Yang
When I wake up, my arms are aching, probably from all the punching I did the day before. Blake's already up. The sounds of the city are entering the apartment through the broken window, so I can't hear what she's up to.
I get off the bed and head into the kitchen, where I find my wife with a coffee mug in her hand. It's the one I got her as a joke birthday present in our second year at Beacon, with a picture of a grumpy cat printed on the side. The caption reads "hey! I'm on the mug I'm drinking from!" At the time, I figured it'd be funny because she's always so grumpy in the mornings. When she unwrapped it, she glared at me but couldn't suppress her smile for long. I then gave her her real present; a small yin yang necklace with crystals on it. She still wears it every day.
"Morning," she greets me, smiling.
"Hey, gorgeous," I reply, also smiling. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah. Best sleep I've had in a while, actually. You?"
"You could say it was… troubled, but I've had worse."
"Something wrong?" Blake asks, her voice suddenly full of concern.
"Yeah, I've been kinda fucked up since yesterday."
"Perfectly normal. You did kill someone, after all. Can't have been easy," she tells me softly. "In fact, I'd be more worried if you weren't feeling weird about it."
"It's not that I killed Cinder," I reply slowly. "Well, it is sorta."
"Then what's wrong?" We sit down together on the couch, and I find myself wishing the window wasn't broken.
"Blake, I didn't tell you the full story of what happened when you were unconscious. I didn't need to kill her." I pause as she looks at me, no emotion showing. "When you hit the wall and didn't move, part of me thought you were dead. Rage took over me and I beat Cinder to a pulp. When her ribcage collapsed, I didn't stop punching. I continued to pound after her skull was dust and… I actually enjoyed it."
"You enjoyed it?" she asks, sounding concerned but somehow not surprised.
"Yeah. Somehow, and it makes me sick to think of it, but it felt good to pound the life out of her."
"Yang," Blake starts quietly, putting her hand on my leg. "You thought I was dead. You were angry; you didn't have a clear head."
"Yeah, but still."
"Still nothing," she replied, still quietly but a tad forcefully. "I know you. If you went outside and tried to kill someone now, with no emotions clouding your mind, you wouldn't be able to bring yourself to do it, never mind like it."
"I guess you're right."
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I would've murdered the bitch too, if I thought she'd killed you." In a weird way, that statement does help. Blake's one of the most level-headed people I know and would never insinuate that someone deserves to die; if she feels as though she'd have done the same, I don't feel as bad about it.
"Thanks for the talk," I tell her, before pulling her in for a kiss. It's short, soft, but it conveys more emotion than some of our most heated make-out sessions. Somehow, it reassures me that she's not gonna look at me any differently because of what I just told her. "I'm going for a shower," I announce, standing up suddenly. "Oh, wanna call someone to replace the window?" I add.
"Sure. See you in a bit," Blake replies as I walk towards our bedroom. I leave my clothes in a heap as I enter the bathroom. Once in the shower, I stand there, doing nothing other than thinking while hot water runs down my naked form.
After a few minutes, I decide to actually wash my hair and body. When that's done, I close my eyes and relax, trying to clear my head. It works, and I enjoy a brief moment of peace before a sudden chill behind me jolts me back to reality.
Lemons inbound
"Mind if I join?" Blake's voice asks, and I hear the door close. I feel the onyx-haired Faunus' hands run up and down my body, feeling my curves and caressing my breasts. Her hand comes to rest on my right nipple as she begins kissing my neck, and I moan as her lips find just the right spot. She takes my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and starts rolling it around, occasionally pulling on it.
I turn around and bring my lips crashing down on her own as my hand makes its way to the back of her head to pull her close. She pushes her tongue into my mouth and wrestles with my own, vying for dominance of the kiss. I move my other hand slowly up her stomach until it reaches her smaller breasts, where I begin massaging the soft mounds. She moves her lips back down to my neck and starts kissing again, occasionally leaving soft nips with her teeth. Her head then moves even lower, and her mouth latches onto my left nipple. She swirls her tongue around the hardening bud before beginning to suck on it.
I moan again as her hand finds my other nipple and she starts pinching it. Her other hand traces a slow line down my stomach and comes to rest just above my mound. I try to push her hand down further, to the spot begging to be touched, but she resists. For good measure, she bit the nipple she'd been sucking. I flinch a little at the unexpected pain as her hand finally starts moving again, even slower this time.
Despite the pleasure on my chest, it feels like an eternity until Blake brushes my clit with her finger. I shudder at the pleasure, but she moves her hand away. I groan in frustration, prompting her to remove her mouth from my breast and look at me questioningly.
"Is something the matter, babe?" she asks with a teasing smile on her face. By this point, my pussy is practically aching with arousal and I'm tempted to pleasure myself, but I know Blake has something in mind.
"No," I reply.
"Good." She continues sucking on my nipple and brushes my clit a few more times, never lingering more than a second and never giving more than a faint touch. After what feels like hours, I feel her finger at my slick entrance, the very tip of the digit almost inside me. "Someone's eager," Blake observes. Without warning, she suddenly thrusts her finger into me, curling it to hit my G-spot. My legs go weak at the intrusion as she very slowly moves her finger in and out. It feels amazing, but after all the teasing I need more.
"Faster," I tell Blake quietly.
"What was that?" she replies, grinning mischievously.
"Faster," I repeat, louder this time.
"You want me to go faster?" she asks as she starts rubbing my clit with her thumb.
"Yes…" I gasp at the contact.
