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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
Chapter List
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Contains: (Ruby x Weiss - White Rose)

Weiss: Trying on lots of lingerie, Admiring herself in mirror, Clothing kink, Consensual Voyeur (Ruby), Bad Grimm dildo, Masturbation, Masturbation Fantasy (Beowolf), Exhibitionism, Nipple teasing, Solo fantasy acting, Fluff

Ruby: Unstealthy voyeur, Masturbation, Breast sucking, Nipple teasing, Fluff, Fingering

Weiss always enjoyed the brief moments of tranquillity when the dorm was left all to herself. Blake and Yang were out doing their regular team building drills and Ruby was busy doing whatever it is she did in her spare time. Weiss lay lounging on the bed on the bottom bunk, idly rereading her book on the history and politics of the Great War.

Laying her book aside Weiss looked across the dorm towards the drawers set against the far wall. She glanced at her scroll. Yang and Blake left for practice just over half an hour ago. Based on their usual workout routine they wouldn’t be back for a while. Weiss had time to indulge herself freely.

Stepping off of her bed, wearing her white school shirt and her red tartan skirt without the companying jacket, Weiss stretched her hands high above her head as she unkinked her tense muscles. Weiss’s hands descended in a swooping curve towards her chest as she grasped the first button at the top of her shirt. Weiss’s fingers descended down the front of her shirt with practiced ease, releasing each of the buttons in quick succession as she passed over them.

Drawing the two halves of her top aside revealed the simple white bra covering pert breasts that had been concealed underneath. Weiss reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, shuffling the garment off with a roll of her shoulders. Weiss gathered the two garments in her hands before casting them into the shared laundry basket, her top half now bare while her lower half remained fully clothed.

Eager to remedy this imbalance Weiss reached down and undid the clasp at the side of her skirt. Weiss prepared to unzip it when she heard a noise behind her and was stunned in place. Weiss listened for the noise again, silence was her reply. Undeterred, Weiss resumed where she had left off and drew the zip down her side with a delectable crunch as it released.

Once the fit of the skirt had been sufficiently loosened Weiss allowed the garment to fall to the floor at her feet, revealing her matching white underwear beneath. Weiss slipped her thumbs beneath the lip of her underwear, drawing them down her legs before stepping out of them completely. Gathering up her lower clothes in her hands she cast the remainder of her clothing aside.

Weiss could not help but admire herself in the full-length mirror standing at the foot of her bed, an shop bought from a specialist antique in Vale originally from a craftsman in Mistral. Weiss had no reason to be doing it, she had already seen herself countless times before after practice. Still, she felt it was necessary to maintain the fantasy regardless.

Taking stock Weiss noticed more muscle beneath her feminine frame than she remembered from last time. While she hadn’t exactly been idle in Atlas it had taken her coming to Beacon before she found herself fighting Nevermores and White Fang terrorists as an almost daily occurrence. Such regular exercise was bound to impart its effects.

Still little growth up top though. Cupping the small mounds, she could technically identify as breasts she could not help but privately despair as she mentally compared herself to Blake and Yang, even Ruby. The truth that the crimsonette was several years younger only poured an ample amount of salt upon the wound.

Weiss heard another noise emanating behind her. Once again Weiss forced herself not to react to the ever more conspicuous Ruby shaped mound rising beneath the covers on Yangs bed. Although, to be fair Yangs bed was typically in such a state it took an exceptionally keen eye to distinguish the difference. Weiss also dismissed the glint of the pair of silver eyes peeking out from beneath the cover as a mere trick of the light

Weiss had known Ruby was there, she’d known she was there since the moment she had come back from studying in the library to find the dorm room ‘empty’. Weiss didn’t care, in fact she welcomed it. The reason for that is simple, Weiss had a thing about being watched. But even so there was only a select few she could ever think to be comfortable with actually allowing to watch her, even fewer she imagined would be open to such a proposal.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind Weiss had none too subtly informed Ruby of precisely what she would be up to while the rest of the team was otherwise engaged. She also made it clear that she would not be entirely against the idea if a certain crimsonette reaper were to just happen to be in place to overlook such things. After that, she left Ruby to make her own decision.

