Carnivore (Rwby)

Tyuule had finally found her prey. Her husband had told her about the girl: Emerald Sustrai. Dark skin, green hair. A Semblance that allowed her to produce illusions, and a lifestyle that would make her pliable. Offer her food and shelter, and she would go along with her, at least for long enough to make her into Lee's slave.

She smiled at the thought, then tapped the girl on the shoulder. She wheeled around with the panicked movements of a girl who knew she was doing something wrong. Tyuule didn't care about that, though. "I'm sorry," she said, in a soft, gentle voice, playing the role of the concerned lady. "I don't mean to be rude, but - are you doing alright, dear?"

"I'm fine," the girl responded, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm afraid... I don't believe that, Emerald." She gently clasped the girl's shoulder, actually an act taken to keep her in place, prevent her from using her illusions to get free now. Emerald swallowed at the dropping of her name - good, this was the right girl. "You're homeless, aren't you?"

"I- who are you?"

"Ah, my apologies. I'm Tyuule," she said, making the girl's brow crinkle at the strange name. Tyuule just kept a pleasant smile on her lips. "Did your parents never mention me to you?"

"You knew my parents?" Good. She wasn't incredulous that her parents might have mentioned anyone to her, as she might have been were her parents to die when she was say, three. It would have been hard to cold read her, if she'd made a misstep this early. But, the odds of a three year old child surviving on their own, even in a wealthy city like this one, were slim.

"We were friends, a long time ago. I only recently learned of their passing." She smiled with a melancholy that recalled all her years of suffering under Zorzal and the miserable end she'd met with after it. "I'm sorry that you've been alone all this time. Let my husband and I take care of you, at least until you can get your feet under you." Her fingers softened their position on the girl's shoulder, sliding slowly towards her neck, ready to switch to a carotid restraint if the girl tried to run or trick her. "It's the least we can do."

The suspicious hint remained in Emerald's eyes, the unwillingness to quite believe her good fortune. "Why?"

"It's what I would want done for my children. And I loved your parents like they were my siblings. Please," she said, putting all the meaning she could into the meaningless word, willing tears to appear in her eyes by recalling the final cruel feeling of Zorzal's fingers around her throat, the pitiful death she had received. "You don't have to stay with us." She would, of course, but she didn't need to know that. "We can give you some money, if you need it. But I know my husband would be devastated to know that we could have helped, and didn't."

Her hand remained clasped against the girl's throat, ready to make her move if she had to - but she didn't. The girl was desperate. That made her heart easy to play with. "I-I'll come with you."

Tyuule smiled at that, sliding her fingers down along the girl's shoulder, eventually making her way to her hand, clasping it tightly in her own. "I'm glad to hear that," she said. If the girl knew just how glad... she probably wouldn't be as happy to come along with her.

* * *

In her home, Tyuule chose to dress the image of the domestic woman. Long skirts that stretched down to almost the ankles and hid much of her shapely body, a loose apron that she wore over it. Part of it was the sheer novelty of "marriage." The closest she had experienced to it, back on Falmart, was a life as Zorzal's slave and favored concubine, but that was obviously an entirely different thing, and she had hated Zorzal. She actually quite liked Lee, and a wife was treated much better than a slave. Another part of it was simply that it hid the light frosting of fur that stretched from her shoulders down towards her hands, from her ankles up to her thighs; even among faunus, these features were unusual and noteworthy.

More important, though, was that it made her seem harmless, a flower without a single thorn. Since her husband had awakened her Aura, she had discovered her Semblance. She called it Traitor, and it certainly evoked her long struggle back on Falmart. In short, it made her attacks more powerful the less her opponents expected them: an attack on an opponent expecting an attack of some kind, but not knowing from where, was perhaps half again as strong. One from out of nowhere against an unsuspecting foe, perhaps twice. And one against a target who thought her their friend, somebody who would never attack them? A single punch could shatter a person's Aura entirely.

