Team RWBY

Occupied by...

A girl with innocent silver eyes, a girl with scar on her face, a girl with grace of a cat and a girl with long golden hair.

Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long.

Also known as Team RWBY.

All clad in nothing but lingerie, Team RWBY stood before Shirou Emiya in the dimly lit room, their delicate on full display. Ruby's scarlet undergarments matched her fiery spirit, while Weiss's icy blue set accentuated the alabaster skin of the heiress. Blake, the feline grace of the group, wore a black and white ensemble that mirrored her inner conflict, and Yang, the embodiment of passion and power, donned a sunflower yellow set that radiated warmth.

"Welcome home, Shirou," they greeted him in unison, their voices a pattern of sweetness, grace, desire and warmth.

"How would like to served, tonight?" Ruby asked coyly, her silver eyes sparkling with mischief.

Shirou's eyes blinked as he took in the sight before him.

The four young women, each a paragon of beauty and strength in their own right, were standing before him in nothing but their most intimate garments.

It was a scene that would make any man's heart race, he too wasn't an exception. Shirou's eyes scanned over the four of them, each one a vision that could easily captivate any sane man's imagination.

He took a deep breath, to regain his composure.

"I would like to start with team leader, Ruby," Shirou said, his voice steady despite the racing thoughts in his mind. He approached the silver-eyed beauty, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise, yet she didn't back away.

Ruby's heart raced as she felt the heat of Shirou's gaze on her.

"As you wish," she whispered, stepping closer to the bed. The others watched with a mix of envy and anticipation.

Shirou's hand reached out to gently caress Ruby's cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft lips. Her breath hitched as she leaned into his touch, the tension in the room thickening.

With a gentle push, he guided her onto the bed, the fabric of her scarlet lingerie whispering against the sheets as she lay back. The others watched, their own breaths quickening in excitement.

He began by kissing Ruby softly, his lips pressing against hers with a tender passion that seemed to echo the soft glow of the moon outside. As they kissed, he untied the bow at the back of her neck, revealing the soft, creamy skin beneath. He took his time, savoring each moment as he peeled away the fabric, revealing pink perks to the cool night air.

Her breath grew ragged as his hands explored her curves, his fingers tracing the lines of her waist before cupping her breasts. She let out a soft moan as he began to knead them gently, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples.

Weiss, Blake, and Yang watched, their eyes glued to the erotic scene unfolding before them. Moisture pooled between their legs, their bodies reacting to the passionate dance of Shirou and Ruby. Each knew their turn would come, and the anticipation was almost as exhilarating as the act itself.

Shirou's attention shifted from Ruby's breasts to her thighs, his fingers tracing the line of her lingerie until he reached the apex. He hooked his thumbs under the fabric and slid it aside, revealing her glistening pussy. He took a moment to admire her beauty, the silver moonlight highlighting her delicate folds.

Ruby's face flushed a deep shade of red as she felt the weight of his stare. She bit her lower lip, her eyes closing in anticipation. Shirou leaned down, his breath warm against her skin, and kissed her stomach before moving lower. His mouth found her clit, and he began to circle it with his tongue, gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Her hips jerked upwards, a silent plea for more.

Weiss, Blake, and Yang couldn't tear their gazes away. They watched as Ruby's body tensed and relaxed in response to Shirou's expert ministrations. Weiss's own hands found their way to her breasts, her thumbs circling her erect nipples as she watched. Blake's hand slid into her black panties, her own arousal demanding attention. Yang leaned against the wall, her hand in her pants, stroking herself slowly in time with Shirou's movements.

Shirou's eyes darted up to meet theirs, and his expression grew stern. "Remember, you're here to serve me tonight," he said firmly, his voice a gentle command. "None of you are allowed to touch themselves."

Weiss's hand froze on her breast, a look of surprise and excitement flashing across her face. She nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Blake and Yang, too, stopped their own explorations, though their eyes remained glued to the scene.

