Pyrrha said in protest.
"Now hold on there, Pyrrha," Neo said calmly. "Maybe a little sex wouldn't be too bad? Like, we have a little sexy time, and then we're out of here. We could do that. You do that for money all the time."
Pyrrha wanted to complain. She wanted to specifically point out that the Goddess wasn't going to pay her anything, so the comparison was kind of bullshit. However, the Goddess managed to make enough of a point for her when she clarified a few things.
"Well, it won't be a little sexy time. Do you see what all these other women are doing? You're going to have to top that."
Pyrrha grew somewhat fearful, but Neo just scoffed. "Please. I can handle it. What do you want me to do? Shove a giant gummy worm in my butt? Get vaginal piercings? Hit me, bitch."
The Goddess didn't have to ponder the question for very long before she gave her answer.
"Fuck a puppy."
Neo's smile immediately vanished.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Fuck a puppy," the Goddess decreed. "You can penetrate or be penetrated, but I shall only release you if you have sex with a puppy."
Neo squirmed uncomfortably. "Uh…why?"
"Well, there are layers to these things. Tentacles, incest, bestiality, pedophilia, piss play, guro, ovipositors, scat—"
"Wait," Neo said suddenly. "How is pedophilia above piss play? One of those is way more immoral than the other."
The Goddess of Lust shook her head. "Honey, you have no idea how high some people are willing to put child-banging on their list. Make the child animated and pretend she's a magical fairy or dragon or something and suddenly people just don't give a shit that she looks like she's eight."
Neo and Pyrrha were ashamed of how true that statement was.
"Anyway, I thought that loli shit and dog humping were a little out-of-date, so why not put the two together to get something really kinky?"
Neo shrugged. "I mean, I sort of get the logic—"
"I don't!" Pyrrha shouted.
"But I still don't want to do it. Why can't I just do tentacles? I've always wanted to do some wild octopus stuff. It'll be just like one of my Japanese animes. See, that's both a hentai reference and a Metal Gear joke—"
"No one cares," the Goddess said, shutting Neo down. "But you can't do tentacles. The blonde is already doing tentacles as hard as you can."
Neo just raised an eyebrow. "So? She looks like she's finishing up now."
That sentence caught everyone off-guard. Finishing up? What did she mean by that? It was only when everyone collectively turned to look at the woman in question did they finally understand what Neo meant.
It was easy to forget about Yang Xiao Long. A half an hour ago, one would have thought that to be impossible. How could anyone forget about the woman who shot every possible drug into her bloodstream, partook in a live sex competition, murdered her own sister, got her last good arm chopped off, and then had her mind raped by a bunch of slimy tentacles? Yet, with so many recent developments happening, Yang had sort of left everyone's minds. She had been getting brainfucked in peace high in the air, the tentacles ravishing her grey matter at a vicious yet constant pace, and she wasn't really a burden to anyone like that. She had long stopped screaming, and her expression became locked into some cross between pained, ahegao, and dead. One of her eyes had twitched back into her head, while the other was flickering and threatening to shut for good. Her tongue was stuck out of her mouth and a single, thin trail of drool ran down her chin, then her cleavage before breaking off at her stomach. Her head jerked with every thrust from the tentacle, and everyone was ninety-percent sure she was already dead, her body simply being moved to life by the tentacle's fluid motions. The line of blood coming out of her nose was a good indication of that.
However, it quickly would not be the only thing coming out of her nose. The tentacles suddenly stopped moving, holding Yang totally still in the air. The largest tentacle, the one sticking into her brain, began to quiver, and Pyrrha soon noticed a large bulge appear at its base, about as thick as her fist. Then, she noticed the bulge move up the length of the tentacle, moving quickly until it reached the tip—and then it vanished inside of Yang's ear, never to be seen again. It wasn't until she noticed another bulge, and then another, and then another appear, sliding up the tendril's length, did she realize what Neo already figured out was happening.
The tentacle was cumming. It was cumming straight into Yang's brain.
Yang barely reacted as spurt after massive spurt of semen was shot directly into her skull, filling up the gaps in her bone, filling up the crevices in her grey matter, and seeping into her neurons. She didn't seem to mind when her head jerked awkwardly to the side as the ultra-thick semen struggled to find the space within her brain and started to flood elsewhere, flowing past the occipital bone and into her spinal column. She really didn't seem that bothered when it really flooded over, and the thick semen began pouring out of her nose, and then her eyes and the corners of her mouth, and then after when every subsequent pump of cum into her skull displayed what had yet to be thoroughly soaked into her brain and simply spat out of her other ear, spurting over the floor like someone stepped on a bottle of toothpaste. The room fell silent as Yang's head was filled with the seemingly unending spurts of hot, yummy, tentacle cum, and even Emerald, Salem, Kali, Blake, and Ilia stopped their fucking to stare in shock as the blonde was filled beyond the brim. Blake took a small moment to recognize that she herself was nearly subject to the same fate and said a small prayer of thanks to her mother for rescuing her, but other than that, no one was really capable of thinking anything.
