Chapter 2
It was only the slightest twitch of the ears hiding beneath her bow, a minuscule movement predated by her fingertips pressing ever so slightly tighter against the book in her hands. But it was not the first and would most certainly not be the last time that the room's other resident caught even the most minuscule of twitches from the cat faunus.
"Blake! Blake are you ok?"
"I- what? I'm fine." Blake's jaw tightened and tensed ever so slightly, but still more than enough for the faunus to catch the small sign.
"You- your- That person!" Ilia snapped with the visceral disgust of a child seeing someone playing with what they believed to be their toy.
"My s-" Blake went to open her mouth but in the slightest moment of hesitation caused by another sharp sting of that person catching just the right spot, Ilia cut her off.
"That is so rude of him! I can not believe it! And at, what, two in the afternoon! Doesn't he have any damn decency!" Ilia paused just a moment as she hopped from her bed full of fury. "You know what! If you ever meet him, you should just up and tell him to go to hell! So inconsiderate I can't believe he wo-" Ilia kept talking well after Blake spoke up, but she only stopped after she processed what Blake said and how it destroyed some part of her.
"What makes you think it is a man?" Blake snapped, her pupils constricting to slits as activity ramped up downstairs.
"I! I! Well! I umm!" Ilia stammered, painfully aware that there was no good reasoning to explain such an assumption away and that the truth of it just being a hope and that the taste Adam left Blake with would be enough to dissuade the bi Belladonna away from another potential suitor.
"Aww, fuck." Blake groaned, tossing and turning on the bed in frustration as she wrapped a blanket around herself; as if it could do anything to hide the fact that she had just climaxed in front of her friend.
"Blake!" Ilia lurched in suddenly, her hands raising to offer assistance. "Are you ok? Do you need anything? I mean! If you need! I can help! Help you like send a message back, that you are tired of all this and stuff." Ilia's whole body slowly crept towards a color approaching crimson.
"No Ilia. It's fine." Blake half grumbled.
"Blake?"
"Yes Ilia?"
"Is there anything else I can do?" Ilia tried with a calmer more empathetic tone.
"Find whoever is doing this to me." Blake laughed dryly only to have her voice catch as her cheeks burned at the abundant evidence of pleasure painted all over her face.
Ilia's face lit up happily for one moment as she simply assumed Blake would want them dealt with, but then the truth of the matter set in. If Blake were to find her soulmate… "You know- you know! S- soulmates aren't forever!"
Blake groaned, frustrated that the topic had come back up already. She never had the heart to tell Ilia that it had been a lie with Adam. That he had tricked her into believing he was her soulmate with lies, selective silence, and leading questions. Maybe it had less to do with her not having the heart to tell Ilia and more to do with simple shame and embarrassment; feelings only amplified by how he had treated her nearing the end. "Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever Ilia." Blake knew Ilia believed the urban myth without a doubt, though most of that had been founded on flawed facts. Blake, at least by intent and technicality had never lied. She never expressly said that Adam had been her soulmate after she found out it wasn't true. She just had never corrected Ilia when the other faunus simply assumed that the connection had withered and died out.
"It's true! I mean! You should know! But being someone's soulmate or not doesn't really mean anything. All that matters is your feelings for the other person!" Ilia rambled off.
"I get it!" Blake hissed.
"I'm just saying!" Ilia plopped back on her bed with a hurt huff. "Just because someone is your 'soulmate' doesn't really mean they are the right person to spend the rest of your life with." Ilia pouted. "And just because someone isn't doesn't mean you should rule them out."
"Fine." Blake moaned abruptly with a roll of her eyes only half due to apathy at Ilia's soulmate theories.
Ilia sat there, pretending to act like she could handle listening or even just being in the same room with Blake as without looking back to the moaning faunus periodically. An act she failed at each time Blake's breath hitched or caught in a moan. Then she tried to at least pretend that she wasn't growing flustered by the sight, that hearing Blake like that didn't simultaneously strike at her heart and somewhere else she would be even more mortified to admit to.
After what had already begun to feel like far too long, Ilia snapped and finally spoke up. "God! Does he have nothing else to do with his life! He just spends a half an hour so stimulated that you can't even keep yourself silent! What a loser!"
Blake knew whoever was on the other end was reaching a breaking point. Whatever their reason was, they clearly were fighting to hold back from toppling over the edge. "L- loser?" Blake's back arched slightly, something Ilia took as a personal slight from the mystery ministrator. "Just because…"
"Just because what?"