Cooking was a rather fun task to enjoy too, as she waited for her husband to return home, so that he could perform the ritual on Emerald. It was a sort of artistic doldrum of a task, interesting in all its little textures of timing and spicing. She had avoided experimenting much, since she was new to it - at least, new to it with all the tools available to her, the meats already long since taken away from any impression of animal form. It was also thought of as a domestic thing, which was strange to her sensibilities, but perfectly fine. It meant that the mere act of cooking made her seem to be even less of a threat.

She had brought Emerald along with her to the dining room, regularly touching Emerald, directing her to help with this or that. The girl no doubt thought by now that she was a touchy-feely woman, but that suited her purposes perfectly well, the faint blush and the uncertainty in Emerald's posture as she was directed to do this or that task as part of the cooking. It was clearly something she had been little accustomed to.

As they were finishing up the meal, at last, her husband returned home. The memories of their long life together were drawn up unbidden, of romance and lust and mutual desire. He was a handsome figure of the sort of masculine energy that most attracted a warrior bunny, tall and strong. If one squinted, even, his faunus ears were like those of a warrior bunny male, which sent a certain shiver down her spine.

He brought with him Elsa. The one assigned to him by the goddess. She had a warrior's spirit, in some deformed sense. She was beautiful enough, fast as a warrior bunny despite being a human, but Tyuule was glad that she had been marked by Lee, made his obedient slave. Her personality was too deranged to be let free.

"You said Lee would be bringing other people over with him to eat," Emerald said, seeming actually nervous now, having completely fallen into the role of domesticity. "But there's only one - did we make too much?"

Tyuule smiled, gently ruffling the girl's hair. It was a pity that this would be her last moment of innocence. She was rather cute like this. "My husband eats an awful lot," she explained. It was apparently part of the price for his newfound abilities. "Trust me, we didn't make too much."

"So, this is Emerald," Lee said, eying up the girl with unrestrained lust. Tyuule bit her tongue on the subject of his rapacious gaze, how it might make her too suspicious, and simply directed Emerald to sit to her side - and one seat away from her husband. "Quite the beautiful young thing. I'm happy to see that Tyuule found you."

"Thank you, sir," Emerald said, uncertainly. Her gaze flicked to Tyuule, as if hoping for protection; Tyuule gave her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. In a sense, her husband's tendency to be rather... forward would come in handy. The more that Emerald saw Tyuule as her protective mother-figure, the more easily her Aura would break when the moment came.

During the meal, of course, her husband was as unrestrained as always. That too was part of the cost of his abilities, the way he unrepentantly dragged her and Elsa to his side, wrapping his arm around one or the other, idly pawing at them as he wolfed down his food. She did her best to appear unhappy with the entire thing, her lips quivering on her face, her gaze going reassuringly to Emerald. It didn't matter if she thought that Lee was a monster, so long as she also thought that Tyuule was her friend.

When the meal was finally finished, she set Elsa to putting away the plates. The woman had fortunately been quiet the entire meal - a standing order of her husband, for situations such as this - though her leers had not been reassuring to Emerald. Tyuule simply shifted around, getting behind Emerald and gently massaging her shoulders. "Do you trust me, Emerald?" She asked, in a sweet, gentle voice.

"Y-yes?" Emerald asked, confused as to why the question was being asked. Her confusion didn't last long - Tyuule brought a sharp blow down on the back of Emerald's neck, instantly cracking through the girl's aura and sending her tumbling forward to the table. With the swiftness of an Aura-enhanced warrior bunny, Tyuule grabbed Emerald by the shoulders and kept her from falling forward the rest of the way.

"She's ready for you, darling." Darling, such a curious word, but Lee definitely liked it. He turned his gaze towards Emerald with a wolfish grin.

* * *

Emerald's head was foggy as she shook her head. She had been... what had happened? Tyuule? She remembered Tyuule, and that set her mind to run back over her memories of the day. The rabbit faunus had brought her to her home, had invited her to help with the cooking, her husband - some kind of dog faunus? - had come home, and they had eaten, and then?

