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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.
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Salem, Solo, Tease, Self-Bondage, Masturbation, Futanari, Vaginal, Anal, ASMR Inspired, JOI Inspired, Dildo

The flickering of candles danced across the high walls of the citadel, Evernight Castle. The broad windows glowed with the deep purples and crimsons which marked the lands beyond as no longer part of the natural world, as the heart of the Lands of Darkness.

Salem, mistress of the Grimm, lay spread across her chaise longue in the centre of her private quarters. A black robe with deep red trim was draped across her pale skin. Her long white hair was tied in a loose ponytail cascading down her back, a few rebellious strands falling down to caress her soft cheeks. The woman had a large tome cradled in her elegant arms, her deep red eyes scanning across each page from behind a pair of elegant, ovular glasses.

Salem looked up to notice a guest stepping into her chambers. “A visitor?”

Salem allowed the book to fall loose in her arms, laying it against the seat of the sofa. “How, unexpected”

Salem guided them to sit upon the chair in front of her. Salem teased her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. “Tell me, how did you get in here without my notice?”

Salem considered the visitor in front of her. “To wander the wastes alone, you must be very brave and very foolish. What could have possibly brought you here?”

Salem’s eyes flashed in surprise. “You wished to meet me? How very, flattering”

Salem raised her arm in a flourish in front of her. “Well, here I am. I could only hope that it was worth the effort. And why, would someone go to such trouble to meet me in person?”

Salem’s dark eyes narrowed.

“You wish to learn the history of the Grimm?” Salem raised a wry smile. “And what makes you think that you are even capable of understanding? I have lived for millennia before your kind even started scurrying about in the brush eating grubs and moss”

Salem continued to stare in front of her. “You still wish to learn? Quite the impertinent one aren’t you”

Salem closed her book and laid it down on the small table beside her. “I must admit you, intrigue me”

Salem slipped her legs off of the chaise longue, every movement fluid and enchanting in its elegance as she moved to sit up in her seat. “But before we begin, you best make yourself comfortable”

Salem lifted herself from her seat. “Here”

Salem reached forwards towards her visitor, accompanied by the sound of ruffling fabric as her robe cascaded over her body. The dark mistress of the Grimm breathed softly. Her tongue clicked idly in concentration as she fussed over some small detail, some little thing which found itself carelessly out of place. With her attention consumed she was hardly to notice as the fabric of her robe began to creep across the curve of her shoulder. The slip of her robe revealed yet more of her deep pale white skin beneath, sharply contrasted against the jet black of the fabric.

The witch only seemed to take note of her sudden state of undress as a tender breeze brushed past her skin, eliciting a sudden cluster of bumps to erupt across her otherwise smooth skin. It seemed as much of a surprise to the witch herself as her visitor that she proved suspectable to such mortal concerns.

“Oh, my apologises” Salem mused as she reached down to slip her robe back into place. “I have lived here alone for so long. Sometimes I forget myself when I have, company”

Salem returned her attention to her visitor. “Now, to the reason why you’ve come here. While I may not seem it now, I was once a princess of a powerful kingdom” Salem found herself becoming swept up by the memories of it all. “But that was such a long time ago now. To be honest, I feel rather old just saying it”

Salem’s cheeks flushed beneath her skin. “Oh, I don’t look old?” A devilish smile crept across her lips. “Careful, I don’t take act kindly towards sycophants”

Salem shifted in her seat as she returned to her story. “Yet, despite my status I was treated more like a prize than a princess. That was until a valiant knight came for me. She climbed the tower and took me away from that place. She risked everything to save me”

Salem felt her chest swell as the memories came back to her, setting her heart aflutter in anticipation. “We went away from the rest of the world. We lived deep in the forests on the edge of a small town, an idyllic lifestyle of peace and harmony. It turns out my lover was something of a screamer. She rather enjoyed when I took her from behind with my…”

Something began to rise from beneath the lap of Salem’s loose robe.

“But I digress” Salem fanned herself softly as her cheeks began to glow with the redness of her exertion. “Has it become rather warm in here?”

Salem reached up to shift her robes further across her shoulder, unveiling the deep valley of her cleavage between her chest.

“That’s better” Salem sighed blissfully. “Where was I? Oh yes, Ozmina. But, you’re not here to hear of such things”

Salem considered for a moment. “Perhaps there is a better way”

Salem leant over to reach beneath her seat. Such a position offed her visitor a clear view through the deep gap between Salem’s luscious breasts. The looseness of the robe fluttered so low as to allow a glimpse of dark nipple peaking the top of her pale breast. Salem raised herself back up again, holding an item between her hands concealed beneath a dark cloth.

