Team CFVY, Penny, & the Malachite Twins

"Next up… Ruby Rose, leader of Team RWBY!"

Whitley grins as the once-shy and insecure young woman steps out from behind the curtain and positively STRUTS down the length of the stage. She does take her time, thankfully, walking to the beat of the movement, sauntering and swaying her mostly nonexistent hips. Not that she doesn't look absolutely gorgeous all the same, dressed up in a sexy set of black lingerie that manages to do wonders in bringing out her pale skin color and exotic silver eyes.

The faux fashion show is a fashion show for one. The cafeteria has been mostly cleared of tables and benches, with two tables brought end to end to act as the stage, the back of the second table disappearing behind the curtain. Meanwhile, the cafeteria itself was almost entirely empty save for five people, as well as whoever was currently walking the length of the catwalk and showing off her body for Whitley's assessing gaze.

Despite there being four others in the cafeteria with him, there's no doubt that the fashion show is entirely for HIM, not for them. After all, Whitley is the only one sat at the end of the first table, the only one really observing the fashion show as a guest rather than organizing it or anything like that. The other four, the four members of Team CFVY as it were, were all busy with their own things.

Some time had passed since Whitley's arrival at Beacon. By this point in time, he's fully taken control of the school, either through his glyphs, or through his money. It wasn't hard, once he had Glynda under his control. And once he made it clear he was willing to donate vast sums of lien to keep Beacon in the black, he was basically allowed to do whatever he liked.

So, Whitley had been having fun. Part of that fun had involved getting to know the Second Year students, among them being the delicious team that was Team CFVY. Their leader specifically, Coco Adel, had turned out to be a total fashionista. With his money and resources at her disposal, she'd become liable to dress up every huntress in the school in the latest fashions, from practical yet fashionable outfits, to risqué lingerie like they were seeing so much of tonight.

As Ruby stops in front of him, looking down at him with a blush on her face and a lewd little smile, striking a pose and then another before giving him a cute little wave and turning to walk back behind the curtain, Whitley reflects on just how… fun Team CFVY had turned out to be. Coco was the fashionista… while Velvet, as it turned out, was the sleeping dragon.

He really hadn't known what he was unleashing when he'd gone ahead and turned the bunny faunus into one of his pets. He'd gone through the usual, making her crave him, making her adore him. Velvet was without a doubt totally and utterly devoted to him and his pleasure… but also, her unleashed libido seemed to have boosted her stamina tenfold, and with her semblance allowing her to use skills and styles from others, it made her a one woman sex machine that had proven able to fuck the entirety of Team CRDL under the table.

Whitley had mostly tossed the Second Year huntress to the First Year team of hunters on a whim, truth be told. He hadn't realized what a gem Velvet was at the time, and he'd added Team CRDL to the fun as extra bodies for the constant orgies he had been orchestrating near the beginning of his takeover of Beacon Academy. They'd also been some pretty good muscle, playing the part of thugs when he needed them to quite beautifully.

He'd been seeking to reward them when he'd let them have Velvet for a gangbang with just the four of them, but in the end… the bunny faunus had proved to be too much for the younger men. Sexually Awakened and so much freer with her feelings and desires, Velvet hadn't just happily participated in the gangbang with Team CRDL… she'd proved them all to be weak fools by the time she was done with them, leaving the lot of them on their backs and groaning, their stamina spent while SHE was just getting started.

Needless to say, Whitley did not have Team CRDL fucking Velvet in the background of his little fashion show today. No sir, he'd learned his lesson, and instead he had the make members of Team CFVY keeping her entertained for the time being. A glance back behind him shows that at the moment, Fox and Yatsuhashi are spit-roasting Velvet between them, though the bunny faunus currently has her arms wrapped around Fox's waist and her legs up in the air behind her, wrapped around Yatsuhashi as well, making it somewhat unclear just who's orchestrating the spit roast.

Whitley honestly can't tell if it's the two men who are thrusting in and out of Velvet's holes, or if it's Velvet herself pushing and pulling them back and forth as her mouth and cunt greedily suck in all of the cock meat that they can. In the end, he supposes that it matters little. Because in the end, the three of them all belong to him anyways. They're all his toys, to play with and do as he sees fit with.

