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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
WARNING: Cunnilingus. Slight coercion.

=Chapter 14
By the time Weiss arrived at Shopkeeper’s, she was a bundle of nerves. Pyrrha had helped her change the bandage during school, and they were both relieved that the slight spotting of blood had not been seeping through her bandages. Her body was healing as it should be, and even though she may have felt a few regrets over allowing her skin to be marked, it was worth it to be reunited with her love.
Too bad she was not in for the cheerful evening with the Dragons for which she had hoped.
The instant she walked in, she saw the girls in the corner were having a shouting match. Most of the other Dragons were hanging back and letting them get whatever it was out of their systems. Vernal had been lingering by the door, but when she saw Weiss hovering there, she smiled very cruelly.
“Look at you, Miss Woman Of The Hour,” she snorted. “Ready to welcome your public?”
“What? I don’t- what’s the matter?”
But Vernal only shrugged and waltzed back over to the bar. Wishing she had at least some hint of what was to come, she squared her shoulders and approached the table.
“...not even been here for three days! And you just want-”
“-all of us, so you can’t act as if this comes as a sur-”
“-unreasonable! Completely and totally-”
“-the same as you, but a rule’s a rule, and if we don’t test one girl then it-”
The words faded into noise again. Around that time, Velvet spotted her from where she was hanging near the back and waved surreptitiously from behind Coco’s back. Weiss waved back-
And caught the attention of Cinder, who was poised to actually be able to see her. She fell silent for a moment before calling out, “There she is! The woman of the hour!”
“Why does everyone keep calling me that?” she murmured as she approached.
“Oh,” Yang said, face pale as she took a step back to allow her into the circle of heated debate. Ilia wasn’t there this time, but the others had gathered as per usual. “Weiss, you… you made it.”
“I did. And for whatever reason, you don't seem too pleased to see me.”
Around that time, she noticed Emerald, Cinder, and Coco were all staring at her like wolves happening upon an errant hart in the woods. It was the last one who spoke first. “Actually, we were just talking about you.”
“Don't,” Yang warned her.
“There is the matter of some unfinished busine-”
“Are you really starving for a knuckle sandwich? Because that's what I'm hearing from you right now!”
“Just let her decide for herself,” Emerald said, her hands resting on her hips. “She's one of us now, right? Or is this whole initiation a sham?”
Cinder paced around the others and slid a comforting arm around Weiss's shoulders. That was how she truly knew that she was in for something less hospitable than she had been hoping for.
“We've got wonderful news for you, Schnee. The next step in your initiation into the Dragons has been decided.”
Apparently, her instincts were dead on. “Oh, it has? Well, what is it?”
“Cinder…” Yang's eyes were flashing dangerously, her hands curled into fist at her sides.
“Nothing you weren't going to do eventually,” the brunette promised in a sing-song voice, one fingertip tracing a tiny circle upon Weiss's shoulder. “We all heard what an… attentive student you are.”
“Huh?” Weiss asked. “Student? I mean, um… yes, I suppose.”
“Think of this as a pop quiz. Were you truly paying attention during the demonstration, or not? That will tell us if you are cut out to be a Dragon or not.”
Even though she still had no idea what Cinder was talking about, Weiss was beginning to get the feeling that she should probably pay closer heed to Yang's warnings.
“You remember the demonstration,” Coco prompted with a lewd smirk. “Don't you?”
“The- ohhhhh, right. When you showed- wait.” She tried to take a step back, but Cinder's arm held her in place. “You said there was going to be a test. What kind of test, precisely?”
Tired of them talking around the subject, Yang burst out in an annoyed tone, “They want you to go down on one of us. To prove you're as lady-loving as most of the Dragons.”
It was every bit as terrible as she had feared. “WHAT?!”
“I told you!” she flung at the others. “She doesn't wanna do it! Now lay off!”
“She never said that,” Cinder purred. “Just expressed understandable surprise. Allow her a moment to think it over, could you?”
But Weiss didn't need a moment. “No.”
“Awww, shy baby,” Emerald teased.