"Ah~ Fuck!" Blake cried out, toes curling. Her whole body tensed for a moment before collapsing into a pleased pile of faunus. "Just because they want to take a lazy Saturday to enjoy themselves and their body. I know most people choose to just bang it out as fast as possible to relieve stress or tension for whatever reason. But I respect that she takes her time." Blake took a moment to catch her breath after her long-winded retort.
"What makes you think it is a woman!" Ilia matched Blake's disgusted tone and the exact same way the other woman said it.
This time it came fast, almost painfully so. Ilia may have been slightly embellishing, but it had taken at least a full fifteen minutes from Blake beginning to feel her mystery masturbator's efforts to finally feeling their release. But the third time around, whoever it was must have been capitalizing on all the extra sensitivity that delaying relief that long would leave them with. Quick but strong. Blake went from almost recovered to entirely breathless in an instant. As soon as she could catch her breath again though however, she could already feel the other woman back at it again, but apparently working at one to last longer once more. "Because, men can't keep at it this repetitively without a break in between."
Ilia sneered and looked away, striving to hide her transparent feelings.
"Either way, I will go take a bath while whoever she is continues. That way, you won't have to hear me not being able to keep myself silent anymore." Blake slithered out of bed before covering her already clothed body in the spare towel hanging by her bed's foot stand.
"Blake, I'm sorry I just-"
"I'll just bathe till it is over. Alright?" Tensions between the faunus roommates had been rising since classes began, but Blake had told herself that it wasn't an issue so far. However with even her patience shrinking, it felt harder and harder to deny.
"I'm sorry." Ilia sat on her bed, pulling her knees to her chest as she slowly shaded towards a shameful purple.
"It's just time we get some space for the weekend. At least while this is going on. I'm sorry it's started so randomly. I didn't ask you to come here to Beacon with me just so that you would have to hear all my issues. It was because I wanted my friend here with me." Blake turned back on knees only moments away from giving out on her.
Ilia curled tighter into herself, feeling all the boundaries she had crossed even more than usual.
"Maybe when I'm done we can find some other people around? Some who might want to play a game or something." Blake tried to offer amicably.
"You mean when he is done." Ilia grumbled low enough that Blake couldn't manage to make out a single word.
"Huh? What is it?" Blake clung to the bathroom door's frame as it came back. Slow, she knew whoever it was, they would be taking their sweet time once more. Depending on how long they had all to themselves it might take all night; something Blake wasn't quite looking forward to, even if some aspects of it could end up rather nice; especially in a long bath, one with bubbles and her favorite candle burning…
"Blake!" Ilia broke through to the fellow faunus fraught up in fantasies of fingerfucking herself in a fantastical bath aided all the while by whoever might be on the other end of her connection.
"Mhmm?" Blake had no knowledge of the fact that she had slipped back into soft moans, mildly taken over by the mystery masturbator's more tender touch the third time that day. "What? I… umm…" Blake blushed, still caught up in her dazed state as she fought to bring thought back to the forefront of her mind. "D- did I miss something?" She questioned spotting the anger on Ilia's face and how her whole body turned a raging red.
"Nothing!" Ilia pouted. "I just… I just said to relax and take care of yourself. But… games after sound nice." She crumpled into herself, falling back onto her bed for all the warmth and solace it could give her.
"I'm sorry." Blake's ears fell, but Ilia didn't seem to so much look up to notice. "I'll try to be quick; not that I have much of a say to it."
"Yeah. I'll… Just be cleaning my weapon or something in the meantime." Ilia curled up and rolled over.
Blake's spirits fell further at that. She knew she had hurt her friend, but she didn't know much else to do about it. It wasn't like she hadn't been clear and upfront about not looking for anything but training at Beacon; or that Ilia shouldn't be looking for anything more than that if she were to follow. But there the predicament still was. Ever present and continuously haunting her as Blake added bubble bath solution to the running water that filled their tub.
Scalding hot, but perfect against weary and overworked flesh, the water enveloped the faunus as she slipped in. Something between a purr and a moan slipped out as her thighs met the water, but the moment it caressed at her sex, there was no question left as to what the sound had become. A process that only repeated as the warmth covered her chest, and her hands naturally found their usual posts for Blake's personal time. "God, fuck." She muttered against the calm water as if it were the lover doing this to her.
