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. |
Contains: Ruby x Weiss (White Rose), Domestic AU, Futanari (Weiss), Semi-public Sex, Dub-con (Arguably), Fluff, Dick in a Box, Seduce the Pizza Girl, Oral Sex, Titjob, No Penetration
Ruby sat shuffling awkwardly on her couch, dressed in a loose-fitting black tank top and red shorts. Some terrible daytime TV played in the background in a vain attempt try to keep her fractious nerves in check. It did not.
They should be here any moment. They had texted her about ten minutes ago saying that they were just around the corner. Ruby still could not help but feel anxious with anticipation as she continued-
The doorbell rang. Ruby practically leapt off the couch as she charged down the hallway before throwing open the front door. A young woman with her long white hair tied in a neat ponytail behind her. She was dressed in a matching red cap, white and red tinted polo short, red shorts and sneakers. Her cap and shirt were emblazoned with the logo of the local pizza delivery firm. The name embroidered across her chest read ‘Weiss’.
“Miss Rose?” Weiss queried.
Ruby nodded vigorously, almost too over excited to speak without descending into a gibbering mess.
“I have the ‘Meat Feast’ you ordered” Weiss said with a sultry tint to her voice.
Weiss’s eyes glanced down, a devilish grin forming across her lips. Ruby followed her gaze. Her heart began to race even faster when she saw the pizza delivery box held between her hands. One might question why she felt the need to grasp the edge of the box so firmly with both hands. Or perhaps why she kept it held so low in front of her waist.
The answer to both of these questions became immediately apparent as soon as she lifted the cardboard lid. There inside, thanks to a strategically cut hole in the base of the box, stood a very different kind of meat feast than those normally advertised on a take away food menu.
Ruby felt herself begin to salivate as she stared at the 8-inch pillar standing erect in the middle of the cardboard box. Hers, all hers!
“Well” Weiss said, an undertone of anxiousness creeping into her voice. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Ruby simply stared. That would no doubt be the smart thing to do. Better to indulge herself inside where there would be no distractions and no interruptions. But suddenly, a flash of inspiration passed over her that she found impossible to supress.
Ruby leant out of the doorway, searching to make sure that no one else was around. Both up and down the length of her suburban street there was no one else about. Seizing upon this sudden peak of boldness Ruby lunged forward and seized the white-haired beauty in a ravenous kiss.
The two stumbled back until Weiss’s butt hit up against the solid wooden top of the white painted guard rail around the edge of the porch. Ruby dropped to her knees between Weiss’s spread legs, practically tearing open the flimsy cardboard box as she consumed the head of Weiss’s cock between her pursed lips. Weiss clapped the palm of her hand across her mouth to stifle herself from crying out. The very tip of the crimsonettes nose teased across the flat underside of the box as she consumed the length of the white-haired beauty’s cock inside of her mouth.
“Ruby” Weiss whispered as though she feared speaking any louder would draw unwanted attentions. “This isn’t what we-”
A moan escaped past Weiss’s lips as Ruby’s dexterous tongue lashed against the underside of her shaft. Weiss quickly thrust her palm back over her mouth before even more could dare to escape.
Ruby knew full well that her girlfriend was not the most spontaneous of individuals. Despite agreeing to dig out her uniform from her old summer job to fulfil one of her girlfriends’ greatest fantasies at no point had they ever discussed even the idea of some exhibitionist fellatio.
While the guard around the porch was solid and high enough to conceal Ruby knelt behind it that still left Weiss out in the open from the waist up for any would be onlookers to see. Given her uniform the hope was that any passer-by would simply assume that she was waiting for the owner of the house to accept their delivery. Still, Ruby would no doubt have hell to pay for deciding to go off script without asking. Rubys only hope was that her enthusiastic fellatio would more than make up for it.
Throwing herself fully into her performance, Ruby reached up to grasp her fingers around the swell of Weiss’s pert buttcheeks. Using her unrelenting grasp to draw her in closer, Ruby continued to work her lips up and down the full length of her shaft until no spot was left untouched.
Weiss’s free hand fumbled for support, releasing her tenuous hold over the pizza box as she reached back to grasp the guard rail to keep herself steady. Weiss fought to keep the howl of pleasure from rising from beneath her hand. Even as Rubys devilish tongue made short work of igniting her libido, the white-haired beauty maintained some tenuous hold over her quivering voice.
Weiss glanced down and nearly lost control of herself right there and then. The impish crimsonette had lifted up the front of her tank top, her pert breasts bouncing free unconstrained by any underwear. Grasping her hands on either side of her chest it became abundantly clear where she was going. Weiss knew that she couldn’t call out without risking a howl of excitement that could reach the entire neighbourhood.
Ruby consumed Weiss’s burning shaft between her pillowy breasts, teasing her mounds up and down the length of her girlfriend’s cock. Rubys lips wrapped around the head, slashing her tongue back and forth across the bulbous crown as the salty, sweet taste cascaded across her tongue. Ruby clutched her breasts tighter around Weiss’s cock, feeling the engorged shaft beginning to twitch in anticipation.
