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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
Chapter List
- 26
- 27
- 28
Contains: Weiss x Blake (Monochrome), Alternate Universe: Titanic in Remnant, No iceberg, Prevented suicide attempt (Per Titanic film), Life Drawing, Draw me like one of your Mistral girls, Weiss is still an heiress, Blake is still a faunus, Casual faunus racism, Class divide, Futanari (Blake), Blowjob, Handjob, Vaginal sex, Anal sex

When looking from outside one could not help but wonder how such disproportionate people ever came to be together. But the truth was that sometimes the world moves on the smallest of coincidences, the most unlikely of circumstances.

Blake Belladonna lay spread out on a bench on the deck at the stern of the VMS Wyvern, staring up at the dazzling display of the stars in the night sky. The ship was just entering its third night of the voyage from the port city of Vale on a course towards Atlas. Already she could feel the biting chill in the air as they approached the ice fields which surrounded the entire Solitas continent.

Seeking a reprieve from the overwhelming stuffiness of her shared cabin Blake had decided to take in the air on the deck, enjoying the looming quiet as an appreciated bonus. Wrapped in her thick black coat over her rough white shirt, dark pants and black boots she kept the cold at bay for the time being. It wouldn’t be long before the cold forced her back inside however.

This tranquil serenity was shattered by the sound of pounding footsteps against the deck. Blake was sure she was imagining things when she looked up and saw someone who looked remarkably like Weiss Schnee, daughter of the richest businessman in Atlas, running straight past her. Blake swore she heard her crying.

A part of her told her not to interfere, to simply know her place. That voice was quickly silenced by the part of her telling her something was wrong, that it was time to step up and do something right. Turns out that part of her had been right all along as she discovered Weiss Schnee dangling herself off the back of the ship. Nothing lay beneath her, but darkness and the churning of the water left in the ships wake.

Blake was no hero, preferring to keep to herself and not draw attention wherever possible. She tried to summon some words of comfort, something to say to someone who found themselves placed in such a desperate situation. Endless possibilities circled in her head. In the end she simply settled upon the one which made the most sense to her in the moment.

“Don’t do it” Blake called out.

Weiss looked back over her shoulder. “Stay back, don’t come any closer” Weiss pleaded.

Blake swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn’t just turn back, now she was committed. “Come on” Blake dared to take a step forward, holding her hand out beckoning Weiss to return to safety. “Just take my hand and I’ll pull you back over”

“No, stay back” Weiss shouted back at her. “I’ll let go”

It didn’t take a second set of ears to hear the falter in her voice. She was scared, she didn’t want to do this.

Blake dared to take another step forward. She really didn’t know what to say, what could you possibly say to someone you’ve just met who has been driven to the point that they would place themselves on the back of a ship seemingly prepared to cast themselves into the water. Disregarding her instinct telling her not to get involved Blake continued to persist.

Despite the danger Blake had to admit that she would be willing to follow in after her. She didn’t even know this girl and yet she was prepared to put her life on the line to save her. Blake held her hand out for Weiss to take. “Come on, give me your hand”

Weiss lifted her hand from the railing, accepting Blakes into her own. Weiss turned herself around to face her, allowing Blake to finally get a clear view of her face. Her beautifully sharp Atlesian features, her snow-white hair, the expression of absolute terror. It was really her, Weiss Schnee, holding her hand.

“I’m Blake Belladonna” Blake introduced herself.

“Weiss Schnee” Weiss replied.

“Come on” Blake accepted Weiss’s other hand as the heiress began to step up onto the railing.

It was in this moment that the inevitable happened, the product of some devilish divine intervenor who could not allow events to ever pass without incident. Weiss’s foot slipped on the smooth rail. Blakes grip instantly tightened around her hand as she was thrown forward against the railing, her chest slamming hard against the metal with nothing to temper the impact.

Weiss’s screams rang in her ears as she dangled helplessly from the back of the ship. Blakes firm hold was the only thing saving her from succumbing to the fall she had been seeking only moments ago.

“Listen!” Blake bellowed over the roar of the wind, the screech of Weiss’s screams. “I’ve got you, I won’t let go. Now pull yourself up!”

Blake heaved Weiss upwards with as much strength as she could muster. Weiss’s well-heeled feet fought for purchase on the smooth metal of the ship’s stern. Blake heaved again, each pull bringing her flailing damsel closer to her salvation.

