The Conquerors bloodline

Irritation was all Adam felt as he pushed through the halls of the Vale compound. It had been days since the operation to capture the Schnee's went bust. It had been planned for the entire day, for hours after hours with Adam and his colleagues standing over a table filled with papers and blueprints of Vale and its sewer system.

Yet still, they failed. That person, Parc Evans. He'd ruined everything. Saved the Schnee's. Just that was enough for him to be declared an enemy of the faunus. No one who assisted those bastards deserved anything else.

"Taurus."

Adam's warpath halted, his head turned and met the cold lustre of brown eyes gleaming in the shadows. A form stepped out and into the light, a man with two large fennec ears peaking through his crimson hood.

The form was familiar and certainly unwelcome. Turning in full to face the tan skinned man, Adam growled. He wasn't supposed to be here.

"Fennec. Last I checked you were set on staying in menagerie with your brother and Sienna."

Fennec interlaced his fingers over his chest and cruelly smiled.

"I am. But after recent… happenings, Sienna is worried about how your actions may influence the rest of the Fangs."

"My 'actions' were to help the faunus. All of us. Not just the Fang."

Adam marched towards Fennec and glared him in the eyes from a hairs breadth distance.

"Yes, I am aware. But that doesn't give you the allowance to simply initiate such high scale operations without permission. We have a certain manner to things Adam. When the stakes are as large as they were, you are to first contact the relays and await permission to act."

Fennec skirted to the side, unfurled his fingers and hung his hands by his side whilst scanning the hallways for any one who could hear them. There weren't any.

"There wasn't any time."

Adam spun to follow Fennec, his voice raising in harshness.

"If I had contacted the relays Jacques would have long been gone. I made the executive decision as the leader of the Vale branch to capture Jacques Schnee and his progeny. My intel was solid, we planned it out again and again, ran through dozens of scenarios-"

"And yet you don't have either of the Schnees to show it."

Spinning around, Fennec grunted with his eyes coldly drilling into Adam. He didn't flinch.

"Even if you had captured them, your operation was out of line. Our name is now thrown about in worse straits than it already was. Our members are fearful of leaving the compounds in case both Hunters and law enforcement discover them and arrest them. There are specialist groups who are hunting. You. Down. While you may not have gotten the Schnee's, you did get other powerful people within Vale. Most of whom we had no interest in dealing with bar being nuisances towards. Now though, you've made everything much, much worse for us."

Taking out a file from his pocket, Fennec fixed a piece of broken nail he'd been fiddling with as he spoke and allowed Adam the chance to retort. He couldn't, all Adam could find himself doing was grinding his teeth to dust in frustration.

"Considering you have nothing else to say, I will pass on the last of Sienna's message. In the coming days the other branches will denounce your actions and claim you to have betrayed the White Fangs cause."

"What!?"

"Now, now, this is merely formalities to lessen the impact of your actions on the whole. You will not truly be removed from our circles. In fact, you will be free to keep on as you were. But you will be expected to reign yourself in at times."

Taking a few steps, Fennec gave Adam a parting nod but paused by the bulls side as he was grindig both his teeth and clenching his fists till his nails dug into his palms.

"I have delivered Sienna's message. I will be leaving, but before I do. I must say Adam. I didn't think you had it in you. I always found that girl to be holding you back, with her gone you've shown you have what it takes to be a brilliant leader. That speech you gave your people was perfect. Pity we have Sienna to guide us."

Adam stilled, tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes behind his visor and met the side long eyes of Fennec that conveyed exactly what he was thinking.

"Good day, Taurus. Do be more careful in the future. There is little we can do to protect you now."

Disappearing into the shadows, Fennec's form shifted and corrupted before entirely fading into obscurity. His semblance, shadow walker, which as its name implied allowed him to move between shadows was highly versatile though not all powerful. His brother, Corsac had a similar semblance though in all points was the exact opposite, he could move between locations of light making his semblance extraordinarily powerful in the day time.

Adam lingered on the shadow Fennec had parted through for a bit longer. Cracking his fingers with a clench then loosening his grasp he continued his march through the halls and to the medbay all the while pondering Fennec's parting words. That offerance, it was sweet, but nothing Adam had any interest in, not yet at the least. He was still a small wheel in the machine that was the white fang. Seeking the position of High Leader was idiotic.

Sienna's actions while much more active in comparacane to the past High leader, Ghira Belladonna, had gained her the most support from all over Remnant. To even get to the point of claiming that seat would require many months—no, years of work building up his name.

Coming to stop before the doorway leading to the medbay, Adam cleared his mind and pushed open the door. Inside he was greeted to the bright lights beaming down from the ceiling and several empty beds and a single bed in use. Its inhabitant had her arms and legs strapped down with leather so she didn't assault any of her compatriots.

The girl was the same gecko faunus who'd been strangled by Evans those days prior. Initially she'd been quite ravenous whenever she woke up. Frequently having to be sedated to keep her from attacking. Eventually that lead to her bindings being put together.

