The Conquest of Menagerie Chapter 3, a rwby fanfic

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New Tags: Cock Worship, Chameleon Girl, Mentions of Body Modification, Piss Drinking

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𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕟.𝕔𝕠𝕞/𝕋𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Chapter 3

The sound was terrible, terrifying. Blake winced each time she heard it.

Ancient wood and iron groaned as though in pain. The fires that lit them had grown so bright it tinted the very road that Blake was limping through orange-gold. She could feel the heat all the way here, and she was halfway across the city on the road towards the castle.

Fortunately, she'd managed to meet a runner that had been on the way to relay orders to the barricades nearest the gates. The look on his face would have been amusing had the situation not been so dire. She'd sent the man back with instructions to call for healers. Or evacuation. Blake wasn't sure what the right call was anymore.

Each time the blasts sounded through the night part of her world shook. Shaky legs barely managed to steady themselves, and she'd needed to use her good arm as support against one of the nearby buildings.

Maybe she'd been hit harder than she'd thought, because Aura or no, she'd never felt this banged-up before.

The gates cried out in pain. Unable to resist the call, she turned back to see how bad it had gotten.

Blake sobbed.

A doorway to hell. She could think of no other way to describe it. Ancient timbers glowed red-hot while burning top to bottom. The bands of magical gold and filigree were white-hot, shining almost ominously as they warped and peeled from the wood like scrap being melted for reuse.

Not even the walls were safe, scorched in most places and warped in others. Some parts glowing such a bright and angry red that she could see it all the way from her.

They hadn't much time left. Hours at most, maybe not even that.

Something thundered in the distance. From Castle Belladonna. Ears twitching, Blake turned away from the sight of the surrendering gates.

Horsemen. Four astride, they took up most of the width of the road and wore the markings of the royal guard. Others followed behind them, many of these dressed in the lighter armor of the army, and the city watch. Behind them, the healers, white and yellow robes looked almost ablaze in the firelight of the gates.

"Princes!" One called, voice barely rising above the hoof-storm as they broke away from the group to come to her. The charge circled them without missing a beat and continued the rush towards the gates. "You are injured."

Blake nodded but said nothing, accepting the offered hand and let herself be lifted unto the horse. They'd turned around and were headed back for the castle soon after, the rest of the relief forces behind them.

Castle Belladonna rose high above the rest of the city as they approached, the keep towering even over the city's watchtowers. Made of stone, steel, and ironwood, it cut an imposing figure, especially with the full moon behind it. Blake always liked to believe that her ancestors had chosen the spot precisely to get that dramatic effect.

On normal nights, the castle would have been pale with the wood darkening the shadows it cast, making it look almost like a ghost overlooking the city.

Now it was pale yellow, reflecting the fire at the gates, a portent of what was to come.

Idly, Blake wondered if the castle would survive the war. Would it survive the night?

Would they?

Guards saluted as they crossed the drawbridge, the busy crowd coming in and out parting to let them pass. Many cheered when they recognized her, even those busy carrying weapons, supplies, and orders joined though none stopped their work. Blake didn't mind, and she raised her good hand to try and hearten the troops. They'd need it.

Sienna stood at the castle courtyard, looking over a table and a map of the city that had been laid over it. Surrounding her were her officers and those of the city.

Blake frowned, "General!"

Two pairs of golden eyes met, Sienna's glinted with something steely even as she stepped away to help Blake down.

"Glad you're alive." Her friend said, grinning, "You also weren't supposed to be that close to the front."

"And you're not supposed to be in the city."

The smile on the general's face was resigned. "That… was bad luck." She shrugged, "I was here to discuss matters with your father for Kapakila. I'd only stayed the night since we'd finished late." The tiger turned her gaze towards the gate. "I don't think any of us expected Arc to arrive. Not this soon."

