Junior's nightclub looked pretty different during the day. There were less people, none of the lights were on, and the music that normally permeated the area was absent. Of course, that was because it was closed, hence why it was called a nightclub and not a dayclub.
That didn't stop me from walking up to the front doors and banging my fist on them though. "Hey, open up!" I called through them before stepping back and waiting.
A few moments later I heard footsteps approach from the other side. There was the click of a lock and then the door slid open, revealing one of Xiong's goons, who looked annoyed. "Club is closed, fuck off."
He tried closing the door again but I put a hand on it, stopping it from closing. "I'm here to talk to Junior," I said casually, even as he glared at me.
"I don't give a fuck what-" I don't know what he was going to say next, because I decided that there was no point in talking to him. I pushed, overpowering the man and throwing the door open, which caused him to stumble back as it was yanked out of his grip. I strode in, eyes roaming the inside of the club for any sign of Junior. I didn't spot him, but I did see clear signs of construction, repairs still underway from Yang's stunt last week.
I also spotted a door near the bar that looked like it led into some back areas of the club, so I headed for that. The man behind me chased after me. "Hey, wait! If you don't stop-"
I cut him off again by suddenly turning to face him, leaning down and getting in his face. "Look, man, I get that you're just doing your job, but trust me, your boss is going to want to talk to me, and nobody is going to be happy if I have to go through you to get to him." I kept my voice quiet but deadly serious. "Capiche?"
He hesitated at that, doubt creeping into his expression. "...wait here then, I'll confirm that with him."
"Sure, sure," I said, switching back to a more friendly tone as I relaxed and stood up straight. "I'll wait right here."
I contemplated following him anyway as he left, but decided not to. Instead I waited patiently. A few minutes later, I was rewarded by the same man coming back out. "The boss will see you, but says you'll regret it if you're wasting his time."
I chuckled. "Is that so? Well then, lead the way."
He led me into the back part of the club, which was a lot more boring looking than the main floor was, being mostly undecorated hallways. At least, that was all that I saw, because we came to a stop at the first door we came across, which the man opened and ushered me into.
Junior's office was a bit nicer. It was large, with swanky furniture made of expensive looking wood and black leather. Top quality booze filled a cabinet near his desk, which was large. And Junior himself sat behind it, piles of paper on his desk.
He had a serious and annoyed expression when I entered, but as soon he saw my face he froze. His brow furrowed in confusion. "You… Why do I know you?" he asked.
I grinned. I had been interested in seeing what would happen if I Captured him without technically meeting him. The Binding made sure he was loyal to me, but how could you be loyal to someone that you didn't even know existed?
"Leave us to talk privately," I said to the mook that led me here. He looked at me with confusion and annoyance before looking at his boss. Junior looked a little dazed, but he nodded to the man. He hesitated, but then did as I said, closing the door and leaving me alone with the leader of the Xiong family.
I sat down on the nice leather armchair facing his desk, leaning back. "We haven't met, but I'm the most important person in your life now."
Junior looked at me, trepidation and confusion clear on his face. "That's certainly what it feels like. I just don't know why."
"Because of this," I said, tapping on my armlet. He looked down at his own arm, where he was wearing his own armlet. It looked different from mine though, being a plain black metal band with a red gem. It was simple and elegant, where mine was flashy. The Jewels of Discord upgrade let it shift to match the aesthetic of the wearer, which was very handy, especially if I didn't want a person wearing one visibly tied to me.
And he looked down at it, confusion growing. "That's right. After that girl came in and wrecked things, I woke up with it on. And then I…" he frowned. "I forgot about it. How did I forget about it?"
"Because I wanted you to until you were ready," I said. "That armlet is a magical item that ensures that you're loyal to me. From the second I put it on you, you have been mine. It just took some time for you to realize that."
I could practically see his emotions warring inside of him by the way his face contorted and shifted. "Like… a slave? I'm yours?" he shook his head. "No, that can't be right, I'm not- aaagh!"
