Somehow, through a series of strange circumstances, a man had had sex with Blake in addition to Weiss. First, he had offered up his apartment when Blake needed a place to stay for break; that had just been a kind act to help out his girlfriend's friend, but it spiraled. Second, he had fought one of Blake's old comrades in the White Fang, leading her breaking down and him (platonically) sleeping next to her after she revealed she was a Faunus. Then came a faux date to stir up Ilia's jealousy and corner her, which led to her switching sides. After that, he imagined his relationship with Blake wouldn't go any further, as she had solved a major problem and then moved out. He'd still be friends, seeing as she was Weiss' teammate, but nothing more than good friends. As her friend, he got her a holiday present that would make her happy. Then she kissed him then came a talk about heat then came a talk with Weiss then came her second breakdown then came–

Fast forward, and the man had sex with Blake.

Well, numerous times, to be specific. Her being affected by heat meant that she was overflowing with lust, born from a place of love. This translated to the man spending the better part of a day making his thirteen-year-old-self proud; to put it lightly, he absolutely fucked Blake as many times as his recharge rate would let him.

Before, the man thought Blake was generally pretty quiet, part of her whole mystery vibe. Boy was that off; Blake screams. Maybe it's the heat, but Blake switched from purring to moaning to threatening to shatter windows when she came. He knows this because she came a lot. It didn't take long after one session for her to want more, and he was perfectly willing to provide satisfaction for her.

The man dwells on Blake's desires as she takes time to shower. He'd somehow lost track of how many times she's cum. He'd penetrated her three times over the course of several hours, and he regrettably doesn't think it's a great idea to go again. Men had limits, after all. Though, when he was in a refractory period, he instead let his fingers do the talking, and otherwise enjoyed watching the Faunus feel his Semblance and writhe.

The man finds it crazy to think that he managed to find a girl who wanted even more sex that he could handle. Though, Blake needing so much gave him plenty of chances to experiment; so far, he'd only had sex with Weiss once, and she made it clear she wasn't sure about fingering. With Blake, he got to experience the very different feeling of making a woman cum using just two fingers. There was also a glorious power in watching her fall apart when you used his Semblance to send her over the edge without even touching her.

This whole experience, if nothing else, gave lessons. The man now know pretty effective ways in satisfying a woman, though her being in heat probably made it so it was easy mode. It also probably differed from girl to girl; the man is pretty sure that Weiss couldn't cum from petting her…

Speaking of that, the man knows a lot more about Blake than he did before. In addition to having memorized the curves of her body and the silkiness of her hair, he knew what she likes. Blake Belladonna, the woman who constantly gets into heated debates about Faunus rights and equality, likes being a cat. On a whim, he had tried petting Blake to help soothe her after her breakdown, but, as it turns out, she can climax from that. It went further, as well; he had make Blake cum by calling her a good kitty, and at her request.

Blake liked being treated like a cat. She was deep into pet play. At first, it was just the man guessing because of the petting, but after several rounds of her moaning, she had asked for more. Though very clearly nervous to mention it, she figured he was the one to bring it up to. It was definitely something she had never revealed to anyone before, but he guesses after all he was doing, another secret wouldn't hurt. She had asked for him to lay down on the bed; when he complied, she, still completely naked, curled up and began pawing. Meowing, she looked at him with a coy smile, waiting for something. That something was rubbing her ears. The man spent the next half hour petting a naked woman as she curled up like a kitten. Eventually, he ended that by tweaking her ears and stroking her tail; as it turns out, both are extreme erogenous zones, and made Blake go crazy.

Another thing Blake liked was also something she drew from her erotic novels. One of the times when the man was fingering her, he was holding her in a close hug as he toyed with her. Blake's head was stationed in his shoulder as she moaned. Once he entered her, she opened her mouth to pant, and then he felt a sharp pain; in addition to pet play, Blake liked biting. To be honest, nothing about that surprised him after everything that happened that day, so he let Blake taste the sweat on his skin until she came.

The other thing of note is that Blake was sort of the opposite of Weiss, at least as far as the man knows. Weiss very clearly liked to be dominated; the heiress was perfectly happy receiving pleasure while being pinned to the bed. Blake, on account of her past, liked her freedom. The Faunus' preference was riding on top and grinding. She liked having much more control and being much more active, working for pleasure rather than receiving it. Every time he penetrated her, she was on top, letting her tits bounce all over the place as she grew closer to orgasm. When he was satisfying her in other ways, she enjoyed straddling a lap.