Blake agreed but didn't follow the general's gaze, instead looking to the small group of officers Sienna had taken with her. She recognized several of them. Mina, Yuma, Tock. Tock was Sienna's aide, and the other two her bodyguards. Everyone else at the table was supposed to be in the city still.

Good. At least Sienna's second-in-command wasn't here, at least. Chainer would know what to do in the meantime. Hopefully.

It was one thing to have to act on existing plans and another to be the highest-ranking officer anywhere. Which would be the case if Sienna and her family were captured or killed.

"So what's the plan, General."

Her friend's eyes hardened again, that tinge of sadness disappearing behind the steel of Menagerie's High General.

"We'll push through with the existing plans." Sienna grinned, baring fangs. "No time to get all the traps setup, but we can at least slow their advance to the castle through the main thoroughfares. And they can't hold their formation if they have to go through the smaller streets. That's where we'll get them."

Blake nodded. They'd originally planned to rig most of the buildings outside the castle to blow with dust and oil. Unfortunately, they'd not had time to do that, but that wasn't a bad plan. Arc's numbers wouldn't matter so much when they could only trickle in, after all.

"And what about me?" Blake asked.

Sienna sent her a rueful smile, "Please go to the king. Convince him to run."

Oh father. "He's being stubborn isn't he?"

Sienna nodded, "He's donning his armor as we speak."

Blake nodded and, not caring about propriety anymore, threw her arms around one of her oldest friends. It wasn't comfortable, not with the armor Sienna wore, but the coat she wore over it was still as fluffy as it had been when Blake gave it to her, and that sent her back.

"God with you, Sienna." She wouldn't cry. She couldn't cry. "I'm… I'm going to miss you."

Armor-clad arms wrapped around her, a kiss placed on the crown of her head.

"Live, Blake. No matter what happens. Live.."

She would. As she broke away and made her way up the castle, Blake Belladonna swore that she would live. For her people, for her kingdom.

For Sienna.

~TtT~

When Blake didn't come down after almost half an hour in the castle, Sienna was hopeful that her friend had managed to convince the king to take the chance to leave before the city was overrun. Already, she'd received word from the other parts of the wall that just about all of the possible exits had been blocked.

Even worse, this included the secret ones. While Sienna hadn't entertained the idea of using the postern as a way to relieve the attack on the gates, it was disheartening to hear that there were Arc ships watching even those. Worse still, the smallest of the main gates that lead to the mainland were already barricaded by the Arc forces.

Someone had blabbed, and Sienna could only have a cursory idea of who had done so.

When the Arcs had declared war on Menagerie months ago, the rest of the world had gone silent. Whatever word they could get out had never gotten a reply, and there was a high chance that Arc had gotten his hands on any one of their off-shore generals to pull the information from them.

If not for the princess's informant, they'd have been completely blind to this attack, and Sienna shuddered to think how much worse this could have been had Kuo Kuana had been full of civilians when the Arc fleet came upon them.

Small victories, she supposed, even if Sienna was sure that the city was already lost. They'd been in the midst of preparing for the arrival of the Arc navy, but making the trip halfway around the world in two months was both unprecedented and practically impossible by even modern standards. Either the Arcs had managed to secret their ships most of the way somehow, or it was magic.

And, looking at the terrifying fireballs that slammed into the gates, Sienna was more than happy to accuse the Arcs of using magic.

The Great Gate had little left in it, one of the doors now listing backwards, and swaying with each blow landed by the Arc ships. It now glowed so bright it looked like a second sun was rising on the city, and part of the closest streets were already aflame.

Sienna had been forced to order a preemptive retreat to the inner ring of the city while detonating the explosive traps they'd spent the last few days planting. With the main streets left in rubble, the attackers would have no choice but to fight street-by-street, and they knew Kuo Kuana better than they did. And if the Arc forces decided they wanted to try trudging through the rough terrain of shattered stone and mud, they'll be easy pickings for her fighters.