Weiss was almost over, Blake felt ever more of the heiress’s weight being taken by the railing. A final furious pull brought Weiss back over to safety. Blake stumbled as the woman fell against her chest, tripping over her feet as they collapsed together onto the deck in a heap. Blake had barely regained her senses when she heard a voice call out.

“What’s going on here?”

Blake looked up to be met by two men dressed in sailor’s uniforms, their eyes firmly locked just underneath her. Blake followed their gaze to discover the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company laid out underneath her, her finely tailored dress having torn across her thigh as she came over the railing. Beside her lay the uncoiled ribbon of black fabric that had once been Blakes bow.

The brush of the cool night air across her ears confirmed what Blake had already known. No matter what the truth may have been, to all outside eyes she was in a very bad situation. It would not be long after that she was to learn quite how bad things would turn out for her.

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It took precisely six minutes for Jaques Schnee to arrive on deck. In the meantime, it had taken the crew only a few minutes less to procure a thick thermal blanket for Weiss, and a pair of steel handcuffs for Blake.

Jacques emerged onto the scene like a man who was used to taking charge of every encounter he found himself in. Dressed in a snow-white formal suit he had no doubt just been summoned from dinner to be here. He was followed closely behind by two women, each dressed in similar formal dresses in various shades of white and light blues.

The younger of the two Blake would surmise was Weiss’s older sister, confirmed mostly by the way that she rushed to Weiss’s side and immediately began doting upon her. The older woman, who by process of elimination must be Weiss’s mother, remained rather more aloof to the situation. She seemed rather more concerned about the prospect of being summoned to the deck on such a frigid night than Weiss’s state of being.

Jacques however defied both conventions, making a beeline towards Blake. “It’s completely unacceptable. What made you think you could lay a finger on my daughter?”

Blake could not help but feel her gaze drift over to Weiss sitting on a bench across the deck, both born of concern for her safety and a sudden desire to see her.

“Look at me you Faunus degenerate!” Jaques grasped Blake by the collar of her shirt. “If we were in Atlas I would see to it you were-”

It seemed fate had a rather coarse sense of humour. Despite her intervention to save his daughters life Blake would only see punishment in return.

“Father, please!” Weiss called out, bursting free of her sisters doting to rush to her father’s side. “It was an accident”

“An accident?” Jacques asked surprised.

Blake could only stand there, and watch dumbfounded as Weiss recounted a tastefully edited version of the night’s events. Weiss’s narrative of Blakes heroics soon saw her begrudgingly released by the sailor holding the handcuffs restraining her.

The nights events only seemed to become more absurd as Weiss convinced her father that Blake should be rewarded for her honourable deed. It was with an unashamed sense of antipathy that Jacques invited Blake to dinner tomorrow night as their honoured guest.

Yes, a coarse sense of humour indeed.

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It was around 11am the next morning that a knock came at the door of Blakes shared accommodation in third class, deep inside the bowels of the ship. It was one of the stewards from the upper decks delivering a message for her to meet a certain heiress up on the ships boat deck.

Blakes mind ran rampant thinking of what she could possibly wear. It soon dawned upon her that she didn’t have much in the way of choice. In the end she simply threw on the least stained shirt she had to hand and her heavy black jacket over it. Grabbing her sketchbook, an item which proved her constant companion, she made her way through the maze of corridors to reach the deck.

Blake emerged into the late morning sunlight and was dumbfounded by the sight which met her. She saw Weiss leaning against the railing on the deck surrounded by a ring of light like some mythical angel.

Blake picked her voice up. “Miss Schnee”

Weiss turned to face Blake and it was only Blakes sketchbook that kept Blakes hands steady.

Blake and Weiss decided to take a walk along the ships deck, one of the few places where the richest and the poorest of society might have a chance of meeting. Blake saw the way others looked at her as they were seen walking together. The sight of not only a Faunus but one who had clearly caught the eye of one of the wealthiest individuals of Atlas was a sight not many had expected to see. Those who did not stare in barely restrained awe delivered a look which persistently reminded Blake that this was not her place to be. Blake already knew she didn’t belong here, but she could not help but feel it grind her down over time.

“I wanted to apologise” Weiss’s words broke Blake from her looming thoughts.

“For what?” Blake asked.

“For the way I acted last night” Weiss clarified. “Dragging you into all that, allowing them to make assumptions about you. I know what you’re thinking. Heiress to the largest company in Remnant, what could she possibly have to concern herself with?”

