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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.
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Contains: Weiss x Blake (Monochrome), Voyeurism, Masturbation, 69, Mild Dom, Fingering, Breast Sucking, Weiss is secretly really thirsty

So many decisions in life could be explained with the phrase ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’. Yeah, it had seemed like a good idea over an hour ago. Now though, not so much.

This once seemingly good idea now left Weiss Schnee, heiress to the single largest corporation in all the Kingdoms of Remnant, laying prone beneath her teammates bed. Weiss had entered into this arrangement attempting to prove that she could be fun, to show what she could be like when she was a little more impulsive.

At first it had been her genuine excitement that had sustained her, driven by the prospect of getting her own back at a certain blonde for claiming she didn’t know how to have fun. Those feelings had swiftly contorted as the time passed into dogged determination to see what she had started through to the end. Now it was simply unabashed stubbornness which kept her rooted to her hiding place.

But just Weiss prepared herself to declare the entire exercise a lesson in failure the metallic click of the door latch releasing reached her ears. Weiss held her breath in restrained anticipation, finally she was here. From her hiding place Weiss could see the door to the shared dorm room open, hear the heavy footfalls against the carpeted floor. Just as she thought, she didn’t realise Weiss was there at all.

Her target sat themselves down on the edge of the bed. Weiss prepared to reach her hand out and grab their exposed ankle, the sound of their panicked screams would more than make up for-

Those shapely legs disappeared as they pulled themselves up onto the bed. Weiss silently cursed herself as her chance swept past her in a heartbeat. This left the heiress to ponder what she was supposed to do now.

While she was captivated by her thoughts, she suddenly saw a pile of white cloth remarkably reminiscent of a school shirt being tossed unceremoniously onto the carpet in front of her.

‘Why would she be getting changed in the middle of the day?’

Ever the practical, Weiss had prepared herself for such an eventuality. Shifting to reach into the pocket of her skirt Weiss retrieved her small hand mirror. Opening it up she slid it across the carpeted floor, reaching out to adjust the angle for a better view. Weiss clasped her hand over her mouth as she caught sight of what was happening. For one, her would be victim was not who she had been expecting.

Blake was hunched over her bed, the curve of her magnificent behind raised high off the bed, her skirt pulled up around her waist. Her pink panties were hastily discarded on the bed beside her. Her fingers were buried between her spread legs, teasing and poking eagerly at the boundary of her outer lips.

Weiss forced herself not to panic. One of the things she prided herself on was being able to remain calm even in the most extreme of circumstances. Weiss forced herself to inhale deeply even as the sound of the Faunus’s deep moans played across her ears.

Blake continued to finger herself, teasing herself deeper with each thrust and counterthrust. Blakes moans grew deeper with every moment. Her whole body quivered with each brush of her fingers across her sensitive folds. Her lack of a bra caused her erect nipples to rub against the sheets, sending fresh quivers rippling through her body as the nerves were stimulated.

Blakes free hand clawed at the bedspread beneath her for support, her whole front practically raking its way across the sheets in a desperate effort to elicit even a small amount of further pleasure. The dark-haired Faunus seemed to alternate between thrusting her fingers inside her pussy and merely circling the tips around the very edge of her moistened lips.

Blakes moans began to grow deeper and louder, signalling her fast approaching release. Blake buried her face in the mound of her pillow, biting down on the soft fabric to stifle herself even as the rest of her body was a flurry of activity in the full fury of her orgasm. She was really doing it and all Weiss could do was lay there and listen.

Blakes release soon came to a merciful conclusion, her body falling limp atop the bed as she idly pawed at the sheets beneath her. Weiss could swear she could even hear her teammate purring in utter contentment. Weiss by contrast was on the verge of some mental break. Only her deep breathing was keeping her on the correct side of her sanity.

Weiss dared to peer into the mirror once more, feeling somewhat cautious of what more she might uncover. Blake still lay spread out on the bed, her eyes fluttering closed and her muscles pulsing with the warm afterglow of her orgasm.

