Tags: Fluff(?), Sweet Sex, More First Times
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Chapter 3: Use Positive Reinforcement
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By the time Blake got back, Weiss nearly cried in relief at seeing her.
The heiress was shaking with strain, crushing herself up against the door of the cage, trying desperately to extend her legs as much as possible. She'd jerked awake hours ago to find her legs cramping horribly, and by now Weiss swore she could feel her muscles tying themselves into knots. Her increasingly frantic struggles had managed to tip the cage over, and she panted with her face pressed into the floor, sweat pouring off her. The tiny enclosed crate trapped every one of her ragged breaths, heating up the inside to sauna-like temperatures. Her new angle let her catch a glimpse of the edge of the window, and she had watched as the light slowly changed, fading from yellow to orange, then red, and finally disappearing completely as night fell, the room sinking into darkness.
And then the door burst open, hard enough to bounce off the wall. Lights turned on, making her squint, and hurried footsteps crossed the room towards her.
"Princess? Are you alright?"
The part of Weiss's mind that wasn't drowning in relief was taken aback by the genuine worry in Blake's tone. She let out a pained grunt, pressing herself harder against the bars, and heard Blake speed up in response.
"I'm sorry Princess, I didn't mean to take so long." Blake's voice was agitated, and bags thumped and clattered against the floor as she rushed to put them down, knocking things over. A moment later she crouched down in front of the cage, the lock rattling in her haste to undo it. "Something came up and it ended up taking longer than I thought, and then the trams-"
The door opened. The moment she felt it give way, Weiss kicked off the back wall, launching herself out. She collided with Blake, interrupting her and actually managing to knock her over, sending them both sprawling on the floor, the faunus landing under her with a loud 'oof'.
Weiss didn't care. She was half sobbing in relief, her whole form shaking with it. Her legs screamed at finally being allowed to straighten, and she clenched her eyes shut, gasping and clutching at the spasming muscles in her thighs. She opened her mouth wide, gulping down cool fresh air that wasn't full of the stink of sweat or her own breath, feeling it press soothingly against her overheated skin.
Arms wrapped around her. She flinched, expecting Blake to be angry, but the faunus shushed her, easing her back down. "Shh. It's alright, Princess. You're alright." She made no move to sit up and just held onto her as she murmured softly. "I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to leave you like that." Shifting around, she pulled Weiss up so that she was settled more comfortably on her chest, tucking her head under her chin, heedless of the sweat covering her. One hand rose to cup her jaw, holding her close, while the other traced circles on her back. "I thought I'd be back within an hour or so at most."
Blake was sorry? The thought didn't seem to want to fit in her head. But her arms stayed gentle around her over the next few minutes, holding her as the pain finally began to fade, and as Blake continued her quiet murmurs of 'I'm sorry', it finally began to break through.
Weiss tried to make sense of that. Blake, apologizing. Feeling guilty. The implications weren't lost on her. That, on some level, Blake felt some kind of responsibility for her. Maybe not genuine affection, but at the very least a need to avoid hurting her unnecessarily. A duty of care.
Weiss couldn't understand it, how the faunus could flip from threatening and humiliating her to suddenly feeling sorry so easily. But the revelation was still reassuring. There were lines Blake wouldn't cross. She wasn't going to just keep her locked in that little box, only bringing her out to play for a while before cramming her back in.
Assuming this wasn't an act, of course. Nothing but a trick to open her up just so Blake could plunge the knife in twice as deep. It was an insidious thought, one that sank in roots immediately and refused to let go. But, against her better judgement, Weiss dared to believe it, if only because she desperately wanted it to be true.
Blake sighed into her hair, the sound still faintly remorseful. "We'll suspend your punishment for today. We can just add the points to tomorrow."
She was still going to punish her? This wasn't enough yet? Weiss couldn't quite hold back her disbelieving scoff.
