The Festival Pt. 2

It was good to be among family again, Whitley reflects. Even if his semblance and his glyphs ultimately made it so that everyone was family to him in a way, all of them ultimately belonging to him and easily used as his toys… he couldn't help but be happy to be among his true kin once more, along with his first servants, his most loyal pets. In the end, it's quite the collection of folks, all in all, resulting in multiple blankets and picnic baskets being used, rather than trying to find one massive blanket big enough for all of them.

It also kept him from having to get catering for the little outing, which while completely within Whitley's power, would have detracted somewhat from the sanctity of his reunion, he couldn't help but feel. Besides, all of his favorite servants were there, and they could play their roles well enough while at the same time enjoying themselves.

From Asterios, to Hathor, to Jessie and Shawn, to Perseus and Bellaphon, and last but not least, Rosa… they're all here with him now. On top of that, Willow and Winter had both come along when he'd called, because of course they did. His mother and sister knew better than to disobey him… in fact, at this point neither had a disobedient bone in their body where Whitley was concerned.

As for Whitley himself, he brought only two people from Beacon with him when leaving for this lovely picnic. Weiss was an obvious choice, given she was his family to, his beloved sister, and she deserved as much a chance to see their mother and older sister as he did… while the last to join them was Pyrrha Nikos. Whitley had brought the gorgeous red head along because while she wasn't family just yet, she was destined to become a member all the same. She was going to be his lawfully wedded wife after all, so it only made sense to let mother and Winter meet her.

Not that their approval or disapproval would mean all that much given Whitley had complete control over everything when it came to the Schnee Family and their Company, but it was still a fun little thing to do. As such, the main blanket consisted of Whitley, his two sisters, his mother, and Pyrrha herself, with the other blankets being put to use by his favorite servants, once they finished seeing to his and his family's comforts.

So far, Willow had been fawning all over Pyrrha, clearly approving of his choice in women, while Winter had looked the red head up and down and given a nod of approval before turning to him and beginning her report. After all, while his big sister might be an Atlesian Operative with all that entailed, they both knew where her true loyalties lay… with him, with family.

As Whitley listened to Winter speak, his gaze drifted across the small, serene clearing, taking in everyone who he's brought to this picnic. There's no doubt about it… his mother will likely give birth soon. Out of everyone, Willow Schnee has the most developed belly, her abdomen rather large at this point. It's obvious she's on the last leg of her first pregnancy by her own son. Meanwhile, Whitley's female servants are all pretty close behind, the gorgeous female faunus he'd knocked up all those months ago looking rather close to popping as well.

Winter, however, isn't quite that far along yet. She's confirmed with him that she's pregnant as part of the beginning of her report, as well as told Whitley she's convinced the General that it's his. A part of Whitley is a little irritated that such deception was necessary, but given it was his plan in the first place, given that he'd ordered Winter to seduce General Ironwood within weeks of him putting her under his control, Whitley didn't really have room to complain. As much power as he had, even his reputation and the reputation of his company would be tarnished if he began to publicly extol the virtues of incest.

That hadn't stopped him from engaging in copious amounts of it though, but it was fine because Whitley knew he could trust everyone that he let get close to him, everyone that worked for the Schnee Family directly, implicitly. After all, he'd made sure that they were all loyal to him and him alone above all others.

Regardless, where Willow has simply claimed that Jacquez gave her one last child before he passed and that's why SHE'S pregnant, Winter needed to find someone else to take the fall, effectively. Ironwood would be a useful pawn, and until Whitley could bring the General under his control properly, the upcoming child would be a useful tool to manipulate and guide the man in charge of Atlas' Military in the direction Whitley wanted him to go.

