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Weiss awoke inside of a cage with a terrible pain in her forehead. The last thing she remembers before being kicked unconscious by bandits was crash landing on the coast of North Mistral after she answered a distress signal from locals. Weiss fought bravely to fend off a Grimm horde attacking coastal settlements, but the Grimm struck one of the engines on her airship. Her hands are tied together and her sword is missing.
Weiss slowly comes to her senses, trying her hardest to make sense of her situation. First, she surveyed her surroundings- the terrain was a flat grassland enclosed by a vast mountain range, obscured by the dark night sky. There were several tents and wooden huts illuminated by torch fire. Weiss concluded that she must still be in the region of North Mistral but was taken inland. Most likely, she was being held captive by the one of many the nomadic tribes occupying the area which were infamous for thievery.
She stayed close to the ground as to not draw attention. No one appeared to be awake in the encampment. Weiss soon rose up to her knees, dazed and weary. However, her rustling about is accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching behind her. Weiss freezes immediately, stricken with the fear one of the tribesmen would attack her.
A young woman's voice calls out her "The inscriptions on your sword... they are in Branwen tongue. Did you know that?"
The faceless voice circles around the cage until Weiss sees a pretty young woman with blue eyes and chestnut brown hair holding her sword.
"That is my sword!" Weiss shouts.
"I don't see your name on it. Who owns this sword should be the least of your worries right now," the tribeswoman replies.
Weiss begged to differ. Her rapier is like a family heirloom to her. She was not prepared to leave without it. Until she could form an escape plan, Weiss needed to gain more information.
"Why did you take me here? Why did you bandits keep me alive?" Weiss questions. The tribeswoman walks towards Weiss' cage and leans against her back against it.
"We are more than just bandits... we are survivors. We fought for generations against occupation from the kingdom of Mistral to protect our sacred homeland and culture. A culture your ancestors likely abandoned when they set sail to Atlas, right Miss Shnee?" the tribeswoman monologues. However, Weiss cannot help but be distracted by the tribeswoman's butt pressed up against the cage bars.
She continues, "The inscription says 'Strength lives, weakness dies'. The mantra of the Branwen tribe. The reason why we kill and steal is because life is a lot harder here. Perhaps it was the will of the old gods to bring you here. You get to see the world your ancestors left behind before you pass on and join them... Tell me, what is Atlas like?"
Weiss became mesmerized by the tribeswoman's behind and spaced out halfway through her monologue.
The tribeswoman snaps "Are you listening to me?!" peering back at Weiss over her shoulder.
"Uh, yes!" Weiss fumbles, caught off guard by tribeswoman's piercing eyes. "I have absolutely no desire to remind myself of my kingdom's snobbery. And how do you know who I am? You live in the middle of nowhere!"
"My tribe leader told me. She knows everything about the outside world..."
The tribeswoman continues to ramble with her back turned to Weiss, going into details of how many citizens living in Atlas descend from people fleeing the kingdom of Mistral's expansion generations ago. She speaks with a smug sense of wittiness, as if what she says is uncommon knowledge. In reality, she is reciting basic middle school history taught in Atlas.
Eventually, Weiss spaces out again. She admires the tribeswoman's tanned skin but tells herself to focus. The tribeswoman is clearly naïve in assuming that her tribe leader knows everything. Perhaps she could use their naivete to her advantage.
Weiss just has to make her cage guard stop rambling like a know-it-all!
Weiss interrupts the tribeswoman's rambling to ask "Excuse me, what is your name?"
"Vernal" she answers.
"Okay, Vernal, you still did not explain to me why I have been kept alive."
"I was trying to make conversation. It's been pretty boring keeping watch over you. I guess I went off track. We are going to sell you to the White Fang."
"What?!" Weiss exclaims.
"You heard right. They put a huge bounty on your head," Vernal says. She turns around to Weiss, grinning at her as they imagine all the dust the White Fang had to offer. Her smug smile makes Weiss hot under the gills. Vernal sends Weiss' blood racing even in the shivering cold of the night.
"But until they arrive, we might as well get to know each other," Vernal says while sliding her hand down the cage bars. Vernal is giving Weiss all the right signals to arouse her. Her smile, her deep voice, her body language as she leans over peering down at Weiss.
This captive scenario reminds Weiss of a porno they watched long ago. Weiss' trouser snake began to raise its head, tugging against her panties. It quicky became unbearable to sit still with her erection. Her serpent raged, thrashing about with uncanny strength. The little devil hungered flesh! Weiss had always feared a scenario where someone would notice her getting an erection. There was nothing she could do to stop it!
"Now that I answered your questions, you answer mine. What is life like in At... las?" Vernal's words peter off near the end of her sentence.
Weiss' long sword poked up visibly through her dress. Vernal's innocent eyes open wide in shock. Her smug smile drops as her jaw is left hanging with astonishment. Weiss attempts to adjust her sitting position to hide her erection. She is mortified with embarrassment, wishing the White Fang would just execute her now.
"Are you a futanari?!" Vernal asks.
"Yes..." Weiss answers reluctantly.
"By the gods..." Vernal replies baffled. "What was I saying? What was I gonna say again?..." Vernal thinks aloud. She fights to recall her train of thought. Venal begins muttering to herself, visibly flustered.
Vernal looks down at Weiss' crotch out of curiosity. Weiss' erection flicks up her dress again and again. They gasp when Weiss briefly makes eye contact with her, turning away from the cage red-faced.
"I cannot believe it's still pointing at me. What was I gonna to say?!" Vernal mutters to herself.
Weiss finds herself bemused likewise- she thought Vernal's taunting was leading to something. Vernal's natural beauty must have tricked Weiss' mind into seeing hints that weren't there. Stranger still, Vernal did not seem to be repulsed by her "anatomy". Just surprised... curious even. Why did her eyes linger for so long if not?