“Are you all insane? It doesn't mean I'm ‘shy’, it means I'm a normal human being. I'm a virgin! My first time with someone should be special, not a… not some huge spectacle!”
Cinder's previously-gentle hand gripped slightly harder. “You say that as if you have a choice. You're a Dragon now. And in order to prove that you are loyal to our organization, I think we have the right to ask something of you that pushes you outside your comfort zone.”
“Not this,” she responded flatly, arms now folding over her chest. “And not as some kind of public demonstration.”
“Oh, is that what's bothering you?” With a deceptively bemused titter, Cinder reached up with her other hand to caress Weiss's cheek. She was beginning to grow annoyed with her for invading her personal space so much. “It doesn't have to be in front of the rest of us. Just you and any Dragon.”
While most of the others were looking vaguely disappointed, Yang was breathing a sigh of relief. Looking between the two of them, the initiate asked, “Really?”
The hope in her voice seemed to be what prompted Cinder to tack on, “Anyone except Yang.”
“What?! Come on, that's not fair!”
“Of course it is. After all, we both know that Xiao Long would definitely lie on your behalf. She's so enamored of you that she can't possibly imagine being more loyal to her clan than to her new girlfriend - which disgusts me, quite frankly, but I suppose I can understand.”
Even while Weiss was continuing to feel outraged, she saw Emerald and Coco nodding. The latter said, “She's got a point. We all lose our minds for the ones we love.”
“But I barely can imagine doing anything with Yang in the first place, much less touch any of the rest of you in your- i-in such a way! No offense,” she added on to the end, worried they would think it had anything to do with how attractive they were.
“The point isn’t to make you comfortable, princess,” Emerald rumbled. “It's to prove your loyalty, that you really belong here. And that you were paying attention when Velvet put on a show for you.”
“Oh, do leave me out of it,” the timid girl whispered. She and Yang were the only two who looked truly repentant about this unreasonable request. Not even Blake seemed to care; her expression remained completely impassive.
In fact… that gave Weiss an idea. It was a little strange, and a few seconds slipped by in silence as her brain furiously worked through the details. Maybe she couldn’t get out of doing something she was nowhere near prepared to do, but if she could pull this off…
“Well?” Cinder finally prompted when her patience ran out. “We could probably devise another initiation ritual. However, I can guarantee that this one won't be quite so pleasant.”
Gulping as she thought about the scar tissue still forming on her left hindcheek, she blurted out, “Okay! But what about a compromise?”
The woman smoldering eyes definitely did not look impressed. “Go on?”
“What if… I go down on Yang… and-”
“We already told you, that isn't going to-”
“AND,” she cut her off more firmly to give herself a chance to finish, “only one of you gets to watch? Will that satisfy your crude requirements?”
“Weiss…” Yang sounded completely beside herself, gaping at Weiss. The look was so close to one of betrayal that she had to turn away from it, focusing on Cinder, who seemed to be the one pushing the most for this bizarre form of torture.
“Hmm. Well, I suppose. But it has to be one of us; this generation of Dragons. Because a little birdie told me that you would prefer Mrs. Belladonna’s company.”
Feeling her face grow hot at the accusation, she cast a nervous glance at Blake. For her part, she didn’t seem to care much, but neither did she look especially comfortable to be discussing one of her friends getting “frisky” with her own mother. Understandably so.
“I wasn’t going to ask her anyway. Why, do you want the pleasure?” she fired at Cinder.
“Moi? Oh, no, no, no. Tempting, but I had someone else in mind.” Her eyes shifted in the direction Weiss’s had just been pointed. “Blake.”
“What?” After a moment, she blinked and asked, “You want me to be the witness?”
“Do you abstain?”
The olive-skinned girl glanced first at Weiss, who was fairly indifferent; secretly, she would be grateful if it was Blake instead of Cinder or Emerald, who would be the worst to put up with in there. Coco might be a little irritating, offering too many pointers, but probably not quite so bad. If indeed she had to go through with this insane, clandestine ritual, Velvet and Blake - and Ilia if she had been present - were her top choices.
