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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Contains Team RWBY: Nudity in Dorm, No Incest, Sisterly hugging, Legal Age Ruby
Weiss x Yang (Freezerburn): Tsundere Weiss, Shower Sex, Towel drying kink, 69 position, Oral, Vaginal Fingering, Arse Worship, Light Spanking, Bellabooty ain’t got nothing on the Yangtail

“Oh, hey Weiss”

The cheery way in which Ruby Rose delivered her welcome would, on the surface at least, lead one to believe that there was nothing which could be considered amiss about their current situation. The reality was the casual nature of the greeting was sharply juxtaposed by the crimsonettes state of dress, or rather lack thereof. As Weiss had returned to the dorm room to find her leader dressed without a shred of clothing. Even the latest copy of Swords, Also Guns magazine in her hand was in no way being used to maintain even an attempt at modesty.

“You’re naked!” Weiss blurted out in surprise.

Ruby glanced down at herself as if only now realising after someone had specifically pointed it out to her. “It’s hot”

Weiss had to allow herself a moment to process Rubys response, said as if it were the answer to every question Weiss could ever think to ask about this situation. Granted, Vale was just entering the height of summer and the provision of air conditioning in the dorms wasn’t exemplary. Still, Weiss struggled to make sense of the logical leap which had brought Ruby to the conclusion that such a response was sufficient.

“But why are you naked?” Weiss asked again.

“This is how I cool down” Ruby replied. “It’s how we used to do it back home”

‘Was she completely missing something here?’

“But you’re not at home” Weiss felt her fingers beginning to unconsciously clench into stark representations of Beowolf claws. “You’re here, in a shared dorm”

“So what, I don’t mind” Ruby continued with the same level tone as if Weiss had asked if she could borrow her weapon repair kit.

“I mind!” Weiss’s voice cracked with emotion bordering on sheer panic as Ruby still made no attempt to conceal herself as the conversation continued unabated. “What if someone else were to come in and see you?”

“Chill out, Weiss”

Weiss recognised the voice, as well as the accompanying snigger at their own ridiculous pun. Weiss had been so consumed by Ruby that she hadn’t even noticed Yang laying on her bed atop the bunk, idly scanning through her scroll perched atop her ample bust like Remnants most convenient scroll holder. Yang climbed off her bed and stood proudly beside her sister, her long blonde hair cascading over the front of her shoulders offering some small shred of modesty. This small redeeming quality of her hair draped across her nipples was rather undermined by the rest of her being unabashedly on display.

Seeing the two sisters standing together it was hard to imagine that the two were even tangentially related. Ruby was short, lithe and with only a hint of muscle focussed in her arms and legs from her time spent running and wielding Crescent Rose. Yang was taller, more muscular in every conceivable place but without sacrificing a hint of her femininity. Weiss didn’t even need to comment on the distinction when it came to their busts.

Weiss snapped herself from her surprise. “Wha- you’re doing it too?”

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I?” Yang threw her arm across her little sister’s shoulder, bringing her into a tender embrace. It would have been a touching moment of sibling familiarity, had they been wearing clothes.

“Oh, I don’t know” Weiss made a tenuous step into the realm of sarcasm. “How about because you’re sisters!”

“Half-sisters” Yang clarified, as if that helped the situation. “Besides, this is totally normal in Patch. You would not believe how hot the summers can get there so this is how we beat the heat”

“We’re not in Patch!” Weiss was on the verge of a sanity meltdown. Such flagrant disregard for public sensibility was unthinkable in the far more conservative Atlas. That wasn’t even accounting the harsh climate which would soon deter any would be public nudists.

“Don’t I know it” Yang groaned. “If this were Patch I could be going outside and lounging in the shade. I tell you, there is nothing better than feeling the breeze across your bare…” as she said it Yang raised her arms high above her head in an indulgent stretch, bringing them down to her sides in a spread arc. Despite everything already being on show this act somehow made it seem even more indecent. Weiss clasped her hands across her eyes in an overdue attempt to preserve her sensibilities.

“I can’t believe this is real” Weiss muttered into her hands, as much to herself as to the sisters. “Does Blake even know you’re doing this?”

“Oh, I think she knows” Yang stifled back a titter from overtaking her. “Don’t you Blakey?”

‘She couldn’t be’

Weiss dared to peer out from between her thinly spread fingers. She was met by the sight of Blake reclining in her bed, naked as the two sisters, reading her novel and seemingly unperturbed despite the ongoing altercation. Weiss could understand these two, but Blake as well?