His denial was cut off as his entire body tensed with pain. His limbs splayed out and he nearly fell out of his chair. It almost looked like he had been electrocuted. But it only lasted for an instant before it subsided, and he slumped over.
"I'm a simple man, so there are only a few rules to being my slave," I said casually as he recovered. "Do everything I say, and don't try to tell me you're not mine. So long as you obey those rules, you'll be happy. Break them, and well… you just experienced first hand what happens."
I had primarily chosen Tempest Jewelry as my method of Binding because it was cheap and the upgrades for it were useful. But being able to set up rules that would automatically punish those who broke them with pain and reward those who followed them with pleasure was a significant selling point. It was easy to maintain order as a captain with tools like that. And it worked even before they fully submitted, meaning all I really had to do was slap the armlet on them and they were as good as mine.
I could have come here earlier and started making demands, abusing those rules to force him to submit to me. I almost did a couple times. But Yoko and Prism had been good about keeping me busy enough that I didn't bother going through the effort.
"I- I understand," he said. "I belong to you." He sat up. "What- what do you want from me then?"
That was the other reason I had waited. The only reason he resisted at all was probably confusion and pride. If I had come before he was fully captured, he would have lacked the loyalty to me that had made him able to accept his new circumstances so well. It was just easier to wait.
"Don't worry, I don't plan on changing things," I assured him. "Not much anyway. You'll keep your position as the leader of your crime family, and you can keep operating as usual. But what's yours is mine now, and I find myself in need of quite a few things. Money, a decent place to stay, booze, some manpower. Stuff like that."
"You want me to support you using my resources," he concluded, expression flat.
"Pretty much," I confirmed. "Whatever I want, I want you to provide. I'm not gonna be an asshole about it and drain you dry. I want you to keep operating after all. And if there's something you can't do, then we'll figure it out together. I'm not unreasonable. After all, this is a two way street. You're mine, which means you're part of my crew, and I don't toss aside my crew members."
He nodded slowly, absorbing that information. "I see… so if you asked for something that I couldn't give you, or had good reasons for not giving you?"
"Then we talk it out," I said. "You tell me why, I judge whether or not it's worth overcoming those issues, we go from there. So long as you don't lie to me, there's no reason for you to worry about speaking your mind."
"That's awfully reasonable for a man who enslaved me while I was unconscious," Junior grumbled.
"I'm greedy and conniving, not an idiot," I said. "Besides, the whole 'ruling with an iron fist' thing is a pain in the ass. You get better results from happy subordinates. And trust me, I'm not the only one who will be benefiting from this. As part of my crew, you'll reap all kinds of rewards."
He raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn't show any excitement? "Such as?"
I winked at him. "More money, dust, and loot than you've ever seen. I've got big plans for Remnant."
He snorted, clearly not believing me. "Surprised you're not offering women as well," he joked.
"Right, that's the third rule," I said, leaning forward. "All the women in the crew? They're mine. If you want women, you search outside of the crew or go whoring. Understood?"
He stiffened, something in my tone or expression making it clear to him that I was being deadly serious. "That- what won't be a problem," he assured me. "None of my members are women, but we've got a brothel we run. Those of us who don't have a girl usually go there."
I smiled and relaxed. "Perfect! Except, you do have two girls with you, don't you? The twins."
He frowned. "Technically. Their position here is… complicated. They're not part of my family, but are here as part of a deal I have with Lil' Miss. I assume you know of her?"
I knew the basics, at least. "Mistral's premier crime boss, most feared leader of the Spiders," I summarized. "Her web reaches even here?"
"Only so far as having those two here," Junior assured me. Then he paused. "At least, as far as I know. You can never be sure with her. She tried moving in on Vale a while back, establishing some footholds. But there was… an incident, and she pulled back. I never got all the details. My father led the gang then, and he died during whatever happened. After that, I struck a deal with her. Accept those two as part of my group, acting as bodyguards, and she'd stay out. They're spies, of course, but I wasn't in a position to turn her down. I needed to establish myself as a reliable leader in the aftermath of my father's death, and strengthening our position as the only major crime family here in Vale did just that."