“No” Blake replied. “What I was thinking was what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out”

“It was…everything” Weiss admitted with a heavy sigh. “It was them. Their entire world, their outlook, their ambitions”

“And the white walrus last night?” Blake asked.

“White walrus?” Weiss asked. The realisation suddenly dawned upon her. “Oh, my father” Weiss clarified with a soft giggle, perhaps the first time she had done so spontaneously in a long while. “Yes, you could count him amongst them”

It soon began to dawn upon Weiss that she was unloading her life story upon a practical stranger, someone whose only connection was that she had been in the right place at the right time to save her from herself. Weiss eagerly searched for an alternative topic of conversation, anything at all that would pull them away from discussing her turbulent family life. Weiss’s eyes fell upon the sketchpad Blake held in her hand.

“What’s that?” Weiss asked.

“Oh, just some sketches” Blake replied.

“May I?” Weiss asked, the question seeming a mere formality as she already had her hand out to accept it.

Blake handed Weiss the sketchpad. Weiss opened the first sketch and inspected it keenly. “So, are you an artist or something?”

Weiss shifted herself to sit on one of the sun loungers laid out across the deck to better admire the sketches. As independent arts and culture were heavily restricted in Atlas Weiss took the opportunity to finally learn first-hand what the other kingdoms valued so highly about it. Blake took a seat beside the heiress.

The sketches were of women in elegant dresses no doubt crafted by artisanal tailors in Mistral, natural sketches of plants and wildlife, wide open landscapes.

“These are amazing” Weiss remarked. “So incredibly detailed”

“That’s nice of you to say” Blake accepted the compliment. “They didn’t seem to think much of them in Haven”

“Haven?” Weiss inquired. “You do get around”

Weiss returned her attention to the book, turning over another sketch she was met by a sight she had never expected. The sketches had returned to images of the elegant women, but sans the finely crafted dresses adorning their bodies. Weiss felt her cheeks immediately erupt in a fiery redness but finding herself unable to tear her eyes away.

Weiss turned over another page. A muscular woman with flowing red hair holding aloft a gladiatorial spear and shield. A woman with long jet-black hair entwined amongst silken sheets, laid out in such a way that nothing of note was left to the imagination. A seemingly sophisticated figure with her light blonde hair woven into a tight bun and a pair of elegant glasses resting across her eyes. A large tome held in her lap captivated the woman’s attention even as her state of undress passed by seemingly unconcerned.

Despite Weiss’s growing curiosity a pang of self-consciousness began to overtake the heiress. Lifting her eyes from the book for only a moment she lowered the books cover to conceal its contents from wandering passers-by. The moment she felt her surroundings were clear her eyes once more plunged upon the contents of the next sketches concealed beneath.

The drawings of the human models had been scandalous enough in her eyes, the next sketch almost allowed the book to slip from her fingers in surprise. Weiss fought to keep the shock from her face, and failed miserably, as years of formal training to assist in concealing her emotions failed to prepare her from what she saw.

The sketch was of a tiger faunus resplendent in jewelled necklaces, hair pins and other adornments fit for royalty of the ancient world. And yet Weiss saw not a scrap of cloth upon her body. The woman’s eyes were piercing and direct, seemingly staring her down from within the page. It was as if this woman held herself in an unshakeable confidence no matter her attire.

Weiss turned the page, looking down at the latest drawing quizzically for a moment as she tried to discern what it was she was seeing. The subject appeared female, ample breasts, curved hips and large chocolate rabbit faunus ears. But the subject had one rather grandiose addition that would not be expected of a woman. Weiss had heard stories that such a thing was a trait common among certain faunus species but seeing it she could hardly believe that such a thing was real. Weiss knew she had to ask. “And, these were drawn from life?”

Blake heard a low titter escape her lips as she replied. “That’s one of the remarkable things about Haven. Mistral women tend to have a greater appreciation for, art”

Weiss allowed the sketchbook to close shut in her lap, taking a few deep breathes necessary to compose herself before she replied. “You have a gift Blake, you see people”

“I see you” Blake answered.

Weiss felt herself thrown for a moment, fighting to recover. “And?”

“You wouldn’t have jumped” Blake replied.