Dense as Ruby could sometimes be she soon got the message. After the words left her mouth Weiss was treated to a display of watching the younger girl’s expression shift in real time through a multitude of expressions. It proved an enlightening experience. Such was how Ruby came to be treated to her own private peep show.

Ruby tried to be subtle in her attempts to hide and failed miserably. At first Weiss assumed that Ruby would have tried to conceal herself underneath the bed, in the cupboard or any of a multitude of places her spying might be less conspicuous. It seemed Weiss would need to have a serious talk with her leader regarding proper voyeur etiquette.

Weiss flicked her long hair up behind her, savouring the fleeting moment of serenity as the strands lingered in the air before settling back down across her shoulders. Traces of white hair lay across her chest, Weiss’s pert nipples peeking out from beneath the cover of her long hair. The sight reminded her of the paintings she had seen of Vacuo’s historic princesses basking topless in the sun with their long flowing hair draped across their front.

Weiss boldly strode naked across the room with the same unwavering confidence as she would into the mid-term exam on the ‘Evolution of Nocturnal Grimm’. Weiss reached the chest of drawers shared by the team and pulled open her own drawer, second from the top. The arrangement of clothing inside was a picture of order and symmetry, every article of clothing laid out precisely as they should have been.

Weiss traced the tips of her fingers across a sea of tranquil blues, deep purples, pale whites and even the occasional fiery red. Each delicate piece of lingerie was unique, and every article felt different beneath her touch. Weiss took a moment to consider which she would choose first.

Weiss decided to start simple, selecting a modest sky-blue bra and matching shorts bottoms lined with light, lacy frills circling the edges. While not exactly classless this particular set lacked many of the intricate designs and hand-crafted weaving that adorned much of her more intimate attire. This pair had just enough of a hint of elegance to be what Ruby would call ‘cute’ and what Weiss would describe as ‘sufficient’.

Weiss knelt down and stepped into the bottoms first, grasping the hem of the shorts as she brought them up across her legs and over her thighs. The underwear bottoms formed snuggly to Weiss’s buttocks, having just enough give that they were comfortable to move in. Weiss turned to take in the sight of her new attire in the mirror. This was the sort of thing Weiss would be more inclined to wear on free days in the city or strolling about the campus. Such a garment was reserved for times when she wished to indulge herself in a modicum of fashion without necessitating the elaborate dressing and ceaseless readjustment of some of her other garments.

From her perch atop her sister’s bed Ruby was afforded an ideal view from which to admire the combination of Weiss and her new outfit. In contrast to Weiss’s fashionable lingerie the ever practical crimsonette was dressed in her loose pyjama top and rose patterned bottoms. Ruby consciously forced herself to supress her laboured breathes, fighting the growing urge to shift herself beneath the covers lest her presence be revealed. Despite her proficiency in the use of a sniper rifle, a weapon famous for its user’s ability to maintain unflinching stillness for hours on end, the ever-restless Ruby refused to settle.

The crimsonettes own hands were not helping her. Seemingly moving under their own influence Rubys fingers began to claw at her hardened nipple pressing against the material of her top. Rubys fingers grasped the hardened nub catching it between her fingers before it could dare to retreat. Ruby teased her nipple, applying just enough pressure to elicit a jolt of pleasure to course through her body at the feeling.

Weiss decided that she had dallied enough for the moment, it was time to move onto the next one. Reaching behind her back Weiss undid the clasp of her bra, sliding the garment from her shoulders. Weiss’s fingers slipped beneath the lip of her undershorts, guiding them back down the curve of her legs until they were sufficiently loosened to be overtaken by the influence of gravity. Weiss gathered up her discarded clothes and cast the delicate pieces of artisanal Atlas tailoring onto the bed with little regard for whether they were left to crumple.

Weiss immediately began searching through her drawers for something different this time, something more, exotic. Weiss withdrew a turquoise bra and thong with matching fishnet checkered design across the cup. Weiss slipped the thong up her legs and settled it into place on her hips, requiring only a modicum of adjustment before it conformed seamlessly to her body.