Just like Coco is. The leader of Team CFVY and consummate fashionista is currently stood beside his throne at the end of the table, continuing to call out girl after girl as the fashion show continues on. After Ruby comes Yang in a bright yellow set of lingerie, and after Yang comes Blake and then Weiss and then Pyrrha and Nora, and so on and so forth. One by one, the women of Beacon parade out to show off their bodies to him in the lingerie that Coco has dressed them in.

Even Glynda eventually saunters out, the gorgeous disciplinarian turned whore that's helped Whitley take control of the school dressed in a gorgeous black and white one piece that nevertheless does little to hide her body as she sways her hips and shakes her tits all the way down the makeshift catwalk, and then all the way back up it. It is, without a doubt, quite the enjoyable show for Whitley Schnee… honestly, by about halfway through, he can't take it anymore.

"Coco, I assume you have a way to automate the system so the girls can come out without you calling for them?"

Blinking, Coco looks down at him, sat upon his throne. Even with her signature sunglasses on, he can see the short-haired huntress' gaze zeroing in on the bulge in his pants that he's massaging quite deliberately right in front of her. A flush of desire and arousal alights her cheeks, and Coco nods, before pressing a couple of buttons on her scroll. A moment later, her voice sounds out through the cafeteria speakers rather than from her own lips, and the fashion show continues, even as she giddily drops to her knees and positions herself in front of him.

A few moments of extracting his cock from its confines later, and Coco Adel is putting her lips to better use as she wraps them around his cock, slurping and sucking like a woman possessed. Whitley groans in enjoyment, even as his hand comes down atop her head, ultimately displacing the fashionable beret that Coco is always wearing. As it falls to the wayside, he grips tightly at her short hair and begins to guide her up and down his cock even faster, ultimately causing her sunglasses to dislodge and become askew, giving him a look into her chocolate-brown eyes as she stares up at him with nothing but love and adoration in her gaze.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Grinning, the ambitious young Schnee proceeds to enjoy the rest of the faux fashion show in this manner, with Coco bobbing up and down on his cock and choking on his length, while the women of Beacon parade themselves before him, all of them trying to catch his eye and hold it for the limited amount of time they're out on the catwalk and thus in the spotlight. All the while, Velvet is still getting fucked by her male team members behind him… though which of them is actually doing the fucking is still up for debate.

When Coco's recorded voice finally dies off and the fashion show comes to an end, Whitley isn't perturbed, not in the slightest. Instead, he yanks Coco off of his cock long enough to plaster her face in his cum, painting her white with his seed and making an utter mess of her sunglasses, which are barely hanging on at this point. He makes a mess of her top too, before using his grip on her hair to drag Coco to her feet, spin her around, and bend her over the end of the makeshift catwalk.

Coco moans and scrambles at the cafeteria table, not resisting in any way as Whitley, her lord and savior, yanks her pants down, the large gaudy belt she wears around her waist not actually attached to her dark brown trousers in any way. He pulls her tight jeans down to her knees, enjoying the lack of panties underneath, and grins as he uses her thick cocoa-colored belt as a grip, even as he drives his cock into her depths, still quite hard.

The leader of Team CFVY is sopping wet as he fills her with his member, making the thrust forward into her passage all the easier as Whitley groans in enjoyment of her cunt. Coco enjoys it too, if the squealing and moaning is anything to go by, her head tilting back and her entire body shaking and spasming as she cums almost immediately from his big fat Schnee prick.

Needless to say, this was her reward for a job well done. Whitley didn't even need to say as much, they both knew that if he'd been disappointed with the fashion show she'd put on in any way, shape, or form, then he wouldn't be fucking her right now. It was the dream of every woman in Beacon to be fucked by Whitley Schnee, but he was only one man and there were dozens of them. Some had only had one time with him, the first time when he'd brought them under his control with his glyphs. Those were the ones that Whitley had deemed relatively… unimportant. They were background characters and little more.

But Coco and Velvet of Team CFVY were a bit more deserving of his attention, and Whitley was having the time of his life fucking the older girl from behind as she squealed and moaned and begged her 'Master' for more of his big fat cock. He gives it to her, plowing into her again and again until her voice dies away, replaced by nothing but incoherent gibberish, until finally not even that comes out of her mouth as she passes out from the strain, he puts her under.