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Blake could not help but feel out of place as she stood waiting at the foot of the grand staircase dominating the centre of the First-Class deck. She had booked her travel in steerage, spending almost all of what little money she had to reach her next destination. Now she found herself standing in first class, wearing an ill-fitting dark dress loaned to her by Weiss’s older sister.

Compare such a life to Weiss Schnee, heiress to the largest commercial company in Remnant travelling with her family and a retinue of attendants returning from a pleasure holiday in Vale. Two more different worlds could not be envisaged.

Blake was withdrawn from her idle thoughts as she saw the flash of white in the corner of her eye, the first glimpse as the Schnee family slowly descended the grand staircase. Blake was met first by Jacques Schnee. It took him a second glance before he recognised her for who she was. “Miss Belladonna” another quick glance across her assured him that his eyes were playing tricks on him. “My, you could almost pass for a lady”

Blake bit back the quickly forming ‘Almost’ before it could escape her lips.

Looking past him Blake could see Weiss descending the stairs behind him. The white-haired heiress looked even more beautiful than she had ever seen her before, wearing a flowing white dress and her hair brought up in an elegant style. Weiss stepped down the staircase to stand next to Blake. Weiss took note of Blakes new attire, her eyes taking in the sight before her.

“You look nice” Weiss replied.

Blake fought to keep her expression from erupting in joy. “Thank you, Miss Schnee” Blake replied.

Blake held her arm out, Weiss accepting the offering as they walked down the stairs together. Walking amongst the great and the good of those onboard Weiss was quick to identify the most prominent individuals with a seemingly encyclopaedic knowledge of their names, status and even some illicit gossip. As Weiss and Blake sat down to dinner together Blake almost began to feel at ease, like she could manage to succeed at being accepted into their sphere at least for tonight. She soon realised that fate would not allow her to get off that easily.

“So Blake, you’re a Faunus” Willow interjected into the middle of the discussion with all the grace and subtlety of a rocket powered hammer. With her bow secured firmly in place the only people at the table who had previously been privy to such knowledge were those who had been present at Weiss’s rescue. Despite knowing the consequences of her admission Blake was not prepared to flat out lie about her heritage.

“Yes, I’m from Menagerie” even as Blake said it her guests all knew what that meant for her. The topic of conversation was swiftly consumed by explanation about her life on the far-flung island. It seemed her patrons knew very little about the place and what they did admit to knowing was far from reality. Despite all this Blake smiled and nodded and continued regardless. She knew it was going to be a long meal.

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The days that followed the dinner felt empty. Despite her desires to see her again Weiss had suddenly become distant. Their rendezvous and conversations about art ceased without warning. Blake had known from the beginning that it must have been a dream, it was time to wake up.

Blake found herself leaning heavily on the railing at the bow of the ship, staring down at the waves crashing against the hull of the ship as it moved. Blake found a certain amount of peace here, away from everyone else, a quiet place where she could-

“Hello Blake” Blake turned on her heel to see Weiss standing on the deck. “I changed my mind”

Weiss stepped forwards towards Blake, bringing herself in Blakes arms into a tight embrace as she nuzzled her face against Blakes chest. Blake leant closer to whisper into Weiss’s ear. “Close your eyes”

Weiss did as she was asked. Blake shifted, guiding Weiss around her as she pressed her gently against the railing of the ship. Blake reached down to grasp Weiss’s hands, leading them to the railing.

“Do you trust me?” Blake asked.

“I trust you” Weiss replied.

Blake shifted her hands to Weiss’s waist, helping to raise her up onto the railing. Blake held Weiss’s hands aloft as they spread eagle from her sides. Blakes hands returned to Weiss’s waist to support her.

“Ok, open your eyes” Blake whispered.

Weiss’s eyes fluttered open, feeling herself becoming overtaken by the sense of euphoria at the sight before her. “I’m flying”

Standing on the bow of the ship with her arms open like the wings of the mythical Wyvern was unlike anything Weiss had ever experienced in her life. Turning back over her shoulder Weiss drew Blake into a tender kiss. Despite the faunus’s attempt to retain her composure Blakes ears once more betrayed her true feelings as they always did.

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Blake had never experienced such splendour in her life. Even the air itself somehow felt fancy, the lingering scent of oil and dirt which permeated the lower decks was replaced by lilacs and fine perfumes.

Blake followed Weiss into her appointed staterooms, finding each single room larger and grander than she could have ever anticipated. To think that such finery was laid out for the benefit of a single person was astounding.