Weiss knew that Mistrallian women (especially in rural communities) were historically more open to romance with futanari. Vernal was not exactly a Mistrallian citizen, but she did fit the bill as a non-urbanite living on lands claimed by the kingdom of Mistral. Was the Branwen tribe a reflection of the land's inhabitants before industrialization? Or were they a culture to be judged upon their own metrics?
More importantly, did Weiss' excitement arouse Vernal? Was she curious enough to explore her body further?
Weiss pondered if she could use this moment to her advantage... Maybe she could persuade Vernal to have a change of heart on selling of her to the White Fang. If she plays her cards right that is...
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Weiss takes a deep breath, preparing to put on her best porn star voice.
"You want to see it, don't you?" Weiss asks, interrupting Vernal's thinking out loud. "It's really pretty... don't be shy. I'll let you hold it," Weiss adds in a sultry, soothing voice.
"Why would I want to see your peepee?!" Vernal snaps back at her.
"Because you're curious. I'm sure you have questions. Come inside..." Weiss invites calmly.
"Can you just put that thing down please?!" Vernal shouts at Weiss as she turns to face her. Weiss keeps her cool. She now has Vernal's full attention. Vernal is hot and bothered- she can sense it!
"I can't help it. You're just so beautiful... and smart too. My 'sword' has a mind of its own. I think it likes you..." Weiss flirts.
"I don't like girls!" Vernal says defiantly, aiming Weiss' own rapier at her through the cage bars.
"I'm not a girl. I'm a futanari. I'm better! Come inside gorgeous. You know you want to..." Weiss tempts.
Vernal pauses. She is baffled at how Weiss remains so composed at sword point. Her amorous gaze breaks through Vernal's hardened exterior. Vernal withdraws the rapier away from the cage then jabs it into the ground. Vernal nervously looks around to check if anyone else is watching.
"I... I'll take a look but... this does not change anything about you being a captive y'know!" Vernal says nervously.
"I know..." Weiss replies smoothly with an enticing smile on her face.
Vernal pulls a set of keys out of her side pouch and opens the cage door. She tepidly walks in. Weiss patiently waits for her once she closes the cage. Vernal kneels in front Weiss, meeting her at eye level. Once Weiss adjusts herself to kneel with her body facing Vernal, Weiss reaches for skirt. She lifts it slowly, revealing her bulging erection trapped inside her white lace underwear. Vernal cannot take her eyes of it.
"Pull down my panties. My hands are full," Weiss instructs, waving one her tied hands as holds up her dress.
Vernal thinks to herself that if she has come this far, she might as well do it. Her quivering hands stretch forth towards Weiss' crotch. But as Weiss' erection flicks up at her with great strength, she recoils back. Vernal becomes self-conscious, remembering that she has never come this close to touching anyone so intimately.
Vernal reconsiders what she is doing for a moment. Rather than trying to prompt her further, Weiss gives her time to make her own mind. Vernal glances over Weiss smooth, elegant legs and the frills of her skirt. All signs reminiscent of girl, but surrounding a pulsating cock. What a mystical combination of feminine beauty and raw masculine power. Her fear is overcome by fascination and awe. Vernal touches underneath Weiss' bulge to feel her testicles while gently caressing their inner thigh. The tips of fingers glide around Weiss' bulge, sending shivers down Weiss' spine. Weiss exhales sensually while Vernal feels her genitals rummaging inside her panties.
"Does this feel good?" Vernal asks timidly.
"Yes... it does," Weiss sighs.
"Where are your girl parts?" Vernal questions.
"Underneath the balls," Weiss whispers.
Vernal slides her fingers down the bottom of Weiss' testicles until she touches top of vulva lips and clitoris.
"That's my girl parts!" Weiss announces with delight.
Vernal withdraws away from Weiss' crotch as her waist shoots up. She then puts her hands at Weiss' hips, preparing to pull down her panties. The moisture of her breath is visible in the cold air. Weiss straightens her legs to help Vernal pull her underwear down. Weiss dick flies out of her pants. The sight of it thrilling to behold! Vernal has yet to understand how could she be so mesmerized by something so... Meaty? Grotesque? What words could she use to describe such a thing as an erect penis? Strong?
Yes, strong is the word Vernal struggles to find. Vernal feels a warm glow between her own legs. It was like a burning itch she didn't know how to scratch. The feeling was kinda familiar to her... Vernal is captivated by the strength in Weiss' cock. Why did it make her thighs burn? What magic did her wand cast?
"You like?" Weiss asks, wagging her cock side to side shamelessly before Vernal.
"It looks... strong..." Vernal answers timidly.
Despite having her hands tied, Weiss has never felt so free. The cage which held Weiss became a space to be liberated from her inhibitions. Her organ was on full display and she was proud of it.
"Rub it for me," Weiss requests softly. Weiss needed to be daring to get what she wanted.
"What?!" Vernal replies.
"Rub it!" Weiss orders, remaining soft spoken.
Weiss was in total control of the conversation since she began putting on the charm. Her request would test if Vernal was truly spellbound by Weiss' wand.
Caught under Weiss' spell, Vernal extends her right hand slowly towards Weiss' flesh needle. However, Weiss should have anticipated that someone so obviously clueless on the topic of intimacy would not how to handle another's crown jewels. Vernal's hand squeezes forcefully around her delicate shaft.
"Not so hard!" Weiss pleads in shock. Her hands rush to meet Vernal's. Their squeal frightens Vernal, prompting her to loosen her grip fast.
"Sorry..." Vernal replies sheepishly.
"I know you didn't mean it. Just... be gentle with my privates... they are very sensitive! Like this..." Weiss says patiently while trying to mask her discomfort.
Weiss holds Vernal's hand, motioning it back and forth slowly. Her loose grip is fastened with Weiss' direction until she felt a snug, firm traction. Vernal studied the texture of Weiss' foreskin. It was unworldly seeing how creased and stretched with the motion of her hand. Vernal found herself mystified by the Shnee saber. The heat that brewing within it. How it responded to being touched. How pulling it made Weiss tremble.