General Ironwood was a good man, and that was perfect for Whitley's purposes, because it meant the man would do his level best to do right by Winter in whatever way he could. Either way, Winter wasn't that far along, at least not yet. Her belly is only just beginning to develop a bump, to the extent that she has to take off her shirt in order to show it off. Whitley is far more concerned about the other part of Winter's report… the part where she endangered herself on a mission with Qrow Branwen of all people. Of all the idiotic things to do…

As much as Whitley has enjoyed the serenity of introducing his betrothed to the rest of his family while in this beautiful meadow on a family picnic… Winter can't exactly stay for much longer, and the sight of the pregnant bellies and the thrill of knowing it was all him has him wanting to breed some more. Plus, Winter needs to be punished…

"Weiss… Pyrrha… my eldest sister has just told me some disturbing things about the risks she put our child through."

Winter goes rigid at that, her face coloring in shame and embarrassment, even as the two younger women look over from where they'd been talking with Whitley's mother. Grinning at the two of them, and then at Winter, Whitley cocks his head to the side.

"Can you both do your best to teach Winter a lesson about just what sort of behavior is and is not acceptable when carrying my child? When you're done… I'll be knocking the two of you up as well, I've decided."

He says it so nonchalantly, but the excitement in the air is palpable, and not just from Weiss and Pyrrha. Of course, Pyrrha has never punished anyone before, let alone done so in a sexual manner. Luckily, she has Weiss to walk her through the steps, and they soon have Winter stripped naked and apologizing as they take turns delivering punishing spankings to her lifted bottom.

Whitley, meanwhile, moves over to his mother and pulls his cock from its confines, feeding it into the very pregnant woman's mouth as she happily opens up without pause and without hesitation. Groaning, the ambitious young Schnee uses his own mother's mouth like he would a cunt, thrusting in and out, all while Willow Schnee shows off just how skilled she is with fellatio, not choking or gagging for even a single moment.

Instead, the gorgeous Schnee woman swallows continuously, taking his cock to the base again and again as her neck bulges just a tad from the sheer size of his member. She stares up into his eyes lovingly, her hands resting on her gravid belly, and Whitley knows that what he's done is right, everything he's done, all the people he's turned into his pawns, all the women he's knocked up, including his own mother and sister… it was RIGHT.

He can only imagine a world where he bent to society's pathetic views on morality like some… some plebian. His alcoholic mother would still be drinking herself into an early grave, his father would no doubt still be leading their company down the toilet, and Whitley… Whitley would be trapped in a gilded cage, the spare, waiting for Weiss to leave them just like Winter had, and ultimately ending up as the one who would have to FIX everything when father finally croaked of natural causes.

But by the time that happened, Whitley had no doubt in his mind that his mother would be dead and gone before dear old dad, and the company wouldn't be far behind either of them, with no real hope of it being saved or anything being fixed. No, in the end, Whitley was glad to have the power he did, and he was glad he'd used it in all the ways he had. Fuck society's attempts to peer pressure him with 'doing the right thing' and 'exercising restraint'.

On a world like Remnant, you either took what you needed when you needed it in order to survive, or you could expect to die, more often than not. Whitley didn't just want to survive though, he wanted to thrive so that he could protect everyone who was close to him, everyone who belonged to him. He was a possessive little shit and he knew it, no, more than that, he EMBRACED it.

With a groan, Whitley erupts down his own mother's throat, and to her credit, Willow Schnee guzzles down his cum like a woman in a dessert being offered water at an oasis. She drinks every last drop, her adoring, devoted eyes never once leaving his face, and once again in as many minutes, Whitley is assured that he's made the right choice by himself AND his family.

As Winter's punishment at the hands of Weiss and Pyrrha continues in the background, Whitley moves among the other picnics, and enjoys the pregnant bodies of his female faunus, even as the male faunus watch on approvingly. From Hathor and her son Asterios, to Jennie and her brother Shawn, to Bellaphon and her new husband, Perseus, their wedding finally taking place a while back.

Whitley takes his pleasure from all of his favorite servants, including Rosa, though he's always careful with them, just as he was with his mother. This far into their pregnancies, he doesn't dare try vaginal intercourse, wanting nothing to risk hurting his children. Instead, he has them fellate him, and in one or two cases, sodomizes the gorgeous female faunus, fucking them anally until they squeal in orgasm, all while the man in their life holds their hand.