"I see," I mused, thinking that over. "I'll have to address that eventually, but it shouldn't be an issue in the short term. For now, I just came by for a few things. First, give me your scroll number." He recited it and I punched it into my own scroll, saving it. "Alright. Later I'm going to send you a picture of me. Tell all your men that they're to obey me. What's yours is mine, and I don't want to have to convince them the hard way. I don't like breaking my things."
He swallowed nervously. "I'll make sure they know. How much should I tell them?"
"Keep it vague," I say. "Don't tell them I've enslaved you. I wouldn't want any of them getting spooked and running. I don't have enough armlets for them all." Not yet at least. "But here. Instruct your most trusted or high ranking men to wear these." I handed him four armlets.
I wouldn't get any Credits for capturing nameless mooks, but it was still worth it. The number of unused armlets I could collect grew in proportion with how many armlets I had in active use, though I only restocked them at one a day, which is why I didn't give him too many. I needed to keep some on hand just in case a good opportunity presented itself.
"Enslaving my own men, huh?" Junior mumbled. "Fine, it'll be done. I'll say you're a foreign business partner or something. Anything else?"
"Two more things, for now," I continued. "I'll need a base of operations. I was thinking about moving in here, but I need a place not so easily connected to you and your gang. I'm going to be drawing some attention in the near future, and it'll go smoother if we keep our relationship relatively quiet. I'll text you the details of what I'm looking for later."
Junior frowned. "We don't do much with real estate, but I have a few connections I can reach out to. The third thing?"
I grinned. "Where are Melanie and Miltia? I slapped armlets on them as well, and I have a few things I want to share with them."
Junior gave me a look that made it clear that he knew exactly what I wanted with them. "You'll find them upstairs. They've got a suite just above this room. A soundproofed one, thankfully." He looked past me and raised his voice. "Chen!"
The door opened, revealing the man who had led me here. "Yeah boss?"
"This man is…" he trailed off, looking at me.
"The name's Kamina," I belatedly introduced myself.
"He's Kamina," Junior repeated, returning his attention to his minion. "He's a friend, and he'll be working with us. If he asks for something, give it to him. If you think it's too much, contact me, I'll be the judge of that. Understood?"
"Got it, boss," he replied. He didn't sound very enthusiastic, and even sounded a little suspicious, but it looked like Junior's boys were too loyal to question him in front of me. That was a good sign.
"Good. For now, he needs to talk to the twins, so show him where their room is and then go back to what you were doing."
"Got it," he replied, a bit more assured. "This way, Mr. Kamina."
"Please, don't call me mister, just Kamina is fine," I said with a friendly smile as I got up. "I'll talk to you later Junior," I said as I followed the mook from the office. No, not the mook. Chen. Now that he was, indirectly and unofficially, mine, he deserved to have his name recognized.
He led me through the halls again. "So… you from Mistral then?" he asked, making conversation.
"Nope," I replied. There was an awkward silence where he clearly expected me to offer more details, but I was leaving my cover story up to Junior to figure out, and I didn't want to say something that might conflict with what he said.
He seemed to get the message that I wasn't interested in small talk though, and didn't try again. He led me up some stairs and then down another hallway, stopping in front of a set of double doors. "This is their room. Do you need me to introduce you, or…?" he trailed off.
"I got it, don't worry," I said. I made shooing motions with my hands. "You can go. This is private business."
"...right." With that he turned around and walked away, going back to whatever Junior had him doing before.
As soon as he was out of sight I rapped my knuckles on the door. A few moments later, it cracked open, revealing Miltia, the 'red' twin. "What do you-" she cut herself off as she caught sight of my face, her brow furrowing. "What… who are you?"
I just smiled at her. "Can I come in?" I asked. She nodded, still looking confused as she stepped back and opened the door wider, allowing me inside.
The room I entered looked like a sitting room of some kind. A couple bookshelves against one wall, a liquor cabinet against another, and several couches and a coffee table taking up the middle of the room, sitting on a nice rug. All of it in the same style as the club, which meant a lot of glass, dark wood, and black leather, with a few red accents here and there.