Vernal was previously under the impression that squeezing Weiss' organ would milk her like a cow. Having gotten to grips with Weiss' staff, it reminded Vernal of the tip of her womanhood. She never understood what that small protrusion of flesh between her legs was for... From time to time, Vernal would rub it against pillows in the night. Her "horn" as she would call it would make her feel all tingly! Witnessing Weiss' moans of delight as a result of being played with started to Vernal feel tingly... Something instinctual made Vernal want to rub her "horn" against Weiss' saber... They were two pieces of a puzzle that must belong together.
"Easy... Life is not all about strength. You need skill. Precision. Knowledge. What's the use of strength if you don't know how to use it? Knowledge is power... I can teach you pleasure..." Weiss narrates in her pornstar voice.
Weiss raises her head to share a gaze with Vernal while her hands continue guided masturbation. Weiss' eyes glistens like gemstones in the moonlight. Vernal cannot read the look on Weiss' face. It is something in between a smile and squint, almost like Weiss was drowsy. But there something more to it than that... Vernal felt herself being pulled in by Weiss' gaze. It was hypnotic. All absorbing! It sucked the air out of her ribcage, replacing it with a fluttering sensation.
"Why don't you take off your gloves?" Weiss suggests sensually.
"My gloves?" Vernal replies.
"Yeah! I wanna feel more of your beautiful skin!" Weiss remarks.
Weiss brings Vernal's hand to a standstill. She then began running her fingers up and down Vernal's arm. The softness of her fingers against Vernal's skin were divine. Weiss flutters her eyelashes, waiting silently for Vernal to do as she is told. Unable to resist her charm, Vernal holds up her hands and removes her gloves.
"Lovely..." Weiss sighs. She reclaims Vernal's hand, drawing her towards the Shnee staff with a tender grip.
Weiss pumped her dick into Vernal's hand with her hips promptly. Vernal's hands were rougher than expected. Her hands were that of a laborer. Someone who worked the hard, unforgiving ground to earn her meal. Each of her fingers were long. Weiss imagined her body stretched them to accommodate intense moving and lifting. Weiss browsed along Vernal's toned biceps as they began stroking her cock unassisted.
Vernal's physique was crafted for function, not for show. Seemingly the polar opposite of Weiss who had been pampered for pageants. Her body was sturdy but in desperate need of some TLC. The enthusiasm Vernal had for pleasing Weiss was palpable, sighing quietly as she played with Weiss' staff. Vernal leaned in close to it. Her independent stroking became rhythmic like a drumbeat. Vernal longed to touch and be touched delicately. It was only natural for a woman of her age.
"You make me feel amazing! I can make you feel good too. I know how a woman's body works. I can give you pleasures you've only dreamt of. I can make you beg for more... I can make you love me!" Weiss teases.
Vernal's hair stand on their ends at the sound of Weiss' prospects. Inches from her face, Vernal looks Weiss in the eyes.
She knows that Weiss is suggesting they should "make love". Vernal was told that the act was forbidden until marriage. Paradoxically, she was taught next to nothing on how it actually worked. Before Vernal had the chance to inquire further, Weiss steals a kiss. Her body froze. Weiss' tied hands embrace around Vernal's neck, stroking her chin using her thumbs.
Even as Weiss drew away, Vernal remained frozen. Quivering in place. Eyes glued shut. Vernal creamed her pants just from being kissed. She twitched like her brain was having a momentary malfunction. Eventually, her mind rebooted as Vernal came to her senses. Her eyes had a new perspective on the world. A world where fantasy and reality were not so distant!
"You... you kissed me! My first kiss! How could make me feel this way!?" Vernal says breathlessly. Her voice became high pitched like a baby bird's chirping.
"How about we explore some more feelings in one of those comfy tents?" Weiss answers daringly.
"We can't..." Vernal hesitates. "We're not-"
"No one will know. It will be just you and me. I have so much more I want to teach you..." Weiss says cutting her off.
Vernal was utterly captivated by Weiss. She couldn't stop her curiosity getting the better of her. Weiss watches Vernal stand and walk outside the cage. They look around momentarily, heart racing with equal amounts of fear and exhilaration. Vernal inhales a deep breathe of fresh air before turning around to deliver her final answer.
"Don't try anything sneaky... or else!" Vernal threatens, blushing as she answers.
Unphased, Weiss holds up her tied hands and gives Vernal a sly, naughty smirk. She had no intention of finding out if this was an empty threat or not tonight. Vernal hurriedly waves for Weiss to follow her. Weiss rises to feet, allowing her panties to drop to the cage floor. Weiss leaves them behind as she approaches Vernal outside of the cage.
Vernal grabs Weiss by the arm, pulls her sword out of the ground and rushes through the camp with her. Going commando gives Weiss a delightful upskirt breeze! Vernal remains vigilant, anxiously scanning for anyone who might catch them. There is none to witness the plot she has enacted. The rest of the night watch always slacks off.
Thankfully, Vernal's living quarters were in much better condition that the shabby make-shift tents that made up most of the Branwen tribe. It was a circular hut with various fabrics lining the outside. The inside was rather snug, decorated with many embroidered cushions. Weiss almost trips over some clutter left on the floor because of how dark it was inside. Vernal navigated Weiss to a stool so she could search the room for candles.
Vernal lights two candles with a (stolen) box of matches and places them on a small bench. The light gave new color to Vernal's chambers, showing off a lively green and rich brown color scheme. The opening of the hut is sealed close, blocking out the cold. The mood lighting was perfect for a love affair.
Standing at the entrance, Vernal says poetically "I have never known love before... how do you make love?" before she turns to face Weiss.
"Release me and I will release you..." Weiss answers romantically, holding up her tied hands.
