This particular one is mostly just rough sex, but it starts getting into my special kinks towards the very end. Don’t read this particular chapter if you aren’t willing to read actions that are biologically and physically impossible on several levels.

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Far away, a stone castle sat on black earth, underneath a blood red sky. Inside of the castle, a figure walked confidently down a hallway, curvy hips swaying. This figure’s skin was an unnatural white, the same color as her hair, with black traceries visible on the sides of her face. Her clothes only brought attention to the odd color, a black tunic that left her arms, legs, and most of her midriff completely bare, with a long piece of cloth hanging loose over her waist to conceal a little of her modesty, though flashes of an enormous, bitch-breaking cock could be seen when the cloth shifted just right. Her eyes were perhaps what was oddest about her, black sclera with glowing red irises.

Still, the most unnerving thing was the cocky, feral grin. Her teeth were normal, except for the slightly larger than average canines, but then again the teeth weren’t the unnerving thing.

No, the unnerving thing was what the smile meant. Salem, Mistress of the Grimm, was in a good mood. And that never boded well.

She shouldered open the door to her throne room. It never failed to fill her with satisfaction, seeing all of the former Huntresses arranged in a circle around her seat of power, restrained by powerful tendrils that Salem had bred specifically for this purpose. Three of the Huntresses were already unconscious, thick seed oozing from every hole. Salem had been busy managing her forces for the last little bit, but she’d made certain to thoroughly work off some of the pressure beforehand in order to focus.

Now, though, she’d had to go without a good fuck for a couple of hours, and her absurdly potent balls were already full again, almost painfully so. Salem relished the slight ache, though. It always felt better when she had to really work one of her sluts over to blow off some steam.

Usually, when she got to feeling like this, she’d pick two or three. Not today, though. Today, she treated herself to her favorite.

Most of her pets were completely naked, but not this one. Salem had let this one keep the tattered remnants of a white cloak around her shoulders. When Salem reached her, the woman’s silver eyes glared up at her, still defiant. Salem chuckled. “Hey, Summer, I’ve got good news for you! Let’s-”

Salem stopped, noticing something wrong. She bent down, examining Summer’s restraints. Teeth marks. The Huntress had been chewing through the absurdly tough Grimm keeping her attached to the ground. And even the stone floor was chipped, near where it was attached!

Salem laughed outright, amazed. “I can’t believe it! Twelve years in, and you’re still trying to escape! Most of these other whores didn’t last a tenth of that time before I broke them down, but you’re still going!” She reached down and slung Summer over her shoulder. The pale Huntress struggled, but against Salem she might as well have been trying to push away the ground beneath her feet. “That’s why you’re my favorite. You’ve still got fight in you.”

She turns and starts the walk back to her private quarters, reaching a hand up and squeezing Summer’s ass. “I can’t wait until you break around my cock. You’ll be an amazing servant.”

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Salem sets Summer down on her knees, tearing the cloth concealing her waist away. She could always make another outfit, and she was not in the mood for waiting. Salem’s cock sprang out, slapping Summer across the face and splattering her with Salem’s pre.

Salem’s dick was intimidating, and despite twelve years of experience Summer still swallowed nervously when it was laid across her face. The whole thing was as long as her forearm, and wider around than her fist. The thick, veiny length darkened from Salem’s usual pale white color to an angry purple towards the tip, and clear fluid flowed in rivulets. Salem’s balls were enormous as well, the smooth pale sack holding two apple-sized orbs.

Salem abruptly grabbed Summer’s hair, pulled her away, then hilted herself in the Huntress’s throat, stretching her jaw wide. “Mmph! I thought I’d give you the chance to make things easier on yourself, but I guess you wanted to do things the hard way!”

Salem’s throatfucking is thorough, and brutal. Summer’s saliva coats her mistress’s shaft, helping it glide down towards her stomach. Of course, it’s not nearly enough to make the passage easy, and the crushingly tight confines of her neck squeeze down on Salem’s cock, leaving no room for air.

After what feels like an eternity, Salem pulls out enough for Summer to gasp for air around the cockhead still in her mouth. She can’t do more than feebly struggle as Salem lifts her up and sets her down on the bed, letting Summer’s head hang backwards over the edge. Salem pushes the first few inches of her length back into the Huntress’s mouth, lightly moving back and forth over her tongue. “Hey, let’s make things interesting, alright? I’m gonna choke you with my dick, and I’m not going to pull out until you make me cum. It would be a shame to lose you over something like this, so I hope you’re ready!”

Summer’s eyes widen, and she barely has enough time to take a deep breath before Salem grabs the sides of her head and thrusts in down to her base, going so deep that Summer swears she can feel the cock inside of her stomach.

She starts swallowing, shifting her head up and down, anything she can do to increase the stimulation. She tries to lap at Salem’s balls with her tongue, but the weird position she’s in just leaves her licking the top of the shaft. Summer reaches back, fondling the heavy orbs with her hands, trying her best to make the Grimm Mistress climax.

It’s not working. Summer’s body cries out for air, but Salem just does her best to thrust a little bit deeper. “Fuck, you’re good at this. Better hurry up, though~”

Summer’s vision starts to fade, and she tries her last resort. She starts swallowing heavily around Salem’s cock, and one of the hands fondling her falls reaches back further to slip a finger into Salem’s ass.