Eventually though, Winter is all tuckered out, so Whitley makes his way back to the center picnic in order to relieve his elder sister of her punishment. As Weiss and Pyrrha both look at him expectantly and hopefully, Whitley grins and gives one simple command.

"Strip."

Needless to say, the two young women do as they're told. In the end, Whitley starts with Weiss, pushing his sister onto her back, her head coming to rest in their mother's lap as Willow runs her hands through Weiss' hair and whispers sweet nothings to her. It's not Weiss' first time by far, obviously, but it's still something special, and Whitley delights in watching his sister's eyes bulge out of her head as he fills her with his cock yet again, groaning at how tight her tiny body is.

She's definitely the runt of the family, even if he's the youngest. But then, to be fair, Whitley has worked hard ever since discovering his semblance to make sure he's as strong in body as he is in mind. A result of this is that the only male Schnee currently in existence had a bit of a growth spurt around the time Weiss left. He's actually taller than his smaller sister by a couple of inches now, and he's filled out some more as well.

Turns out, with an aura awakening, the proper training, and the right amount of calories, you could really beef yourself up. His father would almost certainly have stopped Whitley if he'd known, given that it likely would have seemed as if Whitley was following in his sisters' footsteps and Jacquez needed to keep at least ONE of his children weak and dependent on him in case he lost the first two to independence… but in the end, Whitley had dealt with his father most decisively.

What this all means is, Whitley takes Weiss in a mating press, pushing her legs back up behind her head and fucking down into her from above as he greatly enjoys the way his big little sister's face contorts in pleasure and ecstasy. He fucks her long and hard, while Pyrrha takes a step forward in properly coming out of her shell and joining him at his side as something akin to an equal when she presses her naked body into his back and wraps her arms around him, holding him.

As Willow is whispering sweet nothings to Weiss, Pyrrha is egging Whitley on, telling him to knock up his own sister, begging him to just cum already so he can fuck her next. Honestly, having his sister's cunt wrapped so delightfully tightly around his cock and having Pyrrha's body pressed against his as her hot breath wafts across his ear… yeah, it's more than enough to get Whitley going and ultimately more than enough to send him right over the edge.

Of course, in response, he takes Pyrrha on her hands and knees from behind, fucking her doggystyle once he's pulled out of Weiss' creampied cunt. Having left a nice thick load inside of his petite sister, Whitley turns his sights on his future wife. Pyrrha is… she's as beautiful as she is dangerous, and Whitley quite enjoys taming her, taking her, making her his. Fucking her from behind reminds her of her place beneath him, even as he grips tightly at her firm, toned ass, and plows into her clenching, squeezing cunt with wild abandon.

Eventually, his hand finds its way into the red head's ponytail, and then he's pulling back on the Invincible Girl's hair, dragging her head up and forcing her spine to arch as he fucks her all the harder. She's all his, and they both know it, Pyrrha's screams of ecstasy as she cums again and again around his cock filling the clearing. Her moans and her pleading for more, for him to knock her up and breed her leave Whitley helplessly turned on, and he really can't let up for even a moment, fucking Pyrrha long and hard right until he finally cums.

Thankfully, he spent some time having his way with his mother and his favorite servants first, as well as fucking Weiss before his bride to be. Because he left Pyrrha for last, Whitley doesn't just cum within moments of beginning to fuck her. He lasts a good long while, before finally filling her womb with his seed and impregnating her as he has every other woman at the family picnic.

Pyrrha slumps forward, exhausted, while Whitley pulls out of his future wife, a satisfied grin on his face. That grin lasts all the way through the ensuing clean up and is only wiped away at the very end when Winter talks to him quietly about the meeting in Ozpin's Office that she was so quickly dismissed from. His blissful thoughts are thoroughly interrupted as Whitley finds himself contemplating just what that man is up to.

But in the end, he really doesn't have to think about it very much, not when the obvious answer to his problem is staring him right in the face. Why puzzle it out… when he can just have Professor Goodwitch tell him everything?