Vernal looks to Weiss' sword where she left it balanced against the wall. She takes it in hand then marches towards Weiss. Vernal kneels before them and cuts the ropes binding her hands. Free at last, Weiss caresses Vernal's cheek. Vernal holds Weiss' dainty hand close against her face. Its silky elegance is like a touch from the heavens above. Vernal has not been handled so delicately by anyone since her mother passed away long ago...
"What now?" Vernal sighs, enamored and dewy-eyed.
"Love requires transparency and trust... Take off your clothes... Show me your true self..." Weiss answers.
Vernal hesitates to respond. Her eyes dart away from Weiss. With a nervous gulp, Vernal stands to her feet. She places Weiss' blade on her bench in front of the two lit candles. Vernal rotates herself away from the blade, folding her arms while she contemplates in the middle of the room. The shadows of the blade and Vernal's silhouette are on the walls of the hut. Was Vernal prepared to trust someone she just met by putting herself in a position that would leave her vulnerable?
Vernal glances at Weiss over her shoulder briefly. The flames of passion in her heart align with Weiss'. And so, Vernal begins to undress. She begins by removing her top. Vernal flings her top to the floor beside her, revealing her strapless black bra underneath. The unveiling of her flesh drives Weiss wild! Weiss begins stroking her cock ravenously whilst Vernal undoes her belt buckle. In one swoop, Vernal pulls down her pants and underwear all the way down to her ankles. Her tanned bare bottom rattles as she hops on one leg to remove her shoes. She kicks her shoes away once they are loose. Her feet slip out of her pants easily thereafter. Vernal shivers- though bottomless, she's not fully nude yet. Finally, she removes her bra to expose her chest as her heart pounds against her ribcage.
But Vernal is too afraid to look at Weiss. She coils in on herself, covering her privates with her arms. Weiss knows she is must meet Vernal halfway. They have asked a lot of Vernal so far. It would only be fair for Weiss to fully expose herself and take the lead. Weiss removes her dress, bra, shoes and even her tiara. Slowly, Weiss closes in behind Vernal. She drops everything at Vernal's side.
Upon closer inspection, Vernal's body was hairier than Weiss is used to seeing on girls. Her armpits and her pubic hair were unshaven. She was a flower plucked from the wild, not pruned in a greenhouse. Weiss could smell their pungent body odor within this range- it was brewing with womanly hormones. Weiss' eyes lingered on the small imperfections on Vernal's skin as she stood behind her. Weiss places her hands on Vernal's shoulders to whisper in her ear...
"There is no privacy in love. All is shared. Two become one in spirit, of mind... and in flesh," Weiss whispers. Her fingertips ran down Vernal's shoulders to her arms like gentle rainfall. The sensation electrified her senses- Vernal was on fire yet wrapped in a cold sweat simultaneously! Weiss needed to hear Vernal's consent before she touched her intimate regions. "May I touch your private places?" Weiss asks gently.
"Yes! Touch me however you please!" Vernal begs. Vernal closes her eyes. Her covering arms open gradually. The butterfly had broken out of its cocoon.
Weiss seizes the opportunity to access Vernal's body, opting to touch her breasts first. Weiss fondles Vernal's left breast as her right hand glides down her torso. Weiss stretches down towards Vernal's clitoris. A jolt of delight radiated through the maiden's untouched body. Icy fingers rummaged around her pristine bush. They circled her blossoming flower slowly.
Weiss' rising phallus found itself caught between Vernal's thighs as she closed her legs suddenly. Vernal stood on her tip-toes and sung a heavenly chord. No pornstar could fake the sounds made while Vernal's "horn" was played like a fiddle. The reality of their icky, sticky, somewhat clumsy embrace was a stark contrast to polished, studio produced porn Weiss relied on to get off. This was real. Vernal was a real, natural woman. Weiss held Vernal closely, wrapping her right hand around their tummy. Weiss began thrusting her cock between Vernal's thighs and kissing along their neck. Vernal squeals as her pussy lips rubbed across the top of Weiss' phallus.
Vernal flung her head back as Weiss savagely fucked her thighs. Her feral grunts echoed quietly inside the hut but were silent to the outside world. They were both free to make as much noise as they wanted! Vernal silenced Weiss' grunting with a kiss she planted on her lips over their shoulder. Vernal's legs released Weiss' phallus as she turned around sharply to clutch Weiss in her arms.
Their kissing became frantic. They were both totally amateur at it but relished in discovery. How their lips would together, fold and crease. How much pressure was too much. The tastes of the tongue in one another's mouth. The angles at which they could meet. The steam of another's breath in your face. The sensation of sharing saliva.
Weiss gently bit Vernal's bottom lip before they both lunged at each other with their tongues out. Weiss didn't care that Vernal had bad breath either. She just wanted Vernal, faults and all. They were like two animal engaged in a bizarre mating ritual. They took turns sucking on each others tongues. Weiss tries to stick her tongue into the back of Vernal's throat. The initial shock made Vernal creep back with her eyes wide open. Their bodies gravitated towards the low-lying bear skin bed. They fell down softly as Weiss gently pushes Vernal towards it.
Weiss pins Vernal down as they continue to smooch. When she finally withdraws, Vernal abruptly decides to lick Weiss' face. There is an awkward pause before Weiss licks her face in return. Then her neck. Then her brown nipples. The hairs along every inch of Vernal's body stand on their ends. Weiss runs her hand on their tummy and lays on her side.
“I want you to relax. I’m need to make you nice and wet so things can run smoothly. Here's how love making works. I will put a part of me inside you. My private parts... inside your private parts... But it won't last forever. Nothing lasts forever. The young become old. The night becomes day. There is a time for love and a time battle. Can I make love to you tonight?” Weiss says soothingly.