Weiss drew the bra over her chest and secured it in place before once more taking in the sight presented in the mirror. This set was different from the first, offering a certain amount of push up effect even on Weiss’s relatively small bosom. The effect created a distinct valley of cleavage across the middle of her chest. The tranquil blue colour combined with the fishnet overlay made Weiss think of the Mer-faunus Blake had described in Menagerie.

Weiss turned to present her backside to the mirror, finding much more on view than had been with the shorts. Weiss could imagine this streamlined design being perfect for moving effortlessly through the water. Weiss closed her eyes and imagined the caress of the cool sea waves across her skin as she swam with unparalleled grace and speed. Atlas’s perpetual winter ensured the climate was always too cold for outdoor swimming. Even the rather more temperate Vale was relatively lacking in places to swim naturally outside of the coastal towns. By contrast Menagerie was a paradise of clear blue seas and winding waterways.

Unbeknownst even to her Weiss’s hands began to trace elegant lines across her bare front. Weiss felt the ticklish feeling of the waters soft caresses across her skin. Her excitement grew with each pass of her hands as they moved daring close to the boundary of her underwear. All it would take was one peek at what lay hidden underneath to tip her over-

Weiss forced her fingers from her body, the sirens influence shattered. She still had so much more to indulge herself in, she could not allow herself to succumb to her temptation just yet. Weiss forced her mind to return to the task before her as she began to disrobe herself once again.

Ruby by contrast was under no such obligation of self-control. Rubys hand grew wilder and freer with each passing of her fingers as she continued to savour Weiss from afar. Somehow, the act of putting on the clothes was proving just as tantalising to see as watching them come off again.

‘Was this something they taught at those Atlas finishing schools or is it a uniquely Weiss ability?’

Either way something about the heiress’s aloof nature regardless of her state of dress combined with the lingerie was something Ruby could not help but be captivated by. Rubys hands moved across her front, finding the lip of her top already drawn half way down her stomach. Rubys hand went underneath her top, working her way back upwards towards her uncovered breasts. Ruby began to focus entirely on her uncovered nipples, circling her fingers around the circumference of her areola. The sensitivity of the area grew as Ruby began to tease her nipple directly.

Weiss decided to choose something different this time. The white-haired beauty selected a black lace strapless bodysuit, a single elegant piece which covered her from her thighs all the way up to her chest. Weiss stepped into the lingerie and drew it up over her torso, adjusting the garment into place. While Weiss didn’t quite have the chest to ensure the top kept snuggly in place the laces across the back of her suit ensured it followed the smooth curve of her stomach. The black material was in sharp contrast to her pale white complexion.

Such an item was far more suited to someone like Blake, tall, mysterious, exotic. Weiss struggled to imagine wearing something like this, even for an intimate night alone with her lover. The thought of their eyes roving hungrily across her physique, Weiss’s body quivered at the prospect.

Watching Weiss’s body tremble with barely contained anticipation swiftly induced some form of sympathetic effect in Ruby. Ruby felt her entire body convulse with unbridled pleasure. The crimsonettes free hand unconsciously drifted between her legs, her knees spreading further with each moment to accommodate the intrusion. Ruby teased the tips of her fingers across the nub of her engorged clit through the thin material of her pyjama bottoms.

Weiss chose something special as her next choice. This pair was a custom design, something made specially at her own request. The white fabric was adorned with deliacate designs of snowflakes appropriately positioned to cover those places which needed covering. The rest of the matching underwear set was practically see through onto her skin.

While the other articles fit well, accommodating a certain amount of give in some areas, this set formed to her body perfectly. At times she almost tricked herself into imagining she wasn’t wearing anything at all. A pang of arousal at the very thought of doing such a thing for real rippled through her body, her skin erupting in a display of fresh goose bumps. Walking across the campus not wearing anything under her uniform, the slightest breeze causing her skirt to lift or her nipples to peek from beneath her top.