-x-X-x-

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Once again, Whitley had stuck his nose where it was likely unwanted. But he really didn't care, truth be told. Back on the Zauberspiegel after yet another round of the Vytal Festival Tournament, this time the doubles tournament, Whitley is greatly enjoying himself, especially with how a certain cat faunus has her pretty little throat wrapped around his cock.

No, funnily enough, it's not Blake Belladonna currently choking on his dick… instead, she's the one doing the choking.

"That's right, take it all, no matter the personal expense to yourself. That's how to be a good kitty cat slave for our Master. Choke on it, you fucking neon-colored slut."

Blake's tone is an amusing mixture of lecturing and kind, even as her actions are almost exceedingly violent and aggressive. Not that her current victim is resisting at all. Neon Katt stares up at Whitley with tears streaking down her cheeks, but they're involuntary tears brought about by the way Blake is using her grip on Neon's hair to drive the other cat faunus up and down his cock over and over again. The devotion and adoration have already set in in Neon Katt's watery eyes as she looks up at him with all the desire in the world.

Honestly, the combination of Blake skull-fucking another faunus on his cock while said faunus looks up at him with such devotion is more than enough of a warm up for Whitley. With a grunt, the Schnee male reaches out and grabs Blake by her black hair and drags her down to Neon's level, pulling out of the latter cat faunus' throat at the last second as he unloads for the first time that day all over their faces and their shirts, covering them both in white, hot seed.

Neon flinches a bit, clearly inexperienced with being facialized by her new master, while Blake takes it all like the horny little pet slut she's become. Then, she quickly pulls Neon back and tears her clothes off as she forcibly spreads the other cat faunus' legs for him, all but offering her fellow faunus up on a silver platter. Chuckling, Whitley wastes no time in thrusting deep into Neon's cunt, filling his newest toy with his cock, groaning in enjoyment as he begins to fuck her nice and hard.

At a certain point though, he decides to reward Blake for her service, so he goes ahead and flips Neon over so he's fucking her from behind, letting her lay atop Blake, this time facing the other cat faunus. Sensing an opportunity for getting some more of his cream, his favorite kitty cat quickly begins to lick and slurp and kiss at the face of the girl who's quickly becoming his second favorite kitty cat.

Whitley keeps on fucking Neon as Blake continues to lecture her on how to be a 'good kitty cat slave' for their Master. At the same time though, he does glance up, cocking his head to the side and enjoying the rest of the party for what it is.

Nearby, Yang and Weiss are currently being gangbanged by Flynt Coal and Sun Wukong respectively… along with their clones. Specifically, Yang is currently being 'yangbanged' as she'd jokingly called it by Flynt and his three copies, the dark-skinned young man proving to have quite the sizable prick as he used it on Yang quite roughly, much to her delight. It was obvious he was still irritated about having lost to the beautiful blonde.

On the other side is Sun with his energy clones, which aren't nearly as versatile as Flynt's. Nevertheless, the clones are hard-light constructs and currently spit-roasting Weiss between them quite aggressively, something that Whitley can certainly appreciate the aesthetic of. Though, if Sun is trying to have the best looking scene of the party, he's got some insanely hefty competition.

Off to the side, Team CFVY is currently being punished for Coco and Yatsu's utter failure in the doubles round of the Vytal Tournament. Coco is currently suspended from the ceiling by rope bondage, bound and tied up and whimpering as Glynda Goodwitch herself, wearing a white and purple dominatrix outfit that Whitley got for her, teases and punishes the fashionista for her failure.

"You aren't much good for fighting, are you Ms. Adel? It seems only right that you serve the Master with your body in another way. He's decided to allow one of your team to breed you… but also told me if you're not appropriately grateful, then I can withhold this gift for as long as I like. I want to hear you beg, Ms. Adel. Beg for your teammate's seed to fertilize your womb."

"P-Please… a-ah!"

Bringing her crop down on Coco again and again, Glynda does eventually tease a concise enough bit of begging from Coco to be satisfied with things. By the time the Professor is done with the second year student, Coco is a writhing, whimpering mess, tears streaking down her cheeks as she looks to him more than once with apology in her eyes. Whitley just gives her a kind smile that seems to lighten her spirits a little, before ultimately Glynda notices her looking and cuts Coco's gaze off, snarling at her that she doesn't deserve to look upon his 'august visage' and punishing her some more.

