Hello! Hope y'all have been having a good weekend so far. Got a new chapter of Conquest for you guys over here.

Finally, the siege of Menagerie begins, but since that involves a lot of waiting, Jaune decides he'd rather be doing other things instead.

New Tags for this chapter: Fantasizing, Dirty Talk, Gokkun, Crotch Tattoos/Branding, Sensitivity Control, Orgasm Control, Forced Orgasm

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Chapter 2

Amber eyes.

He dreamed of amber eyes and raven hair. They came down in waves and framed a pale face. Above them, he could see her cat ears twitching. He wondered if she still liked to wear a bow over them.

Jaune could imagine it, the way even the bow would twitch as she bobbed her head, the way her ears did now that she was bobbing over his cock.

Blake's mouth was hot. A furnace that contrasted so sweetly with the cold of the night air. Her tongue swirled about his head, rougher than others' Jaune had enjoyed before, and it made every brush against his spit-coated dick send shivers up his spine. The wonders of the faunus never ceased to amaze.

His hands wrapped about her hair, fingers lacing through silken strands and crushing her cat ears to her head. His hips thrust upwards, shaking as she continued to suck on him even as he pushed into her throat. Rough tongue continuing to lap at not only the base of his shaft but past her lips and his balls, too.

Jaune's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He groaned.

"Oh… oh… Tha-that's good, Blake. So very good."

There was a breathy giggle up against his left ear. A voice only too familiar to him. He felt her hand brush his shoulder, and then his neck before she planted an almost chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Dreaming of Blake, master Jaune?"

His eyes opened, ultramarine meeting molten gold. Raven hair and a pale complexion greeted him, but the lips were too red, the face too angled. Still, there was a softness in that gaze that he knew Blake never had for him, especially not after what he'd done.

Cinder kissed him again, on the edge of his mouth this time as she took hold of him. Her arms wrapped about his head, and her bare breasts held against his face.

Then his cock, wet and hot and buried throat-deep in someone, was squeezed. The sound of choked gags filled the air.

"Oooooh…"

Winter.

Silver hair was tangled in his fingers, her face buried in his crotch with his pubes shoved up her nostrils. His cock twitched at the sight. Cinder's heartbeat thundered in his ear. The raven-haired woman sighed, the white-haired one refused to pull away from him.

"Was she taking you with her mouth, sir?" Cinder planted a kiss on the crown of his head this time. A voice that spoke of comfort, of warmth, of affection, and words that spoke of sin. "Were you treating her the way you are treating Winter now?"

Jaune thrust into the Schnee, the movement doing little more than crushing her against his pelves and squeezing her nostrils closed. He held her there as he noticed that she had her hands held behind her back. They weren't bound, but she kept them firm.

He groaned again, teeth grit as he felt her throat tighten at the lack of air. Winter would start to suffocate soon.

"I'll take that as a yes." Cinder giggled. "Are you excited to finally get her, master Jaune? She's right there, right over that wall."

For the first time, Jaune remembered where he was. Out the window from his cabin, he could see the walls of Kuo Kuana towering over the beach, grey granite walls lit yellow with the mortar shot sailing through the night towards the gates.

It was a surreal experience. Out the window was a war he'd started going on, men and women, man and faunus, fighting for their very lives while the capitol of a kingdom was set under siege.

All the while, he was here literally getting his dick sucked while he had half his face buried in a pair of warm tits.

Jaune stroked the back of Winter's head at the thought. She was shaking now, and her sucking was getting weaker, her tongue slowing down. Cinder planted another kiss on his head as her hands rubbed comforting circles around his shoulders. Jaune felt his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"You're so close, sir. So very close." Cinder kept whispering, the grin on her face was so pleased he could hear it in her voice. "What do you want to do when you finally get her, sir? Will you collar her? Brand her like you branded us?"

Cinder pulled one of his hands away from Winter's head and moved it to the area right above her hairless pussy. Jaune's gaze followed. There, tinted briefly in orange as another mortar shot blasted the gates of Kuo Kuana, was the brand that marked Cinder as his. The same brand that marked Winter, too. Gold on black, the twin arcs of his bloodline glowed at Jaune's touch.

"Oooooooaaaagh!" Cinder's hips thrust towards him, the hand that held his own shook violently, and he was pulled deeper into her bosom while she threw her head back. She breathed deeply as the pulse passed, panting. "L-like that, sir."

