After conversing with the strange sisters, Weiss excused herself, and asked for where she could find a bed to sleep.
“I’d offer you my bed, but I don’t think you could afford it.” The blonde retorted, as a light crimson flooded Weiss’ face.
Saving her from more embarrassing remarks, Ruby added “Go up the stairs, take the second door on the left. The bed should suit what you are looking for, if you don’t mind it being a little dusty.”
“I don’t think Clarke has actually used this place in a while. Don’t you think that’s weird, considering how long he’s been working here?” Yang asked Ruby, diverting the dark haired Queen, before Weiss could say a thing, and what she thought about this lacklustre home.
Not wanting to add more fuel to that fire, Weiss left the front room, and ascended the stairs, creaking the floorboards every now and then.
-If you need anything, Yang and I will be in the room next door to yours- Ruby added excitedly, along the Distaff thread.
Weiss sent her what passed for an affirmative pulse on the threads, and reached the crest of the stairs.
The second story of this place, since Weiss refused to believed people actually lived here and therefore was denying that it was a house, was just as dusty as the first floor. But it didn’t have the musty smell that permeated the bottom floor, but rather just smelled of dust.
She looked around, and noticed that a window was slightly ajar, and could possibly have allowed sun to shine in, if the Sun was up.
That explains why this part of this place doesn’t seem as abandoned, Weiss mused, and she walked past the door Ruby had said she and her sister would be using, to the one Ruby said she could use.
Upon entering, even she was surprised at how sparse it was. Towards the left of the room, lay the bed. And to the right, was a tall object, covered in sheets.
Curious, Weiss moved towards it, and removed the sheet, to find her standing in front of a full length mirror.
She screeched, seeing the dark and horrifying being standing where she should’ve, only to realise that her hooded ensemble, combined with the now thawed crystallised blood, gave her the look of a deranged killer.
-What’s wrong?- Ruby asked, panic in her voice. –Yang wants to race up to help, but I told her to wait a bit for a response.-
Again, Weiss’ face flushed red, brighter than before.
–I startled myself, in a mirror.- She replied honestly, wanting to get used to being completely honest with Ruby. She could feel Ruby’s amusement through the thread, which was shortly followed by a loud laugh from Yang.
-Okay dokey. But please try and keep any more screams to a minimum. While our neighbours are used to screaming, they are more used to happier ones.- It seemed Ruby sent feelings of warm support, then cut the thread.
Weiss’ face was now burning crimson. Mother Night, she knew the Blood of Hayll were over-sexed, but this was ridiculous.
As she gathered her wits, she also noted how easily both of the sisters could slip by her armoured outer shell. She’d built her armor to deal with the poisonous attitude that the powerful courts of Terrielle, and it could even stand up to the barbs of the Dark Queen’s butler, who was renowned for being able to break people with just a few words.
Yet the sisters had completely bypassed it, and not for malicious reasons. Dealing with these two, and their entwined future was going to be a completely different experience to what her father had trained her for.
This excited Weiss, and gave her a small measure of hope for her future. She loathed the courts of Hayll, loathed the way her family and their court members would do their best to appease the Dark Queen. And now she had a way out.
Weiss once again looked over herself, and vanished the ruined mess from her body, and admired her naked form in the mirror. Luckily, the thawed blood hadn’t soaked through the clothes completely, and only left a few dark spots of red on her otherwise pale skin.
Not knowing when she’d get back to her household and the bathing rooms, she summoned the two small basins and a wash cloth, and sat her naked buttocks on the floor, in front of the mirror.
Filling both of the basins with water she kept stored in her personal cupboard, she dipped the cloth into one of the basins, and began to clean her body.
She brought the damp fabric up her arms, and wiped it back and forth along her, slowly, making sure to get all the grime she’d accumulated over the last few days. She repeated the motions on her other arm, enjoying the cold dampness on her skin.
She moved the fabric to the back of her neck, and gave a small whimper as she massaged her neck, as the tension started to leave. She began tilting backwards, lost in the sensation, until she overbalanced, and fell backwards.
Catching herself last second, she slowly lowered herself to the floor, lying down straight, and uncrossing her legs.
She trailed the fabric along her throat, in slow and sensuous movements, skin starting to flush with excitement.
Wasn’t aware I was this stressed Weiss thought, amused. But apparently I need the release, and I don’t trust anyone else in this Darkness forsaken city.
Weiss paused her motions, thinking of Ruby, and how she could teach the young Queen how to enjoy her own body, as well as that of another’s, before shaking her head clear of the thoughts.
We’ve just met, and we don’t have any basis for such a relationship. Besides, she hasn’t gone through her Virgin Night safely yet, and I don’t believe she come through that safely.
Weiss went back to the task at hand, of both cleaning herself, and of giving her body the release it so desperately needed and craved.
She dipped the cloth into the second basin, wringing the muck and blood out of the cloth, before dipping it back into the first one, and bringing the dripping cloth to just above her chest. The cold water fell to her chest, accentuating the curves of her breasts, and a few drops managing to make trails across her sensitive nipples, hardening them, eliciting another sigh from Weiss.
She could feel a new wetness slowly starting to make itself known in her nether regions, as the faint smell of her arousal began to fill the room.
Finally lowering the cold and wet cloth to the space between her velvety breasts, the cold touching the enflamed skin, increasing the sensitivity of the touch, Weiss committed herself to what she craved, and was determined to leave herself as thoroughly satisfied as she could be, just using her hands.
Dragging the cloth around the skin beneath her left breast, while her free hand went to her right nipple, tweaking the hardened tip, and started massaging the soft flesh beneath, Weiss set to work on releasing the tension that was starting to form near her crotch, refusing to go for the quick release that her clit would bring.
