The Conquest of Menagerie Chapter 21, a rwby fanfic

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Blake gets updates from her council on the state of the war, while she wrestles with the lengths she's had to go to so she can function despite the intensifying of the dreams.

Meanwhile, Jaune takes the day off to spend some quality time with his favorite sister.

Chapter 21

Blake's war council had been going on for hours now. It had already eaten up the remainder of the morning and most of the afternoon, and while she was certain they were wrapping up for the day now, it had left her mind a-whirr.

Yesterday everyone had been thinking that it was only a matter of time before Jaune would be sending his forces charging into the mountains, throwing lives away in favor of ending the war early. But the scouts had returned late the night before, and had come with some very interesting information:

Arc seemed happy to rest on his laurels. Most of the coastal cities have been garrisoned with Arc men, though information was spotty on how many there were and how well-supplied they were. Ships departing from Kuo Kuana have gone down in frequency, and spies are beginning to suspect that fewer slaves are being shipped out in favor of having them remain on the continent to take up menial labour so the army can focus on the war.

Jaune had even halted attempts to find more of their outposts. The raids that had put the terror of war into Blake had tapered out, being fought out in the narrow passes as they'd tried to explore deeper into the mountains. Now only scouts could be spotted creeping around the outside of it.

Yang's dad had info to impart, informing the war council how the training was going. Some of their elites - the few ones they could spare - were going to be sent to the remaining outposts to train the soldiers there. They needed people that were ready to fight Arc's men, trained to be able to exploit their weaknesses.

It was a gamble that they were only really comfortable taking now that Jaune seemed content to take his time. He was settling in, unwilling to take risks in a short but violent war by attacking into the deserts and mountain ranges, and instead happy to wait them out in a siege of the whole region.

Taiyang suspected it was because he didn't know they had ways of keeping themselves supplied. Something Blake had to agree on. A protracted war was going to get expensive for Jaune, if the stream of slaves started to slow down, it might start to apply pressure on him.

All this information that Blake was taking in, accounting for, trying to form a plan around. Raven was still on her journey, doing her best to gather allies to call to war against Monte Cristo and threaten the Arc homeland. Because that might be the best way for them to really win against Jaune.

Jaune had them outmatched, but even he would need to come to his homeland's defense if the other kingdoms threaten it. And while he might be able to cross distances much like Raven could, he couldn't be in two places at once. That was where they'd find their opportunity. Jaune's forces were spread thin, and without him and his magic it would be much easier for them to concentrate their forces and retake some of the other cities - not Kuo Kuana, but the places where the smiths worked from, the granaries where food was stored before it was distributed all over the kingdom.

They'd turn this glorified siege into a real war.

If only she could stay awake. Despite how productive this meeting had been, Blake had spent the whole time fighting to stay awake.

Her body ached. Partway from training, and mostly from sex. She'd been pushing Yang hard the last few weeks. The two of them going late into the night and usually continuing the morning after before they went for their respective duties.

And it was beginning to take its toll on both of them. Blake could feel her body protesting now. Even with aura to repair anything she'd hurt, exhaustion was still an enemy.

Not that she'd been spared any soreness. Blake could still feel the clenching aches in her abdomen, the insides of her thighs. Pain echoed up and down her torso whenever she breathed.

But her mind was clear - or as close to it as it had been since the dreams had started, and the constant and violent fucking kept the dreams from creeping into her waking world. She could still feel the fire in her core. It had died down to a simmer, but even the memory of that hunger was still there. A promise to return even worse than before. A promise Blake had been feeling as she pushed Yang to more and more extremes each night.

It wasn't going to be a permanent solution, but it would have to do for now.

Especially with how it was affecting Yang. She had been too exhausted to make it to the meeting, opting to get some rest in their room so she could focus on training the soldiers in the afternoon.

Blake almost considered it worth it, though. Her body warmed as she remembered the way she and Yang had driven their hips against each other, her lover's weight pressing her down into the bed while her fingers wrapped around Blake's throat. Squeezing…

Master Jaune…

Fire spread out from her core with a roaring vengeance, electricity running up her spine and sending her into shivers. Blake had to bite down on her lower lips to stop the moan from bursting from her mouth.

Already?

Thankfully, the meeting had been adjourned. Blake having handed the responsibility of directing it to one of her few remaining generals. A case of foresight on her part, which paid off now that she didn't need to deal with anyone after the meeting. Finally, she could head back to her room with Yang and pass out for the rest of the day.