Only one Coco slumps forward does Whitley allow himself to cum, filling the fashionista's womb with a nice thick load of his seed. As soon as he's done so, as soon as he pulls out of her, he has a certain bunny faunus to contend with, Velvet appearing out of nowhere to kneel at his side and take his messy cock into her mouth as he turns away from Coco slightly.

Whitley just chuckles and runs his hands through Velvet's long ears, enjoying the way her wanton moans of ecstasy reverberate along the length of his cock as a result. It turns out, Velvet's ears are incredibly sensitive… and she just loves it when her Schnee Master plays with them. A glance over at Fox and Yatsuhashi only confirms what Whitley already suspected… even the male members of Team CFVY couldn't keep up with Velvet forever, though they certainly lasted longer than Team CRDL.

Pulling Velvet off of his cock, he has the bunny faunus hop up onto the edge of the makeshift catwalk, right beside her face down team leader. Velvet spreads her legs wide as she sits on the edge of the cafeteria table, and she happily lets Whitley play with her body some, his mouth coming down on her nipples one after the other, his hands running along her sides.

Velvet moans and cums at least three times from his touch alone. After all, he was the only man for her, truly. Oh, she'd fuck other guys to take the edge off, but they both knew only one man could truly fuck Velvet Scarlatina into a stupor, could truly give her the satisfaction she required. Against all odds, that man was Whitley Schnee.

… Which was of course exactly how he'd designed it. Pushing Velvet onto her back, Whitley climbs up onto the cafeteria table with her and pins her down, even as she wraps her limbs around him. He's soon fucking her in a mating press, pounding into her cunt with all his might and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Velvet's eyes begin to roll up in her head and as they kiss, her tongue starts to go more wild and uncontrolled as it wrestles with his own.

Velvet's incredible, insatiable libido would have been a problem even for him… if he'd not used his glyphs to make sure that anything, he does to the bunny faunus is about ten times better than anything she or anyone else can do to her. Put simply, Whitley is cheating, because otherwise Velvet would likely fuck him under the table as well. He's not a god, after all, nor is he immortal. He's got enough on his plate as it is, so yes, he used his glyphs to make sure that he could keep Velvet in line and under his control without having to stress about it too much.

As such, by the time he finally cums, he really hasn't been fucking Velvet any longer than she had been fucking Fox and Yatsuhashi… and yet, where Velvet had left her male team members in the dust, Whitley leaves Velvet just as insensate and fucked silly as her team leader. As Coco lays there face down on the cafeteria table, bent over and oozing out Whitley's seed from betwixt her thighs, so too does Velvet lay there on her back, eyes rolled up in her head, tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her body twitching as her legs hang off the edge of the cafeteria table, a fresh load of her Master's cum slowly slopping out of her freshly fucked quim as well.

Climbing off the table, Whitley stands and admires his handiwork for a moment, grinning wickedly as he enjoys the sight of the two gorgeous older girls so thoroughly plowed before him. Tonight, had been a fun night… and he could hardly wait to see what the morrow brought him next.

-x-X-x-

"Thanks for agreeing to meet with me and Penny, daddy! I-I had an… idea…"

Whitley hums as he considers the two of them, Ruby Rose and Penny Polendina both standing before him. Currently, he's sat behind Ozpin's desk in the Headmaster's office, having commandeered the office for himself for meetings such as this. It was very nearly as grandiose and imposing as his own home office back in Atlas.

Stepping up, Penny beams happily and waves her hand in greeting.

"Salutations, Mister Schnee! Friend Ruby has told me much about you! She very much loves you, and anyone who Friend Ruby loves must be a good person! I'm Penny Polendina!"

Whitley chuckles and inclines his head.

"Yes, I know who you are. More than that, I know what you are. The Atlesian Military's pet robot… I would ask what you're doing in Vale, but I imagine I already know more than enough."

Penny's big green eyes blink at that, and her smile wavers just a bit. As for how Whitley knew all about her… well, the Atlesian Military didn't get away with much without his father hearing about it, and these days Whitley had dug his claws even deeper into Atlas and it's command structure. The spies that his father had planted throughout the Atlesian Military were now wholly and utterly loyal to Whitley Schnee first and foremost after a few one-on-one meetings, and thus he could get any information he wanted, any time he wanted.