“Will this do?” Weiss asked. “Don’t artists need good light?”

“Yes, this will do” Blake replied.

The truth was that such arrangements were far better than Blake had ever been provided by any of her previous clients. Even the sketch commissioned at the behest of the Great Kahn Sienna had been completed in the relatively sparse quarters of her hunting camp.

Blake returned from her idle thoughts as she saw Weiss emerge from the adjoining suite of rooms, clutching a felt covered jewellery box in her hands. Weiss retrieved the item from inside of the box and showed it to Blake. It was a blue heart shaped jewel adorning a silver necklace. Blake gazed at the sight before her, wealth beyond her comprehension.

“Blake, I want you to draw me like one of your Mistral girls, wearing this” Weiss requested.

“Alright” Blake accepted, her gaze still consumed by the jewel.

Weiss steeled herself to continue. “Wearing only this”

There was an almost audible tear as Blakes bow struggled to contain her ears as they suddenly launched themselves skywards.

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Blake forced herself to focus on the task at hand, she knew that was the only way she was ever going to be able to go through with this. Blake couldn’t allow herself to be distracted imagining what vision of beauty lay just behind that door or what it would feel like to pass her hands across such cream soft skin as she felt the gentle press of her pert nipples against her-

‘Focus dammit!’

Blake forced her attention back onto her work as she shifted the divan into the centre of the room. Considering its new placement, she concluded it to be slightly off the mark before deciding to shift it once again. She then set about rearranging the pillows, ensuring they would offer enough support for the pose she was imagining.

Having finally decided upon an arrangement she was satisfied with Blake turned her attention to preparing her sketching supplies. Moving to the seat she had placed in front of the divan she retrieved her well-worn leather satchel and began sharpening her pencils.

Blakes finely attuned ears alerted her to the release of the latch before the door even opened. Blake looked up unsure of precisely what she had expected to see. She was met by the sight of Weiss standing in a silken blue nightgown, a coquettish smile across her lips. Blake had heard talk of these Atlas finishing schools, the things they were taught there. She could only imagine this was one of the fruits of their labours.

“The last thing I need, is another picture of me looking like a porcelain figure” Weiss reached into her pocket, retrieving a Lien coin. “As a paying customer” Weiss passed the coin to Blake, catching it in her hand. “I expect to get what I want”

Weiss grasped the two halves of her dressing gown and began to slowly part them. The delicate fabric slowly slipped across her body like a cascading river. Blake saw the blue flash of the jewel nestled above Weiss’s chest. Her ears picked up the sudden rush of fabric across skin, the dull whoosh as the clothing struck the carpeted floor.

The woman stood before her was a vision of angelic beauty turned reality. Her cream white skin followed every gentle curve of her body without a single blemish to mark her. What little hair adorned her pubic region was perfectly trimmed into place. Blake fought to maintain her swiftly degrading composure.

“Over on the bed… the couch” Blake clarified.

Weiss sauntered her way across the room with an exaggerated sway of her hips, trying to mask her quivering body with her movement. Weiss laid herself down across the divan as she shifted to adjust her pose.

“Tell me when its-” Weiss said.

“Lift your leg up a bit” Blake instructed, Weiss obeyed. Blake took in the arrangement with a keen artists eye. “Turn your hand over slightly, lower your eyes just a bit” Finally she was perfect. “Now just try to, stay still”

Blake shifted in her seat as she prepared to begin her sketch.

“I have something to ask” Weiss interjected before Blake could start. “Could you, take off your bow” Blake was taken aback by the unexpected request, none of those she’d sketched had asked that of her before. “I wish to see the real you”

Blake wordlessly agreed to her request. Balancing her sketchpad on her knees Blake reached up to untie her bow, laying the strip of material on the chair beside her. As strange as it sounded, she felt naked without her bow. Blake refocussed herself, returning her attention to her work.

‘Deep breathes, you’ve done this all before’ was what her mind reminded her. And yet the moment her eyes returned to Weiss was the moment all sense of logic left her mind. ‘It’s just a drawing, be professional’

Blake returned her pencil to the paper, finally regaining control of herself as her pencil began moving across the paper with practiced ease. Her eyes flashed from Weiss down to the page, Weiss to the page in a regular rhythm. What had begun the session as a blank sheet of paper had formed into an outline, with greater detail being added with each pass of her pencil. The lines of her cheeks, the elegant strands of her hair, the roundness of her modest breasts.