"Good girls," Shirou murmured, his attention returning to Ruby. His fingers delved into her wetness, spreading her folds and teasing her entrance. Her moans grew louder, and she squirmed beneath his touch. He slid his middle finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him.

The other three watched, their breaths hitching as they struggled to obey his command. Their hands hovered just above their own bodies, **** to seek relief from their own arousal. Weiss's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glazed with need. Blake's teeth dug into her bottom lip as she watched, her body trembling with restraint. Yang's eyes narrowed with determination, her hand hovering over her own crotch, her knuckles white with the effort of holding back.

Shirou's focus remained on Ruby, his fingers moving with purposeful strokes inside her. Her hips began to rock in rhythm with his hand, her moans growing more urgent. He could feel her getting closer to climax, her muscles tightening around him.

"I'll switch you for another once you orgasmed," Shirou whispered into Ruby's ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. "So, try to hold it as long as you can."

Ruby's eyes snapped open, and she nodded, her teeth clenched with effort. Weiss, Blake, and Yang watched with bated breath as Shirou's finger worked its magic, their own desires simmering just beneath the surface.

Shirou's eyes remained locked on Ruby's, watching her every reaction. He knew she was close, her breaths coming in shallow gasps and her body arching into his touch. He slowed his pace, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

"Please, put it in" she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't hold it anymore."

Shirou's smirk grew wider as he withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with her arousal. He stood up, his own desire evident in the bulge pressing against his pants.

"As you wish," he murmured, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. His shirt followed, revealing the chiseled muscles that had been honed through countless such battles.

Shirou positioned himself between Ruby's legs, his cock standing proudly before her. He took another moment to appreciate the beauty of the woman beneath him, her silver eyes shimmering with a mix of need and excitement. He leaned down and kissed her again, his hand reaching between them to guide his length to her wet entrance.

With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, her walls tightening around him in a sweet embrace. Ruby's moan filled the room as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He didn't disappoint, driving into her with a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very beat of the night outside. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, her nails digging into his back as she held on for dear life.

The sight of Ruby's body writhing in pleasure was almost too much for the others to bear. Weiss's eyes were glued to the spot where Shirou's cock disappeared into Ruby's pussy, her own juices soaking the fabric of her lingerie. Blake's hand hovered just above her clit, her eyes flickering between the scene before her and the ache between her legs. Yang's jaw was clenched tight, her hand balled into a fist at her side, her resolve began to wane.

Shirou's thrusts grew deeper and faster, Ruby's moans echoing through the room. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she met each thrust with eager enthusiasm. He felt her climax building, her muscles spasming around him, and knew he had to push her over the edge.

He reached down to find her clit with his thumb, rubbing it in a rhythm that matched their passionate dance. The sensation was almost too much for Ruby to handle. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a keening cry as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing in ecstasy.

Shirou felt her walls contract around him, squeezing him tightly, and he knew he was close. He thrust into her a few more times, her pussy clenching around him with each wave of her climax. Then, with a final groan, he too reached his peak, filling her with his hot seed.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths as they rode the crest of their passion, their bodies shuddering in unison.

He pulled out of Ruby, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his release.

"Thank you," Ruby whispered, her body limp with satisfaction, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her climax, rolled off the bed with a soft giggle. She knew she was just the appetizer.

Shirou withdrew from her with a gentle smile, but his eyes were already on the next prize. "Weiss, it's your turn," he called, his voice a low rumble of authority.

Weiss stepped forward, a mix of excitement and trepidation playing across her face. She knew what was expected of her, and the anticipation was thrilling. She climbed onto the bed, her icy blue eyes never leaving Shirou's gaze as she positioned herself in Ruby's place. Her alabaster skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and Shirou couldn't help but admire the beauty of her body as she lay before him.

"You are quite wet, Weiss, Do you want more foreplay or should I put my cock covered in juices of your leader inside you?" Shirou questioned, his voice thick with desire as he watched the blush creep up her neck.