Blake heard, of course. She didn't seem upset, merely tapping a rebukeful finger on her head. "This wasn't a punishment, Princess." She lectured. "This was an accident, and I'll make it up to you. But having an accident doesn't change the fact that you broke the rules. But," She added. "I'll take some points off, since it was my mistake." Blake paused for a moment, thinking. "You were at nine today. So you can start tomorrow with… four points. Three." She amended. "Alright?"
Resentment still stung her chest, but she swallowed it, nodding once. It wasn't as if she could argue. The faunus tucked her face into the top of her head, stroking a hand through her hair. "Good girl. Here."
Something pressed against her lips. Without thinking she opened them, and Blake's fingers pushed it inside. She sucked on it instinctively, and blinked. It was sweet. Some kind of candy.
"There you go." Nails scratched behind her ear, feeling better than she cared to admit. Blake sat up, still cradling her to her chest. "There you go. You're a good girl, Princess."
Weiss rolled the candy around with her tongue. It was… a reward? For cooperating? She couldn't help the little flash of contempt. Did Blake really think a piece of candy was enough to sway her?
Still, it did manage to calm her, though probably not for the reason Blake intended. But the simple fact that she rewarded her at all was a reassurance. She seemed to have softened quite a bit, but Weiss had still been worried that Blake intended to simply beat her into submission. But apparently she was planning on using the carrot and the stick.
The realization also brought with it its own new share of worry, however. As far as the various forms of psychological manipulation went, it was rather basic. A reward when she obeyed, and a punishment when she rebelled. It was entry level psychology, and one of the softer forms of mental conditioning that she knew of. But basic didn't mean ineffective, and just because she was aware of what Blake was doing didn't mean she would be able to stop it from working. She wasn't foolish enough to think she would be able to resist forever. Given enough time, it would certainly begin to wear away at her. Still, if Blake's idea of a reward was a single piece of candy, Weiss thought she would be fine for a while.
Gently, Blake pushed her back, until she was sitting upright on her own. Then she slid out from under her and stood, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder until Weiss straightened. "I got some things for you. Come look."
She didn't trust whatever Blake offered to be anything but degrading. Still, morbid curiosity had her looking up, turning her eyes towards the bags the faunus had brought. She scooted closer, watching as Blake began emptying them.
Pet supplies. Another bag of dog food, along with a pair of metal bowls. They even had 'Princess' printed on the front. Leashes of various length and thicknesses. There were also new bottles of shampoo and conditioner- for humans, she noted with relief.
Her gaze was drawn to another bag, larger than the others, and the one that Blake was currently unloading, setting its contents on the floor in front of her.
Collars. Over a dozen. It looked as if Blake had raided the entire stock, scooping up every type she could find. The faunus finished laying them out and turned towards her expectantly. "Are there any you like, Princess?"
Weiss stared at her, and then down at the collars. While unpleasant, this wasn't really a surprise. After the pet name, and the cage, and the- everything else. She'd been expecting something like this.
She hadn't been expecting Blake to make her pick, though.
Feeling a little lightheaded, she ran her eyes over her available… options. Her stomach squeezed when she saw what was undoubtedly a shock collar, and a pile of steel chain that took her a moment to recognize as a choke collar. Next to it was a terrifying looking thing lined with metal prongs turned inwards, obviously designed to dig into the neck when pulled tight.
A tremor crawled down her spine. Maybe being allowed to pick wasn't so bad.
Thankfully, there were other, less intimidating options. There was a row of ordinary looking ones of different designs and materials. There were a couple that looked similar, but rather than being a single loop they were two interconnected ones of different sizes. Martingale collars, like the ones on the racing dogs her father used to keep. There was a harness, which she doubted would even fit her. There was another collar, thick and heavy, with what looked like a handle built into it.
