"Weiss really can't hold her liquor, can she?" Blake says, excitedly watching you sit up. "And before you ask, no, I'm not drunk and she's totally cool with it." She closes the bedroom door, leaving Weiss to herself. You manage to notice the pure black shapes interrupting the midnight surrounding her, letting you know that she was in her pajama robe, the one that had been too naughty for you to see only a few weeks ago. Blake's pale skin and the white lining barely sticks out against the dark as she ensures the bedroom door closes silently.
"I guess not," you say, slightly confused. You expected Blake to simply go to bed, but here she was. Wait a sec… You remember the last time you heard her breathing so heavily. It wasn't exactly long ago, so you recognize that she's still in heat; her cycle must not be done, or it flared up again. Deciding to confirm this, you ask, "Are you in heat again?"
"You can already tell?" Blake says, surprised and impressed. "Yes. The worst of it usually lasts on and off until midway through January as far as I'm concerned, so this will be the last of it." Sauntering over to the couch, Blake takes a seat next to you. You throw on a lamp so you could actually see a little bit; Blake has night vision, but you would quite literally be in the dark otherwise. "Don't worry, this isn't BAD heat like last time. I can function, for one, but a mix of tiny bikinis, a handsome man," she draws a finger down your chest as she says that part, "a little vodka, and a room all to ourselves would be the perfect opportunity to let my instincts take over." Blake rests her head on your shoulder. "I'm in control, I promise. I don't NEED you like last time, but I REALLY want you~" You hear her start to purr. "I'm really glad you're here to help me release~"
Liking the sound of all of the above, you say, "I like the sound of all of the above." You shuffle over a bit more, wanting Blake to get more comfortable. Strangely, though, she doesn't seem to move. Seeing as you've had far too few heavy makeout sessions, you try leaning in to start. You still find her not responding, so you ask, "Is something wrong?"
In the low light, you see Blake turn away and blush. "Umm… Well… When I said I wanted to let my instincts take over…" She pauses, trying to look a little further away. "I kinda… mean it in the literal sense." Hesitantly, her hand brushes her hair away from her neck; though dark, a black bar and a distinct sound clash against her pale skin in the light of the lamp. You missed it up until this point, but along with her slightly too-short robe pajamas, Blake put on a collar.
"…"
"Yeah…" Blake mutters, knowing what wearing a collar meant. "I… want a little more than you scratching my ears…"
You feel a pull in your heart. Petting Blake was a very pleasant experience, and you remember she… oh, right; when the three of you slept together, Blake almost let slip in calling you, "Master." This must be what she meant. But if Blake got off on being treated like a cat…
"I'll do whatever you want, Blake."
You see Blake's golden eyes shine bright, her cat genes causing them to almost glow. "Thank you. Really. Just… follow my lead, okay? And do NOT tell ANYONE. Even Weiss. She doesn't need to know… this," she says, getting up off of the couch. Immediately, all tension leaves her body as she takes a deep breath.
You're intoxicated by the situation. You and Blake were going to be having some fun with Weiss right in the other room. Something about the single dim lamp barely illuminating Blake's form gave everything a mysterious, dreamlike feeling. It almost felt wrong, what with the lights off and the closed doors, but that only added to the ambiance.
Her breath quickly going ragged again, Blake undoes the belt on her pajamas. As she pulls it aside, her robe starts shifting off of her shoulders; the miniskirt area begins to fall away as Blake's collar (and her collar) gets more exposure, her cleavage slowly becoming more and more apparent. "K-kitties don't wear clothes…" Blake justifies as the lamp spotlights her cover falling to the floor; she's even more nervous than when you first saw her strip, as her fragile posture highlights her fear of being labeled a hypocrite.
Contrary to what Blake just said, your cute little kitten stands in a pair of tiny, lacy, soft pink panties that meld with her skin in the dark. She struggles for a moment before you're excitement pauses her; she gathers that the excitement of her panties can be held for a long while, and leaves them on like a good little kitty. Caught between a shy smile and a breathless gasp, the Faunus braces herself as she touches her knees to the ground her bare chest expands and contracts at an uneven pace, her desires already being met.
Uninterrupted by her own hesitations this time, Blake places her hands on the ground like an animal, then playfully paws at the couch cushion. Staring at you with wide, completely trusting eyes, she mewls out, "Does M-Master like?" with a voice like sugar.