Blake's loins stirred once more at the prospect of coming back to a sleeping Yang and the fun that could be had. The heat almost drew her mind back to full alertness, but the lure of simply letting the day go by was a little more alluring to her now. She could afford to, couldn't she?

"Blake,"

Damnit.

It was Taiyang, too. She didn't think she could turn this down. Yang's father was a no-nonsense man - or at least he'd been since he'd joined them. Perhaps it was the loss of Summer and Ruby to the Arcs, and Blake couldn't fault the man if it had been the reason for possibly causing a change in his demeanour.

And she'd been right. He'd approached her with some concerns. Very valid concerns.

Because Taiyang had a good idea on what was happening now that the harvesting of slaves had slowed down. Something that no one else had brought up during the meeting even though Blake had considered the possibility of it, too, in the back of her mind.

Jaune was getting the economy of Menagerie started again. Perhaps to a greatly reduced degree, but it was happening. Food production, construction, maintenance. He wouldn't have all of it up again, but the most crucial things would be restarted soon. All the things needed to make a kingdom run independently.

He was settling in for the long-haul, now. He wasn't just here to raid the kingdom and then sail home with his spoils. He was taking the whole lot. Occupation, vassalage.

There was no waiting him out until it got too costly for him to stay away from Monte Cristo. He was going to start making it difficult for them.

Which created a very funny dynamic.

"He doesn't suspect that we can produce our own food, does he?"

"I can't say. He might feel like he needs to pressure us more if he knows that we can afford to hide out forever," Taiyang stroked his chin, fingers brushing through his growing blond stubble, "At the same time, we probably shouldn't let him get too comfortable, either. Otherwise we're just going to get strangled."

True. There'd be precious little they could do once Arc completely builds his empire around them. Once he's walled-off the mountains - with magic or otherwise - and can ensure that they can't get out. They could escape. Raven's semblance would allow them the ability to escape from any entrapment. But it would take time, and Blake doubted they'd be able to evacuate everyone should Arc truly pressure them from all sides.

And they'd be exiles. Refugees. Their home would be lost to them perhaps forever.

"But it gives us time." Time to prepare, time for Raven to gather their allies. To create their opportunity.

"It gives us time."

"Daughter," It was her mother. Her skin was flushed, the white underclothes Blake could see beneath her mother's dark robes were translucent and clung to Kali like a second skin as the older faunus walked into the now-empty council chamber, "I must speak with you. It's about Yang."

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The King's Room.

Coral couldn't suppress the urge to grin as she took in the sight of the place. Jaune had been insistent that she share his room, preemptively making the order to move her things from the room she'd been supposed to stay in - one close to Summer and Ruby for obvious reasons - to Jaune's own quarters. A place that was no doubt cramped as it was with how many girls Jaune tended to keep in his rooms.

But part of Coral couldn't really hold it against him. Needy as he was being for her company, a big part of her was just tickled pink at how much Jaune refused to be parted from her now that she was on the same continent as him. His last visit to her had been too short. Just enough time for him to drop off the Rose girls at the little corner of the palace Coral called home with instructions before he was back to the warfront to make sure his little 'project' kept to the plan.

She hadn't even had enough time to tempt him into her bed before she left.

And Jaune seemed more than happy to make up the time, ordering lunch to be delivered to his - now their - rooms before ordering that they be left alone. It was a callback to their quiet afternoons in her study, when they'd been learning the art together. And she was sure Jaune knew it, too, as he settled down to eat his meal while looking entirely too smug with her.

The old marks of Ghira Belladonna living here still marked the walls somehow. Perhaps it was in the paint covering the stones, or the parts of the wall where she could still see the outline of the old paintings before Jaune had them removed. Not even the changing of the banners could remove the memory of the Belladonna kings from this place.

Or maybe it was just the magic of it? Memory, history, love. All of those things could leave their marks in the same way raw might could. Coral could still feel it here.

"You feel it, too, don't you?" Jaune asked as he polished off the remainder of his plate. Wine-colored beef and sauce that had been cooked in a stew and until it fell off the bone. "There was a lot of love here."

"A lot of Blake, too," Coral could smell it, taste it on the tip of her tongue if she stuck it out. Others were in the air. Traces of something older. Belladonna ancestors, likely, but it was Blake and her parents that were most powerful, and that was considering she'd only barely interacted with them personally. It had been years ago, before the idea of this invasion had even been a dream in the back of her brother's mind. Still, she remembered them.

"You love teasing yourself, don't you Jaune?"

He chuckled, "It's the safest room in the castle, to be fair. But there's some level of fun to be hads being reminded of her when I'm fucking her friends."