She looked over them again, trying to decide on one that would be slightly less awful than the others. The shock collar and that horrid spiked thing were immediately discounted. For a minute she eyed the choker, simply because out of all of them it was the one that looked the least like it belonged on a dog. It would be like a necklace, she told herself. A heavy, ugly necklace, that also functioned as a convenient way to throttle her if Blake ever wanted to. A literal noose around her neck. She shivered, and moved on.
Tentatively, she settled on one of the martingale collars. It was a strip of black leather with heavy white decorative stitching running along the edges, connected on the ends by a small loop of chain. It looked… better, than the rest. And these collars were designed specifically to avoid hurting the neck, she remembered.
Still uncertain, but with few alternatives, she sat back, lifting it up. Blake straightened from where she had been watching, leaning with her hip against the desk. "That one?" She asked, bending down, and the movement made Weiss abruptly realize that she was, literally, kneeling at the faunus's feet. She itched to move but held back, only lifting the collar higher, not meeting her eyes.
Blake plucked it from her hands, turning it in her fingers, humming. "I liked this one too." She said, and that alone made Weiss wonder if she'd made a mistake, somehow played into her hands. Blake noted her sudden hesitation. "I'll get you a new one later if you want. We don't have to keep this one forever."
Somehow that just made it seem worse.
Dipping long fingers into one of her pockets, Blake fished out something small that clinked metallically as she lifted it, affixing it to the front of the collar. Tags, she realized. One was a deep purple, cut to mirror the flower that was the Belladonna family crest. It was finely carved, enough to make her think it might have been taken from a piece of Blake's jewelry, rather than a pet store. The other was a name tag. Solid black, it glinted softly, and as Blake lowered the collar towards her it slowly spun, letting her see the thin white lettering etched onto the front.
'Princess'.
Before putting it on her, Blake unwound the bandages from her throat, leaving it bare. Weiss squeezed her eyes shut as she felt it close around her neck, swallowing thickly, feeling how the collar restricted the motion. The leather wasn't rough, exactly, but it wasn't soft either, and the coarse material chafed, irritating her skin and making the still raw bite on her throat throb.
Slipping the tip of her finger through one of the metal rings, Blake tugged lightly, making it tighten, and Weiss winced.
Blake noticed, letting go. "To tight?" Reaching up, she pulled at the collar, adjusting it. Weiss bit her tongue and held still, trying to ignore the sting of pain that came with every shift of the collar. But Blake was surprisingly gentle, being careful to avoid prodding her neck as much as possible. A moment later she leaned back, admiring her work. "There."
The collar now was loose enough that it hung low around her neck, resting lightly against the hollow of her throat. Weiss turned her head experimentally, and found that the front only barely rubbed. Far better than the constant abrasion from before. The back of her neck still itched where the leather rested against it, but she was hardly going to complain about something so small compared to what could have been.
Blake pulled on the metal link once more, but this time the leather only squeezed her neck lightly before stopping. The faunus gave it an experimental yank, but the collar did as it had been designed to and didn't tighten further. She hummed appreciatively.
There was a full length mirror hanging from the bathroom door, and Blake guided her to it, prompting her to look. Weiss stared hollowly, gaze slowly drifting across her reflection as it looked back at her.
She was still naked, of course. Still kneeling on the floor at Blake's feet. The black leather stood out starkly against her light skin. A slash of solid black on a canvas of white and pale pink, dragging the eye towards it, impossible to ignore. Her breath froze for a moment at the sight of it, her chest falling still.
Exhaustion pulled at her suddenly, her eyes ached once more, and everything crashed down on her again, all at once. Sleep had given her time to recover, but she was still brittle, still one tap from falling apart.
None of it felt real. A part of her was still waiting to wake up and realize that it was all a dream. To get up, get dressed and go back to class, go back to Blake only giving her the barest amount of attention, back to when things made sense and the heiress to the wealthiest family in the world didn't have to sleep naked in a cage on the ground. Wasn't this fragile looking girl huddled on the floor with bags under her eyes and a collar around her neck and teeth marks in her throat.
