Ruby III
Working with Corwyn was fun. Working with weapons with basically anyone with a grasp on the art was fun!
However, working with Corwyn on weapons was entirely different.
He'd admitted to her early in the process that he didn't exactly do Mechashift.
Made his head hurt.
She understood completely.
Uncle Qrow was the same; didn't know jack about how Mechashift really function, just that it did and that it was cool. He'd gotten his weapon, Harbinger, by basically talking about it; stating that his first weapon he'd brought to Beacon was just a crappy scythe while he carried an old double-barrel he'd…obtained somewhere.
Where Qrow and Corwyn differed though, in her perception, was that Corwyn was a craftsman.
She was an engineer.
Together?
They had fun.
Corwyn had an imperceptible eye for detail and also was a genius in terms of his design philosophy. Brutally realistic and capable of analyzing practically every area of failure a design could undergo. How one design would be great for fighting in a desert but would get waterlogged easily in something like a marsh or swamp. How one design needed to be improved or tested specifically for rate of failure in shoot-till-failure tests a dozen times over before they were capable of professing that it was a weapon that would be perfectly reliable in the field.
Reliability was Corwyn's defining feature. A weapon to him was useless if it broke, for he thought in terms of the long-game, of the slow and steady marathon that was the eternal war against the Grimm. It was a term used often in his vocabulary, 'war'. War wasn't used often outside of the context of the Great War, and most called the conflict with the Grimm just that, a 'conflict'.
She realized now how…vague that word was.
"Why…do they call it that?" She asked hesitantly as Corwyn started to finish the practical details on his seventh knife design, while constantly referencing a book regarding material science.
"War-Time Economy." He answered without pausing, or even a bit of hesitance. "If we were in a constant state of War, then we'd be functioning in an entirely different form of economy, one that would see the rationing of certain supplies and the bulk production of others needed to wage a war. They also refrain from calling it a war, as to wage war requires action. To win a war, one needs victories." The teen sighed, "There is no victory against the Grimm." She deflated, understanding, only for him to counter his point. "Well, there is one."
Ruby perked up, exceptionally interested in this so-called 'One Victory'.
"Young, Juvenile, Adult, Alpha, Elders, Ancients, Titans." He stated. "To kill a million young Grimm is to do nothing. To kill ten million Juvenile Grimm is to do nothing. To kill a hundred million Adult Grimm, is to do nothing. To kill ten thousand Alpha Grimm is to remove a cup of water from a lake, one that rains full the next day. To kill a thousand Elders is to cause a drought. To kill a hundred Ancients, is to dry the lake." He smirked, "To kill ten Titans; one drains the lake far enough to see the corpses of once terrifying monsters lurking at its formerly murky depths."
Ruby frowned, a bit embarrassed by her next question, "I, uh, don't know much about Titans." She admitted.
Corwyn raised an eyebrow, but smiled, "It's not something people like talking about." He admitted softly. "I found references to them in legends, books, old ones. I ask Tai about them… He confirmed their existence for me." He sighed. "Their existence is…demoralizing, to put simply." He put his utensils down and gazed at her.
"To the average Grimm, we are Hunters. We are their predators. To the Elders, we are two predators fighting a bloody battle where the tides can be turned to either side. To the Ancients, we are prey. They are to us, as we are to a civilian."
Ruby gulped.
"Then there are Titans. They are named as such, because we, Hunters, are like ants to them. Armies have fallen, cadres of elite warriors, organizations gathered worldwide; scattered to dust. Vale, Mantle, Vacuo, Mistral; they are our capitals. This is for a few reasons, and one of which is that it is exceptionally difficult for a Titan to navigate its way to those cities. Vale has its valleys. Mistral its mountains. Mantle, now Atlas, exists in a wide-open mountain-plane such that they need not fear the dark with their brilliant light. And Vacuo has its deserts."
