Team RWBY fails part 1

Weiss points her rapier at the sincubus, her icy blue eyes narrowing. "Step away from the girl, filth," she commands, her voice cold as the winter she commands. The sincubus hisses, but before it can respond, Ruby is already in motion, her scythe carving through the air with a sound like tearing silk. The blade catches the demon across the chest, black ichor spraying across the alley wall. It stumbles back, releasing the young girl from its hypnotic musk. Yang laughs, cracking her knuckles against her palm as she approaches the recovering demons. "Had enough yet? Or do you want another round?" She punctuates the question by slamming her gauntlet into the face of an incubus trying to rise, the impact sending a shockwave through the ground. The succubus who had been working on the father shrieks, her form flickering as she tries to flee, but Weiss is faster—a glyph appears beneath the demon's feet, freezing her in place with a layer of frost. "You're not going anywhere," Weiss says, stepping forward with her rapier poised. The freed family huddles together, watching in stunned silence as the three huntresses make short work of the remaining demons, their bodies dissolving into pools of black smoke that dissipate into the night air.

But as the last of the demonic smoke clears, the three huntresses turn to the family they've just saved, expecting gratitude—only to find something far more unsettling. The father's eyes are glazed over, his hands still roaming his wife's body as she moans against him, her lips leaving wet trails across his neck. "No... no, why did you stop them?" the mother whimpers, her fingers tracing down her own stomach toward her still-damp sex. "They were giving us such pleasure..." The young daughter, barely of age, is staring at Weiss with an expression that makes the huntress's blood run cold—not fear, but hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she takes a shaky step forward. "I... I can still feel them inside me," the girl breathes, her hand reaching out toward Weiss's armored thigh. "It felt so good... please, can you make me feel that way too?" The father groans, his erection still prominent as he pulls his wife tighter against him, his voice rough with corrupted desire. "Don't interfere with our bliss, little huntresses. You've taken our new friends away—the least you can do is take their place." The three huntresses exchange horrified glances as the corrupted family begins to advance, their movements sinuous and predatory, the demonic influence having already sunk its hooks too deep for a simple rescue to undo.

Ruby's silver eyes widen as she takes a defensive step back, her scythe lowering slightly as the corrupted family's advance forces her to reassess the situation. "What do we do?" she whispers to Weiss and Yang, her voice tight with uncertainty as the mother's hand reaches out to stroke Yang's armored bicep, her fingers leaving sliding along it. Weiss's rapier trembles in her grip, her icy composure cracking as the young daughter presses her still-developing body against the huntress's side, her breath hot against Weiss's neck as she whispers, "Please... I need something to fill the void they left behind." Yang's usual bravado falters as the father's hand cups her chin, turning her face toward his engorged member, his voice a husky command: "You owe us pleasure, little huntress—your interference demands compensation." The three huntresses find themselves surrounded not by enemies they can fight, but by victims who no longer wish to be saved, their corrupted desires turning the rescuers into the prey as the night air fills with the sweet, cloying scent of demonic influence that still clings to every breath the family takes.

The corrupted family moves with a unified purpose, their demonically-influenced bodies pressing against the huntresses with an insistence that leaves no room for refusal. The father grabs Yang by her hair, forcing her to her knees as he rams his engorged member into her mouth, her muffled protests lost against his groin as her sister Ruby lets out a sharp cry—the young daughter has slipped behind her, small hands working at the clasps of Ruby's combat skirt before guiding the huntress's trembling body down onto the alley's cold ground, her fingers finding Ruby's wetness with practiced ease as she positions herself between the silver-eyed girl's thighs. Weiss tries to summon a glyph, but the mother's lips find her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as the older woman's hand slides down Weiss's armored bodice, finding the gaps in her protection with an almost supernatural knowledge, and Weiss's rapier clatters to the ground as the mother's fingers begin their work, her other hand guiding Weiss's face toward her own dripping sex. Yang gags as the father forces himself deeper, her gauntlets useless at her sides as she feels his hands gripping her head, holding her in place with a strength that should be impossible for a man his age, while Ruby's legs kick weakly as the young girl's mouth finds her clit, the daughter's tongue working with a demonic skill that speaks of corruption far deeper than any of them had anticipated. The night air fills with the sounds of wet flesh and muffled moans as the three huntresses find themselves overpowered not by demons, well their not demons yet, but by the corrupted, infected humans they had come to save, their bodies betraying them as the lingering demonic musk in the air works its insidious influence, softening their resistance and heightening their sensitivity until each touch sends waves of unwanted pleasure through their systems. Weiss's back arches as the mother's fingers curl inside her, finding that spot with unerring accuracy, and a desperate moan escapes her lips as she feels herself beginning to respond despite every rational thought screaming for her to fight, and the mother coos against her ear, "There now, little huntress... just let go, let the pleasure take you like it took us." Yang's struggles grow weaker as the father's rhythm increases, her throat accepting him deeper with each thrust as the corruption seeps into her through his skin, and she feels her own hips beginning to rock against nothing, seeking the friction that her body now craves. Ruby cries out against the young girl's ministrations, her silver eyes fogging over as the demonic influence takes hold, her hands moving from pushing the girl away to gripping her hair, and the young daughter smiles against Ruby's thigh, knowing she has won.

