Chapter-60

His scream echoed through the cavernous room, his terror clear as it bounced off the concrete walls and carried down several connecting tunnels. Desperate eyes darted around as his muscles flexed against the oily black substance that restrained him. Wherever he was, it was dark but there was still some light; a vivid red that emanated from several oddly shaped pods, affixed to the walls by the same black substance that enveloped him. Confusion bled through his brain, his sudden awakening leaving him sluggish. It took several moments to gather his wits, and even then several more before he understood the seriousness of his situation.

He'd been taken.

By what?

He had a pretty good idea.

Jaune strained against the black substance but it refused to budge. Calling upon his semblance, he realized with some shock that his aura refused to surface. Since awakening his aura in the Emerald Forest all those years ago, he could count on one hand the times he'd felt his aura break and deplete utterly.

He continued to struggle but it was futile. Whatever this vile Grimm secretion was, it was strong. It held a strange texture; oily, slick, but soft against any exposed skin, and warm. It radiated warmth, keeping him shielded from the chill that permeated the concrete of the pillar he was bound to. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw that he was elevated several feet off the ground, and the more he saw of the room, the more his stomach twisted in dread.

It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

Pulsing Grimm flesh stretched across the floor and crawled up the walls like vines, grasping at anything within reach. Even the ceiling was covered in the black substance, tendrils twisting together around those strange red pods that were his only source of light.

Jaune blinked, staring at the closest pod with a growing sense of horror.

Were those… people?

Now that his mind had cleared, he saw something dark within each one. They were vaguely humanoid in shape, trapped within what appeared to be a thick, gelatinous liquid, but he could not make out any other features beyond their outline. It was more than enough, though.

"What…" he uttered desperately. "What is going on?"

Had they been taken, just like him? Residents of Mantle, stolen away without anyone the wiser? Was this some type of feeding chamber where she kept her food? Jaune knew that certain Grimm liked to bring their prey back to a central location almost like a nest but he never thought that she hunted in this way. Something didn't seem right about this… something felt wrong…

He renewed his struggles, grimacing as his shoulders screamed in protest. He pulled and pulled, and pulled until he felt the threat of dislocation, and only then did he relent, panting breathlessly. He needed to escape, he needed to warn the General. They wouldn't find her because she had already penetrated their defenses, had slipped into the city – when? How long had she been here?

Weeks? Months? Since she'd taken him in that mine?

Something scuffed against the concrete floor and Jaune tensed, head whipping around rapidly. At first he saw nothing, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest – but then a shadow moved, slinking towards him with a sensual gait and he knew…

It was her.

Jaune felt his mouth go dry as her face dipped into the light, her pale, alabaster skin shimmering as if wet with blood beneath the dim red issuing from the pods. Long snow white hair flowed across her shoulders like a river of silk, tumbling down, down, down around her slender waist and wide womanly hips.

She moved gracefully, just as he remembered, almost gliding across the floor, her firm breasts bouncing lightly with each step, the perky tips shaking. Everything about her was perfect ; from the way she moved with effortless sensuality, from the unnatural, flawless dimensions of a body built to seduce, entrap and devour. She was sex personified, and his body reacted without thought, his cock swelling. Her skin was smooth and without blemish, mapped beneath by those terrible black veins; no, that was true no longer.

Settled between her breasts, low in her cleavage – a wound, a scar. The skin was raised, marred, a thin vertical line where Crocea Mors had plunged through her body. It should have been a fatal blow. On a normal person, it would have been.

But she was not a person, nor was she normal.

That haunting face both beautiful and terrifying, cheeks sharp and mouth filled with razor sharp teeth smiled at him in a mockery of happiness, as if she were an old friend that hadn't seen him in many moons. His heart pounded faster as she approached, walking upon a staircase of twisted Grimm tendrils until she stood level before him in all her magnificent, horrible splendor.

The Temptation.

He could feel the pressure, his desire building. Just laying eyes on her body had inflamed him but he fought it. He fought it with every fiber of his being, straining against his bonds until his muscles threatened to tear.

