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Kali and Blake face the aftermath of that night of tortured dreams, while both handle the weeks that follow very differently.
All while the war continues to progress in the background.
Chapter 12
Kali Belladonna lay in her bed, breaths came from her mouth in hot and heavy pants.
She lay there and just felt.
Almost everything hurt. Stinging from her breasts where her nails had dug in, the soreness of the nipples she'd yanked at, pinched, and pulled into her mouth to bite or suckle. Both her ass and the palms of her hands stung from the spanking she'd been giving herself earlier.
Deep, deep inside her, somewhere that wouldn't be seen, was a soreness that she knew was going to last the rest of the day. Her back, her hips, the insides of her thighs, even her still-cramping womb and belly. All had still protested how she'd treated herself last night and just now after she woke up.
Even now, her hips still twitched in pleasurable pain.
But as the high of her recent orgasm came down, as she lay there in ruined sheets and an afterglow she just knew her daughter would notice, an upwelling of shame hit her. One that she was growing more and more familiar with.
She'd dreamt of him again, thought of him as she fingered and hurt herself to orgasm time after time. Kali had fallen asleep with Jaune's face in her mind's eye, and woken up thinking of him.
Kali was sure one of the times she'd cum had been purely from pain, too. A juice-coated hand brushed her bruised stomach.
The pain tingled, burned. Alongside the cramps of a still-winding orgasm, Kali felt her core start to warm at the sensation. Juices began to wet her nether lips again.
Master would like it if she came again. If she spent more time in bed being his perfect little painslut.
Idly a hand drifted down, teasing at hood around her engorged clit. Touching it directly hurt a little, but teasing the area around it made her feel more tense, more aroused. She imagined it as master's touch, soft and warning. A promise of pleasure and pain to come. He would caress her gently, and let her start to relax into the sensation.
Before attacking her when she was weakest. He'd pinch her clit and bite her neck, his other hand squeezing and yanking at her already-sore nipples.
Her thighs came up and clenched together, trapping her hand between her legs. Turning to her side, Kali bit down on her sheets and gave in to the urge.s
The ghost of imagined hands caressed her. His hands, master's hands. He touched her hips, her waist, dragged up her spine. Kali shuddered at the imagined sensation, one hand moving to her nipple and pinching.
Stinging pain spread from the stiff and abused nub, still tender from the things she'd done to it last night. Her belly clenched in her core's enjoyment of the pain, however, and Kali pulled at it. She let out a groan as the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure tingled at the back of her mind.
Warmth suffused her as she relished the sensations, her blood thundered so loud under her skin she heard it in her ears.
Master liked it when she presented herself to him, head on the ground like the slave-animale she was.
Kali complied, going face-down on her bed while her teeth clenched down on sweat-soaked sheets. The smell of herself penetrated her nose and went straight to her brain. It clouded her thoughts and left her lightheaded.
She arched her back, shaking legs raising her naked ass high up while her torso and head remained flat against the sheets. Letting go of the hand james up in her honeypot, Kali spread her legs as wide as she could without letting her ass go any lower than the peak.
It required her to straighten her legs as she did so, her toes digging into soaked sheets.
Cool air brushed against her drooling pussy. Juices coating her fingers before falling into the growing puddle below her.
She was presented, split as wide open as she could manage with a cocksleeve hole that wept for human cock. Human cum.
Pressing her face so hard against the sheets it became harder to breathe, she moved her hands to her asscheeks. Nails dug into soft and pliant flesh as she gripped them tightly, then spread them.
A muffled moan broke from her mouth at the feel of the cool morning air touched her winking asshole and clenching pussy.
Fuck me, master Jaune. I'm here. I'm yours. Use me, fill me, break me, breed me.
He was fucking her, too-large cock suddenly shoved into her pussy and crashing down on her with abandon. Kali felt her body shake as her hungry core rejoiced at the sensation in her mind.
She came, fleshy tunnel clenched about nothing but what she imagined and the humiliation of the pose she was in. Girlcum spraying downwards and coating her inner thighs as her hips thrashed about in the air above her.
It would be another half-hour before she'd be able to get out of bed.
~TtT~
The royal apartments in Pakaua Hao had both its own kitchen and dining room. Though things were busy enough that they didn't really have a dedicated staff these days, the fortress still managed to spare the manpower to have food delivered to their rooms for breakfast instead of having them come to the main mess hall to eat.
Unfortunately for Kali, it also meant that her daughter would be able to catch her coming to get food when she finally managed to get out of her room.
