Cinder checks on the progress of the other parts of Jaune's army now that business in Kuo Kuana is settling down while Jaune has some fun with Summer and Ruby.
We also get a quick catch-up with Yang!
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Chapter 9
"Mademoiselle Fall."
Cinder returned the nod of the other officers as she entered, almost grinning as she saw some of the others standing straighter when she met their eyes.
The War Room was located in the heart of Jaune's flagship, the Dantes. It was ironically more protected than his own quarters which were located at the stern of the ship while the War Room was in a compartment below the waterline.
As such, there weren't any windows and three of the four walls were instead covered in maps that spanned the entirety of Remnant, with every single Arc garrison on the planet marked out in detail.
Under normal circumstances, having so many busybodies in what should have been a tiny room should have made the place swelteringly hot, but Jaune allocated more space to be given to War Room when the Dantes was being built, and it consumed several other rooms that would have been built above it. It allowed it to have a cavernous ceiling and an air flow that - combined with the cold from the water around them - made it quite comfortable to be in.
At the center of the room was a map of Menagerie, markers of all their forces around the island clear for her to see. Off the coast were engagements, ships of the Arc navy locked in battle with the patrols of Menagerie's own navy - the only real protection the island had. Cinder could already spot several of the models flipped face-down.
Good.
"Gentlemen. Lord Arc is unavailable." She said, her eyes moving to the first few flags placed on the coast - the most notable of them at Kuo Kuana proper. "How go the landings?"
There was a thrum of energy filling the room, the unmistakable smell of lightning as a brief blue flash came over the table.
Ghostly images. Figures of their ships ran aground on a small stretch of the island's north-western coast. Blue, translucent flame streaked through the air landing on the walls of the walled city's projection. Stone and wood buckled and shattered, catching fire where it didn't crumble.
But the gates had been left open, and Cinder saw no return of fire. Instead the soldiers that had been sent to investigate the city were caught up in an explosion that tore down most of the walls and many of the roads in or out.
Cinder clicked her tongue. "I suppose we should have expected as much after what happened at Kuo Kuana."
The oldest of the officers agreed, "Most of the settlements we'd found were abandoned. Only the larger cities had been trapped. Perhaps they did not have as much time to prepare as we had feared."
"That they had time to prepare at all is already a problem, but you raise a good point. Has there been any resistance we've found besides the traps? Have there been any faunus?"
"Not all of the villages had completed evacuations." Chimed in another. "Noncombatants all. Besides them, we've not encountered a single fighter."
Likely stragglers that were too slow getting out, or looters that decided to brave the risk of being caught by their army. All the same it all told the same story.
One that led them deeper into Menagerie's mountainous forests and sweltering river valleys.
Cinder's fingers tapped against the desk, the clicking of her nails filling the cavernous room. "Guerilla warfare it is."
This might end up being a longer war than they thought.
~TtT~
Silver eyes stared, wide, transfixed. Ruby Rose couldn't look away.
"Ughhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Jaune had her mother folded in half. Ruby had never known that someone could be bent that way before. Summer's legs were pinned against her shoulders and her ass up in the air. Her black-red hair was soaked with sweat and plastered to her glossy skin in some places.
But it was the movement that kept her hypnotized. The steady pistoning and rhythmic slapping of hips as Jaune thrust his cock in and out of her mother while the older woman jiggled in tune with every movement.
The desk was going to be ruined, Ruby was sure. Each time Jaune thrust in, she'd see a rush of overflowing juices come from her mom's hairless pussy as though he was pumping into a rich well. Summer's cloudy juices came down in rivulets, streaking in between her asscheeks and forming a puddle on the ironwood table before running over the front of the desk like some glittering waterfall of shame.
A shame that Ruby was also feeling. Her belly felt hot. Uncomfortably hot. So hot that she'd taken off her outermost layers and left herself in just her white blouse and still-too-hot leggings as she sat on one of the chairs next to her mother's desk and watched them.
She'd been instructed to observe by the prince, to watch as her new master put House Rose in its place underneath his heel even as he spared them from explicit slavery. To watch as Jaune raped her mother.