“Ruby-” Weiss began to cry out past quivering lips. Weiss’s grip on the guard rail tightened, her whole body beginning to tense as she moved inexorably towards-
The head of Weiss’s cock erupted in a shower of pearly white cum spilling out across Ruby’s tongue. The crimsonettes relentless sucking made sure that Weiss would leave here with barely a drop left inside of her by the time she was finished.
For her part, as the waves of euphoria cascaded over her, Weiss was forced to bite down hard on her hand in a desperate effort to keep herself from calling out. Instead, she let loose with a mewling cry which only served to encourage the crimsonette further. Ruby continued to suck on the end of her shaft until the final fleeting drops were thoroughly drained.
Ruby released her grip on Weiss’s cock with a moist pop of her lips. The crimsonette fell back on her heels, landing on her butt as she savoured the delectable feeling of warmth in the aftermath of her girlfriend’s release. Weiss continued to grasp the top of the rail for support, her body slumped listlessly against the wood as her thoroughly moistened cock began to go limp in front of her. Her pert chest heaved as she fought to suck in her much-needed air to keep herself together.
Ruby was the first to regain some semblance of thought. Drawing her sweat stained, amongst other things, tank top back over her chest Ruby smiled up at her. “Wow Weiss, that was really-”
Rubys words swiftly died on her tongue, much in the same way that she was about to die on this porch. Weiss stared with eyes tipped with flaming daggers down at her. Even in a pizza delivery uniform, with her swiftly deflating cock hanging out of her shorts, she was entirely capable of holding a gaze which could freeze you down to your very soul. Ruby could not think to do anything but peer up like a helpless little mouse beneath the unyielding gaze of a hungry snow leopard.
“Weiss, I-”
Weiss suddenly leapt forward like a pouncing cat upon its prey, tackling Ruby as she fell back onto the wooden deck. Ruby tried to cry out in surprise. Weiss’s lips seized against her own stole away her breath. The press of Weiss’s arms encircling her robbed her of any hope she may have harboured of escape. Instead, the crimsonette found herself submitting to the white-haired beauty’s ravenous embrace. In the moment, it seemed her only possible route to surviving this alive.
Weiss finally broke the kiss, disregarding the lingering taste of her own release still clinging to the crimsonettes lips. Ruby forced in a desperate breath to replace the air that Weiss had thoroughly sucked out of her. Weiss’s eyes, previously signalling the precursors of death, seemed to burn with some new maddening fury.
“Do you still have that uniform?” Weiss asked.
The break neck pace at which Weiss changed the subject completely threw Ruby out of balance even more than she already had. “My what?”
“That uniform” Weiss repeated as though that would somehow make it clearer. “The one you showed me in that photo your mum keeps on her mantle”
Ruby looked at her quizzically. “You mean the Girl Huntress’s uniform I wore when I was sixteen?”
“Yes, that one” Weiss replied, seemingly on the verge of panic.
“Yeah, probably” Ruby said, swiftly seeking to appease Weiss’s smouldering anger in whatever way she could. “In the back of my closet somewhere”
“You’re goanna wear it” Weiss instructed. “You’re goanna wear it and it will look cute and I will buy many cookies from you”
Weiss leant down and scooped Ruby into another passionate kiss. As the embrace deepened Ruby began to wonder if Weiss really had killed her. Was she in the afterlife? If this was heaven, this was ok by her.
***************Authors Nonsense***************
<Weiss sits lounging around on the sofa wearing a sheer nightie. The doorbell rings and Weiss rushes to the door and throws it open. Outside stands a young woman with shoulder length dark hair with red tips emerging beneath a deep green beret. She stands dressed in a bottle green uniform, even though the skirt was too short and the chest was too tight. The light brown sash overflows with a rainbow of badges. She timidly clutches a box of cookies in front of her waist>
Ruby: “Hi, do you want to buy some cookies?”
Weiss with a coquettish smile. “Well, aren’t you a tasty morsel”
<Weiss glances down at the box still clutched in her hands>
Weiss: “Why don’t you show me some of your, tasty treats”
Ruby: “Oh, sure”
<Ruby begins to lift the lid of the cookie box to uncover->
“Alright pervert, up against the wall!”
<Weiss glances up only to suddenly find herself pressed face first against the doorframe, her arm pulled tight behind her back. Weiss peered behind her to see a familiar figure with long blonde hair, aviator shades and a dark jacket embroidered with ‘VBI’>
Weiss, screeching: “Yang! What are you doing-”
Ruby: “Did I not mention Yang did her college work placement with the Vale Bureau of Investigations?”
Weiss, still screeching: “That doesn’t give her authority to-”
<Yang thrusts Weiss harder against the doorframe>
Yang: “I’ll be the judge of that. Now…”
<Yangs hand begins pawing at Weiss’s barely covered back, moving perilously close to reaching the crack of her pert butt>
Yang: “I need to perform a thorough inspection for any, illicit substances. Right, where did I put my gloves?”
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