Chapter 26: Velvet's Off Kilter Afternoon
Man, I'm running out of clever introductions here. Anyway, you probably already know that it's me, The Draigg, updating the story with another chapter. I certainly hope that you guys like it! Going through the motions, I should say that I don't own RWBY, or any other things I mention. With the legal stuff done, let's start this shindig!
Oh yeah, one more thing: There's an excerpt of Blake's fanfic in this chapter. Be advised, there's some heavy, HEAVY lemon. You've been warned.
Thursday. Normally, this was the day that people would start to excitedly wait for the end of the week, Friday. But, a certain Faunus girl wasn't excited at all. In fact, she was downright terrified. Or, she would be, once she woke up.
You see, Velvet never left Team RWBY's dorm room after she hid under a bed yesterday. Since she was absolutely afraid for a variety of reasons, she decided that she would be safest there, where she could hide. But, her paranoia outweighed her rational thinking. She waited quietly for the most of the night, ready to make her break early in the morning. Unfortunately, she had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning.
It was now nearly ten o'clock in the morning. Velvet woke herself up by her own loud snoring. Groaning, she tried to sit up. Instead, she hit her head on the bottom of the bed. Weird, how did she end up here?
Rolling out from under the bed, Velvet's half-awoken mind started to recall what had happened yesterday. Oh yeah, she had hid under the bed after someone mentioned glyphs! A small shiver went up Velvet's spine. She NEVER wanted to go anywhere alone with Weiss again.
Stretching, Velvet looked around the room. It was pretty clean, all things considered. She would have expected Team RWBY to be a little messy in the morning, considering Yang and Ruby's habits. She guessed Weiss really helped them get their acts together. Everything was neatly made and spotless! Even that clock looked freshly polished!
Wait, the clock?
Velvet focused her attention on the clock.
Oh.
Oh dear.
She was incredibly late for her classes! In fact, she already missed one!
Scrambling to the door, Velvet tried to open it. Damn, it was locked. Looking for a way out, she eyed the vent. The grate was affixed safely in the frame with new screws. There must have some maintenance done recently. Thinking quickly, she then rushed over to the window. No good, it was a pretty high drop.
Dejected, Velvet sat down on the desk chair. What should she do now? She couldn't get out, as far she figured. Velvet was trapped. Now that she thought about it, she had seen movies with this scenario before. However, in those movies, the captive either fell prey to a death trap or was forced to kill their friends to escape. After seeing those movies, she never went to movie night at Beacon Theater again. How did they always get away with playing such gory movies, anyway?
Great. What should she do? What COULD she do? Velvet went over the options in her head. She couldn't leave, that was impossible. She would just have to bide her time. Velvet looked around for something to do. She eyed the laptop on the desk. Maybe should just browse the internet while she waited for Team RWBY to let her out.
Velvet opened the laptop. Looking for the internet icon, she found it already running in the background. Interested, she clicked on the icon. The internet was already open to someone's fan fiction page. Someone going by the handle 'ShadowCat333', apparently. Curious as to why this page was open, she scrolled down on the page. Velvet saw that a few stories were available to read. Taking a random chance, she clicked on the one called 'Shinobi Romance: Ningen Namida'. That was an odd name.
Well, just because it had a weird name doesn't mean that it's bad, right? With her attention fully gathered, she started to read the author's note at the top.
Hi there! It's ShadowCat333 bringing my lovely fans another saucy fanfic! I hope you really 'enjoy' this one, if you get my drift *wink wink*! Let's continue the grand adventure of the Black Shinobi and the Solar Samurai!11!
Black Shinobi? Solar Samurai? What exactly was this story about, anyway? Confused, Velvet continued to scroll down the page.
When we last left our busty, sexy heroines, they had just survived the crash of Lord Ero's Pleasure Airship. However, they're now stranded in the blazing, fiery desert of Dieserte. Without food or water, how will our sexually desirable heroines survive?!
