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Raven knew that the rest of her team wouldn't believe her.
She'd told them what she'd seen. What she and Leonardo had seen. The Relic of Knowledge didn't lie. It couldn't lie. And while Raven was smart enough to know that just because the Relic had told them that Salem couldn't be killed, it didn't mean they'd ever be free from this war of Ozpin's, either.
And Raven didn't want that. She didn't sign up for a life living in the shadow of a hidden war, or to spend the rest of it having to look over her shoulder.
Raven, especially, didn't want that for her daughter. And while she might have grown to resent Taiyang for refusing to listen to her, she didn't think this was something she wanted her Yang to grow up under. Let Summer have Tai, for all she cared. Raven had never missed the way her best friend had looked at her husband, even before they'd gotten married. And while Raven was ever thankful to Summer for not trying to stir the pot, the red-haired woman hadn't been willing to listen to Raven's news about Salem, either.
So she left half-signed divorce papers and a half-thought note about wanting out of this pointless war of Ozpin's before she'd taken Yang and left.
At first she'd considered heading back to the tribe of her childhood. It was out of the way enough, and it let her hide from everyone as long as she didn't cause enough of a fuss for people to look too closely.
Sure, she didn't really want to raise Yang in that environment. While Raven appreciated what the strife of her childhood had given her, sheltering her daughter from what had been one of them.
Besides… Just because it'd be easier to hide in the tribe didn't mean it was completely safe.
There was only one place Raven knew that would give her that. One place that would spare her from the prying eyes of Ozpin and Salem, both. Someone with an offer of help that had been given to both her and Leonardo - an offer Raven knew Leonardo had already taken even if she didn't know what it was.
~TtT~
She'd first come here years ago.
It had been on Ozpin's orders, then. A case where a message needed delivering and the flight back couldn't have been afforded. Raven couldn't recall exactly why she needed to get back so quickly anymore. It might have been an attack, or it might have been a rescue. What Raven did remember was how urgent it was that the message was passed on.
A house had been out in the wilderness. An unfamiliar mountain range almost entirely untouched by the kingdom's developments. It wasn't even a town. No, it was a single property nestled in a little plateau with a stone courtyard and all the amenities of home. A little paradise in the crisp mountain air.
That was where she met him.
Jaune Arc had been a contact of the Old Man. An important one from what Raven had been asked to do.
He'd read the message in silence. Another surprise: Ozpin's message was a piece of paper. Part of her had wished she'd questioned him back then enough to open it and read it herself, but instead she'd opted to ask him what it was about.
All she'd gotten from him was a knowing smile, "You can tell him that I'll take care of it. He's a smart man. He'll understand."
Raven had been too in a hurry back then, almost immediately reaching out to tear a portal into the air between them when he gestured for her to stop.
He'd not said anything for a few moments. Blue eyes studying her closely enough that Raven felt uncomfortable, a warmth suffusing her cheeks that she'd been glad he'd never mentioned - not that she'd ever admit to it to anyone. It was with an intensity that she hadn't even gotten from Tai, and that had been during the height of his crushing on her.
Afterwards he'd just let her go. He had a lopsided grin before she'd turned away, and Raven had felt his gaze against the back of her neck even after the portal had closed. She'd felt it all the way to the end of the mission and as she'd turned in for the night.
Her life went on after that. Missions, marriage. Yang.
Every now and then, she'd remember the look he'd given her. Remember those ultramarine eyes studying every inch of her like she was something fascinating. It felt both objectifying and not. Raven couldn't tell which or if it was neither or both.
But it haunted her. In the dark nights where either she'd be on her own because Tai was on a mission or she'd be - at least before her pregnancy had developed far enough that she couldn't really do much besides sit at home. Ravens would remember how that stranger looked at her like she was the only thing in the world.
No news about him came from Ozpin or the others in those years. Though it sounded like the rest of team STRQ had been kept in the dark about the man in the mountains. And for reasons Raven wasn't entirely sure for, she'd not volunteered any information on him, either. She'd told Summer about where she'd gone and who she'd met, but nothing else.
Until the Relic. Until she and Leonardo had sought answers and found something that had broken them.
And as the doors of the vault closed behind them, they were met with a pair of faintly-glowing ultramarine eyes.