You stare, mouth agape, at a nearly naked Blake pawing at the couch, on her knees, and with a collar on. She playfully scratches her neck, causally unhooking a length of ribbon as a leash; knowing your only available action, you reach out and take command of your pet's lead. Immediately, Blake whines with pleasure, mewling as she turns her head. Crawling closer, the cat reaches your knee and nuzzles it.
Few things in your life have been as pleasant an experience as having Blake gently rub her cheek on your knee. Through your pajamas, you feel her burning face, her lust from her desires being fulfilled. You find no hesitation in reaching your hand out and running it through her hair.
"M-Masterrr~" Blake sings as her body surges. A sheepish look decorates her face, but she quickly ignores her demeaning comment and fades back into bliss. The word hits your ears like an ethereal bell; you have been afforded few greater pleasures than having a topless cat girl refer to you as her master. "M-more!" the kitten in question begs.
Remembering Blake's reluctant desires, you pinch one of her cat ears and begin rubbing. Making sure to have your voice drip honey, you draw out, "Good girl." You're met with purring as Blake's mouth curls; she wanted, above all else, to have all responsibility lifted off of her. What Blake desired above all else was the chance to forget being human, forget stress, forget the darkness of the world. What she desired was to have every burden replaced with pleasure and to be told that she didn't have to worry about anything.
You live to make Blake forget any pain.
Blake's hand extends and bats at your lap. Intentional or not, she rubs your erection, throbbing from the joys of having a topless girl moan from your voice alone. You invite her onto the couch by pulling up her collar, making space for her to climb up. Blake chokes ever-so-slightly as you pull her collar, though she seems to revel in it. She makes her way onto the cushions in the best approximation of a cat jumping up a human could do. Now at face level, you pull at her collar until you're looking into her smiling eyes to whisper, "Such a pretty kitty~" as you take her face in your hand.
Blake's breath stops as her body loses cohesion. She recovers from her orgasm long enough to meow and lowers her head. She folds her arms and uses your lap as a pillow. Her eyes shut as she starts purring while her tail gently sways back and forth. Taking advantage of her laying on her chest, you part Blake's hair to stare at her bare back; Blake's meows turn to moans as you draw your free hand down her spine and massage her tail. You take a long, well-deserved look at her ass in her tiny pink panties, adoring how uncharacteristically cutesy they were and how her tail seemed weightless in the dark.
"S-stop it," Blake says unconvincingly, her breathless tone betraying that she loves it when you start spanking her. "Unn~" she continues after another smack. Blake's ass feels so soft to the touch; it has the perfect amount of bubbly jiggle, shaking for a precious second after each of your strikes. You manage to take in a full handful, shocked at just how pillowy her skin feels. Another spank causes Blake to bite her arm to stop herself from waking Weiss.
In the darkness, you feel Blake much more than you see her. Though you could see her details, touching them gave you an infinitely better sense than a low lamp's light. The intimacy reaches Blake, who rests her weary head directly over your erection. Normally, a cat would sit in your lap and that would be it; with Blake, however, you could feel your erection poke her cheek, though not a single part of her minded. The heightened sense of touch throbs in pleasure as Blake meows.
Deciding you could hold out, you start running your hand down Blake's back. You try to pet her as you would an actual pet as opposed to a nearly naked woman, wanting to let her relax. She shifts her arms, growing more comfortable until she rests well. It felt as though she could fall asleep in your lap any second, though her purrs continue as you massage her back.
You continue petting her until Blake's purrs turn to moans. You grow adventurous and start toying around the edge of her panties, causing your kitten to shift.
"I-Is Master ready?" Blake asks, sitting up from your lap. She looks down at your erection, which was previously pressing into her cheek.
"Yes, Kitten," you say, snapping at Blake's leash. Blake gasps, but giggles as she stands. Once again you find yourself staring at her heaving breasts, her heavy breathing causing them to rapidly expand.
"Tell me what to do, Master," Blake says, shifting uncontrollably.
Deciding to play with your pet, you say, "Kittens don't need clothes. Undress." You feel power in your heart as Blake shakily complies. Ordering her to get naked and her complying felt SO much better than her merely stripping; MAKING her do it (consensually!) shows she truly loves and trusts you, enough to give in to baring herself without question nor hesitation. Blake steps out of her panties, letting you stare at her womanhood in the dim lights. She parts her legs in such a way as to give you full access to peek, everything unobscured. You lower your hand, causing Blake's leash to choke her ever so slightly, which earns her even weaker legs.
"What does Master want now?"