However… there was something about the way she was staring at Yang now. And Yang was staring back, looking a little uncomfortable; that was definitely to be expected. But something else was in Blake’s eyes. If she had to name the emotion, the feeling Blake was dealing with, she would call it “regret”. Regret about what?
“Good. It’s settled.” Clapping her hands together, Cinder sauntered toward the back. “I have it on good authority that Salem will not be joining us until later this evening. And in her absence, the back room is open for such activities. Given that Schnee can’t come and go as she pleases anymore…”
As she spoke, it began to dawn on Weiss that not only was she going to be expected to follow through with this ridiculous plan, but she would be expected to do it now. “What? You mean, here? In Shopkeeper’s?!”
Emerald snorted. “Did you think we would rent you a room?”
“But that’s…” She glanced again at Yang, who was only shrugging helplessly. “That’s obscene! And I’m not ready! Nobody said I had to do it right now!”
“What do you want me to do?” Yang hissed at her. “You agreed to it. Kinda can’t do much about it now.”
“But I thought…” Her pout was probably childish, but she couldn’t help it.
“Listen, it’s fine,” Blake finally said in as calm a tone as she could manage. “I promise to be as professional as… as a person can be under these circumstances. Does that help? I mean…”
Weiss shook her head quickly. “No, no, you’re completely fine! Thanks for… for volunteering to… I don’t know, whatever this is.”
“Then it’s all settled,” Cinder said with a wide smile, wrapping her arms around both Weiss and Yang’s backs and escorting them toward the normally-forbidden door. “Hope it all works out for you!”
Before she knew it, Weiss found herself in the smoky back room again. It was largely unchanged from the previous visit. Merely being in that space made her cheeks clench, even though she knew there would be no such painful encounters this time. Once inside, Blake slipped around the three of them, standing off to one side and trying to look politely interested in the ceiling.
“Be good,” Cinder cooed with a sinister little smile. “And don’t forget - you have to give Yang a blaze of glory, or it doesn’t count…”
Once she backed out of the room, chuckling under her breath, Weiss sighed and turned back to a frowning Dragon. “Wow, I am… so sorry.”
“This is just great. I mean, I really want you to be my steady gal, but I know you’re a classy lady. Wanted our first time to be special. So I’m over the moon about letting you eat me out in the back room of our hideout! Yeah, that’s just neat!”
However, the instant she saw Weiss deflating and looking down at her own Mary Janes, she sighed and ran a hand over her face. The meek “I’m really sorry” shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise at that point, but Weiss offered it anyway.
“Oh… forget it. You’ve been a Dragon for less than a week. Not fair for me to expect you to be ready for this kind of stuff.”
“W-we don’t have to do this. I’ll go out there and…” She swallowed hard. “I’ll pick Blake, or Velvet. This doesn’t have to be our first time.”
“It’s okay,” she told her a little more earnestly, reaching up to cup her cheek. “I’m not mad. Well… I’m kinda mad at Cinder, a little. But not mad at you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Then she turned to look over at Blake. “Ready, ref?”
The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about me. Not like this is my problem.”
“I know. But you, uh… well, out of everybody-”
“Sit on it, Xiao Long. It’s done.” Turning to Weiss, she sighed and said, “Well, if you need pointers, just ask. I mean, I know you already saw the whole show with Velvet, but honestly, it’s a little different doing it yourself. I don’t mind helping.”
The very idea made a chill run down Weiss’s spine. However, she could tell Blake was as nervous about this as she and Yang were, which helped her feel less disgusting. “Thanks, I think.”
Scratching the back of her neck, Yang took a look around the room. “Where do you want me? I, uh… maybe not in Salem’s usual booth. That’s just too grody for me.”
“Well… this one looks fine.” She gestured to the one Blake was leaning against, and immediately she sat forward from the table, looking as if she had seen a ghost. “Now, are you going to be up on the table, or lying on the bench?”
“On the table. So you don’t have to kneel on the floor,” she added quickly.
“Hmm. Maybe you should lie on the bench so I don’t have to be sitting, since um, I can’t do that right now.” As Yang nodded, she gestured to the seat. “Well, go on.”