Weiss looked at him, her eyes wide with need. "Please, Shirou, I'm ready," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Shirou nodded and tore her lingerie before throwing it on the floor, his cock still slick from Ruby's juices. He positioned himself at Weiss's entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her leaking clit. She gasped as he pushed inside her, filling her completely with one smooth stroke. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she adjusted to his size.

Weiss's body was taut with desire, her skin flushed with the heat of passion. She felt every inch of him as he began to move, his hips grinding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her fingernails dug into the sheets, her breaths coming in shallow pants as he claimed her body.

Blake and Yang watched, their eyes wide with a mix of arousal and envy. They knew their turn was coming, but the wait was unbearable.

Shirou's eyes remained fixed on Weiss's face, reading every twitch of pleasure and pain as he slammed into her. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet symphony of desire. Her body was tight, and the sensation of her pussy clenching around him was driving him wild.

"You're so wet," Shirou murmured, his voice a low growl of appreciation. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

Weiss's eyes snapped open, meeting his. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her voice breathless.

Shirou smirked, his pace increasing as he drove into her deeper, harder. Her legs trembled, and she wrapped them around him, "what would your family think if they knew their precious heiress was such a slut?"

"You are speaking as if you haven't fucked my mother and sister," Weiss retorted with a smirk, her voice laced with challenge. The room grew even hotter as she reached up to kiss him, her hands roaming his muscular back, nails digging in, urging him on.

Shirou chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and sending a shiver down Weiss's spine.

"You're right," he said, his voice low and seductive. "They'd probably be quite happy if you joined in next time."

The mention of next time only served to heighten Weiss's arousal, and she moaned his name as he picked up the pace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and she could feel her climax building. Blake and Yang watched, their own desires reaching a fever pitch as they heard their teammate's cries of pleasure.

"Cum for me, Weiss," Shirou urged, his voice a mix of tenderness and dominance. "Let me feel you come apart."

Her eyes locked on his, Weiss bit her lip and nodded, her body responding to his command. Her hips began to move in time with his, her legs tightening around his waist as she met each of his powerful strokes. The tension grew unbearable, and she could feel her orgasm building deep within her.

Shirou's hands found her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as he drove into her. She arched her back, her moans growing louder with each movement. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy clenched around him, and Shirou felt the warmth of her orgasm wash over his cock. He groaned, his own release following closely behind hers. He pulled out, watching as her juices mingled with his cum on the bed.

Blake knew she was next, and she didn't wait for an invitation. She jumped on the bed, like a cat, her black and white lingerie setting off her fairskin. "My turn," she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire.

Shirou's cock was still hard, the taste of power and the scent of Ruby's and Weiss's satisfaction lingering in the air. He looked at Blake, the feline grace of her movements stirring something primal within him. "You're eager, aren't you?" he said with a knowing smile.

Blake's eyes gleamed with mischief as she straddled him, her black and white lingerie a stark contrast to the crimson bed sheets. She reached down, and pulled the string of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. Shirou's cock twitched at the sight, his desire for her undeniable. He reached up to hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed her down, filling her in one swift motion.

Her moan was a mix of pleasure and surprise, her eyes widening as she felt him stretch her. Her nails raked down his chest as she began to rock her hips, setting a rhythm that had them both gasping for air.

Blake's movements were sinuous and fluid, like a dance that had been practiced for centuries. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the lace of her lingerie framing them like a masterpiece. Shirou watched, his eyes dark with need, as she took control of their coupling. He could feel her tightening around him, her pussy clenching in time with the beat of his heart.

"Fill me up, Shirou," she demanded, her voice a purr that sent a shiver down his spine. He obeyed, his hips moving with a ferocity that had her gasping for breath. Each impact sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she knew she was close to her peak.

"I want a litter of red hair kittens," Blake murmured with a sleepy smile, her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she rode out her afterglow.

Shirou chuckled, the corners of his mouth curling up. "I'd be happy to oblige," he said, his voice filled with both amusement and lust.