Hopefully that would get them enough time for a relief force to come from the mountains. The moment the first sign of the attack had come, Sienna had sent word for aid. It was two-day's march between here and the nearest garrison, and four more days after that to the nearest of their hidden forts.

Six days. They had to keep Arc locked up here for six days. Outmanned, outgunned, and outmaneuvered.

Blake had better convince her father to leave.

A great flare preceded the sound of a thousand souls wailing. Sienna's amber gaze turned to see doors she'd thought impregnable collapse inward and away as the gates fell. Beside them, the towers nearest finally surrendered to the pulling weight and half-crumbled, half-melted into the earth below.

The buildings nearest the gates burst into flames as molten rock and white-hot steel spilled into the streets.

She clicked her tongue. And now her planned battleground was aflame. It was going to be hard to ambush them when the cover slowly burned away. Was Arc going to put out the flames? She did not know if he had intentions of taking the city.

All the same, they needed to buy time. And if Arc was content to wait outside while the city was threatened with fires, she had no intention of making things any faster for him by inviting him in.

~TtT~

This city was empty.

Oh he was sure they had ambushes prepared, hidden in buildings to strike at them while they tried to make their way towards Castle Belladonna. With the streets blasted into impassable rubble, there'd be no maintaining any kind of formation as they either passed through the smaller side roads, or navigated their way through the rough terrain of the thoroughfare.

But that hadn't been the issue. Jaune had expected to see civilians being herded towards the castle, or towards one of the many exits he'd had his own men blockade. He'd expected chaos and confusion.

Instead, the city was empty and not a defender in sight. If not for the overshots and the fire started by the blasted gate, the only light in all of Kuo Kuana would have been the beacon lights of Castle Belladonna.

Someone had told them that they were coming, and he was going to find out who.

"They were ready for us." He growled to no one in particular. "And they've turned this city into a deathtrap. That explains why the counter-fire had stopped. They pulled their people on the wall back. Probably after they realized we out-ranged them." He looked to Cinder. "We hold here. Start setting up camp, but order the ships to start bombarding the city. I'm not playing Belladonna's games."

His favorite nodded then turned to leave.

"And Cinder," he called to her, molten gold looking to him over her shoulder, "Have them focus on the main road. I want to see a river of fire by tomorrow morning."

With that done, he turned to Winter and Yang, "Take half a century each. I want you to probe the city's outer reaches. See if they have anyone along the walls still, and if anyone is trying to make a break for the exits. Don't go into the city proper. Report to me at dawn."

His orders issued, Jaune decided to head back to his quarters. He had something far more pleasant to enjoy himself with in the meantime.

~TtT~

It hadn't taken Cinder very long to inform the standing admiral of their orders. They handled disseminating the information to the rest of the army. By the time the bombardment had started, fortifications were already being built around the city.

Cinder, meanwhile, had returned to her master's quarters to update him on what was going on.

She found him being served a drink by Ilia. Water over ice. Grey eyes took Cinder in, and the faunus slave girl sent Cinder a shallow bow of greeting before turning back to Jaune.

"Sounds like the bombardment has started." Jaune said, taking a sip of his drink. He didn't look at her, but instead at the window to the right. Towards the city. "Yang and Winter shouldn't be back till dawn. We'll have a better idea of what we'll do by then."

Cinder approached, hands hesitantly brushing up her master's free arm. He was tense, angry.

"How do you want to root out the traitor?"

The master scoffed before he took another sip. When he put the glass down on the table beside his chair, he sent her a wry grin. "It may have bought them time, but we'll have the city anyway. If not tonight, then tomorrow. The day after at the latest. Whoever the informant was, they didn't know about our timeline. They sent word when war was declared, but not before our fleet had deployed."

Which meant they were unlikely to know enough. That removed a lot of people from being suspects.

Cinder most of all.

She let out a relieved breath at the realization, a weight she didn't know was there lifted from her shoulders.

Jaune noticed. Sending her a grin before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him.