Any hopes the heiress might have had of Blake supporting her as the voice of reason was swiftly torn asunder. Weiss was convinced that she had lost her mind, that was the only conceivable explanation. Weiss turned and left the dorms, suddenly finding herself in desperate need of a cold shower somewhere far away.

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‘All mushrooms can be eaten, but some only once’ Such was the remark made by esteemed Vale Hunter Edward Ursa on the subject of procuring food from wild plants in the wilderness. In a single statement, he artfully summarises both the availability of edible plant species outside the populated cities and the dangers presented by many others. To add to the inherent risk some edible plants, to the untrained eye, appear indistinguishable from deadly poisons. Therefore, to a Huntress, an in-depth knowledge in the identification of flora can prove invaluable to their survival.

Taking an example in the Vacuo Nightshade found growing amongst the harsh deserts on the southern edge of…

Weiss’s patience had finally reached its limit, discarding her pen and leaning heavily back on her desk chair. The mention of the desert combined with the ceaseless heat of the dormitory was all she could stand. She couldn’t take this any longer. In the end she decided, perhaps against her better judgement were the circumstances more favourable, to simply surrender to temptation.

Stepping to her feet, Weiss grasped the edges of her school jacket and slipped it off of her shoulders before laying it neatly across her bed. Next, she removed the hair pin keeping her long hair in place, unfurling the mornings work to allow it to cast itself down her back. That was the easy part.

Weiss untied the bow of her shirt with a single pull, laying it aside with her jacket. Reaching back up she undid the first button of her dress shirt. She had done this so many times before, yet somehow this time proved so much more difficult. Finally reaching the last of the buttons she tentatively grasped the two halves of her shirt before finally working up the resolve to slip it from her body. She laid the shirt out on her bunk.

Next came her skirt. Weiss released the clasp concealed beneath the waistband, pulling the zip down and allowed it to fall to the ground under its own influence. Stepping out of her discarded skirt Weiss picked it up and laid it out on her bed beside everything else. The removal of her outer clothes left her standing in her matching pale blue underwear. Weiss considered putting on her nightdress for some semblance of decency but reasoned that would just put her right back where she started.

Sitting back down at her desk Weiss was already beginning to appreciate the effect, the air washing over her bare skin a welcome relief. Perhaps the two sisters really did have a point. Weiss relaxed back into her seat as she prepared to resume her work. But even as the heat left her body her mind still refused to focus.

Thoughts, that she had first attributed to the heat, continued to be brought to the forefront of her mind. At first, she had attributed them as an illusion of her heat addled mind. Now without that excuse to sustain her she was faced with the very real prospect of where they came from. These thoughts were of Yang, specifically they were thoughts of Yang naked. They were thoughts of a naked Yang beckoning her over with a coquettish smile that would not seem out of place in the bedroom eyes of a Vacuo courtesan as she lay bare across a sea of silken bedrolls as the soft scent of exotic spices wafted-

Weiss’s heart threatened to leap boldly from her chest as she heard the door lock disengage with a metallic click. Weiss had been so consumed with removing these thoughts from her mind lest their presence become known by her expression that she had never considered to regather her clothes before the opportunity had passed her by.

“Finally!”

Weiss heard the voice and began to despair over whether fate had allotted her position of its favourite chew toy for the day. Yang came into the dorm as if seemingly summoned by Weiss’s intimate thoughts of her, fresh from another of Professor Goodwitch’s interminable lectures. Yang had barely closed the door behind her before she was already shrugging off her school jacket with a heady sigh of relief.

Expecting her to simply stop there Weiss was taken aback to see Yang begin to unbutton her shirt. Weiss already knew exactly where the brawler intended to take this. Even if they were both girls this was not how things should be conducted properly. Clearing her throat, Weiss made her presence acutely known as she shifted to keep as much of herself concealed from Yangs view.

Yang glanced over at Weiss. “Oh, hey Weiss” Yang only faltered in her undressing for a moment, quickly resuming it without a care for Weiss’s presence.

“What are you doing?” Weiss asked.

“Getting undressed of course” Yang replied matter-of-factly.

“I meant why aren’t you doing it where I can’t see you?” Weiss asked.

“What’s the point?” Yang countered. “I’m going to be naked either way”

In sharp contrast to the meticulous order of Weiss, laying her clothes out neatly across her bed, Yang simply threw her crumpled clothes aside into a seemingly random constellation across the floor at the foot of her bed.