I also spotted a doorway in the back corner that led somewhere else. If this was their living area, then presumably that led to the bedroom, or bedrooms, and a bathroom of some kind.
I didn't spend too long analyzing their room though, because I spotted Melanie, the 'white' twin, sitting on one of the couches, looking at me with the same expression of recognition and confusion as her sister.
"Have we met?" Melanie asked as Miltia closed the door behind me.
"Nope, but we're going to get to know each other very well," I said, sitting down on the couch across the table from her, spreading my arms and propping my feet on the coffee table. "I'm your new master, after all."
Miltia and Melanie exchanged looks as Miltia sat down next to her twin, and then both looked back at me. Confusion was still the predominant emotion on their face, which was a good sign. It meant that the annoyance and denial that they normally would have felt was suppressed.
"What do you mean?" Miltia asked.
I gave them more or less the same spiel that I gave Junior. I explained the armlet and the rules and I reassured them I didn't plan on changing how they operate, not majorly at least. Thankfully, they accepted it without much of a struggle at all.
"Ugh, just when we had gotten some freedom too," Miltia said, mildly annoyed.
"At least he's better looking than Junior," Melanie pointed out. Miltia nodded, agreeing.
"I'm glad you think so, because I meant it when I said we're going to get to know each other well," I said with a grin. I took my feet off of the coffee table and patted the couch on either side of me. "Why don't the two of you come sit next to me?"
Melanie rolled her eyes, but the two of them stood up, moving in sync as they stepped around the table and obediently sat down next to me. I spread my arms and slung them over their shoulders and pulled them closer, pressing their sides against me.
"I know we're sexy, but don't you think you're being a little too eager?" Melanie asked.
"I don't know Melanie, I kinda like a man who knows what he wants," Miltia said, placing a hand on my thigh.
"Don't worry, we're not jumping straight to sex," I said. "There's one other thing I want you two to do for me. I need you to unlock my Aura."
They both paused at that, and I glanced at their expressions to see them frowning.
"We can, but…" Miltia started before trailing off.
"It's not easy," Melanie continued.
"I didn't think it would be," I said. After all, there had to be some reason your average citizen or even criminal mook didn't have their Aura unlocked. "But it's important, and I need you to do it."
They leaned forward so they could see each other and exchanged looks, silently communicating. After a moment, they both nodded before shifting position. They both got onto my lap, each one straddling one of my legs, and placed their hands on my chest as they closed their eyes.
"For it is in Unity that we achieve immortality," Miltia intoned.
"Through this we become a bastion of power to control the world around us, creating a place of stability for all to flourish," Melanie continued.
And then they finished together, speaking in sync. ""I release your soul and by my strength protect thee.""
I noted that the words were a little different from what I remembered Pyrrha saying, but the thought was wiped from my mind by what I felt inside of me. Something was waking up, a fire that had been stoke, or an old generator that was being cranked to life.
My very being thrummed, power fluctuating in sporadic bursts and waves throughout my body. It felt warm and I would have described it as comforting if it wasn't also so energizing. A pressure started building up inside of me, energy eager to burst free but unable to. It just built and built until…
My body was enveloped in a flash of green energy, a color I recognized immediately as the same as Spiral Power. For a second I thought that unlocking my Aura had somehow brought forth my Spiral Power as well, but I watched the energy settle into a thin skin-tight shell around me and realized that my Aura just had the same color.
Which was almost certainly not a coincidence, but it would take a more thorough investigation to discover the true nature of the relationship between those two forces.
The light faded, but I could still feel the energy, my Aura, covering me. Not just my skin, but it covered my clothes as well. But I noticed that that protective shield started to slip, fading in some areas as the energy sunk back into my skin. A small bit of focus brought it back into place, but then other areas started slipping.
I deliberately let go of it all, letting the power fade into my body. But I still felt strong and energized, like I had been running on nearly dead batteries up until now and they had just been replaced. I turned my attention to the twins, a grin on my face.