Her thighs squeezed together as she felt a fiery, now-familiar dampness grow in between her legs, one which made her cheeks burn in not-a-dissimilar way her mother's skin was flushed right now.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooooooh! It's⦠Ugh⦠So good!"
Summer looked delirious, silver eyes unfocused and halfway rolled back into her head. Her mouth hung open and took big gulps of air each time, and the air in the room had grown so heavy that Ruby could almost see it coming in puffs of steam.
The older Rose had her head clutched in her hands, fingers holding tight enough that they were digging into her cheek. Tongue lolling out, it swung loosely whenever she shook her head.
It was a far cry from the collected politician and steely huntress Ruby had grown up idolizing.
Every one of Jaune's thrusts sent her rocking, legs bouncing off his chest, tits and ass jiggling. Sometimes he thrust so hard Ruby could hear her mother's head bouncing against the desk in a way that almost made her wince.
"Cummiiiiiiiiing! OOOOOOOOOOOOUGH!"
Her mom's back arched, her whole body breaking out into jiggling shivers as she screamed. What had been a steady stream of her arousal turned into a deluge of girlcum as she shattered about Jaune's still-thrusting cock. As Jaune moved one of his hands from her leg to her throat to keep her from rocking herself off the table, the released leg kicked loose and thrashed about in the air as though it had a life of its own.
It gave Ruby a clear view of her mom's belly, and her eyes widened as another wave of heat came.
Knees shivering, Ruby's hands instinctively pressed at the area right below her navel, at the spot where Jaune's cock was making a grotesque bulge against her mother's own belly.
The prince was lodged all the way up in her mother's womb. It looked⦠painful.
But⦠but⦠her mom just came her brains out. She⦠she was still gushing. Some of the papers that had somehow managed to avoid being thrown off the desk already looked like they'd been soaked through. Her mom's asscheeks were making splashing noises every time Jaune slammed them back down.
"Oh you squeeze down good when you're cumming, Summer." The prince's breaths were heavy, but he didn't seem winded at all. It reminded Ruby of when her father had let her join on his morning runs. He'd barely have broken a sweat while she was barely catching hers. Catching the thrashing leg, he forced it back down on Summer's shoulders and resumed his punishing pace with a laughing groan.
"And you're⦠hmmm⦠still squeezing. Like⦠Ah⦠you're trying to milk my cock."
Summer keened, bending over Jaune's shoulders and hands now pulling at her hair, like her mom was trying to cling to something, to anything.
"Still⦠cumming!" Her breaths were deep but short, labored like she was having a hard time breathing. Perhaps from that monster of a cock that was being shoved up her insides and coring her out with each of the prince's long and brutal strokes. "It's⦠It's not STOPPIIIIIIIIIIIING! HNGGGGGGGGG!"
The tapering orgasm seemed to renew, her mother's thrashing becoming to intense she was pushing up against Jaune as though trying to throw him off of her.
But his weight was too much, and he kept her pinned as the thrusting continued. Tears pooled in her mother's silver eyes, and she gasped.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!~ I'm⦠Ah!⦠Dying! Breaking! Too⦠Ah! Ah!⦠MUCH!"
Jaune's response was to bend down and take one of Summer's nipples into his mouth, which only made Summer scream louder.
Ruby pinched her own nipples with one hand. She whimpered at the sensation of her nails digging into the scorching flesh. The fire had spread, now completely boiling in her belly and making her feel warm from her toes to the tips of her fingers. The girl had her mouth open in an 'o' and she could hear her own labored breaths mingling with those of her mother's.
It was⦠good. She felt good. There was a furnace in her core that seemed to be calling to her and lightning danced on her skin. Briefly looking down, she realized she'd been sweating so much she could see her supple flesh beneath her shirt and the barest hint of her tightly-clenched thighs beneath her leggings.
Seeing her mother be fucked, be treated so roughly by the prince. It exhilarated her in a way nothing else had.
Was this⦠the prince's doing? She'd never felt like this before, not even when she'd explored her urges as she entered the cusp of puberty years ago. Not when she'd peaked on Yang when her sister had been doing her own experimentation with other girls.