Vernal nods her head, agreeing to do the deed with Weiss. A maiden she shall be no longer. Weiss' icy hands glide down to Vernal’s virgin lady garden, rubbing her pussy in a circular motion. Vernal groans faintly, anxiously anticipating what is to come with her eyes closed. Weiss gives Vernal a peck on the cheek before repositioning herself from laying at Vernal's side to kneeling in between Vernal's spread legs.
Her pussy drips with moisture like drool from a dog. Perspiration rises from her hairy armpits down to her legs. This bitch was in heat. She sways back and forth with carnal cries as she's touched. Weiss spits on her pussy then slides her index finger down from Vernal's clitoris to her vulva. Weiss follows the creases of Vernal's pussy to finger her- their head rockets up with a gasp as they look down at Weiss.
"It's just my finger," Weiss reassures.
Vernal throws her head back as Weiss slowly fingers her. Weiss wiggles her finger side to side, expecting Vernal's pussy to accommodate it. Her pussy is incredibly tight. The pressure of her inner walls clamps around Weiss' finger. Just thinking about what it will be like to have Vernal's pussy gripping Weiss' cock was thrilling!
But herein lies a conundrum- Vernal was too tight. Weiss won't be able to fit inside without a lot of foreplay. Weiss felt glad to be taking Vernal's virginity rather than letting some bandit rough her up. She would have been in agony left in the hands of a brute. Weiss bides her times, patiently stewing up Vernal's innards. Their legs begin to fidget, quivering with the waves of pain and pleasure.
Vernal clutches her chest tightly. Weiss is careful to not push her beyond a pain threshold she cannot endure, but she can see Vernal's face is straining. Weiss leans forward to lick her breasts one at a time, then removes her finger from Vernal's pussy and massages her pussy lips.
"Play with the horn!" Vernal pleads.
"The horn? You mean your clitoris?" Weiss says as her fingers shift to focus on Vernal's clit.
Vernal draws sharp breaths. She oohs and aahs passionately. Suddenly, like a woman possessed, her hips levitate off the ground as Vernal releases a ghostly shriek!
"You call it your horn, do you? What lovely name! When you play with a girl's horn, she gets horny!" Weiss teases.
Vernal gasps breathlessly as Weiss slides two fingers inside them. Vernal's vaginal walls are noticeably more receptive after playing with her clit. Her "horn" appears to the operating switch of her love socket. Weiss keeps her two fingers inserted inside Vernal while she twiddles her thumb over their clitoris. Vernal cries out and stamps her feet like a child throwing a tantrum. Tears trickle down Vernal's flushed red face. She tries to hide her tears by shielding her face.
Tears of pain. Tears of joy. They made no difference to the Branwen tribe. They were a sign of weakness. Yet, Weiss slowly pulls Vernal's hands away from her face to share their vulnerability. Vernal is reminded that there is no privacy in love. Her emotions, no matter how raw they are, were not to be withheld. Weiss felt the only person in Remnant that Vernal could ever be vulnerable around. Weiss wipes away Vernal's sparkling tears with her clean hand.
Speaking of raw, Weiss decides to smell Vernal's pussy juice trailing along her right hand- the obscene scent blasts her senses with concentrated hormones. Her body physically jerks in reaction to the smell of Vernal's genital fluids. How could something be so gross and so hot at the same time?! It was practically liquid Viagra!
Weiss' wood turned into a iron of rod! Her cock seeps with pre-cum. She unsheathes her foreskin and uses her dirty hand to mindlessly beat her meat. Weiss was ashamed by her lack of self-control in the moment. Rubbing herself vigorously with a fresh coating of vaginal fluid felt divine! Her lube was all-natural as the gods intended! No fruit flavor scents, silicone or artificial color!
Weiss roars to get a grip on herself. She just started making progress on warming up Vernal and she cannot afford to let her body go cold. Weiss rubs her penis tip against Vernal's clitoris. She pokes, prods, slaps, swipes and shuffles her shaft all Vernal's horn, hoping that focusing on their clit will also help loosen her walls.
"Tell me... when you are ready... for me to... push it in..." Weiss sighs.
They howl together in mutual delight. Weiss was content to teases her cock along Vernal's pussy for as long as she needed to feel comfortable. After a minute or so, Vernal lifts her legs to put her hands on her knees. Her yells are progressively getting louder. Weiss takes her teasing up a notch by thrusting her cock across the surface of Vernal's pussy as if she were simulating penetration.
Vernal's juicy thighs close together violently with a wet 'plap' sound. Vernal shouts from her gut a feral cry while Weiss' penis is once again suddenly caught between her thighs. Weiss is forced to roll with Vernal left and right. Weiss enjoys having her cock clenched between Vernal's thighs so much that she almost ejaculates. Weiss clenches her urethra to stop herself from cumming. It has taken considerable willpower to reach this point- she wasn't going to quit now!
Once Weiss' cock is freed, Vernal cries, "I want you now! Make love to me! I can take it... I'm strong!"
Weiss considered for a moment what position would be best for both of them. Weiss admired how pink Vernal's pussy was as drew to her conclusion. Aware that Vernal was conscious about looking Weiss in the face during intimacy, she turned Vernal over on their side to prepare for spooning her from behind. She wanted Vernal to feel loved and cuddled rather than dominated.
Weiss lays down next Vernal with a deep, sensual exhale. Vernal looks back to Weiss briefly while stroking herself near Vernal's bottom. They share a faint kiss. Vernal then faces away from Weiss. She closes her eyes, laying in total surrender on her side as if she were asleep. Weiss kisses along Vernal's shoulder and arm delicately. Their hand caresses Vernal's thigh and bottom.
A sense of calm fills the room. The air is warm thanks to their body heat. The moment of truth was rapidly approaching. Weiss teases her tip across Vernal's pussy lips from behind. Weiss' free hands reaches from under Vernal's body to grab their chest. Vernal leans back for Weiss to kiss her neck.