Yes, like that.

Blake shivering and shaking in an orgasm she couldn't control, shaking as she stood at attention and fully dressed before she fell to her knees. Jaune could see her twitching nonstop as girlcum soaked her underwear, and then her pants, the dark patch of wet cloth spreading down her thighs while she hid her face behind her hair in shame.

Even better when her face was instead buried between his legs while her throat was filled with cock.

A wave of his free finger was followed by a muffled scream. Vibrations running up and down his cock in just the sweetest way, even more as he felt Winter struggle and squirm in orgasm. Jaune leaned further into Cinder and groaned into her tits.

"You…Y-You could have her cum against her will." She kept whispering, leaning against him for support as she caught her breath, "Make her… Ah… feel so much pleasure she could barely stand… Ooooh… barely think…" A kiss on the side of his mouth again. "Then push her beyond that still… Hmm…"

Ice-blue eyes, half lidded and exhausted, blankly stared at him as Winter came down from her orgasm. The lack of air was getting to her, even if Jaune could see the fine layer of sweat that made her practically shine in the firelight from the window. Every now and then, he'd see them start to roll up into their sockets as she fought to keep awake, to keep sucking.

"Such a good girl, Winter. Ah… Putting me above yourself." He cooed, patting her head before he forced her into another orgasm. Her shaking, choking, and screaming pulled him closer towards his own climax, and this time, he took her head in both his hands once again, and stood up. It was time to fuck her face.

Every other thrust, white hair turned black and ice-blue turned to amber-gold. He pulled on a ponytail, and cat ears, and amplified the effects of the mark to lengthen his toy's orgasm. Each time he pulled his cock back, it was accompanied by copious amounts of spit and throatslime. His thrusting was so rough that he got it all over her face, splattering over her nose and eyes and getting into her hair.

"She looks so beautiful, master Jaune." The whispers continued, this time egging him on. Jaune felt a grin come to his lips at how much of a temptress Cinder was, even when it wasn't her he was fucking. "Covered in tears and spit and precum, with her face red… Hngggg… It's how it should be. Where she belongs. Fuck her, sir. Use her. Please."

Yes.

Cinder, Winter, Illia, Eve. Then Blake, too. They were his toys. His to enjoy. His to push to the brink and break. His pleasure came before even their very lives. It was their purpose. Jaune was their purpose.

And then he came, shooting his load deep into Winter's throat while he continued to thrust in and out of her. By this point she was limp, even her hands hanging at her sides with only the overpowering twitching caused by her still-lingering orgasm as the only movement of her body.

But by the first fire, her throat was still tight, still bulging with cock as he rode the waves of his orgasm.

It became tighter still, as the unmistakable feeling of something squeezing his cumming cock. Jaune groaned as he closed his eyes, feeling the long, slow strokes of Cinder as she masturbated his pulsing cock through Winter's throat. The Schnee turned into little more than a cocksleeve for masturbation.

"Oh Cinder… Yesssss." Jaune hissed.

He rode it to the end, enjoying the squeezing, the choking, the twitching, and the stroking.

"Do you think she'd be tighter than this, sir?" Eyes now open, Jaune looked down to see Cinder studying Winter's throat. The bulge of his cock was visible and only got more pronounced as Cinder ran her hand up and down along the shape of it, taking time to bush her fingers against where she knew the head of his cock was. It felt glorious.

She continued, "I wonder if her throat is smaller than Winter's. If your cock will bulge more with her than now." Molten gold looked up to meet his own. Her eyes were half-lidded much like Winter's were, but they shone with something that stirred Jaune's hunger even as he enjoyed the clenching of flesh around his sensitive cock. "How would she be like if you chopped her up like you did Taurus?"

And wasn't that an idea? Blake, princess of the Faunus, reduced to a living onahole the way her best friend was. She'd be a matching pair with Eve, hanging from the sides of his bed with pierced nipples and clits. Bells jingling every time they'd squirm on their harnesses. Their arousal dripping down to the floor for everyone to see while they were completely unable to even take care of themselves.

She'd need a caretaker, wouldn't she? The same way Illia took care of Eve when she wasn't seeing to Jaune's own needs.

The image of an older Blake appeared before him, one with olive skin and shorter hair. Kali. Oh, the queen of the faunus would make an excellent package deal, wouldn't it?