Corwyn sighed, "They are located in areas that are very far away from where history places the Titans. They slumber, and they seem content to continue to slumber, when they wake up…" He held his palms up and smiled sadly, "What is an ant to do, against a living mountain?" He shook his head, "We will bite, and bite, and bite till our last. Maybe we'll make a molehill or two?"
Ruby giggled lowly at his dark humor. He grinned and then returned to his work, the two flowing between ideas, offering insight into their weapons, and so time flew.
It was as it turned eight when Professor Brande came out of her office. The wolf-Faunus grumbled as she exited her office, before turning with surprised eyes to see both of them at a table working together.
Ruby smiled and waved over at the professor, "Hi, Professor Brande!" She greeted one of her favorite professors. She was just brilliant.
"Hi Ruby." The professor's greeting was distant, and Ruby followed her eyes to see she was staring at Corwyn, who he himself met the Professor's eyes with a raised eyebrow and impassive face. "What are you two working on?"
"Some secondaries!" She exulted, "Corwyn's going to be working on some knives, while I think I'm going to get a mace of some sort." She bit her thumb, mind racing as she debated on several designs. While she liked the 'cool factor' of a spiked mace, she also really liked how sleek and smooth a flanged design could be.
She was jolted out of her thoughts by Professor Brande coughing, "Ruby, if you could join me in my office, I need to speak to you about something."
Ruby's brow furrowed, before she nodded. She met Corwyn's eyes and was taken aback by how dead his face looked. His eyes were locked dead onto the form of Professor Brande, his body utterly still, like a statue.
Somewhat concerned, but with Professor Brande already moving, she glanced back to Corwyn who's gaze followed Brande with disconcerting accuracy.
They walked into the office and Brande shut the door, before walking over to her desk and leaning against it. "Ruby, be honest, Corwyn isn't…coercing you, is he?"
Ruby's eyes widened, "What?! No way. Why'd you think he'd do that?" She asked incredulously.
Professor Brande sniffed as she inspected her nails, "Well, he's one of my…less talented students. It'd be such a shame for one of my best and brightest to be tainted and held back by such a dreg."
Ruby felt a flame burn inside her chest, irrational anger that welled up inside her when she and Yang argued over inane bullcrap, yet compared to that, this was entirely different.
Professor Brande walked over with an easy smile, confusing her silence for contemplation. "Don't you see it, Ruby? He's using you. Trying to get a better grade by leeching off someone better. Expected, honestly; Corwyn couldn't make a usable weapon if it hit him in the skull." She sighed, as if despondent, but the falsity couldn't be more apparent to Ruby.
Ruby gave a fake and false smile, "Sure." She said, moving to the door and going to leave, only for Professor Brande to halt her, placing a hand on the door with a raised eyebrow. "Dear, why are you so blind to this? You're only going to get burned if you continue this foolish behavior. Look at him." She peeled open the blinds, and Ruby saw Corwyn sitting patiently, calmly, staring down at his papers. "He can't do anything without you, stuck, lost, talentless."
'He's just waiting for me to get back.' Ruby thought with a deadpan. "Okay. I'm just going to go."
Ruby opened the door, the woman moving lest she get hit by it, and shut it a bit too forcefully behind her. She hurriedly made her way over to the table, sitting with Corwyn.
A silence briefly fell, before Corwyn's stoic face broke with a slight grin, "What'd she tell you?"
Ruby blinked, "You knew?"
"I've been getting Cs, low Cs in this class since mid-semester of first year."
Ruby's jaw dropped, "Wh-at?" Corwyn's weapons might not be advanced or pretty, but they were deadly and good. That alone should have gotten him a B+, let alone the fact that he was an adept Dust Mage, who obviously knew how to forge Dust into all of his armaments.
She couldn't do that! She hardly knew how Dust even worked, and she used it every day!
"Professor Brande thinks my weapons and armor are of an…older age. Primitive. She tried to get me to switch over to traditional Mechashift, but with my financial decisions at the time…it was either get a stock weapon or continue down the path I now tread." Corwyn shrugged. "That bit of -let's call it Artistic disagreement- developed into real resentment and beef; she's been trying to suspend me for years at this point."