After five minutes and over two hundred healthy spurts of semen, it was done. The tentacle retracted from Yang's ear and disappeared into the ether, and what had to be several gallons of sticky white stuff poured out of Yang's ear, no longer restrained by the tentacle plug. Her face didn't move past its half-dead, half-pleasured, all-fucked-up expression as the semen drained from her brain like water from a bathtub, and even after another few minutes passed and the cum stopped completely, and her entire right side and the floor below was absolutely coated in the tentacle jizz, she still didn't react. Then, the rest of the tentacles holding her up vanished too, and she fell several feet to the floor.
Plop.
She lay there, face down. Motionless in the cum.
No one reacted.
No one said anything.
Kali was the only one who was in the position to check on her—plus the only one who was willing. She was a mother, after all, and while playing dominatrix was fun, her natural instincts compelled her to check on the young woman whose mind had been turned into a teenage boy's spare gym sock. Kali quickly walked over to Yang's motionless body, careful not to slip on any of the piles of cum in her way, and she nervously kneeled down and prodded the blonde in her shoulder.
"Yang?"
No response.
"Yang, dear? Are you all right?"
Again, no response. The room went quiet as Kali carefully pressed two fingers against Yang's neck and checked for her pulse. A horrible dread filled the air as Kali became very sullen and quiet. She stood up tall, placing her hands in her lap.
"She's…" she announced somberly. "She's dead."
The quiet lingered as shock filled the air.
Well, not necessarily shock. Obviously, they expected her to be dead after everything she went through. Still, it was quite a horrifying moment. Yes, Yang had done some truly repulsive things lately, such as actively encouraging incest and killing her own sister, but she was a woman who was young and energetic and brought life to the party. She had her whole life ahead of her, and it wasn't fair that all of that was taken away from her due to some participation in some stupid orgy. Kali sighed, too depressed to return to her gangbang, and Blake felt something heavy hang in her heart. Yang was technically her former girlfriend, and while they didn't end things right, they still had so many fond memories together. Knowing that the woman she battled Adam with side-by-side was no longer with her stunned her. She was left utterly speechless, and not even Ilia could cheer her up. For the rest of the room, it was a solemn reminder of what the night had cost them. Sure, rampant sex was fun, but their continuous lust had only led to escalation, and escalation only led to destruction. Each and everyone one of the captive Sea of Sluts felt some kind of regret or sadness, whether it be from realizing how intense their own actions from the evening were, or sympathizing with Yang's family, seeing themselves or their daughters within the feisty firecracker of a blonde. Even the Goddess of Lust felt a twinge of sadness. She could have stepped in and saved the woman from her tentacle mind-rape, yet she sat by and let it happen, all too aware of the likely consequences. Now, one of the brightest young women in all of Remnant was dead—fucked to death by tentacles. Maybe no words could accurately describe their pain.
Kali somberly turned back to her daughter. "Blake, dear?"
Blake looked at her mother expectantly, already knowing what was coming next. "Yeah, mom?"
Kali sighed. "I think that we need to stop—"
And then, Yang's robotic arm came to life and snatched Kali's ankle, and the cat MILF let out a horrified, ear-piercing scream as Yang started to rise.
See, there was something everyone forgot about Grimm semen. Was it thick? Yes. Potent? Absolutely. Delicious? Probably. But it also came with numerous side effects. Futanarium, the magical pill invented by Glynda Goodwitch that allowed them all to grow penises and fuck each other wildly, was made with small doses of powdered Grimm cum. But the real deal? The raw stuff? That led to all sorts of changes. Evil changes.
Kali's sorrow was replaced with sheer terror as Yang's skin began to change color, turning a ghastly white. So too did her hair, the color fading away as deep, black veins ran down the entire length of her body. Her breasts grew three sizes, and her two severed arms started to regrow, one of them destroying the metal contraption attached to her elbow as its clawed form slowly took its place. Her back writhed, muscles spasming until two massive demonic wings sprouted forth, spreading out wide past the width of her body like a dark cape. A pair of black horns joined them on her head, and so too did a tail, luxurious and pointed and slashing through the air like a whip. Kali cowered in fear as Yang stood upright, having gained a few inches of height—and more than a few inches down below her waist. Kali truly gasped in horror when she saw the beast in question: a foot and a half-long horse cock, ready to destroy the womb of any who dared to cross it. The demonic, powerful Grimmified Yang stood tall in the middle of the room, basking in the attention everyone gave her, and then she opened her eyes: two black and red orbs which gazed down at her new form with bliss.
A fanged smile appeared as her long, forked tongue licked her ruby red lips.
"Oh yeah," she hissed, clenching her fists with power. "Now this is the good shit."
