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Condoms, let's see them
Dove Bronzewing: CONDOMS. Let's see them!
Pyrrha Nikos: W-What do you mean?
Dove: Let me see the condoms you're about to put on Cardin's wiener!
Dove snatched the condom Pyrrha handed over hesitantly and began to scrutinize the innocent package with the eyes of a craftsman. A subtle smirk of victory sharpened the raptor's cunning that featured heavily on Dove's face before Dove opened and poured his beer into the condom.
The triumph on Dove's face was matched by the look of revulsion and horror on Cardin's as beer leaked out through the multitude of holes that Pyrrha had pierced through the condom. At the same time, Pyrrha pounced on Cardin and begged the bewildered Huntsman to put a baby in her belly because Jaune couldn't satisfy her.l
Dove: Zip it, psycho! Go and be happy with Jaune's micro-penis! Get out!
Dove's voice rose to a high-pitched squeal as Pyrrha ran, humiliated, from CRDL's dorm.
Dove: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
Pyrrah vs. CRDL rematch
While Jaune saved Cardin from an Ursa Major, Jaune still forged his combat records to get into Beacon Academy. This was why Jaune's severe injuries during a mission when Pyrrha was not around came as no big surprise to anyone.
Desperate, Pyrrha could only turn to Cardin Winchester for help with the medical expenses, to which Cardin agreed if Pyrrha would allow Cardin to show her one good night on the town.
Pyrrha managed to endure Cardin's assault early on. However, when the rest of team CRDL joined in that evening, Pyrrha's Amazonian body and warrior spirit gave out soon after. Overwhelmed by CRDL's insatiable appetite and debauched lust.
In the end, Pyrrha was draped between Cardin and Dove like a prize deer. Broken, exhausted, and her magnificent figure glazed in a mix of her and CRDL's filth. Her alabaster pale skin was also swollen red after hours under the roughly assertive attention of CRDL's expert hands. The photos taken of the evening were distributed to some of Cardin's close friends in the hospital wing where Jaune was convalescing.
A package was prepared for Jaune as a get-well gift. After all, what were friends for?
CRDL vs. Kali Belladonna
Kali had no idea how allowing CRDL into her bedroom would have protected her family from harm. She had long forgotten why she had accepted Cardin's challenges and succumbed to his taunts. All Kali knew now was that she was barely a workout for the youthful strength of Cardin Winchester, and barely a hurdle for CRDL at once.
If Kali was younger, she may have been able to do something about CRDL. There was no doubt that Kali still retained her skills and experience that made Ghira her husband and Jaune Arc her lover. But she fought CRDL like a young woman and was destroyed by CRDL who had more experience than Kali in that department.
In the contest of lust and will, CRDL showed Kali her place in the bedroom. It was at CRDL's feet, spread across her sweat-stinking bedsheets like butter on toast. Her soft, helpless body was battered into limp jelly by the hardened, and battle-forged weapons CRDL possessed. More powerful and enduring than anything Jaune or Ghira had equipped. Her mind, too was broken after that fierce fight. Overpowered, pushed far beyond any limits she could have ever possessed, Kali had begged for mercy until she lost her ability to speak, then screamed until her voice broke like the dam between her legs all over the wedding and family photos strewn around the bedroom.
Kali was so broken that when Blake found CRDL leering over her mother's shattered frame, and when CRDL offered Kali a chance to finally rest in exchange for her daughter, Kali fell asleep to Blake's screams as CRDL turned their dissatisfaction unto the younger Belladonna ...
What a Bunny wants, what a Bunny needs, whatever makes her happy sets her free.
Dreamy. Wet and dreamy, baby. Want it. It’s all in the eyes, darling. All in the eyes. Show them that you want it.
But Velvet didn’t want any of it; the barely fitting swimsuit chafing her flanks and the scent of burnt metal lamps on her naked skin, the ache in her back after throwing her chest out for the hundredth time so that the harsh studio lights could accentuate the volume of her breasts, and the parading of her kickboxer’s thighs in front of a soulless camera lens that turned her body into visual junk food to satisfy the virulent appetites of the faceless voyeurs on the other side of the camera.
Her audience wanted her photos as a substitute for their lust; Velvet wanted her photos sold to pay the bills; only a masochist would want such a life.
The photographer walked over to Velvet's dressing table when the ordeal ended. There, she was wiping off her sweat and resisting the urge to sniff her underarms.
“Fantastic pictures, Darling! Absolutely delicious! I wondered if you’d mind staying longer because I have fabulous ideas for a photo set with you and Coco Adel.”
The photographer abruptly stopped speaking. Velvet turned to see why, and she flinched when she found out her boyfriend had arrived to pick her up.
“Cardin, you’re early. Let me change, and we can go get dinner.”
Cardin’s response was to fling his leather jacket at Velvet before he yanked his girlfriend out of her chair. Velvet only had time to sling her handbag over her shoulder and grab her heels before Cardin bundled her out of the studio.
“Cardin, wait! My clothes!” Velvet said as she hopped helplessly after Cardin down two flights of stairs in her bare feet and was dragged towards the studio’s front door.
“Oh my god, Cardin! I’m fucking naked! Don’t you fucking dare, please!”
There was a chill on Velvet’s skin before the Cardin threw her into the street with sheer brute force. It was rush hour, and the pavement outside the studio choked on the feet that pounded the concrete as the pedestrians made their way home. These journeys for these commuters were routine until Cardin and Velvet burst out of a doorway, and the abrupt obstruction forced them to look up from their phones and daydreams.
On the street, Velvet was exposed to a thousand ferret-quick glances and prolonged double-takes without the benefit of a camera’s anonymity. The disgust at her presence and the hunger for her body were a palpable wave of collective emotion that almost drowned her in a torrent of self-conscious shame and hyperventilation.
“Well?” Cardin abruptly growled into Velvet’s ear, “Was this what you wanted, you slut?”
At that moment, Cardin’s voice, his woodsmoke-and-whiskey cologne, the unyielding pressure of his chest against Velvet’s back, and the heat of his desire for Velvet burning a hole into the small of her back cut away the buzzing weight that had built up intolerably in her head. Cardin’s outrage and jealousy at Velvet’s indecent manner in the studio had served as a life buoy, allowing Velvet to breathe through her panic. At the same time, Cardin’s palpable lust inflamed Velvet’s own desires and severed any of her shame and restraint.
With her eyes glazed and lips moist and pouty, Velvet moaned and tore Cardin’s jacket off her naked shoulders. “Yes! This is what I wanted.”
Velvet then turned to stare longingly up at Cardin. “You are all that I wanted!”