'What a petty bitch.' Ruby thought, only to see Corwyn with wide eyes. "Ah, I said that out loud?" She said sheepishly.
Corwyn kissed his teeth, before looking away, making Ruby confused. "What?" She asked, bouncing up and leaning forward. His eyes darted towards her and then at her chest. She glanced down and inspected her combat dress. "Do I have something on me?" She started to pat at her face, looking for chocolate stains.
Corwyn stood, rounded the table, before he scooped her up into his arms. She yelped as he started to walk with her, legs kicking out and arms wiggling around wildly.
He took her from the workshop, then down the hall, before opening a door she recognized as the utilities closet. She was set down, the door was closed, before she was then picked back up, this time by her thighs, spun around, and pressed into the door.
Aura shimmered, Corwyn's purple gradients shimmering with her own crimson, their eyes lighting up within the dim light as they stared into one another's eyes. Then her eyes widened, before closing as he leaned forward and claimed her lips.
They connected, hands exploring as they did on their date and a few times scattered throughout the months. Sometimes in his dorm, sometimes at her house, a few times out in the woods. Frisky times, making out, sometimes they'd be naked; sometimes she'd feel him up, and him her.
But they'd never gone the entire way.
Corwyn separated from her. "Want to… skip classes today?" He asked softly.
Ruby blinked, then blinked again, before a smile spread across her face.
They were the nerds. They were the 'good kids'. They didn't go to parties, well Ruby did, but she hated large social functions and always got sick or had some sort of embarrassing issue that detracted from the 'experience'.
Corwyn leaned forward, lips nipping at her ear, "Wanna be bad?" He whispered.
"Y-yeah." She whispered.
He tisked his tongue, "Non, mademe." Corwyn grinned, "Say it with passion." He demanded, "Repeat after me, 'Fuck yes'." He hissed into her ear.
Ruby shivered at the demand, her voice a whisper as she repeated, "F-fuck yes."
"Better, but not enough. Again." His hand drifted down, cupping her breasts and tantalizing the soft flesh, before following her curves to then find the swell of her ass, then finding the flesh her stockings pinched. His fingers massaged the paradoxical hard and toned, yet sinfully soft flesh, drawing a moan from the girl.
"Yes, like that." He whispered, "Again, try again." His finger curled under her skirt, and worked its way into her panties, before softly, so softly, ghosting along her forbidden places.
"Fuck yes~." She whimpered and moaned.
"Good. Such a bad girl." His hand removed itself from her privates and found its way to her chin, arresting it with his index and thumb, "One who needs to be punished."
Ruby whimpered as he released her, allowing her weight to fall to the floor, no longer pressed up against the door. He spun her around, before opening the closet door and leaving, he glanced back and with a jerk of the head, she followed.
They filtered through the halls of the school, first block in session. Both of them had their first block off today as a study period, sharing it and their morning to do just that; study. Now they made their way through the halls, out into the campus, and then to the boy's dorms.
There he let her in, no-one inside the dorms at this time save for a noisy janitor down a distant hall and led her to his dorm.
She'd been here before, a simple and small room with several whiteboards with a brain melting amount of planning and scheduling.
She blushed as she saw the 'Ruby Time Slot - Whenever' framed over the entire schedule. Corwyn stopped by the doorway, shutting it and letting her enter. He then advanced, taking her by surprise as he softly pushed her into his bed. He fell in next to her, a smile on his face as he laid down next to her, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on her nose.
She giggled.
"No, no. That's not allowed," He said with humor in his voice, grabbing her and then flipping her atop him. She straddled him, hands unsure of where to go as they rested themselves on his pectorals. His arms threaded themselves along her hips, climbing higher and higher. One fell, being placed under his head as he eyed her with half-lidded eyes, before his still climbing hand's finger hooked itself under her choker.
