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Quoth the Raven
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Quoth the Raven - A RWBY Fanfiction that I'm cookin up that's helping me more on story aspects with serious subjects. (Uploads will be weekly, but my subscribestar will be a couple chapters ahead if ya wanna be ahead of the herd. If youre interested, you can just ask about it.)
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Fiction Fan Fiction Incest Mother Daughter DomSub FemaleDom
“So you’ve essentially got a case of wholesome domestic violence going on?” Nora questions, taking a sip of her drink,
“Well, I wouldn’t put it like that, but we are getting to a good place,” Yang replies, fiddling with her guitar,
“Through violence,” Weiss chimes in with a snicker,
“What can I say? Different families have different interests. We just like combat sports. Don’t judge.”
“Oh, I’m judging. I’m judging harder than your mom’s punches.”
Silent laughs are garnered from that last statement with Yang begrudgingly joining in.
“Yeah, I probably should’ve expected that,” she says, placing her instrument down, “Go ahead. Do your worst.”
“Funny how you’re gonna hear that exact sentence after dinner,” Nora piles on, earning more laughter,
“Or right before her mommy puts her to sleep.” Neon adds,
“On that topic, when she tucks you in, does she give you goodnight kisses on your scars?”
Yang endures the barrage of jokes, not caring in the slightest of how long it’ll take before they stop. She couldn’t care less if they did or didn’t. She’s finally in a place in her life where she’s spending some quality time with her mother; something she’s been needing all her life. And it only took a few weeks to get as much progress as they’ve gotten. So these jokes mean nothing to her.
But as nice as it feels that the long awaited spark with her mother has finally developed, there is one thing that’ll prove to hinder it. And that’s the involvement of Tai. She hasn’t told him about their arrangement. She hasn’t even told him about their reconciliation, period. She’s completely left him in the dark. Her friends are one thing, but someone who’s completely biased against her is an entirely new ordeal. How could she possibly convey this new development in their relationship without him freaking out? Not to mention how Ruby would react. She probably would misconstrue the entire thing all together. So it’s probably best to keep everything from them. At least until she finds a cohesive way of letting them know.
“Yeah, she probably-” Nora says before being cut off by her phone, which she retrieves, “Ah, shit. Sorry, ladies. Gotta cut this meeting short. The Masons need me tonight, after all.”
“Damn, really?” Neon questions, “I thought they said weekends were your days.”
“They did, but let’s just say their 30 years together are finally giving way and they’re grasping at straws to keep that shit alive. Doesn’t matter to me, though. $20 an hour is $20 an hour. Plus, I’ll never complain about seeing Zach and Dani. I love those little rascals.”
“Hm. Well alright, then. So we meet up at the same time tomorrow?”
“Oh, no need to disband because of me. You guys can keep having your fun.”
“Without the heartbeat of music? Yeah, no thanks,” Weiss replies, “Besides, I think we’ve got a good amount of practice in. It’s better not to overexert ourselves.”
“Yeah, I mean, we already know how much you need your energy, Yang,” Neon jokes,
“Yup,” Yang replies with a sigh, slowly growing tired of their stale schtick,
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re getting exhausted now. Mama didn’t raise a quitter, right?”
“Of course she didn’t,” Nora says, breaking down her drum kit, “No way mama would be satisfied with stamina that low.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I couldn’t imagine how bad mama’s ass whoopins would be if you didn’t live up to her expectations.”
“Heheh. Nice one,” Yang says, packing up her guitar, finally reaching her breaking point as she stands up and cracks her knuckles, “So you guys gonna quit on a high note or are you gonna keep going until mama says knock you out?”
Nora and Neon suddenly cease their chortling, fearing to even speak without the blonde brawler’s permission.
“Sorry,” Nora squeaks,
“That’s what I thought. So same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah, if nothing else spontaneously pops up,” Weiss answers, packing up her mic stand, “And if so, we can just unanimously blame Katt.”
“Yeah, sure. What else is new?” Neon whines.