Coral asked what he'd been doing in this room. Her little brother, of course, was more than happy to tell her while she finished the remainder of her own lunch.

The stories came next. Jaune described to her how he'd crushed Rumi into the bed in excruciating detail. How he'd made her beg for it, pressed himself into her until her womb was caught with his cock stuffing the inside of it while he was pushing down into it from outside.

Sienna Khan had been in the room for all of it. Been there to watch as Jaune tormented Rumi until she was little more than a babbling wreck of a woman. An animal in much the same way her ancestors might have been that only existed to take Jaune's cum and spit out litters of daughters for him to use in the future. The tigress had jilled herself, or fucked the corner of the polished, ironwood nightstand, or had even treated the bedposts like stripper poles with how she slid up and down them in search of relief that only her brother's cock would be able to provide.

Coral could imagine it all happening right then. Another Jaune materializing on the bed with the milk-chocolate-skinned rabbit faunus with her legs folded behind her shoulders and her hands grabbing hold of her asscheeks. Spreading herself open to give him easier access while holding on for dear life while she was lost in the sea of endless pleasures.

The bed would have been caked with cum, a stark contrast to the dark, triangular stain made by Rumi squirting her soul out through her pussy as she came from her master's not-at-all tender ministrations. Her body quaking and shivering as the pleasures ran through her and Jaune's brand commanded her body to submit. Submit to order, submit to pleasure.

And Sienna, poor neglected Sienna. The once-great general climaxing to the sight of another faunus woman being laid low before she drove herself to orgasm again and again and again.

Coral shivered, her core warmed at the sight of it. Too easily could she reimagine herself replacing Sienna, replacing Rumi.

Replacing any of the other girls, really. Ilia was such an obedient little girl. She'd been a lesbian before her brother had been done with her, and had been one of the few faunus that joined them during those quiet afternoons Coral and Jaune spent together, fucking the day away until dinnertime and then continuing on until the next morning.

Cinder kneeling at her brother's feet, bringing him into the morning with her mouth on his cock before she'd leave to attend meetings with the officers on his behalf with her belly full of cum and piss. Winter Schnee battered and bruised as she was used more as an abusable pocket pussy than a bodyguard before she'd stand guard at his door with cum dripping down her legs and pooling in her boots.

"Hmmm…" She hummed as she stood up, pulling Jaune's chair backwards to allow her room before settling herself on his lap as one might when straddling a horse. She could already feel his arousal pressing against her, tempting her. "You know how to tempt a woman, little brother."

Her hands combed through his hair, her nose pressed close to it and inhaled his scent. She could still catch Summer on him. The scent of her juices as he felt the helpless pleasure the older woman couldn't help but feel. All these holes that came on his order, obeyed his will. Women who'd lost all agency.

Suffering and terror wafted off her brother like a drug, filling her lungs and charging her soul the same way it must have his own. The whole city gave it off like smoke, filling the air and empowering her with every breath. She could see why he'd choose to live here instead, even as Coral knew that it might begin to mute over time as things got more stable.

"And even once the kingdom is back to working under new rulership," She purred into his air as she felt his arms twine around her waist. Jaune's fingers digging into her hips and teasing at the base of her spine in a way that made her legs go limp, "We have your toys to keep us company, don't we?"

Coral couldn't remember when her brother had taken his cock out. All she could remember was that she'd opened her robe as soon as she'd felt the heat of it burning through her clothes and let it enter her.

She hissed as her body slid down his length. Too slow even with all of her weight pressing down on him. It was a testament to how big her Jaune was.

"I… Ahhh… missed this…" Coral gasped, vision going white as she felt her brother split her open, "Missed you… Oh Jaune…"

A hand grabbed one of her asscheeks. Squeezed, kneaded. Another caressed her hips, her back, her thighs. Damn man was being gentle. Coral could feel his lips placing soft kisses on her collar.

"You… you can use me, you-… hmmm… you know."

Coral wanted to be like the others. She wanted to be forced into carrying her brother's child, to be neglected as the brand was used to give her completion but no satisfaction. To lose her limbs and be a helpless little fuckhole as Jaune jerked her up and down his cock like she was a toy.

Her hands moved to grope her tits, to squeeze and twist her nipples and make herself shiver around his cock as she felt the pain lance into her brain like twin stars. She lifted the weighty things and pushed them against Jaune's cheek as she pushed him against the back of the chair. His cock more than halfway in her like a rod of white-hot steel.

"Do to me what you want to do to Blake," She felt him twitch inside her, and felt how his legs tensed. Coral smiled. "Do you like that, darling?"