The master favored light armor, and only his cloak had been discarded. Cinder could see it thrown over the chair behind him. Between them was his gambeson, his overcoat, and whatever he wore underneath. Cinder wore the same, but her cloak was still on.

Despite it, she felt warmth overcome her, and she wrapped her arms about his waist while she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You're above reproach, Cinder. I'd never doubt you." He whispered. She felt his lips put a kiss on the crown of her head. Cinder purred. Her hands ran up and down his form, felt the hardness beneath. He was still tense.

A glass was put on the table. Ice and water. Cinder sent the slave a grateful look, and Ilia returned it with an understanding bow. Briefly, she spotted the unconscious form of Eve hanging from the ceiling. The once mighty faunus warrior looked pathetically small without her arms or legs.

Though it was interesting to see that her horns had regenerated. A nice little upside of the marks Jaune had put on them. It glowed faintly, pink over black in contrast to Cinder's gold.

"Let me take your cloak, mistress Cinder," Ilia said as she reached over Cinder's shoulders to remove the cloak. "Things outside look to have been very busy."

Jaune chuckled, "Nowhere near as busy as everyone inside must have been. They knew we were coming."

In her arms, Cinder felt the master tense further. She frowned. Turning to Ilia, they exchanged a look as the younger girl put Cinder's cloak on the couch across the room. The faunus smirked back.

"It's a few hours yet before sunrise, master Jaune," Cinder cooed, squeezing herself unto him. Nevermind if there were six layers between them. Cinder didn't care. "It wouldn't do you any good to be stressed when the battle breaks tomorrow."

Before Jaune could protest, she reached up and pulled his lips to hers in a kiss.

Ilia didn't miss a beat, either. Immediately going for Jaune's belt. From his other side, Cinder could feel the lithe faunus brush herself against their master, too. If nothing else, she could really appreciate Ilia's loyalty.

When Cinder pulled away, Jaune's ultramarine eyes had gone from cold chips to just the slightest bit dimmed, tired. Cinder gave him another hug before she started stripping herself, too.

Belts and greatcoats hit the polished floor, followed by their gambesons and then their tunics, trousers, and underclothes. Soon enough, Jaune was seated at the foot of his bed while Cinder was draping herself over his shoulders and Ilia was pulling out his boots.

Jaune groaned as Ilia brushed her tongue up the inside of his thigh. Cinder giggled at the sight as she did the same to his neck. He shivered.

The taste of salt touched her tongue as she took in the smell of him. Even from here, his essence stoked the fires of her core, and Cinder could feel her mark amplifying her growing arousal. She squished her tits against his back as she wrapped her arms about his torso.

Breathing into an ear, she whispered, "Unwind, master Jaune. Let us take care of you."

~TtT~

It had gotten really hard to hold on to his anger, Jaune found, when he was being showered with affection.

The girls had pulled him into his bed, laid him out on his pillows, and got to work. Cinder clutched at one arm, massaging it between her tits as she nuzzled herself into his neck. She showered him with kisses, licks, and whispered reassurances.

But Jaune's eyes weren't on her. No, they were on Eve. The red-headed cow fleshlight was awake now, and had noticed what they were doing. Jaune's eyes met hers, blue on blue.

There was something in the way she squirmed from her place, the armless, legless toy swinging to and fro as she tried to stimulate herself at the sight of them. Jaune could see a steady stream of her arousal drip outward and down, collecting at the ends of the stumps that her legs had once been before they dripped to the floor.

Despite it, that wasn't the sound that most resounded through the room.

But Jaune didn't need to look there, not while he felt the way Ilia's tongue slathered all over his cockhead as she suckled at him. Her tongue was wet and spongy, longer than normal so as to let her wrap her tongue around entire lengths of his manhood to pleasure him.

He closed his eyes and leaned back as the coils ran over his cockhead, jolts of pleasure running up his spine.