Even moving down to recreate the curvature of her thighs, the small tuft of freshly trimmed snow-white hair above her puffy red pussy lips could not distract Blake from her task. The faunus artist continued regardless of temptation or distraction.

And in the end, it all came together so perfectly on the page. Each small feature and focus only adding to an overall majesty which proved somehow greater than the sum of its parts. Blake leant back in her seat, only now realising how stiff some of her muscles had become from the prolonged state of inactivity.

“Ok” Blake announced. “It’s done”

Weiss allowed her body to fall limp across the sofa, savouring the feeling as her tensed muscles finally began to relax. Weiss suddenly leapt from the sofa with renewed eagerness, circling around the back of the chair to peer across Blakes shoulder to admire the drawing. Blake felt Weiss’s cheek brush past the sensitive fur of her ear as she leant closer for a better look. Even without looking up Blake could feel Weiss’s eyes upon the page, her gaze scrutinising every fine detail.

“This is beautiful” Weiss leant down to hug Blake from behind, Blake feeling the press of Weiss’s nipples against her back.

“You’re done so much for me” Weiss leant closer to whisper into Blakes faunus ears. “I should really think of a way to thank you properly” Weiss reached up to tease the tips of her fingers across Blakes cheek. “I’m afraid that my skills as an artist are hardly comparable to yours. I guess I’ll have to find another way to thank you”

Weiss dared to lean closer and brush her lips across Blakes cheek, placing a testing kiss on the soft skin. Blake could not help but feel the weight of the jewel resting on her shoulder, based on this Blake could not imagine wearing such a thing for the length of an entire engagement.

Weiss pulled away from the embrace, taking a moment to reach back and unclip the clasp of the jewel. Weiss slipped it from her shoulders before returning it to the jewellery box. All the while Blake continued to admire the fine curve of Weiss’s backside as she bent over the table in front of her.

Weiss could not help but feel the attention of Blakes eyes as she glanced back to face her, feeling a smile creeping across her lips. Weiss began to shuffle back towards Blake sitting in the chair, adding a delectable sway to her hips as she moved. Weiss lowered herself into Blakes lap, continuing to shift her hips as she began to massage her butt into Blakes lap.

Blake forced herself to focus on other thoughts, fighting to keep herself together. It soon proved a fruitless effort as Weiss’s shifting buttocks brushed against the evidence of Blakes arousal. Blake had expected Weiss to react in shock or surprise at this discovery. What Blake hadn’t been prepared for was for Weiss to settle herself deeper into Blakes lap, leaning back and taking Blakes cheek in her fingers to turn her face towards her.

“Well” Weiss mused. “Aren’t you just full of surprises”

Weiss moved closer to kiss Blake, their lips wrestling as an explorative tongue dared to venture its way into Blakes mouth. It seemed that while Weiss may be naïve, she was almost certainly eager.

Weiss climbed off Blakes lap, shuffling to kneel between the faunus’s open legs.

“May I, touch it?” Weiss asked. It seemed that even in such a situation the heiresses ingrained noble etiquette could not be extinguished.

Blake nodded her acceptance. Weiss raised her fingers to brush across the mound emerging in the front of Blakes trousers, the bulge feeling firm with an underlying hint of give beneath her touch. Weiss reached up to release the belt around Blakes waist, drawing her trousers down Blakes athletic legs.

The full length of Blakes erection practically leapt out to greet her. In all her pampered and sheltered life, she had never known the truth of such a thing before. It seemed that where her highborn education had failed, instinct and experimentation would have to be her guide.

Weiss leant forwards and pressed her lips against the bulbous tip of Blakes cock. Weiss was surprised by the salty taste of the precum rising from the tip, licking her lips to savour the unique flavour. Weiss glanced up, noting that Blake appreciated her attentions based on her reaction.

Weiss chose to press on. Her fingers gripped gently at the base, teasingly working her way up and down the length in slow strokes. Blake grasped her hands to the arms of the chair, feeling an overwhelming desire to grab Weiss’s hair and press her deeper onto her shaft. Blake continued to resist the urge to force the girl ahead, she needed to allow Weiss to move at her own pace. Even if that pace was maddingly serenely.

The pace was soon brought to a complete stop as she removed her mouth from Blakes cock. Weiss rose to her feet, wiping the lingering wetness from her lips as she tasted it, a low hum assuring that she found the new concoction to her liking.