Weiss saw her moment. Crawling out stealthily from underneath the bed Weiss raised herself onto her hands and knees as she made her way across the dorm. If she could just get the door open without Blake noticing maybe she could-

“Weiss!”

Weiss froze in place, a million panicking thoughts circulating inside her head. She’d been found out, caught in the act. She knew that there was only one thing she could do.

Pulling herself to her feet Weiss turned to face Blake directly. She found the black-haired beauty having pulled herself up onto her knees, the bedsheets clutched tightly to protect her modesty as best she could.

Weiss was quick to turn the attention back towards her companion, pointing an accusing finger towards her. “Blake, what are you doing! This is a shared dorm room; you can’t be doing stuff like that”

“Me?” Blake objected. “You were the one hiding under my bed!”

Weiss was swiftly cast onto the back foot; she’d lost the initiative. “It doesn’t matter what I was doing” Weiss was quick to deflect. “You’re the one who was doing… that, in our room”

“You were watching?” Blake asked.

“Yes, I saw it all” Weiss admitted. “I saw the whole thing and that is why you are-”

“You don’t realise who’s at fault here” Blake interrupted. “You were the one spying on me like some kind of voyeur”

“I wasn’t” Weiss stammered in reply. “I was trying to be fun and-”

“So, you just happened to be hiding under my bed with a mirror” Blake glared across at Weiss with those piercing amber eyes. “It seems the facts of the matter are clear”

Blake stepped off of her bed, keeping the bedsheet clutched tightly to her front. Blake stepped across the dorm towards Weiss. Weiss stepped back. Blakes demeanour made her an imposing figure when she wished, no matter her attire.

Weiss took another step back. The heiress felt something solid strike the back of her knees. Her balance toppled as she fell back onto the bed. Blake saw her moment and leapt upon the heiress. Before she even realised it Blake had pinned Weiss’s hands above her head with one of her own. The other kept the loose bedsheets drawn across her front.

“You’re a dirty pervert, Weiss Schnee” Blake accused.

“I’m not-” Weiss protested weakly.

“You are, you’re a pervert” Blake reaffirmed. “And you need to be punished”

Weiss’s cheeks flared red at the insinuation. “If that’s what you need to do” she replied in a timid voice. “I won’t resist”

Blake felt herself falter for a moment. Her mind had carried her this far but no further. She had expected Weiss to object or to offer some apology she could accept. But to see the heiress to the Schnee fortune laid meekly before her set Blakes heart aflutter. While part of her told the Faunus she could not follow through with such a threat another part assured her it would be foolhardy not to.

Blake loosened her grip on Weiss’s hands, the heiress dutifully keeping her hands in place above her head as she made no attempt to escape. Blake reached down to grasp the button of Weiss’s white school shirt, releasing it with a single flick of her wrist. Blake expected that it would take only a few more buttons to be undone before Weiss faltered and pleaded for her to stop.

Blake released another button of Weiss’s shirt, the frilly edge of her underwear peeking out from beneath the fabric of her shirt. Blake faltered for the moment, lingering as she waited for Weiss to protest or throw her off. The white-haired beauty merely glanced aside, embarrassed at the rosy hue emerging across her cheeks.

Blake continued to undo Weiss’s top even further, revealing more of Weiss’s snow-white bra underneath. The heiress’s chest heaved with exhilaration as the tips of Blakes fingers caressed the cup of Weiss’s bra. Blake was sure she could feel the bud of the girl’s nipple rising to meet the underside of her palm.

Despite Weiss’s insistence Blake could plainly see the embarrassment across her face hidden just beneath the façade of confidence. It was no secret amongst those who knew her best that beneath Weiss’s maturity she could prove hopelessly naïve when it came to matters of intimacy.

Blake decided that she would take the first step. It somehow seemed appropriate that she be the one to expose herself first.

