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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Contains Weiss x Blake (Monochrome): Alternate Universe - Modern AU, Abduction Roleplay, Sane, safe and consensual, No violence, abuse, fear etc, Use of Safewords, Aftercare, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Fluff, Blake is still a Faunus, Weiss is still flat as a board, Light bondage, Femdom, Mild Body Shaming, Clothes tearing, Underwear Gag, Light scratching, Teasing, Strapless Dildo, Breast sucking, Light biting, Puff Puff

Chief Executive Officer of the Schnee Dust Company, SDC, Weiss Schnee was frustrated. It was nothing major, major she could handle with calm composure. Instead it was a lot of trivial things, ceaseless petty annoyances which continued to descend from every conceivable source imaginable.

First it was her personal assistant printing outdated versions of the projected finances for her review. Next it was a system crash in the board room ten minutes before the conference call with London. And on top of all that she’d started receiving private messages from some group calling itself ‘White Fang’, one she’d never encountered before.

As part mining conglomerate, part defence manufacturer, SDC was an eco-terrorists wet dream. This manifested itself in the occasional protest or attempted disruption of the companies more controversial operations across the world. But while these activities were focussed on the company itself this latest example was directed to Weiss personally.

Weiss had received a personal letter designated ‘For Weiss Schnees eyes only’ stating exactly what they intended to do if they ever managed to get their hands on her. The delicately written script read like a very unhinged reinterpretation of the children’s song ‘Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes’. But Weiss didn’t allow it to affect her, she had far too much work to contend with already.

Weiss was currently dealing with an altercation between the engineering and finance departments over the budgeting for their latest project. The engineering departments preliminary technical analysis had determined that re-engineering the existing design to comply with the European Union legislation regarding the Registration, Evaluation, Authorisation and restriction of Chemicals (REACh) would require additional resources and time than had been allocated.

This revelation did not sit well with finance, who had already agreed quotes with some of SDCs biggest customers who would not take kindly to a sudden increase in price to compensate for the additional work. At the same time swallowing the cost themselves or delaying the project could do considerable damage to the company’s bottom line. This left Weiss in the middle to arbitrate.

Yet, despite several hours staring at the assembled reports, proposals and email traffic, Weiss was still no closer to finding a way forwards. She’d once heard that REACh was the most complex piece of EU legislation to date. But what they must have meant was utterly impenetrable to anyone but the authors themselves. There came a point where even the workaholic Weiss had to admit it was time to stop for the day. That time was when she looked up from her document and saw the clock had just ticked over to 9pm. She knew full well that no good decision was ever going to be made this late on a Friday.

After shutting down her computer and securing away her documents Weiss gathered up her bag and her coat before leaving the office. The SDC office was eerily quiet after hours, a sight which was becoming a more familiar as the deadlines for some of the company’s major projects loomed. The fatigue was starting to get to her, she needed some form of relief.

Stepping off the lift into the underground parking area. Weiss found it deserted except for her modified white BMW. Walking through the cavernous space, hearing the regular clack of her heels against the concrete floor, she began to feel the bite of the chilly night air seeping in through the open parking area. She didn’t mind though, she preferred the cold. Some even went as far as to nickname her the Ice Queen, although very few dared voice it within earshot.

As Weiss approached the car she released the door locks but as she reached out a hand for the handle she stopped. Weiss instinctively turned back to be met with the sight of an empty parking area. Aside from the night guards and the few support staff working overnight there should have been no one else in the office. Putting it aside as a product of a fatigued mind Weiss shook her head clear and took her seat inside her car.

Leaving the artificial lighting of the underground parking area she was met by the mercifully quiet autobahn on the outskirts of Frankfurt. It was less than forty minutes back home on a good day and Weiss was determined to end today on a good note.

Just over halfway to her destination fate decided to intervene on her behalf. Her phone sitting on the passenger seat awoke in a flurry of tones alerting her to an incoming message. Her first thought was simply to ignore it, deal with it when she got home. But as she continued driving her patience was slowly being eroded by the ever-persistent beeping of her phone, having foolishly set it to regularly repeat the text alert for any messages marked as urgent.

Pulling the car over into a layby Weiss made a mental note that whoever marked this message as urgent had better have a good reason for doing so or she was going to-

Weiss saw the message was from Blake, probably asking after when she would be coming home. Despite knowing what she would be getting into when they married, and having to face Weiss’s hectic schedule on a regular basis, Blake never seemed to cease worrying after her. Weiss liked that about her, it was part of the reason she married her.

Unlocking her phone with a practiced series of swipes released the contents of the text to flash up on the screen.

CODEWORD: ATLAS

Weiss had little chance to concern herself with its cryptic meaning. As soon as she laid her phone back down on the seat, preparing to set off again, the nights stillness was torn asunder by a sharp screech of stressed metal. Glancing aside she found her way out blocked by the broadside of a black Range Rover. Two figures, young women dressed in all black shirts, pants and face coverings leapt from the car to approach her.

Barely able to differentiate them in the darkness the only way Weiss could distinguish them at all was as the shorter brunette with flashes of red in the tips of her hair and the taller blonde with her hair contained in a messy ponytail.

The shorter brunette came around to the driver’s side door, throwing it open her hands were upon Weiss in an instant as she was pulled roughly from the car. The surprise of the attack caused Weiss’s mind to freeze, taking with it any thoughts she might have had about resisting her attacker. By the time her mind finally caught up with what was happening the brunette already had her hands behind her back, securing them firmly with some kind of restraint. It was at this point that Weiss realised that this was far more than a simple robbery, this was fast becoming an abduction.

