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Yang wrestles with the changes happening in her life and her relationship with Blake, while Raven continues with her mission to find allies to fight against the Arcs. Next stop: Beacon Castle.
Chapter 17
Blake had called her⦠master.
Her girl had done so several times now. It'd been days since Yang had first heard it, when Blake had first put Yang's hands on the catgirl's neck and asked to be choked.
She'd been put on the spot, surprised. In the years she'd been with Blake, the girl had never really shown her any indication of being into pain or asphyxiation. Sure, Blake had always been a little bit kinky, especially with how much she enjoyed smut from her books, and Yang had always prided herself on being able to adjust on the fly. It had been one of the things that had made her so good at her job, after all, but they'd mostly taken the form of roleplay, and even that had become infrequent since all of this had started.
This⦠this was new.
Oh she couldn't deny how sexy it had been. Her girl had been glowing, skin flush and shining with sweat, her breasts heaved, and her eyes shone with something that Yang couldn't place. She could feel how Blake's blood thundered in her veins as they thrummed beneath Yang's grip, or the way her hips could almost match their rhythm as they tribbed.
And when she came, Brother Gods when she came. Yang didn't think she'd ever seen something so beautiful.
Not that she'd been able to see it for long because the way Blake shook against her usually drove her over the edge not much later.
So all of this left her conflicted. The sex had been good. The sex might have been the best they'd ever had, even, but Yang hadn't fancied herself a dom. Honestly, it had left her feeling just a little bit uncomfortable⦠dirty. A dirty feeling that stuck around after the climax had left her. It weighed heavily in her stomach, and sapped the heat from her.
Yang didn't feel right being called master, not when being master was what their enemies wanted to be. Not when they were out there enslaving innocent faunus, sometimes stripping them of limbs so they couldn't run away, or even just so they'd be easier to carry.
Like those limbs were unnecessary for the lives they were going to live.
But maybe that was the same thing that was bothering Blake? The faunus had seen much worse than Yang had so far, and was definitely closer with the rest of the refugees than just about anyone else among their group might have been. Her dad was about as busy as Yang was, and Kali was one of the few healers at Pakaua Hao - which left the woman training up new apprentices for the battles to come.
Her girl shouldn't have been any stranger to stress, she was a damn princess after all, but this was all on a different level. The people of menagerie were dying every day, being subjugated, enslaved. For all intents and purposes, the kingdom as a whole was in danger. Because even if the Menagerie survived this - as a nation, as a people - Yang very much doubted things would ever be the same.
Was Blake internalizing that too much? Was that why it was creeping its way into their sex lives, too?
Yang wondered if there was anything she could do for her girl as she lay in the cooling sheets.
There was what her parents were planning, yeah. Yang still doubted they had the time needed for Raven to rally the rest of the world against Monte Cristo, though. Arc was taking his time chewing through Menagerie, but the kingdom would have run out of people to take and he'd eventually just have the mountains left, right? There was also the fact that Yang had personally seen the armada as it had sailed the remaining distance to this kingdom, and Jaune hadn't brought enough people to occupy the whole country.
But would it matter if every civilian taken captive was removed from the continent? Shipped off to Monte Cristo where they'd be scattered to the four winds with Jaune's special slave brand that seemed to practically have absolute control. Would it matter if Jaune couldn't occupy the continent when there were precious few people that needed to be suppressed?
Time wasn't on their side. Jaune might have been unwilling to risk his army, or unwilling to just bring the rocks down on their heads and risk killing Kali, Blake, or even Yang, but he wasn't going to be willing to wait forever. He was already nipping at their feet, sending his raiders to the edges of their remaining territories.
Sighing, Yang really, really hoped that her mom came though. Maybe they'd even get a shot at rescuing Summer and Ruby.
Unwinding, Yang took a deep breath as she whispered a small prayer for her sister.
