Chapter 9: Daisy Chain Celebration
The silence in the dorm room stretched, taut as a wire. Four pairs of eyes remained fixed on the sleeping champion and the naked young man who claimed her.
Argent let the tension build, savoring it. He watched the understanding dawn on each of them in their own way. Ruby’s confused innocence hardening into a dazed acceptance. Weiss’s initial shock curdling into a bitter, envious recognition. Yang’s predatory amusement. Blake’s silent, weary comprehension.
“Portfolio expansion,” Argent finally said, echoing Yang’s words with a casual shrug. He walked to the closet, pulling on a pair of low-slung sleep pants. “More like consolidation of assets. Pyrrha Nikos came to me. She offered herself. Completely. Who was I to refuse such a… genuine gift?”
Weiss found her voice first, a sharp, brittle thing. “She offered herself? On my bed? The stench in here is… prodigious.”
“It’s the smell of devotion, Weiss,” Argent said, turning to face them, leaning back against the footboard. “Something you’re intimately familiar with.” He let his gaze drift over each of them. “Her Polarity semblance is mine now. A lovely addition. And when she wakes, she’ll be one of you. A sister. A dedicated member of our little enterprise.”
Ruby blinked, swallowing hard. “Is she… okay? She looks really out.”
“She’s better than okay,” Argent said, his voice softening into a patronizing croon. “She’s fulfilled. She’s finally found a purpose that doesn’t involve being everyone’s perfect, lonely statue. I gave her a command. A vow. And then I gave her a reward so deep inside her it might already be taking root.”
Yang’s lilac eyes glittered. “No shit? You raw-dogged the Invincible Girl and tried to knock her up?” A low whistle escaped her. “Bold. I like it.”
“The attempt is the first step,” Argent said. “But it leaves me… charged. Her energy, her submission… it’s potent.” He let his eyes travel over the four women clustered by the door. “And it makes me want to see my primary assets performing. A display of unity. Of service.”
Blake’s ears twitched. “What kind of display?”
A slow, deliberate smile spread across Argent’s face. He pushed off the bed and walked to the center of the room, his presence suddenly commanding the space. “Strip. All of you. Now.”
It wasn’t a shout. It was a calm, inexorable directive, laced with the subtle pressure of his semblance. The compulsion slithered into their minds, not overriding their will, but making the idea of obedience feel inevitable, sensible, even arousing.
Yang was first, of course. A fierce grin on her face, she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her crop top, and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. Her heavy breasts bounced free. She popped the button on her shorts, shimmied out of them and her panties, and kicked the bundle aside. She stood naked and unashamed, her muscular body a testament to power, a gold and purple wildfire waiting to be directed.
Weiss flushed a deep scarlet. Her fingers trembled as they went to the precise buttons of her white bolero jacket. She fumbled, her eyes darting to the sleeping Pyrrha, then to Argent’s unwavering stare. With a sharp, resigned sigh, she undid the buttons, let the jacket fall, then the blue ribbon tie, then the sleeveless undershirt. Her leggings and modest white underwear followed, pooled around her ankles like a surrender. She stood stiffly, one arm moving instinctively to cover her small breasts, the other shielding the neat triangle of white hair between her thighs.
Ruby’s movements were jerky, automated. Her silver eyes were wide, fixed on Argent as if he were a puzzle she was finally solving. She pulled off her black corset, then the sleeveless shirt beneath. She stepped out of her skirt and shorts, her body pale and slender, a stark contrast to her sister’s robust curves. Her black and red panties joined the pile. She didn’t try to cover herself, just stood there, breathing quickly, her nipples puckering in the cool room air.
Blake was last. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of amber and shadow. She met Argent’s eyes for a long moment, then her gaze dropped. With silent efficiency, she unzipped her black vest, shrugged it off. The white shirt beneath came next, then the tight black pants. She wore no bra. Her small, perfect breasts were exposed, her dark nipples already hard. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties and slid them down, revealing the neat, trimmed strip of black hair that matched the falls framing her face. She stood perfectly still, her tail twitching once, then going limp.
“Good,” Argent murmured, his voice a low thrum of approval. “Now. The bed is occupied. The floor will do. Form a circle. On your hands and knees. A daisy chain.”
They looked at each other, a flicker of confusion passing between them. He didn’t elaborate with words. He pushed the image into their minds, a clear, graphic blueprint. Yang’s grin returned, wolfish and eager. She dropped to the polished wooden floor, getting onto her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at Ruby. “C’mon, Sis. You’re behind me.”