" Darling ," she whispered in that voice of hers, both human and not . Alluring, captivating but also threatening, dangerous. It wormed into his ears and made his brain tremble. "Welcome back."

Her hand cupped his cheek, clawed nails resting gently against his skin; a warning. That familiar scent filled his nose, dripping with sweetness. Jaune swallowed a gasp as he drowned in her fragrance, clogging his throat.

"Are you not happy to see me?" she cooed. "You've been so busy since last we met."

Those burning crimson eyes leaned closer until they were nose to nose. He couldn't pull away, couldn't even force his eyes closed as she smirked, her long, unnatural tongue darting out to lick at her plush lips.

"Mm," she hummed, sniffing him, nuzzling his nose with her own before leaning further in, inhaling his scent around his neck. His pulse hammered against her lips as she rested them against his skin. His cock was instant steel, beyond hard; so stiff it hurt . It throbbed in agony, begging for relief. " Yesss – so busy. You've feasted, haven't you – husband . Feasted well."

It took his brain a few moments to comprehend what she'd just said.

"What?" he gasped.

Husband…?

She giggled. The sound was both arousing and filled him with horror, with dread.

"You feast still," she teased lightly – but then her voice darkened, her claws pressing against his skin until blood flowed in small pinpricks. It trickled down his cheek and down his neck, itchy, warm. "But you keep it all for yourself. What happened?"

When she leaned away, her expression was violent. One wrong move, one wrong word and Jaune feared his throat would open in a geyser of blood. He felt like a mouse stuck in a trap, only it hadn't quite sprung. His life was still his; for the moment. Something that could change in a matter of seconds.

She waited for him, expectantly. He thought about lying, denying it – but the thought evaporated as quickly as it came. He felt compelled to tell her the truth.

It was only two words, but they were more than enough. "Silver eyes."

It was subtle and if he hadn't been face to face with her, watching her intently, he would have missed it. A small shift in her expression, her cheeks tightening as her jaw clenched, the red of her eyes flaring briefly before settling. Rage – but also buried was a spark of fear.

"Abomination," she hissed. "Cursed soul. Sheep without a master."

Jaune thought that was a bit rich, coming from a creature such as her but he didn't dare voice it. She considered him, head tilted just so. It was almost a cute gesture, so very human that it made his skin crawl with both revulsion and desire.

"No matter," she finally said, voice low. "They are almost ready."

Jaune frowned and found his courage. "What are you talking about? What is almost ready?"

"Our children, of course," she leaned back. "You've done well to nourish them, husband. They've grown so fast . Beyond even my expectations."

Children…? She couldn't mean…

But no, she didn't. It was both worse and not. Waving a hand, the red pods lit up, casting their ominous glow across the room. They brightened until the room was bathed in their light, revealing their well kept secrets.

Jaune felt his heart freeze in his chest.

There were people inside each pod – and not. Just as she was not a person, these creatures were Grimm, no matter their appearance otherwise. Familiar faces, every single one of them, eyes closed in slumber.

"What…" he uttered, the shock of it rendering him speechless.

The pod nearest to him contained a small humanoid Grimm with a slender, petite body. It was completely nude, her budding breasts capped with dark, puffy nipples, the tips inverted and inviting. Her face was young, cute, almost innocent in appearance if not for the jagged horns that protruded from her head, stretching the skin tightly. One was longer than the other, almost as if the second one had not developed fully. Between her legs there was no slit, only bare skin, her mound flat and smooth. Like the Temptation, its skin was purest white, almost translucent. Black veins spread beneath like grasping fingers, pulsing and writhing, and Jaune knew if it were to open its eyes, they would be blood red and filled with malice.

It looked like Ruby.

It was Ruby. Despite the differences, Jaune would never mistake her face. A little younger, perhaps; Ruby at fourteen? Not fully grown but soon to be, on the cusp of womanhood. Her hair was even similar; white but with reddened tips. Red like blood.