“Uh… I kinda have to…”
At first, Weiss wasn’t sure why Yang was so reticent. But when she stooped to begin pulling off her huge brown boots, it came to her in a flash of understanding: she had jeans on. Once Yang was rid of those, and began unzipping, Blake turned away to stare in the opposite direction.
“Let me help you,” Weiss breathed, reaching forward to grasp the waistband. Yang dropped her hands away and gave her free reign, breath coming in shallow rasps as she watched the delicate pale fingers work at freeing her body. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
A thrill shot through Weiss as she pulled them all the way to the floor, along with the underwear beneath. Her eyes were shut as she did; she didn’t want to see too much. Didn’t want Yang to feel exposed. A hand rested against the crown of her head, and she felt Yang stepping out of them.
“Done. Um… you can look, if you want.”
Swallowing hard, she whispered, “I don’t think I can. It’s too… I don’t know.”
“You’re going to be face-deep in there in a minute,” she snorted, voice low and gentle. “Might as well start getting used to it now.”
The sight that greeted Weiss once she prised her eyes open was of Yang towering over her, a dirty-blonde thatch of hair on display just below the hem of her shirt, framed slightly by the open sides of her leather jacket. There was a curious mixture of anxiety, bemusement, and excitement in the brute’s alluring features. When she only continued to crouch, gazing upward, Yang finally cleared her throat.
“R-right.” Her hand petted the outside of Yang’s thigh. “Do you want to keep going? Or just… just the pants?”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Sort of,” she confessed. “But if you’d rather we just get down to-”
Her voice petered out when Yang shucked her leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor alongside her jeans. One more garment later and she was entirely nude.
“Golly gee whiz,” Blake grumbled from nearby, still not looking.
“You’re so…” Weiss drifted her hand up Yang’s abdomen, feeling the muscles pulse underneath the skin. “Wow…”
“A-alright,” Yang laughed self-consciously. “Um… I’ll get into position.” She walked backward, and Weiss found herself watching the long, tapering legs move more than anything until she was sitting down on the end of the bench, then reclining. “Ready when you are.”
“I’m not. But…” Gulping, the overwrought princess decided to crawl forward rather than standing, and Yang’s smile fell as she watched her. “I want to please you. I really do, even if it’s for such a ridiculous reason as getting the other Dragons to accept me. It’s… it’s what I want.”
“Weiss…”
Her hands perched on Yang’s knees as she pushed up from the floor, face hovering between them. “Besides… I thought this was what you wanted. For me to bow before your awesome might.”
“Hell yes,” she admitted with in a soft voice. Somehow, that softness made it feel less like it was truly what Yang wanted. “Or for you to make me do that for you. God, you’re so gorgeous…”
Heart beating faster, she started to surge forward… but couldn’t help glancing over at Blake. She was still standing with her hips leaning back against the partition between the two benches that connected their booth to the next. Sensing that everything had come to a standstill, her amber eyes flicked over in their general direction before swivelling forward again. “What?”
“Um… I don’t have any right to ask anything of you, Blake. But… where do you… I mean, h-how much do you have to see-”
“Let’s say I sit here,” she offered, taking the other bench. “Now the table is in the way, and all I’ll be able to see is your head bobbing up and down. Does that work for everybody?”
“You could lie for us,” Yang sighed irritably. “Just go out there and say we went through with the whole thing.”
“I won’t. If I would do that for anybody, it would be for you - and you know that. But I don’t think it’s fair for me to help you two cheat.” There was a hint of true remorse in her voice when she added, “Sorry.”
Shaking her head, Weiss said, “It’s okay. I’m… glad it’s you in here with us.” Then she turned back to Yang, trying not to think too much about what was about to happen, or about the incredible view from her standpoint. “Are… you ready for me? I’ll probably be terrible at this.”
“Nah. Just do your best. And…” Yang’s voice got even more shy. “I’ll love it. I’ve wanted this for a while.”
There was nothing more to say.
