Blake panted in her room, soft fingers tracing a path down her belly toward her core. Her vision had narrowed, her fluffy cat ears down, as the heat leeched her of her strength and left her... wanting.
Blake knew exactly what to do, she had experienced this before, back when she was still a member of the White Fang, back when she was with him. She remembered having such a good time with her previous partner when her cycle came around, the way he would worship her body, making her squirmed under his every touch and making her begs him for more. Unfortunately, that all came crashing down once her eyes were open to his changes. Gone was the kindhearted man who only wanted justice for their kind, gone were the man who would hold her close on a cold night, replaced by a shell of his former self. A chill runs by her spine when she remembered his smile.
But that was all in the past. Now she was a huntress-in-training at one of the best academies on Remnant, shrouded by friends and a certain blonde that Blake desperately wanted for him to help her with her current situation.
Oh, she wanted him, resisting the urge to rise and stalk and pin him down the moment she could sniff him out, to taste him, tofeelhim... she whimpered as the flood of fire in her sex redoubled at the imagery, and she pressed her right hand against her wet leggings and against the moist opening beneath craving a male's touch.
She rubbed, teased, massaged, all of which had placated her in the past.
But not this cycle. It wasn't the same. She slid down from her knees to her belly, rear elevated into the air as if that might afford her some new delight, but no, all it did was increase her awareness of what she lacked.
She moaned, as much from frustration as need, heedless, daresay evencalling outtoward, the set of footsteps her sensitive hearing detected nearby, footsteps which halted just past her door and then returned.
Her head craned upright and bright amber eyes stared at the white door as a familiar voice called in, "Blake? Was that you? Are you okay in there?"
"I am very muchnotokay." she almost answered, ears perked up as she took a deep breath, smelling a male which she preferred more than most so near at hand, and shivered with the urges telling her to leap and drag him to the ground.
"Blake?" She whimpered faintly at the concern so prevalent in his tone. "Damn it! Blake, I'm Coming in!" Jaune announced, and he pried open the door with force.
He found her there in that awkward, lewd position, expression strained, and immediately his concern was replaced by embarrassment. "...Blake?"
"Jaune..." she whimpered again, their gazes meeting. She could smell him even more potently now, the musky aroma mix with a much more feminine one on him told her that he was just training with someone, she fought back the frown that appeared on her face and focusing to basked on his scent.
"Are you hurt?" he asked as he approached her.
That was all that she could resist. She abandoned the futile attempt her fingers had been up to and instead shifted her arms up underneath her, taking the stance that her instincts urged her to, and before the knight could react, she had pounced.
She caught him easily as his eyes went wide and he let out a panicked shout, and together they landed hard on the messy down which served as her bed with Blake poised above him, her face mere inches away from his own. He groaned wordlessly at the impact. Her plush lips pressed against his own roughly, nipping until he parted and allowed their tongues to meet and twine about. In no time she had his pressed down, savoring the rich flavor. She could taste the meat from lunch, which only pleased her more, if she had a tail instead of hr cat ears, they would be swinging right now. Her hands however were not idle. They were busy tugging at the armor he wore. He managed to get his arms up and push her back a few inches, each of them panting, confusion evident in his expression. A thin strand of saliva still connected their mouths.
"B-Blake, what are you doing?" he protested weakly.
She looked into his eyes again, his soft Blue gone thin with a mixture of fear underneath all else, her own amber orbs so bright and sharp andhungrywith the desire singing in her blood. "Jaune, strip." she breathed out, frowning, yanking on the wretched steel which kept him all locked up tight.
"What?" he uttered. She growled as her fingernails, more akin to claws just then, scratched and raked at the bindings preventing her from getting his bare skin exposed. "Strip!" she said again. He blinked at her like a mouse caught by the castle cat, but something in him seemed to recognize after a few more moments that she was not in fact going to eat him, and that she was quite earnest in her attempts to peel him out of his armor, and he stopped resisting to assist her.
"I need to sit up to get this off."
The cat faunus reluctantly eased back and allowed him to rise enough to drag his plate out of the way, his sleeves and gauntlets following suit, but her patience was too short-lived at this point to allow him to remove the rest. "That's enough." She pressed him back into the bedding and yanked at the waistband around his hips, and the moment his unmasked scent hit her nostrils alongside the sight of several welcome inches of undeniable masculine flesh, Blake's eyes dilated, she went stiff, and a small climax rolled through her with a pleased little moan.
"Oh yes!"She shivered, but the heat pooling in her belly was hardly diminished. She still craved what she was smelling, and she smiled widely, instincts coming on harder now.
She dropped down to really get his scent in her lungs, cheek pressed up against his erection. Jaune watched her apprehensively and kept silent as Blake inhaled, then her tongue darted out, ensuring that she was very much pleased with his taste here, too, but how could she possiblynotbe thrilled? Her mate was proving to be everything her desires craved. She licked from base to tip, drawing moans from each of them, though in her case it was more of a deep murr of satisfaction. She lowered one hand between her legs and tore through the sopping wet fabric as easily as she would a rabbit's fur, offering a kiss to the throbbing meat before her mouth, and rose, climbing over top her mate.
"W-wait! The cond-" whatever needless reassurance Jaune had meant, Blake didnt listen as she wanted to hear no more protest from the man underneath her as she guided him into that aching cleft between her thighs. Her ears stood upright as he entered and with each inch that filled her up, Blake felt like she was about to explode. And she did as he bottomed out, pulling a low howl from the cat faunus as her second orgasm took place.
"Oh gods," Jaune uttered. Shame, pleasure, embarrassment, excitement, and a minor note of remaining fear made for one very complex swaying expression upon the blonde knight's face in response to her actions.
He placed his hands upon her hips, as they had nothing else to do just then, and Blake raised one hand to tear through the fabric restraining her breasts. She caught a soft white nipple between her fingers, delighting in the additional wave of sensation, and carefully rose, leaving only the throbbing tip inside before plunging downward again. They began to rock together then, building a slow and sensuous pace as she took complete control. It was all that Jaune could do not to spill his seed into the fertile young woman atop him in the first few minutes, but he felt compelled to warn her as his plateau neared all too soon.
"Aah, Blake!" he exhaled hard, "I can't hold back much longer!" Ignorant though he may be about women in most regards, his upbringing ensured that he knew that releasing within her might very well lead to complications that neither of them were ready for, and he tried, in vain, to stop her, to at least withdraw long enough to empty his seed across her thighs or her belly, but Blake caught his hands in her own and kept going, panting, arching her hips up and driving them back down again with no regard for the distant future. All that mattered was the next stage of bliss. There was nothing more that he could do, and in truth, deep down inside, he did not want anything different.
He cried out her name yet again as thick strands of burning cum spurted into her innermost folds, and with each gooey deposit Blake felt, she moaned like a proud and eager bitch. She came alongside him for several long, blessed moments, and then finally stilled there, panting.
Unfortunatey fir Jaune, her thirst would not be quenched so soon. Since, for a cat faunus, their heats would last for a week, and so long as Jaune was not dragged away to attend his other duties, she intended to have him inside of her as often as she could.
But for now... she felt satisfied, and tired. Blake relaxed and eased down atop her mate, his softening cock still wedged inside of her, ensuring that his seed would not go to waste dribbling down her legs.
"Thank you... Jaune." she murmured sleepily, and kissed him. He kissed her back with only a little less passion than their earlier smooches and sighed when she pressed her head next to his and began to drift off into a welcome nap.
"Mother, are you in there?"