Ruby, her face pale, moved robotically. She knelt behind Yang, positioning her face between her sister’s spread thighs from behind. Weiss, with a mortified gasp, crawled to a position behind Ruby, her face level with Ruby’s exposed pussy. Blake, moving with feline grace, took her place behind Weiss, her mouth aimed at the heiress’s rear. And finally, Yang leaned forward, her head dipping between Blake’s thighs from the front, completing the circle.
Four magnificent, naked huntresses, arranged on the floor in a circuit of taut muscle and gleaming skin. The air grew thick with the scent of their arousal, a sweet, musky perfume that mixed with the residual smell of Pyrrha’s conquest.
Argent walked a slow circle around them, a curator inspecting a living sculpture. “Beautiful. Now… begin. Ruby, eat your sister’s cunt. Weiss, you taste Ruby. Blake, your tongue is for Weiss. And Yang… you make Blake come. I want to hear it. I want to see tongues working. I want to see juices flowing.”
A simultaneous, shuddering gasp went through the chain.
Ruby stared at the slick, pink folds presented before her, the familiar scent of Yang uniquely intimate and now deeply taboo. She leaned in, her tongue darting out for a tentative, flat lick.
Yang jerked, a rough laugh escaping her. “Gods, Rubes… use your tongue, not just a fucking glance. Eat me out. Pretend it’s the last bowl of strawberries on Remnant.”
Encouraged by the command and her sister’s coarse words, Ruby pressed her mouth fully against Yang’s pussy. She lapped at the outer lips, then pushed her tongue inside, probing the hot, wet channel.
A moan ripped from Yang, but she didn’t falter in her own task. She buried her face between Blake’s thighs, her tongue spearing into the faunus girl with experienced, relentless strokes. Blake’s back arched, a muffled cry caught in her throat as Yang’s mouth found her clit, sucking it hard.
Weiss, her eyes squeezed shut, felt Ruby’s hips press back against her face. The heat and musky sweetness were overwhelming. With a sound of pure desperation, she extended her tongue and flicked it against Ruby’s delicate slit.
Ruby gasped against Yang’s cunt, the sensation of Weiss’s tongue on her sending a jolt of electric pleasure straight to her core. She redoubled her efforts, fucking Yang with her tongue as her own hips began to move in tiny circles against Weiss’s mouth.
Blake, shuddering under Yang’s onslaught, forced her own head forward. Her nose brushed against Weiss’s perfect, pale backside. She inhaled the clean, floral scent of the heiress’s soap, now undercut with something darker, muskier. Her tongue snaked out, tracing the tight, nervous pucker of Weiss’s asshole.
Weiss screamed, the sound muffled by Ruby’s pussy. Her body convulsed, but the chain held. Blake’s tongue was insistent, probing, wetting the forbidden ring before sliding down to find Weiss’s clenched, virgin pussy from behind. Blake’s tongue was flat and rough, a cat’s tongue, and it sanded Weiss’s nerves into raw, screaming sensitivity.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of cunnilingus—slurping, licking, sucking. Muscles strained. Sweat dripped onto the floor. Fingers clawed at smooth wood. A symphony of ragged breaths and choked moans.
Argent stood over them, his cock hard and straining against his pants. “That’s it. Work each other. Make each other messy. Weiss, you hate this, don’t you? You hate that Blake’s tongue is on your ass, that you’re lapping at a commoner’s cunt. Let that hate fuel you. Lick harder.”
Weiss whimpered, but her tongue moved faster, fucking into Ruby with desperate strokes.
“Blake,” he continued, his voice dropping to a intimate growl. “You’re hiding in this. Using skill to avoid feeling. Not this time. Let Yang’s mouth own you. Surrender to it. Come on her tongue like the desperate little pussy-cat you are.”
Blake’s hips began to stutter, her careful control dissolving under Yang’s relentless, hungry mouth. A high, thin whine escaped her.
“Ruby,” he said, his tone shifting to something almost praising. “My sweet, innocent leader. Look at you, feasting on your own sister. You love the taste, don’t you? You love being the good girl who follows orders so perfectly. Make her cum. Drink her down.”
Ruby’s muffled moans were answer enough. She had both hands gripping Yang’s muscular ass, pulling her closer, her face a slick, glistening mess.