Glynda really does make for a good dominatrix. The perfect kind of woman to be submissive to him while dominant to the others, to her students. Eventually, once Coco has proven reasonably contrite by Glynda's standards… only then does Glynda allow Fox to step forward and breed his team leader. As the young man grabs Coco by her bound legs and thrusts into her, filling her with his cock and beginning to fuck her right then and there, Whitley watches on with approval… even as Yatsu struggles to deal with Velvet nearby.

Unlike Coco, Yatsu isn't tied up or anything like that, nor is he going to be punished by Glynda. In the end, Yatsu's only punishment is having to handle Velvet alone. Needless to say, the big man is already struggling as his completely insatiable teammate, a slutty bunny faunus who just can't get enough cock ever since Whitley awakened her sexual side, bounces up and down on his dick wildly, moaning all the while.

In the end, Whitley had originally had a worst punishment in mind for both of them for their failure. Initially, he'd been quite annoyed when the two second years had lost against these unknowns from Mistral. But then he'd found out that the little surprise from the CCT incident was in fact something of a slide-in backdoor that allowed outside access without detection.

It was almost certainly the work of a rogue Atlesian Scientist that had likely helped build the network, but for the moment, Whitley hadn't been able to find out much more. In the end though, what this meant was, Coco and Yatsu were paired up against the absolute worst team to fight, literally handpicked to be the easiest match up to beat for those two. The fight was rigged from the very beginning, and Coco and Yatsu really had given a good showing when fighting a team that was specialized to counter their style to begin with.

In the end, their loss really wasn't their fault, but at the same time they did lose rather spectacularly. So, while Whitley is willing to cut them some slack, he's not going to completely forgive them. As such, Coco's first child will be her teammate's rather than some other man. At the same time though, Whitley has made sure she wants her first child to be from HIM… so it's still a good punishment, in the end. And he expects going forward that Coco Adel will work all the harder to earn his respect and approval so that next time around, he'll be willing to give her his second child.

Regardless, Whitley cums deep inside of Neon Katt eventually, even as everyone else slowly winds down as well. People change partners and switch things up, but ultimately Whitley makes his way over to Glynda and draws her away from the ensuing orgy, leaving everyone, both the winners and losers to their fun instead. As he drags Glynda off to the side, she looks at him with the same devotion and adoration as before. Knowing that she will never betray him, knowing she can't lie to him, Whitley smiles at his loyal teacher-pet.

"Glynda… you're going to tell me everything that Ozpin is planning and how it might interfere with me and my plans. Understood?"

Glynda drops to her knees and bows her head.

"Yes, Master."

He lets her take his cock at that point and begin licking and sucking at it even as she tells him all he wants to know. And as Whitley listens, a hand atop Glynda's head… he plans accordingly.

-x-X-x-

Later that night, well after everyone else has turned in, Whitley allows for Glynda Goodwitch to escort him down into the bowels of Beacon, to the secret basement sublevel where they're keeping Amber. She's told him everything at this point, everything about the Maidens that she knows so far, everything about Ozpin and his plans for them, and everything about Amber and her situation. The Relics and the Academies they're all supposedly situated in surprise and intrigue Whitley… but Ozpin's plan to endanger Pyrrha with the Maiden's power pisses him the fuck off if he's being honest.

While it would certainly be nice to have the Fall Maiden power within his family, and Whitley might still try to assimilate it along with the others on his terms… now that he knows about Salem, he knows what sort of threat they're REALLY up against. Besides, Ozpin should have brought Whitley and the SDC into things earlier. Obviously, he's kept his company's latest work almost too well under wraps.

It's clear that neither Ozpin nor anyone else knows that ever since Whitley disposed of dear old dad, he's turned the SDC towards more… humanitarian pursuits. Such as medicine and medical technology that can be used to help and heal even the most grievous of injuries. Hunters and huntresses are in enough of a short supply as it is, the more that Whitley can save and heal from life-threatening injuries, the better off Remnant will be in the long run.