~TtT~
"You're up early."
Her daughter jumped at the sound of her voice. Golden hair catching the early morning sun as her back went ramrod straight so quickly that Raven could have sworn she'd heard Yang's spine crack.
The years had been kind to her daughter. Thirteen years since she'd been born and twelve since Raven had taken her to their new home, she'd ripened into a beautiful young woman. With hair as lush and wild as Raven's own with sun-kissed skin and blonde hair that created a lovely contrast.
Her developing muscles caught the light, glowing lines that slashed across the flat and glowing flesh. She could see it easily through her daughter's tank-top, and even see the promise of it from her jogger-clad legs.
Though nothing could hide her quickly-developing bust. Large for her age even though it might not yet come any close to Raven's own. Her daughter would be a heartbreaker one day if she wasn't already.
"It's a weekend."
She turned slowly. She'd been at the doorstep, her running shoes half-tied whens he'd been bent over. Lavender eyes looked at her. Wide, nervous. Afraid.
Raven licked her lips even as she felt a swell of affection for her daughter. Raven understood. Raven had been there before.
"I… I wanted some air."
"Good morning girls."
Yang froze as Jaune walked into the kitchen. The girl's gaze turned from her mother to the approaching man. She didn't move though. She didn't bend down to try and tie her shoelaces so she could run out into the mountainside.
There wasn't anywhere for her to run. This far out from civilization, braving the wilds was little more than a death sentence. Yang knew that. She'd already tried running before. It's one of the reasons why Raven had grown to love this place. It was quiet, isolated from the rest of the world.
Safe.
Jaune had only asked for one thing from her when he gave her his offer of asylum.
He was beside Yang a moment later, that same familiar, lopsided smirk that Raven remembered from years ago. A pained yelp filled the kitchen as Yang was shoved against the doorframe and lifted off the ground, Jaune gripping her by the nape of her neck in a practiced move.
"J-Jaune!"
"Don't speak to your father like that," Raven chided reflexively. All these years and her daughter still didn't respect her step-father, "He's keeping you safe."
This was an old song and dance now. Yang had whispered many times under her breath that Jaune wasn't her father. Sometimes Raven caught it, sometimes Raven wondered if her daughter cared if she was heard at all. Besides, Yang looked enough like Jaune that she would have been able to pass as his in truth. Something Raven had wished had been the case more than once since she'd become his wife.
But this time Yang didn't have a snarky remark for her. Instead, it was a gasp and a suppressed wail of terror as Jaune pressed her against the wall.
Arms flailed, legs kicked about in the air. Her daughter swung at her step-father though Jaune didn't particularly seem to care.
"No! No!" Yang cried, voice breaking, "This… This isn't right!"
There was a beautiful futility in watching her daughter fight against the inevitable. Even this early in the day, it reminded Raven of herself. The same futility she'd felt after learning the truth of the war, of her friends' stubbornness even after she'd told them the truth.
Terrified lavender eyes looked over Jaune's shoulder to her. They glistened with unshed tears, and her daughter's mouth opened to say more.
But Yang didn't say anything, instead closing her eyes and swallowing what must have been a lump in her throat. Acceptance.
Good.
Jaune had used his free hand to pull down Yang's joggers. Her underwear followed soon after. But it had been Raven to pull them off her daughter's ankles, and it had been Raven that had pulled down Jaune's pants.
His length throbbed in her grip. Girthy enough that she couldn't wrap a hand around it, and large enough that even Raven let loose an involuntary whimper.
This wasn't anything new, however, and as she lined the head of her husband's cock with her daughter's already-dripping entrance Raven felt her empty core tighten.
"All that fighting back," She whispered into Yang's ear as she teased her daughter's sodden entrance with her step-father's glans, "And you're positively dripping."
Yang sobbed.
Jaune had offered both of them safety. Exemption from any retaliation from Salem and any further attempts at contact from Ozpin and his cronies.
His price? Them.
A price that Jaune now took with gusto as he lowered her daughter unto his length. His too-big cock pressed its way into her young hole as her husband used her daughter's weight against her.