When Weiss’s hands began to ease Yang’s thighs apart, she found herself suddenly eager to see the body of her love. Velvet’s had been interesting, but she was more interested in this one - in whatever subtle differences it might offer. In touching. Maybe Ilia had been right at home with teasing any old person, but she wanted only to touch this force of nature that had set its sights on her from the beginning.
Yang had been right about her clit being larger. Not abnormally so, but the very tip of it was visible without her needing to disturb its hood at all. The rest was fairly similar, though she hadn’t seen nearly enough examples to know if that was normal or not. A few slight hairs framed the sides, though most of it was on top, as she had glimpsed while kneeling before her. Whenever Yang breathed, the soft petals flexed, and they glistened very slightly in the low light.
To both of their surprise, Weiss leaned in to leave a kiss just below the nub, where the lips began. Yang sucked in a breath of surprise that turned into a quiet moan.
“Is this okay?” she asked before leaving another.
“Yeah,” Yang breathed. After a third kiss, Yang lifted her leg so that it draped over Weiss’s back; she could feel the heel resting there. One of her hands was splayed against the back of the bench, and the other gripping the edge of the table. Trying to stabilise herself. Already, she had been surprised that the flavour itself wasn’t as awful as she had been expected - it was equally surprising that Yang liked it. For that purpose, she could easily weather the oddly sweetly-sour tang.
Once Weiss set to work in earnest, all bets were off. Her lips parted and drew in another, softer set, testing how they felt in her mouth. They felt fine, but it was the sound that thrilled her to the bone. Moan after moan told her that Yang really loved this. Adding her tongue into the mix only made hips come up to meet her face, so Weiss kept that up as best she could, her hands holding the taller woman open for her. Each pass of her mouth brought new sounds, new smells that she expected to despise - and instead cherished. This was Yang. This was her Yang, and open to her in a way no one had ever been before.
Everything else stopped mattering. Though she was distantly aware that Blake was nearby, that they were in a strange place with a gaggle of girls waiting outside to hear all about this encounter, none of them were connected. There would be certain things about this moment none of them could ever take from them.
“You’re delicious,” Weiss panted a minute or two later. Maybe she wasn’t in a literal sense, but the flavour was somehow satisfying on her tongue - and the results were very satisfying for both of them.
“Ah!” Her hands trembled where they lay, and the one splayed on the bench curled into fist. “Holy hell! You’re so… you were really paying attention!”
The praise made her smile. Leaning her chin against Yang’s inner thigh, she whispered, “Do you like having a girl dote on you?”
“Yeah… but… when it’s you, it’s… way better…”
Deciding they had waited long enough, Weiss fell to work again. This time, she decided to test the “magic button” Coco had spent so much time talking about. Her lips pressed gently into the end as her fingers drifted up to roll back the small fold of skin shrouding it from the open air.
“OH!”
That confirmed one thing. Weiss grinned to herself as she let her tongue flick out and prod the firm little button. It was actually firmer now than when she started; at first, she had been worried about that, but it only seemed to add to the experience for the both of them. After a few more proddings, she discovered that her tongue could poke up under the hood and found even more of it lay beneath. Her fingers carefully drew the skin back…
Even though she had been consuming Yang the whole time, having her first sexual encounter under the most insane of circumstances, for whatever reason, the moment she saw her laid even more open to her, watched her love’s clitoris actually throb in anticipation of being touched, was the first moment she knew that her own was feeling the same thing. All those tingles she felt before had been a precursor to this instance of actually knowing, without any doubt, that she was aroused.
Again, she fell to work, and this time Yang had a lot more difficulty suppressing her cries of pleasure. Fingertips grazed up and down soft folds as lips and tongue teased the crux of pleasure above. More tastes and scents seemed to fill her, and she moaned herself into the inviting flesh. Any worry that she would not be able to handle loving a woman vanished.
Yang transcended the concept of gender. And tasting a woman was better than she ever could have imagined.
“Shit,” Yang finally breathed as she began to convulse a little more. How much time had passed? Minutes, hours? “I’m… I-I’m gonna- Weiss!”