The unnaturally pale woman stiffens, her cock swelling as she starts to pour shot after shot of her seed directly into Summer’s stomach. She stops unusually quickly and pulls out, but Summer is too grateful for the air to second guess the source.

At least until Salem hilts herself down her throat again. “Ballsy move, bitch.” She growls. “You’re lucky I like you so much, or else you’d be getting way worse than this.” Salem wraps her hands around Summer’s throat, squeezing the Huntress around her cock. She starts thrusting at a frenzied pace, the rampant abuse of her throat making Summer’s eyes flutter shut as fresh juices run down the inside of her thigh.

In moments, Salem bursts again, flooding Summer’s body with cum. “That’s more like it, drink it all!”

When Salem pulled out, the taste of her seed on Summer’s tongue made the near-insensate girl moan. She might have retained her independence and free will across the years of captivity, and her mind was as sharp as ever, but there was only so much a body could take before it was overwhelmed with the pleasure.

The Huntress vaguely registered being turned over, before the sensation of an intrusion punching all the way up through her cunt and smashing into the back walls of her womb made her jolt back to wakefulness with an agonizingly blissful scream.

Salem pulls Summer up until she’s on all fours, then immediately starts a fast, rutting pace. The pale woman leans down until her breath is tickling Summer’s ear, making sure that her prisoner can hear her over the moans, and the loud noises of their bodies smacking together. “That’s right, Summer, didn’t I say I had good news for you? It’s about your daughter!”

Summer’s eyes fly open, before an extremely rough thrust from Salem makes them roll back in her head. The Huntress fights to stay conscious, trying to focus on the witch’s next words.

Salem chuckles. “You know, I hadn’t thought much of her, until some of my pets ran into…what was her name again? Ruby? She looks just like you! The hair, the body, the cloak…the eyes.”

Summer gasps and whimpers as she feels pressure against her back door, Salem rubbing a finger that had been lubed up with the fluids coating her shaft over the tight ring. She pushes it inside, then quickly follows with a second. And then a third. “And that’s not all she shares. Did you know that she decided to become a Huntress? Got into Beacon early, as a matter of fact! And she’s already been taken by some of my little beauties, too. Sure, she got free, but she was a Minotaur’s cocksleeve for at least an hour. Then the Charybdis trapped her, and egged her over and over.”

Salem’s whole hand worked its way into Summer’s tight ass, making the girl squeal as she desperately fought to stay coherent. Salem started to feel around, testing the limits of her toy, delighting at how far she could push Summer when her Aura was helping to shield her from damage and pain. A wicked idea occurred to her, and she started pushing her hand further into Summer’s body, stretching both sets of her internal walls to their limits until she managed to feel what she was looking for. “The girl’s a natural, just like you are. Do you want to see what she’s up against right now?”

Translucent Grimm coated the walls of Salem’s chamber, to help her control her forces. At her command, the one that Summer was facing flashed to life, showing a Grimm’s-eye view of a battered and weakened Team RWBY, their Auras depleted. “You know, Summer, I think you had a run in with this particular Patriarch. I’m certain it’ll be more than happy to work out any frustrations it has with you on dear little Ruby.”

The hand abusing Summer’s insides reached its target, stretching her back passage enough to let Salem grab her womb. The dominant woman hilts herself inside of Summer again, massaging the head of her cock through Summer’s body, jerking herself off with Summer’s innermost chamber. Summer howls at the sensation, her her whole body twitching and shuddering in sensory overload. Salem just smirks, and starts to force her second hand into Summer’s body. “You know, I bet the poor little girl misses her mommy. It must have been hard for her, growing up alone, probably thinking that you’re dead.”

Summer just barely holds onto consciousness, the multiple massive intrusions in her body threatening to crush her under a wave of pleasure. Salem doesn’t press the advantage, easing her crushing grip on Summer’s womb, instead just gently rubbing her reproductive system through her body, an action that by itself is causing mind-bending sensations. “I should bring her here. After all, what sort of monster separates a mother from her child?”

Summer freezes, but Salem just laughs. “That’s a project for later, then. For now…watch!” Salem’s hands push deeper inside of her, until she can grab hold of Summer’s ovaries. “I’m going to make you cum your fucking brains out while you watch your daughter get bred! I’m going to fill you up with the Grimm that are going to bring her here!”

Salem’s thrusts resume their frantic pace, burying her cock inside of Summer with enough force to break the bones of a non-Huntress. She squeezes Summer’s ovaries, the sensitive little sacs being milked for their eggs, the valuable little cells tumbling into Summer’s womb at the height of Salem’s breeding frenzy.

Summer’s body can’t make a proper noise. She can’t even close her eyes, with her brain so utterly scrambled from Salem’s hideously pleasurable abuses. All she can do is experience the torturous bliss of her body being brutalized, and watch her daughter fight a desperate battle against a monster. Salem climaxes with a yell, nearly crushing Summer’s ovaries in her grip as she pumps the Huntress’s womb full to bursting with her fluids. The last thing Summer sees before she’s overcome by a wall of pleasure is Ruby, her daughter, crying out in ecstasy as a Grimm fills her with its seed.