The sight of Weiss’s latest underwear conforming so perfectly to her figure urged Ruby on further, the pleasure of herself teasing through her clothes no longer sustaining her. Ruby shimmied her pyjama bottoms down to her knees, tracing her fingers across her creamy thighs as she moved her hands back up towards her centre. Ruby traced her fingers across the crotch of her bright pink panties, feeling the growing damp spot forming against her fingertips.

Ruby reached down to her chest with her free hand, pulling her own breast into her mouth in an effort to silence her growing moans. Ruby began to suck and lick at her nipple, feeling the nub swiftly hardening between her lips. Ruby nipped the pert tip between her teeth, the brief flash of discomfort helping to sustain her that brief moment longer.

Discarding the latest item Weiss swiftly moved on to selecting another pair from her lingerie collection. The next set proved to be a stark contrast to the previous ensemble in almost every way imaginable. Where one was pale whites, this was stark black. Where one was understated and refined this one was bold and outrageous. And where one had elegantly tailored designs providing ample cover to the wearer this one offered nothing of the sort.

The cupless bra and matching panties were simply frilly strips of materials designed to accentuate her femininity while offering little modesty in return. It was a stretch to even describe such an article as underwear, serving as little more than fashionable window dressing for her most intimate areas. Weiss had to check her reflection in the mirror just to assure herself that it really was as outrageous as she had anticipated.

Weiss felt fiendish just wearing it for ‘herself’. The idea of wearing such a thing for someone else was something which set her beating heart aflutter. There was no doubt it would save time to emerge dressed in such a way without even the prospect of disrobing stirred something within Weiss she had never knew existed.

The sudden brush of a swift breeze across her hardened nipples sent an unanticipated shudder rippling through her body. Weiss brought her hands up to cover her breasts and shield them from further stimulation. The reality seemed to have the opposite effect however, the press of Weiss’s palm against her already sensitive nipples only seemed to cause greater feelings to stir within her.

The greatest effect was felt a little lower, with the lingering dampness threatening to turn into a flash flood. Weiss forced her hand from her breast to her lips in a desperate effort to keep it contained. The brush of her fingers across her across her engorged clit only made the situation worse. Weiss felt her lips quivering against her fingers, with nothing standing between them Weiss began to curl her fingers inwards to tease herself of her own accord. Weiss felt an urge to pass a teasing finger inside of herself.

The brashness Weiss was now displaying was bringing Ruby perilously close to her limit. Ruby forced her lips to close around the tip of her engorged nipple just to keep herself from being revealed by crying out. Even as Rubys mind fought to reign herself in her hands continued to act of their own volition.

Ruby slipped her fingers beneath the lip of her underwear, feeling her engorged clit rising up to greet her fingers. Ruby dared to brush her fingertip across the sensitive nub, feeling a sudden jolt of pleasure pass through her. Ruby continued to tease her fingers across the very outer edges of her slit, keeping herself lingering tantalisingly close to being overtaken as she continued to watch Weiss’s display.

Having reasserted control of her faculties Weiss moved onto the next item, one she had left to one side until now. This set happened to be Rubys preference, if the face the crimsonette had fought so hard to conceal the day Weiss had brought it back to the dorm served as an indication. Alongside the red and black tinted bra and pantie set was a matching suspender belt and black lace stockings.

After once more discarding her last lingering article of clothing Weiss retrieved her latest set and stepped across the dorm to the bed, a delectable sway overtaking her hips as she moved. Weiss sat herself down on the edge of the bed. Taking the first stocking in her hand she gathered it up before slipping it over her toes. Slowly the heiress began to bring it up over the curve of her leg, feeling the material climb as she began to raise her leg as she went until her toes were pointing high into the air. To an outside observer it would almost appear as though she were pointing an accusing gesture towards her concealed voyeur.

Weiss allowed her leg to linger in the air for a moment before allowing herself to lower it to the ground, feeling the silken material settle against her skin. Retrieving the second stocking lying beside her on the bed Weiss slipped the delicate material up across her athletic leg, pale white being swiftly overtaken by silken black. Rising from the bed Weiss traced her fingers down across her now covered legs. The difference in touch between bare skin and stocking was mesmerising.