Blake's eyes fluttered open, and she met his gaze. "Good," she murmured, her hips moving in a way that had him groaning. Her pussy was tight, her walls clenching around him, and he could feel the tension in her body growing with each passing moment.

He reached up to cup her fabric-clad breasts, his thumbs circling her erect nipples. She threw her head back, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her moans grew louder, and she began to move faster, her body **** for release.

Yang watched from the side, her hand hovering over her own pussy, her resolve slipping away like sand through an hourglass. She could feel her own juices trickling down her thighs, the sight of Shirou and Blake's passionate coupling pushing her closer to the edge.

With a growl of frustration, she stepped forward. "I can't wait any longer," she said, her voice thick with need. "I need you now."

Shirou looked at her with a fiery gaze, his cock still in Blake.

"You're going to have to wait," he said, his voice a low rumble of authority that sent a thrill through Yang's body. "But I promise, your turn will come soon."

Yang lilac eyes turned red with desire and frustration, but she nodded, stepping back to watch as Shirou's cock disappeared into Blake's wetness.

Her hand remained hovering just above her pussy, she could touch herself but...

With a frustrated whine, Yang turned away from the bed, her eyes searching for something, anything to ease the ache. That's when she found the edge of the desk, the sharp contrast between the cold wood and her hot, needy skin was too much to resist. She pressed against it, her breath hitching as she felt the sharp edge press against her swollen clit. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, making her legs tremble.

Her eyes remained glued to Shirou and Blake as she began to grind against the desk, the wood biting into her skin. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her body, each stroke against her clit a sweet torment that had her panting with need. She bit her lower lip, it wasn't nowhere as good as Shirou's cock but it was something, it was enough to keep her from going mad with desire.

As she watched Shirou's hips buck against Blake, Yang couldn't help but imagine it was her body that was impaled on his cock.

Her hand slammed onto the cold, wooden desk, the sound echoing through the room. She ground her hips against the edge, the roughness of the wood sending delicious shivers through her. Her eyes never left the couple on the bed, her breaths coming in quick, **** gasps as she watched their passionate dance.

Blake's eyes fluttered open, meeting Yang's intense gaze. A sly smile curled her lips as she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Shirou's chest as she whispered in his ear. "Yang seems to be cheating," she murmured, loud enough for everyone in the room.

Shirou's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to Yang. Her desperation was palpable, and the sight of her grinding against the desk only served to stoke the flames of his own arousal.

"Blake," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. "Cum for me now."

Her eyes locked onto his, and she nodded, her own need reaching a crescendo. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil in the pit of her stomach that grew with every thrust. Her hips began to move in earnest, her body begging for release.

Shirou felt it too, the pressure in his balls growing with every stroke. He watched as Blake's face contorted with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream.

"Now, Blake," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her one final time. She threw her head back, her eyes snapping open, and they came together in a symphony of pleasure. Their bodies tensed, their muscles quivered, and their orgasms crashed over them like a wave.

Yang watched with envy as Blake's body trembled with her climax. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as she felt her own orgasm building. Her hand moved faster against the desk, the wood biting into her skin as she chased her own release.

Shirou's eyes never left Yang, his cock still buried inside Blake, who was now limp with satisfaction. "Yang," he called, his voice a command that resonated through the room. "I don't think you need me when you have the desk."

Yang's face flushed, and stopped her movements with a gasp, her hand hovering over the desk. She turned to face Shirou, her eyes pleading. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

Shirou's smile was filled with amusement and dominance.

"Fine," he said, his voice a low growl. "Let's decide by a vote, shall we?" He looked at the other two, who were still watching with rapt attention. "Ruby, Weiss, Blake, do you think Yang has earned the right to my cock?"

The three of them shook their heads, smirks playing on their lips. "I don't so," Ruby said, a teasing lilt to her voice. Weiss and Blake nodded in agreement, their eyes never leaving Yang's **** form.

Yang's breath hitched, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out in protest. The anticipation was agonizing, her body on the brink of release but denied the ultimate satisfaction.