Yang was grunting, her own pleasure mounting as she fucked Blake’s face with her tongue and felt Ruby’s enthusiastic ministrations. “Fuck yeah… gonna come, Blake… you better swallow it all, you aloof bitch…”
The chain was a feedback loop of pleasure, each woman’s climax triggering the next. Blake was the first to break. Her body locked, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she came violently against Yang’s mouth, her juices flooding Yang’s chin. The convulsions of her hips pushed her tongue deeper into Weiss, which sent a shockwave through the heiress.
Weiss came with a sound like a shattered wine glass, her body seizing, her tongue stiff inside Ruby as her own untouched pussy clenched around nothing, a torrent of clear fluid dripping down her thighs. Her orgasm vibrated into Ruby, tipping the younger girl over the edge.
Ruby screamed, the sound muffled by Yang’s flesh, her own small body quaking as an intense, shocking orgasm ripped through her. Her mouth stayed clamped on Yang, her tongue spasming.
The triple assault on Yang was too much. With a final, brutal thrust of her tongue into Blake’s pulsating core, she roared, her own climax crashing over her. She ground her pussy against Ruby’s face, coating her sister’s features in her release as her own throat worked, swallowing Blake’s essence.
For a moment, the only sound was harsh, sobbing respiration. The chain sagged, a collapsed circuit of spent, trembling flesh. Glossy streaks of saliva and cum connected them, shining in the morning light.
A rustle came from the bed.
Pyrrha Nikos stirred, a low groan escaping her. Her emerald eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light. Disorientation lasted only a second. Memory returned, warm and heavy. She felt the pleasant, deep ache between her legs, the sticky dryness on her inner thighs. She turned her head.
And saw them.
The scene on the floor was one of utter debauchery. Her new sisters, naked and glazed in each other’s pleasure, panting and wrecked. And Argent, standing over them like a god, his gaze now turning to her.
He came to the bedside, sitting on the edge. He leaned down and kissed her, deeply, possessively, letting her taste herself and him on his lips. “Welcome back,” he murmured against her mouth.
“What… what are they…?” Pyrrha whispered, her eyes wide.
“A lesson,” he said, pulling her up. “A demonstration of unity. Of what this is.” He guided her off the bed, his arm around her bare waist, leading her to stand before the exhausted, panting circle of women. “Look at them, Pyrrha. This is your family now. Look at what they do for me. For us.”
The four huntresses on the floor looked up, their faces flushed, their expressions a mix of exhaustion, shame, and a dazed kind of pride. They held Pyrrha’s gaze, no longer just rivals or classmates. They were sisters in this secret, shameful covenant.
Argent’s hand drifted from Pyrrha’s waist to between her legs, his fingers sliding easily through her damp, tangled curls and into her sore, open slit. She gasped, leaning into him.
“The next lesson,” he said, his voice loud enough for all to hear, “is for you, Pyrrha. You will kneel. And you will clean them. You will use that champion’s tongue to lick every drop of their shared pleasure from their skin. You will taste your new sisters. You will learn their flavors. You will begin your service to this family not as a leader, but as an initiate.”
He applied gentle pressure on her shoulder. Pyrrha, her heart pounding with a confusing mix of humility and dark excitement, sank to her knees on the sticky floor. She looked at the glistening, tangled bodies before her.
Yang smirked, wiping her chin and extending her damp fingers toward Pyrrha’s mouth. “Welcome to the team, champ.”
Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl, leaned forward, and her tongue touched the offered, cum-coated skin. The final barrier crumbled. The chain was now complete, a closed loop with Argent as its only opening, its only source, its master.
The chain was now complete, a closed loop with Argent as its only opening, its only source, its master.
Pyrrha’s initiation stretched into a half-hour of immersive, epic debauchery. She learned the unique salt and musk of Weiss’s perfect, shaved slit, the darker, spiced taste of Blake’s faunus cunt, the overwhelming, sweet tang of Yang’s forceful arousal, and the familiar, innocent flavor of Ruby that now carried the sharp aftertaste of shared corruption. Her champion’s discipline was applied to this new, filthy task with unwavering dedication. Fingers joined tongues. Weiss shrieked as Blake’s knuckles disappeared inside her from behind while Pyrrha lapped at her clit. Yang fucked Ruby’s face with slow, possessive thrusts of her hips, groaning as Pyrrha’s tongue probed her asshole.
