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Glorious Defeat (RWBY)
🕑 Added 2020-08-07 17:07:41 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Instant Loss, Threesome, Rough Sex
Summary: Based on this image. In an AU where Grimm are more humanoid and less prone to killing, Blake Belladonna has a defeat fetish a mile long. So, even though she knows she's supposed to be training to be a huntress, the moment she's confronted with two big strong Grimm men out in the Emerald Forest, she breaks and submits like the bitch in heat that she is. And also Yang insisted on showing up at the end...
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Truth be told, she’d always been a bit of a freak, at least after puberty. She was wrong in the head, Blake Belladonna knew this… but while knowing was half the battle, it was a battle she’d still never managed to win.
Even still, the break from Adam and the White Fang, the move to Beacon, becoming a huntress… it was all supposed to be her turning over a new leaf. She was supposed to be able to change, able to be better… and yet, here she was again, trembling and shaking and inches away from dropping Gambol Shroud and falling to her knees in defeat.
And to think, it’d started out so well, too. She hadn’t made any friends or anything the first night she’d spent at Beacon, but then, Blake wasn’t really here to make friends. She was here to find a better self; she was here to build a better Blake Belladonna. So, she’d stuck to her own corner of the massive ballroom where all new students were required to spend their first night before initiation, and she hadn’t gotten involved in the petty childish politics happening around her.
… Well, she hadn’t gotten TOO involved, at least. Blake might not be White Fang anymore, but she was still a faunus, and seeing Weiss Schnee in the flesh… it was hard. It was really hard, because the bitch was prim and proper and clearly spoiled rotten, everything that a Schnee Princess was expected to be. She was the personification of her family and her family’s company and given how Blake felt about those two things… it’d been exceedingly easy to verbally attack the Schnee girl and drive her away.
Of course, that had led to the younger one, Ruby, trying to cozy up to her later that evening, when Blake was trying to read. The girl meant well enough, Blake could tell, so she hadn’t been TOO gruff with her… in fact, by the end she was quite sure Ruby might have considered them friends, albeit distant ones. Not that Blake was there to make friends… she really wasn’t.
That was all to say, she’d slept well enough even surrounded by a bunch of strangers, and when the morning had come, she’d gotten herself, dressed and ready, to the cliff outside of Beacon for initiation. When Ozpin had explained to them that the first person they made eye contact with would become their partner for the rest of their time at Beacon, Blake’s only thought was that she had to avoid meeting Weiss Schnee’s eyes at all costs.
Then, they were all being launched off of the cliff and into the Emerald Forest, and Blake was more concerned about making sure she stuck the landing then anything else. It was only after she’d landed that Blake had stiffened upon hearing the first growl… and realized how bad a situation she’d put herself in, even as that growl was joined by another.
For a long, long time, the reason that hunters and huntresses were needed was because of the Grimm. Creatures of shadow and darkness, said to feed off of negative emotion and form in places where there were large concentrations of it, they were the stuff of nightmares. Or so Blake’s parents told her. The Grimm had… changed, somewhere in the past, somewhere just outside of Blake’s lifetime.
For the entirety of the time period Blake had been alive, the Grimm had become different. Less lethal, less violent… but no less monstrous. The things they did these days, especially to women, were… every bit as traumatic, if perhaps not quite as life-threatening. All the same, despite their vile acts, the Grimm threat was undeniably diminished now that they weren’t killing as much anymore. Which meant of course, that the Kingdoms of Remnant were starting to turn their attention towards each other.
But… just because hunters and huntresses were being used less and less against the Grimm and more and more in other ways these days, didn’t mean the Grimm weren’t still around. Something Blake really should have thought about before she came here. Standing there in a small clearing in the Emerald Forest, the cat faunus bites her lower lip as two Grimm come into view. Big and masculine and humanoid, the bone-mask shadow creatures stare at her with blazing eyes. Not filled with hate though… but something else.
Blake’s legs knock together, and she tries her best to lift Gambol Shroud up in a defensive stance, despite her arms trembling. Not from exertion… but sheer desire. Because this… this was what was wrong with Blake. She had a defeat fetish a mile long, and the new Grimm, the Grimm she’d grown up with… they were perfect for a perverse girl like her.
As if able to sense that she wasn’t REALLY planning to fight back, the two Grimm humanoids both begin to grin. Their human-like mouths slowly curl into wide, wicked smirks as they continue their slow approach. Blake, with a gasp, finally manages to point Gambol Shroud at them properly.
“B-Back! S-Stay back!”