Blake knew. It wasn't hard to tell, Kali was sure. The mother could still feel the stickiness of her sweat, and the waning heat of her sore pussy. Her hair hung heavy and clung to her skin. And if nothing else, her legs took unsteady steps, still shaking from her orgasms.
The shame returned as she felt Blake glare at her, hot bile in her belly that made her want to beat a hasty retreat back into her bedroom. But as much as she knew master Jaune would like it if she just stayed on her back and came and came and came, Kali had duties.
She was a queen-regent, after all.
But she couldn't bring herself to meet Blake's gaze, instead pouring herself a glass of water as she sat down.
"You did it again, didn't you?"
Chill water went down her throat, a stark contrast to the heat that thrummed through her body this morning and most of the evening before. Briefly, Kali imagined the water being something else - something thicker, more viscous. Hotter.
Gulp it down. Swallow all of it. Don't waste a drop.
With a sigh, Kali put the glass down. The ghost of a flame still burned at the base of her belly, but her parched throat was feeling much better now.
"Where's Yang?" She replied, still unable to look her daughter in the eye.
She and Blake had spoken after the dreams started a few weeks ago. It had been an⦠awkward conversation, to say the least. While Blake had been aware of how affectionate she and Ghira had been with each other, it was another matter entirely to catch her mother fingering herself to completion in her own bed in the middle of the night.
"War Room." Blake answered, "Where I'll be heading to after this. Taiyang's there, too."
The Xiao Longs had been a godsend. With Yang being exposed to their tactics, and Taiyang being an officer outright, they were both able to provide their general staff with just about all of the inner workings of the Arc military machine.
And while it wasn't going to win the war outright, it was a big help in getting them advantages that could ensure their survival. Knowing what things to hit, how they're likely to respond to attacks, and how they decided where to setup camps were all things that could get them the advantage.
It prolonged the war, made it costlier for the Arcs. And could get them the time they needed for Raven to call on the other kingdoms.
The master wouldn't be pleased to have wasted so much time.
"You have to stop it, mom." Blake pleaded, both hands against the table as she leaned closer. Her sleeping robe was a little loose, and Kali could see that Blake, too, had a thin sheen of sweat in between her tits. Her girls rose and fell as she breathed deeply. "It's what he wants you to do. He wants you to worship him in your sleep."
"I know that." She whispered, eyes ensnared by the curves that hid themselves behind folds of cloth, little points that teased at pointed nipples visible. "But I can't function if I don't do anything about it."
The back and forth had become familiar over the last few days. Blake suspected that what was happening to them had been Arc's doing. An understandable theory considering he stood the most to gain by breaking their morale, though Blake had no way of proving that, and they kept mum about it on account of Blake worrying it would break the army's morale.
It was already low as it was with several of the other outposts being found, raided, and purged. And with the Arc army creeping further and further inland every week, tension was sure to climb especially with the civilians.
But there was something else, something more pressing that Kali had noticed about her little girl.
"And don't think I haven't noticed you, Blake." Her answer was a hissed whisper. "I see you shiver. I see how you space out more and more often and how hard your breathing gets at times."
She was even doing it now. Briefly, oh so briefly, her daughter's eyes glazed over and she let loose a long exhale as the arousal was clear to her on her face. Kali drew closer, leaning over the table in much the same way her daughter did and that was when she felt it.
Heat. It practically radiated off of her. There was so much of it Kali could feel the very air turn muggy just being in close proximity to her.
"You're good at hiding it, daughter. But I'm your mother and I know. You need a release. Or it'll just keep getting worse until you can't function."
She'd been there, too. It made her feel dirty to even think about having sex with anyone else, much less the things she'd been subjected to by Jaune Arc in the dreams since. They were nothing like the way she'd been treated by Ghira.
Master seemed to relish in making pain twist into pleasure and pleasure into pain. She could see it in the way his eyes looked down on her, an ultramarine light glinting in the darkness as she hurt her body for his pleasure.
Kali had lasted days. Each day worse than the last as she both saw and imagined little things that made her thoughts stray towards what would please the master.
How the edge of a table would feel rubbing against her nethers, maybe while she had herself be flogged by one of the many spears in the armory. Kali's mind filled with whips and chains, and pain. All with the possibility of her being seen by the survivors of the faunus, shamed as she was used for the master's enjoyment.
It was when she noticed her hand shaking as she held a scalpel, frozen over a soldier's skin as the girl below her bled from the arrowheads lodged in her belly that Kali was supposed to cut out.