She blinked, looking around herself. She was... in a bedroom. She must have gone to the guest room to sleep. She shifted her weight, and found she was naked, making her let out a small hiss. She didn't sleep in the nude. Had something happened? She didn't... feel physically violated?

The door to the room opened, and there was Lee, the husband. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but Emerald was too anxious to take too much note of it. "Why am I naked?" She asked, her voice sharpening.

"Easier to perform the ritual on you if you're naked," he said, in a lazy tone of voice that just made her anxiety spike. He was standing in the doorway, but she quietly reached out for his mind, manipulating his perceptions to make him imagine she was still sitting in her bed. She began to creep out of it, ignoring the feeling of cool air on her bare skin as she slowly shifted around the room. "Oh, don't use your Semblance on me," he said, and instantly, automatically, reflexively, she shut down her Semblance. It brought with it a gentle, warm feeling that made her whole body shudder, goosebumps running across her skin.

Then she realized what had just happened and her eyes widened at the fact that she was now standing naked in the middle of the room, completely exposed to him. He just grinned wolfishly at her, making her swallow and take a step back towards the bed. "What- what did you do to me?" She asked, the pleasant sensation seeming to vanish in the wake of the fear.

"What I'm going to be doing a lot. I ordered you around. You can't see it, but you've got a cute little tramp stamp now, sweetheart." He stepped into the room, closing and locking the door behind him as he strolled towards her without a care in the world. Her body coiled in preparation for a fight, but just before he got into melee range, he spoke again. "Oh, and don't attack me," he stated, and another rush of pleasure ran through her body as she found herself unable to deal with it. "You're going to be my slave from now on," he told her, his hand coming to her chin, gently cupping it. "Don't worry. You'll be happier with me than you would have been if you'd kept on living life on the streets." He winked.

"I- I'll get away from you."

"Nah," he said. "Don't even think about trying to escape." She felt her legs wobble a bit at the sheer force of that command, and found her mind routed around the concept now, unable to even conceptualize how she might run away from him any longer.

"What- what the fuck kind of Semblance..." she edited people's perceptions in real time. His had to be limited. Yes. That was why they were alone, in her room. He had... maybe ordered her to forget something?

"Not a Semblance. See, I had a real nice life in another world, but it turns out that the goddess in question's mood shifted from lovey-dovey orgies where all the girls are happy, to wanting a bit of rape porn. You could say that's why you're here." Okay, he was crazy, and had a dangerous Semblance, and probably planning to rape her. She couldn't attack him. What were her other options? Talk him out of it?

"What about your wife?" She tried. "Would she want you to do this?"

He laughed at that. "My wife doesn't give a fuck about the people of this world. All that anti-faunus stuff really got to her. Plus, you know. We're both kind of stuck with the rape goddess. Anyway, spin around, hands on the bed, ass in the air, and hold that position," he ordered, and she found her body obeying without conscious thought, a pleasant rush running through her whole system. She looked back at him, watching as he removed his pants.

"HELP!" She screamed, desperately hoping for anything to happen in response to it.

"Shh," he said, and her voice died in her throat a moment later. It brought that same, pleasant, warm feeling into her mind. She saw his cock, hard and large, and she swallowed at the size of it. It was pretty big. "Don't worry, I promise you'll enjoy this," he said, as he rubbed his dick up against her bare sex, a little tremble of pleasure running through her body at the sensation, her fingers bunching up on the bed. "I'm pretty fucking good at sex," he explained, before thrusting into her without further ado.

She let out a gasp at the feeling of his cock inside her, of its sheer overwhelming size. Her fingers clenched around the blankets beneath her, her whole body trembling at the sensations of it. He was so... big. So filling. It should have been uncomfortable, but his cock just felt like it smoothly, snugly fit her. Was this also part of his Semblance? She tried to speak, but her mouth only limply moved, a faint hiss of pleasure the only noise that escaped her throat.