Weiss entertained the thought of giving up entirely, redressing herself and trying to find some semblance of peace in the library. But then she remembered the noise and the endless disruptions which would endeavour to make the heat the least of her annoyances. Weiss couldn’t bring herself to surrender now. She couldn’t demand that Yang change merely to satisfy her, that would only prove herself the pampered heiress she’d tried so hard to shake off of herself.

Weiss decided that the best option was to simply engross herself in her work.

…Vacuo, it bears a striking similarity to the common Ember Dragon Lily. While on the surface the two may appear interchangeable the consequences of misidentification have on occasion proven fatal. This is due to the Nightshades latent ability to induce-

“You working on that assignment for Port’s class?”

Yang leant over the back of Weiss’s chair to get a better view of her notes, the outside of her forearms pressing against Weiss’s shoulder blades.

“Man, I haven’t even started that yet” Yang bemoaned. “I’ve got a lot of reading to do on this Huntress from Vacuo who once managed to rip out a Beowolfs skull and beat-”

“What are you doing!” Weiss snapped, her arms flailing back in an undignified flurry. “I don’t want your sweaty arms all over me!”

Yang stepped back. Yang sometimes enjoyed teasing Weiss a little, partly it was to teach Weiss to loosen up but at the same time it taught Yang a lot about Atlas society. If the rest of Atlas was even half as uptight as Weiss could be Yang had to wonder how the Kingdom could even continue to function with such a collective stick up its arse.

“Glad to see you’re finally embracing the freedom and all but why are you still wearing your underwear?” Yang asked, deliberately evading Weiss’s momentary outburst. “Aren’t you still hot?”

Weiss had to admit that the presence of her underwear was causing the heat to gather in the most uncomfortable of places, but she could never admit that to Yang. “Because I still have some modicum of modesty to maintain” was the best response she could come up with in a panic, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the wall in front of her.

“Sure” Yang replied. “Whatever’s cool for you” Yang stretched her arms out, unkinking her tense muscles. “I’m going to take a shower” Yang headed out to the adjoining shower room, leaving Weiss to her work. While Yang enjoyed every opportunity to tease Weiss she wouldn’t get in her way when she was trying to work.

The dorm once more all to herself Weiss thought she would be free to return to her topic at hand. But once more, every time she tried to focus on her assignment her unconscious mind seemed to have other ideas for her, bringing thoughts of the boisterous brawler to her conscious focus.

How could she possibly be so infuriating and yet so captivating?

Adding to the distraction was the low hiss of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. Each Beacon dorm room had its own bathroom and shower to be shared between the four team members. Such an arrangement proved sufficient most of the year but with the fast encroach of summer the demand for showers was rising rapidly and suddenly one to four was proving a difficult ratio to live with.

Weiss was tempted by the mention of the shower. She had been so caught up in her work that she hadn’t even thought of it. Sense told her to wait until Yang was finished and go in after her. Another part of her, probably the same part of her seemingly enraptured by thoughts of a naked Yang, told her to follow. In the end, Weiss surrendered to the latter.

Rising from her chair Weiss stepped across the dorm room towards the bathroom door. She hesitated only for a moment before daring to follow Yang in after her.

The bathroom was relatively small but held all the usual amenities, intended only for use by one person at a time. Through the thin film of steam Weiss saw Yang in the shower across the room, her back presented to Weiss and blissfully unaware of her presence.

As Weiss watched the water spilling over Yangs frame she suddenly realised that this was really the first time she’d ever seen her teammate like this. Weiss had caught passing glimpses of it in the changing room after duelling practice, but now she was free to take a detailed look. Yangs wet hair clung to the long curve of her toned back, giving usually cream her skin a bright golden tint. The fleeting strands of hair continued to follow down across the curve of her back to come to rest at the crest of her finely sculpted buttocks.

Weiss could not help but be reminded of the trips she had taken to the Kingdom Arts Museum in Vale. Born to a Kingdom which heavily restricted arts and culture Weiss had been intrigued to learn exactly why the other Kingdoms valued their cultures so highly. Amongst the grand displays of heroism, captivating landscapes and completely nonsensical interpretations of ‘art’ was a statue dedicated to one of the great Huntresses of Vales history. For whatever reason, her image had been captured wielding her long spear aloft with little adorning her body other than a long fluttering robe which left her practically nude for all to witness.

