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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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Ruby x Blake (Ladybug): Alternate Universe - Modern AU, Blake is still a faunus, Striptease, Lap dance, Teasing, Comfort, Romantic fluff, Faunus ear play, Vaginal fingering, Breast teasing

Ruby Rose had never done anything like this before. She’d heard people talk about it, seen it on TV a few times, even had a brief perusal of a selection of adult’s special interest videos on the internet. She’d debated it for so long before, in a moment of boldness, she’d sent the message. She’d received the email confirming the appointment a few agonizing minutes later.

‘Appointment, was that really the right word for this?’

Ruby sat on the edge of her sofa, her hands in her lap ceaselessly restless despite her efforts to calm herself. Her mind was constantly worrying about so many trivial things that they overshadowed the bigger things she probably should have been thinking about.

A knock at the door practically caused Ruby to leap from her quivering skin.

‘She’s here’

They’d almost certainly heard her. There was no way she could pretend she wasn’t home now. Ruby leapt from her sofa and charged across the flat to reach the front door, stopping herself a few paces short. Ruby forced herself to take a deep breath and compose herself before opening the door. The sight which greeted her was not what Ruby had been expecting. Although she wasn’t exactly sure what she had been expecting.

The woman was standing there, dressed in smart black trousers, white V-neck shirt, a leather jacket and a rucksack hefted over one shoulder. Her long black hair cascaded freely down her back, the crown of her head peaked by a pair of Faunus cat ears.

Ruby hadn’t thought much on what she would wear. She suddenly felt supremely underdressed in her well-worn dark blue jeans and t-shirt emblazoned with a wolfs head design.

“Hi, are you Ruby?” her visitor asked.

“Yes” Ruby blurted out before her brain could think to engage.

“I’m Blake” she held her hand out for shaking.

Ruby accepted it. “Please come in” Ruby stepped aside to allow her in.

“It’s a nice place you have here” Blake complimented. “It’s very tidy”

“Thank you” Ruby said. “My wife is very particular about that kind of thing”

Blake smiled at her. Sensing her nervousness Blake reached out to place a tender hand cupped across her cheek. “You don’t need to worry, Ruby. We can do as much as you feel you’re really comfortable with”

Ruby felt her heart racing wildly in her chest. Somehow, she still felt tenser but at the same time her fear seemed to be subsiding.

“So, where do you want to do this?” Blake asked.

“I was thinking the, sofa” Ruby replied.

“That’s fine” Blake assured her. “Do you have somewhere I can get ready?”

“Yeah, you can use the bedroom” Ruby held her hand out and indicated down the hall. “Just that way”

“Great” Blake responded. “Why don’t you go get comfortable and I’ll be right out”

“Ok” Ruby replied sharply, watching as Blake stepped away with a coquettish shake of her hips.

Returning to the living room Ruby sat herself back down on the sofa even as the nerves relentlessly continued to plague her. This was beginning to feel like the wait before the worst job interview, public speech and doctor’s appointment all rolled into one. She knew she could say no at any point, she didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t happy with. But at the same time, she knew what this meant.

Ruby heard the rustle of movement from down the hallway behind her, her eyes slammed shut as her body was wracked by internal conflict. The sound of footsteps across the carpeted floor grew louder, a dull tump of something dropping onto the floor beside her as they circled around the arm of the sofa to stop in front of her.

‘Last chance, Ruby’

Ruby forced her eyes to open. Again, not what she had expected.

Blake stood in front of her, a confident hand on her hip, dressed in a jet black yukata robe. Ruby could only sit there and hope that she didn’t look as nervous as she felt.

Blake reached out to caress her fingers across Rubys cheek. “You still ok?”

Ruby took a deep breath to calm herself. “Yeah, I’m ok”

Blake smiled softly. “Good to know”

Blake reached up to take hold of the tips of her sash without another word. A single gentle pull served as the lingering precursor as Blake began to undo her garment tantalisingly slowly. Ruby soon realised quite why she needed that deep breath with the amount she was suddenly exhaling.

Blakes sash fell to her sides with a gentle flutter. Blake grasped the two halves of her robe between her fingers, preparing to draw them apart. Ruby watched with rapt attention, her eyes unwavering from the beauty before her.

Blake glanced back over her shoulder coquettishly, supressing a soft giggle at Rubys adorable expression of barely contained anticipation. Blakes robe began to slip from her shoulders to reveal ever greater spaces of creamy white skin concealed beneath the dark fabric.