Blake had already gone out, telling her she had an early morning to meet with the few officials that had fled the capitol with them as they planned out⦠something. Yang hadn't caught everything Blake had said as she'd been getting ready. Instead her attention had been on the bruises she'd seen on the faunus girl's pale skin as she dressed.
The blonde didn't remember hitting her the night before. She'd heard Blake doing so, though. Meaty slaps filling the air of the room as they'd rubbed against each other while the force of each blow shook the two of them something fierce - and somewhere deep.
Thump, thump, thumpβ¦
"Hmmmβ¦"
Lavender eyes closed, and she licked her lips as she felt the all-too-familiar warmth begin to bloom just below her navel. Her fingers twitched, half-tempted to creep their way down as she replayed last night's performance in her mind.
And then she heard the scream, muffled by the concrete but only all too familiar.
It was Blake's mother.
But that wasn't a scream of pain.
~TtT~
The storm had lasted days. It had been a surprise to Raven, but it probably shouldn't have been. It certainly hadn't surprised Willow.
All the same, the lost time had galled Raven, though there was little she could do about it. While she'd planned to open a portal to her useless lout of a brother, he'd been on the wrong side of the world.
She wasn't sure what he was up to - she hadn't spoken to the man in years - but she was sure it was on the old man's order.
Unfortunately for her, taking that portal would have added more than a week to her trip even considering the time she lost waiting out the storm. As much as it bothered her to be stuck, it was worth waiting.
Thankfully Willow had been good company, as was the Schnee woman's family. Jaques had given her a raised eyebrow, sure, but he seemed content enough to not give her trouble which Raven was thankful for.
Willow's children, however⦠Weiss and Whitley had been a joy. Weiss was a little uptight, but took her combat training quite seriously. She also talked quite a bit about her older sister. Whitley was much the same, though he spent more time with his father observing how he ran the kingdom.
It surprised Raven how much she enjoyed spending afternoons with them as they all sheltered from the storm together. She'd sat in as Jaques lectured Whitley, and she'd even given Weiss a few tips after the girl had requested a spar from her.
She'd been left feeling nostalgic for the early years she had with Yang and Ruby, before she'd retired from service, before all of⦠this. Before Arc.
All the more reason for her to succeed. Arc had to be stopped. He wasn't going to stop with just Menagerie. He might be content for a few years, especially while Monte Cristo digests the addition to their empire, but that would only be until he could build enough of a position to guarantee that there would be no threat of losing Menagerie to uprising.
To make matters worse, they'd already been in the process of integrating Menagerie into the empire in some of the worst possible ways.
So it was with little fanfare that she departed from Winterkroneburg to begin the long and exhausting trip south.
Raven didn't like flying over the ocean much. It was exhausting and the weather could be an absolute pain. It beat taking a ship as far as speed was concerned. She'd have preferred that, but they just didn't have the time. Besides, she was getting used to it on account of the fact she'd already had to fly all the way to Mantle from Vacuo in the first place, which was already one hell of a trip.
Thank the Brothers for her Semblance. She'd been able to take a shortcut straight to Vacuo from one of her former students. It had shaved days off of her travel, and could have gotten them valuable time.
It had taken her most of a week to get to Vale, and Raven had to admit there was no small upwelling of relief when she saw the familiar spires of Beacon Castle. An island of grey stone standing above the sea of green that was the Emerald Forest. The great tower practically glowed in the midday sun.
Everything looked as it did when she'd last been here - when she'd still lived here. It was still as empty as it had been when she was a young girl. Despite its size, Beacon Castle barely had anyone living in it.
She'd been told by the Old Man that it had once been an academy for huntsmen and huntresses, that it had been among several of the great academies in centuries gone by.
But the rise of the New Kingdoms had changed that. The kingdoms had taken to training their own huntsmen, ones more loyal to their crowns and councils than just the common people.
This place was supposedly the last bastion of the old ways, when the huntsmen weren't really beholden to the leaders of the kingdoms.
