Team Rwby fails part 2

The incubus tongue invades her mouth with a hunger that transcends human limitations, his newly-formed incubus body radiating an aura of pure desire that washes over Blake like a wave of molten honey, and she feels her combat gear beginning to dissolve under his touch, the fabric unraveling like it's made of smoke as his clawed fingers trace down her spine, leaving trails of fire that make her arch into him with a desperate whimper, and when he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are pits of liquid darkness that reflect her own corrupted form back at her, and he speaks in that layered voice that now sounds like a choir of fallen angels: "Let us show your lover what you truly are, little cat." The incubus's hands find the collar of Blake's combat top and tear it away with a single motion, the shredded fabric falling to the ground as her breasts are bared to the night air, and Yang's glazed eyes focus on her with an intensity that makes Blake's skin prickle with anticipation, her girlfriend's hand reaching out to cup her breast with a touch that burns with the same corruption now flowing through Blake's veins, and the incubus chuckles as he hooks his claws into Blake's belt and rips her pants away, leaving her in nothing but her underwear as Yang's breath catches in her throat, and the incubus's voice drips with satisfaction: "She is beautiful, is she not? The perfect vessel for our new family." Blake's ears flatten against her skull as the incubus's claws hook into the waistband of her panties and tear them away with a single motion, leaving her completely naked before Yang, her body on display as the corrupted huntress's hand slides down from her breast to trace the curve of her hip, and Blake feels no shame, only a burning need as Yang's fingers find her wet and ready, and the incubus steps back to watch as Yang pulls Blake down onto her lap, the two lovers now fully claimed by the corruption as the other huntresses struggles lessen, and Blake's head falls back as Yang's mouth finds her neck, her voice a broken moan that echoes through the alley as she surrenders completely to the pleasure that awaits her.

The mother and daughter's bodies begin to convulse, their forms shifting and expanding as the corruption completes its work, her skin takes on a faint purple luminescence, her eyes becoming vertical slits of burning amber as a pair of leathery wings tear through the skin on her back , unfurling with a wet tearing sound that mingles with her cry of ecstasy, and the daughter's transformation mirrors her mother's, her youthful frame into something more sinuous and predatory, her face sharpening into a mask of inhuman beauty as her own wings emerge, smaller but no less menacing, and together they rise , their bodies now fully those of succubi, their voices joining in a seductive laugh that makes the air itself feel thick and heavy with desire, and they turn their attention to Weiss and Ruby, who have stopped struggling and now watch with glazed eyes as the mother-daughter pair approach, their clawed hands reaching out to claim the two remaining huntresses as their own.

Ruby and Weiss's hands move of their own accord, their fingers finding the clasps and zippers of their combat gear with a desperate urgency that speaks of surrender, and as the mother and daughter succubi draw closer, their wings casting dancing shadows across the ground, the two huntresses begin to strip themselves naked from their tathered clorhing, their movements slow and deliberate as if in a trance, Weiss's white hair cascading over her shoulders as she shrugs off her jacket, her corset following moments later as she bares her pale skin to the night air, her nipples hardening in the cool breeze as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pushes them down, stepping out of them with a grace that belies her corrupted state, while Ruby's hands are less coordinated but no less eager, her cloak pooling at her feet as she tears at her own clothes, her corset unlaced with shaking fingers, her skirt falling away to reveal her long legs, and she stands before the succubi in nothing but her underwear, her silver eyes now glazed with the same corrupt light that burns in the eyes of her sister yangs, and the mother succubi's voice purrs through the air: "Yes, let us see what lies beneath the armor of the huntresses," and Ruby's hands find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with a single motion and letting it fall to the ground, her small breasts bared to the hungry gaze of the demons, and Weiss follows suit, her bra joining Ruby's on the ground as she cups her own breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples as she lets out a soft moan, and the daughter succubi giggles as Ruby's panties are the last to fall, the fabric sliding down her thighs to pool at her ankles as she steps out of them, completely naked now, her body on display for the demons that will claim her, and Weiss's panties follow a moment later, the white fabric joining the pile of discarded clothing as she stands naked before the mother succubi, her body trembling not with fear but with anticipation, and the mother succubi's claws trace down Weiss's stomach, leaving trails of fire that make her arch into the touch, her head falling back as a moan escapes her lips, and the daughter succubi's hands find Ruby's hips, pulling her closer as she presses her corrupted body against the young huntress's naked form, and Ruby's arms wrap around the succubus's neck, pulling her into a kiss that seals her fate, the taste of brimstone and honey flooding her senses as she surrenders completely to the corruption that now owns her body and soon the demons will devour their souls.