As he and Glynda walk from the elevator down the large, dark hallway to where Amber waits for them, Whitley has a hand on the Professor's back, more specifically her backside. He gropes and kneads Glynda's ass quite aggressively and she moans and pants, leaning into his side. She's still wearing her dominatrix outfit, but she's nothing more than his little submissive bitch now that they're alone, and they both know it.

Eventually, they come to a stop in front of Amber's pod, the tube that the comatose girl is lying within lighting up at their approach. Amber herself… certainly isn't half-bad to look at. Whitley cocks his head, taking in her sleeping form, and in the end smiles.

"… Yeah, she'll do. She'll do nicely."

Then, he grabs hold of the Professor who's brought him here and brings her in front of him, facing her towards Amber's pod as he runs his hands up and down Glynda's leather clad body. He's the one that had this outfit of hers designed, so of course he knows all about it's little secrets, such as the fact that it's designed for easy access by yours truly. Unzipping the hidden zippers and allowing the chest of her leather corset to fall away, leaving her breasts bouncing free, followed by doing the same with the crotch of the costume, Whitley plays with Glynda's tits and her clit for a little while, even as he rests his chin on her shoulder, looking down at Amber's sleeping form.

… He wouldn't ever let something like that happen to Pyrrha. He'd kill whoever tried to harm his fiancé before he'd let that happen. Still, while he's a bit more stressed out and certainly more on edge than ever now that he knows everything there is to know… Whitley is also grateful. He's never been one for willful ignorance. His father might have just stuck his head in the sand and ignored all of the problems plaguing their family and their company, but Whitley just wasn't that kind of guy.

He was the sort of man who saw problems and dealt with them, swiftly and decisively. Mother's drinking… a problem he'd put to rest by giving her something else to be addicted to… taking care of him. His father's idiocy regarding his sisters and the family company? Whitley had dealt with that problem as well. Weiss and Winter had been brought on board, and so had Weiss' teammates. Now Winter was tugging Ironwood's heart strings by stringing the man along into thinking her unborn child was hers.

And finally, Glynda Goodwitch was Whitley's bitch, his woman on the inside, telling him all about Ozpin's insane plans and the enemies that were coming for what Whitley considered his. In the end… Glynda was due for a reward. She'd been such a good girl, such an obedient slut, and she'd done all he asked of her, accomplishing every mission he'd given her and following every order that had come her way from him.

Pushing Glynda forward, he causes the Professor to land on the front of Amber's pod, pressed up against the glass as he grabs her by her gorgeous hips and yanks them back, forcing her to arch her spine as she juts her ass up. Her sopping wet pussy is right there, so of course Whitley wastes no time in penetrating Glynda from behind, filling her with his cock right then and there.

"Yessss~ Master, ohhhh Master!"

"You've done well, Glynda. My slutty teacher-pet… you've served me in an exemplary fashion so far since I arrived in Vale. So, I've decided to give you a reward. I'm going to knock you up now, going to breed you silly, right here, right now."

Glynda shudders and immediately orgasms beneath him, her pussy walls clenching and squeezing down around his cock as she climaxes explosively.

"Yesssss!!! Please Master, please breed me! Fuck me silly, sir! Knock me up! I want it, I want to carry your seed, I want to give birth to your babies!"

Whitley just laughs as he begins to truly fuck her, Glynda orgasming again and again around his cock in the process. He gives her leather-clad ass a few smacks here and there as well, but with the dominatrix outfit in the way, it doesn't have the same impact as it would if he were applying his actual palm directly to her flesh. Alas, it'd been so much fun watching Glynda dominate Coco in this outfit, and it was equally fun to be putting her in her place while she was still wearing it now.

Heh, he definitely had a thing for strong women submitting to him, didn't he? Perhaps that was why he'd been so hard on Coco for losing, despite it not really being her fault given the circumstances. Whitley was proud of Coco's strength, proud of how unbelievably hot and strong his fashionista pet was. Watching her fail had left a sour taste in his mouth.