The warmth had spread to her head now, the edges of her vision darkening as a wave of dizziness hit her. Ruby Rose's world narrowed bit by bit until the only things she could see was a pistoning cock and the shattering woman that was her mother, as another orgasm rendered the older Rose suddenly quiet as her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
Ruby tugged at her nipple - the one she'd been pinching. Squeezed it even harder. The acute hurt sent a bolt of lightning up her spine and let out a hoarse scream.
Her eyes remained fixed on them - they were all she saw now. And it centered at the pistoning cock that was ravaging her mother's womb, it's once-rhythmic movement had turned erratic as the sounds of Jaune's enjoyment became louder and louder. Only the squishing sound of his fucking her mother accompanied it now.
The girl's mouth felt dry, parched. Even through the heady atmosphere, every breath of air she tooked seemed to just make her more and more thirsty, empty.
Without thinking - and when the need had become too much - Ruby thrust her fingers into her mouth.
It was relief to her. Spit filled her mouth and ran down her throat and she began to suck. One knuckle in, two knuckles in. Three.
Something tickled at the back of her throat, and she instinctively began to slather her digits with her tongue.
All without taking her eyes off the master's cock as it bottomed out in her mother and his large balls began to twitch.
He was cumming in her mother. Stuffing her. Filling her.
Idly, Ruby wondered if she'd be having another sibling soon. One with dark hair and ultramarine eyes, or maybe blond hair and silver eyes.
Or what if it was all Arc and nothing of the Rose bloodline carried forward?
Was Jaune going to stuff a baby in her belly, too?
Ruby swallowed, spit and some sweat going down her throat. She wondered what the master would taste like.
"Having a good time there, Ruby?"
Silver eyes looked up. The darkness seemed to swirl about his gaze as he looked at her. Even with some sweat rolling down the sides of his face he looked in his element.
Her answer came in a hum as she refused to pull her fingers out of her mouth. She licked, slurped, swallowed, felt the squeeze around her digits as drool slid down her chin and in between her growing bust.
"I've neglected you, haven't I?" He chuckled, but when Ruby looked down she saw him shallowly thrusting into Summer even as her mother's asscheeks continued to twitch and clench.
When he pulled himself out of her mother's fuckhole, Ruby felt her world be set on fire.
Cum flowed out, thick and viscous but in so much a quantity that it fell from her mother's gaping, twitching pussy like a waterfall. It passed between her winking rosebud and joined the puddle of girlcum below her. Part of it shot out like a jet, arching up and then down before falling past the table and unto the floor.
It was all she could see, all she could hear. The milky fluid caught the light, drew her in. She swallowed, and imagined it going down her throat, slow and slimy and thick.
And then there was his cock. Covered in the stuff like a glazed pastry.
"Why don't you clean me up, Ruby?"
How could she resist?
~TtT~
"Is it safe to be starting that here?"
Yang's lavender gaze eyed the roaring flame in the pit. She appreciated the warmth it gave - one she sorely needed after all the cold they're group had been exposed to during their ascent to the mountains, but they were still being pursued.
Despite how she worried, however, she huddled closer to the fire and held her arms out towards it, enjoying how the chill from the outside fell away.
"These outposts were originally built to support our frontiersmen." Kali answered, taking the seat beside Yang and holding out a steaming cup of what smelled like soup. Taking it, the blonde took a sip and let out a pleased sound. It was thicker than soup. It was stew.
Giggling at the way Yang must have started lapping up at the roots and veg in the cup, Kali offered her own spoon so the younger woman didn't have to make a mess of herself.
When they'd arrived at the outpost hours before, Yang had been surprised to find how well-hidden it was in the mountain, only realizing the truth when they'd been met by the local guards and brought in through an entrance she hadn't even realized was there.
It had only been once they'd entered the main hall of the place that she realized the outpost had been built into the mountain, earth and stone hollowed out to allow passages and rooms to be made. And while it wasn't anywhere as grand as it might have sounded to her had she not been looking at it, Yang found it was certainly still much larger than she'd have expected.