Impossible…

The next pod contained a larger specimen, taller and more broad with a slender waist and long, tumbling hair. Their chest was larger, rounder, more developed but still not quite complete; growing. Her hands were adorned with wicked claws, fingers long and powerful, easily capable of rending flesh. A brief glimpse over her shoulders showed spines protruding from her back following the curve of her spine, and she too had an all too familiar face. Again, a little younger but unmistakable to his eyes.

Yang.

There was a Grimm with feline ears, their size and shape exaggerated, sharper almost. Her lithe body was stretched gracefully, her form was all slender muscle and shape. Her face was the most different, mouth stretching wider than was human or faunus, jawline sharp, cheeks high. Both beautiful and terrible, the most like the Temptation in appearance but still easily recognizable to him, young as she was.

Blake.

Across from him was a vision of beauty and terror. Hair; so much hair, white and long, curling around her slim, athletic body, long enough to touch the ground if she were standing. She appeared the youngest of them because of her small stature and immature chest, her breasts small and perky with much growth still ahead of her. A single, long horn jutted out from her forehead; sharp, deadly. Weaved within her hair were long, scaled, serpentine appendages; snakes, in truth – mini King Taijitsu.

Weiss.

And more; a woman with a long tail and claws, fangs protruding from a closed mouth – Neon.

A small, slender thing with curling ram horns, thick and rugged – Fiona.

And finally what appeared the oldest of them all, the most developed. Jaune stared. This one seemed a little different from the others and more terrifying for it. Other than the bone white skin, snow white hair and black veins, this one could be mistaken for human. Even her face was the most human-like, holding none of the vile beauty of the Temptation but the softer, sensual beauty of the one it copied.

Cerise.

"What have you done…?" he finally managed.

The Temptation laughed, high and terrible.

"What have we done," she corrected, her eyes alight with pleasure. "Our children, dear – are you not happy?"

These weren't his children. His children were growing in the wombs of the women he cared for, the women he had slept with. These were abominations, grotesque mockeries of them. They were monsters, and their existence was an affront to the natural order. Grimm did not breed. This was wrong .

How had this happened?

"No," Jaune renewed his fruitless struggles. "No!"

He froze as she leaned back in, her lips ghosting across his cheek where she'd split his skin. He couldn't help the shivering ecstasy that shot up his spine, nor the way his cock flexed in delight at the feeling of her tongue licking up his blood. The texture was rough but not unpleasant, different. Jaw clenched, he stifled the moan that threatened to escape as his balls tightened in delight.

"They are ours," she whispered in his ear, the hair on his neck standing on end. "Our children. I gave birth to them and you nurtured them, feeding them with the energy they needed to grow. All that lust, all that love," the last word was said with a sardonic lilt. "All those women you had your way with. Did you enjoy it, husband? Tasting their desire, feasting on their lust? The way they prostrated themselves before you, eager for you to ravage them, to sup on them until you were filled to bursting? I expected you to rampage, to take even more women – but you didn't. Did you resist the call? No matter. Our children are stronger for it. Look how quickly they flourished."

Is this what everything had been for? That rush of energy he got after having sex? Was it all for this? Had he been feeding them all this time? Was that even possible ?

The parasites , it clicked in his mind. He'd fed the parasites, and they'd given the energy to these… creatures. Even over distance, they'd fed on the sexual energy he had produced every time he fucked and they'd grown. He knew now that the Temptation had been here all along. She had slipped into the city undetected soon after claiming him and had created this nest, protecting these spawn while Mantle above heaved and almost collapsed.

Ruby had interrupted the process by killing them with her eyes.

But not soon enough, it seemed.

"Just a little more is needed," the Temptation cooed and suddenly, the black Grimm flesh that surrounded him loosened, if only slightly. The front of his restraints peeled away and when she cupped his erection, he almost thrust against her hand in bliss.