Weiss’s immediate thought was to scream for help but cautioned herself that it might only enrage her attackers while doing little to help her situation. Forcibly dragged to her feet, Weiss focussed on trying to maintain her balance as she was taken towards the car. As they came around the front of the BMW they were met by the blonde, Weiss’s purse and her phone in one hand and a strip of black cloth in the other.

This moment of pause gave Weiss the chance to take in the design in the front of their t-shirts: a red beast head and claw marks. The same design that headed the letter she’d received, the insignia of the White Fang. These were not exactly the subtlest kidnappers around. Before she could take decipher anything else the strip of cloth was secured tightly over her eyes, obscuring her vision but leaving the rest of her face free.

Weiss found herself being carried more than dragged, the brunette proving herself stronger than one would expect given her size, and was summarily dropped into the back seat of the Range Rover. The brunette took the back-passenger seat beside Weiss, a firm hand keeping her laid across the back seat as the blonde retook her place at the driving seat. Within less than a minute, they had appeared and escaped with their captive.

As they made their way down the road the only thought in Weiss’s head was to remain calm. There was no salvation to be gained from panicking. For the moment, all that she could think to do was listen and try to overhear as much as she could about her abductors. Weiss could hear music playing over the car radio, Bonnie Tyler’s Holding Out for a Hero.

‘Great. I’m being abducted by a pair of comedians’

Weiss could only wonder if the next song on the playlist was Please Release Me.

“Can’t we listen to something good?” the brunette asked.

“When you arrange the kidnapping, you get to pick the radio station” the blonde called back.

“And when am I ever going to get to arrange the kidnappings if the boss always picks you?” the brunette contended.

“Did you get the hacksaw and the plastic sheeting?” the blonde asked.

“What do you mean a hacksaw?” the brunette questioned. “I thought we were going to ransom her off to her rich daddy”

“Right, and if he doesn’t pay we need the saw and the sheeting” the blonde remarked. “Were you not paying attention at the pre-kidnap meeting?”

“I was” the brunette replied. “But I was also thinking about this idea I had for a scythe that’s also a gun”

“And that is why you’ll never get to pick the radio station” the blonde sighed in a way which suggested this wasn’t the first argument of its kind. “And you can explain to the boss why we have to make ANOTHER trip just to make sure we’ve got everything ready in case they don’t pay up”

This exchange persisted as Weiss felt the vehicle continue to shift beneath her. Weiss was sure she’d read some spy nonsense somewhere about counting the number of turns or estimating the distance based on average speed and time. But when she was in such a situation she was so focussed on forcing herself to remain calm that any other concerns were pushed entirely from her mind.

While her conscious thoughts were somewhat under her rational influence her body continued to scream for her to run, to fight, to do anything but simply lay there and let this happen. Weiss spared herself from pondering the reality of her situation when the car began to-

The car lurched to a halt. “We’re here” the blonde called back to them. “It’s time to meet, the Boss”

The passenger door of the car swung open in a sudden in wash of chilled night air into the heated car. Weiss once again felt the brunette’s hands upon her, drawing her out of the car in an action Weiss no longer had the strength of will to resist.

Weiss was lead across the pavement, the sound of her heels clicking beneath her as she walked. She was lead inside a building, feeling the touch of the warm air across her skin as she was brought inside. Weiss stumbled her way up a flight of stairs in spite of the support of both her captors under each arm. It almost certainly would have proved quicker if her captors simply carried her up, but she was sure her dignity would not survive the trip intact.

Reaching the peak of the stairs Weiss was lead down the corridor into another room. Her journey was finally brought to an end as she felt herself being lowered into a chair, her hands still secured behind her back forcing her to shift towards the edge of the seat.

Weiss heard another pair of footsteps approaching muffled by the carpet. “So, you managed to get her here safely”

“Yep” the brunette interjected. “She was right where you said she’d be”

“We’ll leave you to it, Boss” the blonde interrupted. “I’ve got to take muggins here to get the supplies for later”

“Where are we going to find a tool store open at this hour?” the brunette asked.

“Should have thought of that before you forgot to get it in the first place” the blonde responded, the regular patter of a pair of footsteps sounding off into the distance.

“Can I pick the radio station this time?” the brunette asked, her voice becoming more muffled as they moved further away.

“Is this your kidnapping?” the blonde responded. “No, then you get to listen to more of my sweet tunes”

The sound of the door closing behind them. Weiss was left with the one they referred to as ‘Boss’.

Weiss felt fingers, soft fingers, caress across her cheek. Weiss instinctively pulled away from the contact, feeling the touch continue to follow her. The brush of warm breath against her ear sent a quiver down her spine.

“I take it you got the text?”

Weiss gulped before replying. “Codeword, Atlas”

“Good” came the reply, even blindfolded she could practically hear the delectable smirk.

Without warning the blindfold was whipped away from Weiss’s eyes. Weiss’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light which met her eyes. Blinking the light blindness from her eyes Weiss found herself faced with a woman with long black hair, hair she was very familiar with snuggling up to after a long day’s work. This woman was wearing a simple white dress shirt and black trousers. Weiss noted that her outfit lacked her customary black bow, revealing the pair of pointy Faunus cat ears usually kept concealed beneath.