Weiss recalled how she had been captivated by the preservation of finely polished marble, the detailing in the features. But all her mind wanted her to focus upon was the elegant curve of the statues rear and quite how much it reminded her of Yangs. Callipygian was a word she’d heard cast about on that particular subject. Without even realising her mind had once more caught her off guard, the memory of the statues face reforming into an uncanny mimicry of a certain.

Why was her subconscious betraying her now? Of all the things she could have thought of why did it have to be-

“You can come in if you want”

Weiss’s attention snapped into focus in an instant. Having been so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed Yang peering over her shoulder to meet her gaze. Weiss’s face involuntarily erupted in unrestrained redness. Weiss could not bring herself to answer, instead mustering the boldness to step forwards towards the shower. She had come this far, she could not allow hesitation to overtake her at such a crucial-

“You might want to lose those” Yang called over.

Weiss realised the lack of sense in stepping into the shower while still dressed in her underwear. In that moment Weiss couldn’t help but feel like an absolute dolt. Eager to make right her mistake she began to remove her underwear, sans the arcane ritual that had permeated almost every aspect of her life since childhood. Somehow removing her underwear was far less intimidating than taking off the rest of her outer clothing had been even on her own.

Weiss stepped into the shower cubicle, keeping her back to Yang both to conceal herself and to avoid seeing any more of Yang that might tempt her imagination any further. Despite Weiss’s best efforts to keep some amount of distance between them only to soon realise the small space made such modesty an impossibility. Despite having been allocated for a four-person team the architects clearly envisioned its use by one person at a time.

The closeness of Yangs embrace allowed Weiss to feel the press of the blondes larger bust against her bare back. Weiss could not help but allow a private dismay at her own relative lack of development in that area. Having spent nearly her whole time at Beacon listening to other female students bemoaning about back strain and the difficulty in finding bras to fit did not help matters.

Weiss refocused her mind on the warm wash of the water across her body, feeling her damp hair clutching to her back. Born to a continent that was blanketed in a perpetual layer of snow and ice Weiss had always savoured her showers as something of an indulgence to be enjoyed at her leisure. Often, she allowed the warm stream to caress her skin and sooth her troubled mind long after the task of cleaning herself had been fulfilled.

“Hey Weiss, can you do me, please?” Yang asked out of nowhere.

Weiss was completely taken aback by Yangs sudden forwardness. It was only when Weiss managed to turn to look over her shoulder that she saw Yang was holding a luffa and a bottle of liquid scented body wash. It took a moment longer for Weiss to finally realise that she had meant her back. It seemed that Yang was having more of a marked influence upon her than she was willing to admit.

Weiss struggled to turned herself in the confined space to be met by Yangs back being presented to her. Weiss accepted the offered items, applying a generous application of body wash to the luffa. Now came the task at hand, but as Weiss reached out a hand to brush Yangs blonde hair aside she hesitated.

At first, she had thought it was due to Yangs well documented pet peeve about anyone touching her hair but realised that once again she found herself entirely captivated by it. She could not help but imagine what it would feel like to pass her fingers through those long locks of golden-

“Oh, here” Yang said, reaching back to draw her hair back over her shoulder to give Weiss clear access to her toned back.

Weiss placed a tentative touch of the moistened luffa to the centre of Yangs back, beginning with a slow swirl which arced just beneath her shoulder blades. The size of the circles continued to grow with each pass until Weiss found herself covering all of Yangs shoulders in a thin film of soapy suds. It was not long before Weiss caught her gaze, and with it her hands, descending further than perhaps was entirely necessary. She began to feel herself slowing with each pass. This made so little sense, they were friends after all, touching didn’t have to be inherently dirty given the circumstances. But could she actually bring herself to touch it, even through the medium of soapy sponge.

“I can do you if you want” Yang said.

Weiss mutely handed the luffa and the body wash across to Yang before turning herself around to face the wall, eager to conceal the ever-growing blush forming on her cheeks. A brief intermission lingered between them before she began to feel the press of Yangs hands across her back, gentle but with a surprising firmness behind it. Weiss remembered when her maids would wash her, how they would take every care to treat her with the greatest of tenderness as if she were some fragile doll. To Yang, it seemed that washing was just that, a practical task to be completed with the greatest efficiency.

Weiss braced her hands against the wall, both to maintain her balance but also for the overwhelming fear that allowing her hands any opportunity at freedom would only see them delve into untoward places. But over time the temptations began to grow until they became almost overwhelming. Lifting a shaking hand from the wall Weiss began to caress lightly across her pert nipple, the ceaseless attention which she lavished on the fast-growing bud was evidence enough that the act had little to do with cleanliness.