He felt so sensitive, his skin tingling. She tore open his jeans without hesitation, his underwear tearing away soon after, freeing his cock. It bobbed eagerly, the tip oozing pre-cum in preparation.

"Stop," he snarled but it was no use. Even though his prison had loosened, he still couldn't free himself. Crocea Mors was still belted to his hip but he couldn't reach it. "Get away from me!"

When her bare hand encircled his cock, he hissed through gritted teeth. Just a simple touch and his nerves flared with pleasure, his length pulsing. Thick pre-cum leaked onto her white skin, and her smile was both sensual and wicked.

"A little more," she repeated – and then her hot, wet mouth was around his glans.

Jaune threw his head back, body taut as she sucked. It had nothing to do with skill, even though she was peerless in that regard. No, it was more than sexual ability. Magic poured off her in waves, almost visible to the naked eye. The air churned and rapture flowed through his body, his cock swelling even more. Hotter than even Yang's mouth, her saliva burned pleasure into his length. He couldn't stop the groan of ecstasy that passed his lips, his hips pressing forward unconsciously as her long, unnatural tongue wrapped around his shaft like a fist.

"Stop," he managed to gasp out but she would not. Her tongue stroked him up and down, pumping his cock inside her mouth as she slurped vigorously. The rough texture, the strength of its movements, the vacuum suction – it was too much.

The Temptation pressed her face against his pelvis, nose buried against his skin as she swallowed him to the base without effort. His crown caught in her throat, trapped as it contracted around him, writhing in a way unlike anything he had ever felt. She didn't need to breathe and so held him there as her tongue got to work, touching him everywhere . Even his balls weren't safe, her powerful tongue slipping through the seam of her stuffed lips and grasping at his testicles, constricting them and squeezing until he saw stars.

She was going to wring him dry and he couldn't stop it. His climax built quickly, his abs tensing as that familiar knot tightened in the base of his dick. She moaned around him and he felt it along every inch of his cock, and in his balls, his cum churning with a desire to shoot.

It got its wish.

Something tickled the very tip of his cock, buried down her throat. It swiped his urethra once, twice, thrice – and then latched on like a small mouth. The pleasure was so sharp he momentarily blacked out, his mouth falling open in bliss – and then he was shooting, his cock flexing wildly as cum rocketed up his shaft in heaving blasts. It gushed into her mouth like a river, coaxed from his pounding balls. She sucked and slurped, her rough tongue milking him expertly as he unloaded his lust into her stomach.

By the time his shaft stopped jerking in orgasm, his body was trembling out of control. She continued to suck and slurp at him, his gasps of pleasure almost on the verge of pain. His hypersensitive crown screamed for relief.

Finally, her tongue released his aching nuts and retreated into her mouth, unwinding from around his cock as she pulled back, her throat loosening its hold. Jaune grit his teeth as she gave his tip one final messy suck before letting him fall from between her lips, his cock visibly pulsing in the cold air as she leaned away.

The Temptation hummed happily, her lips smacking as she grinned at him cruelly.

"So thick ," she whispered, her voice dark. "So potent . I knew I chose right. The moment I saw you, I knew ."

His restraints fell away entirely and suddenly he was falling. Jaune grunted, expecting the harsh impact of frosted concrete but moments before he hit the ground, a pair of arms enveloped him in a warm embrace. Lush breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples digging into his skin as she cradled him like a lover.

"We aren't done," she hissed, setting him down on a bed of Grimm flesh. His hand darted for his sword, grasping the hilt tightly but several tendrils grabbed his arms and legs, restraining him once more. She tsked, shaking her head as if reprimanding an unruly child. "Not this time, husband. That is not what I want inside me," she grabbed his still hard erection, stroking it almost gently. "Only this. Always this."

She tore away the rest of his clothes and tossed Crocea Mors aside. It clattered against the ground, beyond his reach. Jaune tried to fight it but his body felt unresponsive, even though his mind rebelled with everything it had.

She had him – and there was no escape.