Weiss held her hand out for Blake. Blake accepted the offering with a quivering hand, feeling the slow comedown of her arousal seeping through her body. Weiss led the raven haired faunus across the room towards the divan, guiding her down into the seat. Weiss crawled on top of her, grasping her sides as she resumed their frantic kissing. Blake tasted something different on Weiss’s lips this time, something distinctly familiar.

Weiss’s hands moved upwards from Blakes sides, searching and caressing across her front. Weiss’s fingers began worked to undo the buttons of Blakes white shirt, releasing each of the buttons in quick succession. Weiss slipped her fingers through the gap between the two halves of the material, savouring the caress of bare flesh underneath her touch.

Weiss could feel the gentle swell of Blakes breasts beneath her fingers, her erect nipple rising into the palm of Weiss’s hand. Weiss teased Blakes nipple, gripping and rolling the erect nub between her fingers. At the same time, Weiss’s other hand slipped down Blakes flat stomach, finding Blakes length still erect beneath her.

Weiss felt the lingering wetness of her blowjob clinging to the skin of her lovers cock. Weiss drew her hand up and down the full length of Blakes erection as she resumed her teasing. The heiress could feel the fresh release of a dab of precum emerging from the head.

The hint of Blakes fast approaching release spurred Weiss to greater feats in search of pleasure. Weiss clambered herself up into Blakes lap, supporting her feet against the divan as one hand grasped Blakes shoulder and the other remained wrapped around the head of Blakes cock.

Weiss held herself over Blakes lap, gently lowering herself down onto Blakes member underneath her. Weiss felt the press of the head against her outer lips. Weiss maintained her controlled descent, feeling her lips resisting for the briefest moment before parting to accommodate her. Blakes erection suddenly filled her mouth.

Weiss encircled her arms around Blakes neck for support, drawing her close. Blakes hands supported Weiss in her lap, holding her in place as she got used to the new intrusion inside of her. Weiss slipped her hand through Blakes long black hair, feeling the delicate locks tangling between her fingers.

Weiss lowered herself deeper onto Blakes cock, the press of the faunus’s skin against the back of her thighs accompanying the feeling of fullness as Blake hilted inside of her. Weiss had never felt anything like this before. Even the maidenly explorations she had made with her fingers alone at night had no chance of comparing to this. As she began to move once more Weiss could feel the regular rise and fall of Blakes penis inside of her body, clutching herself tighter to Blakes shoulders for support.

Weiss leant forward to press her lips against Blakes lips, their tongues wrestling in tune with each thrust of Blakes member inside of her white-haired beauty. Blake drove deeper and deeper with each thrust, encroaching upon places that had never been delved before. Weiss could feel her release fast approaching, firm in the knowledge that she was not yet ready to surrender herself to being overtaken.

Weiss braced herself against Blake and withdrew the faunus’s cock from inside her pussy. Weiss clambered herself off Blakes lap, rising on quivering legs to stand in front of her. Weiss reached down to draw Blake to her feet beside her.

Weiss stepped over to the side, bracing her hands on the back of the Divan. Weiss shook her hips invitingly as she presented her backside to Blakes lustful gaze. Blake shifted herself to stand behind Weiss, passing the palm of her hand across the soft skin of Weiss’s bare back. Blake could feel the girl’s muscles tensing beneath her fingers.

“Do you want me to…?” Blake began to ask.

Weiss simply answered by reaching back behind herself, grasping her firm butt cheeks in her fingers and drawing them apart to reveal her puckered butthole in the centre of it all. Blakes question was swiftly answered for her, privately astounded that such a seemingly sweet and innocent girl would offer such a thing so freely.

Blake reached her fingers underneath of Weiss, teasing her fingers across the aristocratic woman’s pussy lips.

“I thought you were going to-” Weiss prepared to ask, her query suddenly silenced as Blakes explorative fingers brushed past a particularly sensitive spot.

“Patience, Snowflake” Blake soothed, as her free hand softly caressed Weiss’s pert butt. Blakes other hand continued to tease her fingers across Weiss’s pussy, gathering the young woman’s wetness on the very tips of her fingers.

Blake withdrew her fingers, admiring the glisten of Weiss’s fluids passing across her fingertips. Blake caressed the moistened tips of her fingers around the delicate ring of Weiss’s butthole, teasing her fingers inside as she felt Weiss’s muscles clench around the sudden intrusion. Weiss’s grip tightened around the back of the seat for support as she felt Blake’s fingers lingering inside of her.