Salem withdrew the cloth covering to reveal a crystal ball held between her hands, the tips of her fingernails clinking across the glass surface. The deep crimson glow of the crystal ball matched her own piercing red eyes.

“This is an ancient artifact” Salem explained. “Such items are of use only to those few who can decipher its secrets”

Salem held out the crystal ball towards her visitor, “Relax, let its secrets reveal themselves to you”

Images, visions, precognitions began to play across the surface of the orb. Salem as she cast herself into the Grimm pool. Her life with Ozmina. Her daughters, the maidens. Her work as the mistress of the Grimm.

The visions began to change. They saw Salem using a crafted Grimm dildo. She was riding atop a bestial torso sybian. Salem constrained by tight forming bondage straps.

Salem’s visitor returned to the moment at hand, greeted by Salem shifting forward to meet them. “Did you see something?”

Salem’s head shifted. “Me? How flattering” Salem leant in closer. “Tell me, what did you see?”

Salem’s cheeks suddenly flushed a deep crimson red with embarrassment. Her eyes flashed wide.

“How preposterous” Salem was quick to protest. “Whatever makes you think such things could possibly be-”

Salem silenced herself, her eyes aflutter as she sought to focus on anything else she could. In the end, Salem leant forwards towards her visitor, speaking in a hushed tone as though the walls around them could overhear her. “How about this. If you promise not to breath a word to anyone” Salem steadied herself. “I’ll… show you”

Salem looked as though even she was surprised she could offer such a thing. Salem reached a shaking hand up to her shoulder, teasing the hem of her robe between her fingers.

Salem stared back at her visitor “Do not forget. The alternative is that I ensure that you will never be able to speak of such things ever again. Or anything else for that matter” Salem’s piercing red eyes assured her visitor that this was no idle threat. “Very well”

Salem’s fingers continued to play across the edge of her robe. “I guess I can’t show you dressed like this”

Salem reached up to remove her glasses with an elegant flourish. Reaching back, she loosened her ponytail, passing her fingers through her silvery hair as it cascaded across her back. The witches robe began to slip down the curve of her shoulder. The descent of her robe down past her chest revealed the ample swell of her breasts, the pale white skin capped off by the dark circle and the gentle indentation of her inverted nipples.

“I hope I’m not a disappointment to you” Salem meekly admitted.

Salem’s lap remained covered as if there was something she did not wish to be known. Salem reached her hands up to cup the mounds of her chest. Her breasts formed over the tops of her fingers as her hands moved upwards, the heavy globes dropping back into place as her fingers passed over them.

Salem circled the tips of her fingers towards the peak of her breasts, the effect swiftly becoming ever more pronounced as they drew closer to the centre. Crossing the cusp of her dark areole sent a shiver rippling through her body, spiralling towards the deep divot which concealed her pert nipples. The soft caresses of her fingers teased the sensitive nub out like a creature being tempted from its burrow. The sudden brush of the cool air across her the tip urged them to an even greater degree of hardness, rising until they were both standing proud and erect before her. Salem reached up to pinch her nipples, a deep moan of ecstasy combined with a twitching of her robe across her lap.

“My apologises” Salem admitted. “I don’t do this very often and they are rather, sensitive”

It was not hard to uncover the hint of untruth in that assertion. Salem’s hands began to move deftly down her front, caressing atop the mound of her robes laid out in her lap. Salem unfurled the front of her robes, laying the two halves aside on the couch beside her. Unveiling her robe uncovered both her wide, shapely hips and her raging stiff member already raising itself to half hardness fuelled by anticipation alone.

Salem’s long fingers wrapped around the curved base of her shaft, ghosting up and down the smooth skin all the way to the tip. The tips of her fingers began to circle around the head, feeling the soft glans shift and move beneath her touch. Salem’s other hand drifted down her front, teasing across the outer lips of her pussy. The tips of her fingers dared to reach inside herself, caressing the inside of her pussy as she urged the burning heat to rise.

Salem withdrew her fingers from inside of herself, reaching up to her lips to suck them clean. A deep smile emerged across her lips as she tasted the sweet nectar, just as delectable as she remembered. Having thoroughly cleaned them of their juice Salem swiftly returned her fingers to her pussy, daring to reach deeper than she had before.

Salem continued to finger herself as her other hand rubbed up and down the length of her erect shaft. The two sources of pleasure began to build, one atop the other, as she felt her approach swiftly beginning to approach. The dark witch eventually reached her limit, her pussy spraying across her fingers as her shaft erupted in a shower of pearly white cum over her clenched hand. Salem’s body convulsed with pleasure, urging more and more of the cum to burst free of her body.