"Shinobi-sama, I'm SSOOOO thirsty!", the Solar Samurai complained. However, the thirst in her throat didn't compare to the quivering thirst for the Shinobi's body. The Black Shinobi, who had the grace of a cat, always lit a raging inferno in her loins. The Samurai was growing damp just thinking about her lover's quivering mound.
The feline-like Black Shinobi took her lover's word with great consideration. They would have to do ANYTHING to survive. Even in this hellscape of a desert, she had to keep their hopes high. Thus, the Shinobi beckoned the Solar Samurai to move closer.
Once the nubile, blonde Solar Samurai stood proudly before her, the Black Shinobi gently shoved her down on her knees, with her own legs quivering with anticipation. She felt a raging inferno growing in her chest. This was both an emotional and physical act of love.
Yanking down her pants, the highly attractive Shinobi yanked down her pants and offered her opening to the Samurai. She was already growing slick from feeling the dry heat of the desert on her furry mound. She didn't shave her pubic arch, as her hair felt as soft as mink.
The seductive Shinobi gently cupped the Samurai's chin and moved her mouth to her inviting opening. Summoning what she could, a stream of fresh urine poured out of the Shinobi's slit and into the Samurai's mouth. The Solar Samurai greedily slurped down the Shinobi's gift of her fluids. Some of her love juices started to mix with her quivering stream.
Velvet couldn't even believe what she was reading. Just what in the hell compelled someone to write this poor excuse for literature? And more importantly, WHO even wrote this?! Clearly, this person needed some pointers on the essentials of writing. As a self-professed playwright, Velvet saw some potential with the story. But, it just needed to be written better. With concerned interest, Velvet kept on reading.
The Solar Samurai gulped her lover's mixture down with a burning passion. Her lover tasted so good! With her gift flowing down her throat, the Solar Samurai decided to repay her lover's favor in kind.
Finishing her lover's gift by wiping her tongue over the Black Shinobi's shaggy carpet, the Solar Samurai stood up, ready to give her lover a drink as well. Walking over to the remains of her pack, the Solar Samurai pulled out a goblet forged by the raging inferno of passion of the Eros Nymphs.
The Solar Samurai stripped out of her armor and robes in front of the Shinobi. What she was about to do, she would most certainly enjoy.
The Samurai sat on the warm sand and presented her snatch, completely bare as the day she was born. The broad nipples on her bountiful breasts grew erect at the thought of her plan.
Taking one hand, the Samurai started to vigorously finger her center, tweaking her clit with her thumb and index finger. With the other hand, she kept on pulling at the folds of her vagina roughly, so that her lips grew red as they stretched. This pain was starting to mix with pleasure. The Solar Samurai was getting closer to the edge. She could feel a raging inferno build up behind her quivering folds.
The Black Shinobi was amused by this gesture. It was touching (AN: HAHA GET IT?!1!) to see her lover do this gesture for her. It was also slightly arousing. She would have joined her in her self-pleasure, but she was already slightly worn form her gift of drink.
The Solar Samurai was ready to come from her rough stimulation. As she placed the Eros Chalice in front of her pussy, she was already starting to leak her clear, creamy fluids onto the sand where she sat.
Finally cumming, the Solar Samurai shot out a stream of her hot, rich fluids into the cup. Her come came out in one long stream, then smaller squirts after that. The raging inferno of her orgasm lasted for a good five minutes.
"Of course,", the Black Shinobi thought, "She always did have the magic touch.". (AN: HAHA, IT'S A PUN!)
Her hands still quivering from her merciful release, the Solar Samurai shakily offered the cup to the sexy, erotic Black Shinobi.
The Shinobi smiled and took the goblet from her lover. Bringing the chalice to her lips, the lustful Shinobi started to drink her lover's cum. It tasted just as she remembered it did, the musk of her scent filling her nostrils. Her legs quivered at the memory of her lover's touch.
She kept on slurping the cum, where it lingered on her lips with ropey streams of the fluids still connecting it to the cup. She should request this beverage more often. Unfortunately, her lover's fluids were quickly drained from the goblet. Hoping to get the last of the taste, the Shinobi ran her tongue over the interior of the cup. She savored the taste of her lover's womanhood on her lips.