After packing up and loading up their gear, the group exchange goodbyes before heading to their respective homes. On her drive, Yang repeats the gratuitous jokes from Neon and Nora. Sure, they were just having fun with meaningless words, but something about their words is really sticking with Yang. This isn’t the normal relationship for a mother and daughter to have. And while that’s the most fun about this arrangement, she can’t help but feel that there’s another element that they could add to their relationship. Like there’s something missing that could really cement their places in each other’s life.
But before she can give it much more thought, she’s interrupted by the sound of her ringtone ringing in her helmet. Knowing it’s Raven, she answers the call with,
“Hey.”
“Hey. You’re on your way back, right?”
“Just passing the light as we speak.”
“Good. You’ve been decent with being here on time lately. I don’t want you slipping up. Judging from your past, there’s no telling what sets you off track.”
“Well, before, the thought of being near you made me sick to my stomach. And now I get to beat the hell outta you. So ... yeah, I’d call that a pretty sizable draw to come home.”
“Heh. That’s what you wanna call it? You must’ve been out smoking whatever you kids do nowadays with your little buddies if you’re this delusional.”
“Funny how that exact line of thinking more often than not ends with you being put promptly on your ass. Practice went great, by the way. Thanks for asking.”
“Ah. Right. Your little band. How could I have forgotten?”
“Yeah, as difficult as this is to believe, the world doesn’t revolve around you. I’ve got my own things going on, too.”
“Alright, now you’re starting to piss me off.”
“Cool. Do something about it, then.”
“ ... Ok. Just remember, you asked for it.”
“Can’t wait. Just promise you’ll bring your A-game, yeah? That’s the only time when it’s interesting.”
And with that passing comment, Raven hangs up, having had enough of her daughter’s antics. Yang chuckles from the interaction, proud of herself as she accomplished her mission of aggravating her mother. Not only because it’s fun to do so, but also because she found out that Raven is far more entertaining to spar with when she’s angry. So she’s surely in store for quite the workout when she gets home.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have to wait for long as she finally reaches the driveway. She parks her bike before taking off her helmet and checking her phone to ensure the others got home safe. And if the ongoing anime war that was apparently going on for a while is anything to go off of, it’s safe to assume the best.
Yang then shifts her attention to the time, which reads 9:10. It’s still so awkward to actually appear before curfew for her. She hates the restraints that it puts on her. Hindering her fun, taking away her choice, it’s almost like a prison. At least, that’s how it felt before. Now she has some kind of compensation for it in the form of beating up her own mom. And she relishes the prize. And now is the time to claim it. She pockets her phone and makes her pursuit to the front door, barely able to contain her excitement for what follows after opening it.
But after entering her tranquil household and shutting the door, she’s taken off guard as she’s instantly met with complete and utter darkness. Not a single shred of light is shining in the house. No main lights, no miniscule LED lights from the TV or smoke detectors, there’s not even any street lights shining from the blinds, which she now notices are covered by thick sheets. All she can see right now is pitch black darkness.
Amused, Yang takes a few steps forward, using her reliable familiarity of the layout of the house to her advantage. Feeling every molecule of the objects around her. Hearing for any trace of vibrations that Raven will inevitably make. She wholeheartedly intends to make good on her promise she made to Raven.
As she amplifies her senses to locate her target, Yang’s excitement grows with no signs of slowing. Any other person would no doubt be bitching about the “unfairness” of their current situation. But not her. If anything, this type of challenge is exactly the kind of training she needs. Any situation that forces her to use everything in her arsenal is the most ideal situation in her book.
So she’s exercising those abilities, listening, hearing, smelling even. Doing every possible thing she can do to track her prey. Then she finally hears something. A blunt object landing a few feet to her right. Clearly, a distraction to throw her off guard. She’s close.
What follows is a series of brief but continuous sounds in all directions, trying to accomplish the same goal. Rampant footsteps to her right. A sliding object to her left. Bumps and tumbles from above. Snide whispers from behind. But none of them are working. Or at least, not fully. Of course, they’re taking effect, but only for increments at a time. Yang knows better than to give Raven more than what she’s already giving.