As the high of her release began to dissipate Salem reluctantly withdrew her fingers from inside of herself, unwrapping her hand from around her pulsing shaft. Salem admired the delectable mess her release had made of her hands. The witch reached up to lick and suck her fingers clean of her release. The combination of the sweetness and the saltiness of her juices combining together was a unique taste. Yet despite her release, the mistress’s cock remained erect and ready.

Salem glanced across at the creation sitting between them, a jet-black mimicry of a curvaceous torso combining the ample bust of a woman and the proud shaft of a male erection. The item bared all the markings of a creation formed of Grimm magic.

“I suppose you want me to use that as well” Salem suggested, already well aware of the answer.

Salem lifted herself from her seat, allowing her robe to wash effortlessly from her body as she rose naked in front of her visitor. She stepped forward with an elegant sway of her wide hips before climbing atop the futa dildo. Salem braced her hands against the ample bust of the chest for support as she nestled her thighs on either side of its wide base.

Salem reached around to grasp the shaft of the dildo into her hand, guiding the tip towards her weeping pussy as she descended. Salem’s body rippled with pleasure as she felt her lips part at the press of the head, accepting the cock inside of her as her body filled with its girth. Salem continued her descent until the entire body of the cock was firmly held inside of her. Salem raised herself up before driving down onto it once again. Salem’s erect cock swung in front of her with each forceful movement of her hips.

Salem circled her arms behind her back. Black cords of Grimm energy emerged from the ether behind her, each thin tie wrapping and constricting until her arms were bound securely behind her back. Salem continued to bounce wildly atop her plaything, her heaving breasts swinging and bouncing with each thrust and counter-thrust of her body.

A bulge began to emerge from the base of the torso behind Salem. The bulge grew, shifting and forming into a second shaft of a cock. The tip of the new cock teased against the opening of her ass as she descended before she swiftly pulled herself away with her next movement.

The shaft continued to grow. The tip pressed into Salem’s ass upon her next descent. Another upthrust. Another descent forced the head of the cock inside of her seemingly of its own sordid volition. The surprise intrusion only spurred Salem to greater heights of pleasure, her body writhing and her lips moaning deeply as she was penetrated from both sides simultaneously.

Salem could only sustain herself for so long before her entire body was wracked with convulsions of ecstasy. Her pussy let loose with a rain of juice down upon the torso, the wide shaft still buried inside of her unable to resist the powerful flow.

At the same time the tip of her cock erupted in a shower of pearly white cum. Some splatted across the torso beneath her. Some reached across the table in front of her. A few energetic droplets stained the carpet at the far side of the table.

Salem was panting and sweating. She leant forward heavily on top of the dildo still buried deep inside of her. The restraints around her arms dispelled. Salem relaxed her arms, rolling her shoulders in an effort to relieve the inevitable knot of tension which had formed there. Salem turned towards her visitor with utter bliss burning deep in her eyes.

The mistress climbed off of her creation, the torso dispelling in a plume of black smoke along with the rest of her creations. Salem sat herself down on the sofa, drawing her robe back up over her shoulders. She left the robe unbound, her breasts and her slowly deflating member left fully on display.

“I hope that the display was, satisfactory, for you” Salem said. Salem glanced out at the window. “You won’t be able to make it through the wastes at this time of night. Instead, you may use the guest quarters for the night”

Salem waved her arm aside. “You’ll find them just down the hallway, next to mine. There is just, one thing” Salem leant forward. Her eyes began to burn with red hot fury, a black shroud surrounding her. “Do not dare to speak a word of what you have just witnessed”

As quickly as it had emerged, the Witch’s aura had dissipated. Her eyes once more dulled into a soft, warming glow. “Sleep tight”

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

<The door opens, light pouring into the darkened room as a figure stepped inside. The door closed behind them.>

Salem, coquettishly: “Hey cutie”

<Salem crept forward, slipping beneath the covers of the bed>

Salem, coquettishly: “You know, that show got me all worked up. But silly me, I never thought about what you must be feeling. All tense and excited no doubt”

<Salem traces her hands across her bare shoulder, slowly creeping down their arm>

Salem, coquettishly: “So, how about I do you a little extra favour and-”

<The skin beneath Salem’s fingers suddenly turned cold and skeletal>

Salem, shocked: “Holy crap it’s Cinder!”

<Salem swiftly leaps out of the bed, watching as Cinder rolled over to stare confused at Salem>

Salem, panicking: “Um, you see… I…”

<Salem turned away to leave, deciding that as the Mistress of the Grimm she did not have to explain herself to anyone>

Salem turns back towards Cinder, pure venom dripping in her voice: “Don’t you dare say anything about this”

<Salem stormed out of the room as Cinder was left staring in complete bewilderment>
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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