Now that it was so close, she found she didn’t want it to be over so quickly. But that was the goal. If she slowed down now, they would have to perform for the Dragons’ amusement even longer - and she wanted to do more, of couse. But on her terms. She wanted to have Yang all to herself, alone and in their own little world built for two. So for the time being…
“Yes,” she panted hungrily as her fingers slid up and down the wetness. “Orgasm for me, Yang. Let me hear how much you want this!”
The next moan was even louder, and she couldn’t help glancing at Blake. The Italian Dragon was ignoring them. Well, that wasn’t true, of course; her cheeks were pink, and she was sitting perfectly still. As if afraid any movement would somehow ruin the moment.
So Weiss put her out of her mind. Her mouth fell to the clit again and she resumed, fellating the little bump for all her worth as her fingers slipped and slid around on her opening. Should she use her fingers the way Coco instructed? Perhaps that would do-
That thought never got finished. No further action was needed to make Yang come, because it was already happening - at least, the long, drawn-out keening of joy seemed to indicate that. Especially when combined with the way she nearly sat all the way up from her body convulsing, rocked with the sheerest, purest pleasure - and that was without the sudden gush of fluids. Weiss could tell immediately this wasn’t what came out of her when she was branded; this was orgasm-related. So she tried to suppress a cry of shock and simply kept up her efforts.
Not long afterward, Yang flopped back, completely spent. Weiss remembered a comment Coco had made about Ilia stopping immediately and did the opposite; she gradually tapered her licking and suckling off until she was only kissing her clit again, tender and affectionate instead of frenzied. And even then, she still loved doing it for her.
After a moment, Yang tilted her head up to smile weakly at Weiss. Her eyes caught sight of something else, and she hissed in alarm, “BLAKE!”
Weiss glanced up to see Blake was leaning far forward on the table, gazing down at the nude body. Hearing her name, she glanced between the two pairs of eyes, and lowered her own, looking appropriately ashamed to have been caught peeping. However, she had something else to say.
“I… had to make sure,” she whispered. “I know, I know, but… I mean, some girls can fake it. But it looks like you really came.”
“Did you have to?” Yang needled.
“Yes.” Her gaze turned a bit harder as she stared at her leader. “I’m supposed to be a witness. So I witnessed. Trust me when I say that this is the last thing I wanted to be doing tonight, but I take being a Dragon seriously. Sorry to be such a germ.”
Blake stood up to leave, but Weiss caught her forearm just before she fled. “Thank you,” she told her earnestly. “I mean… it’s weird, but you… you did help us today. I understand that, even if Yang doesn’t.”
But the words didn’t seem to help. Instead, they shared a long, tense moment in which Blake tried to come up with something to say, staring off into the corner of the room. In the end, she just shrugged and walked out.
“Don’t worry about her,” Yang grunted as she sat up. “It’s… a long story.”
“You weren’t very nice to her,” Weiss told her baldly. “Sure, it’s creepy that she was watching, but that was supposed to be her job.”
The blonde rubbed at her face for a moment. “You’re right. Man, you’re right; I’ll… yeah, I’ll apologise later.”
“Good. But I don’t want to talk about Blake right now.” They both shared a small smile. “Did I really make you finish? I mean, I could tell you didn’t hate it, but any-”
“You razzed my berries, Schnee. Seriously. I…” Her cheeks were still flushed, but Weiss was almost certain it wasn’t completely from their strenuous efforts of minutes ago. “It’s never been that good, and I’ve had some talented ladies go to town on me before. You were great! Especially for a new recruit. I’m pretty impressed, I… I just don’t know what else to say, but I want to keep saying it!”
Grinning and knowing that her own face was glowing nearly as much, she slid into the booth next to Yang for a moment. They should make their exit soon, but for the moment, she wanted to be next to her girlfriend. To slide an arm around her back, nestle into her side.
“And I want to keep hearing it. But instead… I want to hear something else.”
“What? Oh, right - uhhh…” Yang cleared her throat nervously. “Is it ‘I love you’?”
Kissing her neck, she whispered, “Pinned the tail right on the donkey, Brute.”
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