"What a refreshing beverage.", the Shinobi thanked, her voice slightly quavering.
Sighing, the Solar Samurai replied, "And I can say the same of your gift.".
"Shall we continue onwards? We must get back to the Sorceress of Leng and the Crimson Lotus as soon as possible. Our mission is complete.", the Black Shinobi suggested. The Solar Samurai stood up, but did not redress herself. It was too hot for that. Noticing this, the Black Shinobi also stripped down to her bare flesh.
"Do not worry. If we need more nourishment, we could always use my breasts.", observed the Solar Samurai. She cupped her chest meat for emphasis.
"Let us go.", the Shinobi ordered.
The Black Shinobi set off in the direction of the sunset, and the Solar Samurai followed.
Velvet couldn't read anymore. It was getting too painful. Weirdly enough, it wasn't the graphic sexual imagery that upset Velvet, it was the poor writing. If it was possible, she should track down the author and offer her services as an editor. She had written plays before, so she had some writing experience. Maybe if she helped then she could make this thing actually digestible. What was this author's name again? 'ShadowCat333'? When she got back to her room, she would have to send a message to her.
Oh well, Velvet would have to find something else to do. So, opening a new tab, Velvet decided to put some time into watching videos on DustTube. If there was any better way of spending the day, Velvet didn't know about it. Haha, that cat feel off of a chair into a box! Cats were so funny.
A few hours passed, the sun eventually settling on the far horizon. Velvet had forgotten about her missed classes. She had far more investing things to do right now. She couldn't miss this live stream concert by the Achieve Men! They were about to do their new song, 'A Mad King Reigns'! Ohh, they were so dreamy!
Velvet was so engrossed in the concert that she didn't notice the door unlock and Team RWY walk in.
"—And so the penguin said, 'That's not an eggplant, that's my cousin'!", Ruby said, telling a joke. Yang and Weiss clearly didn't get it. But then again, they didn't get why Velvet was staring at Blake's laptop, slouched in the desk chair.
"Velvet?! What're you doing here?!", Weiss cried in surprise. All of them were confused by her presence.
"Ssshh!", Velvet hushed, waiting for the song to finish. Once the lead belted out the final notes, she closed the laptop. They should make a concert like that.
"Oh, hey, you're back!", Velvet exclaimed. Placing the laptop back on the desk, Velvet excused herself past the confused team and out the door.
Team RWY stood there, confused. What the hell was going on? Confused, Weiss picked up the laptop. Opening it, she saw the concert tab still open. But, next to it, there was another tab open. Clicking on it, she scanned over the fan fiction that Velvet didn't close.
Weiss' face froze in shock at what she had (unfortunately) read. Shakily placing the laptop back on the desk, she slowly walked over to Ruby. Wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, she started to cry into her shoulder.
Patting Weiss on the back, Ruby asked, "Was it Blake's fan fiction?".
Weiss nodded into her shoulder, disgusted at what she saw. She had no words left to say.
Making soothing noises, Ruby carried Weiss over to the bed and tucked her under the covers. As Weiss started to uncontrollably quake, Ruby rubbed small circles on her back.
Yang tried to stay as far away from the laptop as possible. She edged her way around the room, her back to the wall.
"Just how the hell did Velvet read that damn thing?!" Yang asked, utterly perplexed. She would be impressed, but the fact that Velvet didn't fall ill or break into hysterics brought up some disturbing implications.
"I don't know… I honestly don't know…", muttered Ruby as she tried to comfort her girlfriend. Although she wasn't shaking now, Weiss was still crying a little. Taking the initiative, Ruby wrapped her body around Weiss, hoping the full body hug would calm her down.
Velvet must have been superhuman to survive Blake's writings. Either that, or she was into what she read. The team couldn't decide which one was more likely. Even worse, they weren't sure which one they wanted to be true.
Jesus, I feel absolutely filthy after writing that. But, you wanted Blake's fanfic, and you wanted some lemon. I hope it was everything you folks wished for. Be sure to tell me what you think of this smut in the reviews section! This is The Draigg, signing off so I can go to the shower to scrub off my shame.