"This time, you will put it all here," she traced her navel with a single sharp nail, circling the area where her womb would be if she were human or faunus. "We shall nourish our young and see them be born into this world."

Jaune watched as she mounted him, her wonderful thighs spread either side of his hips. Her smooth mound split open, the flesh peeling away as fleshy tendrils grasped at his cock, pulling it upright until it pointed straight at her opening, the heat scorching. Lowing her hips, Jaune groaned as her perfect body took him inside, her ribbed folds filling him with unrelenting pleasure. She moaned sensually as she buried him to the hilt, taking his entire cock to the base.

"That's it," she cooed, biting her lip until it split. Dark blood spilled down her chin and dripped onto his chest. "Fill me with your seed once more."

Jaune groaned again as she began to move, rowing back and forth, her slick tunnel contracting around him with each movement. She was tight , almost to the point of pain, those tendrils skittering over his sensitive flesh. She moved with purpose; to milk his balls until they were empty, as try as he might, his body responded to her touch.

Time lost all meaning as she grinded something rough and firm against the tip, her voice dark with desire. She rode him slow and then fast, gasping as he filled her with his second cum shot in a vicious blast that rendered him senseless. Something slick coiled inside his cock, sucking the cum straight from his balls. When he was done cumming inside her, she rode him again, his sperm leaking from her stuffed slit, frothing and mixing with her own arousal. Their flesh slapped loudly, lewdly, filling the room with the sounds of their fucking.

"Get off me," he growled, even as his hips met her each time she descended upon him. The Temptation panted roughly as she smiled a terrible smile, all teeth and fangs, her expression one of debauched pleasure.

"Not enough," she crooned, working her hips side to side. Jaune felt the vice grip of her pussy wring him out, tugging his cock aggressively. Her unique anatomy could do things other women couldn't do, and the pressure of her magic filled him with an impossible, insatiable lust. "I need more . We need more~!"

Clawed hands raked down his bare chest, not hard enough to rend but enough to raise red welts. Plap, plap, plap, plap – their hips clapped together with increasing strength, her thick, syrupy discharge stretching between them in long, viscous strands. Jaune saw the way his cock cleaved into her, long and proud, swallowed by her writhing quim as she rode him from root to tip. It was pure, animalistic breeding – beyond sex, beyond fucking; it was mating, pure and simple. Instinctive desire, each movement for one purpose only – to draw the hot semen from his balls, to be inseminated, and to give life to these creatures that surrounded them.

When he cum again, his balls pounded in agony. His cock flexed so hard, he thought it would burst. Volley after volley of potent seed flowed into her with heaving gushes, the Temptation trembling, her voice high with pleasure as she moaned. When he shot for the fourth time, his glans burned as if on fire, and he nearly passed out as her tongue slipped into his mouth, plundering and domineering until he couldn't breathe. His stomach cramped on the fifth, and on the sixth he thought his cock was about to fall off, his taint rock hard and filled with spasms. And yet each time, he delivered a fat, impossible load, firing inside her endlessly until the excess couldn't fit inside her, leaking all over his pelvis in a molten, velvety mess.

All the while, her beautiful body swayed and bounced upon him, taking everything he had, her voice singing as she stripped him of his seed. Her body seized in imitation of orgasm, breasts bouncing, nipples hard as her abdominals visibly clenched alongside her scorching pussy.

The pods glowed ever brighter after each one until they were miniature suns, the red color fading and becoming clear. Much like he had feasted on the girl's lust with sex, she was doing the same to him. When he unloaded for a seventh and final time, he thought he was going to die, his body screaming.

When she pulled off him, he groaned. His cock slapped against his belly, pounding – still hard, how was that even possible? Veins bulging, throbbing, the skin of his shaft was red, flushed with blood, the glans violently purple and swollen. She'd fucked it until its breaking point, and yet it still yearned for more. Why did it yearn for more?

"There," she said, sounding pleased; satisfied. "That should be enough."