and the mother succubi's lips follow the path of her claws, trailing down Weiss's stomach with a tongue that feels like liquid fire, tasting the huntress's skin as she goes, and Weiss's body arches into the touch, her hands finding the succubus's head and tangling in her hair as she pulls her closer, wordlessly begging for more, and the mother succubi's wings wrap around them both, cocooning Weiss in a shroud of leather and desire as her mouth descends lower, her tongue parting Weiss's folds with practiced ease, and Weiss cries out, a sound that is part pleasure and part surrender, as the demon's tongue works its magic, drawing out every ounce of resistance until there is nothing left but need, while nearby, the daughter succubi has laid Ruby back on the pile of discarded clothing, her body pressed against the young huntress's as she kisses down her neck, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin before she bites down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through Ruby's system, and Ruby's hands claw at the succubus's back, leaving scratches that heal almost instantly as she pulls her closer, her legs wrapping around the demon's waist as she grinds against her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her corrupted form, and the daughter succubi laughs, a sound like breaking glass, as she positions herself between Ruby's legs, her own body shifting , changing to accommodate the huntress's needs as her demonic clitoris gloes a erie violet. It starts swelling, and extending ito a demonic phallus as the daughter transforms her self intoa sinccubus and theusts into Ruby's moist cunt , a sensation that is both physical and spiritual, as if the demon is filling every empty space inside Ruby with her essence, and Ruby's back arches off the ground as she screams, her silver eyes flashing with corrupt light as she climaxes, her body convulsing beneath the succubus as she gives herself completely to the pleasure, and the daughter sinccubi drinks deep of the energy released, her own body growing stronger as she feeds on Ruby's surrender, and across from them,, the incubus has Yang bent over a crate, his hands gripping her hips as he takes her from behind, his pace relentless as Blake watches from the ground, her own body still twitching from her earlier release, and the incubus's voice is a low growl as he speaks: "You were strong Yang, but even the strong must fall," and Yang's response is a guttural moan as she pushes back against him, her corrupted mind only able to focus on the pleasure, on the need, on the demon inside her that is now a part of her, and Blake crawls toward them, her body aching for more contact, for more corruption, and she reaches out to touch Yang's face, her fingers tracing the lines of her lover's features as Yang's eyes meet hers, and in that moment, there is a flicker of something—recognition, love, loss—but it is quickly swallowed by the haze of corruption as Yang leans down to kiss Blake, their mouths meeting in a desperate tangle of tongues and teeth as the incubus continues his assault, and the corruption spreads between them like wildfire, binding them together in a web of depravity from which there is no escape, and the mother succubi, having brought Weiss to the edge of climax multiple times without letting her fall over, finally takes pity on her prey, her tongue flicking once more across Weiss's clit before she pulls back, her face glistening with the huntress's juices as she smiles, a predatory expression that promises both pleasure and pain, and she positions herself above Weiss, her body shifting to accommodate her, and she lowers herself onto the huntress, her phallic tip tali slithering andventering her with a single, fluid motion that makes Weiss scream, her nails digging into the succubus's hips as she is filled, the sensation overwhelming her senses as the mother succubi begins to move, her pace slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that matches the beating of Weiss's corrupted heart, and the daughter sinccubi continues with Ruby. lowering herself onto the young huntress, her body fitting against Ruby's like a key in a lock, and they move together, the four of them lost in a symphony of pleasure and corruption, their moans and cries mingling with the sounds of the night as the demons feed, drawing out the huntresses' life force with every thrust, every kiss, every touch, and as the climax builds within each of them, the corruption reaches its peak, the huntresses' bodies beginning to shift, their skin taking on the faint luminescence of their demonic lovers, their eyes changing, their souls being devour by the very creatures they had sworn to destroy, and when the final wave of pleasure crashes over them, it is not Weiss, Ruby, Yang, and Blake who lie in the aftermath, but four new demons, their forms twisted into something beautiful and terrible, their minds filled with the same hunger that drives their creators, and the mother succubi looks down at liliths underling, Weiss, and smiles, her voice a purr of satisfaction: "Welcome to the sexbeast family."