"Start working the buttons, dear." He 'requested'. It really wasn't a request. Ruby gulped, face and cheeks on fire as she did so, undoing his uniform's buttons. His hands raised and she removed the shirt from him, revealing his unrealistically toned body. A bit of drool gathered in her mouth, swallowing lest she embarrass herself.
Corwyn boosted himself up, sitting with his back resting against the wall his bed was placed against. "Kneel." He waved at her, Ruby hurriedly scrambling as she sat on her knees. Once she did so, his hand came to her face, softly stroking her cheek with his knuckles, reaching up and lacing itself into her hair. He then softly pulled her down, and with a full-face blush she realized where her face was resting.
"Such a good girl." He hummed softly, "Your prize waits within." She shivered, mind rushing as she hardly believed this was happening, but it was, it really was, and her loins, her everything was loving it.
Her hands rose, but she retreated them the moment she heard his tongue click. "No hands."
'Challenge accepted.' Ruby thought with determination, leaning forward to find the seam of his pants, sensually licking along the zipper, and then finding it. Clenched between her teeth, she carefully brought it down, not wanting to lose her 'grip' on the tab. Soon it couldn't be released further, and so she dug her nose into the seam, getting an inhale of Corwyn's scent, eyelashes fluttering.
'Why does he smell like ozone, steel, and musk?' She wondered, but ignored the why as she enjoyed it, before she got to work in 'adjusting' his underwear. A monster rested within, she felt its pulsating warmth, felt it twitch every movement she made, and before long she found the seam that once peeled back and at the right angle.
The tip broke free, then with a pulse it grew, and grew. Ruby escaped the hole she'd dug out with her teeth and nose, staring wide eyed at the long and pulsating shaft, and its red mushroom head.
A hand tugged her gaze upwards, and she met Corwyn's gaze. Then he glanced downward.
That was all that needed to be communicated.
Ruby lowered herself, swallowing deeply as she beheld the object of her desires. Then she kissed it at its glands, then she did the same at its tip. Twitch, twitch. She giggled.
"Fuck. You're too cute." Corwyn whispered.
Her lips kissed around his tip, and she smiled, glancing up at Corwyn with cheeky eyes. They met eyes and she felt him buck slightly, the tip growing harder around her lips. She parted them, before slowly lowering them around his cock. Her tongue swirled, then she went lower, and lower, before she met the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled up as she started to force it deeper. A rough week of practice had her ready, and slowly his cock started to bulge up around her neck, feeling the strain on her collar as it began to bulge out.
Corwyn's grunts and soft moans made her hand retreat down, entering her skirt and peeling away her drenched panties as she started to masturbate. Her legs shook slightly when she hit a good note while he mumbled her name.
"Hum a little." He hissed as she pulled up and did as asked. She bobbed back down with her tongue languishing his length, a giggle leaving her throat as his legs jolted when she did that. If she didn't have a cock in her mouth then she'd have smiled in satisfaction. Again and again, she bobbed her head, his hands threading into her hair, fingers tightening, before she felt him clench.
Her eyes rolled up into her skull, Corwyn shoving her down as far as she could go, releasing his load into her. He pulled out slowly, cock still shuddering and getting some of the salty and somewhat sweet taste onto her tongue. With a pop he left her mouth and twitched one last time to leave a strand across her nose and mouth.
Ruby's thumb reached up and she wiped a good bit on it, licking it clean. She yelped as his strong hands arrested her by her arms, and in a flurry of movement she found herself on her belly, ass up in the air and Corwyn behind her. Then, she felt his tongue, her eyes went cross as he started to go down on her, eating her pussy like his life depended on it.
His hands massaged her legs, molding her ass as he spread them open as far as possible to get his tongue deeper and deeper.
It didn't take long for her to orgasm, her legs shaking like jelly as he continued to go down on her, her voice coming to life as she moaned and screamed in ecstasy and overstimulation. Corwyn's hands pulled on her hips, and soon she found herself framed by him. He laid down atop her, mindful of his weight. She felt his cock, quickly hardening as it rested on her ass. His other hand pulled her head to the side where they kissed passionately.