Hell, perhaps he would soon cut out the middleman entirely and have his darling older sister Winter arrange a meeting between him and General Ironwood. If he could bring the General under the control of his glyphs, then he wouldn't have to worry about his spies anymore, now would he? But for now, he had these two lovely ladies standing in front of him to deal with… even if one of them wasn't a lady at all, but instead a synthetic being in the shape of a lady.

Penny Polendina was certainly an interesting creature, to say the least. The first synthetic being to develop an aura… now that was indeed a feat of engineering that Whitley thought worth being replicated. Hell, Penny represented the potential for humanity to cease having to fight altogether. If they created an army of synthetics with aura and set them to defending their borders against the Grimm, not only could they potentially protect their Kingdoms without losing any more human life, but they might just be able to expand for the first time in… forever.

But Whitley couldn't deny being a bit disappointed, because he'd seen Penny's schematics and he knew for a fact that she wasn't built with anything that truly made a woman a woman. She didn't have the sort of assets that would have grabbed his personal attention, so to speak, no matter how invested he was in the overall success of the project she represented. Basically, he couldn't fuck her, and that annoyed Whitley.

Ruby on the other hand, he very much could fuck, and perhaps that's what she wants from him today? To fuck her in front of Penny while the robot watches for some reason? Turning his gaze to the young huntress, Whitley raises an eyebrow, prompting Ruby to launch into an explanation of why they were here.

"I w-wanted to show Penny what sex was really like, daddy! And why it felt so good! I thought maybe… maybe you could use your glyphs to connect my aura with Penny's, so that she can feel all the same sensations I feel when you fuck me nice and hard!"

Whitley blinks in surprise. On the one hand, that confirms his suspicions… on the other hand, Ruby's brilliant mind has managed to come up with an experiment that he hadn't even thought up. It WAS an interesting proposition… and one he found himself excited to try. Grinning a little, Whitley abruptly stands from Ozpin's chair and walks around the absent Headmaster's desk.

Amusingly, Penny actually looks somewhat uncertain as he approaches.

"I am still not sure of this, Friend Ruby, Mister Schnee. I do not know what effect this may have on my systems. I-!"

In the middle of her weak protests, Whitley walks right up to the robot and slaps a glyph onto her forehead without a care. He makes no effort to hide it, no effort to be subtle about it. He simply does as Ruby suggested, planting one glyph on Penny's forehead, and the other on Ruby's, focusing his will on connecting their aura's together and making it so that Penny SHOULD feel all the sensations Ruby is about to be feeling.

Penny's green eyes go cross-eyed trying to look up at the glyph glowing upon her brow, even as Whitley turns to Ruby, swooping her off her feet and giving her a deep, passionate, tongue filled kiss, as well as a grope on her cute little derriere. Ruby moans into his mouth as he does so, her hands pressing against his chest, but not to push him away. In fact, she leans into it, kissing him right back, wiggling in his grasp quite happily.

Behind them, Penny freezes up for a moment… and then shudders.

"O-Oh… oh my."

Her eyes blink rapidly, almost inhumanly fast as Whitley and Ruby pull apart for a second to look to her. After a beat, the robot recovers herself and gazes at them both with wide eyes.

"That was… sensational!"

Ruby giggles while Whitley laughs. Then, he turns back to the young leader of Team RWBY and goes right back to kissing her. In the background, Penny is gasping and mewling and whimpering the entire time, every single thing he's doing to Ruby apparently translating over to the fembot. It's a surprise that Ruby's idea worked, but not at all an unwelcome one. He may not be able to have physical sex with Penny Polendina at this time… but this was okay too.

The more they kiss, the more Penny reacts off to the side. Whitley and Ruby soon get hot and heavy, with Whitley leading the way the entire while, of course. Ruby would never think to question her 'daddy' after all, being the good little girl that Whitley knows she can be for him. He soon strips her naked, taking off her usual garb piece by piece. He's quite pleased to see that she has no bra or panties on underneath, going commando for him to have easier access to her whenever he likes.

Off to the side, Penny tenses up as the two humans get naked, and then another wanton moan leaves her lips as Whitley presses up against Ruby's nude form for the first time. After a moment, she calls out, speaking up and drawing Whitley and Ruby's attention over to her.