Hundreds of people had been there when they'd arrived, almost all of them refugees from Kuo Kuana that had escaped only recently with a few guards set there to protect them before they made their way to another outpost.
Kali told her about its history as they ate, and told her how the outpost had once been a base of operations for the frontiersmen of the Kingdom of Menagerie were exploring the mountains for places to build quarries, mines, or roads. The whole thing had started as a cave that the faunus of old had just expanded and made more comfortable as time went on and the outposts were used more and more.
Today, they littered the peaks and were never more than a few days' trek from each other, creating an invisible road that permitted the faunus of Menagerie passage to a part of the kingdom that would be inaccessible to anyone else.
It gave Yang a sense of hope even as she remembered the desperate gazes of the civilians they'd run into. Most of them had been rushed out of the city, evacuated even as the tops of the Arc fleet crested over the horizon. Without proper time to prepare - for apparently many of them hadn't been planning to evacuate at all - many only had the clothes on their back and had gone hungry all the way until they'd made it to the outpost.
And while the outposts were well-stocked with food and water, blankets and proper clothing were things visitors had been expected to have. The setup in the months preparing for war hadn't accounted for refugees not having their own gear or having left it behind. Many were huddled by fires that were constantly on in the many rooms of the outpost.
But then there were questions. Questions that came as a storm of voices as soon as the people realized it had been their queen and princess were now among them.
Where were their Mothers, their fathers, their brothers and sisters? Where were the sons and daughters of Menagerie that had stayed behind to defend the king and capitol?
Many pleaded with Blake, begged for answers on hands and knees. Neither she nor Kali had been able to say anything, and those that had escaped with them beat a hasty retreat into a room of their own as soon as they could. For they were understandably fearful of what the people might think that they had escaped and the others had not.
The grim looks and slowly-shaken heads had been answer enough for them. Yang couldn't enter the main hall for hours after that, too weighed by the echoing sound of sobbing that came from it.
"I⦠don't think it gets any easier."
Blinking, Yang tore her gaze up from her half-eaten stew to see Kali giving her an understanding look. The dowager queen had a rueful smile that she'd seen on Summer before. It was that look of having to explain a fact of life that wasn't going to get any more pleasant as they got older.
"Living with them. The consequences of living where others didn't."
"It's⦠not survivor's guilt." Yang answered, brows furrowing in thought as she tried to compare it. She wasn't⦠unfamiliar with the feeling. She'd survived missions while some of her teammates hadn't when she'd been a huntress years ago.
"It's different, isn't it?" Kali answered. "Because we didn't survive because we were⦠stronger or anything like that." Amber eyes looked up to the smooth dome that made the room. Yang followed her gaze up to trace the way the smoke from the firepit climbed then funneled into the hole that supposedly lead to the tops of the mountain where it would come up above the clouds - far beyond the sight of anyone in the lands below.
"Those people stayed to protect us because we were more important than they were. We are needed."
The look on the older woman's face was a bitter one, like she'd eaten something unsavory but was forced to swallow it out of necessity.
"Without us the rest of the kingdom falls. Even if the generals could lead there would be no one for the common people to rally around." Once more Kali stared at Yang. "You may not be married to my daughter yet, Yang Xiao Long, but that's what you're feeling. The weight of leadership. Rulership. Knowing that there are people out there that are going to sacrifice themselves for you, and that gnawing need to make sure you don't let it go to waste."
She turned to the form slumped near the far wall, close enough to get the warmth from the fire but not so near that it was sweltering. Blake was on a thick futon with the blanket at her waist. She'd skipped dinner and opted to sleep, too emotionally drained.
Blake had stayed with the people the longest. Sat and listened to their stories, gave what assurances she could and thanked them all for their bravery. It had helped, from what Yang had seen, but it hadn't been easy.
That was when Yang heard it. That familiar sound of space ripping.
Red eyes stared out at her from the forming portal, neither she nor Kali getting up but both completely focused on it.
Her mother stepped through, Raven's lips pressed in a thin line.
"We have a problem, daughter."
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