He let out a small laugh at that, one that quickly turned into a cackle. "Sorry, sorry," he said, giving her ass a quick swat, and she felt herself tremble and jerk faintly. "You can talk, but inside voice," he said, as he lazily thrust in and out of her increasingly-wet sex.

"Why are you doing this?" Tears weren't coming out of her eyes, probably due to how good it felt, but there was still a desperate clenching inside of her heart, at being raped.

"Because you're a cute, dumb kid, and you'd have wound up falling in with a bad crowd if I hadn't," he told her, his fingers sinking into her ass cheeks. "The worst crowd on the whole fucking planet," he explained, as his pace increased inside her. "Trust me, you're better off being my slave."

"No, I, I won't, I promise," she panted, trying to bargain her way out of this whole situation.

"Doesn't matter, gotta rape," he said, laughing again before reaching forward for her breasts, his hands caressing them with a surprisingly gentle grasp, one that sent sweet goosebumps through her whole body - then his pace accelerated inside her. "Fuck, you're tight. Were you a virgin?" She didn't respond. "Answer the question."

"Yesss," she moaned out, the combination of the pleasure of obeying and the feeling of getting fucked by such a well-sized cock serving to send an orgasm through her whole body. "Fuck," she whimpered, as he got faster inside her in response to her orgasm, gasping as her body bounced with each slam of his hips, while her pussy just kept on clenching and gripping his dick in the spasmodic movements of orgasm.

"That's a good girl. You'll be learning to love my cock pretty fast, don't worry," he said. "Oh, by the way, from now on, when we're alone like this, you're to call me Master."

She started to spit out her answer, "Like hell I'll call you that, Master," she said, the last word sending another gentle tremble through her body. She just grit her teeth at the humiliating reality, her cheeks burning, but his cock felt fantastic inside her body, each command seeming to bring sweet pleasure with it. Some part of her wanted him to keep commanding her, because the pleasure distracted her from the humiliation, but she tried to stifle that part as best she could.

It did nothing to make the sex any less pleasurable, though. By this point, he was just ramming his dick inside her with hardly a care in the world, but despite that, it felt incredible. His balls slapped against her thighs, his fingers roughly dug into her tits, but it felt pleasurable rather than painful, lewd little pants escaping her throat with each progressive thrust as he slammed in and out of her, over and over again. Her whole body trembled at the sensations, her fingers really clawing into the bed before her, her eyelashes rapidly fluttering. Lewd pants escaped her throat, and she was sure she looked ridiculous, but she couldn't control herself. She tried turning her face away from him, staring down at the bed below her as she waited for him to finish, but even that was denied her.

"Show me that ridiculous face you're making," he ordered, and her head twisted around, goosebumps running along her skin, another powerful orgasm hitting her body, her eyes rolling up in pleasure as she got fucked like that. Her tongue wagged at the air from the sheer pleasure of it, some drool dribbling out past her lower lip as she was treated in such a callous manner, her whole body twitching and writhing on his cock, her nipples perky and hard in his grasp as she got fucked stupid like this.

He came inside her, then, her own pussy's muscles squeezing at his cock to wring an orgasm out of him. It felt obscene, the amount of cum he was spraying out - it just gushed and gushed, to the point that despite how sticky it felt, she started to wonder if maybe he was just pissing inside her, not coming. The way his whole body clenched up, the sight of a few spurts of cum that were so powerful that wet white seed dribbled out of her pussy, making it obvious that it was semen, was the only thing that made her certain that wasn't what was happening, with just how much and how constant it was coming out. By the time he was finished, she felt truly full, and he pulled out of her gaping pussy, his cock still wet and slick with her juices as she stared at it.

Some part of her wanted to feel it inside her again. Only a small part, but enough to think about. It was pleasant, having his cock in her. Very pleasant. He ordered her around quite a bit during the sex, and the commands were pleasant. Better than starving on the streets, better than thinking about the humiliation of this entire situation... better than a whole lot of things... the rest of her tried to strangle that part of her in its cradle, knowing what it would lead to.

