The world is a strange place. Before, it was the same thing, day after day. A man woke up every day in his bed at his family home, then he woke up every day in his dorm. Each time, the same ceiling, the same empty space. Now, it such a short, short time, he'd woken up with someone next to him. Twice, he'd woken up in the bed in his apartment with a woman next to him. Twice, he'd woken up cradling Blake. Shockingly, those two stats were separate; he'd woken up to Weiss and Blake in bed, but he cradled Blake on the couch, and now the bed.
The man opens his eyes and look at Blake's sleeping form. She's still facing away, so he sees mostly her raven-colored hair and her gently twitching ears. She'd moved closer in her sleep, so now he was basically cuddling. As it turns out, that seems to be the best option after her crying spell; something about last night had reminded her of Adam, and she suffered another breakdown.
Once again, the man stares at an unfamiliar wall with a woman sleeping next to him. Taking the only action appropriate, he delicately reaches out his hand. He hesitates for a split second before running his hands through Blake's hair; at first, there's no reaction, but he soon notices Blake stirring and hears fragile breaths.
The man continues to gently brush Blake's hair as softly as possible, trying his best to send the message that everything was okay. Blake, above all, needs peace of mind after her breakdown. He relays that, here with him, she is safe and nothing can hurt her. Feeling the moment was right, he moves his fingers over her ears; predictably, they twitch, not used to being touched. However, Blake makes no sound, nor does she shy away.
The man begins petting Blake's ears. He start at a snail's pace in case he is overstepping, but he gets no reason to stop. Eventually, he speeds up, petting Blake as she continued to stir. He notices that she begins twitching in response, and not just her ears; Blake starts to squirm as he draws fingers over her, and she unmistakably starts to moan. What started as an attempt to make her feel safe was making her horny.
The man remembers that Blake is only wearing a jacket to cover her bra and panties. In fact, she was wearing a thong, and she actually probably tossed her bra off at some point. A gorgeous Faunus woman was laying next to the man, wearing almost nothing, and she is moaning. This didn't take into account her possible adversity to sex, though.
Now that Blake was clearly awake and clearly enjoying herself, the man feels more confident in what he's doing. Still, he thinks that it might be the wrong move to turn Blake on; after all, sex was what caused her to think of Adam. Deciding against it, he stops petting Blake and lay back down next to her.
In a complete reversal of yesterday, Blake's breathing slows and stays slow. She isn't having any trouble controlling herself and isn't on edge from her heat cycle. Setting herself back onto the bed, she begins humming something the man can't place.
Interrupting herself humming after a while, Blake, without turning around, says, "Thank you. For everything. I don't know what you think of me, and I don't know what's going on with Weiss. Half of me wanted to scream that she was crazy for being okay with… this, but the other half needed some way of release. It didn't matter who, or what, but… I'm glad it was you. I'm not sure I could face myself if I did something stupid like go after Sun. I said it a lot yesterday, but I'm sorry. For everything, not just… how last night ended. For kissing you, for getting you involved, for not being able to control myself. You did nothing wrong, but for a second… for just a split second, I saw him." Blake doesn't say it, but you know that she means Adam. "When we… we… He would loom over me, pin me down, and then start hitting me after he… I told you I wanted it. I did, I really did. But now I see that that didn't matter; if I had said no, it wouldn't have changed anything. If I didn't want it, then…" Blake drifts off, not finishing her thought, not that she needed to. The Blake back then still thought that her nightmare was a dream come true, that she could fix everything by sacrificing herself. Only now does she realize that wanting it was the best option; it wasn't rape and Blake didn't have to face that horror, but it was still awful to think about. Running away truly was the only option save staying and suffering.
Blake shifts her body around the bed and turns around. For the first time that day, the man sees Blake Belladonna's face. You see her worry, her fear, her… no, there was an unmistakable happiness in her eyes. Wearing a smile, she nuzzles her head close. She knew he was safe. She knew she could feel safe.
"I… I do want you, though," Blake says, grabbing the man's hand and holding it. "Before you say anything, no. I… I think my heat cycle has passed, but they stuck around– my feelings, I mean." Blake's eyes close, giving her a tender, vulnerable face as she allows herself to smile. "I… I think I really do love you. I was lying to myself that it was just heat, but I've felt something since that night with Ilia; you stayed with me, accepted me, accepted who I was and what I did. Last night just…" Blake opens her eyes, her golden sight piercing straight through him. "I don't know if you feel the same way about me, but I feel safe around you. I feel happy, and I feel like I deserve to be loved."
While this is technically the second time Blake has confessed her love for the man, this time felt much stronger. Before, her body dictated her words, but now… now it was Blake as she was. He starts to think that maybe he does reciprocate Blake's feelings, now that she was baring everything. He uses his free hand to gently brush some of Blake's hair off of her face, trying to tuck it behind her ear like she feebly tried before yesterday.
"Of course you deserve to be loved, Blake." Though the man was glad to hear that he made Blake feel that way, he couldn't let her think that he was the only one. "You want what's best for the world, and I won't let you think that you don't deserve people like me, or RWBY, or anyone else." Before Blake can say she does deserve misery because of Adam or the White Fang or because she runs away, he stops her. "You are loved, and we will never let go of you, I promise."
Blake starts to tear up again. Thankfully, this time it's from the soft joy brought on by her friends. Wiping her tears, she sits up and looks lovingly at the man; as opposed to yesterday, she was being driven by her heart, not desire. She leans in close and plants a brief kiss on the man's lips. She pushes the blanket covering both aside, exposing her bare legs, though her jacket still covered just past her waist.