Blake slowly began to move her fingers further into the depths of the heiress’s ass, turning her fingers around to touch every corner and crevice she could reach. Each pass of her fingers was met by another delightful quiver as she caressed one sensitive spot after another.

Blake withdrew her finger from Weiss’s ass with a wet pop. Blake grasped the base of her cock and guided the tip towards the opening of Weiss’s ass. Blake brushed the bulbous head across the ring of muscle, eliciting a sharp yelp of surprise from the white-haired heiress.

“Relax, my beautiful snowflake” Blake cooed softly, caressing her hand across Weiss’s smooth back.

Blake reached down to grasp Weiss’s sides in her hands for support. Pressing herself forwards inside of Weiss as her shaft buried inside of Weiss’s pussy. Blake pulled herself back before easing her way back inside her with another firm thrust. Blake swiftly descended into a regular beat of thrusts and counter thrusts, feeling the movement radiating through Weiss’s body with every iteration.

The young heiress’s hole proved even more tantalising than her pussy, the ceaseless grip of her muscles endlessly convulsing around her. Blake reached forward to grasp Weiss’s pert breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples in her hands. Blake alternated between rolling, pinching and gently pulling on the hardened nubs. Each elicited a unique reaction but every one only served to enhance the pleasure of their copulation.

Weiss’s fingers clawed on the back of the seat as Blake continued to thrust in and out of her, their lovemaking growing in pace and speed with each passing second. Blake leant forward, kissing her way across the back of Weiss’s neck. Blakes lips latched around the back of Weiss’s neck, sucking hungrily at the flesh between her lips.

Blake reached the limit of her pleasure, feeling her entire body convulse as she let loose with a release inside of Weiss’s tight ass. Weiss followed swiftly behind her, her pussy leaking wetness onto the antique divan beneath her. Weiss’s support from her arms swiftly faltered, relying on Blake for support as she descended to lay down on the divan.

Blake lounged herself at the base of the divan, her heart pounding inside of her as her chest heaved with exertion. Weiss lay spread over the divan, her body quivering with excitement as the waves of pleasure of her orgasm continued to wash over her.

Weiss glanced aside to look at Blake as her faunus lover turned to meet her gaze. Weiss leant down to plant a deep kiss on Blakes puckered lips. Blake knew she would enjoy being able to draw such a beautiful model again.

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<Their coupling nearly discovered by Winter returning early forced Weiss and Blake to escape through the bowels of the ship until they emerged back on the deck. Overwhelmed with joy and adrenaline the two lovers spun and twirled across the deck bathed in the moonlight. Weiss drew Blake back into a hearty embrace>

Weiss breathlessly: “When the ship docks, I’m getting off with you”

Blake, equally breathless: “That’s crazy”

Weiss, still breathless: “I know, it doesn’t make any sense. That’s why I trust you”

<Weiss leans forward, her lips lightly brushing against Blakes as she prepared too-

A deep rumble pulsed through the ship, the waves that a moment ago had been still suddenly became turbulent. Out from the inky blackness rose a Grimm Sea Feilong. The creature’s wide jaws opened in an ear-splitting roar as it caught sight of its prey>

Weiss shouting the heavens: “Dammit world, why do you hate our love!”

<After reaching the part of the story as Blake was completing her sketch>

Old Weiss: “My heart was pounding the entire time, it was the most erotic moment of my life”

<The crew of the salvage ship linger with bated breath at her story>

Old Weiss: “Up until then at least”

Crewmember: “So what happened next?”

Old Weiss: “You mean, did we do it?”

<A smarmy smirk passes between the assembled crew>

Old Weiss: “Well, after Blake was finished drawing I reached down and gently held her <BZZ> while she put her hand up my <BZZ> until <BZZ> which I never imagined you could but she <BZZ> like it was nothing by which time we’d both <BZZ> so instead we just <BBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZ>. So, in answer to your question, yes”

<The crew find themselves holding back dry heaves at the sharp contrast between the sweet old woman and her unabashed description of events>

Old Weiss flatly: “I’m 101 years old with five grandkids, I’m hardly going to be ashamed to admit I lived a full life now am I”

After writing that I can never see that scene in the same light ever again. And thanks to this, neither can you.
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The Remnant Armada