"A-Ah… should I remove my clothing too, Friend Ruby, Mister Schnee? W-Will it help make these sensational feelings even b-better?"

Penny can't quite say what's come over her, but what she's currently feeling through the connection to Ruby is leaving her stuttering and stammering, her operating system encountering errors from all of the new sensations and experiences. At her question, Ruby looks to Whitley for confirmation, while Whitley hums for a second before ultimately shrugging and grinning.

"Sure, go ahead."

To be fair, he already knew what Penny looked like under her dress. He'd seen footage of her assembly after all. So, when she removes the dress to reveal an altogether flat and pretty featureless body, Whitley isn't surprised or even that disappointed. At least, not beyond what he already was in terms of her physical fuckability.

Still, watching the innocent fembot react to what he was doing to Ruby was more than enough for him, as Whitley lifts Ruby up onto the lip of Ozpin's desk, spreading her legs apart and placing his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Rubbing himself against her lower lips provokes an entirely new reaction from Penny, who shudders in orgasmic bliss as Ruby lets out a wanton cry and climaxes on the spot. Looking back, Whitley watches Penny drop to her knees, her hands running over her featureless body as if the robot wants to touch herself but can't because she's not equipped to do it properly.

"A-Ah, ah-ah,-ah…"

It's clear that Ruby cumming has seriously fucked Penny up already. The robot's eyes are flickering again, blinking rapidly, and she's twitching and spasming, much in the same way Ruby herself is. Grinning wickedly, Whitley keeps his eyes on Penny, even as he thrusts forward into Ruby, penetrating deep inside of his slutty little huntress right then and there.

"Daaaaddyyyy!~"

Ruby squeals as another explosive orgasm takes her, while Penny ends up flat on her face, hips high in the air humping at nothing, her spasms and seizures getting worse. Watching the robot all but break under the onslaught of pleasure, Whitley can't let up now… he wants to know what Penny's limits are… he wants to know if she's worth keeping around.

So, without further ado, he fucks Ruby relentlessly, giving it to her as hard as he ever has, not letting up or slowing down for even a moment for Penny's first time. Ruby tries to protest when she notices what her friend is going through, but Whitley just silences her with a kiss, nonverbally reminding her who she belongs to. In the end, Ruby just wraps her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and kisses him back even as she takes the onslaught like the horny little huntress whore, he's turned her into.

Penny, meanwhile, isn't doing so hot, obviously. And yet, she's a synthetic with aura… so ultimately, she's about as hardy as any huntress, hell, probably even hardier. Still, she wasn't built to be fucked, nor was she built to experience sexual pleasure. Robotic moans and broken mewls emit from Penny's lips as she continues to act like she's getting fucked into the floor, face down, ass up, one of Whitley's favorite positions if he's being honest.

No one is touching her but herself though, so it's a strange mixture of incredibly lewd and downright silly in his humble opinion, as he keeps half an eye on her while continuing to plow Ruby senseless right there atop Ozpin's desk. Still, all good things come to an end, and eventually Whitley cums. He cums and as he does so, he groans into Ruby's mouth, gripping her tightly by the hips while filling her womb to the brim.

Penny's mouth opens in a silent scream as Ruby experiences one last final explosive orgasm, and then both girls, human and synthetic, collapse. Ruby onto her back, and Penny fully onto her front, her knees giving out from under her as she just lays there, her limbs splayed, looking wholly broken by Whitley's cock despite it never even touching her.

The picture would be complete if she had a woman's body and cum slowly slopping out of her creampied cunt betwixt her spread legs, but alas, one couldn't have everything they wanted… or could they? Whitley hums, even as he pulls out of Ruby and walks over to Penny, shaking his cock and the last few bits of his cum out onto the downed robot's cheek, her face turned in such a way that one of her green eyes is looking up at him, even now.

"Did you enjoy that, Penny?"

Sounding out of breath despite not actually needing to breathe, Penny answers after a long moment of introspection.

"Y-Yes sir, M-Mister Schnee. It was… sensational."

Grinning wickedly, Whitley crouches down beside her and then grabs her by her hair and lifts her head up.