Weiss plucked the suspender belt from its place on the bed, wrapping it around her waist before securing it in place. Next came the panties, leaning over Weiss brought the underwear up to nestle underneath the curve of her buttocks. Weiss reached down and secured the stockings to her suspender belt. Weiss moved onto the final article that would make her outfit truly complete. The heiress wrapped the bra around her chest, securing the catch of her bra behind her back.

Weiss took a moment to admire the completeness of her new outfit in the mirror, somehow the entire outfit together appeared greater than the sum of its parts. Weiss felt the tips of her nipples fighting to be contained by the gossamer thin material of her bra.

The Ruby shaped lump beneath the covers on the top of the opposite bunk began to shift much more vigorously. It seemed Ruby truly appreciated Weiss’s choice of lingerie. Even when the lump started making noises not unlike moans Weiss remained blissfully dismissive of them.

Weiss reached down underneath the bed, retrieving the nondescript box she kept concealed underneath there. Such was the advantage of having the bottom bunk of the dorm, giving Weiss a place to conceal things from the rest of the team. The advantage of being the heiress to the single largest corporation in Remnant was that you had access to ample disposable income to discreetly commission, deliver and conceal a custom-made item of your choosing.

Weiss took a moment to admire the unique craftsmanship of such a purchase, crafted in an artisanal workshop in Mistral. Despite not being particularly well versed in the intimate arts Weiss recognised quality when she saw it. This particular creation was based on the designs of the Beowolves which roamed the forests of Vale. There was a certain inherent morbidness in creating an item based on such a creature, but Weiss could not argue with the result.

The black shaft of the thick member was tinted with red and spots of white, the length marked by a constellation of irregular bumps and ridges marking it as the creation of a wild, untamed creature. The animalistic design was completed by the combination of the flared tip and the thick knot surrounding the base of the member. The feel of the body was firm but with a hint of give to it. The length was an ample eight inches long, maintaining its bestial nature without being so overwhelming as to unravel the fantasy by tearing her nethers asunder. The circumference was something that her fingers could never hope to overtake singlehanded.

Weiss grasped the dildo in her hand as she prepared herself to be overtaken by her fantasy. “Oh no” Weiss said aloud. “I foolishly came into the forest alone to practice my combat techniques” Weiss purred beneath her breath. “I arrogantly thought I could fight the creatures alone” Weiss began to squirm on the bed in anticipation of the pleasures to come. “Now I’m pinned beneath a snarling Beowolf, with no possibility of escape or possibility of resistance. Whatever do you intend to do with me?”

Weiss teased the tip of the thick dildo across her covered lips, pressing the material of her underwear closer against her sensitive skin. Weiss’s eyes flashed with mock realisation. “You can’t possibly be thinking that” yet in spite of her own vocal protests Weiss reached down, slipping her fingers underneath the lip of her underwear to pull it aside. “No, you can’t be-”

Weiss cut herself off as the dildo was pressed further against her lips. “Oh, you beast”

Weiss raised her hand up from her side and began to paw at her covered breast with her roving hand. “And now you’re ravaging my chest”

Weiss hooked her fingertip underneath the frilly lip of her bra, pulling the cup away from her breast and exposing the pert nipple already rising to its peak. Weiss began focussing her attentions on her nipple directly, teasing, pinching and rolling the pert nub between her finger tips.

“Oh please” Weiss pleaded. Weiss tightened her grip over her tender nipple, pinching and adding a delectable twist as she held it tightly. “Please, please be gentle-”

Weiss’s pleas went unheeded as she continued to drive the member forwards, managing only a few inches inside before the ‘resistance’ became too great for her to overcome. Weiss’s advance faltered as she held the dildo in place just inside of herself, pretending to struggle to press it even deeper.

“Oh, I can’t” Weiss squealed. “My virgin pussy can’t possibly handle that”

Weiss pretended to tear up as she overcame the opposition, pushing the dildo past her outer lips and into her pussy. Weiss’s throat roared with a primal moan as the dildo hilted inside of herself. The more composed part of her mind told her that the moaning was a little dramatic. Still, it continued to serve the fantasy well.