Personally, Raven had never really seen much of a difference from the training she'd gotten here and the training she'd seen the others get elsewhere. Perhaps there were differences in the quality of the training - the Old Man was one hell of a slavedriver when he'd trained them, after all - but the core lessons had been the same.
"Hello, Miss Branwen." Emerald eyes met Raven's own scarlet as the robed woman at the castle's gate sent the bird a nod. "Master Ozma has been expecting you."
"Good to see you, too, Glynda." Raven answered sardonically, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Still surprises me that you decided to come back here."
"Someone had to." The blonde answered with a smirk before she turned around and gestured for Raven to follow.
It felt odd crossing the threshold of the gates. As a child, Raven had wondered why the people who built Beacon had bothered to have a gate when the castle never really had any walls. The castle proper wasn't as fortified as she'd seen other places be, either. It was more a glorified palace that had been turned into a school. But the place was also older than sin, so maybe it didn't matter.
By all intents, this place should have been her childhood home. She'd certainly spent more years here than the tent her parents had when they'd been nomads. She and her brother had been taken off the wilds when their tribe had been wiped out by the Grimm, and had been sent here when spots had been offered at their orphanage. Many accepted. Many were also returned to the orphanages once the Old Man found them wanting.
Others came when they were older. Some found themselves without family later in life, after all. And the Old Man was more than happy to take anyone that could reach his high standards.
And Raven and her younger brother had numbered among those few, even granted gifts as part of graduating before they'd been sent off into the world to protect its people from the Grimm. Raven had done so for the first few years before she'd opted to settle in Monte Cristo, where she'd continued to protect its people by helping train the next generation of huntsmen - a surprisingly common fate for those that trained at Beacon Castle.
It helped that she'd found a reason to stay in Taiyang and - later - Summer.
"Well, there should be no shortage of people to help wrangle the kids if both you and my brother decided to stay." Raven said as the two made their way down the cobblestone path, the spires of the castle grew close enough that Raven could make out the individual windows. "What's he doing so far from home, anyway? I'd been hoping to just take a portal here, but he's all the way at Vacuo."
"Investigating something for master Ozma," Glynda answered, "I'm imagining it might have something to do with why you're suddenly here, considering the timing." Pink lips thinned as the other woman's eyes studied her, "You're not looking the best, Raven. Should I get you a room so you have time to rest first or is it urgent?"
"Urgent," The dark-haired woman answered, frowning as her thoughts went back to her separated family and the state of everything in Menagerie, "Lives are on the line, Glynda."
The rest of the walk was pleasant. Glynda talked to her of the current batch of students. Quite a few of them were nearing graduation and were of the same age as Raven's own daughter. They'd even run into a few of them as they reached the castle's courtyard, young men and women milling about between classes.
Even now, over two decades later, the place still had too few people for the amount of space it had. But Beacon never took that many students. There just weren't enough teachers and the Old Man usually paid for everything out of his own pocket. Beacon Castle produced the best of the best, but most of the kingdoms much preferred fielding huntsmen that they'd trained themselves - loyal to crown and council.
It left most of the rooms empty, with more than enough training areas to go around.
She'd been introduced to a few of them. Coco Adel, Velvet Scarlatina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, and Fox Alistair had perhaps been the most memorable to her. All four were slated for graduating soon, and Glynda had even deigned to give them slight praise in front of them. It had been a sight to see the looks on their faces. Raven hoped she'd get the chance to see them in action after everything happening in Menagerie was seen to, though she doubted she'd be that lucky.
Not much later, they found themselves ascending the lift to Ozma's tower. One of the few places in the castle that were blatantly magical. Between the lift and the sheer height of the thing, it dwarfed just about every structure Raven had ever seen on Remnant, and she'd travelled a good deal of it. Perhaps all of Beacon was magical, really. Very few things had been around as long as this place had been, after all.
Hopefully, Old Man Ozma would have some answers for what was happening with the Arcs.