Primed and ready for the taking, Weiss lunges tip forcefully inside Vernal. Her eyes burst open with a gut-wrenching howl. If someone passing by didn't know any better, they would think Vernal has been stabbed. Her screech is ear-splitting but Weiss holds her in close.
"It's just the tip..." Weiss whispering comforting. She wraps both arms around Vernal to cushion her.
The temple of Vernal's body had been occupied by a foreign power. And yet, Vernal forgave Weiss for the pain inflicted upon her. For it was in this conquest that the terror and wonder of love seared her heart. Her resistance returned to surrender. Her panic subsides. Vernal understood the rules of engagement. No matter how Weiss hurt them, Vernal would have to forgive her over and over for their love to be true.
Love in essence was joy shared, hurts comforted and wounds forgiven.
"It's just the tip..." Weiss repeats as she drive the needle once more.
"I love it!" Vernal groans, embracing the pain.
"It's just the tip... it's just the tip... it's just the... oh my... it's just the tip! You're so tight!" Weiss says.
The plundering of Vernal's booty begins slowly. Vernal had the strength to suffer hell if it meant Weiss could enjoy heaven. Weiss soon acknowledged that she was not going to be satisfied with jerking off after having sex with Vernal. There was no comparison between using her hand and having another living, breathing, warm body to provide her sexual gratification. The inner walls of Vernal's pussy were swamped with her liquid Viagra! The air was so thick with the smell of genital fluids that Weiss suspected she wouldn't be able to get Vernal's scent off her dick for days! And the clench of her pussy was simply to die for! Weiss really didn't need any more than her tip inside to get off.
For the first 30 seconds of her deflowering, Vernal clutches her bed sheets tightly. She had fought against Grimm, so she was strong enough to handle a cock! And then came the reward for her longsuffering. Weiss' blade draws blood as she severs Vernal's hymen. A sting followed flush of relief permeated within Vernal. Pleasure erupted from Vernal's synapses. The soreness inside her pussy turned into a carpet of bliss!
Vernal shouts like she has had a eureka moment. Her fingers stretch out wide, releasing her bedsheets. Her toes extend. Her thighs twitch uncontrollably.
"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! HO! AH! AH! I FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL LOVE!" Vernal exclaims.
Her eyes roll up in ecstasy. The most indescribable sensation was beginning to take over her body. Weiss pressed her face against Vernal's as she indulged on her flesh. The buzz of euphoria continued with each thrust. It built upon itself like a snowball heading down a mountain.
Knowing that Vernal was starting enjoy herself more, Weiss became a little more grabby. She cupped Vernal's bosoms and pinched her nipples amidst their embrace. Her hand slide down to rubbing Vernal's tummy. Weiss licked along Vernal's neck before picking up her pace. Weiss' hips went into mating mode, automatically pumping forward.
Vernal held hands as they snuggled together comfortably. While Vernal was a howler in bed, Weiss more of a grunter. Their faces remained next to each other despite all the noise Vernal made. The closeness of their hold built a sense of intimacy that went beyond that they felt in their nether-regions.
"Old gods! Have mercy on me!" Vernal shouts.
Her plea for mercy was immediately followed by Vernal rocking her hips back to Weiss. Whoredom can be condemned by bringing curses upon her children according to the Branwen religion. But she wanted to live in moment! Her instincts compelled her to throw it reverse. It was automatic. It was hypnotic. It was sensational! Weiss was shocked by this! As a clueless virgin, Weiss expected Vernal to be completely passive. Her sexual awakening allowed nature to run its course.
Vernal's reverse motion made Weiss' cock penetrate deeper into her. Her pussy swallowed half of Weiss' phallus. The walls of her pussy clung to Weiss' phallus, preparing to extract her nutrients. The pressure was so intense that sucked her air out of Weiss' lungs. Weiss became short of breath. She had to begin consciously inhaling large gulps of air.
Weiss and Vernal were practically dancing on each other like snakes in a pit. Weiss grabs Vernal's butt and starts laying into her savagely! Ripples flow through Vernal's flesh, tenderizing her nether-region into hot cookie dough. Vernal wets the bed with an erotic squirt. Weiss' primal grunts turned into baboon howls. There was a certain kind of liberation she found from being able to howl like a wild animal without shame. Weiss loved their sideways rumba and she wanted Vernal to know it! Her hips went into overdrive, humping faster and harder. Vernal and Weiss howled together in a mating frenzy!
Weiss approaches the point of no return. Nothing was stopping her from using Vernal as cumdump but she knew the consequences of doing so could be disastrous. She's too far gone stop herself from finishing. Her teeth as her seed is ready to be drawn out. However, in snap judgement Weiss manages to tame her urges just enough to pull out.
Moments before detonation, Weiss withdraws her cock and aims it towards Vernal's ass. White nectar explodes out onto Vernal's bottom! Rubbing one out makes her semen fly about plumes of discharge. This was easily the best orgasm Weiss had ever experienced! Guttural groans accompany the sweet release.
Weiss didn't last even five minutes inside Vernal, but every second was entirely worth it.
"Are we done?" Vernal asks through her panting once Weiss stops rubbing herself.
"Yes, I'm finished..." Weiss responds. Admittedly, she felt a little embarrassed that this was the initial response Vernal had to her climax. Her performance is gonna need some work...
"Why did you pee white?" Vernal questions.
"Oh, that's not pee. That's called semen. It's... the seed of mankind. When you put the seed inside a lady garden, you get grow new life... Children..."
"I guess we wouldn't want that... can you pass me a cloth to clean it off? The grey one."
"Sure."
Vernal point to a grey wolf skin cloth across the room. Vernal is not going to be mobile for a while... As Weiss stands to grab the cloth, she contemplates using this chance to make an escape.
Could she really leave Vernal so abruptly after making love to her? Did she have a choice? Weiss certainly doesn't want to end up staying in the cage again...
"Listen Vernal, I really don't want to go back in that cage outside. It's cold... and I prefer your warmth..." Weiss pleads.