Cinder had noticed the twitch of his hips, he was sure Ilia had, too. The older woman planted a kiss on his cheek and he could feel her hot breath against his ear, "She's so well-trained, master Jaune. So good at making your cock feel good."

Ilia stiffened around him before her head was pushed down unto his cock. Her tongue never left his shaft as he was enveloped in the humid tunnel of her throat.

Jaune groaned and opened his eyes. Ilia's lips were at his base, and he could feel the way her throat squeezed her coiled tongue unto him, tightening its grip around his shaft. The faunus's eyes met his, the girl's eyes now neon-pink and practically glowing in the low light of his quarters.

"It still impresses me how much we can change them." Cinder continued, letting go of Ilia and running her hand up his crotch. Her touch was so light it was like a feather was being brushed upwards before she settled around his naval. Cinder leaned down to plant a kiss on his collar bone while she started drawing light circles around his skin. "Ilia's tongue didn't used to be that long, couldn't fit inside her throat while your cock was in it."

Delicate fingers wrapped about his balls and squeezed. Jaune was surrounded in an all-encompassing warmth of the tongue and throat about his cock and her fingers. It was exquisite.

"Oh Cinder…"

He felt the tension leave him, limbs turning to jelly as he sank into his bed and just let it all take its course. His hips urged him to thrust forward, but there wasn't a need to. Cinder and Ilia were all about him. Head, shaft, base, balls. All were surrounded in flesh and wetness. Cinder had made sure to catch any spit dripping from Ilia's mouth and massaged it into his ballsack.

"It's amazing, isn't it? How many women can give you a vacuum blowjob while jacking you off inside their throat?" The hand about his balls wiggled their fingers as the tongue inside Ilia's throat stroked.

And when the tip swirled around his head, Jaune thought he saw stars.

"Only through you can we do this, master Jaune," Cinder was getting closer, her kisses now coming up his neck, his jaw. "And when we have the faunus, we can turn them all like this. Every last one of them shaped to our liking."

And then she kissed him.

Jaune's world narrowed as he came. Only Cinder's tongue teasing at his own as she tried to suck his soul out through his mouth while his essence flooded down Ilia's clenched throat, the tongue wrapped around him working overtime to draw out more of his cum. Cinder's hand held fast about his balls, too, determined to keep them stimulated.

She gasped when he brought an arm to hold her, half excitement, half pain. His other hand grabbing unto one of her tits and squeezing. The scream sent vibrations through their conjoined lips, and Jaune relished it.

All the while, Ilia swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He could feel her throat pulsing about him as she gulped his cum down. Her tongue's ministrations turning from rhythmic to erratic, the organ almost writhing around his shaft while her scream vibrated through his cock. She came.

Each spurt of his cum seemed to pull more and more exhaustion from him, like a coiled spring unwinding. Still, his hips thrusted, ineffectual as it was with Ilia's lips around his base.

When he'd finished though, when he'd died the little death and he felt a pleasant sleep slowly creep in, he felt something else come. And he felt it just so easy to let go while Ilia suckled at his cock, practically begging for more from him.

So he did.

Ilia's hum of realization sent a brief wave of pleasant vibration through his cock as he pissed down her throat. But the dutiful slave didn't pull away. Instead her tongue re-wrapped about his shaft, tightened, stroked. Each pull drawing more of his piss from him. Jaune groaned as he felt his erection rally at the simulation.

Cinder's chest shook with a purr as she squeezed herself unto him. She'd clearly heard, and she brushed her hand down his torso towards his hips. With a pleased hum, she pressed down and dragged it towards his crotch.

It was pleasant to be massaged that way, and between Cinder stimulating him from outside and his cock being stroked as he pissed while inside Ilia's mouth. He practically melted into his bed, a puddle with a stiff and stimulated cock.

The last thing Jaune remembered before sleep finally took him, was the slow bobbing of lips and tongue and the cooed lullabies of one of his most trusted servants.

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