Rubys hands tightened into fists as she forced herself to resist leaping up and seeking to accelerate matters herself. Ruby reassured herself that this was all part of the performance, a prelude to build anticipation for what was soon to come. The robe slipped further down her body, revealing the straps of her black lace bra following the curve of her shoulders. Ruby never much cared for such attire herself, preferring practicality over style in almost everything she owned and especially clothing. But seeing such a garment worn by someone who had both the body and the confidence to wear it well was breath-taking.

Blakes robe descended further down her back and fell to the floor in a pool at her feet. Ruby couldn’t prevent herself releasing a high-pitch squeak she was immediately embarrassed about. Ruby admired the delicate lines of her back, the firm swell of her butt accentuated by the laciness of the material, the smooth curve of her long athletic legs. It all came together in a truly mesmerising combination.

Blake turned herself to face Ruby, bending down at her waist to meet the shorter girl’s eyes.

Rubys inner voice screamed inside her head ‘Don’t stare down her cleavage, don’t stare down her-’

Ruby felt her eyes suddenly turn very heavy, unable to resist her gaze being dragged downwards towards and she saw it. The valley of her ample breasts concealed beneath the cover of her gossamer thin lingerie draped perfectly across-

“It’s ok” Blake cooed. Rubys eyes darted back upwards to meet Blakes. “I’m all yours to enjoy” Blake smiled coquettishly as she rose back up in front of Ruby. “Now, why don’t I give you something to look at”

Blake reached into her bag and retrieved her smartphone and a speaker mount. Setting it on the coffee table she searched the playlists for the appropriate song. All the time she kept her backside presented to Ruby, something the crimsonette could not help but admire. The music started with a slow beat. Blake turned herself around to face Ruby, tracing her open hands across the curve of her smooth midriff.

Blake started slowly, shifting herself from side to side in elegant movements like some exotic dancer from an Arabian myth. While Ruby didn’t quite feel like the Shah of some great dynasty she certainly felt blessed to be bearing witness to this display. Blake approached Ruby with an elegant sashay to her hips. Blake turned herself around on her feet, once more presenting her fine backside to Rubys gaze as she began to lower herself down. Blake brushed the curve of her booty across Rubys lap, one pass after another of teasingly brief contact at the lowest point of her pass before coming back around once more. Ruby felt Blake begin shift closer to Rubys lap, her song growing in intensity with her dancing, gently lowering herself to sit in the smaller girl’s lap.

Blake idly shuffled herself as she settled herself into her new seat. Yet, Blake couldn’t seem to get herself comfortable as something continued to bother her. “Ruby, my bra feels really constricting” Blake reached her hand back to gather up her long black hair, drawing to up in a single movement to drape across the front of her shoulder. “Would you mind taking it off for me”

The unexpected offer, as tantalising as it may be, presented Ruby with a dilemma, knowing that she could not trust herself to remain civil. Ruby had pre-emptively buried her hands between the seat and the outside of her thighs the moment she had sat down. She had read on an online forum that this was the done thing in these situations. Now that she was being presented with such an offer the brunette knew she may not have the will to resist interfering further if she were to accept it. Rubys frantic thinking saw only one alternative.

Leaning forwards Ruby buried her face between Blakes shoulder blades, working to snatch the strap of the bra between her teeth. It was only once Ruby had begun struggling to release the clasp that she realised quite how much of an idiotic idea it had been. But by now she was committed. Working her teeth as best she could Ruby tried not to make it too obvious she was enjoying the smell of Blakes hair as she worked.

Ruby could have sworn she heard a soft titter accompanied by a ripple across Blakes back.

‘Was she ticklish?’

Ruby finally worked the clasp of the bra free. Perhaps her idea hadn’t been quite as stupid as she had first envisaged.

Blake slipped her bra off with a shuffle of her shoulders, dangling the garment on the tip of her finger before placing it aside on the sofa. Blake raised herself up off of Rubys lap. Turning herself around Blake had her arm draped across her front, her long black hair obscuring anything of note her arms were unable to cover.

With her arm never leaving her front Blake clambered back onto Rubys lap, her covered bust falling almost perfectly in line with Rubys eyes. Blake withdrew her arm from across her chest, her erect nipples growing at the new freedom.

Looking down Blake finally took note of where Rubys hands were concealed. A coquettish smile formed across the raven-haired woman’s lips. Without a word Blake reached down to grasp Rubys bare wrists in her fingers, withdrawing Rubys hands from underneath her thighs.