Ruby could not help but agree with such a sentiment. Ruby continued to pleasure herself to Weiss under the covers on the bed as she continued to watch. The time for gentle teasing had elapsed, the time for furious masturbation had begun. Ruby fingers circled furiously over her moist lips, touching and caressing a new spot with each pass.

At the same time Ruby pulled her breast deeper into her mouth, both to enhance the pleasure of her experience and to silence the persistent moans yearning to escape her lips. Ruby alternated between swirling her fingers around her outer lips and plunging them deep inside of herself. Ruby had begun with one, which soon grew to two, then to three in an unfulfilled hope to match the size and girth of Weiss’s instrument.

Whether fingers or dildo the result was swiftly the same. Weiss reached her vocal climax, forcing the dildo deep inside of herself in one final desperate effort to keep her release contained. Weiss’s body continued to convulse with the pleasure of her orgasm, her pussy juice leaking out around the shaft of the member inside of her.

As fatigue began to overtake her Weiss’s grip on the dildo began to loosen, slipping from between Weiss’s pussy as more of her release spilled out of her pussy onto the bed beneath her. Weiss fell back onto the bed panting deeply to sustain herself, her entire body completely drained of energy. Weiss allowed herself to be consumed by the plushness of the pillows surrounding her. Over the lingering silence Weiss could hear the deep breathes of satisfaction wafting from across the room, Rubys fulfilment blissfully mimicking her own.

Weiss was the first to regain her composure, lifting herself off of the bed and striding confidently across the dorm room on only slightly faltering feet. Weiss reached up to the top of Yangs bunk and pulled the covers aside with a single pull, a sharp yelp emerging as Weiss was greeted by a very red-faced Ruby.

“Oh, Weiss” Ruby squeaked. “I was just-”

“Move over” Weiss interrupted.

Ruby silently agreed to Weiss’s instruction, shifting herself across the bed towards the far wall. Weiss climbed up into the bunk and shuffled under the covers beside Ruby. The deep musk of Yang combined with the lingering scent of Rubys arousal met Weiss the moment she came beneath the bed sheets.

Without another word Weiss wrapped her arms around the crimsonettes waist, nuzzling herself tightly to the younger brunettes back. Weiss leant forward and kissed the back of Rubys neck tenderly, feeling the heat and the lingering film of sweat as the hallmarks of the younger girls exertion.

“Thank you, Ruby” Weiss said breathlessly.

“For what?” Ruby asked.

“For getting so excited just from watching me” Weiss replied.

Rubys cheeks erupted into an even deeper shade of redness. Ruby swiftly nestled herself deeper into the covers in an effort to conceal it before Weiss could take notice.

“Do you really like watching me?” Weiss asked.

“Yes” Ruby replied, slightly muffled by the surrounding sheets.

“But, wouldn’t you rather be looking at Blake or Pyrrha or…” Weiss stopped herself before she could mention Yang.

“But I like looking at you” Ruby said. “You’re pretty and confident and your clothes…” Ruby began to trail off as her characteristic shyness overtook her.

“Well, I best make sure I’m wearing something worth looking at” Weiss said.

“You don’t have to do that” Ruby stammered, trying to recover herself. “I mean you can if you want but you would look good no matter what you wear which is not to say you don’t look good now because you really do but I wouldn’t mind seeing you in just a-”

Weiss tightened her hug, silencing the reapers tireless yammering. The two huntresses settled into their union, allowing the lingering fatigue of their shared exertion to carry them off to sleep in eachothers warm embrace.

***************Authors Nonsense***************

<Weiss trying on another set of lingerie and, upon seeing a mound moving beneath the covers on Yangs bed, decides to let her little voyeur have a little more of a ‘hands on experience’>

<Weiss creeps up to the edge of the bunk bed, takes the lip of the bedcover in her hand>

Weiss whispers: “Hey my little peeper. How about giving me a hand with-”

<Pulls back the cover to see a mess of dishevelled blonde hair>

Yang: “Morning Weiss”

<Yangs looks down and notices Weiss’s choice of attire>

Yang: “Well, someone knows how I like to be woken up in the morning”
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The Remnant Armada	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.

The Remnant Armada