Stood not far from her, dressed in a lab coat and wearing a pair of particularly square shaped spectacles was another woman. This compounds doctor.

Both girls tilted their heads up at Adam's appearance and the doctor immediately pepped up, a bright animate smile bursting into action on her face. A slight sparkle of womanly curiosity thinly hidden behind the licking of her lips with a serpents tongue.

Stepping closer Adam focused on the patient.

"How are you feeling?"

The girl jolted and diverted her head downwards.

"I'm fine… better. I haven't been having any attacks for a while."

"I see."

Turning to the doctor, Ms. Sangria Garnet, Adam nodded to the side and indicated for them to speak in bit more privacy. The woman, though mature held a childish excitement to her and practically skipped after him while her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth absolutely loving his smell.

As she walked her bosom rippled within the bursting confines of her top and soon she came to stop just out of the girls earshot.

"Have you figure out what made her go mad? Was a semblance ruled out?"

Sangria nodded and smiled spritely.

"As far as we have been able to tell there are no longer any traces of any foreign aura within her body. But as some of the men were made abundantly clear, she was still under the influence of something. After reading your report on the situation I saw something about that man spritzing some kind of liquid onto her face?"

"I remember. Is that what caused her to do that?"

Sangria nodded, head swivelled then stopped when she saw her note pad and quickly rushed to grab it.

"It is, it is. I was able to collect a sample and whilst doing that I realized it had a particularly potent smell-"

"Smell?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, it smelt of pineapples and semen."

Licking her lips, Adam shivered at the clearly lusting sparkle in her eyes. He was half tempted to bolt out of the room right at that moment.

"An addictive smell. I asked a few of the others to smell it and that's when I discovered something utterly fascinating about whatever she'd been smelling. It changed depending on who was smelling it. Some of the girls smelt strawberries, another lavender, then another dirt and a freshly mown lawn. Most surprisingly though, none of the men could smell anything, nothing at all. It was like they were simply sniffing a cotton swab and thinking me insane for smelling something that apparently was not there but clearly was because I have evidence that it was and witness testimony to prove that there was in fact something deliciously fragrant coming off of Jades face."

Adam blinked a few times at the barrage that was the final fast fired sentence.

Seeing his reaction Sangria went silent. She chuckled awkwardly then continued.

"Anyways. I sent that off to a contact I have at the Greater Vale Metropolitan Hospital, and asked him to run it through their machinery—he's a human in case you're wondering—and when the results came back it was an astonishing discovery."

Adam nodded, he'd blanked out a while ago but now was drawn into interest.

"You know what that was?"

Sangria beamed, head nodding furiously.

"Sweat."

Adam blanked.

"Sweat?"

"Sweat. Well, no, not just sweat, but in a large part, sweat. There's a few other things blended into it, things I can't even comprehend. Apparently there's some type of spore in there as well and that's what I presume to be the leading cause of what had happened to her. Whatever those spores were were sucked in through her breathing where they lodged on her lungs and spread around whatever this scent was-"

"Garnet! Please, for the love of everything just explain this in simpler terms."

A red shade stole Sangria's pale cheeks and she felt the urge to squirm in excitement. But she didn't. She'd certainly be squirming with her hands between her legs later but not right now.

"Oh, uh, yes. I apologize. Simply fascinating stuff we've discovered."

"I don't care. I just want to know what happened to her."

Sangria's tongue flicked out in acknowledgment.

"In simpler terms, whatever was sprayed on her face was a type of powerful, powerful aphrodisiac and presumably some type of drug that left her in a heavily suggestable state."

"An aphrodisiac? So she was attacking us because she was getting off?"

The doubt blared heavily in his voice.

"Yes and no. She was attacking you because she was suggested to attack. The arousal was just the manner of getting the suggestion to stick. Apparently that man said if she could defeat you all he'd make her his wife and stop the intense arousal she was feeling."

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Adam scowled, the man deserved death for playing with their bodies like a toy.

"Sir—Adam. I have a request."

"That is?"

He narrowed his eyes to half moons.

"That man, Parc Evans. If possible I would like to speak with him about this drug of his. Or at least, I need a bigger sample to test with."

"Why?"

Lips curling to her ears, Sangria seemed to beam like a car with the highlights on.

"I won't go too into detail, but I noticed when Jade came in she was on her menses."

Adam cringed, of all the things he didn't want to hear about, that was one of them.

"Not the most pleasurable thing to talk about with you men, but I noticed something off about this one. Jade often frequents my clinic as she has a more frequent cycle than the other girls. See, Jade suffers from a rare sickness."

Sangria lowered her hand to her stomach and circled the part around her groin before continuing. Meanwhile, Adam chose not to follow her hand, much to Sangria's distaste.

"It's rare, extraordinarily so. In essence, her ovaries are incapable of producing eggs. Which, if you know anything about how women work. Means she is for all intents and purposes, infertile."

Tilting his head up he saw the Jade girl staring up at a television hanging over her bed and struggling to press buttons on the remote to change the channel from a nature documentary. It was a sad, and shocking revelation. He knew how important some women found the thought of having children to be and being told that that was an impossibility must have been painful for her.