Too tense, too aroused, too tightly-strung. She'd turned into a kettle waiting to blow and more and more pressure was building up inside her. Even the nurses had caught it, asking if she needed a glass of cold water and some rest.
Kali was thankful that another of the healers had taken over for her, and the poor rabbit girl had survived the night.
She knew afterwards that just holding it in wasn't going to work. Kali was needed. She was both queen regent and one of the best healers they still had available. Her mind had to be clear and her hand needed to be steady - or as steady as it was going to be with sex now constantly on her mind.
That was the first night since it started where she'd allowed the dreams to run their course, and fingering herself into a pained orgasm immediately after. She'd been so pent up that she pleasured herself through her own shaking and shattering body into cumming another time. And again, and again, and again.
Kali didn't know how many times she'd finished herself that night, but she'd been unable to get out of bed the next day from the exhaustion it had caused her. Despite it, she kept masturbating, her sore pussy stung from overwork and she had bruises all over her body from where she struck herself.
All the same, she came, gushed around her numb and trembling fingers as she left her sheets completely ruined. The shame that followed as her mind cleared after each orgasm only made her more aroused.
The master was very pleased with her for the show, Kali was certain.
But in the days that followed, she'd been more lucid than she'd been since the very first night of the dreams. Still horny, thrumming with an undercurrent of desire to be filled with master's cock and beaten, but functional. Kali Belladonna had saved no less than thirty lives that week.
So now Kali came to the thoughts of master Jaune Arc. Because it was the only way she'd be able to protect her people from him.
Her daughter had clearly not done that. Somehow having the wherewithal to hold on significantly longer than Kali had. But it was starting to show, and starting to affect Blake in the field. She'd even been carried part of the way back to the fortress at one point due to the heat after one of her incursions outside to attack the Arcs.
"Have you at least been having sex with Yang?" She continued, bringing up her daughter's human lover, "It should help."
And that was what brought Blake back, her eyes refocusing on Kali and a frown pulling at her lips.
But her daughter didn't answer immediately. Instead glaring at Kali while her frown turned into a snarl with grit teeth.
Kali didn't miss the sudden and almost tantalizing shudder that ran through Blake, however. One she was sure the master would have enjoyed seeing.
"It's not." Her voice shook as she answered, shame crumpling her face in what must have been a hard admission. Despite it, Blake's back straightened as she stood back to her full height. "But I won't give him the satisfaction. I'm stronger than whatever he's doing is."
Stepping back from the table, she continued, "Jaune's done something to us mom, and I'm certain we can find something to stop it. A ward, a countercharm, anything." Her daughter growled, then her shoulder slumped. Sighing, she continued, "I just wish we could check the old castle records. I know magic hadn't been something we studied too closely, but there was stuff in there I remember seeing before. Maybe something would have had an answer."
Blake's eyes darkened, and Kali could imagine a great weight laying on her slumped shoulders.
Getting back into Kuo Kuana would be tantamount to suicide unless a truly golden opportunity presented itself. Arc had converted it into a stronghold, a good number of his forces not spread across the kingdom standing atop its walls. To make matters worse, he'd co-opted the port to receive supplies from Monte Cristo and while that might have been considered a potential weakness, he'd kept a good number of his warships there as guard.
It would take one hell of an opportunity for them to get in, and that was on the assumption that the library hadn't been destroyed or taken by Arc back home.
All the same, Kali realized, it would make for the perfect ambush. Blake, with a small team of girls on a silver platter for the master. He would be most pleased.
Perhaps if Raven could get them in. But she had no bond with anyone in Arc's retinue right now. Yang had been the only one and Yang was with them now.
But perhaps that was better. The kingdom wouldn't survive losing Blake to the Arcs. Whatever was left would fracture if it didn't just surrender, leaving all of their people to become slaves. Kali didn't think she'd survive it, either.
Reaching out, Kali took Blake's cheeks in her hands and pulled her back, until their foreheads were touching.
"Be strong, daughter. Do whatever you think you need to, but remember that you are one of the most important pieces on this board. Survive."
When Blake left to attend her own war council and Kali started getting dressed to attend to her duties for the day, she wondered if all of this was in the master's plan, too.
~TtT~
Her belly fluttered, clenched. Hot wetness pooled at the base of her belly and when she tried to rub her thighs together, she was greeted with slickness and a feeling of small relief that almost made her feel ashamed.
Blake sat at the war council and tried to pay attention. It was⦠difficult to do so. With her mind wandering to how her mother looked that morning. Her robe loose and practically hanging off her heaving bust, her skin flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She seemed to glow. In that funny way someone exhausted did with self-satisfaction at a job well done.