The innate peril of the act only enhanced the pleasure. Weiss could feel it building up inside of her. Without even touching her lips she was finding herself becoming completely enraptured by the ceaseless push and pull of the-

And just like that, as swiftly as it had begun, it stopped. Weiss’s back felt suddenly cold without the presence of Yangs hands to warm her.

“Well that’s it for me” without another word Yang stepped out of the shower cubicle leaving Weiss to stand listless beneath the stream and feeling wholly unsatisfied. Once again fate proved itself a cruel overseer. Part of her feared that Yang had realised her intent and made a composed exit to save both of them the embarrassment. What Weiss had learned of her teammate was that was not how Yang would react. If that were the case, Yang would have made some flippant remark in an attempt to disarm the situation. This left Weiss thinking that the brawler simply hadn’t realised the effect she was having on the heiress.

Weiss could have simply left it at that. In a pinch she could dealt with the matter herself, the lack of privacy in the dorm itself meaning that this would not be the first time she had been required to do so in the shower. But Weiss knew she couldn’t be satisfied like that, she needed Yang to do it. For better or worse it seemed that her subconscious was abundantly clear on that. Weiss turned off the shower before stepping out of the bathroom prepared to demand that Yang finished what she had started.

As Weiss stepped back into the dorm she was met by the sight of Yang standing away from her, drying her long hair with her bright yellow towel and froze Weiss in her step. All the confidence and determination she had mustered melted away.

‘Why? I’ve never felt this way before, why did it have to be now?’

“Yang” Weiss forced her lips to move. Yang looked back to face Weiss at the sound of her name. “Can we… keep going?”

“What do you mean?” Yang asked with a hint of innocence to her voice. Yang turned to face Weiss, once more treating the heiress to a front row seat with little concern for what Weiss was free to admire.

“You know, what we were just…” Weiss said.

Weiss saw the glint of a devilish smile emerge across Yangs lips. “I thought you said, ‘I don’t want your sweaty arms all over me’” Yang decided to tease out of her.

But Weiss was determined not to back down now. “Well, they aren’t sweaty anymore” even as she said it Weiss realised it for the paper-thin justification it truly was.

Witnessing that Weiss was about to burst a blood vessel from the strain of it all Yang finally decided to relent on the teasing. Allowing her towel to slip around her shoulder Yang stepped forward and clasped her hands to Weiss’s biceps. Despite their differences Weiss had never felt intimidated by Yangs height or her toned muscles. Somehow, Yang projected this ceaseless air of gentle love to all those she cared for.

“As you wish” Yang said. “But first we need to get you dried off”

Weiss glanced down, only now to realising she had actually been dripping water all over the dorm room carpet the entire time. Yang retrieved a fresh sky-blue towel from Weiss’s bed, discarding her own towel into the laundry basket as she headed back across the room towards Weiss.

Weiss held out her hand to accept the towel only for Yang to cast it over her head and begin drying her hair with it. Weiss hadn’t been treated in such a way since she was a small child, at the same time she couldn’t honestly say she was entirely opposed to the idea.

Yang drew the towel down across Weiss’s back, freeing Weiss from its shadow to be met by a view of Yangs neck as she leaned across to pass the towel lower. Weiss felt an overwhelming urge to bury herself there, to feel the press of Yangs warm skin against her enflamed cheek.

“Arms up” Yang instructed.

Weiss lifted her arms over her head as Yang had requested, allowing Yang to shift the towel around her midriff to begin drying her sides. The brush of the fabric across her skin caused a tickling ripple through her body as the brawler’s hands moved across her flanks. Yangs hands began paying particular attention to the gentle curve of Weiss’s hips as she reached the bottom of each pass.

Yangs focus soon shifted to Weiss’s legs, passing the fluffy towel up and down the feminine curve of Weiss’s calves. Despite her apparently girlish figure the amount of training and regular exercise Weiss undertook as part of her Huntress education allowed Yang to feel the toned muscle beneath a smattering of soft fat. Weiss felt her legs begin to weaken underneath her own weight, feeling her balance beginning to wane despite her resolve to remain upright.

“Easy there Snowflake” Yang assured her as though she were settling a startled animal.

Yangs hands shifted from her legs to support Weiss’s lower back, her very lower back, as she was guided to sit down on the edge of her bed. As the heiress settled herself down on the bed, Yang returned herself to tending to the girl’s shapely legs. Having thoroughly dried Weiss’s lower legs Yang shifted her attentions further up, passing the fabric across to focus on the creamy white skin of the young woman’s thighs.