"Say 'awww'"

"Aww-mmph!"

He slides his cock into Penny's mouth, the only 'hole' she even has, but as he expected, he doesn't get even halfway in before he hits some sort of speaker rather than an actual 'throat. As he nonetheless uses her lips to clean himself off, Penny speaks, despite her mouth being occupied.

"What are you doing, Mister Schnee?"

Her question isn't accusatory or even irritated… it's filled with innocent and honest curiosity. Grinning down at her, Whitley already has plans for the fembot swirling through his head. It'd be a sizable investment, but it might be worth it to modify her body to be able to perform more physical actions… hell, maybe he could even install the slutty robot with an artificial womb. For now, though…

"When a man makes a woman feel as good as I just made you and Ruby feel, it's the woman's job to reciprocate and make him feel good back. And you are a woman, aren't you Penny? Or at least… you want to be. Maybe, if you're a very good girl like my lovely Ruby Rose is, I can make you more of a woman. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Penny's eyes light up at that, and her lips and tongue begin to work over his cock, albeit in a rather inexperienced way. However, inexperienced though she may be, and only able to take half his cock into her solitary orifice for the time being… she's still enthusiastic and eager to please. That, Whitley can work with. Plus, when he finally gets down to having his scientists modify her into a sexbot, he'll also make sure to have them modify her operating system.

He's pretty sure that because she has aura, he can use his glyphs to control her anyways, just like everyone else he's mind whammied… but there's no reason not to have a back-up plan.

-x-X-x-

As Whitley signs his name on the dotted line with a flourish, he places an easy to discern mark next to the line right beneath his own, waiting for the other man's signature. Then, he pushes the contract across the table.

"Right then. Just sign there, and it's all settled."

Grunting, Hei Xiong, better known as Junior, leans further over Yang Xiao-Long as he continues to fuck her from behind, the gorgeous naked blonde bombshell bent over the conference table and getting slowed silly by the bearded nightclub owner. Grabbing the pen and the contract in both hands, even as he keeps thrusting away at Yang's cunt as hard and fast as he possibly can, Junior goes right ahead and signs his name on the dotted line as well, before pushing the contract back Whitley's way.

As soon as his hands are no longer occupied with pen and paper, they go right back to Yang's body, one fisting in the blonde's hair while the other grips at her hip, sometimes rearing back to spank her ass as he really gives it to the young huntress.

"Yep. You're now the proud owner of the club, Mister Schnee sir. I do hope you don't have any intentions of a change in management."

He doesn't sound too concerned about the idea, but then to be fair, Whitley had just paid him an incredibly large sum for the nightclub they were currently in the back of. If Whitley did decide to fire Junior, then the man wouldn't be too beat up or put out, he had more than enough lien to do whatever he wanted now, and better still, he was getting to fuck the Xiao-Long bitch as he'd called her too.

That had been one of Junior's only stipulations, and while Whitley could have forced the man to accept this purchase without it… he'd really seen no reason not to give Junior what he wanted, especially after hearing what Yang had done to the recently repaired nightclub. As he'd told the blonde bimbo when he'd brought her here, it was important to own up to your mistakes and pay the price for your actions. Actions, after all, had consequences.

Now, Junior is really laying into the blonde, even fucking with her hair, something Yang would never have allowed before Whitley put her under his control and made her yet another one of his horny little fuck toys. While the purple-eyed bombshell might not be enjoying Junior's treatment of her, she wants Whitley to be happy with her, wants her Master to love her and care for her. And most importantly of all, she wants Whitley to fuck her some more, the masochistic pain slut that he's turned her into and what not.

Of course, Whitley isn't just sitting there watching Junior fuck Yang like some sort of voyeur. Now that the contract is signed and this entire place belongs to him, as it should, he smirks and looks down beneath the conference table, pulling his chair out just a couple of inches to observe the two young women who have been taking turns sucking him off and giving him the best dual blowjob that they can.

"Well girls, your boss has just signed the club over to me. Which I guess makes me your new boss. Hm, you'll have to convince me the two of you deserve to stay on as my… employees."

The Malachite Twins sit back on their haunches and give each other a glance at that, their pale green eyes connecting for all of a moment before they look back at him, licking their lips. It's Melanie that responds, the twin in white giving an answer for both of them as she grins wickedly.