The room itself was one she knew intimately well, their bedroom to be precise. The room had been designed with a combination of their preferred tastes in mind, sharp contrasts and mixes between pale whites and deep blacks.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Ms Schnee” Blake Belladonna remarked, having both agreed to maintain their families’ names after the marriage. “The kind of business you run, the company you keep”

Weiss had inherited the Schnee business after her father had retired over five years ago. Jacques Schnee had tended to view the business as little more than as a prestige symbol and perpetual source of personal wealth. He tended to see a lot of things that way.

The reality was that since taking on her position Weiss had been working tirelessly to change all of that, improving conditions for workers and stamping out corruption across the entire business. But still, such accusations served the fantasy so Weiss was willing to let it slide.

“You remember what I sent you” Blake said with a menacing hint to her voice. Weiss felt herself stiffen at its mere mention. “The letter, all the things I intended to do when I at last had my hands on you”

Through all the time they’d been together Blake and Weiss were both well versed in eachothers limits, intimate knowledge born through years of mutual communication and experimentation. The finely crafted letter was the result, serving as their guidebook for the evening, in dispersed with enough vagueness and freedom to indulge a touch of spontaneity from either side.

Weiss had privately entertained the idea of staging an impulsive breakout of her confinement. Weiss had planned to wait until a moment where Blake was occupied before making an escape or seemingly making an attempt to call for help. The unpredictability of the scenario alongside the very real possibility that Blake would misinterpret it as a genuine attempt at escape forced Weiss to put the idea aside for now. Still, perhaps that was something she could reserve for later, possibly even when the binds were around the other wrists.

Blake circled around the back of the chair with a slow saunter, surveying her captive as if she were scrutinising over where she should go first. Blake decided to start simple, splaying her open fingers across Weiss’s shoulder as she felt the taut muscle tense beneath her touch. Blakes hand began to pass her hands down across Weiss’s front while her other hand reached up to trace her fingertips across her neck.

Weiss flinched as she felt the brush of nails across her skin, never deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave a lingering impression. Blake thankfully limited her attentions to places where the lingering evidence could be concealed beneath her clothes. Although, on one occasion Weiss had been called upon to fend off queries from an overly observant business colleague. Weiss had to explain away the scratches on her cheek by explaining that she had an overly affectionate feline at home. Technically true.

Blake leant down to brush her lips across the wake left by the pass of her nails, leaving a soft tingling feeling to overshadow the lingering irritation. The brush of her tender lips soon turned to kissing, sucking, the occasional bit of nipping. Blake was rather versatile with her mouth like that. But while her lips played their way across Weiss’s neck Blakes hands ventured further, gliding down her captive’s shoulder blades to follow the gentle rise of Weiss’s modest bust. Blakes fingers moved effortlessly across the material of Weiss’s dress, a single finger tracing the fine line across the width of her chest where the silken fabric gave way to flawless skin.

An explorative finger dared to slip beneath this boundary, probing incursions at first, enough to make the white-haired woman quiver with trepidation. Without warning the inquisitive fingers began to delve lower, emboldening their advance and drawing the front of Weiss’s dress away with them. The tips of Blakes fingers crested the peak of Weiss’s breasts and lingered, pressing the material of her bra deeper into her skin.

Weiss heard Blake emit a low titter. “My, what little things these are” Blakes hands, gentle and teasing till now, turned unexpectedly coarse as they seized whatever amount of covered flesh they could encircle. Weiss had to supress a sharp inhale of surprise at the sudden boldness. “And look at this” Blake takes particular interest in Weiss’s plain white bra. “Makes one wonder why it’s even necessary” Blakes grip tightened around the cups of Weiss’s bra. “Seeing as it’s just in the way” with a single sharp pull the seam between the two halves disintegrated in an instant.

While most of Weiss’s wardrobe was composed of clothes from some of the most fashionable brands in the world today she had made an exception. For the past several days, in preparation for what she anticipated to come, Weiss had surrendered her usual designer silk lingerie for some cotton monstrosity. While Weiss would not normally stoop to wearing such ghastly attire she also wasn’t about to let Blake tear one of her best pieces to shreds for sexual gratification no matter how exhilarating.

The downside having not known when the plan would be set in motion, she had been forced to endure a seemingly endless amount of uncomfortable shifting and subtle readjustment. The coarse material, by her standards at least, seemed determined to gather in the most uncomfortable of places. Frankly, at this point Blake was doing her a favour by obliterating it.

Blakes hands were once more upon the soft mounds of Weiss’s breasts, kneading the tender flesh between her dexterous fingers. “I suspect I know what the other girls used to say about you. ‘Roses are red, violets are black. Why is your chest as flat as your back?”

Despite the Faunus’s words, her caresses could not be telling a more different tale. Blakes soft fingertip was circling around the very cusp of Weiss’s swiftly hardening nipple, following the boundary where the pale white skin darkened to a rosy pink.

“Still” Blake mused to herself. “I suppose it has some advantages” the curve of Blakes finger began to swirl inwards until she began playing across the very tip of Weiss’s erect bud. Weiss could not help but allow a low moan to escape at such focussed attentions.

“It seems someone can’t help but open her mouth” Blake slips the remainder of Weiss’s bra from her shoulders, Weiss knew where this heading. “I guess we’ll have to do something about that” Blake gathered up the tattered underwear, balling it up in her hand as she held it up for Weiss to see. Blake shifted her head from side to side in quick succession, reminding Weiss of their long established non-verbal Safeword.

As Weiss gave her nod of agreement Blake took Weiss’s chin between her fingers and guided her mouth wide open. Blake carefully eased the tattered underwear between Weiss’s parted lips. Weiss felt a quiver shoot through her body at the pass of the fabric against her tongue, a lingering flavour of her own scent still clinging to the fabric. Blake positioned the underwear such that Weiss would be able to force the material from her mouth if necessary, allowing Weiss a moment to adjust to breathing almost exclusively through her nose.

