Weiss Schnee

You do your best to fall asleep, but thoughts of the prissy Heiress writhing wantonly in your grasp fills your mind. Your tossing and turning is ignored by the wakefulness of your cock and with a huff, you grab your scroll; it was nearly 1 in the morning. You lay there for a few moments before resolving to pay the Heiress a late night visit, but simply barging your way into their dorm would be counter productive. You stand and strip, and with a wish you will light to bend around your body in an intricate fashion, completely hiding you from view. You laugh to yourself as you lift up your now vanished hand. You then seek out Weiss with your omniscience, finding her sleeping soundly in her bed. A wish later and you find yourself standing in the dorm room of Team RWBY.

All four girls are present as your eyes sweep the room. Your gaze fall on the blonde beauty Yang first, the brawler splayed out on her bed and snoring loudly. She has an arm hanging over the edge of her bunk, a bunk you notice to actually be a twin bed balancing on top of stacks of books. The stacks seemed to serve as platforms for the bed's legs as they lined up with the posts of Blake's bed which served as bottom bunk. Speaking of Blake, you find the catgirl curled up in a ball facing you, her cat ears exposed and twitching in her sleep. Your eyes fell to her peaceful face framed by her midnight black locks. It was easy to see why Yang wanted her so badly.

You then turn to Ruby and Weiss' bunks and you had to suppress a snort at the ridiculous set up. Ruby's bed hung from the ceiling with a mismatch of hastily thrown together ropes that weren't at all counter-balanced. In fact, it seemed to have been leaning precariously to one side. You chuckle and shake your head, then look upon Ruby's sleeping form. The young rose was curled into a ball and clutching her pillow, a grimace on her sleeping face as little whimpers worked their way out of her throat. Frowning, you step forward and reach up to gently place your hand on her forehead to see her dreams. You suppress a recoil at the nightmare inside; she was dreaming about her mother's supposed ****.

You're stricken by a feeling of pity for the girl and will a much more pleasant dream into her mind, but your own perverted fantasies seem to interfere. What were images of her late mother swarmed by Grimm were replaced with a scene of Weiss shoving Ruby back onto the Heiress' bed. A steamy smile was plastered on Weiss' face as she leaned in and kissed the stunned rose passionately. You flash back to the real world and see the changes take immediate effect on Ruby. Her grimace was replaced with a blushing smile to your pleasant surprise. She even begins acting like she's kissing back, her lips puckering up and searching for her partner's. You file that little detail away for later and focus on the fourth and final girl.

Weiss looked every bit like a sleeping snow angel, her hair let loose from its usual ponytail fanning out on the pillow. With eager hands, you grasp at the blanket that shelters her and slowly peel it away.

She wore a long, silk nightgown that was a sky blue in color with a frill along the collar and hems, and a little snowflake sewn just above her right breast. Her modest chest rose and fell with rhythmic breaths, almost hypnotizing you with its movements. Desire welled up inside you to hold such a delicate girl in your arms and, with a quick wish of oblivion over the other three, you climb under the covers to join Weiss.

She shifts ever so slightly in her sleep, disturbed by your unexpected presence in her bed, but remains in a deep sleep. Her sweet aroma drifts up into your nostrils, some kind of expensive shampoo you guess. You lean your head down near hers and breathe in deeply, your eyes fluttering shut as you indulge in a third fantasy of yours. You freeze suddenly as she turns in her sleep, rolling onto her side to face you. For a moment, you think she was waking up though this doesn't turn out to be the case. Loose bangs fall over her fluttering eyes to frame such a perfect face, blemished only by the scar jutting vertically across her left eye. Your gaze falls to her pale lips gently parted to allow her rhythmic breathing. You want a taste, you need a taste.

You slowly lean in and gently press your lips against hers. You note that she's rather cool to the touch as you lift your hand to stroke her cheek. She whimpers quietly, her brow furrowing as her slumber is disturbed, her crystal blue eyes fluttering open just a tiny fraction of an inch. It's not like she would be able to see you, but she would definitely feel your presence in her bed, and you highly doubt she'd be able to stay quiet about it. Amusing as such a reaction would be, a part of you would much rather keep the haughty Heiress in dreamland.