They actually pause, stopping briefly as they cock their heads to the side in eerie unison. It gives Blake a chance to properly take them in, from their massive statures to their muscular bodies, to their… their big fat cocks, already growing thicker and harder and longer by the moment between their legs. They’re going to… they’re going to fuck her once they defeat her.
And Blake, for all that she was hoping to turn over a new leaf, finds that she can hardly wait. She wants it, she wants these big strong Grimm men to take her and treat her like a rag doll, fucking her holes however they like, grabbing onto her and manhandling her into position. She… back when she was with the White Fang, she’d tended to go out looking for Grimm like this almost every other night.
It hadn’t been fair to Adam, making him take care of her whenever she came back covered and filled with Grimm fluid. But he just… he couldn’t satisfy her in the same way these monsters in the form of men could.
She was going to lose, Blake decided in that moment. Not just because they were stronger than her, but because she wanted to lose. She was going to take a dive and let these two Grimm have their way with her. Better to get it out of her system now, right? Once they were done with her, she could continue the initiation, could continue on with her plan to become a huntress…
But first, she had to at least pretend to put up a fight. Holding Gambol Shroud in front of her, Blake prepares for the blows to come, prepares to weather a few strikes, and ‘fail’ to block a few massive Grimm fists, before ultimately she ‘accidentally’ drops her weapon and falls to her knees, defeated. She’s done it a million times before that way.
However, the Grimm men… they don’t lunge forward and attack like she’s expecting. They don’t lash out at her at all in fact, as they approach. Both of the white and black monsters keep grinning as they continue to walk forward at an almost casual pace, nonchalant and seemingly unconcerned. They’re… they’re beginning to crowd her now, and Blake probably already should have struck first, probably should have made a move by this point, but she was waiting for THEM to make the first attack so she could play her part properly.
Only too late does the dripping young woman realize they’re not going to allow her that much. Fully crowded, her body shaking and trembling as she curls in on herself, even pulling Gambol Shroud back against her chest to avoid actually hurting either of them, Blake stares up into those glowing eyes and realizes there’s just no way she’s going to get out of this with even the slightest shred of her dignity intact.
And frankly… she’s okay with that. Gambol Shroud drops from nerveless fingers, the cat faunus willingly dropping her weapon. When she begins to drop to her knees however, to put herself at eye level with the crotches of the two hulking Grimm, however, they reach for her and grab her, holding her upright. Blake gasps at the strength in their hands… and then squeaks when they reach down and tear at her clothes.
Their impressive strength allows them to shred right through her garments, though when they remove the bow hiding her faunus ears from atop her head, there’s no shredding needed, the Grimm in question doing the removing just tossing it aside. Soon enough, Blake’s body is exposed in all the right places. Her tits are out and being played with and mauled, her shorts have been torn away too.
All she’s got left by the time they’re done stripping her is her gloves and her shoes. Everything else is so very deliciously exposed. Only then does one of the Grimm men close a massive hand over her head, his fingers gripping at her skull as he guides her down to his big, fat, monstrous cock. Blake opens wide, well used to this by now, and takes him into her mouth, even as her jaw strains from exertion.
The Grimm is not gentle, nor is he kind… but Blake can’t get off to gentle or kind at this point anyways. She needs it rough; she needs it savage; she needs it positively BRUTAL for it to be in any way arousing for her. She’s such a degenerate, and she knows it… but she can’t help it, no matter how hard she tries.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
Soon enough, the cat faunus is choking down one Grimm cock, her tongue writhing along the underside of his length. But the other Grimm man is not at all idle, as he grabs her by her naked hips, digging in his pointed black claws, and lifts her up off the ground. Both of them are hulking, monstrous humanoids. Nothing like a human or a faunus, except for the fact that they have two legs, two arms, and a somewhat humanoid shape.
But they’re positively giants when compared to any normal people, and this shows as Blake finds herself lifted off the ground in order for the second Grimm to place the head of his massive cock against her sopping wet cunt. A moment later, he’s inside of her and Blake is being driven further down the length of the first Grimm as a result, properly pinned between the two monsters as they begin to fuck her from both ends.
She’d originally had her hands up on the first Grimm’s legs, holding on for dear life as he fucked her face. But now? How can she possibly maintain her grip? Her hands fall away, her arms hanging limply at her sides just like her legs, and Blake Belladonna… is used in precisely the way she envisioned, as nothing but a cum dump meat puppet to slake the monstrous lusts of these… well, monsters.