"You can stay with me. I want you to stay! And tomorrow, maybe I could try to convince my tribe leader to not sell you," Vernal answers.
"You would do that for me?"
"I would do anything for you..."
Weiss returns back to Vernal's arms, cloth in hand to clean her. They both were in dire need of some sleep.
Weiss awoke the next morning surrounded by four women brandishing weapons... Vernal was not among them. The eldest of them tells Weiss sternly she has been summoned. Something has obviously gone wrong with Vernal negotiations with the Branwen tribe leader. Did she say too much?
Weiss rolls her eyes and throws her quilt to the side in a strop. The younger tribeswomen turn away in fright from her revealed penis. But the elder is not amused.
"Mine is bigger," she quips.
Weiss takes her sweet time to put on her clothes before she is escorted to the Branwen tribe leader. She is taken into a yurt towards the back of the camp. She finds Vernal kneeling in front a table before a familiar black haired figure. Looking at their red eyes reminds Weiss of the boot to the face she caught before being taken prisoner.
Vernal looks back to her briefly, then towards the table. She's visibly shaking in fear. The elder tribeswoman instructs Weiss to sit on a cushion at the table with a forceful pull. The Branwen tribe leader stares Weiss down for a moment and leans forward to speak.
"My name is Raven. Let's not beat around the bush- did something happen between you and Vernal last night?" she says.
"Nothing happened!" Vernal pleads.
"Shut it!" Raven replies. "Vernal has been begging me not to sell you to the White Fang all morning. She insists you could be more valuable to our tribe alive. Why? Beats me! What I do know is that Vernal was meant watch over you as a captive. But somehow, you convinced her to let you out the cage. Enlighten me on what led to Vernal having a change of heart."
"...I had sex with her last night..." Weiss hesitantly confesses. The cat was out of the bag. Playing along with Vernal's game of denial was futile. Raven's face hardens as she prepares to respond.
"Do you have any idea how valuable a woman's virginity is in my tribe?! You have made it next to impossible for Vernal to find a husband now!" Raven shouts.
Vernal bows with head on the ground in front of Raven. She shouts something in native Branwen language which sounded apologetic but Raven rolls her eyes. With a great sigh, Raven plants her face into her palm. Raven had spent months pitching Vernal to decent suitors. Unfortunately, no man showed any interest in her after Vernal talked their ears off!
What Raven finds most bizarre about this predicament is the fact Vernal got laid by a futanari from outside their tribe. Since when did Vernal like futanari?! Why couldn't she lose her virginity to someone in the tribe? At least then she could have forced them to take responsibility by marrying her...
It was with this train of thought that Raven began to hatching a crafty solution. Raven stroked her chin as she stared Weiss, then glanced over at Vernal.
"As Vernal is so keen on keeping you alive, I am willing to make you an offer that will benefit everyone, Ms Shnee. If you agree to marry Vernal tonight, you will be considered a member of Branwen tribe. Then, and only then, will I cancel my trade arrangement with the White Fang," Raven proposes.
If for no other reasons than staying alive, Weiss had to take the offer. Weiss looks to Vernal, declaring that she accepts Raven's offer. Vernal springs up like a bunny rabbit upon hearing Weiss accept Raven's offer. Vernal hugs her and delivers a kiss on the cheek.
'Always the bridesmaid and never the bride' was the story of Vernal's life. But not any longer! Raven orders the tribeswoman to prepare a feast- they had a wedding to prepare for!
The camp buzzed with shuffling and chatter of the imminent wedding. Having witnessed many of her friends get married, Vernal leapt with joy as she introduced her new fiancé to them. Vernal did most of the talking as Weiss shared food with dozens of new faces.
Vernal happily explained to Weiss their camp's proximity to the closest cities and settlements in the kingdom of Mistral when Weiss asked throughout the morning. Vernal could talk for hours on the history of her tribe with maps and fables. The more questions Weiss asked, the guiltier she felt about asking. It wasn't right to keep leading Vernal on. Part of her genuinely wanted to stay with them, however she was gathering intel to make her escape. It was the reason she began making conversation with Vernal from the start. Getting wrapped in a relationship wasn't part of the plan...
As the afternoon beckoned, Weiss was separated from Vernal to prepare their marriage ceremony. Raven met with Weiss in private and laid out the plan for the night. The Branwen tribe was assembled at sunset with food, music and singing surrounding a fire. A sacrificial goat was slain, skinned and cooked- apples were dipped in its blood as a representation for the union of family trees. Blood was of great spiritual significance to the Branwen tribe. The breaking of the hymen is meant to seal the unification of bloodlines during the consummation of marriage. It was equally important to marriage as wedding vows. Even widows are required to shed blood during a wedding ceremony if they remarry. The flow of blood separates the living from the dead, yet connects us to our ancestors.
Vernal is brought to the campfire wearing a green dressing, covering her to toe. A traditional Branwen wedding dress must be worn with nothing underneath. The upwind chill was exhilarating! Weiss stood waiting for her- she wore a warm blue dress provided to her while her regular clothes were being washed.
Weiss and Vernal held hands as they prepared to say their vows. The whole Branwen stood as their witnesses.
Raven explains to Weiss that under Branwen tradition, a futanari that marries a woman is considered the 'husband'. Futanari who marry women are always given masculine titles (sir, husband, mister). Raven then takes two ceremonial apples into a bowl. The apples were to be destroyed once their wedding vows were taken. Weiss and Vernal were given simple vows- to accept that they were bound by blood until the end of their days.
Weiss and Vernal take their apples as they say their vows. Raven then holds their arms up to the skies.
"May the blood of your forefathers, the blood of the slain beast and the blood of the hymen unite you forevermore. Brothers and sisters, I give you Sir Weiss Shnee and Madam Vernal Branwen!" Raven declares.