Shock, probably, she diagnosed. A common response to great and sudden change. She wanted it to go away. She couldn't stand the little niggle of hope it planted in her chest.
Blake's hands slid across her temples as she pulled her hair back into her usual offset ponytail, slipping a hair clip in to hold it in place. It was shaped like a little crown, and Weiss blinked slowly as she looked at it, chest growing heavier. 'Princess'. It was like a bad joke.
But then Blake met her gaze in the mirror. Her amber eyes were slightly widened, and there was a faintly wondering smile tugging at her lips. "You're gorgeous, Princess." She whispered, and her voice was soft, almost reverent in its sincerity.
Weiss stared at her dumbly. Her mind went quiet, her spiraling thoughts wiped away by the sheer unexpectedness of the moment. Blake was still staring at her, and Weiss could feel her cheeks begin to warm at the naked adoration on her face.
Without looking away, Blake knelt down behind her, laying her hands on her shoulders while her chin came to rest on top of her head. Her larger frame seemed to swallow Weiss's, surrounding her on all sides, and her pale form almost seemed to glow when framed against her dark outline.
"Look at you." She whispered thickly. "Just perfect."
A shiver rippled through her, from her head down to her feet, and something small and bright rattled around in her chest. Blake's words, her tone, the way she looked at her- it was to much. She didn't know what to do with it, didn't know how to receive it.
Weiss couldn't seem to remember how to breathe properly as Blake's arms slid down around her shoulders, and the faunus nuzzled her face into her hair as she hugged her to her front. "You're beautiful, Princess." She said, inhaling deeply before letting it out in a sigh. "I just wish you would stop looking so sad."
Heat washed across her face, even as shock and uncertainty flooded her. She didn't know what this was, where it was coming from, if it had always been there and she had just failed to see it. It seemed ludicrous. Blake didn't want her to be sad? Then what did she want? After everything, what else could she possibly be hoping for? The sheer emotion pouring off Blake was overwhelming, and Weiss was frozen, with no idea how to respond. She'd been bracing herself, but not for this. Tension snapped through her, because for the first time Blake was being kind, and she didn't know why.
Blake's hands slid under her, and she lifted her up as she stood, turning. Her sheets were still dirty, so she moved to Weiss's bed instead, carefully setting her down on the mattress. Weiss tensed, her hands clinging onto Blake's arms. The faunus shushed her and eased herself free, laying her back, thumbs rubbing smooth circles on her skin. "Shh. It's alright. I promised to make it up to you, Princess."
She didn't know what that meant. She didn't know, but she was beginning to suspect, and it left her whole form shaking. Her mind was chasing itself in circles, and it didn't occur to her that she had the option to move, staying on her back as her eyes followed the faunus around the bed.
Blake turned on the camera again. Though it hadn't moved at all, still sitting on its tripod in the corner, Weiss had nearly forgotten about it, and her heart squeezed when she saw it, speeding up.
"Hey, hey. Calm down." Blake called softly. "It's alright, Princess. Just look at me."
Her voice pulled her attention back towards her, and Weiss watched as she began to undress, feeling her pulse pounding in her throat. When she was done Blake climbed up onto the bed, crawling forward until she was kneeling on top of her, leaning over her.
Blake was staring at her neck again. At first Weiss thought she was examining the collar, but then it was unceremoniously pulled aside, exposing her throat, and she realized she had been mistaken. There was a keenness in Blake's eyes that Weiss had only seen when the faunus was looking at the bite on her neck, an almost greedy light, like the mere sight of it was enough to captivate her.
Her 'mark', Blake had called it. Weiss hadn't paid attention at the time, had chalked it up to nothing but feral instincts. But was there more to it? Some meaning she wasn't privy to?
Weiss didn't know what to do. Yesterday had been… yesterday, and the shower had been nearly as big a shock, in its own way.