"My body doesn't need you anymore, but I still want you," Blake says as she climbs up the man's body and straddles him. "Do you… do you still want to, even though the reason has changed?"
"Yes," the man says after much thought, captivated by Blake's morning beauty. Her ears perk up, further messing up her bedhead; once more, she brushes some out of her face, managing to pull off the gorgeous simple beauty.
Blake says nothing but closes her eyes and whispers something to herself. She takes a deep breath before grabbing the zipper on her jacket; with far less hesitation than yesterday, she unzips it to reveal…
Unable to control yourself, the man lets out, "Oh, my god…" as he looks up at Blake's breasts. She had removed her bra at some point during the night, removing any sort of cover underneath her jacket. In addition to her bare chest, her discarding her jacket also gave the full reveal of her thong again; having Blake straddle him only wearing a tiny scrap of cloth was a bliss quite different, though comparable, to holding Weiss in lingerie. Her skin was a soft olive color, paler than the rest of her body. Her bra had managed to tuck away and restrain her breasts, hiding the fact that they were a strong C cup, if not a bit bigger. Blake's breathing causes them to sway gently, her large bust catching her motions quite well. It's a miracle she fits all of that into a tiny white top without bouncing all over the place.
Though the man had seen many pairs of breasts in his storied porn-browsing history, they would always pale to having the real thing. Though a bit mean, he might just prefer Blake's chest to Weiss'; though Weiss was beautiful and carried her lithe body spectacularly, there was a very tangible excitement brought on by having boobs big enough to squeeze, fondle, and knead. Though, the current preference was 100% influenced by the fact that Blake's comparatively huge breasts were directly in front of the man; he would 1000% need further examination before making a final judgment.
For now, though, the man lets Blake grab his hands and draw them to her breasts. As he squeezes them and starts playing with her nipple, she begins moaning once more. Her breathing increases, but in a much different way than when she's overcome by heat; these were paced, sharp breaths as opposed to random, misplaced gasps for air. Her other response to pin down his shoulders and start rocking back and forth, ensuring an even quicker rise to his erection.
The man is still shirtless from yesterday, so Blake hurriedly maneuvers in order to gain access to his pants. Unzipping, she waits for him to lift his waist before pulling them off. He unceremoniously wiggles, allowing the Faunus to remove his pants and reveal his straining erection. Blake takes a final look at the man, confirming that this is what is happening. He nods, giving her permission to remove his shorts; with a final yank, she exposes his throbbing cock, causing her to blush. She mouths something with an excited expression before leaning in for another kiss.
As Blake kisses the man, he feels her love through her lips. Every inch of her body was warm, though again, in a much different way than when she was in heat. He can sense that every thought in her head was of him, and he knew that every thought in his head is focused on her. Her stellar body, her beautiful face, her cute cat ears, her state of mind, her need for love, her wish to live and create a better world occupied every sense in his body as she shifted her thong to one side. Forgoing removing her panties, she merely moved them out of the way before lowering herself onto the man's cock.
The man enters into Blake, feeling her warmth surround his erection as she descends further onto it. Her breath catches as she experiences having a man enter her, boosted by the fact that this one would never harm her. Instantly, she begins panting as she starts bouncing ever so slightly up and down. It made sense that she would enjoy being on top; though assuming, Adam seems to have preferred pinning Blake down and taking control from her. With her straddling, it was her motions that dictated the pace, alternating between grinding and bouncing.
As Blake's breathing (for the millionth time) speeds up, signaling her enjoyment, she lowers herself down slightly. She leans closer to the man, focusing on enveloping his cock as he gets to look at her panting face. Blake places her hands back onto his shoulders, pinning them down as she began raising in pitch. Knowing that she was close to finishing, he uses the trick he previously used on Weiss; using his Semblance, the man gently pushes and massages the entire area around Blake's clit, touching it in all the right ways no woman could prepare for. Blake takes a moment to stop her riding to register the feelings going on between the joined bodies, then realizes it's bliss.
The man continues making Blake ready to burst as he massages her clit and penetrates her. He moves one hand off of her breast and takes a moment to caress her face, giving her a chance to breathe. Blake slows down for just a moment before he begins massaging her cat ears; immediately, she bursts, orgasming from the sensation. The man gives her several final pumps before he shoots into her, filling her core with his seed.
It takes Blake far longer than the man to recover. Even after she removes his shaft from her body, she basically falls back onto the bed next to him. The two enjoy the afterglow laying next to each other, satisfied with the love they shared. Eventually, both get up and share a quick shower filled with fondling breasts, then return to bed. After throwing her jacket back on, Blake cuddles up to him and rests her head in the crook of his now clothed shoulder.
Feeling it was right, the man begins petting Blake, not unlike a cat. Her tail excitedly begins shifting back and forth as the Faunus begins purring. Like, actually straight up purring. He knew Blake likes it when he pet her, but for her to show her appreciation by purring like one? It was… pretty hot, honestly. It got better once she starts playfully pawing at his chest. The man leans over and kisses her forehead, letting her know that the best place for her right now was by his side.
After a nice, long morning spent laying in bed next to a Faunus that isn't wearing panties, Blake perks up. Somewhat embarrassed, she says, "I… I think I was wrong."
"About what?"
"I… don't think my heat cycle is done anymore." Blake giggles, somewhat uncomfortably. "Whoops. I meant it, though. I didn't need-need you when we just… Well, the point is, I'm… I'm…"
"You're…"
Blake starts unzipping her jacket again, slowly revealing her breasts once more. The slight dampness of the shower meant beads of water glisten off her naked skin, reflecting the scant light coming in through the window.
"I'm ready for round two." Seeing the man's face put the pieces together, Blake grins and continues with, "And… maybe a few more after that."