Blake shuffled herself across the bed as she moved back from crouching over the heiress. Some may be tempted to use the moment of freedom to escape or protest. Weiss simply lay on the bed, silently awaiting her punishment. Blake moved her arm as she allowed the bed sheet to pass over her front to fall onto the bed, revealing the high swell of her breasts. It seemed only fair that she be the one to reveal herself first.

Blake reached her hands down to undo the clasp at the side of her skirt. Unfurling the zip, she allowed the red plaid material to fall to the floor at her feet. This final act left Blake standing naked in front of Weiss.

Blake crawled back onto the bed, prowling on top of Weiss like a beast ready to devour its prey. Blakes fingers curled around the front of Weiss’s bra, drawing it out of the way to reveal her bright pink nipples already perky and erect beneath. Blake leant closer, trailing a moist line with the tip of her tongue through the valley of her cleavage.

Blake kissed her lips to the peak of the modest swell of Weiss’s chest. Another kiss, another. It was not long before the whole of Weiss’s bust was dressed in a constellation of kisses. Blake latched her lips to the peak of the engorged nub, feeling the erect nipple shifting beneath the caress of her tongue. Blake closed her teeth around the nipple, Weiss’s chest heaving into her as a low moan rumbled past her lips.

Blakes fingers began to trail down Weiss’s flat stomach. Her fingers ghosted across the front of Weiss’s skirt. A simple flick of her wrist revealed the heiresses snow white underwear. The Faunus’s fingers began to tease along the line between the heiress’s spread legs, feeling the warm patch of moisture beneath her fingertip.

Blake traced back up to the lip of the heiress’s underwear, tracing along the boundary where the fabric met her skin. The black-haired beauty slipped beneath the hem of her panties, caressing across the heiress’s pussy.

Weiss felt her body tense at the faintest touch. The Faunus’s fingers passed back and forth across the heiress’s outer lips. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she fought to keep the pleasure rising inside of her from showing on her cheeks.

“I told you, you’re a pervert” Blake cooed.

Lifting her fingers from between the heiress’s legs, Blake marvelled at the moist glean of the other girl’s juice. The Faunus held her fingers up, presenting Weiss with undeniable proof of her wetness.

“And you know what needs to be done to perverted girls?” Blake asked.

“What?” Weiss asked even the tinge of excitement seeped into her voice.

Blake stared down at Weiss, allowing the implication of her words to linger between them. Without another word Blake raised herself up in front of Weiss, turning over to straddle the heiress’s face as she laid out in the 69 position.

It was at this moment, staring up at Blakes pussy above her, that any lingering sense of composure the heiress had been fighting to maintain swiftly disintegrated. Weiss had never seen another woman’s pussy so close before. She was only familiar with her own through the aid of a mirror.

“You don’t have to…” Blake spoke beneath her breath.

“What?” Weiss asked.

“You don’t have to, you know…” Blakes voice faltered. “Return the favour. If you don’t want to”

Weiss’s cheeks erupted in a fresh sea of rosy redness. Weiss lifted herself up to press her mouth against Blakes pussy lips. She began kissing her way around the edge of her walls in a seemingly random barrage. Blake leant down to caress the tip of her tongue around Weiss’s pussy, following the outer line in a teasing circle.

Weiss felt her body clench at Blakes touch, this was the first time that anyone else had been intimate there. Weiss tried to match her movements to Blakes, dabbing and swishing her tongue across Blakes lips. Weiss’s tongue brushed past the tip of Blakes clit. The Faunus suddenly tightened in reply, assuring Weiss that she had found the right place.

Weiss refocused her efforts on this single point, latching her lips around the erect bud as she began to suck with unrestrained abandon. Blake was swift to reply as her tongue continued to tease and probe between the heiress’s lips, lashing wildly back and forth as deeply as she could reach.

Weiss struggled to maintain her hold over Blakes clit as the Faunus’s attentions intensified. The moment that Blake touched a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves was the moment that Weiss lost any lingering hold she had over Blakes clit. A deep moan erupted from between the heiress’s lips. The heiress’s moan only deepened as Blakes explorative tongue drove deeper into her quivering pussy.

