Main-Routine

Jaune: *Whispers in her ear* Customizable high impact sniper rifle~

Ruby:

Ruby: *snapping* huh?

Weiss: *Sitting in Ruby's lap and getting whispering in her ear* Quick release magazine, fluted free floating barrel with Giant magnification scope bolt action anti-tank rifle with folding Scythe

Ruby:

Weiss: I thought you said you hide emergency money inside there

white knight:

weiss: are you the new plumber?

jaune: i am

weiss: i have a pip that needs a gooood cleaning.

jaune: thats what plumbers do.

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blake: jaune can you help me? i think im stuck.

jaune: *comes in and sees blake under the bed with her ass in the air*

blake: jaune?

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yang: here go jaune. nice cool cup of water?

jaune: thanks*

yang: ooops i spilt it all over your pants. here take them and i'll wash them.

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nora: what are you doing step bro

Raven Branwen was a complicated woman. One who could both gift you a sword or ram one in your chest the same day. Although she had respect for people with guts enough to defy her orders, something her second in command took advantage regularly to the point of entertaining both Bandit leader and her. She knew whenever her boss sent her to her chamber, she was going for a reward instead.

This time, she kept the best part of the raids for herself and didn't contributed for the tribe.

"What did you do now, Vernal?"

"Nothing you wouldn't, Boss"

"Is that so? Then why are my men thirsty and their booze gone"

"Your bad management, perhaps"

"You are pushing your luck, brat. Don't do me take it from you."

"Then come, and get it"

Snarled the blue eyed brat before leaving her leader alone with her guards.

Until night fell Raven would act as the merciless and annoyed leader she was meant to be. She would get prisoners shot if no one was willing to pay their rescue. She would order raids to atlesian convoys and vale's caravans. After that, she would discipline her right hand, and enjoy it.

Vernal would wait proudly over Raven's bed sitting with her legs open and fully naked, except for a set of black leather straps tight enough to bite her tanned skin. To remember her boss she could take anything she wanted, anytime she wanted.

Raven would greet her, stripping every piece of armor and fabric without looking even once to the girl. Dropping her gauntlets to the floor and slowly taking down her crimson dress to reveal her white back. Vernal would start yanking the ring holding the straps of her pussy, rubbing her clit and digging the leather into her lower mouth. With every inch the crimson eyed master revealed she yanked faster and would add something to the show:

When Raven took off her dress, she started pinching her perky nipples. When Raven took the bra, she sucked on her fingers.

When the red eyed woman put down her shorts Vernal pressed her wet hand over the straps over her clit to make them rub harder the brat's pinky pleasure buttom. To the point where Raven was in her birthday suit, Vernal was to the brink of cumming with closed eyes and short breathing. She would had do it if Raven didn't stop her with the touch of the cold blade of her Omen, which made the tanned and reddened face of her second in command to react and open her blue eyes.

"Lick"

Was the instruction of the monochromatic master as the petite brunette sucked and licked over the tip of her master's blade. When it was soaked she then caressed the skin of her bust, gently pecking her pink nipples only enough to make the girl moan and quiver to it.

"Are you ready to spill where you hid the tribe's alcohol? Or should I call you bad girl and spank you, brat?" Said Raven as she pressed the tip of Omen into the pink areola of the tanned girl. Who refused to open her mouth.

With a defiant silence, Vernal turned her back towards Raven, placing her hands on the bed and looking back to her boss. Pointing with her eyes a double wooden dildo attached to a harness just a foot or two from Raven.

The black haired master sheated her sword and fastened the strapon around her waist making sure her end slided smoothly almost to the end of her cunt but with enough looseness to go all the way if pressed. She closed the distance pressing her great rack over the tanned back of Vernal and slowly locked her left fingers with those of the bandit.

She then used her right hand and slided the wooden thing under the girl's lips, getting it naturally lubed, and triggering pushing her lips and getting the wooden head in and out.

"Do it now..."

"Please what?"

"Please give it to me, Raven"

After it, the woman slammed the fake penis into the happy slut in front of her and changes the right hand from the dildo to the tanned girl's neck. She bit her ear and whispered

"Get a hold of yourself, if I was you I wouldn't surrender even if I peed myself"

Entering a circle of orgasm after orgasm within the long night. First by doggy style, slamming the dildo all the way into both Vernal's and Raven's holes as the black haired rocked her hips with the same strength that years before she received from Taiyang when she was inseminated, taking the breath several times and even the consciousness of the girl who was new to the rhythm and grip of her master's body and her technique.

After the room was filled with the scent of their sweat, fluids and Vernal's urine, Raven pulled out before whispering

"Good girl"

Vernal replied:

"I left you a present in the back of the barracks" before falling asleep

Raven went outside her room naked, knowing she could do whatever she wanted without being seen by her guards or her men.

When she reached the back of the barracks, she found the missing booze, along with a red silk babydoll with breasts holes big enough for her tits and feather embroidery under the chest space and in the lower border of the skirt, she also found a new plastic paddle and a special bottle of malt whisky.

Yang: The dragon

Jaune: The castle

Pyrrha: Candles drip wax…

Jaune! Yang spoke French 

jaune: oui my darling

Blake: Oh, so you even painted your hair black for the Gomez costume?

Jaune: Yep, I do anything to get the character.

Blake: *laying on top of the couch* même si tu as pas une tombeaur, mo—

Jaune: *pinning her down* Was that french?

Blake: *blushing red as roses* je ne sais pas?

Jaune *screaming the only two words he knows in italian* Cara mia!

(Here’s a new “updated” height chart I found. The old chart showed Glynda Goodwitch as 6’6”.)