"Thank you, girls," I said. "This is going to be very helpful." I made a mental note to awaken Yoko's aura as soon as possible. I didn't invite her here today because I wanted her face to remain relatively unknown, at least for now, and bringing her here would have dashed any hopes of that.
The Malachites looked winded, but they smiled at me, happy at the praise, and probably the dopamine hit the armlets gave them for being told they did as I asked. The conditioning abilities that Tempest Jewelry provided were fantastic.
"Now, why don't I give the two of you your reward," I said, my smile widening. They were still straddling my legs, so I just reached out and put a hand on their waists before pulling them closer to me. This caused their crotches to drag up my thigh, something they definitely noticed judging from the way they tensed up and the flickers of pleasure that appeared briefly on their faces.
I leaned forward and to my left, locking my lips with the already eager Miltia. Her lips were soft and sweet, a hint of lip balm brushing against my tongue as I kissed her.
Before it went on too long, I pulled back from her and then turned to my right, where Melanie was doing her best, but failing, to seem as if she wasn't just as eager as her sister. I grinned, making eye contact with her and making it clear that I saw through her little act. A hint of a blush appeared on her face, but when I leant in to kiss her, she leaned forward as well, meeting me halfway.
I felt Miltia's hands start to roam my body as I kissed Melanie, fingers tracing paths across my chest. I was, unfortunately, wearing a shirt, as my tattoos were too distinctive and drew eyes, which I hadn't wanted today. But now…
I stopped kissing Melanie long enough to pull my shirt off, revealing my bare chest and tattoos. I could see their eyes instantly lock on to the patterns of ink on my skin, and Melanie reached out with a hand to touch me as well, following the path of the tattoos.
I let them touch me for a few moments, enjoying the attention, before my own attention shifted. I reached out with both of my hands and grabbed the top of their strapless dresses, yanking them down. The fabric resisted for a moment before slipping down their bodies, causing their boobs to bounce as they were freed.
As identical twins, it was no surprise to see that their boobs were identical as well. They were decently large, not quite on the same level as Yang or Yoko, but they certainly weren't lacking. I reached up to both of them and sunk my fingers into their breasts, lifting them up.
But despite being identical twins, their reactions were different. Miltia continued to prove the eager one, openly sucking in a breath as I touched her. Melanie on the other hand seemed to be a bit more of a tsundere. She had been shocked when I first pulled her dress down and had started blushing and biting her lip to keep herself from reacting, refusing to look at me.
"You're both so cute," I said with a pleased smile. Then I leaned forward and placed my lips on Miltia's unoccupied breast, still groping both girls. I latched my lips onto her nipple, feeling it harden rapidly as I ran my tongue over it, and Miltia let out a soft moan.
After a few seconds of that I switched my mouth over to Melanie, whose nipple turned out to already be hard, either from the groping or anticipation. She didn't moan, but I could feel her body shake as she suppressed her reactions.
But they did have one reaction that was the same. Both of them started gyrating their hips, gently grinding their crotches against my thighs as I laid my attention on their breasts. Their skirts weren't in the way, but their panties and my own pants were, so I couldn't make out any specific feeling other than a vague sense of warmth.
I pulled back, leaving a glistening patch of saliva on their boobs, and chuckled. "You two are that eager, hmm?" I said.
"Yes," Miltia breathed.
I looked at Melanie, who didn't answer. I kept looking at her, and her face grew more red. "Maybe a little," she admitted, barely audible.
"Good girl," I replied, rewarding her for admitting it. She perked up at that, only to immediately blush even harder.
"I'm eager too," I admitted. I let go of their boobs so I can pull down the zipper on my pants. Both of them watch, staring at my crotch as I push down the waistband of my underwear and unleash my erection. It stood upright and tall between the three of us. "Why don't the two of you give me a hand?"
They exchanged looks, a smile on Miltia's face and a blush on Melanies, but they both reached down to wrap their fingers around the shaft. It was a little crowded with two hands on it, but the two of them started moving in tandem, and their teamwork made it work.