"You look nice like this, a big fat load of my cum dripping out of her pussy. Say thank you."

"Thank you, Master," she said, and another tremble of pleasure ran through her body, her legs wobbling at the latest command, a hot pant escaping her throat.

"You're welcome. In fact, I'm so glad that you thanked me, I think I'm going to reward you."

"Are you going to let me go, Master?" She asked, knowing that he wasn't. Just calling him 'Master' sent another tremble of pleasure through her. He just laughed at her - whether at her question or her little Semblance-induced joy - and she felt the tip of his cock press against her asshole. She instinctively clenched. Even if it had turned out that she could handle his cock in her pussy, there was no way she'd be able to take him in her asshole. "Pl-please don't, it's too big, Mas-ahn!" He just rammed his cock unceremoniously inside her, filling her in a heartbeat.

It wasn't painful, that truly surprised her. It was pleasant, her whole body jerking as she felt him fill up her ass in a single swift movement. He was enormous, stretching her out again, but once more, the sensation was only pleasure, not a hint of pain. Her whole body trembled as she got ass-fucked in that position, her arms starting to tremble from the exertion of staying upright for so long. "Fuck, your ass is tight," he grunted, as he fucked her in that position, his balls slapping against her well-used pussy. She had no real ability to respond other than to nod, her whole body seeming on fire with pleasure from getting fucked so much.

He used her in that position for long minutes, and she learned that apparently she was very sensitive to anal sex, because she came over and over again, drool slipping out of her mouth and dribbling down onto the bed beneath her, the occasional command from Lee serving to intensify her ecstasy by throwing in that wonderful pleasure that came from obeying his Semblance. He eventually was kind enough to let her collapse onto her elbows, then down onto her shoulders, her ass presented lewdly in the air as she got fucked into the bed like that. His cooing calling of her a good girl became pleasant background noise, to the pleasure of getting fucked absolutely senseless like that.

She didn't even care when he came in her ass, the thick soupy cum filling her to the brim back there just as it had done to her pussy. She found herself sailing off into heaven when his cock slammed into her pussy again, feeling the pleasure even more the second time than she had the first. Occasionally, he'd ask her a question, and she only didn't answer without commands because it felt better to answer with commands. He seemed to notice as much, because he said, "Answer all my questions immediately, slave."

"Yes, Master," she moaned into the bed, her whole body twisting in place as another rush of ecstasy went through her.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Master," she answered, trembling in pleasure, knowing it was the truth. His Semblance was so powerful, and his cock felt so good, she really had no other options. She really was his slave.

"What will you do for me?"

"Whatever you want, Master," she declared dreamily, pleasure rushing through her body both from answering his question, and from calling him Master, and from the feeling of his hard cock pumping away at her pussy.

"Are you thankful I enslaved you?"

She honestly wasn't sure, at this point, with how fucking good she was feeling. Maybe in the moment her honest answer would have been 'yes,' but when he was done fucking her, when she was allowed a second to think? She could barely imagine that time though. Her honest answer didn't matter, though. He had never told her to be honest with him. "Yes, Master," she answered, and a powerful orgasm rushed through her at that point, everything working together to sent her off to a whole new level of heaven, her thoughts whiting out in ecstacy as she drooled on the bed, her pussy squeezing his dick tighter and tighter, wringing another powerful, cum-gushing orgasm out of his cock inside her wet pussy.

* * *

I was glad for the porn physics add-on that had been part of my new insertion. I was coming geysers and the girl had been genuinely fucked silly from her rape. I didn't have to worry about the problems of ass-to-vag, despite winding up doing it a half-dozen times before Emerald was nothing but a pitifully mewling mess on the bed, her lovely heart-and-roses tramp stamp a lewd pink on her dark skin, silently declaring that she was my slave. Drool pooled near her face, her eyes staring hazily into the middle distance, her dark thighs stained white with copious amounts of my cum, her ass leaking as well, producing a lewd dribbling and smear of cum across her bare flesh.