As the last of any lingering droplets were removed Yang let the towel to begin to slip from her grasp to gather at Weiss’s feet, allowing all pretence of drying to at last be cast aside. Yang dared to advance her way across Weiss’s lithe body, clambering up onto the bed until she was face to face with the white-haired beauty.

“I knew what you were up to in the shower” Yang leant in closer to caress her lips across Weiss’s ear, the brush of her warm breath causing a shiver across her still damp skin.

“You did?” Weiss asked with a quaking tint to her voice.

“It was kind of hard not to notice” Weiss felt the touch of Yangs cheek against her own as the brawlers face curled into a devilish smile. “I tried my best to give you hints, I guess I need to be a little less subtle next time”

Weiss couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that she hadn’t realised that fact. But she was even more surprised at the concept of Yang being too subtle. Yang shifted to trace her lips across the curve of Weiss’s swiftly reddening cheek, feeling the heat pulsating against her skin. Weiss turned her head to face Yang, feeling her lips brush lightly past eachother as moved. Weiss suddenly felt her lips pressed against Yangs, the touch of the skin warm and inviting. It was something unlike she had ever experienced before in her life, something she wanted to accept with every fibre of her being.

On a rational level, Weiss could not fathom why this was having such an effect on her. What part of her mind was screaming out to just throw her entire self against the brawler and get to the good part already? Regardless, when the two eventually parted Weiss found herself uncharacteristically flustered. Yang somehow maintained her ever-present expression of relaxed contentment. Weiss just had to know.

“How do you do it?” Weiss dared to ask. “How can you possibly be so blasé about all this?”

Yang took a moment to consider her response, responding in a way which was somehow deeply philosophical and yet profoundly Yang in its simplicity. “I like doing this, I like you. It doesn’t take a Weiss Schnee level intellect to unravel the maths on that one”

Weiss had to admit that made a certain amount of sense. Weiss had been born into a society which valued bloodline and familial status more than anything else, considering trivial things like love and shared interests of little interest in choosing a partner. It was refreshing to see those outside the Kingdom placed at least some stock in their feelings towards the other in romance.

“So tell me, how do they tend to make love in Atlas?” Yang asked.

“Love tends not to come into it in Atlas” Weiss replied.

Yang held back a snigger, not so much at Weiss herself but of the image she painted of the society she had been brought up in. No wonder the heiress seemed so determined to rebel against everything she had once been taught to be beleive.

“I guess this is going to be something of an education for you” Yang said. “If you want to that is”

Weiss simply nodded to Yang before the rational part of her mind could think to intervene.

“Then just lay back and enjoy” Yang said.

Before Weiss could request any further details, Yang was already on the move, planting a lingering kiss on Weiss’s lips before she cast herself over the cusp of Weiss’s chin. The blonde brawler clambered her way down Weiss’s front, leaving a trail of caresses through the valley of Weiss’s breasts. Yang settled upon laying a seemingly random constellation of kisses along the plain of Weiss’s stomach.

At the same time, Yangs fingers began to caress across Weiss’s thigh, feeling the silky-smooth skin move beneath her touch as Yang made her advance towards Weiss’s centre. Yangs fingers drew teasing circles around Weiss’s lips, already moist and not just from the shower. Yangs dexterous fingers began to focus their attentions on the very peak of Weiss’s lips, coaxing the clit to peek out from beneath its protective hood. “There’s the little snowdrop” Yang mused as if she’d tempted some small woodland creature from its burrow. Weiss had never heard it being called that before.

While Weiss could not exactly draw from a wealth of previous experience she had expected Yang to simply bury herself between Weiss’s lips and ravage her wildly. It took her aback when instead Yang simply grasped the area around Weiss’s lips firmly but tenderly, effectively pinching it between her thumb and index finger. Weiss at first thought Yang was just messing with her until she began to feel the effects.

As Weiss’s muscles began to move inside of her the desire for her clit to be free of Yangs hold began to grow. And as Yang held her, gently releasing and applying pressure as she wished, Weiss felt her clit shifting seemingly of her own accord. Weiss had never experienced such a feeling in her life, her fingers clawing at the loose bed sheets underneath her writhing body.

“Is that good?” Yang asked. Weiss simply nodded swiftly in response, not trusting herself to be capable of forming a coherent sentence at the moment. “Let me show how it’s done” With her approval given Yang reached her hand up to take Weiss’s shaking hand into her own.