"Ooh, yes sir Mister Schnee… what should we do to convince you?"

Whitley just chuckles and wags his cock in both of their identical faces.

"You can get back to sucking my cock, for now."

The twins happily do so, quiet Miltia managing to beat her sister to the punch. As the twin in red captures his cock back in her mouth, Melanie scowls and then grabs Miltia by the back of the head, gripping tightly at her hair as she forces her further down his cock.

"Fine, you wanna hog all the fun, sis? I'll help you out…"

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

As Melanie fucks her twin sister's face on Whitley's cock for his pleasure, the young Schnee groans and tosses his head back, chuckling darkly. The funny thing is, he hasn't even had to use his glyphs to make them want him. Oh, he'd certainly tagged both them and Junior with his glyphs by this point. But he'd kept the mental influence a bit tamer this time around, just to see what he could get away with. All he'd done was make Junior more amenable to the idea of having a boss, as well as turning his fury towards Yang into a desire for sexual vengeance.

Now Junior was pounding into Yang across the table, and Whitley was the owner of the club. Meanwhile, with the Malachite Twins, all Whitley had done was make them both a bit more sensitive to him. It was sort of like what he'd done with Velvet, but rather than multiply everything by ten, all he'd done was ratchet them up to twice what they'd normally be feeling in his presence. Twice the attraction, twice the greed over his bottomless pockets of wealth, twice the pleasure gained from inhaling his scent as they sucked off his cock.

They were this eager to please almost entirely on their own… they wanted his money, they wanted him to like them and thus keep them in good company. They wanted to impress him, despite not seeing him as their Master and themselves as his fuck toys… not yet, anyways. Groaning, Whitley begins to cum, and upon realizing that he's blowing his load down her quiet sister's throat, Melanie all but yanks Miltia's head back.

Not to save the choking twin though, as she makes clear a moment later when she pushes Miltia to the side in order to get all of his seed on HER face and chest instead, greedily letting him facialize her as Miltia is left to recover next to her sister. The two twins are both undeniably gorgeous, especially in their matching, color-coordinated red and white dresses. He quite likes their motifs… but there is a question he has to decide the answer to now.

"Well, that was fun… but just who the hell am I going to fuck first?"

Pushing back from the table entirely, Whitley stands up, even as his cock remains out of his pants and fully erect. Scuttling out from under the table, the Malachite Twins rise as well, standing side by side, looking at him hopefully and expectantly. Melanie makes a big show of tugging off one of her white gloves and scooping a dollop of his cum up with just her finger, slipping the digit into her mouth and sucking it clean for a moment.

Meanwhile, Miltia is as shy as ever, blushing profusely and fidgeting and squirming under his gaze. But after a moment, the quieter of the pair of twins reaches down and grabs the hem of her red dress, pulling up the skirt and showing off her panties to him as she averts her gaze. The moment Melanie sees this, she goes wide-eyed and begins to whine.

"N-No fair! You're not allowed to bring that much moe to the battlefield, sister!"

Whitley just chuckles, even as he steps over to Miltia, who is undeniably being more adorable then her sister right now. As he grabs Miltia by the hips, he looks over to Melanie and just grins wickedly.

"You win some, you lose some darling. Your twin here is just too cute… but you should lean into your own motif. That of a raging, horny slut. Show me what you're willing to do for me and when I'm done with your sister, maybe I'll give you what you want as well."

Melanie blushes profusely but nods all the same, causing Whitley to snort in derision, even as he turns his focus back to Miltia. Picking the shy young woman up, he sets her down on the conference table and then has her lie back. A moment later, and he has the top of her shoulderless dress down, exposing some gorgeous, extremely pale titties to the open air. Her nipples get hard in moments, even before Whitley can begin to feast upon her breasts, groping and squeezing and suckling at them to his heart's content as Miltia whimpers and mewls and moans for him in response.

Unable to help himself, he yanks her panties down off of her legs after a while, leaving them dangling on one leg as he steps between her thighs and spreads them nice and wide. His cock, still rock hard and covered in the combined saliva of the twin sisters, presses into Miltia's pussy lips, which prove to be wet, if not quite sopping yet. He'll make her sopping soon enough though, and Whitley wastes no time in thrusting forward and claiming one half of the Malachite sisters for himself.