She'd look so damn satisfied. Even the little barb she'd sent her mother's way had barely slowed her down.
That was what grated at her, Blake supposed. Her mother was very happy to just let the dreams take their hold, to do what they wanted her to do and become Jaune's little slut.
Blake had fought it. Blake had resisted.
Blake stifled a whimper when she felt her pussy clench as the sudden image of a too-big human cock promised to enter it.
Master rewarded loyalty.
Lies! She'd gotten reports of those that had managed to escape from Kuo Kuana - for not everyone had been lost to that massacre. Eve Taurus had been spotted among Jaune's retinue. One of her oldest friends - Blake's first love - amputated and carried around in a cushioned cart to serve as Jaune Arc's living cocksleave. Carted about by Ilia of all people.
There was no reward waiting for her at the end of this road, Blake knew. Only humiliation, torture, and maybe death if she was lucky. It was no way to live, limbless and helpless like Eve was.
But she did look absolutely tantalizing that way. A lovely little sex toy with perfect tits and an easy, dripping pussy that was always ready to serve. It's what you dreamed of becoming. Exactly what you dreamed of becoming.
Wetness spread between her legs, Blake failing to suppress a cringe at the uncomfortable feeling. She prayed to the God of Animals that she wouldn't leave a puddle in her seat and that no one in the room would notice. Casting a brief glance around the room told her she was fine, with everyone's attention firmly on General Albain's presentation.
Even Yang was, eyes sharp and alert as she took in the information that was only barely registered to Blake.
It was good news, certainly. One of the Arc incursions into mountainous territory had been ambushed. And while a good number of them had managed to escape, they'd left their supplies behind in doing so. It would ease supplies for the nearby outposts for months to come even though many would have to be temporarily sealed to make them less likely to be discovered.
Yang had been her rock since they'd come here, more so than even her mother was, which amazed Blake since Yang had been living with the knowledge that her mother and sister were in Arc's clutches hanging over her head since Raven's first visit alongside Taiyang.
She'd thrown herself into training their people. She and her father both. It was their knowledge of Arc military doctrine that helped them get an edge in guerilla warfare, and their impeccable skill that helped turn the volunteers into true fighters, even with the limited access to weaponry.
Bare fists could kill just as well if applied correctly, after all.
Blake had seen Yang fight before, but seeing her in this light had been⦠different. Sure there had been a fire before - it was how they'd gotten together, after all - but this felt more like a roaring flame.
Their first night being together since arriving at Pakaua Hao had been as fiery as Yang's semblance was, and it had been a balm to Blake after the tragedies that had befallen her family and people.
Then the dreams came.
Yang hadn't noticed anything the day after. How she hadn't, Blake didn't know, but she'd been unwilling to bring it up and risk having to tell her why she'd needed to finger herself to orgasm with Yang right beside her. In fact, Blake had been unable to meet her lover's eyes at all for that first day. Thankfully things had been so busy that Yang didn't mind that either.
Her dreams that night had been of shadows, pain, and a cock splitting her open again and again and again. She woke to hear her mother's muffled scream through the walls, and an overwhelming urge to mumble Jaune's name as she finger-banged herself into her own orgasm.
Instead she'd awakened Yang, and pressed a hot kiss to her lips before she could say a word.
When they were done and Yang had returned to sleep, Blake lay in her girl's arms exhausted, wide awake, and no more satisfied than when she'd initiated everything. But with her body too exhausted to continue.
Blake dreamed of sweet torment that night. Jaune had fucked her to exhaustion and just kept on thrusting as pleasure turned to oversensitive pain, and then back to pleasure again. She'd cum and cum and cum as he choked her and man-handled her limbless form as though she'd weighed nothing.
Dawn came and she was greeted to an empty bed, and her fingers fucking both her pussy and ass. Blake had wept as she came.
She'd not cum since. Weeks she'd held out.
But that's just going to make your next orgasm that much better, little kitten.
A shiver ran up her spine as the thought came. It was Jaune's voice exactly as she remembered it when they'd last spoken. The fire in her belly roared, she gasped.
"Blake?"
Yang had asked, almost concerned. Blake didn't think she'd be able to bear meeting her eyes right now, though. Not when she was like this.
"I-I⦠Hmmmmm⦠I think I need some air."
A few quick and apologetic nods and she was out into the torch lit hallway. The artificial breeze helped cool her too-hot face as she beat a hasty retreat to her room.
She wouldn't give in.
She would not.
But how much longer would she last?
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