"Frequently, Jade comes to me and asks me to test for eggs. I have tried to tell her there's no point, but she's persistent so I just gave in and tested again and again. But this time, out of pure curiosity I decided to inspect a sample of her… you know what. And that's when I found eggs. Perfectly healthy eggs."

"She's not infertile anymore? How is that possible?"

"I haven't the faintest."

"And you think this… whatever it is Evans has is the reason behind this?"

"To a degree. Jade is a single girl and while her sickness isn't particularly well documented, there have been cases of women with it becoming pregnant not very frequently, but it happens. But let's say this drug is what has caused her to ovulate normally…"

Sangria trailed off, allowing Adam to finish for her.

"It may cure the disease."

She smirked at his shock.

"Who knows, it might even affect other types of diseases, fibroids, perhaps it might even have another effect that we might not even be aware of. This would make waves in the medical community if its true."

"And I'm guessing you need more of this drug to test it."

"Maybe even the mind behind it. If I can burrow into that brain and figure out how he made it—if he's the one who made it. I could make a name for myself. Prove myself to all those people who saw me as worthless because of my race."

Nodding, Adam stilled.

"Garnet. I cannot promise you I'll capture him. This man has made it clear he is not an ally of us. I will try. But I'm not going to go out of my way."

"I don't ask you to. Just give it some thought. That is all I ask."

"I will."

Feeling a buzz in his pocket, Adam dug out his scroll and opened it. Soon exclaiming when he saw a message from one of the interrogation operatives, he'd assigned to one of the captives from the Charlatan operation.

"Damn!"

He spat and without much else spun around and burst out of the room leaving Garnet mouth agape and whining depressedly.

"I was going to ask if you'd like to have a few drinks and maybe go out and do the dirty, but okay."

Sighing, Sangria was quickly taken aback when Jade called out to her.

"Um, Sangria. I know they don't want you to, but do you think you could let me out of these now. My hands are numb."

Jade attempted to lift her hands but the restraints prevented her going any farther than a centimetre or two.

"Oh yes, of course. I've been meaning to take those off for a while now."

Quickly making her way to Jade's side she unbuckled the restraints on her right wrist them moved around the bed to do the left one. Free, Jade rubbed her wrists and stretched her fingers before laying her hands down over her pelvis and leaned into the bed.

"Can… can I ask you something else?"

"Absolutely."

"In my pants from the operation I hade a small little jar of water. Can you get that for me. It's very precious to me."

Sangria hummed curiously but shrugged the unusual request aside and swiftly moved to the cabinet all Jade's clothing and equipment had been stored in—of course after cleaning—and dug through the collection of items, lien cards, and a few pieces of jewelry, soon finding something resembling a small thumb sized jar with a metal cork in it.

Taking it back to Jade, the girl took it and held it dearly to her chest.

"What is it?" Moving to her desk, Sangria laid down her clip board in a neatly fashion and asked.

"River water. It's from my home town back in Mistral. It helps remind me of home."

"Really? That is very sweet. I can't imagine what it must be like, being so far from home for such a long time. It must be quite lonely."

Hearing a soft pop behind her, Sangria perked an ear but swiftly ignored it as her own machinery had a tendency to make odd noises at times.

"It was."

Suddenly, Sangria jerked. Jade's voice, it was too close. Like she was stood behind her. With her spine tingling ominously, Sangria turned around and fell backwards as a mist of liquid covered her. She clattered against her desk, knocking over pencils, pens and even her precious clipboard but caught herself by catching the desk itself.

"What are you-"

In a single breath, Sangria smelt pineapples and semen. She was silenced, her skin turned red and her entire body convulsed as pangs of desire attacked her lower half bringing an uncomfortable moistness to her crotch and panties.

Lifting her eyes she saw Jade grinning manically while looming over her. Jade's own skin had gone red and a dripping of drool—no, water—no, that drug, trickled down her lip.

Licking them, Jade trembled then shot her gaze to the door. It was still open. She couldn't have that. Making large strides, she shut it then latched it shut then returned to Sangria just as she collapsed onto the ground.

"What-what have you done to me?"

Sangria trembled, her hands digging unconsciously between her legs and began to stroke her moistened pussy through her undergarments.

Jade simply grinned and lifted up her gown to show off her plain white panties Sangria always provided the long term stays in her clinic. The panties were damp and clung to every bit of brown fuzz that covered her crotch, they'd even dug into her slit and conformed to it.

Reaching out, Jade moved closer, grabbed Sangria's head and pressed her pussy into the womans face.

Sangria was unable to react, unable to stop her. Swiftly her eyes hazed over and her tongue snaked out to kiss and lap the fragrant nectar spilling from Jade. Soon that became all she could think about, the blended scent of a woman's arousal and that drug had addled her mind enough that she could only lift her hand up, clamp them down on Jade's pertly bottom and peeled the sodden panties down and off.

That night, Sangria had discovered yet another thing.

Women tasted delicious.

And that drug, it was addictive.