He felt his cock harden at the idea of fucking both, or forcing Kali to fuck Blake unto him while he laid in bed. Jaune's eyes met Cinder, and the grin she was sending him was infectious.

He turned to Winter to see she'd completely stopped moving.

"You've done well, Cinder," he said, "go get the glass."

And she was up, crossing the room to the little bar he had in the corner of his quarters. Taking one of his glasses, she returned.

Jaune stroked Winter's hair as he let Cinder get settled at his feet.

Side by side, they were like night and day. Much the same way the Blake in his mind contrasted so well with Winter and Cinder's very coloring reminded him of the faunus woman he so wanted. It made being able to fuck both of them that much better.

Once Cinder had the glass right below Winter's head, Jaune woke her with a thought to her crest.

Immediately, her hips shook, lightning rushing up her spine from the crest and straight into the woman's brain. Her eyes snapped open, and she tried to pull in a breath. With her throat still lodged full of cockmeat, all it benefitted was Jaune who got a very nice squeeze and suction around his cock.

And then his cock was out of her mouth. Pulling out so violently it almost felt like her esophagus would get dragged out with his cockhead. Truly a vacuum blowjob.

Strings of spit, slime, and cum as thick as his fingers connecting his member all the way down into her throat. The threads stretched, shook, then started to sag. And just as Jaune thought that nothing else might follow, Winter remembered how to breathe.

The woman wheezed, then choked, then coughed. Bending down as she started what looked to be a mix of heaving and trying to pull in air. Spit and throatslime fell into the glass as she did so, some from his cock, the rest from her mouth.

Cinder was quick to move, wrapping her hands around his girth and squeezing hard from base to tip. She collected the fluids into her hands before transferring them into the glass. The rest she wiped into WInter's hair.

"Gaaaaaaghk… Hraaaaaaaah… Ghaaaaaaaghk!"

Winter heaved, shaking, shuddering. Jaune couldn't see her face, but he knew that her eyes were likely unfocused. She'd have fallen on the glass if not for Cinder helping keep her steady.

Then it finally came.

Slowly at first, drops so thick and viscous it looked like white honey was dropping into the glass. Then it was spurts, and finally a single stream of regurgitated cum. It was thick and slimy, enough that it should have clogged her throat and maybe even stopped air from getting in. But it ran a little more than it would have, with her throat slime diluting it.

Eventually the glass was filled, and Winter could finally breathe. She took deep breaths even as a string of cum still connected her with the now-filled glass. The woman looked ragged, eyes barely open, hair a tangled mess of cum and spit, face covered in the same and dripping down her chin and neck.

Winter was beautiful.

Cinder agreed, giving her fellow servant a deep kiss before pulling away and taking the glass. She looked to Jaune, eyeing him through her bangs in an almost furtive manner that belied the nymph she was. It was almost adorable.

And then she began to drink.

It was slow. His cum was thick enough that it was able to stop Winter from breathing, so Cinder could only take so much at a time before she had to wait for it to go down. But she never took her mouth off the lip of the glass, keeping it to her mouth even when she paused and her mouth filled with the mixture of cum, spit, and slime.

Even more importantly, she never took her eyes off Jaune's, and that was the hottest thing of all.

Her gulps were slow, deliberate, challenging. Cinder had to take her time and be careful lest what happened to Winter happened to her, too. Still, she drank.

But with each gulp, Cinder got more and more aroused. Jaune could see it. Her skin started to shine with sweat, her legs and hips would twitch back and forth. Sometimes, he'd catch her squeezing her legs together and rubbing them for some ineffectual relief. But he knew it wasn't enough.

"Gluck… Gluck… Gaaaagh… Haaaaaah… Gluck…"

Eventually, the shaking got so bad that Cinder couldn't always get all of her drink into her mouth. Some of it going down her chin in streams, pooling at her collarbone, between her tits, and even going down into her robes. But both her hands stayed on the glass, her left around the sides and her right supporting the bottom. Cinder would resist the desire to masturbate.

After all, Jaune came first.

Halfway through the glass, she came. Her lips left the glass for the first time since starting as her eyes rolled back into their sockets and she screamed for him. Knees shook, hips twitched, and juices squirted unto the floor with her orgasm.

Mindful, or maybe worried of failing him, she tried to hold the glass steady while covering the top to make sure none of his cum was lost.