Ruby grinned salaciously as they separated, "H-how's your pullout game?" She asked.
Corwyn's eyes widened, "Wanna test it?" He asked tentatively.
She ground her ass into his cock in response, the teen growling at the action. "My brain says no," Corwyn said, "But my cock says yes." She winced in overstimulation as the head poked and prodded. It quickly found her slick slit, and with a soft grunt he slowly sheathed himself inside. Hymn ripped by training and her own experimentation, Ruby still whimpered as he hit deeper and thicker than any toy she dared try herself with.
Corwyn grunted as he pulled back, thrusting forward slowly as he inched himself inside. She hissed and moaned, then he did it again, and again, before he'd found a steady rhythm, hands firmly on her hips as he pounded into her quim.
Corwyn's muscles were tenser than steel wire, his body a steel cage around her own. His fists planted inside the mattress and his arms trembling pillars. He thrusted; eyes locked onto the cute little ass he was ruining. The visual stimulation of his lover's ass and back was too little for his greed, and so he ripped himself out, flipped her over, spread her legs around his torso, before sliding back in and enjoying the way his cock made a prominent bulge on her stomach.
Tight abdominals, hidden by the effeminate and soft layers of youth tensed and pulled, stroking him each stroke he made. Coaxing, tempting, begging for him to release inside. Corwyn kept thrusting, keeping his pace even as Ruby trembled and shivered around him, her back arching and legs spasming. He kept thrusting as her form glistened with sweat and half, time racing as the two teens made sweet coitus on the bed. He felt the build in his loins, the irresistible build that harkened an inevitable release.
Ruby was a mewling mess before him, practically begging to be bred. But with an iron will, Corwyn gripped tighter, and changed his previously constant rhythm. His hips slapped into Ruby's flesh, the girl letting out a keen cry as he started to jackhammer into her. Then, as he felt unable to stop, he slipped out and with a twitch started to paint her white.
Marks were left on her body as he came, painting her body with long streaks as he breathed roughly. Gazing down at the young woman panting in his bed, Corwyn didn't feel himself soften, nor was he tired in the slightest.
"How much longer can you last?" He whispered dangerously into Ruby's ear.
Ruby blinked tiredly at him, before giggling derangedly as she rode her own high.
"Fuck me up." She whispered, fingers spreading out into two 'v's.
Corwyn obliged.
He used her. Her mouth, her thighs, her cunt, and even started to play and entertain her ass. For hours, the inexhaustible man played and learned his love's body. The school bell dinged and donged, but it changed nothing as Corwyn continued to make Ruby moan his name.
As the clock shined 1723, Corwyn groaned as he released a load into the mouth of his girlfriend. The girl swallowing, before leaning forward and licking pathetically at his still hard cock. Ruby was a mess, and the bed was even more than a mess. She'd learned how to squirt rather 'early' into the activities.
Breaks entirely consisted of bathroom breaks, what few there were, as they fucked in his shower, in his bed, on his kitchen counter, the floor; everywhere in the dorm room Corwyn had taken Ruby up on her offer.
The girl herself seemed to get only more and more enthusiastic about the entire ordeal. Aura kept things from getting out of control, and Corwyn had to cycle his enjoyment of her body throughout the ordeal. From anal -when his fingers had eventually loosened the tight hole enough to be used- to vaginal where he practiced his pull out game, and oral; he kept a cycle going.
Corwyn let the girl 'clean' his cock, the object of her worship twitching as she worked. Corwyn, having stripped, allowed the girl to fondle his balls, and as she worked, Corwyn closed his eyes, utterly relaxed, enjoying life.
Then a grumble of the stomach sounded out. He glanced down to a blushing Ruby, who demurely looked away, not meeting Corwyn's eyes.