Already heavy eyelids fluttered shut in response to her own ministrations aiding whoever was on the other end. All it took was a soft touch, tender and tastefully timed, all in contrast to the tempestuous nature of the most recent height. Immediately she could tell the other woman could feel her… touching back so to say. Whoever it was, their touch changed, mimicking Blake's lead as best they could; resulting in both of them feeling what felt to be double the intensity.
Her breath hitched as she brought her free left hand to cup at her right breast. Fingers found familiar patterns, caressing around the soft flesh's peak and then pinching ever so gently. The gentleness seemed to slip away with some speed however. Though downstairs, she kept some semblance of a slow ramping up, her fingers sped faster and faster as they needed at her tender chest, greedy for the touch.
Further proof flooded in that whoever resided on the opposite end the tether was a woman; or at least that they had a feminine body, came quickly after as Blake could swear for a moment she had a third hand mimicking her second's at her free bosom. Arousal compiled, nearly growing unwieldy to the point Blake could never have been able to pull herself back from the brink, but she slowed herself. Nearly came to a complete stop. But she kept it going, now allowing the other woman to lead.
Ghost hands fiddled faster, working in incrementally deepening circles at their sex with Blake's fingers following not far behind. Things seldom felt this clear; up until a matter of months ago, she could barely ever feel anything until it was almost already over and her mate's climax was already upon them. But the further Blake got into these tender massage messages, the more she could make out. It seemed the first always seemed to creep up, a fast burst that she only caught at its apex. But whenever the other woman decided one wasn't enough for a single sitting- or laying-, Blake could feel so much more. Sometimes, she was even certain she could feel the vibrator the other woman must have been using; all the way down to the pattern and speed the other woman seemed to like the most. The effects seemed to grow more and more dramatic with each subsequent peak.
It grew to the point that Blake could almost feel just how the other woman traced her fingertips along the inside of her thighs while on a small pause to keep herself from toppling over again. Magical, that was what Blake decided it was, magical and evil. She wanted to touch, to finish them both off and grant them some relief, but she could tell whoever was on the other end didn't want that. So, rather than force their hand? Blake waited. She waited and patiently breathed through each time her body was brought to the brink only to be held there for minutes on end, or only to topple over, sometimes in rapid succession.
The faunus handed her body over to the bath, allowing everything else to melt away. She would stay there till well after her fingertips and toes had pruned, till she was near dying of hydration at that, after all of what the other woman wanted to put them through. By the time she was done; or rather it was done, Blake couldn't have cared to take count of all the climaxes of her afternoon, all she cared was that she was thankful enough that this time it hadn't happened during her lunch break or while she was in a class. Normally she could keep quiet or at least keep any squirming down to a simple twitch of her bow or a firm grasp at the edge of her desk, but if today's events had occurred during a class, Blake was certain that there would have been no hope for keeping it under wraps.
Though the dark-haired faunus hadn't cared to count or to observe much of her over gluttonous orgasms beyond the fact that it had been comprised of quick and long sequences, Weiss couldn't have felt any more different about it. No, no, Weiss took each individual peak as a personal offense! A grievance! And she noted it as such. Literally, Weiss had begun to keep a notebook from her first spontaneous climax with no reason. At first, it had always just been under the impression that it would one day help her find her future lover, but seeing that whoever in the hell had been subjecting her to this harassment seemed beyond intent on driving her up a wall of insanity, the notebook's intent had changed. Now she kept it more as a list she kept if only to one day read off this perpetrator's crimes to them before executing a finishing blow, or at least that was what the fair-haired princess kept telling herself to ease her rage.
Weiss Schnee, October 12
An unforgivably long session!
Beginning at 1:30
Fast and sudden like always
1:31-1:45, 1:46-1:48, 1:49-2:01, 2:01-2:16
Fuck! This asshole won't stop!
Long, short, short, long, short, short, short, long, long, long, long
I thought they had stopped! Why give me a ten-minute break if you are just going to start again!
Short, long, short, short, long, long, long, long, short, long, long, short
Weiss's journal grew sloppy as she fell further down the rabbit hole, everything growing incredibly more overwhelming to the point it threatened to break her. In her best efforts to at least continue her notes, their format changed. But Weiss figured that times weren't quite necessary anymore, Just noting down that it took a relatively long or short time was good enough. It had to be, because otherwise, there was simply no way the exhausted heiress would ever have managed to jot down anything at all amidst the everything of her evening.
End of Chapter 2
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