“I usually don’t let people do this” Blake said. “But you’re a rather unique case”

Blake guided Rubys hands up to caress her breasts, massaging Blakes hardening nipples against her palms. While Rubys hands remained occupied Blake began to snake her own downwards across Rubys front, her bust concealed beneath the material of her t-shirt. Blakes explorative hands drifted into Rubys lap as she leant in to place a distracting kiss on Rubys lips.

Blakes fingers grasped the clasp of Rubys belt, working the buckle free as best she could as her tongue searched its way past Rubys lips. With the buckle released Blake was able to wiggle just enough clearance out of Rubys jeans to slip her fingers across the front of Rubys red, cotton soft underwear. Blake could not help but note the feel of the distinctive wet spot that had begun to form.

Blakes dexterous fingers teased up and down the length of Rubys covered slit, feeling Rubys body quivering beneath her touch. Rubys fingers began to tense around the soft mounds of Blakes breasts. Blakes fingers peaked over the lip of Rubys underwear, her finger tips brushing across the outer edge of Rubys lips. Blakes teasing fingers slipped inside with minimal resistance, the sheer wetness of Rubys pussy only making it an even easier prospect than she might have anticipated.

Blake began slowly, continuing to press her fingers deeper inside before retreating and returning herself back in. The repeated action soon saw Blakes intrusion growing in depth, caressing areas left untouched by her previous teasing. Ruby felt her head fall back listlessly as her body was overtaken by the feeling of pleasure. Peering through her fluttering eyelids Ruby could only sit and watch as Blakes ears twitched atop her head.

Utilising her newfound boldness born of her excitement Ruby reached her hands up to caress along the edge of Blakes ears. The moment Rubys fingers touched her ears Blakes fingers, still buried inside of her, suddenly turned passive in pleasuring her partner. Ruby was sure she could hear the raven-haired woman softly purring beneath her breath.

Rubys fingers gently grasped the point of the faunus’s ears, trailing the pad of her index finger along the trailing edge. There was no doubt in Rubys mind now, Blake was most definitely purring. In response Blake leant forward to bury her face into Rubys neck in an attempt to supress the sound from escaping.

Rubys fingers traced along the back of Blakes ear, searching out the little dimple at the base of her ears. Ruby felt the soft purr swiftly turn into a low moan at the moment of contact. It was undeniable that her kitty was enjoying this.

Ruby could feel Blake gently beginning to nibble and suck at the brunettes exposed neck, her tongue slipping out to trace across her silky soft skin. Ruby felt a tickling shiver cascade down her spine at each of Blakes teasing licks. When combined with the movement of Blakes fingers still buried inside of her pussy it was only a matter of time before Rubys orgasm overtook her. Ruby clutched her arms around Blake even as her body convulsed with shakes of the orgasm rippling through her, panting breathlessly as she fought to sustain herself.

“You’re really with your fingers” Blake seemed almost on the cusp of orgasming herself just from Rubys attentions to her ears.

“You too” Ruby replied, her orgasm unambiguous evidence of that.

“Your wife is a very lucky woman” Blake said.

“Yes, she is” Ruby cuddles herself closer to Blake, wrapping herself in the taller woman’s arms. “Perhaps I could-”

A metallic clack resounded from down the hall across the apartment. The front door swung open. The only other person with the key was-

“Hey Rubes, you home?”

Heavy footfalls could be heard coming down the corridor. Watching as they turned into the living room Ruby was met by a familiar puff of bright blonde hair.

“I finished work early so I thought maybe we could-” Yang stopped in her step, wheeling around as the sight before her came into view, clasping her hands across her eyes for good measure. “Sorry, I totally forgot it was date night”

An awkward silence lingered between as none of those involved was prepared to make the next move. Yang dared to break the awkwardness. “What was the theme this time?”

“Striptease” Blake answered flatly.

Yang let out a nervous titter. “Can’t argue with the classics”

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

Ruby on the phone to Yang: “Sorry, sis. I’m going to come out another night, I’m just goanna stay in with Blake”

Blake: “Ok, tonight I’m the one of the Ninja clan and you’re the wife of the nobleman I’ve been tasked to kidnap and instead decide to have my wicked way with”

Ruby: “I don’t think Ninjas actually wore black though”

Blake: “We’re not going for complete historical accuracy here, Rubes”

Blake: “Now put on your Kimono and prepare to learn more than you ever thought there was to know about 16^th century Japan”
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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