I leaned back and just enjoyed myself as they stroked me, my hands resting on their thighs, creeping underneath their skirts. Miltia smiled at me, eyes flicking between my face and my cock as she gauged my reaction and adjusted accordingly. Melanie only looked at my cock though, her blush fading the more she pleased me, and she shifted in response to Miltia's changes without missing a beat.
Soon they started mixing it up. Melanie would bring her hand up on the lower half of my shaft at the same time that Miltia brought her hand down, moving against each other instead of in sync. Their paces changed again after that, their hands becoming unsynced so that their pattern relative to each other was constantly shifting between perfectly in sync and perfectly opposite. Yet never did they fumble or bump hands.
"You girls practice this a lot?" I asked, impressed by their technique.
"No!" Melanie quickly denied. "We took classes. Stupid seduction classes, for honey pot stuff. Not that we've ever put it to use."
"Those classes were kinda fun though," Miltia said. "But yeah, we're just natural talents." She winked at me and started picking up the pace, running the palm of her hand over the tip of my cock, taking the pre-cum that had started gathering there and smearing it down the rest of my shaft for extra lubrication. Not that it was strictly necessary, as Sexual Calibration made sure it was enjoyable, lube or not, but it did change up the feeling of their grip on my shaft, which pushed my pleasure up a few notches.
"Whatever the reason, I can't deny the results," I replied happily, greedily drinking in the sight of them. Having sex with twins was the fantasy of every man, and I assumed every woman as well. Humans were greedy by nature, and we always wanted more of a good thing.
Their movements sped up, and my breathing grew heavy as they pulled me closer to the edge of my climax. Wet noises filled the otherwise silent room as their fingers glided over the lubricated and sensitive skin of my cock, their grips twisting and turning as they wrung every bit of pleasure out from me.
I didn't warn them when I came, and they both faltered slightly when my dick twitched in their hands before starting to shoot out thick ropes of semen that arced through the air before coming straight back down onto their hands.
But Miltia reacted quickly and tightened her grip, Melanie only a second behind as they made sure to keep pumping their hands, drawing out every last spurt of cum. By the time my balls stopped churning and my dick stopped twitching, their hands were heavy with my thick jizz.
They let go of me, moving their hands away, but before they could wipe it off, I stopped them. "Feed it to each other," I ordered them, watching intently. They hesitated for a moment, eye flicking from me, to their hands, and then to each other. But they did as I said and raised their hands to the other's mouth, where they lapped up my cum.
Miltia made a face when she started licking, apparently not finding the taste appealing, but she was dutiful in following orders as her tongue brushed over her sister's hand. Melanie, however, had the opposite reaction. She seemed more surprised than anyone after her first lick and soon she was eagerly swallowing it all, her tongue digging into the nooks and crannies between Miltia's fingers as she searched for every last bit.
When she was sure she had gotten it up, she finally noticed the way that Miltia, who had long finished, and I were both watching her, and her face turned scarlet. "W-what?" she asked, angrily.
"Pervert," Miltia said, looking amused.
"Shut up! I'm not!"
"Now, now, no need to tease her for her enthusiasm," I said, mediating. "Enthusiasm in serving me should be admired. I'll remember your preferences Melanie, don't worry."
She blushed even harder, somehow, and looked away. "Whatever."
Miltia giggled silently, unseen by her sister, and then looked down. "Oh?" she said. "Perhaps you'd like to explore your newly acquired tastes right now, Melanie. Our new Master is still hard." She looked at me, even as Melanie's eyes were pulled down to my still very erect cock. "You never did tell us your name."
"Did I not? My bad. The name is Kamina, and I have a much more fun idea for what we should do next. Strip, both of you."
Miltia grinned as she stood up, getting off of my lap. Melanie didn't seem quite as excited, but she wasn't hesitating anymore either. The blush remained on her face though.
Both of them undid the zippers on each other's backs, allowing them to slip off their dresses and reveal their bodies to me more fully. Their bodies were lean, with hints of muscles in their pale and smooth skin. They also have decently curvy figures, with a nice hourglass shape and long legs. I especially enjoyed watching them bend over to pull off their boots.
