Hello all, I know some of you are looking forward to the new fic, but the latest episode has me on a bit of a Winter kick, so I figured I'd put out the Winter bonus chapter for this. There's really no acknowledgement of continuity here though…just smut for smut's sake. Hopefully you'll enjoy. Up after this will either be the first chapter of the new fic or the next chapter of Playtime, featuring a bit more Blake… feel free to opine with your preference as to which you'd rather see first – it does help me decide.
Winter Schnee Undid her pressed military jacket and neatly folded it according to protocol, swiftly followed by her boots, both placed neatly in the closet of her quarters. Her jaw was growing sore from clenching her teeth ever since that obnoxious drunk had shown up…
"Qrow…"
The drunken lout had no discipline, and clearly needed a proper lesson… but not today… Ironwood wouldn't have that… Qrow was Ozpin's pet drunk it seemed, and so there was nothing to be done…
She let out a frustrated sigh, allowing herself to relax a bit more than she'd ever done in public, unbuttoning the top of her dress uniform to strip herself down to a light blue undershirt and her white fatigues. As long as no one was looking, she could relax a bit, and vent her frustration… She slumped down into an armchair, barely able to summon the motivation to think about anything… she just needed to relax… release some tension…
Resting her head on the back of her armchair, winter unbuttoned her pants and slipped a single hand down the front, gently massaging her clit as she pushes her fingers on toward her folds. She was no novice – whether in battle or the baser needs of the flesh, but duty had always come first, and furloughs home had hardly been conducive to this manner of satisfaction. After being denied the opportunity to put Qrow in his place, she needed this, lest she go mad in frustration, "Mmmmm…."
It was just through the thin, delicate fabric of her panties at first, but as her breathing grew heavy, she slipped two fingers past to stroke her lips and slip them into her entrance-
Winter's eyes snapped to attention and she was on her feet in an instant at a slight sound moving unwelcome through the vents. A chill ran down her spine, but she couldn't quite place it, save that something was wrong. Unbeknownst to Winter in what she had thought was a safe place, Winter's seething frustration had drawn the hateful lust of some of Beacon's uninvited guests, and before she could react, tentacles burst forth from the vents in her room and bound her wrists and several sections of the ceiling gave out, a huge, slime-covered black form lowering itself to the floor before her as she struggled… With all her strength, winter resisted, and when muscle failed her against the mighty beast, towering over her as its relaxed form expanded to nearly reach the ceiling even without its hundreds of tentacles, the Atlesian specialist resorted to her aura, and nearly freeing herself before the writhing abomination was provoked to respond. She'd nearly freed her hand, but then a tentacle surged forward from the mass and lashed across the fair woman's cheek, snapping her face to the side and leaving a red welt, before swiftly being followed by another vicious stroke across her generous bust, tearing a damp gash across her tight undershirt and exposing her stiffened peaks nestled in the shredded cups of her bra.
Winter cringed, flinching at the blow, inadvertently lowering her guard and aura barrier, and the tendrils suddenly fell upon her by the dozens. The tatters of her undershirt and simple white bra were stripped from her nude, sculpted body in seconds, and struggle as she might, she could not clench her thighs together tightly enough to keep the monster from stripping her of her fatigues as well… She was powerless to resist as she was turned around and heaved backward, back arching as she slammed against the slimy mass of the Ursula's body, its repulsive ooze slicking the bare skin of her back, shapely ass, and the back of her legs. The breath was instantly driven from her lungs and she slumped forward, but didn't fall – so many tentacles were coiled around her legs, holding them spread as they held her up that she could only bend forward, breasts bouncing and jiggling as her torso abruptly stopped falling when her arms were yanked back, before the tentacles returned to whipping her. Blow after blow struck her exposed stomach, lashed at her heaving bosom, and smote her face, each assault slackening her resolve – loosening her body – until an orifice parted behind winter and a thick, ribbed member pressed to Winter's ass… Winter's eyes went wide, and she tried to clench, concentrating what was left of her ebbing aura to keep the grotesque member out of her body, but it just pressed harder, writhing and undulating against the barrier, and eventually, the writhing beast proved stronger, it's member breaking through her aura, slamming it's bulbous head into her asshole, spreading her inordinately, yet did not push deeper. Instead, bulge after bulge pumped from the creature's hideous mass and swiftly flowed down the member toward her ass. Winter's tongue hung out as the first, melon-like bulge reached and pumped into her body anally, permeating her system. From the first revolting flow into her, Winter felt her skin tingle and heat up, and her breath grew heavy. She still struggled, though feebly as a third, fourth, and finally fifth gush of repugnant fluid pumped into her ass.
Winter slumped forward as the excess white fluid flowed from her ass as the tentacle was removed, her jaw hanging open until her mouth was violently filled by a slightly smaller member that pushed past her lips, into her mouth, and down her throat… Even that was nothing next to what came next though, as, from another, larger orifice lower on the Ursula's body extruded a massive insemination tendril – a thick, undulating column of lustful flesh with a diameter of nearly eight inches, capped with the wicked little mercy of a tapered head to allow for easier penetration, though the specialist only realized this when it was pressed to her folds…
Winter's eyes shot wide… just in time for the writhing Grimm-flesh to hammer inside her, instantly spreading, stretching, tearing into her, bursting through her cervix all in a single stroke. Blood trickled down her inner thighs as the colossal member began pulsing in and out inside her, her body sheathing its massive girth like a second skin as her consciousness steadily ebbed from the massive stimulation of pain and pleasure all jumbled together, her ass bouncing and rubbing against the creature's hulking body all the while. Cum began gushing down her throat mere seconds before the first huge bulge into the grotesquely stretched orifice that was her vagina, tearing her that much more as both the huge thrusting and the flood of seed and hormonal sludge were pumped into her womb.
Winter hung there in abject bondage for a span of time beyond her ability to comprehend. In all that time, none of the members left her body, and nor did they cease pulsating inside her, driving her mad as both her pleasure and pain flowed down the gargantuan tendril within her core. Her stomach violently churned as the seed pumped inside her began to act, and the resulting rippling undulations could be seen on her smooth stomach as it began to swell. Her skin felt tight as her peaks began to grow sore, her breasts beginning to engorge from her modestly impressive bust to a larger size as they filled with milk. Double D… E… by the time she reached an F-cup she had visible stretchmarks and there was milk dribbling out of her teats without stimulation, and her womb had swollen to the size of a beach ball. Her head swam as the hormones clouded her system, though she vaguely felt something coming as the creature's tendrils pulled her legs up, holding her knees up to frame her hugely engorged breasts as two of the beast's smaller tentacles began to milk her. Her breathing grew sharp and shallow, and then, all at once, the beast withdrew the massive member from her pussy with a loudly audible sucking noise. She screamed cumming wildly from her woefully stretched sex, unable to restore its former tightness – or even close, leaving a yawning avenue from her womb, for which she would very shortly be grateful.
Her jaw hung open as she yelped in response to the sudden extrusion of a single writhing black tentacle from her pussy, swiftly followed by more, wrapping around her thighs to grope for purchase before her walls began to pulse, trying to push the unwelcome offspring out of her body. Winter screamed in agony as her milk-coated body trembled and the melon-sized Ursula forced its way out, leaving her womb slightly reduced in size for a moment before it began swelling again… There was no escape… she could already feel another set of tentacles slithering out of her pussy, and still another Grimmling forming inside her… She had been reduced to this – milk-swollen breeding bitch for the creatures of Grimm. Yet, a tear rolled down her cheek as she faded from consciousness – not from pain or humiliation – but because she loved it…