But even as the three huntresses begin to succumb, a change ripples through their captors—the father's thrusts falter as his lips darken to a bruised purple, the mother's fingers still inside Weiss as black circles bloom beneath her eyes like ink spreading through water, and the young daughter looks up from between Ruby's thighs with a smile lips darkened with the sane dark circkes as her parents at her eyes, her skin flushing to a light pink hue. The demonic influence that had merely corrupted their minds now begins to reshape their flesh, the transformation spreading across their bodies like a slow tide, and the huntresses watch in horror as the family they tried to save becomes something far worse—their saviors' last chance slipping away as the newly-forming demons turn their hungry, dark-rimmed eyes back to their prey, the night air thickening with the sweet scent of corruption as the true nightmare begins.

a new presence cuts through the corrupted air—Blake Belladonna drops from the rooftops with Gambol Shroud drawn, her amber eyes widening behind her bow as she takes in the scene before her: her girlfriend Yang on her knees with a corrupted father's hands fisted in her golden hair, Ruby sprawled beneath the young daughter's probing mouth, and Weiss pinned against the alley wall with the mother's fingers buried inside her. Blake's blade wavers as the demonic musk hits her senses, her cat ears flattening against her skull as the sweet corruption seeps into her lungs, her highten fawness senses working against her, and the newly-forming demons turn their dark-rimmed eyes toward her with hungry interest, the father pulling free from Yang's mouth with a wet pop as he gestures for the huntress to join them, his voice a chorus of layered tones that speak of the demon taking shape within him: "Another one comes to share in our pleasure—how generous of the night to provide." Blake's hand tightens on her weapon as she feels the corruption beginning to work on her, her body responding to the pheromone-laden air with a warmth that spreads from her core outward, and she realizes with dawning horror that she has walked into a trap not of steel and dust, but of flesh and desire, her aura flickering as the demonic influence finds the cracks in her resolve and begins to pry them open, her blade lowering incrementally as Yang's glazed eyes meet hers, her girlfriend's voice a broken whisper that cuts through the haze: "Blake... run..." but even as the words leave Yang's lips, her hand reaches out not to push Blake away, but to pull her closer.

Blake's resolve crumbles like dust in a gale as Yang's fingers close around her wrist, the touch sending a jolt of corrupted energy through her system that makes her knees buckle, Gambol Shroud clattering to the ground as the father's voice wraps around her consciousness like silk and smoke, his words no longer needing to be spoken aloud as the demon within him reaches out to caress her mind with promises of pleasure beyond mortal comprehension, and Blake feels herself being drawn into the tangle of limbs and heated flesh, the young daughter's hand finding her ankle as the mother's mouth descends upon Weiss's mouth with a hunger that speaks of endless appetite, and as Blake's body presses against Yang's, she feels her girlfriend's skin burning with an unnatural heat that seeps through their combat gear like it's made of paper, the corruption flowing from Yang's body into hers through every point of contact, rewriting her instincts, her desires, her very nature until the thought of resistance becomes a distant memory, and Blake's amber eyes flutter closed as she surrenders to the inevitable, her lips parting to accept the father's kiss as he leans down to claim her, the taste of brimstone and honey flooding her senses as the last vestiges of her will dissolve into the night, and she hears her own voice joining the chorus of moans that fills the alley, the four huntresses now fully ensnared in the web of corruption as the father is first to fully succumb to the corruption and convert into afull fledged incubus as he kisses Blake passionately.