"Feeling good, Cinder?" Jaune smirked, taking his seat once more as he enjoyed the sight of her coming undone. The wooden floor between her legs was a puddle of girlcum, and she looked particularly tempting with her breasts and thighs reflecting the light of the mortars. Briefly, he looked to see the tops of Kuo Kuana's walls now ablaze.

Cinder answered, the sound coming from her a cross between words and popping bubbles. Golden eyes wide, she covered her mouth and tried to swallow, to force down what was in her throat so she could answer.

"Finish it."

Nodding, she continued. The sound of her slow, thick gulps filled the air of the room, and paired well with Winter's ragged breathing. Music to Jaune's ears.

She'd come one more time before she finished the rest of it, ending on the floor beside Winter, both women panting and writhing. They looked so enticing Jaune would have gone in for another round if not for the battle about to take place.

Yang's knock on the door was almost expected. Even moreso the look of disgust on her face when she saw what had become of her compatriots.

It was time to get back to work.

~TtT~

Blake never thought she'd see the day.

She knew the invasion was coming, had known for weeks now, and even made sure that the rest of the council had known, too. Menagerie wasn't undefended.

Despite that, here they were now, with Jaune Arc's fleet at their doorstep and lobbing fireball after fireball at the gates of Kuo Kuana.

The walls that had been around since before the time of her birth, predating even her great grandparents, were ablaze. Fires danced at the tops while superheated stone cracked, crumbled, and fell, forming piles of debris in the streets.

Blake thanked the God of Animals that they'd managed to finish the evacuations the morning before. For the fires of whatever it was that the Arcs were firing at them splashed over the tops of the wall and the gates, sometimes overshooting the wall altogether, and set parts of the city on fire.

All of this would have been a hundred times worse, at that. Civilians fleeing their burning homes, through streets of rubble while they were slowly surrounded and cut off from any route to escape.

Now, the city was manned almost entirely by combatants, members of Menagerie's military, or people from the militia that had volunteered to stay and man the walls.

But the Arcs hadn't been expected for another few months. Blake had received word almost as soon as the ships had supposedly set-off, and Monte Cristo, the isle from which Jaune Arc lived, was halfway across the world. There was no way that a fleet as large as had been reported could make the trip in a third of a year, much less the handful of weeks it took them to get here!

The gates shook once more, fire splashing outward and over the great wooden doors that protected the city. Whatever magic that kept them from catching fire and breaking still held, somehow. The wood appeared only slightly blackened even as the molten fire fell over and slid down to the street below.

It wouldn't last forever, though. Blake could already see cracks in the wood, see how the lattice work that decorated it had started to warp. The image of the God of Animals was glowing in contrast to the now-darkened wood.

"Overshot!"

The cry came from atop the walls. Blake immediately looking just in time to see the fireball arc up, and up, and up. It went straight over the walls - came nowhere close to them, in fact -

"Get down!" She cried, jumping away from the building to her left and sliding on the cobblestones with her head bowed and her arms over her ears.

Heat washed over her as a sound like thunder clapped in her ears. Blake opened her mouth in a scream, but couldn't tell if anything had come out. Even on the ground, she felt her body get thrown with the force of the blast.

It hurt. Chunks of rock, splintered wood, and broken bars of iron fell atop her. All of it was hot, burning. She fought against her every instinct that told her to get up, get away.

When it had calmed down, and Blake could hear things again, she looked up.

She felt a pit open in her stomach at the sight.

They had erected barricades to slow down the Arcs for when they inevitably got in. The streets were lined with them, and each row was manned by defenders prepared for the fighting to turn street-to-street. They were outnumbered, but they could keep things as costly as possible for the invaders. Buy what time they could for the patrols to get back, and for reinforcements to come from the other cities.

All of the barricades along this street, the main thoroughfare that lead to the castle, had been flattened. The others were scattered about, some alive and groaning in pain, others unmoving. She could spot a few closest to where she was crushed under rocks or impaled by white-hot iron bars. The worst-off were outright aflame, kicking and screaming as they died.

Healers. Blake needed to get the healers.

But as she stumbled to her feet, ready to rush back to Castle Belladonna to get help for the people at the front, she heard a sound that terrified her more than the explosions, the screams, and the fire.

The Gates of Kuo Kuana, which had stood for hundreds of years, had cracked.


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