And then all that was left was their panties, and I watched very carefully as they pulled those down their legs and stepped out of them. Their clothes were discarded into two different piles, one for each of them, and then they looked at me, waiting for further instructions as I admired their nude bodies.
I didn't say anything. I just kept smiling as I leaned forward and reached out to both of them. My fingers lightly traced a winding path from their lower stomachs, where their future womb tattoos would be, to their hips, down their thighs, and then slowly up their inner thighs. Both girls tensed in anticipation as my fingers approached their already wet cunts.
I stopped right before doing so, fingers close enough to feel the heat radiating off of their sexes. They both looked at me, silently waiting for me to continue, but I just looked back at them with a smirk. Several moments passed as we stared at each other, and I felt them shift their position, squirming as they waited for more.
Finally, Miltia broke. "Please stop teasing us," she asked with a pout.
My gaze shifted over to Melanie, and she blushed and nodded. But I shook my head. "Say it," I commanded.
"Please… please touch me," Melanie asked in a quiet voice.
My smile widened and I moved my fingers up, gently pressing against their lower lips, which were soaked with the signs of their arousal. "Good girls," I praised them as I started exploring their delicate folds. I pushed the tips of my fingers past their lips and against their entrances, teasing it for a moment, but not pushing my fingers inside of them.
They both gasped as I touched them, squirming even more than before. I eyed the coffee table behind them, and judged that it was probably sturdy enough. I suddenly stopped touching them, causing both of them to make little noises of complaint, but I just stood up.
"Melanie, lay down on the table, face up," I ordered her. "Miltia, you lay down face down on top of her."
Their eyes widened and I saw smiles grow on their faces as they anticipated what was going to happen next. They followed my instructions, Melanie lying face up with her legs spread. Miltia placed herself on top of her naked sister, their proportions exactly the same, so everything lined up from their faces that were just inches from each other, both turned to look at me, to their boobs which pressed against the others, and finally their pussies, which were so close that their clits were pressing into the other.
"Beautiful," I said in admiration as I soaked in the view. Both of them blushed that time, but they looked pleased. I traced my finger along their swollen lips again, started from Melanie and tracing a path upward to Miltia's, but both of them were more than prepared for the fun part to get started.
I ditched my pants entirely, joining them in nudity, and placed myself between their legs. They both looked at me, Miltia having to look over her shoulder, and I could see the hunger and desire clear in their eyes.
I deliberated for a moment on who to start with, but then Miltia wiggled her ass, inviting me, and I wasn't going to turn something like that down. I lined my cock up with her entrance, grabbed her by the hips, and then thrust forward, hilting myself inside of her in one go.
Miltia let out a strangled noise between a moan and a scream, caught off guard by my sudden insertion but obviously loving it. Melanie looked up at her with wide eyes, shocked. And she continued to watch her sister with wide eyes as I immediately started pounding Miltia.
Miltia's entire body bounced and shook, the table underneath them rocking in time with my motions. She was left gasping, letting out a sharp gasping moan with every thrust. "Oh, yes!" she cried out. "More!"
I obliged, picking up the pace that I fucked her. Her ass rippled everytime I thrust into her, and my balls slapped against Melanie's cunt. Her insides writhed around my shaft, squeezing me tightly and resisting me every time I pulled back, increasing the pressure and the pleasure.
Melanie's expression was a mix of wonder, jealousy, and nervousness. Seeing her twin overwhelmed by pleasure while she was fucked on top of her, moaning all the while, was probably quite the experience. But she'd have her turn soon.
I felt my climax approach, but I held it in until Miltia threw her head back and let out a long keening moan. I could feel her cumming, and I let go of my own orgasm, filling her twitching depths with my seed.
After several long moments of pleasure, our climaxes subsided, and Melanie slumped down, all of her weight on her sister. She was breathing hard, her head hanging down right next to Melanie's. She shuddered a bit as I pulled out, but otherwise didn't react.
Melanie wore the same expression as earlier, the same mix of emotions, but all of them were stronger now, more plain to see on her face and in how she looked at me. I gave her a smile. "It's your turn now," I said.