Finding little else to entertain her above Blake decided to delve deeper across Weiss’s body, across her flat stomach and further still. Deciding to skip her other area of cardinal beauty Blake persisted in her descent and made her way down to the very tips of Weiss’s elegant feet.

Blake found them wrapped within her porcelain white heels. Blake still couldn’t understand why Weiss insisted on wearing such impractical footwear, preferring flatter and conventional footwear outside of the most formal of occasions. Blake slipped the heels from Weiss’s feet like some reverse Cinderella. Blake knew she didn’t need a glass slipper to find her princess.

The shoes discarded Blakes hands were now free to roam upwards, tracing her hands across the silky material of her snow-white stockings wrapped around her athletic legs. Blake left a trail of kisses across her covered skin as crept slowly upwards. Each unexpected caress heralded another dainty shift of Weiss’s leg, never knowing where the next contact was to be made but knowing that each touch signalled a move closer towards her as yet untouched centre.

As Blake returned to Weiss’s waist her fingers met the boundary of Weiss’s dress, the crumpled dress encircling around her stomach. Gripping a handful of the delicate fabric a simple tug was all that was necessary to slip the garment off of Weiss’s lower body, Blakes lover obligingly lifting herself up on her seat to allow the dress to pass over her curvaceous buttocks.

This left Weiss completely bare, her underwear having already been removed before Blake had intervened. Whether Weiss had decided to remove them herself upon finding the fit uncomfortable or simply to increase her own arousal Blake couldn’t be sure. Weiss herself was in no position to answer.

Boldness like this was so unlike her white-haired partner Blake had to wonder whether her subordinates had followed her strict instruction that her captive be brought in one piece and not dared to indulge themselves beforehand. Despite knowing the truth Blake couldn’t help but allow the mental image she had just conjured for herself to excite her.

“It seems you are far more daring than I ever gave you credit for Ms Schnee” Blake teased. Blake theorised that were she to go delving amongst the contents of her purse she would quickly discover what Weiss was lacking. Instead, Blake decided that she was far more focussed on the contents than the garment itself.

Blake knelt herself in front of Weiss’s closed legs, touching her hands to Weiss’s knees as an indication of precisely where she intended to go from here. Weiss’s response was to close her knees evermore tightly together, a final defiant last stand at defending herself from her abductor. Gripping Weiss’s knees in her hands Blake looked up to meet Weiss’s gaze, not a fleeting movement of her head to be seen. Blake, with gentle firmness, parted Weiss’s legs in spite of the heiress’s half-hearted resistance. What greeted her was a sight Blake was all too familiar with and yet it never failed to amaze her with its majesty.

Blake licked her lips alluringly as she drew herself closer to Weiss’s centre, smelling the tangy scent of Weiss’s body wash rising all around her. Blake could not resist the temptation to trace her tongue across the silky-smooth skin of Weiss’s thigh, discovering that the lingering fruity scent tasted just as good as it smelt. Weiss’s body quivered at the fleeting contact, her growing moans suppressed by the underwear still held in her mouth. Staring down into her lap Weiss could see was the flutter of Blakes pointed ears as they twitched in time to her elegant licks.

Starting from the outer edge of Weiss’s thigh Blake made a slow, trailing advance across one side with her tongue while the other thigh was similarly teased with the very tips of Blakes fingers. Weiss lifted herself bodily from her seat of her chair, trying to force the contact only for Blake to pull away in the face of her captive’s insistence.

Weiss reluctantly returned herself to her seat. She understood the dynamic here. Outside she was the CEO of the largest commercial business in Europe, arguably the world. And yet here, in this moment, she found herself firmly at the will of her faunus abductor.

The simultaneous advance of Blakes tongue and her fingers lead inexorably towards their meeting in the middle. Blake took a lingering moment to admire the sight up close, even as Weiss’s muffled wails practically begged her to continue.

Blake blew a teasing gust of air across Weiss’s wet lips, emitting a low giggle of satisfaction as Weiss let out a sharp yelp as the cool air washed over her. Blake brushed the tips of her fingers across Weiss’s clit, her tongue delving lower to brush the underside of Weiss’s lips. Blake had spent a significant amount of time in a similar position to her current arrangement, providing her a detailed map of places to venture to bring about the greatest effect.

Weiss’s legs began to curl inwards, wrapping herself around Blake in a desperate attempt to urge Blake closer to her centre. Weiss’s legs crossed behind Blakes back, presenting the Faunus with few avenues of recourse but to continue until she gave Weiss the relief she clearly desired. The growing flood of arousal assured Blake that Weiss’s release was on the very verge of being realised. But Blake was not one to be taken in so easily. It was time to remind Weiss of exactly who was in charge in this situation.

Pulling her tongue and lips away Blake had to supress a low titter at the muffled, howling shriek as Weiss’s perilously close release was so suddenly stifled. Even as Weiss’s legs tightened around her back Blake utilised her feline agility to slip free of the looming trap, leaving Weiss’s calves grasping little more than empty air. Blake did not allow Weiss the opportunity to dwell on it for much longer.

Slipping one hand beneath her knees and the other around the small of her back Blake hefted Weiss between her arms as if she weighed nothing. Blake hadn’t had her wife in such a position since Weiss had sprained her ankle during their last walking holiday in the Ardennes. Weiss had given her that same piercing look that time as well.