Weiss’s body trembled with the overwhelming passion of her first experience. This felt completely alien from anything she ever had done for herself before. Weiss had to stifle herself just to keep from crying out. In her desperation Weiss resorted to using her fingers, trying to mimic the actions of her tongue by tracing the very tips of her fingers around the bulb of the Faunus’s clit.

Blake felt her body tense at Weiss’s intrusion. While her tongue had been soft and tender her fingers were solid and direct. Blake redoubled her efforts, burying her face between Weiss’s legs in a desperate ploy to muffle any more sounds from escaping. Any pretence about extracting some measure of punishment for Weiss’s indiscretions was lost. If Weiss was a pervert, then what did that make the girl who was currently sucking and licking the sweet juice from between the heiress’s lips like some exotic fruit.

Such enthusiasm could not be sustained indefinitely. One final pass of Blakes tongue through her core was all that was necessary to drive Weiss into a cycle of ecstasy she could do little to pull herself free from. The heiress howled in pleasure, a testament to the skill of the Faunus’s tongue still buried between her legs.

For her reward, Blake was gifted with the sudden unexpected wash of Weiss’s release across her spread tongue. The swiftness and intensity of the flood was difficult for Blake to swallow, forcing the remainder to dribble obscenely down the shorter girls’ creamy white thighs to stain the already dishevelled bedsheets.

Weiss clutched and clawed at Blakes pussy for support. The brash roughness of her actions served to drive Blake closer towards the looming point of no return. It was not long before Weiss received an equally intense flood of cum across her lips. At first Weiss fought to contain the salty sweet nectar only for it to swiftly prove too great for her, allowing it to ooze down her cheeks onto the bed.

Blake rolled over onto the bed beside Weiss. The intensity of their shared orgasm removed any lingering thoughts from their minds. The two lovers eventually summoned the energy to pull themselves up into the bed, laying side by side. Although the bed had not been intended for use by more than one person there was enough space to be comfortable, provided the occupants were not averse to some intimate cuddling.

“Let’s not tell Yang about this” Blake spoke first.

“Or Ruby” Weiss added. “Because you know she’ll just tell Yang”

Blake nodded softly in agreement. Neither of them was quite sure what any of this meant. But they were eager to find out.

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Despite their experience together Weiss simply can’t summon herself to just ask Blake out again. Instead, she decides to pursue a roundabout solution to annoy and frustrate Blake until, in a moment of passion, she’ll once more force herself on the heiress.

All this swiftly came to a head when Weiss insisted on referring to Blakes mother Kali as ‘She’. This was how Weiss found herself with her back pressed against the wall of the dorm, Blakes hands wrapped tightly around her shoulders as the other woman’s eyes practically glowed with fury.

Weiss’s heart pounded in her chest.

Weiss’s thoughts: ‘This is it; this is how I’m going to be taken. I want her roughly; I want to feel her hands buried inside my quivering-’

<Blakes restrains herself, her moment of anger passing>

Blake, calmly: “No, I need to be better than this”

Weiss’s thoughts: ‘Wait, what?’

<Blake lets go of Weiss>

Blake: “If I want to show the world Faunus aren’t just rabid animals, I need to be able to control myself from such out-”

<Weiss tackles Blake to the floor, straddling the Faunus underneath her>

Weiss, on the verge of hysteria: “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take me already!”

Blake, resisting: “Weiss, calm down!”

Weiss: “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a pervert for you! I’ll do that thing you liked with my-”

<Weiss and Blake look over to see Yang standing in the doorway to the RWBY Dorm>

Blake to Yang: “Yang, help! She threw herself on top of me and she’s trying to have her way with me!”

Weiss: “Shut up, that’s my line!”

They say “Not all who thirst get to drink”, seems rather apt in Weiss’s case.
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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