I laid myself down on the bed after pulling out of her cunt for the last time, just flopping down lazily. I was still hard - it seemed basically impossible for me to be sexually exhausted, in my new body - and I spoke up. "Emerald, suck my cock," I ordered. She shuddered as her body started to move, a sort of limp crawl on the bed, her legs wobbling with each little half-step, until she had managed to flop herself in between my thighs. Her mouth, then, opened wide around the tip of my cock, and she slid down my length.

Whatever minor little booster made it so I could ass-fuck a virgin without lube and she'd just come and come instead of being in pain, also applied to blowjobs, because the hazy-eyed Emerald managed to slurp my entire dick into her mouth, her throat bulging, her eyelashes fluttering. Her lips were pressed down against my base, her nose smushing against my pelvis, and I just grinned down at her, petting her head. "That's a good girl," I told her, enjoying the way her fucked-senseless brain failed to notice even the tiniest hint of patronizing in my voice, instead choosing to happily hum and nod in agreement, proud to receive such praise from her master. "You look so nice with a cock in your throat, your cheeks all hollowed like that as you do your best to suck my dick."

She just hummed around my dick, happy to suck my cock because sucking my cock was what I'd ordered her to do, so it felt good to do it. Her canonical equivalent had an excessively lame backstory, which amounted to "Cinder asked her to join, and she joined," she'd done various crimes, she was kind of a bitch, and her most notable character trait was simping hard for Cinder. But, I didn't really hate her or anything. I'd only acquired her because she was at risk for recruitment by Cinder, and that would have made it a pain in the ass, so I was happy to see that she'd gotten used to being my sex slave pretty quickly.

Which reminded me, I needed to give her some commands. I'd already given Elsa a good few to make sure she wasn't going to be a problem, since she was a regenerating battle maniac who wanted to disembowel basically everyone she ever met. "Do not ever have sex with another man without my explicit, sincerely given permission. Do not ever attempt to cause trouble for me in any way, including by inaction. Do not ever mention, state, or write that I have enslaved you, even if it is in a diary or you are alone. Do not agree to, or do, anything that seems important without my permission or orders. Do not start fights with anyone without my permission or orders."

She just sleepily nodded around my dick, her eyes starting to lid as she choked herself unconscious on my cock. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her up, sending a splatter of saliva out of her mouth as she gasped for air. "Oh, and don't hurt yourself, including by choking yourself unconscious on my cock." She was probably doing it just because she was enjoy the pleasant sensation of obeying my orders, but there was no sense risking anything like that happening in the future. "Back to sucking," I said, as I let go of her hair, and this time she bobbed up and down my cock, moaning softly around it, eyes lidding faintly.

It wasn't quite the same as my first insertion, but it was quite fun, nonetheless. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sloppy, inexperienced, but very enthusiastic blowjob that Emerald was lavishing me with.

Overpowered Isekai CYOA

Base Budget: 70 points

Drawbacks:

Edgy Villain (+10)

Anime Quirks  (+9) - Into NTR and rape; monologuing edgelord villain; swag supreme

Hungry (+5)

Character Gacha (+3) - Rolled for Elsa Granhilte.

Magic Dunce (+5)

Perks:   

New You + (-4) - Faunus discounted for Character Edit, since it's just a social limitation at that point.

World Knowledge+ (-2)

Another World: Remnant (-5)

Random Start: Home (0)

BONUS: Elsa Granhilte (0) - Free bonus from Susie, since this is post-Fairy Tail and also not much of a bonus. From Re:Zero

Waifu: Tyuule (-5) - From GATE.

Powers:   

Slave Crest+ (-14)

Character Edit+ (-13)

Monster Maker (-20)

Consume and Evolve+ (-25)

Sexual Prowess+ (-6)

Swift Learning+ (-8)