The Branwen tribe erupted with cheer! Vernal led Weiss to toss their ceremonial apples into the fire. Just like that Weiss and Vernal were married!
The newly weds were served a feast while folk song and dance paraded around the fire. Vernal dragged Weiss along to join the chaotic celebration. They danced like there was no tomorrow- the Branwen tribe sure knew how to party! They could put Atlas' nightlife to shame! Weiss became rather frisky with Vernal once she downed a few drinks, so Raven encouraged them to get a room. Cheers and whistling followed them as Raven whisked Weiss and Vernal inside for an early night.
Vernal awoke in the early dawn snuggled up cozily with Weiss following their night of merry making. Vernal reminded Weiss that she still hasn't told her what life was like in Atlas. The thought of Atlas made Weiss reconsider if she truly wanted to leave the Branwen tribe. For once in her life, she felt content. She felt free! And, she wasn't lonely. Weiss talked about all the things she left behind (for better or worse) in Atlas.
However, Weiss would receive a loud reminder of the other life she tried to build outside of Atlas. There was a commotion within the Branwen camp. It sounded like a brawl was breaking out. Weiss ignored it until she heard gunshots. Weiss and Vernal looked at the each before rushing out to check what was happening.
Yang had arrived in the Branwen tribe.
Her argument with Raven for refusing to make her a portal to Qrow devolved into a scrapheap. Yang started fighting with members of the Branwen tribe when she refused to leave the camp. Raven became furious that no one in the tribe could best Yang in a fight so she jumped in. Weiss found Yang and Raven boxing each other, egged on by a ring of surrounding tribesmen. Weiss used her glyphs to break them up.
"What are you doing here?!" Weiss shouted at Yang.
Yang said nothing for a moment. She was bewildered at the sight of Weiss.
"Is this real? Weiss is that really you? I'm not having a relapse right?" Yang says as she stands up.
Weiss heard about Beacon survivors having PTSD- the fact Yang had to question reality upon seeing her shook them to the core. Weiss was snatched away from the battle of Beacon too quickly by Jacques to learn the fate of her team thereafter. Weiss walked towards Yang and hugged her. The rallying cheers of Branwen tribe died down, turning into confusion. Vernal ran to Raven's side and turned back to see Weiss hugging Yang.
"Who is she?!" Vernal hissed. Weiss quickly broke apart her hug and turned to Vernal.
"That would be my daughter, Yang. Her and Weiss have history..." Raven chimed in.
"Vernal, I can explain! We were part of the same huntsmen team!" Weiss answers.
"Who is she?" Yang asks confusedly.
"I will explain everything inside! Everyone else, clear off!" Raven declares.
The Branwen tribesmen licks the wounds Yang gave them and disperses.
Yang, Weiss and Vernal are brought into Raven's chambers together. Raven briefly explains the agreement Weiss made to marry Vernal as to avoid being sold to the White Fang for ransom. Before they can go into any further detail, Yang barks at them that the entire situation they are describing is insane! Yang insists that both she and Weiss are leaving, changing the conversation back to using Raven's semblance. Yang demands that Raven makes her a portal to Qrow. Raven tries to explain why she will not entertain any business with the huntsmen but Yang won't let her get a word in.
Raven and Yang's conversation quickly turns sour. Yang ends up storming out of Raven's yurt. Weiss gets up to try talking speaking some sense into Yang. Vernal grabs her arm before she can leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" Vernal asks passive aggressively.
"I just need a minute!" Weiss answers.
Weiss yanks her hand arm free from Vernal. She chases down Yang as they sprint towards the exit of the Branwen tribe. Yang ignores Weiss pleas for her to stop until finding Bumblebee where she parked it.
"Get on. We're leaving," Yang snaps bluntly.
"I can't... My wife..." Weiss pants.
"Don't tell me you love her! You were forced into a marriage to save your skin. You had sex her once or twice, probably. Now I'm helping you file for divorce."
"It's not that simple!"
"Tell me what's not simple."
"She loves me!" Weiss cries. Yang pauses.
"...I will stay in the crap sack of a camp until tonight. You have until then decide whether or not you're coming with me..." Yang responds.
"I don't want to be the bad guy here!" Weiss shouts.
"How long were you planning to keep leading her on? Weiss, this was never going to work... Sometimes, the only good thing to do is what's good yourself. All is fair in love and war."
A chill slivers its way through Weiss' heart. It crawls down her spine, resting uncomfortably in her stomach. Yang spoke the truth. Weiss had done nothing but manipulate an innocent young woman for the past two days. There was no virtue in staying with Vernal when her heart wanted to leave. All she could dream about during her isolation in Atlas following the Fall of Beacon was team RWBY. Rejoining her team was an even better outcome for running away from home than her original plan living with Winter wherever she was stationed in Mistral.
Yang returns to the Branwen tribe with Bumblebee and Weiss following her. Vernal frowns with her arms crossed when Weiss approaches her. Weiss on the other hand is more sorrowful. Weiss looks her wife in the eye, bows her head and whispers an apology. Vernal is quick to forgive Weiss. The naive soul is not aware of what Weiss is apologizing for... Nevertheless, Weiss and Vernal spend the rest of the day chattering away.
Weiss savors the daylight while it lasts. Vernal remains on edge whenever Yang is nearby.
When night falls, Weiss and Vernal make love... for last time. Weiss waits patiently for Vernal to fall deep asleep. After she puts on her clothes, Weiss lingers while looking over Vernal. Weiss felt like she owed Vernal at least some explanation. Weiss leaves behind her underwear... The night watch, while slacking off as usual, are blissfully unaware as Yang drives away with Weiss.
Leaving Vernal was one of the hardest decisions Weiss had ever made. Vernal is heartbroken upon finding her bed empty the next morning with only Weiss' panties left behind. She could not the strength to forgive Weiss. Vernal swore in her heart that she would end their marriage the traditional way- "till death do us part".