As he suspected, the quiet one is also the virgin one. Not for even a moment does he believe Melanie is a virgin as well, but it's obvious the twins have never done this sort of thing before, not even with Junior. This is the first time in their lives that the Malachite Twins have had a threesome with a man such as himself. It's a heady feeling, even as he claims Miltia's virginity and begins to fuck the yelping, squeaking, mewling young woman into a stupor.

She's so cute, so adorable, so shy. He has so much fun ravishing and ravaging her for his own pleasure, abusing her titties, suckling at her neck, holding her pale flesh hard enough that it will likely bruise on the morrow, even as he takes her first time and makes it his, conquering her without the use of his glyphs… well, mostly. She's still feeling everything at twice what she normally would be, and it's clearly affecting her, as she's soon climaxing around his pistoning prick near-continuously.

In the end, Whitley leaves his load inside of Miltia after fucking her through orgasm after orgasm, he cums deep inside of her womb and then pulls out without a second look back as he turns to the other Malachite Twin to see what she's done to impress him. True to form, Melanie has really gone all out. Even now, seemingly unaware that he's finished in her sister, the other girl is currently on the ground, face down, ass up. Her panties are around her knees, and her white dress is flipped up, exposing her bubble butt and her gushing wet cunt. She's currently got both of her gloves off, and is fingering both holes, fucking her ass AND her cunt at the same time with her pistoning digits.

It truly is a debauched display and given that the young woman is facing away from him, it's one that's meant solely for him. Chuckling darkly, Whitley walks on over and crouches down, the first inkling that Melanie has of his presence being when he grabs her by her bouncing, jiggling behind in order to hold her steady. She immediately freezes up, so he just swipes her hand away from her cunt and replaces it with his cock, slamming down into her from above and penetrating her quite deeply right on the spot.

"Oh, Fuck YEEEEEESSS!!!"

Where Miltia had been nonverbal even while being fucked, simply relying on involuntary noises to get her point across, Melanie is very vocal indeed.

"Yes! Fuck me boss! Fuck me hard! Don't stop sir, give it to me! Give your horny slut all of your BIG FAT COOOOCK!!!"

Melanie also cums like a damn faucet as he fucks her, climaxing again and again, her pussy juices squirting out from around his cock and splattering back down onto her. Whitley doesn't let up for even a second, enjoying being able to truly let loose. Sure, he hadn't exactly held back with Miltia, but he also hadn't truly brutalized her. With Melanie, the sluttier of the twins, he does exactly that, slamming down into her from above like a jackhammer, railing her with every last inch of his fat cock just as she begs him to, until she can beg no more.

He plows her nonstop for what feels like an eternity before finally filling her womb with just as much of his seed as he did Miltia, pouring it into Melanie's abused quim before pulling out of the second Malachite Twin. Both are completely insensate as Whitley finally tucks himself away, placing his cock back in its pants and turning back to the conference table.

Looking past Miltia's unconscious form shows that Yang is just as out of it at this point, a truly fucked silly expression across the blonde bombshell's face as she twitches, laying there still bent over the table, obviously having been creampied by Junior. The older gentleman gives Whitley a respectful nod, which he returns with a smile.

"… Yes, for the time being I do believe I'll leave you in charge of this fine establishment, Junior. You answer to me now, of course, but this place is yours to run as you see fit. I might send some… dancers from time to time for you to increase your revenue through. We'll see."

As Junior grins wickedly and gives Yang's upturned ass another slap, Whitley can't help but chuckle. The amusing thing is it probably wasn't even really Junior that left the blonde in such a state. He'd really messed Yang up mentally, and at this point, even though she said otherwise, he knew that she absolutely loved watching him ignore her in favor of fucking other girls. Junior was probably little more than a distraction for the blonde bombshell as she'd watched him spend all of his precious cum on the Malachite Twins instead of her, causing the masochistic pain slut to get off on being denied his seed and his cock.

She was exactly as he'd made her to be… and soon, the rest of the world would follow suit. Whitley had plans, big plans… and just like they didn't end with taking over his father's company and becoming the man of his family, neither did they end with conquering Beacon. There was still so much to do… and honestly, so little time to do it in.

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