With her arms still bound securely behind her back Weiss had little recourse but press herself against Blakes chest as best she could for fear of slipping from her grasp. The intimate contact it provided was also a not an entirely unpleasureable consequence. Blake carried Weiss only a few steps across the room before casting her down onto the bed. Weiss rebounded against the bed as she struggled to keep herself from rolling off entirely under her own momentum. Before she could resettle herself, Blake was upon her, straddling her legs and anchoring her arms to either side of Weiss to ensure that there was no route of escape.

Blake leant in close to Weiss’s ear, her lips brushing across her tingling earlobe. “Time to see what a real pair looks like”

Blake leant back up to rise above Weiss. With agile deftness Blake began to undo the buttons of her white shirt, releasing each in quick succession to allow the material to fall further away from her athletic body. As the final button was released Blake drew the two halves aside to reveal her perky breasts standing defiant to gravity’s whims. Her lack of any underwear unveiled her uniquely inverted nipples buried into the peaks of her breasts.

Blake leant forward and pressed her chest across Weiss’s face, stopping just short of smothering the poor girl in her embrace. Blake reached her hands up to clasp the sides of her breasts against either side of Weiss’s head, eclipsing her from all sides until Weiss found herself enraptured by Blakes chest.

“Bet you wish you could do this” Blake teased, only to remember the press of her breasts likely prevented Weiss from hearing it. The muffled moans rising up from between her cleavage assured her that Weiss understood the implication.

Deciding that Weiss had enjoyed enough time being enveloped in her ample bosom Blake pulled herself away to discover Weiss’s usually pale skin suddenly flush red with a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment in equal measure. Blake decided, having lavished her attentions upon Weiss and brought her to the very brink of ecstasy, that if she ever wanted to get anywhere close to that again tonight it was going to be Weiss that would be the one doing the lavishing.

Realising that Weiss’s mouth was no good to her in its current state Blake reached up to grasp the loose lip of Weiss’s underwear still clutched between her teeth. With supreme gentleness Blake slipped the heavily moistened garment from Weiss’s mouth, taking a moment to admire the absolute mess Weiss’s saliva had made of the material before casting it to an unimportant corner of the room.

Weiss was afforded only a moments respite to finally breath easily before finding herself once more engulfed by Blakes ample bosom. This time she found herself pressed against the peak of one of Blakes breasts, her mouth agape and suddenly filled with the succulent bosom. The implied instruction was all too clear.

Weiss began to suckle at Blakes breast, feeling the tip begin to swell as Weiss teased the nipple from its concealment. Weiss felt the head begin to emerge, playfully nipping the sensitive bud between her teeth before it had a chance to retreat back into its hide. Once her hold over the nipple was secure she redoubled her efforts, seemingly attempting to suck whatever nourishment might spill forth knowing full well there was none to be had. Not content to simply accept such a reality, Weiss once more nipped her teeth around the fragile mound of nerves.

This did not go unnoticed by the black-haired beauty upon whose nipple the heiress was so boldly masticating. Reaching a hand down Blake took the swollen nub of Weiss’s own erect nipple between her fingers, giving it light squeeze merely to ensure she was afforded Weiss’s full attention as she remarked. “You touch mine, I touch yours”

Most would take such a comment for the thinly veiled threat it was intended. Weiss, merely saw it as a challenge. With little regard for her own anatomy still held firmly in the Faunus’s grasp Weiss once more closed the edges of her teeth around the engorged nub, its time spent hidden from the world only making it all the more sensitive now that it was free. It was not long before Blake responded in kind, tightening her hold whilst adding a delectable twist to Weiss’s nipple. The grip of Weiss’s jaw began to loosen before she wrested it back under her control.

It was hard to say whose nipples were actually the more sensitive. Blake tended to remain composed no matter the situation while Weiss often used their intimate times together as an opportunity to let loose and allow herself the freedom to be as she wished. As such, Weiss was never shy about allowing her moans to escape her lips as Blake continued to tug and roll her nipple between her dexterous fingers. Blake played with the delicate bud as though it were the ultimate control switch for Weiss’s entire being. Yet despite the ever-growing pleasure, Weiss continued to return as much as she received.

In the end, it became Blake who was the first to concede. Releasing her hold on Weiss’s breast Blake shuffled back as Weiss was forced to release her constrained nipple with a wet pop. Watching from her place on the bed as Blake clambered off Weiss soon realised that her partner had in no way surrendered, she was merely preparing for what was to come next.

With those same inhumanly agile fingers which had brought her lover so much enjoyment in the past Blake released the clasp of her belt without a falter in her stride. Without the belt to keep them in place Blakes trousers were soon overtaken by the influence of gravity, shimming its own way across her athletic legs to pool at her feet. Blake casually stepped out of them to reveal a hint of jet black lace underwear teased from beneath the hem of her white shirt.

It had long ago been established that if Blake ever wished to do something special for Weiss all she needed to do was appear wearing that design of underwear. Although Weiss would never dare admit it they both knew that she would be willing to do very bad things in the course of unveiling the contents of such a garment.

Finally casting aside her white shirt to join her trousers on the floor, Blake bent herself over to search the bottom drawer of their cupboard for her desired item. Tearing her mind away from admiring the fine curve of Blakes backside, Weiss began to consider the possibilities of what was to come given the contents of that particular drawer.

Having finally decided upon something Blake kept the item clutched to herself out of Weiss’s view as she rose back to her feet. Blake glanced back over her shoulder with the bedroom eyes of a courtesan. Damn those eyes.

“Close your eyes” Blake instructed.