Because even if it was happening without the man's knowledge, perhaps knowing that a monster like Jaune Arc wielding the magical might he was putting out might rouse this sleeping dragon.
~TtT~
Sienna wrestled with the base disgust as she watched her sort-of mentor finish the meal she'd been preparing.
In the days that followed Rumi's⦠impregnation by the master, the two had settled into a regular routine. The tiger faunus had continued to report to the kitchen every morning, and while breakfast was being served to the master, Rumi would be stuffed full of enough cum that the rabbit would come back to the kitchen with an inflated belly, if either of them came back at all.
Every day, they were both fucked. The master's cock plunging in and out of Rumi's insides so brutally Sienna had been certain the older woman would prolapse. The image of her mentor's bright pink insides clutching unto the master's length each time he dragged it out right before driving it so far into the woman's womb Sienna still expected it to burst out through the woman's torso.
Again and again and again until Sienna had the sight of it burned into her eyelids.
She dreamed of it. She dreamed of Rumi's tits spraying milk while the master fucked her, while she grew fat with his child, and fed on his cum. Sienna would be made to wait, made to watch as her fellow faunus was used. She'd jill herself to keep ready for the master, rub herself against the table, the armrests of the chairs, and sometimes the bedposts.
In some of those times, she'd cum, cum like she had that first time. Cum and cum and cum to the sight of a faunus woman being put in her place: as a hole for her master's cock.
And whenever Rumi would fall unconscious - in the dream or no - whenever that pussy would not squeeze as hard, or when the rabbit no longer squealed like a stuck pig - he'd turn his ultramarine eyes to Sienna.
Her legs still shook, and she could feel how the thick sludge of the master's cum plopping out from between her asscheeks, seeping out her pussy and down her legs, and even pooling in between her toes. Stomach and womb filled with cum as the master fed them both after he'd eaten that morning.
The tiger faunus wondered if she was pregnant now, too. If she'd be allowed to move under her own power or if she'd be hung from the rafters as a milk-maker and onahole. While Jaune had told her he'd likely let her stay whole, she didn't think it would matter in the face of his potential enjoyment.
When the master was extra cruel, both women would be left too tired, too wrung-out to even get back up. He'd leave them on his bed or on the floor to recover while other slaves took on their duties. There wasn't exactly a shortage of them now.
And if they were still in his room by the time he returnedβ¦
Sienna shuddered. She'd thought her heart would explode that night. Master Jaune had found them as he came back from his work at the war room for the day and kept both her and Rumi with him for that night.
Every time she shattered, it felt like she'd die, and the master made her cum for minutes at a time.
But today they'd been permitted to leave under their own power, though Sienna could still feel her body shaking and her legs trembling as the phantom sensation of his cock still split her open. Rumi looked much the same, knees almost knocking together as she tried to stay standing as they assembled the tray of lunch that would be delivered to the guest rooms.
The rabbit still got the worst of it between the two of them. The master was determined to make sure his seed took, so Rumi always got the brunt of his attention. Sienna could see the bruises around Rumi's hips, her wrists, her neck. She was still surprised the rabbit faunus could stand straight after spending most of the morning folded in half underneath Jaune's pistoning hips.
Well, she wasn't exactly standing straight, but she managed to stay standing well enough to be able to carry the food without risking it all being spilled across the carpeted hallway floor.
New people had been moved into the never-before-used guestrooms of the king's apartments. King Ghira didn't allow guests to stay so close to his family, but the rooms were there since the times of the older dynasties.
He'd had them cleaned, furnished, and now occupied with guests of his.
As for why they were here, Sienna could roughly guess as she and Rumi entered after being called in to find the older of the two riding the master's cock on the couch while the younger watched from her place on the floor.
Briefly, silver eyes met Sienna's own amber, and the faunus shuddered when she saw silver eyes and the same slave brand over the womb of Summer Rose.
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