"Beg," she tells me simply, pulling her finger out of me and bringing her thumb to a halt.
"Excuse me?" I ask. Yang Xiao Long does not beg, even when the most beautiful Faunus on Remnant tells me to.
"You heard me," she replies, slowly sliding two fingers into me as she starts circling my clit with her thumb again.
"No." She continues her ministrations agonisingly slowly. I need release, but there's no way she'll make me beg for it.
"Do you want to come?" she asks, adding a third finger but not changing the speed. She's hitting my G-spot with every movement, but still going far too slowly for my liking.
"Yes…"
"So beg." She hasn't sped up or slowed down at this point, and I know it's a battle of will. Unfortunately, I also know she's more patient than me.
"Please…" I mutter hesitantly.
"Speak up, honey."
"Please, Blake…" I repeat. "Make me come."
"Since you asked so nicely," she tells me, looking into my eyes. She starts pumping her hand considerably faster and I moan in pleasure. I lean against the shower wall as my orgasm builds. A fourth finger enters me as Blake's thumb continues rubbing my clit. I soon cry out as a dam breaks inside me and I ride the waves of pleasure, bucking against Blake's hand.
She removes her sticky fingers as I recover, breathing heavily. When I open my eyes, the Faunus is licking her hand clean. I take her hand into my mouth and suck what's left of my juices off it, enjoying the taste of myself.
"Wanna go somewhere more comfortable?" I ask, turning off the water and opening the door. We exit the shower and hurriedly dry each other off. Blake leaves the bathroom first and my eyes follow the swaying of her ass as she walks. She turns around when she reaches the bed and I find myself staring at her shaven mound instead.
I walk towards her and push her onto the bed, straddling her as I kiss her. I slip my tongue into her mouth and explore the moist cavern while I pin her wrists above her head. I soon begin laying a trail of gentle kisses down her body until I reach her pussy. It glistens with arousal as I stare at it, breathing in the scent of her musk.
As much as I want to dive right in, I decide to pay her back for the teasing earlier and begin kissing her inner thighs instead. After a few seconds, I take a long, slow lick along her slit, tasting her wetness. It's sweet, as usual, and I hungrily begin eating her out.
Spreading her outer lips with my fingers, I flick my tongue over her clit, eliciting a quiet moan. I slip a finger from my other hand into her as I start swirling my tongue around Blake's swollen bud. She moans louder and twitches when my finger hits her G-spot.
Adding a second finger and sliding both in and out, I wrap my lips around her clit and begin sucking on it. I remove my fingers and start licking Blake's clit again before moving down and placing my tongue over her entrance. I circle it briefly before pushing my tongue into her, tasting the inside of her pussy. I move my tongue in and out as she continues to moan and start rubbing her clit with my thumb.
"Fuck, Yang…" she mutters as I move my tongue back up to her clit and push two fingers back into her. I suck on the bud as I start pumping in and out, curling my fingers with every thrust. She gets louder as I speed up and start sucking harder.
After thirty seconds of this, Blake screams in pleasure as her back arches. Her walls contract around my fingers as she drenches my face in fluids. I slowly pull my fingers out as she begins taking irregular gasps of air and give a few last licks over her whole pussy. I then kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. She soon flips me over and starts licking all her juices off my face.
"Lap it up, kitten," I tease, before she forces her tongue into my mouth to shut me up. Granted, making out is better than talking. After biting on my lower lip, she pulls away and tells me to sit up.
"Spread your legs," she orders when I comply. I do so, and she copies me. She then gets between my legs, placing hers on either side of my body. I realise what she's doing as her pussy meets my own and she starts grinding.
I throw my head back in pleasure as her clit rubs against my own, and I wonder how we never thought of doing this sooner. Meanwhile, Blake's moaning just as loudly as I am. She reaches over and starts squeezing my tit, adding to the pleasure I'm feeling. I grab the back of her head and pull her towards me so I can kiss her as our pussies continue to rub together.
We cry out simultaneously as we both climax and collapse sideways, just lying there as we recover. We kiss gently and our hands roam as we bask in the afterglow of multiple orgasms.
Lemons finished
Elsewhere…
A tall man stands on the catwalk overlooking the large main room of the complex. He observes the sight before him, marvelling at the technology he helped develop. Workers swarm the area, prepping various pieces of equipment for a dozen different purposes. The arsenal presented to the man would make the Atlesian military officials cower in fear, should it be used against them. And it will, he thinks. Everything will burn.
His coat trails behind him as he heads to a different room. He passes employees in the hallway, none of whom dare make eye contact. The brim of his hat, tilted low over his face, hides the most terrifying part of his person: eyes blacker than a Beowolf's fur. There is no other colour; the whites, irises and pupils blend seamlessly together to create an intense stare ordinary people are petrified by.
The man reaches his destination; a room full of cages, oversized test tubes and computers. Lab technicians exit in a hurry as the man surveys the fruits of his scientific labours. Grimm, rendered unrecognisable by extensive experimentation, stare back at him. Those Huntsman will never know what hit them, he thinks. His lips part in a twisted smile, revealing two rows of razor sharp teeth.
A/N: Hello everybody. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. So, foreshadowing. Where's this gonna lead? I haven't the foggiest. If someone could pop into the future for a bit and let me know, that'd be great. Anyway, I hope the smut wasn't too bad. As a sixteen-year-old male, I don't exactly have experience to draw on in this particular area. Moving on. Leave a review and follow/favourite if you want. Thanks for reading.