But right now, Blake was making her intent clear. She wasn't trying to trick or unsettle her, and somehow that just made everything even more confusing. Weiss was in bed, naked, with Blake hovering over her. It was night, and the room was dark. She didn't know why that would make it different, but it did.
Weiss shivered irregularly, the tremors repeatedly bursting upwards before dying down again, and her jaw trembled even after she tightened it. She was frozen and melting at the same time, emotions to blended up to recognize spilling through her ribcage, frantic energy setting her blood tingling.
She didn't know what was going on. She couldn't ignore the weight of the collar around her neck, or the way her throat throbbed with every beat of her heart. But Blake wasn't looming over her anymore, not trying to threaten or frighten or off-balance her. In fact she was the opposite, her every touch bleeding care. She leaned down and kissed her, and it wasn't the callous thing from before. It was slow and deep and achingly soft, and the only reason Weiss stayed frozen was because she honestly didn't know how she was meant to meet it.
Blake pulled away, sitting back, giving her space. "Relax, Princess. I'm only doing this so you feel good. I want you to enjoy this."
'Why?' She wanted to ask. Her mouth opened, something beginning to slip free.
Fingers covered her lips, silencing her before the words could escape. Blake gave her a stern look, though her eyes stayed soft. "Don't speak. You'll have to show me, Princess."
Show her what? Weiss couldn't see how this helped Blake, how it was part of her plans. She couldn't bear the thought that it might not be, that there were no ulterior motives for this, that the faunus was only doing it because she wanted to.
Blake brushed her hands over her shoulders, down her arms, like she was trying to smooth away the shaking. She bent down and rubbed their cheeks together, nuzzling behind her ear, kissing along the curve of her jaw. Gradually, Blake's hand worked its way steadily downwards, moving closer and closer until it finally slipped between her legs, and Weiss didn't think to stop her until it was already done. Blake stroked her fingers across her, massaging her with her palm, and a gasp stumbled its way out of her mouth.
She didn't mean to respond, hesitantly lifting her hands to wrap them around Blake's shoulders. She'd intended to just lay back, to not give anything but the bare minimum Blake managed to drag out of her.
But she was just so tired, so lost and unsure about anything anymore. She'd sank lower than she had even thought possible, and it had left her emotionally drained to such an extent that it hurt, how empty her chest felt. She hated how torn she was, both desperate for the kindness and utterly humiliated by it.
It would be so easy, to give in. To let herself be soothed by Blake's soft touches and quiet murmurs. To forget that this woman was the one to cause all the pain to start with.
Her hands were slow, uncertain as they brushed across the hard bones of Blake's chest, mirroring the feelings swirling inside her. Was she even allowed, to enjoy this? Surely she wasn't. Surely there was some rule that forbid it, some law against taking even the slightest bit of comfort from her.
A single finger slipped inside her, pumping slowly. Blake lowered herself, kissing her again when her mouth fell open. It felt natural, for her arms to rise and wrap around Blake, to pull her closer and bury her face below the faunus's neck.
It was just acting, she reminded herself. She was just playing along. There was nothing wrong with that.
Blake pulled back, but immediately returned with a kiss on her cheek. "Relax, Princess." She whispered. "Relax." She repeated the word, punctuating it by pressing her lips to her again. To her temple, her brow, the corner of her eye, across her nose. "Relax. It's ok."
A second finger joined the first, and Weiss squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip. It was fine, if she was just acting, right?
She unlocked her throat. A tentative, wavering moan slipped free, and Blake sped up, encouraged. She already knew everywhere to touch and she stroked through her gently, every movement made with excruciating care, and Weiss whimpered, arching towards her.
'Oh Gods' was what wanted to come out. But Blake had already warned her against speaking, and she desperately wanted this moment to continue, to not taint it with thoughts of punishment or the future or the reality she had suddenly found herself in. So she clung to the words trying to escape, tried to keep them hidden behind her tongue and half succeeded, managing to stop anything but a quiet 'Oh, oh, oh!' from slipping free.