Under Yangs guidance Weiss shifted her hand to replace Yangs, accepting the lips of her pussy between her clenched fingers. Weiss found her pleasure placed under her own influence, the fingers of her hand free to shift around her engorged clit as she wished.

At the same time Yang was not left idle, refocussing her attentions as she pressed her pussy lips against Weiss’s. It was a tender kiss at first, a fleeting caress of skin across skin. The blondes wrapped around the sensitive bud that her earlier attentions had coaxed into the open. Weiss fought to keep her voice contained, what little tutelage the Atlas education system allowed on the subject reinforced the idea that a ladies’ duty was to remain composed at all times during the intimate act. As thick headed as she may be at times, even Yang couldn’t help but take notice.

“You okay, Weiss?” Weiss knew that Yang was being genuine if she wasn’t resorting to some endless array of ridiculous nicknames.

“I’m fine it’s just…” Weiss’s voice trailed into silence.

“You know I won’t be offended either way” Yang interjected, her warm breath flowing across the heiress’s wet lips sending a delightful shiver up through her spine. “But you don’t need to hold yourself back on my account”

“But” Weiss hesitated before she continued, barely able to muster herself above a low whisper. “What if I sound stupid?”

Yang simply smiled back, that same disarming charm which led everyone to trust the bruiser with the mechanical shotgun gauntlets. “Then I guess we can sound stupid together”

Yang thrust her face between Weiss’s thighs, the sudden contact causing Weiss to emit a shrill shriek of surprise before she could restrain herself. Yang however did not relent, burying her lips against Weiss’s moist pussy as a low hum seemed to rise up from within her throat. The regular vibrations seemed to resonate with Weiss’s natural frequency to increase the intensity of her swiftly growing pleasure. Weiss opened her lips slightly, just enough to allow a few fleeting squeaks to escape her lips.

Then Yang found it, the perfect combination of pressure and humming which caused Weiss to abandon all illusions of composure and throw back her head, howling like an Atlesian Snow Wolf. To her credit, Yang didn’t laugh or take some twisted glee in being witness to the Ice Queen finally defrosting, she simply continued to lavish her attentions upon her.

But even as Weiss basked in the ecstasy Yang was giving her she could not help but feel rather ill at ease. Yang had been giving her so many new experiences and yet she did so concern for her own satisfaction. If Weiss was ever going to annul her reputation as a self-absorbed aristocrat she had to take matters into her own hands.

“Yang, not that I want you to stop” Weiss forced herself to speak coherently.

To her credit Yang didn’t cease her ministrations, only shifting herself to better meet Weiss’s gaze as she continued to press herself into the white head girl’s nethers.

“But I kind of feel bad that you’re not… you know, getting anything back” Weiss said.

Yang lifted her lips from the heiress’s pussy. Weiss could not help but mourn the loss of the sublime contact, even as the sight of Yang licking the cascade of wetness from her cherry red lips sought to push her ever closer towards the precipice. “Don’t worry, I know just how to fix that”

Weiss welcomed the clarity of mind that swiftly followed Yangs temporary lapse in her attentions, assuring her that she wasn’t hallucinating as Yang slipped her muscled arms underneath the heiress. Weiss suddenly found herself hoisted into Yangs arms above the bed as if she weighed close to nothing. Weiss felt herself instinctively clutching to Yang for support, burying her face against Yangs chest as a child would to her mother’s breast. At least, that was what she had been told it should be like.

Yang laid her down on her bed. While Weiss had been expecting Yang to climb on top she had never quite expected Yang to lay atop her top to tail. Yang shifted herself to compensate for their difference in height, straddling her well-toned legs on either side of Weiss’s shoulders.

“Do you think you could return the favour?” Yang asked.

Weiss hesitated. Despite asking for this herself she wasn’t sure exactly how Yang was expecting her to proceed. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good”

“Don’t you worry about that” Yang assured her. “Just give it a shot”

Weiss was faced with the prospect of contending with something she had never encountered before. She’d performed a cursory analysis of her own anatomy on numerous occasions, purely in an effort to increase her own sum total on knowledge. Regardless, Weiss was determined to make good on returning the pleasure Yang had given her.

Weiss lifted her quivering hand from her side, ready to trace the very tips of her fingers across Yangs warm lips. As Weiss approached she stopped short of her caress, as she could not help but note the presence of Yangs shapely buttocks. So close, so close she could reach out and touch it.