Shirou's eyes remained on her, a glint of challenge in his gaze. He pulled out of Blake and stood up, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices.

"I can't let go unpunished Yang, but how about I'll let clean me up," Shirou said with a wink.

Yang's eyes snapped to Shirou's cock, her mouth watering at the sight. She nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words. Her desire for him was palpable in the air, a thick, almost tangible **** that seemed to pull her across the room.

She stumbled over to the bed, her legs wobbly with need. As she approached, Shirou leaned back against the headboard, his cock still standing at full attention. He looked at her with a smug expression, enjoying the power dynamic he had established.

Yang's eyes never left his member as she lowered herself to her knees, her hands reaching out to grip the base of his shaft. She took a moment to admire him, the way his cock twitched in her grasp, the scent of their combined arousal heavy in the air.

With a look that was half challenge and half plea, she leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his blood, taste of his semen, and juices of her sister and friends. The taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and power that had her own juices flowing down her thighs.

Shirou's eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing as she began to suck him clean. Her tongue swirled around the tip, collecting every drop of cum and pussy juice. His hips jerked involuntarily, his hand reaching up to grip her hair.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Take it all, Yang."

Yang obeyed, her mouth sliding down his shaft with a hungry eagerness that had the other girls watching with rapt attention. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her tongue flicking against his sensitive skin as she swallowed every bit of their shared pleasure.

A floral taste that definitely belonged to Ruby, a faint tang of that was she familiar with from Blake, and by process of elimination the sweetness jasmine scent that lingered on his shaft was Weiss. Yang savored each flavor as she sucked him clean, her eyes never leaving his.

The room was thick with desire, the air charged with the scent of sex and sweat.

Shirou felt his cock twitch in Yang's mouth, the warmth and wetness of her tongue sending shivers down his spine. He watched as she took him deep, her cheeks hollowed with effort and eyes never leaving his. The sight was almost too much to bear, and he knew he wouldn't last long under her skilled ministrations.

With a groan, he reached down to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he gently guided her movements. He could feel himself swelling, his orgasm building once again. "Suck harder, Yang," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Yang took his command to heart, her mouth working him with a fervor that was almost violent. She could feel his cock throb against her tongue, and she knew she was close to her reward. Her own arousal was a pulsing ache, but she pushed it aside, focusing solely on pleasing him.

Her eyes watered with the effort, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the sound of his moans, the way his hips bucked into her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. She could feel him swelling even more, and she knew she was close to victory.

Shirou's grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her off his cock, her mouth making a wet pop as it was released. She looked at him, her mouth wide open and tongue out ready for more, but he had other plans.

He aimed higher, his cock pointing towards the ceiling, and Yang's eyes widened with panic, cumshot flew out, few drops landed cheek and rest in her hair. She gasped, as mourned the lost taste of his semen.

Instead of receiving a reward, her hair were now with a sticky mess.

Shirou chuckled, watching the look of shock and arousal on Yang's face. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "try to be more patience, next time my love." He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to face the bed, her cheek still sticky with his cum.

The other girls couldn't help but laugh at Yang's predicament, their eyes sparkling with amusement. But they knew better than to push her too far.

"Come on, girls," Shirou said, his tone warm and inviting. "Let's all get comfortable."

Ruby and Weiss eagerly climbed onto the bed, settling down on his left. Blake followed from right, her movements more graceful and feline as she curled up against him. They watched as Yang, still flushed from her recent climax and the sticky reminder of her failure to contain her enthusiasm, lay by Blake side, pouting slightly.

Shirou couldn't resist a chuckle at her expression. "Sleep tight, everyone," he said. He leaned back against the pillows, feeling the softness of the bed envelop him as Ruby hugged him from left and Weiss spooned Weiss her, and Blake cuddled up on his right.

Yang reluctantly hugged Blake and closed her eyes, feeling the sticky residue of Shirou's cum in hair. Despite the teasing, she couldn't help but enjoy the warmth.