It seemed that was enough for Blake, because she didn't shush her. She bent down to bury her face in her neck, placing an open mouthed kiss on her throat, and Weiss let her head fall back. She didn't know what Blake was doing, didn't know what the bite meant, but her lips were tender against her skin, and that was enough. The fingers in her bent, twisting just so, and she groaned, clinging to the faunus as she shuddered her way through it.
When her orgasm came, it was small. Gentle. It rippled through her in a way she'd never felt before, and it was like all the stress and confusion was soaked up in it, draining away and letting her really breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. The weight in her chest fell away, leaving it so light and clear it stung like cold, clean air, so sweet that tears filled her eyes, spilling over until she tasted salt on her lips.
Blake carefully brushed them away, cupping her cheek. "Are you alright, Princess?"
She didn't know what she was. She didn't want to. She just wanted to stay there, in that moment, for the sun to never rise and this dream to never end. So she answered by shoving herself up, crushing their lips together. She pushed on Blake's shoulder and was surprised when the faunus gave easily, letting Weiss roll on top of her. Blake bounced a little when her back hit the mattress, and black hair spilled out to pool around her, looking like puddled ink against the white sheets.
Golden eyes looked up at her, brimming with emotion, almost to bright to look at. This was what the carrot really was, she realized, not some silly piece of candy. It was this kindness, this adoration. It was everything she had ever wanted from Blake, but never thought she could have.
'Take it.' Those eyes whispered. 'Take it. You can have it. As long as you're mine.'
She didn't know how to answer just then, didn't want to have to try. So instead she bent down and kissed her again, pressing her palms to her face to pull her closer.
Blake's hand rose, fingers slipping into her hair, cradling the back of her head, and Weiss shuddered, sucking in a trembling breath around her lips. More tears spilled out, because Gods she wanted this, she wanted it so badly. Wanted so much for this to be true, to believe it was real. She kissed her harder, taking as much as she dared, just in case it wasn't, in case she never got to feel this again. It might be poison, might kill her later, but for now it made her feel more alive than anything ever had.
She ripped herself away, panting raggedly, head spinning. Her fingers sank into Blake's hair as she hunched over her, drinking in the sight of her. The shape of her eyes, just slightly pointed. The angle of her cheekbones. The dip of her lips, the curve of her neck, the slant of her collar, the swell of her breasts, and she slid her hands down towards them, before abruptly she realized-
She had never even touched Blake yet.
It was an absurd thought, more instinct than anything. But this was the third time they'd done this, and as far as she knew Blake hadn't orgasmed once yet. She hadn't seemed to want to either, content to focus her attention of Weiss instead.
She hadn't touched Blake yet. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what she liked. She didn't know anything.
Weiss opened her mouth without speaking, uncertainty holding her in place, and Blake's eyes shone. "You're adorable, Princess." She murmured. "Oh, you're perfect."
Weiss flushed, heat racing all the way to her ears and down her neck. Blake sat up, and in this position Weiss was practically in her lap, knees resting on either side of her hips. Their bodies were nearly flush with each other, and the faunus closed those last few inches, settling her hands on her hips and pulling her close. She leaned down to kiss her, and Weiss shivered when the length of her body shifted across her front, feeling the muscles of Blake's stomach rippling between her legs.
She rolled so that they were on their sides, still giving Weiss a slight advantage in height. It was similar to their position before, but more even, less intimidating.
Bright eyes blinked up at her. "Take your time, Princess." She said softly. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
The words managed to pierce her haze, making her consider the idea of not doing this, never touching Blake. Instantly she recoiled from it, at being that much of a coward and letting this moment pass by unheeded.
It firmed something in her chest, overriding her nervousness, letting her roll so that she was on top, leaning in to kiss her again. Blake brushed her hand up and down her back, trailing fingers along her spine, mouth moving easily against hers. She stayed that way until Weiss finally began to move again, fingers drifting uncertainly over her, but slowly speeding up, growing bolder. Across her chest, along her sides, dipping into the hollow of her hip.