"I want you," you say, managing to remain in control despite every part of your body screaming in desire. Reveling in the power given to you as any man your age would, you wear your strongest voice and demand, "Come to where you belong," motioning to your lap. You begin lowering your pajama bottoms, stopping once Blake figures out how to proceed. "Do as you're meant to." You pull Blake's leash, bringing her within inches of you. She stumbles and tugs at her collar, but there's only pleasure in her eyes.
Blake shakily steps ever closer, doing as she's told. She finds no problem with you telling her that her purpose is a sex object; you took your power trip and suggested that she's meant to do nothing more than please you, which in most other contexts would earn a slap. However, Blake's desire to be ordered and pleasured and treated like a pet meant no objections, meaning she wanted it. Right now, Blake the Cat's purpose was to climb on top of you and do as she was told.
Blake's breath hits your neck as she bends over. You hear her playfully whine as she grabs your waistband and pulls; with a few butt-hops, you assist her in lowering your pants, exposing your throbbing cock. Your excitement elicits a lustful squeak from Blake as she climbs onto the couch. She straddles over you, her knees at either side of you and her breasts directly in your face. Her breathing falters as she wraps her arms around you and starts lowering herself.
Blake lets out a muffled cry as her womanhood is breached. She slides down onto your erection as you sit, her heat-induced breaths faltering as she meets your face. Before you begin, you support her neck and bring her in for a long, breathless kiss. Breaking off, you pump; your body moves upwards as you further breach Blake, sending her body upwards with a glorious jiggle and an even more intoxicating broken gasp. The short, fast motions seem perfect for the Faunus already almost at her boiling point.
"M-Master!" Blake cries, tears of uncontrollable lust brought out by her animal nature starting to pool. She begins to say your name, but you find confidence in your position as master and cover her mouth.
"Quiet, you'll wake Weiss," you say, stating the fact in the coldest, most in-control voice you can force. Blake needs to be treated like a pet, even as her moist breath touches the palm you're using to silence her. Wanting the command to please her, you add, "Those screams are for me. Understand, Kitten?"
Blake manages a "Mmumm," through the hand over her mouth. Tears meet your body as they drop from her sparkling eyes. You give her a moment to compose herself and register your command, then start pumping again. Your pet stifles a gasp as the pleasures of your merging bodies surges through her. Drawing her body closer to you, she presses her chest into yours and hangs her head over your shoulder. The scent of chlorine mixed with Blake's hastily done shampoo as her turn to kiss the back of her neck.
You feel a sharp pain run through your shoulder, though not from your former scar. Holding back proved to be too much for the Faunus in heat, as Blake's teeth sink further into your skin. Wanting nothing more than to soothe the fire inside your girlfriend, you push the pain aside and allow Blake's moans to be muted throughout your body. Every bit of pain is worth it, as Blake's grip on you tightens. Knowing that this process didn't need to be prolonged, you allow your pleasure to spread throughout you until it builds up.
Still, with a calm, direct voice, you say, "It's time, Kitten," directly into Blake's ear. She gets only a moment to brace herself before you unload into her. You release her collar as you feel her teeth sink deeper into your shoulder, muffling her final cries as she accepts your seed and climaxes. Panting, you hold Blake tight as she rides out her orgasm, letting go of your shoulder to pant and breath. Your instincts take over as you start stroking the back of her head, giving her her final reward. You hold her close and tell her, "Such a good girl."
Blake takes a long time to recover. Her heat really sent her into a frenzy, judging from the aura pooling to heal the bite mark on your neck. Still, her tears of joy hitting your skin make any pain mean nothing. Once Blake sees fit to move, she slowly climbs off of you, getting to a shaky footing. "D-did kitty do good?" she asks, knowing it was unnecessary.
"You did wonderfully. You're my favorite little kitten."
"I-I'm sorry for biting you…"
"It's okay, Kitten."
"I love you, Mas-" Blake pauses. It seems the time for master was over, now that she was satisfied. She bends over to give you a kiss, then whispers your name into your ear with a moan. She grabs her pajamas and waits by the bedroom door for you, beckoning. "Come on, let's clean up a bit~"
You stand and follow Blake silently to the bathroom. Using the low light of your scrolls, you wash off the sex off your bodies and redress. Blake removes her collar and whispers, "Use it whenever you like~" before you both go back out to the main room, wary not to wake Weiss. Blake decides to join you on the couch, and you both fall asleep in short order. You spend your last moments awake petting Blake's ears, whispering all sorts of reassurances as she drifts off.