Weiss was reluctant to surrender yet another of her senses but could not bring herself to question her. Weiss closed her eyes tight. Weiss thought about daring to sneak a peek but knew that Blakes Faunus senses were so well attuned to the world around her that she may as well have had eyes in the back of her head for all the difference it would have made.

Instead, Weiss tried to focus her hearing on making out what was being planned. Weiss could discern a wet slurping sound, the soft rolling of a moistened tongue. Weiss could make out a low moan, the shuffling of feet across the carpet, the trailing of fingers across the wall as she was forced to brace a hand against it to support herself. With a hint of breathlessness to her voice she heard Blake say “Ok, open your eyes”

The sight which greeted her almost made Weiss want to cry out in exhilaration. Blake stood there, the last of her clothes now discarded, with a strapless dildo now protruding from between her lips. The toy was black and roughly eight inches to the tip, with the shorter end already resting inside of Blake. Blake insisted on calling it Heide. Weiss had never thought to ask why she insisted on giving a feminine name to a rather masculine artefact, partly because the thought only seemed to come to her during moments where Weiss couldn’t muster herself to vocalise anything beyond deep moans on pleasure.

Blake approached the bed with a delectable saunter of her hips as she moved. Blake climbed onto the bed, prowling over Weiss like a beast preparing to ravage its prey. Looming over her on all fours Blake seemed to be contemplating just how she wanted to enjoy her next taste of her prize.

Blake crouched lower over Wiess, the press of her warm skin meeting Weiss’s heaving chest coming up to meet her own. Blake passed the tip of the dildo teasing across the entrance of Weiss’s folds. Leaning closer she whispered in Weiss’s ear “I want you to say it”

Weiss bit her lip, tentative to voice such a request no matter how much she truly yearned for it. “I want… you to… do it”

Blake teased Weiss with her slyest of grins. “Do what?”

Weiss looked as though she was about ready to pass out from the strain of keeping herself together. “Please… just put it-”

Weiss’s plea was interrupted as Blake pressed the dildo against her dripping lips, applying ever growing pressure to overtake the resistance her muscles presented. Weiss felt an unimaginable sense of relief wash over her, the culmination of a seemingly endless build-up of tension in a moment.

Blakes dildo reached half way inside before pulling back almost to the apex before driving herself forwards once more. Weiss’s back arced as the pace began to increase, pressing her smaller chest into Blakes larger bust. The press of Weiss’s hardened nipples against her own couldn’t help but foster the excitement inside of her. Blake reached down to paw her hands across Weiss’s breasts as she continued to gyrate inside of her, every thrust of her hips pressing Weiss’s chest further against Blakes.

Just as Weiss thought she was about to become overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment Blake suddenly retreated, withdrawing the dildo from between Weiss’s lips. Weiss had only a moment to mourn the loss of the wonderfully filling presence inside of herself before things shifted once again. Gripping her hands to Weiss’s sides Blake made use of her superior position to flip the smaller girl over onto her front. With Weiss’s hands still bound behind her back Weiss had no way to steady herself, leaving her entirely at Blakes mercy as she stepped back onto the bed.

Following the curve of Weiss’s flanks Blakes hands soon found their path to Weiss’s taut butt, feeling the muscle quiver beneath her fingers. Blake guided the dildo forwards, once again preparing to enter past Weiss’s lips. But just as Blake was preparing to advance her thrust went high, missing Weiss’s lips entirely and spearing between Weiss’s spread butt cheeks leaving a moistened trail in her wake. Instead of correcting her mistake Blake began to tease the dildo back and forth through the soft valley of Weiss’s spread cheeks. With this level of teasing and the feeling of her long overdue release slipping further from her grasp Weiss was left practically on the verge of howling.

Blake withdrew her hips before once more driving the dildo forward into Weiss’s pussy. Weiss felt herself being overtaken by a renewed sense of pleasure, something completely different than when she had been on her back. The full press of the dildo was reaching places which had yet to be tended until now. Each thrust that Blake delivered was met in return by Weiss’s hips, forcing the smaller dildo back inside of Blakes pussy. Soon it became too much for either of them to bear.

Weiss came first with a howling scream some might regard as unbecoming given her role as the head of one of the largest companies in the world. Others would call it highly appropriate under the circumstances, knowing that behind closed doors was the one time that Weiss could allow herself to be who she wished to be. It was not long before Blake followed swiftly behind her, what little strength that had been sustaining her swiftly leaving her as Blake collapsed onto Weiss’s back in an undignified heap. Blake panted to sustain herself in the wake of the exertion, smelling Weiss’s scent in every breath. Even dishevelled and covered in sweat Weiss still smelt amazing.

‘How did she ever manage that?’

As the black-haired woman’s strength began to return to her Blake planted her open hands onto the bed as she lifted herself off of Weiss as the dildo slipped from between Weiss’s folds. Carefully, Blake summoned up the strength to roll her lover back over onto her back. As her theirs eyes met Blake could not help but lean down to plant an intense kiss on her lips, sacrificing what little endurance remained in their passionate union.

Blake stared down at her, breath quivering with the exertion of sustaining herself. “Checkmate?”

“Checkmate” Weiss panted back.

A smile grew across Blakes lips as she leant down to envelope Weiss in a tight embrace. That was it, the finish code. That alone was all that was necessary to bring their scenario to a close.

Blake supported Weiss’s back, lifting her off of the bed while her other hand reached around to release the restraint which kept Weiss’s hands behind her back. Weiss shifted her tense muscles as the kinks were released, enjoying the renewed sense of freedom the end of their play brought with it.