Finally, hesitating, Weiss moved down, pressing between her legs, and Blake sucked in a breath. She was already wet, already hot against her hand, parting around her finger with the slightest pressure, and Weiss was inside her almost before she realized it.
Blake tensed, mouth parting, a stuttering sigh brushing across her lips, the sound filled with relief. Weiss flexed her hand and she clenched, arching up towards her with a groan, and any doubt she'd had that Blake hadn't orgasmed yet was wiped away. Weiss had barely touched her yet, was barely even moving, and it already felt like she was on the verge of climaxing.
She followed Blake's example, moving slowly, watching for her reactions. A minute in and the faunus's tail rose, metal coils twining themselves around her wrist, tugging beseechingly, trying to make her hurry, but Weiss kept her pace, determined to learn as much as she could. When she slid an inch deeper Blake's walls spasmed around her, and when Weiss carefully curled her finger she tensed, squeezing her eyes shut and panting through her teeth, ears pressing flat to her head. It was mesmerizing, watching her expressions shift, the strain painted so clearly across her face, and she never wanted it to end.
But then-
"Please." Blake gasped, the word bursting out desperately, and Weiss stumbled, her thoughts whiting out. "Please. Just- just a little further."
Feeling like she was dreaming, Weiss obeyed, sliding her fingers deeper, and watched as those eyes rolled back, Blake hunching inwards, bending around her. The faunus was gorgeous, panting hard, and Weiss had to bite her lip to keep from speaking. She watched Blake's face contort, sucking in air between her teeth. She pressed a little harder, and her spine arched. "That's it." Blake panted breathlessly. "That's it. That's-"
She cut off with a cry, grabbing her head as she curled inwards, spasming around her fingers. Her legs tightened, clamping around her waist, pulling her closer and causing Weiss's hand to become caught between them.
The feeling was intoxicating, the sound burning through her in a second flat, making her head spin as the echo reverberated loudly in her skull. Recklessly, she tensed her arm, making her fingers buzz as they came to life, and Blake curled in towards her, pressing her head into Weiss's chest, muscles convulsing, straining against her, cries moving up in tone. Her tail twined around her arm like a snake, hard metal segments squeezing and writhing erratically, nearly covering her forearm.
Fists pounded against Weiss's back, hard enough to bruise, and claws raked over her spine. She winced, knowing that she was probably bleeding- but then, with a desperate, sucking gasp, Blake turned her head and sank her teeth into her shoulder.
Weiss's lungs emptied themselves, air rushing out of her until she was choking, muscles locking with strain as her vision flashed, heat pouring into her like venom from the faunus's fangs. Blake wrapped bodily around her, limbs encircling her like a trap, dragging her down, and Weiss collapsed, slumping bonelessly into her. Her free hand pawed at the bed, fingers slipping across the sheets as she searched for something to grab on to, some way to steady herself, trying to lift herself up but unable to find the strength. She could feel Blake gasping into her shoulder, hips convulsing, bucking and grinding against her stomach.
She didn't notice her hand had stopped moving until Blake began to slow, hips finally stumbling in their frantic rhythm, gradually grinding to a stuttering halt. She stayed wrapped around her, and she could feel Blake's hot breaths on her shoulder, whistling quietly between her teeth. They hadn't pierced the skin, she realized belatedly. Or if they had, it was only just. She knew what it felt like to have them buried in her, and this wasn't it.
Eventually Blake unlocked her limbs, loosening her grip on her. She didn't pull away, though, staying wrapped around her, panting and trembling. Her jaw relaxed from around her shoulder, and the heiress shivered when she felt her tongue drag across it a moment later, smoothing away the ache.