Argent watched, orchestrating, his hand stroking his hard cock through his pants as he issued low, filthy commands. “Weiss, you’re going to squirt on Pyrrha’s face. Do it now.”
And she did, a hot gush that made the invincible girl gasp and redouble her efforts. “Blake, scratch Yang’s back until she bleeds. Mark your sister.” Blake obeyed, her claws leaving red trails across golden skin, and Yang roared in pleasure. The air grew steamy with expelled breath and sweat, the floor a slippery map of their interconnected lust.
When it finally ended, they lay in a damp, tangled heap of spent limbs, a single organism shuddering with afterglow. Argent clapped his hands once, the sound crisp. “Enough. Shower. Clean up. You all reek of each other.” He looked at Blake and Weiss, who were trembling, their minds visibly overloaded with new sensation and shattered propriety. “You two, with me. I have further mental commands for the two of you. The rest of you, scrub. We have classes today, and you will look presentable.”
He guided a wobbly Weiss and a silent Blake by their elbows into the adjacent bathroom, shutting the door. The lock clicked.
Yang pushed herself up with a grunt, her body gleaming like oiled amber. She offered a hand to Ruby, who took it, her silver eyes glazed. Pyrrha sat up slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a stunned, satiated expression on her face. Wordlessly, the three of them trudged into the team’s private shower room, a tiled space with multiple heads.
The hot water was a shock, a benediction. It cascaded over them, sluicing away the sticky layers of sweat, saliva, and multiple kinds of cum. Ruby and Yang stood under one spray, facing each other, while Pyrrha took the next, her head bowed as water ran through her red hair in rivulets of blood-like tint.
For a while, there was only the sound of the spray and the methodical scrubbing of skin. Yang soaped Ruby’s back, her hands moving in slow, circular motions over her sister’s slender shoulders.
“You know,” Yang said, her voice low, almost conversational against the drumming water. “If I thought about it… like, really thought about it… I should be screaming. I should be throwing up. I mean, I just ate out my little sister. I came on her face. And I wanted to, every single second of it.”
Ruby didn’t flinch. She turned, taking the soap and beginning to lather Yang’s muscular abdomen. “I know. I should be…outraged. Horrified. Ashamed.” She looked up, water caught on her pale lashes. “But I’m not. I feel… clean. Happy. It felt right.”
“That’s the fucked-up part,” Yang murmured, a strange smile touching her lips. “It did feel right. Better than right. It felt like…like coming home to a home you never knew you needed.” She cupped Ruby’s cheek, her thumb stroking under her eye. “That bastard did something beyond scandalous to our heads against our will. I know he did. And you know what? I fucking hope he never undoes it. I don’t want it to stop. I like being his. And I really I like craving you.”
Ruby chuckled, a soft, breathy sound lost in the steam. She blushed, leaning into Yang’s touch. “Me too. I really, really do. And it’s not just us. It’s… everything. I can’t wait for him to put a baby in me. In you, too. Our daughters will share his blood. They’ll be half-sisters and first cousins both. Even closer than we are.”
Yang’s breath hitched. Her eyes, lilac and intense, searched Ruby’s. “Yeah. They will.”
Ruby leaned forward, pressing her face to Yang’s chest. Her mouth found a swollen, pink nipple, still sensitive from the earlier attention. She took it in, sucking gently, not with lust, but with a profound, unsettling tenderness. The hot water sprayed between them. She spoke, her words slightly muffled against the soft, giving flesh.
“When she’s born… my daughter… will you feed her too? Will you let her suck on this?” She gave a soft, sucking pull.
A moan, thick with emotion, tore from Yang’s throat. Simultaneously, tears welled in her eyes, mixing with the shower spray. She tangled her fingers in Ruby’s wet, shorter hair, holding her close.
“Yes,” Yang choked out, the word raw and immediate. “Gods, yes, Ruby. Of course I will. They’ll be ours. All of them. His and ours.” She turned her head, pressing her forehead against the cool tile, her body trembling not from cold, but from the overwhelming, programmed rightness of the future her sister had just painted.
In the other bathroom, behind the locked door, the specifics of Argent’s “additional mental commands” for Blake and Weiss remained a private mystery. But the soft, concurrent cries of pleasure that seeped through the wall were answer enough. The programming was being deepened, the foundations of his empire secured one shuddering, willing mind at a time.