After all was said and done, the man and Blake had spent the better part of a day in bed. After yet another round of fingering, the two shared a shower, then Blake admitted she felt she was done– for good this time. Satisfied with all her orgasming, Blake threw her clothes back on and fell onto the bed, exhausted. Looking at the ceiling, she said, "So… it goes without saying, but keep all of this from Weiss. Especially… you… petting me…" She was clearly still uneasy about that; Weiss wasn't the spiteful type, but Blake enjoying being treated like a cat was… well, it went against a lot of the development Blake had taught her. Blake clarifies, "This. Do not tell anyone about this." She moans in pleasure as the man began rubbing her ears. "I know it's… weird. I know that I shouldn't like this, being for equal rights and everything, but…" Blake trailed off. Squirming slightly, she concludes with, "It feels good. It's hypocritical, but–"

"–I promise I won't mention anything to anyone."

"…Thank you. Just… a little longer, please."

The man and Blake spent another long while in bed. It was around four before they got up, stretched, and decided it was okay to head back to Beacon. Surprisingly, the trip back didn't feel as awkward as it should have; there were still parts of him worried about Weiss, but this whole thing was her idea. Still, if nothing else, he was a lot closer to Blake. His feelings were still… complicated, but…

Well, everything depended on how Weiss reacted now that the dust had settled.

All of that brings the man to now, where things are even more unclear. Though sleeping with Blake was a strange enough thing to happen, it turns out that this is easily the most eventful vacation he's ever taken. Though he slept with a girl both sexually and non-sexually, fought some terrorists, got surprised by his girlfriend, lost his virginity, and had sex with another girl, the most shocking thing was now in front of him. He sits across from Weiss and Blake, who are currently holding hands.

"Sweetie?" Weiss asks, slightly worried.

"Oh, sorry, what?"

"I asked if you're okay," Weiss says, looking at her boyfriend with a bit of concern.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just still kinda taking this all in."

Weiss takes a sip of her coffee. "It is a bit strange, all things considered."

Blake munches on a scone. "Not really. Hunters and huntresses actually have a pretty high rate for polygamous relationships. Vacuo's full of them." She sips her tea and says, "Free love," while sarcastically waving her hands in a showy manner.

"If you say so. I feel I'm a bit sheltered in this regard," Weiss says, wondering if anyone was looking at her strangely.

"I only wonder how sheltered you are," Blake inquires with a raised eyebrow. "In terms of relationships and… relationships."

Weiss nearly spits out some coffee but saves it. "What are you saying!?"

"I'm saying, now that we're… together–" Blake says, switching back and forth from Weiss to the man- "There's a lot to do and a lot to learn about one another. You can't be shy about your sex life now that it's our sex life."

Weiss blushes, looks at her boyfriend, then looks away. "I guess you're right… I mean…" She begins whispering. "If you want to learn, then… maybe we could… go back to the apartment…"

Blake looks at her boyfriend, then to Weiss. Both see that Weiss is clearly nervous, even more so than one would expect; if he had to guess, he would think she was forcing herself to say what she just said. Whatever it was, it was clear that she wasn't fully ready, she just wanted him and Blake to think she was. She forced out the words, hoping it would give her the confidence necessary, but it was simple to see through it.

"No, Weiss," Blake says. The man nods with her as Weiss lets out a quick breath. "For one, I'm tapped out for today. We... we did a LOT." She lets out her own breath, remembering her morning spent in ecstasy. "And two, seeing as you're sheltered beyond all belief, I'd say you need to naturalize a bit."

"Yeah, Weiss. It hurts to say, but I don't think I have it in me, and you clearly don't either."

"You're sure?" Weiss asks, unsure of whether to be disappointed or thankful.

"Yes," Blake states. "How about this: tomorrow, why don't you and I do something? Alone. Without him. If you're serious about this, then I think it's important that we, just you and me... get a bit more comfortable. There are still a few things you need easing in on. Being with a woman being at the top of that list."

"That sounds like it'll be good. I think you should figure things out, Weiss, just to be completely sure you're okay with this."

"A-alright, then," Weiss says, hiding behind her coffee cup. "I look forward to our..." she starts, before smiling, "...date, Blake."

"You'll have to be a bit more creative than coffee. We can talk about... what happened today, as well."

"Sounds great."

It's a weird life, but it's a good one.