"Please…" Her little girl whispered, tears running down her cheeks now even as she kept eyes clenched shut. A moan burst from her mouth. A sob quickly followed. Her face flushed, shame clear on her daughter's face.
Deeper and deeper Jaune went. Raven could easily see how far he'd gone from the noticeable bump that crept its way upward from Yang's entrance. Her flat belly tenting from her father's cock.
Tight. That was the best way to describe her daughter. Where Raven had been all curves and mature appeal, little Yang was a lithe girl that had barely started her growth spurt. Her holes were small and gripped her father like a vice. Something he'd been more than happy to compliment Yang on during their first time together a few years ago.
Raven had held her daughter down, folded her in half with sun-kissed legs pressed to the sides of Yang's blonde head while Jaune towered over the both of them. His cock had taken her daughter's virginity.
Yang screamed all the while. She'd begged then as she did now. She'd turned to her mother for help. Flailing hands reaching out for Raven's wrists and holding on for dear life as Jaune plundered her for the first time.
She'd cum, then. Her little girl's first orgasm coming to her in the throes of terror as she was fucked by her step-father and held in place by her mother.
And then he fucked her. Again and again and again. Until Yang's grip of Raven had turned slack and her daughter had been reduced to a quivering pile of flesh.
Then he'd dragged Raven down and fucked her atop her insensate daughter for good measure.
This was their life. The price for safety paid in the pleasures of the flesh and a life spent orbiting around one man that offered them everything. He'd allowed Yang to attend school, too, provided she remained in the purview of Leonardo who'd also entered Jaune's service after the events of the vault. Vacuo was now completely independent of Ozpin's control. Out of Salem's reach, too.
Her daughter had tried to run while there, one time. Only to learn that her being allowed into the kingdoms didn't mean she was allowed to leave. She'd learned that lesson the hard way when her mother's portal opened and yanked her right back into her parents' bedroom.
Yang had remained bound to their bed for days afterwards.
So what little resistance her dear daughter still put up was performative. Or stubbornness. Not that it mattered much to Raven as long as her daughter remained safe from Ozpin's war and the consequences thereof.
Idly, Raven reached out and pressed her fingers against the bulge in Yang's belly. Her daughter gasped at the feeling of being pressed on from inside and out. Her legs quivered, and Raven didn't miss the glistening river that seeped down the inside of her thighs and to her toes. Yang's arousal dripped to the floor.
The mother followed every inch of her husband's progress. Her palm moved up her daughter's belly as the bulge progressed until she was sure that the head of Jaune's cock sat flush against the entrance to Yang's womb. Something she was able to guess when her daughter whimpered and her lost hands grabbed unto Raven's arm for some leverage.
It was so hot, Raven thought. Her daughter suspended over the ground with Jaune's hand holding her by the scruff of her neck while her legs hung limply. Only Jaune's cock supported her from below. Helpless to whatever that cock was about to do to her.
A cock that still wasn't entirely in.
Something Raven knew her husband was going to rectify.
"I can feel him inside you, dear," Her voice dripped honey as she whispered into her daughter's ear, her free yanking her daughter's hold of her wrist away to leave her floating vulnerably in the sea of pleasure and shame, "But he's not all the way in yet."
Jaune began to push Yang downward. The bulge advanced, further up than anything Raven would have considered reasonable if she hadn't become so accustomed to having her insides rearranged by her husband's cock.
Though the experience didn't seem to make things any better for her daughter as she felt the girl begin to squirm above her.
She reached back, grabbed at the hand pushing her down while her other hand tried for Raven. Yang resisted, Yang fought. A fighter even when all she needed to do was surrender. Surrender as Raven did.
"No!" The girl wailed, eyes snapping open. Her legs tried to push against her father's, to push herself off him or to just keep him from going all the way in. But it wouldn't be enough. Jaune's legs were like tree-trunks in how they held against Yang's attempts. "Too big! Too much! Please!"
He was inevitable.
Raven felt Jaune piercing through to Yang's womb, felt the surrender of her daughter's cervix and the sudden advancing of his length as it not only pushed up but outward. The bulge dragged all the way up to just below her navel.
Yang was silent. Eyes rolled back into their sockets while her mouth hung agape, almost foaming.