He smiled, picked her up, uncaring of the fact that in doing so he was rubbing a plethora of body fluids onto his body, and carried her to the shower. There they washed, still playing with one another, before it started another round as he hammered himself into her cunt, his fingers laced inside her hair as she babbled nonsensical words against the shower wall. Jackhammering into her cunt and pressing her against the porcelain tile as he fucker her into the air, legs practically jelly such was the force of his thrusts, he came inside her ass with a deep groan of well-won satisfaction, before taking his time to clean and care for his lover.
The shower ended, eventually, and the two got dressed. Ruby found her skirt, somehow unstained. Her panties weren't so lucky. Her corset too was covered in semen, having had to be discarded to the wash bin because of that fact.
To preserve her dignity, Corwyn grabbed a sweatshirt and threw her into it; something she pulled off rather well all told.
They left the dorm, Corwyn grabbing his wallet, before they left the campus and made their way into Patch as he called a taxi.
It was as they were leaving the campus, did they run into an unexpected figure.
Yang was leaning against the campus walls, oddly alone as she stared down at her scroll with sad eyes.
Ruby perked up at seeing her sister, the girl having been in an off mood ever since her Tai Yang had effectively grounded her for the last two months. She'd started cutting ties with plenty of her friends, didn't go to parties, she hadn't seen or heard hide or hair of Bumblebee until she found the bike crashed a short distance on the path to the city one day. Ruby saw that Yang didn't want to talk about whatever happened so long ago, but it sucked seeing her sister so unusually distant with their roles somehow reversed.
Yang glanced over to them and went back to her scroll, only to double take as her eyes widened.
Corwyn hadn't really interacted with Yang much. The sisters were close, but he and Yang weren't with his dislike of Yang being somehow apparent. There was a combat class, which was the one class they really shared. She usually tried to avoid them when he was over at their house, something Ruby made sure of as she didn't want the girl messing anything up on their dates from past trauma.
She winced as she saw Yang make eye contact with Corwyn, inspect her, eye the sweatshirt, and get suspicious.
She pushed off the wall and sauntered over, forced to call on her Aura to not be a quivering mess as her body felt abused.
A casual smile fell onto Yang's face, "Hey! Baby sister, give me some love!" She opened her arms wide, walking over and grabbing her into a strong hug.
"He-hey!" Ruby squeaked as she was jostled around, then being let go. She spun a bit but was arrested by a strong hand on her shoulder. She smiled up at Corwyn who nodded and gave a two-finger salute with an easy smile to Yang.
"Yo."
"What are you two doing?" Yang asked curiously. "Combat Class was today. Didn't see either of you."
She stumbled for a lie, only for Corwyn to answer, "Decided to be bad kids today." He shrugged, "Took the day off to tumble around, played some games," He wagged his eyebrows to both of their incredulous gazes. "Going to get something to eat now. Gaming's hard work."
Ruby's mouth tried to work, only for Yang to chuckle.
"Video games, huh? Nothing else?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
'She bought it? That was a blatant innuendo!' Ruby thought with shock.
"Kissed a few times." He admitted, acting bashful at the admission.
Yang grinned, "Oh, look who's got a boyfriend. Nothing funny going on, right?" She directed that at Corwyn, who brushed it off like hydrophobic paint on Crescent Rose.
"Nah, nothin' like that. Gonna wait till marriage and all that stuff." He jostled her around, "She's too cute to despoil like that." His eyes danced with amusement and a bit of sadism, Ruby working so hard to restrain the blush crawling up her neck.
"Psh, you're a good one, Corwyn." She punched him in the arm, "Ain't gonna Wyn though, are ya'? Totally gonna beat your ass in the tournament."
Corwyn rolled his eyes at the weak pun, "We'll see who's ass is red once the bell rings, yeah?"
Yang rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I…gotta go." She glanced down at her scroll in her hand, "See you around, Corwyn, Rubes." The teen waved, leaving to go do…something.
"Food?" Corwyn asked.
He got a fist in the kidney, and a hug to the side. "Fuck yeah."