Ruby

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Beacon Academy's training grounds as you finished your combat drills. The late summer heat had left your body glistening with sweat, your workout clothes clinging to your muscular frame. The scent of your exertion - that intoxicating cocktail of masculine pheromones, salt, and musk - hung heavily in the air around you.

Ruby Rose had been observing your training session from a nearby rooftop, ostensibly to study your fighting style. But as the wind shifted, carrying your ripe aroma directly to her sensitive nose, her original purpose was forgotten. Her silver eyes dilated as she inhaled deeply, her petite body trembling with barely restrained need. A small trickle of drool escaped her parted lips as she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together beneath her combat skirt.

"O-oh my Oum…" she whispered hoarsely, "T-that smell… so strong… so perfect…"

With a burst of rose petals from her semblance, Ruby appeared suddenly before you, her face flushed crimson. She swayed slightly on her feet, her breathing ragged as she stared up at you with desperate hunger. Her small hands clutched at your damp shirt as she pressed her nose against your chest, inhaling your scent like a drug.

"P-please… just… just let me… sniff… oh god yes…" she moaned, her voice muffled against your sweat-slicked skin. "I n-need… need to get closer… to your… your…"

Her words dissolved into needy whimpers as her hands wandered lower, drawn irresistibly toward the source of that intoxicating musk between your legs. The normally heroic huntress-in-training had been reduced to a quivering, scent-drunk mess by your overpowering masculine aroma.

The combat arena's lights hummed overhead as you stepped onto the training floor, fresh from a week-long wilderness survival exercise without access to showers. Your clothes were stiff with dried sweat, your body radiating an intense, primal musk that would make most people recoil. But as Ruby Rose took her position across from you for your scheduled sparring match, her reaction was anything but normal.

The moment your odor reached her, Ruby's knees buckled. Her silver eyes rolled back as her nostrils flared wildly, drinking in your ripe, unwashed stench. A visible shudder ran through her petite body as her combat skirt darkened with sudden moisture. Her Crescent Rose slipped from suddenly limp fingers as she brought both hands to her crotch, pressing hard against herself.

"O-ohhhh n-no… not this… this strong…" she whimpered, her voice trembling as much as her legs. "Y-you… you smell like… like heaven… like… sniff… like perfect… m-male…"

Before you could react, Ruby collapsed to her knees, crawling toward you with desperate, jerky movements. Her hood fell back, revealing her flushed face and saliva-slick lips. Each breath she took seemed to push her closer to the edge, her hips grinding mindlessly against the floor.

"F-fight? I c-can't… can't think…" Her words dissolved into a high-pitched moan as she buried her nose in your groin, inhaling your concentrated crotch musk like a dying woman offered oxygen. "J-just… just let me… sniiiiiff… OOOOOOOHHHH~!"

Ruby's body locked up suddenly, her back arching violently as her scent-drunk mind finally short-circuited. A gush of fluids soaked through her skirt and stockings as she experienced a full-body orgasm from your stench alone. Her scream of ecstasy echoed through the arena as she flopped onto her side, twitching and gasping, her silver eyes completely unfocused.

From the observation deck, Professor Goodwitch's clipboard clattered to the floor as she witnessed her top student reduced to a quivering, cum-stained mess by nothing more than your unwashed masculine aroma.

Your apartment smelled like sex, sweat, and utter corruption. Ruby Rose's once-pristine red cloak now served as a makeshift bed beneath your gaming chair, permanently stained with your musk and her endless arousal. The former huntress-in-training lay curled at your feet like a pet, her nose pressed against the sweat-damp fabric of your boxers as you casually played video games.

Every so often, you'd shift slightly, allowing fresh waves of your crotch stench to waft over Ruby's face. Each time, her body would convulse in miniature orgasms, her ruined pussy adding yet another layer of slickness to the cloak beneath her. Her silver eyes - now permanently glazed with scent-addled bliss - rolled back as she inhaled deeply.

"M-master… please…" Ruby's voice was hoarse from days of constant moaning, her lips cracked from licking your sweat. "Need… need to taste it… properly…" Her trembling hands reached for your waistband, her face a portrait of desperate devotion.

You granted permission with a lazy grunt, not even pausing your game. Ruby sobbed with gratitude as she peeled your boxers down, her tongue immediately lapping at the thick accumulation of smegma and sweat beneath your foreskin. The moment your unwashed cockhead touched her tongue, she came hard enough to squirt across the room, her scream muffled by your balls as she deepthroated your shaft purely to savor your ripe pubic stench.

Downstairs, your neighbors had stopped calling the police about the constant moaning. The officers all knew better than to investigate - the last responder had walked in on Ruby drinking your post-workout ball sweat from a shot glass and promptly quit the force.

As Ruby began her 47th orgasm of the evening, you idly wondered if Beacon Academy had declared her missing yet. Not that it mattered - your scent-slave would never leave willingly. Not when your unwashed groin offered heaven with every sniff.

The RWBY dorm room reeked of masculine corruption. Ruby Rose stood before her teammates with the zeal of a cult leader, her silver eyes gleaming with perverted fervor. On the desk between them sat your week-old compression shorts - a hardened, crusted monument to ball sweat that made the air shimmer with musk.

"Guys, just one sniff," Ruby begged, her voice trembling with barely restrained arousal. "I promise it'll change your life! Master's scent is… is transcendent!" Her thighs rubbed together compulsively, her soaked panties visible through her skirt.

Weiss Schnee recoiled, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Rose! Have you lost your- sniff -oh… oh no…" Her protest died as a stray molecule of your groin stench reached her nostrils. Her pale skin flushed crimson as her body betrayed her, one gloved hand drifting unconsciously to her suddenly damp crotch.

Blake Belladonna's feline senses made her even more vulnerable. Before she could flee, Ruby shoved your fermented underwear against her face. The faunus's golden eyes blew wide as your concentrated ball musk overloaded her sensitive nose. Her knees hit the floor with a thud as her tongue lolled out, lapping at the salt-crusted fabric like a cat in heat.

Yang Xiao Long lasted the longest. "Okay, that's fucking disgusting- sniff -wait… why does it… why does it smell good?" Her lilac eyes darkened with dawning addiction as she inhaled deeper, her mechanical hand creaking from how hard she was gripping her own thigh. "Oh fuck… Rubes… what the hell is in this? I can't… can't stop sniffing…"

By dawn, all three huntresses lay in a twitching, cum-soaked heap, your sacred shorts passed between them like a holy relic. Ruby watched with pride as her sister Yang tongue-fucked the crusted pouch where your balls had rested, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face. Weiss was busy rubbing her soaked crotch against the waistband while Blake alternated between sniffing and licking the ass-stained rear.