Growling, the Grimm men make good use of her body, giving it to her fast and hard in a way Blake has sorely missed ever since she left the White Fang. It’d been the night before she and Adam had been scheduled for that train mission that she’d last gone out and had her itch scratched. It’d been weeks since then, weeks in which she’d been hiding from Atlesian Authorities and getting in contact with Ozpin to convince him that she was really trying to redeem herself.
This was the first time in all that time that Blake had really had a chance to let go and indulge herself in her addiction… losing to some Grimm men with big fat cocks ready to fuck her silly. And fuck her silly these two are. Her eyes are already starting to roll back in her head, as they spit-roast her between them. They’re not even holding onto her at this point, they’re simply thrusting their hips back and forth, and she’s sliding back and forth along with those thrusts, moving between their cocks. One moment she’s choking on the dick in front of her as the one behind her bashes through her cervix and impales her womb, and the next they’re pulling back briefly to do it all over again.
It’s amazing… it’s wondrous… it’s fantastic… and it can’t last forever. By the time the Grimm cum, Blake has lost track of just how many times she’s orgasmed. When they finally do release inside of her, they don’t offer her the courtesy of a warning or anything like that. They just use her as the cum receptacle that she is, and fill both ends of her body with their seed.
Blake’s eyes DO roll back then, at the complete disregard for her personhood, at just how GOOD it feels to be used and abused. Seed fills her womb and bloats her stomach, while also pouring down her throat, causing her to choke. More and more of it comes and comes, until finally it explodes out of her mouth and her packed cunt, exploding all over the place.
She ends up coated in their fluids, and so do they, their legs covered in the stuff while her entire body is painted white. Meanwhile, below her a massive puddle quickly forms, the sheer amount of seed that a pair of Grimm men can unleash unrivaled by any human or faunus man. It feels so, so good to be packed full of Grimm jizz after so long… it feels RIGHT in a way nothing else does.
There’s a sudden noise from off to the side, however, and the Grimm men both pull out of Blake at the same time, sending her crashing to the forest floor, landing right in a puddle of her own making, a combination of her pussy juices and Grimm cum nearly drowning her as she tiredly lifts her head up to see what’s happening.
The sight surprises her, even as she locks gazes with a pair of violet eyes. She’s fairly sure this is… Yang? The blonde she’d barely met the night before is rather distinctive, after all. But what’s surprising isn’t her appearance, but rather what she’s currently doing. Kneeling there at the edge of the clearing, the blonde violet-eyed huntress-to-be is currently rapidly fingering her cunt and molesting her tits, having half-stripped at some point.
Her face is bright red and her lips are parted as she pants with obvious need. Clearly, she’s been spying on them, watching the two Grimm men fuck Blake silly for a while now. How long, Blake doesn’t know… but now Yang has revealed herself, and the Grimm… the Grimm are never satisfied.
A few moments later, and the buxom blonde lands in front of Blake on her hands and knees with a gasp, barely keeping herself up out of the puddle that the cat faunus is now languishing in. Both of them just stare at one another, as the two Grimm penetrate them from behind, their faces contorting in pleasure and ecstasy right in front of one another as they begin to get fucked yet again.
When the Grimm behind Yang grabs her by the hair and begins to pull back, she yelps and tries ineffectually to bat his hand away.
“W-Watch the hair, asshole!”
But… she doesn’t fight him when he pays her no heed and doesn’t seem to be minding the rest. Blake… Blake realizes she’s found a kindred spirit, out here in the Emerald Forest. Her and Yang… they’re alike, aren’t they? The two of them… they’re two peas in a pod. Suddenly reaching out, Blake grabs one of Yang’s hands, also grabbing the blonde’s attention again as they both pant and moan relentlessly.
“G-Guess… guess this makes us p-partners, huh?”
Yang blinks in surprise, before a particularly powerful thrust causes her to moan and cream herself on Grimm cock. But once she’s recovered, she offers Blake a shy little smile, seeming to realize that she’s found someone just like her as well and nodding vigorously as best she can with her hair in the Grimm’s grip.
“Y-yeah… partners.”
There’s no more time for words after that, as the two would-be huntresses are properly pounded into the forest floor by the two Grimm men, relentlessly railed from behind without an ounce of resistance or reluctance from either of them. This is right where they belong after all. Getting plowed ceaselessly by monsters.
Comments
Shikaze
To be fair... Her semblance kinda is masochism. Kinda makes sense for her to have it extend to her sexuality.
Cambrian
I really had no intentions of including Yang in this piece originally, but I came to the end and I swear she wrote herself into the piece lmao.