She worked the cloth from one nipple to the other, until the sensation started to prove too much for her, each nipple painfully sensitive, her groin desperately craving the attention her hardened peaks were so selfishly keeping to themselves.
Not fully giving in to the temptation to finish herself there, Weiss refreshed the damp cloth, sweet cold once again permeating the cloth. She brought it to the underside of her breasts, and dragged the cold cloth down her stomach, quiet moans escaping the closer she got to her clit.
Right before she brought the cloth to her sensitive pleasure zone, she diverted to the right, cold cloth teasing her labia, as it went up her right thigh, cleaning the arousal that was working its way across. Once the right thigh was flushed with need, Weiss carefully circled under her thoroughly aroused vagina, and cleaned the arousal that had dripped down to her ass.
Upon the cold cloth touching her rosebud, it took all of Weiss’ self control not to come right then and there.
You are a Schnee, finish the job how you intended to finish it she scolded herself, as she gave her body a few seconds to recover a semblance of self control, and cleaned up the newer waves of arousal that her near orgasm left on her body.
She continued to work on to her left thigh, her breathing getting ragged.
Before going for the finale, Weiss cleaned the cloth a final time, and summoned a smaller one, for her to bite down on. She wouldn’t give the blonde the satisfaction of knowing she’d just pleasured herself.
As she placed the smaller cloth between her lips, she started to drip the wet and cold cloth on her lower lips, the cold water mixing with her heated arousal, the cold and heat causing pleasure to spiral between her lower lips.
Knowing she was on the brink, she bit down and mercilessly circled her clit with the freezing cloth, her left hand alternating between each nipple, as her first orgasm hit her hard and fast, a loud moan muffled by the cloth, as she continued to work furiously on her clit and nipples.
A second orgasm hit, and a third, her breathing becoming strained as the room began to reek of her arousal. She closed her eyes, and tried hard for a fourth, but her body gave out, her arms falling to her side, the cloth in her mouth forgotten as she struggled for breath.
Struggling to sit up, Weiss looked at the mirror, and was slightly embarrassed to discover that she had splattered the lower edge of the mirror with arousal, the force of her orgasms shocking her a little.
Weiss sighed, as she finished cleaning the last of the much, blood and arousal fluids from her lower body, and summoned the sleeping shift she always kept stored in her cupboard, onto her body, as well as her spare set of undergarments.
The ice blue garment was simple, and had a basic frill along the neck line. And it felt comfy on her oversensitive form.
Seeing that cleaning the mirror and where she’d been sitting, she also summoned a broom, and began work on cleaning the entire room, so that, at the very least, if immature blond one walked in, she’d just think that Weiss had been busy cleaning, instead of getting herself off.
Satisfied that the room was at a level of cleanliness she could tolerate, Weiss set herself on the bed, as the full moon shone bright through the window.
She could hear the sisters had apparently moved into the room nearby, and were having a faint conversation. Since she couldn’t hear the impertinent blonde laughing, Weiss was going to make the assumption she’d successfully taken care of herself covertly.
Still riding the euphoric buzz, she drifted off into sleep, her thoughts solely on the dark haired beauty who lay in the next room, and the bright future Weiss believed she could offer.
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Roman looked down at the city, cigarette flaring, as he waited for the first signs of movement. He hadn’t expected the Grimm to take this long to gather.
Since the Dark Queen had long since made the Hunters and Huntresses redundant, it was interesting to note that the Grimm still knew not to get too close to a major settlement.
Roman sighed, and turned to the grunt to his left.
“You told me you set the baits. These were expensive, ‘guaranteed to get you a group in an hour’ type baits, which the Ruling Courts just seem to love using for their games. So, “Roman gestured towards Hayll, “Why don’t we have ourselves any chaos and anarchy?”
The red haired grunt shifted, obviously uncomfortable. “There’s something strong in the city, strong enough to make the beasts hesitant. But we placed enough lures to drive them into a fervour, and the few packs we’ve seen are going crazy with a need to enter the city. Whatever is keeping them out, won’t last beyond the morning.” An arrogant tone had his voice on these last few words.
Roman sighed again. Here he was, launching an attack on the seat of power of Hayll’s Hundred Families, and he was still surrounded by arrogant fools who thought plans never failed.
“What’s your name?”
The grunt blinked, surprised.
“Cardin, sir.”
“Let’s hope this goes well then, and we get the Rose our Queen is asking for. Because if it doesn’t, you and your friends will be explaining to her why you let the Rose escape.”
Roman suppressed a smirk, as he felt the change of demeanor wash over the youth, his psychic sent changing from arrogance to grim determination.
“I won’t let you down, sir.”
“Good, you’d better not.” Roman turned and left, heading back for his temporary hideout in the cave system nearby. Upon entering, Roman placed his beloved cane-like cudgel near his sleeping cot, and laid himself down.
He felt a pulse of awareness hit him on the psychic threads, signalling that his bodyguards had news for him.
-Sir, Cargo secured. Would you like my sister and I to bring it to you?- The more dominant one responded, sending a hazy image of her more submissive sister holding some Dust Crystals, with a few cases lying open nearby.
-No, the original plan is about to go under way. Head to the next hide out, near the Schnee Estate.-
He responded, and received as pulse of acknowledgement as the thread was cut.
The Schnees, while the biggest buyers of Dust, wouldn’t be the only ones interested. But being near to their lands, also gave him access to their wealth, should they plan to play him.
At the very least, this operation won’t be a complete failure, Roman mused, as he closed his eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, ready to start the part of the job that left a bad taste in his mouth: Finding the young woman, and either breaking her so badly her craft would be useless, or leaving her body behind.
He wished he had a way out of this, but no such luck, on this venture.