Tendrils crawled from within her sodden slit, siphoning up any of his discharge that wasn't inside her before curling back inside, her vagina sealing itself closed until only smooth, blemish free skin remained. Jaune watched with hazy, fuck drunk eyes as she caressed her own body, cupping her belly before squeezing her breasts, her face the picture of ecstasy. Tweaking her nipples, she sighed as the black veins beneath her skin darkened.

She was a vision of terrible beauty, of horror, of sensuality. The contradictions only made her more magnificent and hideous, a being of desire and fear.

"I feel it," she uttered, face upturned. "Mm, as usual – you exceed my expectations. I look forward to our life together, husband. We will spread across this world like a plague, you and I. Our children will feast, and Mother will be pleased. I – her greatest creation – will deliver to her everything she so desperately desires."

"Salem," he hissed.

The Temptation looked down at him. "Yes. Mother wishes to die, and so we shall grant her wish."

Jaune froze. "What?"

"Cursed by the Gods," she said softly. "Such magic can only be undone by them, or their magic."

It took his addled brain a few moments to process her words, and divine their meaning. "The Relics."

She laughed, and for once it sounded disturbingly human. Clear and pure.

"Hidden away, protected by Ozma – sealed behind the power of the Maiden's," she extended her arms, as if to embrace something he could not see. Jaune was surprised. She knew more than he expected. How many Grimm knew the truth of Salem? How many Grimm existed that could understand it? "Young women chosen at random. When the world is inhabited by our children, and our children alone – those powers will fall into our hands, and the Relic's with them."

This woman – this creature was insane.

"Mother doesn't know," she whispered, like she was sharing a great secret with him. "But Mother will be pleased. When the Gods see our children in all their splendor, they will smite this world and end us. A blending of their greatest creations, an affront to their fragile egos. We are better than anything they created. They cannot accept it."

She then paused before shrugging her shoulders, her bountiful breasts jiggling.

"Or perhaps not," her voice dropped, becoming even; emotionless. "Perhaps we shall rule. How does that sound, husband? You could have any daughter you wished," she gestured at the pods, now filled with clear liquid, and if he wasn't mistaken – they seemed to be growing in front of his eyes, their bodies aging. "To love, to fuck – to breed. You are fond of your conquests, yes? Our children will be better in every way ."

She really was mad. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting but this… she was Grimm, inhuman, with no soul – but somehow, he had been expecting reason alongside her intelligence. There was no reason here. Insanity.

"You would go against her?" he asked.

Was it possible?

She laughed, again more human than before.

"Would that be against her wishes? Only Mother would know. Perhaps we should ask her?"

Jaune felt a growing horror rise within him.

"It has been so long since I visited. She will be pleased with what we've done together, husband. Very pleased."

The Grimm flesh shifted and suddenly he was being hauled upright. His still hard cock bounced, pointing straight at her and when her eyes dipped down and saw it, she smirked.

"I have not satisfied you," her eyes met his. "I must remedy this."

"No, wait," he couldn't take anymore. No matter how his lust yearned for it. "Stop."

She shook her head, that wonderful white hair shifting across her skin. "Do not be afraid. I know you can handle it."

She approached and just when she was about to take him in hand once more, the room trembled. An echoing blast rushed in from one of the connecting tunnels, the sound of cracking concrete reverberating in their ears. A plum of dust billowed in as a sudden influx of air filled the void, the Temptation backing off as her eyes flared a deep crimson red.

Jaune heard the sound of rocket boosters before from within the cloud of dust, a streak of green appeared. The Temptation moved to intercept, a vicious howl passing her lips as Penny Polendina slammed into her with the force of a small meteorite. They flew across the room and slammed into one of the supporting pillars. It cracked from the impact, and the Temptation screeched as clawed hands attempted to rend flesh, only to be punched in the face, her head rocking back under the tremendous force.

"Friend Jaune," Penny called out in greeting, her eyes blazing with green light. "I am here to save you!"

And she wasn't alone – Team RWBY appeared from the tunnel in a whirl of rose petals, Ruby leading the charge.