She gulped and nodded, and I lined myself up with her. Unlike with Miltia though, I didn't immediately ram it inside of her. Instead, I pushed into her at a more sedate pace. Not slowly, but it wasn't instant either. She sucked in a breath as I entered her, parting her tight folds and filling her up, then slowly let it out as a low moan when I was fully sheathed inside of her.
I gave her exactly two seconds to get used to the sensation before I started moving my hips, starting in slow and shallow thrusts, but quickly building up both speed and intensity. Her moans became louder but shorter as I fucked her, and before long I was pounding her just as hard as I had been Miltia, and Melanie moaned just the same in short exclamations of wordless ecstasy.
As the table started rocking once again, Miltia seemed to catch her breath and recover from her orgasm. I couldn't see her face, but she lifted her head up to look down at her twin and the expressions she was making as she was getting fucked. Then, in a move that surprised me, she suddenly leaned down to kiss Melanie.
Melanie let out a muffled noise of surprise as Miltia locked lips with her, but she was quickly washed away in the pleasure and just gave into it. Melanie reached up to wrap her arms around her sisters neck, and the two of them made out as I fucked Melanie.
Melanie seemed to be more sensitive than her twin. That or she just had an incest fetish, because she came well before me, her muffled moans increasing in pitch as I felt her convulse around my cock. Not that I stopped moving. In fact, I picked up the pace, pounding her harder even as she rode out an orgasm.
The two sisters broke their kiss for a moment, breathing hard, but then Melanie pulled Miltia back down and they started kissing again, even more enthusiastically than before somehow. It was hot, hot enough to push me closer to my own climax even faster, so I picked up the pace once again.
And then I slammed my hips forward, reaching Melanie's deepest parts and staying there as the dam burst, my balls churned, and I shot spurt after spurt of my semen into her as well. I thrust a few more times, once more reaching her depths, and made sure to get every drop of my cum inside of her.
The two of them had stopped kissing without me noticing as I came, and both were breathing hard as I pulled out of Melanie and let myself sit back on the couch. I sat there, catching my breath for a moment as they did the same.
I couldn't see their faces, but after a few moments Miltia pushed herself off of Melanie and the of them got up, moving to kneel between my legs. As one, they brought their faces close to my shaft and started licking it, cleaning our combined fluids off of it with their tongues as they looked up at me.
I grinned and reached out to both of them, placing my hands on their head. "Good girls," I praised them once again. Both shuddered and smiled as I pet them.
I glanced at the clock and saw the time. I hadn't planned on staying there very long… but then again, I didn't really have anything else to do that day. So I turned my attention back to my new set of sexy twins. "Now… what positions should we try next?" I asked.
They were both all too eager to help me decide.
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AN: I spent a day and a half trying to plan all of the RWBY stuff before writing this chapter, got annoyed, decided that having the broad strokes was enough and filling the rest in with spontaneous plans was more fun, and instead just outlined the next 10 or so chapters. That should help me get through them without having to stop and make sure there's nothing I'm missing. Still taking it easy though, only writing when I feel like it.
This chapter includes my personal theory on why the Malachite twins work for Junior. Because it's kind of confusing. The two of them get a fair amount of attention in the Roman Holidays novel, first being shown in Mistral under Roman's protection when he used to work for Lil Miss and they were holing up in a safehouse. Then we see them a few years later in Vale, having been sent to a special school there, where they were classmates with Neo. And then the 'incident' I alluded to happened, Junior's father died, Lil Miss's plan failed, and Neo and Roman became free agents.
And then like 3-5 years later, RWBY starts with the twins working for Junior? It doesn't make any sense. Lil Miss seemed to care about them, a little at least. Enough to go out of her way to protect and educate them, and she trusted them with important stuff. So maybe she ditched them, leaving them in Vale with little to do except join up with the local crime family. But I think Lil Miss is a little smarter than that, at the very least.
Anyway, I recommend reading Roman Holiday actually. I enjoyed it and it made me like Roman and Neo a lot more and provided an interesting look at the criminal underworld of both Vale and Mistral.