Seeing the tint of redness around Weiss’s wrists brought on by her captivity Blake tenderly held Weiss’s hand as she leant down to plant an affectionate kiss on the affected skin. Weiss could not help but giggle at how sentimental Blake could become at times like this, the proud tigress once more her docile kitten.

Blake laid her head out across Weiss’s chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Blake listened to the relentless beat of her lover’s heart and smiled knowing that she was the root of it all. “I’m sorry if I was mean about my little snowdrops” Blake mused as she nuzzled closer to Weiss’s breast, petting them softly in her hands like she would some beloved pet.

While Weiss was trepidatious about playing upon Faunus stereotypes she found it hard to resist her when Blake started nuzzling and pawing at her chest as though she were softening them up to take a nap. Sometimes she even purred.

Now came the cooldown, the time when they could lay together in eachothers arms and let themselves come back from the places they had just gone together. It was a ritual that had emerged in the wake of their intimacy. For what felt like an infinity they embraced until Weiss was the first to finally end the silence. “You didn’t tell me Ruby and Yang were going to be involved in this”

Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long, two half-sisters, were their mutual friends going back to their time sharing a student flat together at university. Weiss had been studying Business, Ruby was in Engineering, Blake was Literature and Yang was in Sports Science. A simple ad requesting roommates for a shared apartment had intertwined the four of them for their university lives and beyond.

“I’m surprised they ever agreed to in such a thing” Weiss said.

“I needed help and they were the only two people I could trust to look after my precious snowflake” Blake mused. “When I told them they would have a chance to have Weiss Schnee at their mercy they couldn’t resist”

“You didn’t tell them exactly what we would be doing, right?” Weiss asked.

“I made sure they knew everything they needed, but I may have neglected to mention some of the more inconsequential details” Blake said. “No need to corrupt their innocent minds with thoughts of what we would be doing after they left”

The whole thing had been the culmination of several weeks of planning and discussion to minimise interference with Weiss’s schedule. While Weiss had known that it could happen anytime over the weekend, starting from the time she left work, Blake made sure to keep any further details a secret. To distinguish between the staged kidnapping and any real attempt on her life, not an entirely farfetched scenario given her status, Blake made sure to deliver the prearranged codeword in some verifiable fashion before anything occurred. This also acted as the Safeword for the duration of their play.

“It’s nice to finally see them again after so long” even as she said it Weiss realised the oddity in the statement given the circumstances in which they were reunited. “We should invite them over… have a drink or something”

Blakes ears perked for a moment before replying. “I genuinely thought you were suggesting we invite them over to… you know”

Weiss gave her a love a playful chastisement across her shoulder. “Yang may be open minded but I don’t think even she’d be comfortable with inviting Ruby for something like that. And besides, Rubys so much like a little sister to all of us do you really think you could ever hope to keep a straight face?”

“You’re right” Blake giggled. “Speaking of a drink. I’m rather in the mood for some relaxing tea”

Blake planted a lingering kiss on Weiss’s forehead before she shuffled over to climb out of the bed. As Blake stretched out her tensed muscles Weiss took a moment to admire the feline curve of her lovers back. Weiss’s gaze drifted to follow Blakes hands as her fingers wrapped around the shaft of the double ended dildo still buried deep inside of her.

Glancing over her shoulder and noticing Weiss’s gaze laid firmly upon her Blake returned a coquettish wink as she began to remove the dildo. A low moan escaped past her lips as the flared head of the dildo passed over her tight pussy lips, releasing from her hold with a wet pop.

Blake brought the intimate item up for inspection, admiring the thin film of their shared arousal still clinging to its surface. Without glancing away from Weiss’s gaze Blake brought the wettened head to her lips and began to teasingly lick away with her tongue. Blake focused on the tip at first, lapping away like a kitten with its saucer of milk before taking the first inch into her mouth. Weiss knew that if she hadn’t been so utterly drained she would have thrown herself upon the teasing Faunus with a moment’s hesitation.

Weiss felt an unconscious stirring within her belly as Blakes finely toned rear was presented as she leant over, perhaps a little further than was strictly necessary, to retrieve her dressing gown. Weiss had to admit to a ping of sadness as her lover’s form was once more hidden beneath the material of her yukata-style gown, having a certain flair for the oriental fashion. Still, Weiss could not help but admire the way the material conformed to hug her delicate curves as she stepped the room to head towards the kitchen.

This left Weiss alone in the bed, bringing the dishevelled bedsheets up to cover herself as well as stave off the encroaching cold. Weiss reached across to retrieve the TV remote from the bedside table, flicking it on to catch the tail end of the evening news. As a local business leader, it was important that she keep informed of all the important goings on around-

“-confirmed that police in Frankfurt have apprehended two suspects in the ongoing abduction that occurred earlier this evening” the news reporter announced.

‘Oh no’

“The victim was identified as Weiss Schnee, CEO of the Schnee Dust Company whose global headquarters are based in Frankfurt” an image of Weiss to accompany the story appeared on the screen.

For whatever reason, the news channel had insisted on using that god-awful press release photo from her last charity event supporting disadvantaged children. Why SDCs Public Relations department had insisted on photographing her being enveloped in the arms of the charities mascot, a six-foot-tall fluffy pink bear called Bunty, was completely beyond Weiss’s comprehension. The PR department later claimed it was something about ‘Making her appear more approachable’. The mist of bullshit circulating around them was especially thick that morning.