He'd forgive her eventually, but for now she was in the dog house, probably at least until after she'd given birth to Fox's kid. For now, Whitley would turn his eyes towards the powerful women under his control who hadn't failed him yet… like Glynda Goodwitch herself. As he continues to fuck her and she continues to worship him and beg him for his seed, Whitley looks past the Professor and at Amber's sleeping face once more.

He wonders, briefly, if she's conscious in there. Does she know what's going on? Can she hear what Glynda is saying? He doesn't see any movement behind the eyelids or anything like that, nor are her extremities visibly twitching. It's possible she can't hear anything at all… but it's equally possible from what Whitley has heard about coma patients that she can hear everything as well. With that in mind, Whitley grabs Glynda by her hair and yanks her head back for a moment, just a little bit, leaving her tits and palms still pressing against the glass of Amber's pod.

"Glynda… be a dear for me and tell Amber I've decided what I'm going to do with her. I'm going to heal her… and then I'm going to make her mine."

Glynda gasps in delight at that, and even as Whitley continues to take the gorgeous older woman to pound town, railing the gorgeous Professor slut from behind with all his might, she starts to speak, no longer begging him for more, but directing her words down to Amber as she describes what Whitley will do to the girl once he's found a way to heal her.

"A-Amber! Oooh, Amber~ I hope you can h-hear me darling, because I've got, mm, g-good news! Master has d-decided you're worth his, hah, time! He's, oooh, going to h-heal you! He never gives u-up either, he'll, a-ah, definitely find a way!"

Whitley grins at Glynda's confidence, even as he redoubles his pace yet again, undeniably turned on by his blonde pet's words.

"Once he d-does, he'll fuck you t-too! He'll make you h-his, like he has with me and, oooh, s-so many others! You'll, hah, love it! M-Maybe he'll even, ah, knock you up like he, mm, is doing to me, r-right now! He's breeding me, A-Amber! He's breeding me, and he'll b-breed you too, someday!"

And like that, Glynda talks herself into one final explosive orgasm that takes Whitley with it, her inner walks milking his cock for all they're worth until he finally spills over into her cunt, filling her womb with thick, hot seed. Whitley groans as he pumps the thick load right into Glynda, knowing without a doubt that even if she's not pregnant from this, he won't stop until she's knocked up.

Once he decides he's going to breed a girl, after all, he doesn't stop until he's succeeded. Soon enough, he's starting a round two, this time with Glynda on her back against the glass of Amber's pod, and the two of them kissing as her arms and legs wrap around Whitley's body while he pistons in and out of her. Even as Whitley kisses Glynda wholeheartedly however, one of his eyes is peeking past the blonde's head, to the sleeping beauty in the pod under her.

… Yeah, he's going to fix Amber right up, and gain a lifelong ally from her in the process. Now that he knows about the Maidens, he's going to have to acquire the whole set… and find a way to deal with Salem and all of her minions as well. Whitley knows who the true enemy is now, though that doesn't make him blind to all of the lesser adversaries in his midst who will try to stop him. Both those in league with Salem and those working against her… none of them are his allies.

The only people Whitley can count on are the ones he's brought under his control with his glyphs. Everyone else is a potential enemy, and Whitley refuses to allow any of them to hurt what's precious to him. Now… now he knows what he's really facing. A Queen of the Grimm indeed… but if Salem is Queen of the Grimm, then Whitley might as well be King of Humanity for all his power, wealth, and influence.

It's time for him to start living up to his full potential. It's time for him to stop resting on his laurels, for all that he really hasn't been. If this isn't a kick in the ass, Whitley doesn't know what is… Beacon's been fun, but playtime is over. He's got a Fall Maiden to save, Pyrrha to look after and make sure she doesn't get caught up in Ozpin's schemes, and now a Grimm Queen and her irritating pawns to fight off.

Let it never be said that Whitley Schnee shirks away from duty or runs away from danger. The most ambitious Schnee in generations won't go down without a hell of a fight.

-x-X-x-

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