Weiss’s hand abandoned its original intent and began to drift upwards, softly tracing her fingers across the back of Yangs thigh. The fighter’s posterior was far more muscled than she might have first anticipated. Where Weiss’s was accentuated by gentle curves and milky white skin Yangs had a distinct firmness born of her countless hours of endurance training.

Weiss acted before her usually restrained self could stop her. Weiss clapped her open palm across the peak of Yangs buttocks, the sharp thwack of skin striking skin resonating in her ears. For her part, Yang was taken aback by the heiress’s sudden display of boldness. Did she feel that right, did Weiss Schnee just spank her?

“Weiss, did you just…” Yang had to ask.

“Oh dust!” Weiss yelped. “I don’t know what came over me, I-”

“I mean you call that a spank?” Yang chided her partner. “I’m going to need a lot more than that if you expect to get me going”

Weiss refused to accept such an insinuation from Yang Xiao Long, her pride as a Schnee would not allow such a slight to pass without retribution.

“As you wish” Weiss said with a devilish grin across her lips. Weiss unleashed a sharp slap of her open hand across Yangs bare backside, harder than she’d dared before. Weiss felt the muscle ripple beneath her touch, Yang giving out a sharp yelp of surprise at the sudden forcefulness of the impact. Before Yang reacted, the next impact was already upon her, swiftly followed by another spank in quick succession.

Determined not to be undone, Yang buried her face between Weiss’s sopping wet lips. Yang took to Weiss’s core like she was devouring some exotic fruit, her tongue lashing wildly from side to side in a seemingly desperate effort to elicit some hidden flavour from deep inside of it. Despite the brawler’s crude technique, Weiss could not deny it was having an effect on her.

Weiss focussed herself on the regular rise and fall of her hand against those amazingly smooth buttocks, alternating cheeks to avoid erupting too much tenderness in a single area. Every impact sent a flurry of movement through Yangs entire body to ripple through her tongue still buried inside of Weiss’s pussy.

Weiss finally plucked up the courage necessary to introduce her own tongue into the mix. With no real plan in mind Weiss decided to take a lesson from the Yang Xiao Long school of oral fixation and simply thrust herself forward until her cheeks were pressed tightly betwixt Yangs strong thighs. Thankful for something to press her lips against in an effort to supress her own ceaseless moans Weiss finally let her own pleasure prove unconfined.

Weiss set about Yang with renewed enthusiasm, lashing her tongue wildly in all directions in the hope of eliciting some favourable reaction. While this elicited some pleasurable twitches and moans from Yang in response all it really managed to accomplish was making her tongue sore with effort. Weiss decided to settle upon a different tactic.

Weiss used her tongue in a series of elegant thrusts and lunges of the tip across Yangs lips. This seemed to garner a far greater reaction as Weiss stumbled across Yangs most sensitive points. This lavishing of attention was quickly repaid to Weiss in kind as she felt herself reaching the end of her tether. A deep moan of pleasure cascaded through the room as the entwined lovers experienced their first shared orgasm.

Utilising what little endurance the heiress had not drained from her Yang rolled herself over onto her bed beside Weiss. It would have proved something of a significant dampener to the mood if their union ended with Weiss pinned beneath the brawler. They would have to get dressed at some point, remake the sheets and clear up the dorm before Ruby or Blake came back. Weiss couldn’t face the thought of having to explain such a situation to either of them.

But for now, the two simply cuddled eachother on the bed as they enjoyed eachothers presence. After all that had occurred Weiss felt like she was in need of another shower. But she could deal with that later, she couldn’t bring herself to disentangle from the bruiser just yet. Weiss also accepted the very real possibility that she was never going to finish her assignment at this rate. She could live with that.

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

<Winter makes a surprise visit to Beacon to see Weiss only to discover her sister has ‘Gone Native’ and begun indulging in nudism in her room alongside her dormmates>

Winter: “Weiss Schnee, I presume?”

<Weiss fights to maintain her composure despite her state of undress>

Weiss: “Winter, I would like you to meet my teammates, Ruby and Yang. Apparently, this is how they do things in Patch, even between sisters”

<Weiss realises her blunder>

Weiss: “Not that I’m implying that we should be doing this together or-”

<Winter embraces Yang in a crushing hug>

Winter: “Oh Weiss, I’m so happy you’re making friends!”

<Winter finally takes note of Weiss’s state of dress>

Winter: “We might not tell father about this though”
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The Remnant Armada