“The suspects were witnessed abducting Ms Schnee from her vehicle as she was stopped on an autobahn” the reporter continued. “Police say that the whereabouts of Ms Schnee are currently unknown and are appealing for any information”

‘Oh no, this can’t be right’ Weiss’s mind ran rampant with possibilities, none of them good.

“The detectives in charge of the case have released this statement” the news report shifted to an interview with two police detectives, each with very striking moustaches.

“These perps thought they could get away with such a heinous crime under the watchful eye of the two best detectives in the city” said Detective Neptune.

“It looks as though, once again, we detectives have proved them wrong” added Detective Sun.

“Suspicions have been raised that the motive of the kidnapping may have been corporate espionage” the newsreader returned. “This emerged after several documents were found in the suspects possession which have been described as detailing ‘Technical specifications for a Scythe, which is also a gun’”

As Blake returned to their room carrying a tray of freshly prepared tea she was met by an ear-splitting shriek of “Oh, you utter pair of dolts!”

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Weiss Schnee was clothed only in her nightdress concealed beneath a knee length coat as she walked into the Frankfurt police headquarters. Blake followed swiftly behind her, having driven them as Weiss’s car was still at the side of the road.

While the initial reaction of the police officer manning the desk was surprise at being greeted with the supposed kidnap victim the task of confirming her identity proved somewhat arduous. As the waiting and ceaseless inquiries wore on Weiss was getting sorely tempted to find the nearest television screen and simply point to the rolling footage of herself and that bloody bear as proof of who she was. Thankfully Blake managed to temper her wife’s fury before she succeeded in degrading the situation any further.

Although all this may have been for nought as Weiss was once again brought to the verge of losing any semblance of restraint. This was after the desk sergeant informed her that her car had been impounded as evidence and wouldn’t be released until after the weekend.

After a seemingly endless amount of wrangling, paperwork and a few muted curses the two suspects were finally absolved and released from custody. As they left the back offices Weiss was met by two individuals she hadn’t seen in person since their time together at university. When faced with such a situation most would ask after how things had been going, what they had been up to in the interim. Instead, the first words out of Weiss’s mouth were “What were you dolts thinking? How did they ever think of arresting you?”

“Oh, it was amazing” Ruby answered with characteristic gusto. “There was this car chase, and a big shoot out and a dozen helicopters and-”

Yang interjected before Rubys rampant imagination got them in any more trouble. “Actually, we were sitting in a car park eating take out Chinese from We Will Wok You, celebrating a job well done and all. Then before I knew it these cops burst out of nowhere and my dashboard is covered in sweet and sour pork. Turns out you managed to park yourself right underneath a traffic camera and they witnessed the whole thing in real time”

“Oh my god” Weiss held her head in her hands in embarrassment.

“Things probably could have been resolved pretty quick” Yang continued. “Were it not for the saw and the plastic sheeting they found in the boot”

“What do you mean?” Weiss looked up from her open palms. “You actually had that stuff in your car?”

“I may have overdone it a bit” Yang looked uncharacteristically sheepish at the admittance. “You see, Blake asked me to make it as real as I could so I came up with this whole plan. You would not believe the look the guy at the print shop gave me when I showed him the design for the t-shirts. I had to tell him it was cosplay for some show I saw online. Blake said she’d pay me back for whatever I needed so I thought ‘Great, I can use this stuff in my garden later’. Still though…” Yangs characteristically devilish grin returned in full force. “It looks as though you two had a fun night”

Weiss didn’t respond. She didn’t need to, the eruption of blistering redness across her cheeks said it all. “You didn’t tell them anything did you?” Weiss forced a whisper just loud enough for them to hear.

“Yeah, because the authorities really take kindly to withholding evidence during questioning” Yang responded with her usually glib remark. “Relax Weiss, I told them the truth. The whole kidnap thing was a joke between friends which got out of hand and that was it. Now…” Yang clapped her hands together triumphantly. “How are we going to celebrate this little reunion of ours?”

Weiss rolled her eyes at the prospect of how quickly Yang could seem to recover from the most unpleasant of situations. Despite her overwhelming desire to simply crash back into bed and sleep the night away Weiss consigned herself to an occasion of enforced merriment. Perhaps an evening drink would help the embarrassment to be forgotten.

As they were leaving the police station Ruby took the opportunity to note the fresh scratches on Weiss’s neck emerging from beneath the lip of her nightdress. “Weiss, you never told us you had a cat”

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

<Yang being interrogated by the police>

Yang: “Look, officer, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for the hacksaw, the plastic sheeting and the video evidence of the CEO of SDC being thrown in the back of my car. If you just confirm things with my sister I’m sure this will all work out”

Detective Sun: “Yes, we interviewed Miss Rose but all she would comment on was something about ‘Not being able to change the radio station’. In any case, Ms Schnee has since presented herself at the station, alive and well, and has corroborated your story. As a result, you are free to go. Although, Ms Schnee has asked if there were any laws which could see you and Miss Rose rearrested for being ‘A pair of complete dolts’”

<Beat>

Detective Sun: “I assume that was a joke”

<Ruby being interrogated by the police>

Detective Neptune: “Are you ready to talk yet? We can do this all night. Why don’t you just admit it, make it easy on yourself”

Ruby: “Um, isn’t ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’ supposed to involve two people?”

Detective Neptune: “So you want more do you?”

Detective Neptune into COM: “Send in, the bad cop”

<Interrogation room door opens. In steps a familiar black and white Pembroke Welsh Corgi>

Detective Neptune: “Miss Rose, meet Two”
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The Remnant Armada