But Raven wasn't blind. She could feel her daughter's insides clamping, felt the muscles of her belly tighten and flutter as she came from Jaune's penetration. Girlcum fell like a river from sundered pussy, covering Jaune's balls as her arms and legs went completely limp.
Jaune fucked her like that. His hand moved from the nape of her neck to her hair, fingers twining around golden, sweat-soaked strands.
Her daughter's back arched forward, held only by her hair like they were the reins of a horse. Cock ripping through her insides, she jolted with each of Jaune's strokes. Limbs swung to and fro as he fucked her body and mind both.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She couldn't speak anymore. Only her moans filled the air while the sounds of her young ass slapping against Jaune's thighs filled the kitchen, joining his grunts to make a chorus of a father fucking his daughter while the mother watched on. Still, Raven could see and feel what was happening to her daughter. She could see the deluge of cunt-syrup, and feel her body cramping around Jaune's cock.
"Tight little thing…" Jaune groaned, stepping forward so more of Yang was being pushed against her mother, "I… Hmmm… never gets old fucking this little toy, Raven," She felt him twitch inside Yang's fucktunnel, seeming to grow larger as he pulled his full length from her daughter's insides before driving himself back to the end, "I can feel you. Feel you through her."
Raven stroked him. Moved her hand up and down against the bow his cock made as it curved into Yang's battered womb. Jerking him off as he fucked her daughter. A masturbatory use of the fuckhole that was Yang.
Absently, Raven rubbed her slick thighs together and planted a kiss against her daughter's sweaty forehead, "You love this, don't you?"
Yang didn't answer. Couldn't answer.
Her daughter was a hole. A sex toy for her husband when she was like this, and Raven's only concern was making sure that he enjoyed himself. He'd paid for them, after all.
When Jaune was finally finished with his morning fuck, when he'd finally cum his load into the girl, he'd pulled himself out Yang's too-tight hole. Raven saw bright pink as Yang's insides threatened to come out, still clinging to Jaune's girth.
Almot, but not quite.
Perhaps it was her youth, or perhaps it was her aura, but no prolapse occurred.
Still, Raven felt her insides squirm at the idea. Pink fuckflesh exposed, a hole that promised pleasure and one she could actually wrap her hand around to jerk her husband off with. A real cocksleave.
One day, she hoped. One day.
"Raven," Jaune calle, a pleased lilt in his voice as he let Yang fall into the puddle of fluids she'd made and his other hand took hold of Raven's hair, "Time for your breakfast,"
His cock dripped. Yang's juices, his cum.
Without thinking, Raven got down to her knees. Jaune was kind enough to feed her even before she'd finished his breakfast.
It hurt, sometimes, sure. And she knew that both she and her daughter spent more time on their backs than on their feet when they were home. But it was a safe life. One where Jaune was the only person they needed to please, the only person they really had to concern themselves with.
Jaune made sure they were always fed, he made sure every other concern was addressed. All he needed from them were their holes and their obedience.
And in Yang's case, he didn't even need that. Her husband was more than happy to force himself on their daughter to take his pleasures, perhaps even enjoying the act of doing so. Of forcing the spirited girl to submit to him.
She'd had her doubts when he'd asked for Yang. After he'd whispered the promise of her daughter joining them in their bed after he'd spent several days destroying Raven's every hole and leaving her unable to do anything but twitch as she came her brains out.
But then she'd heard about Summer's death, about Tai being left with only another young girl that he'd fathered and Raven's useless lout of a brother to raise the girl with, she'd become much more sure.
And then she'd heard that Tai, too, had died. More recently this time. Leaving Summer's daughter all alone. A silver-eyed warrior in an ongoing war from which there was no victory.
Yes, this was the right choice, Raven thought as she touched her cum-filled tummy and went about making Jaune's breakfast. She smiled fondly as she saw her man take his seat at the dining table after dragging Yang with him, forcing her slack mouth down his length to keep himself stimulated while he waited for his meal.
Her daughter's waking scream was stifled by the pound of cockmeat shoved down her throat. It'd be followed by Yang's own breakfast when Jaune came straight down her gullet.
Shaking her head, Raven leaned down and kissed her husband before going back to work.
It was the weekend, and the three of them would be spending all of it together. Jaune would need his energy.