Bending down, keening as she felt her guts protest as Jaune's cock discouraged the motion. She kissed his forehead, buried his face in her tits harder.

"She's been such a disobedient little pet, hasn't she? Her and her mother both?" Jaune thrust up into her. Yanking her down at the same time and driving him all the way to the back of her hole, right up against the entrance to her cervix.

Coral saw stars, slumping forward as everything below her tits lost strength, and she held on to her brother for dear life. So good.

"You… Hngggah… mentioned dreams. Visions." All she could feel of her lower body was how much he spread her open, how much more there was of his cock that she hadn't taken in yet, and how the weight of her body was now centered on the entrance to her womb that kissed the tip of her brother's cock. "Tell me… Tell me everything, Jaune."

Jaune did better than tell her. He'd shown her. Visions he'd seen from Blake and Kali as Coral felt her insides twist and squirm from just having the hot iron of her brother stuffing her, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Blake had been fighting it. Fucking the traitor, Yang, day in and day out to keep her mind clear even as Coral knew that all it did was relieve the pressure for a while. Even as thoughts of submission and dehumanization filled her mind to the point that she'd even mumbled for Jaune while she was rubbing her clit against another woman.

It was valiant almost. Coral could respect the will even as she saw how badly Blake needed a real cock - Jaune's cock. As it was, all that was happening with the young queen was she was letting the dam build pressure behind her.

All they needed was a crack. Something that stopped Blake from having an outlet.

Like what Kali had apparently just done.

Because apparently Kali had just fucked Yang earlier today, and Coral had to grit her teeth to stop from just grinding her hips against her brother's cock at the thought of what that might do to Blake.

Kali, who seemed to have let herself almost completely succumb to the urges even as she refused to truly ruin her cause and just find ways to surrender the whole thing to them. Perhaps Kali was even stronger than her daughter was, in some roundabout way. Because despite everything she still held, still saw to her duties even as her mind turned to mush whenever she was alone and she'd squirt out enough girlcum to fill a small bucket.

"Oh this is going to be fun," Coral hissed, eyes opening and looking down to meet her brother's. Two pairs of ultramarine eyes glinted with a hunger Coral was only too familiar with. "They'll need to be punished, won't they, little brother?"

His cock inside her gave her all the answers she needed.

She could see it now. Blake without limbs, a living sex toy that needed her mother to survive. Perhaps Kali would keep her daughter alive with her milk, milk that'd be shared with Jaune's children that grew in the older faunus's belly. Or even with Jaune himself sucking from one fat tit while Blake drank from the other, the young woman's moans stifled by her mother's titflesh as Jaune fucked her full.

Or maybe it could be the other way around, too. Force Blake to care for her mother's wellbeing, forced to be the machine that drove her mom's succulent body up and down Jaune's cock as the lesbian catgirl ate Coral out of Jaune's previous load. Perhaps they could factor in Yang's punishment, too!

It would be a sight to have all four of the Rose-Xiao-Longs worshipping her brother's cock, covered in his cum or taking turns feeding Blake with loads from their pussies and asses.

The door to Corla's womb quivered at the thought.

And Jaune held her tighter to him as she shared her ideas with him, rubbing her weakening cervix against the throbbing head of his cock until he'd finally broken through and filled her womb.

Coral screamed as she came, her world shrinking and her sight leaving her as everything became centered only on her brother and his cock fucking her body and soul.

"Hngggggg… Destroy them, Jaune," She practically begged, her nails digging into the back of his robes as she held on for dear life, as her body shattered.

"Destroy them the way we want you to destroy me."

"Beat me, choke me." Winter, Cinder, "Feed me your cum and piss in my mouth." Ilia, "Crush me beneath your bulk until I can't breathe, until I pass out with only the scent of your body filling my mind," Rumi, Sienna, "Cut my limbs off so I can't live without you. Make me fat with you children and use my milk to make breakfast." Eve.

"Ruin me… First fire, Jaune- Hngaaaaaaah!" Kali, Blake.

Coral was all of them. Coral was everything. She was his co-conspirator, his closest advisor, his love slave, his toy.

She came again. Jaune started thrusting into her as he took her hair in his other hand so he could look at her pleasure-addled face and bouncing tits as he used her, "Destroy me. Use me till I break,"

When Jaune finally came, she was still babbling though Coral couldn't remember about what. But what she did remember was begging him for more. Clinging to him and planting lazy, half-conscious kisses against his shoulder as she begged him to fill her womb with cock and cum while he squeezed the life from her, stuffed her with his baby.

And as she was Jaune's favorite sister, he was only too happy to oblige.

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