After a few minutes Weiss shifted, levering herself up a few inches when Blake didn't stop her. The faunus's tail released its grip on her arm, uncoiling and sliding off, finally letting her pull her hand out from between them. She pressed it to the bed next to her, lifting herself the rest of the way to her knees.
Blake looked up at her. Her breathing was still elevated, her face flushed and sweaty, and there was film of wetness clinging to her eyes. It made the light splinter, colors swirling together, amber and gold and burnt orange chasing each other in circles. Beautiful, now more than ever, with a hint of vulnerability mixed in that she had never been allowed to see before.
Blake seemed content to simply watch her, but Weiss couldn't help but feel like she should be doing something more.
In the end, unable to come up with anything, she just ducked her head, breaking their gaze, and silently pressed her face into Blake's shoulder.
She earned a surprised little noise in return, but there was no hesitation in the arms that wrapped around her. "Well, hello there." Blake murmured, and she could feel her raise her head, looking down at her curiously.
Inexplicably, a trickle of embarrassment began to fill her, and Weiss turned her face away, pressing it deeper into her shoulder so that only the top of her head was visible. The silence stretched for a moment, and then Blake gave an amused little puff. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Princess." She said, squeezing her once before letting her head fall back to the bed, and Weiss felt her face heat further.
Eventually, her embarrassment dissipated, and she shifted, feeling the way their skin rubbed together. Blake might be content, but Weiss could feel heat churning below her stomach, a steady burn that sprawled out all the way to her fingertips, impossible to ignore. It made her restless, wanting to press against Blake, to run her hands over her again, to taste her. She remembered the faunus's mouth between her thighs, eyes burning up at her, and was suddenly filled with the desire to do the same.
She'd lost her hesitation somewhere along the way. If tonight was the last good thing to happen to her, she wanted to make it last. There were a thousand things she wanted from Blake, and she wasn't going to let uncertainty hold her back, not when nothing was sure and everything was so fragile.
She shimmied free of Blake's embrace, scooting lower, setting her hands on Blake's hips so that she was hovering between her legs. But before she could, hands pressed against her head, pushing her back. "No, no. Gods, no." Blake laughed quietly, panting still. "Not right now, Princess. I need a few minutes."
Weiss sat back, not bothering to hide her impatience, and Blake laughed again. "Calm down. We have all night if you want." She paused, something in her eyes sharpening. "But…"
She pushed herself up suddenly, wrapping her hands around Weiss's wrists, rolling her over onto her back and pushing them into the bed on either side of her. She bent down, leaning in so close that her lips brushed against her ear. "If you feel like experimenting." She murmured, breath painting the side of her face with warmth. "We can always try something else in the meantime."
Weiss jumped when she felt something brush between her legs, much wider and harder than fingers. Realization hit a moment later, and her eyes widened as Blake's tail pressed flat, rubbing against her. She'd had it in her before, but she had already been in the middle of a climax by then, and so much had been going on at the time that it took her a moment to even remember it happening.
She bit her lip when the tip of it nuzzled at her entrance, beginning to slip inside. She wasn't familiar with penetration, outside of the few times she'd experimented with a hairbrush. Her hands had always been enough.
But, as Blake slowly worked her way deeper, she was beginning to think that had been an oversight on her part. Her tail widened quickly, and she groaned quietly as she felt herself stretch around it, wider than she was used to.
Blake leaned back, watching her face, intent. Her tail wriggled as it pushed deeper, making Weiss gasp and arch her hips. Dark hair brushed against her face, falling like curtains around her, and lips pressed into her own, again and again, whispering things to quiet for her to hear.
The faunus's eyes burned with something that wasn't hatred, and, just for a moment, just for a night, Weiss let herself believe it might be real.
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"We are never using that Gods-awful tiny cage ever again."
"Sorry."
"How could take you five hours to get back from a trip to the store?"
"Well, I just- I, uh. I ran into Yang, and we-"
"And you spent the next few hours making doe-eyes at her while you left me locked up naked in our room? Really, Blake?"
"…sorry."