Chapter 17
"You knew?" Velvet reeled in disgust.
"I! I! I didn't know it was that bad! She just told me she didn't know how to tell them."
"I can't believe you! They are mated Ilia! Bitten, she's been bitten by them already! I thought you had grown up; that you were over her!" Velvet's voice rose until it broke, the hurt clear on her face.
Ilia could handle the yelling. She knew she had earned that much. Even if she had really meant the best, she had fucked up in such a uniquely her way, she knew she deserved that. But the look of betrail on Velvet's face; the look that told her Velvet regretted her choice, that she wished she hadn't told Ilia. That was what broke the faunus's heart, seeing that her lover regretted them. "Velvet." Ilia broke.
"What!" The other faunus snapped, clearly hurting and still doubting everything about their relationship.
"You really think I did this to break them up?" The faunus verged on tears.
"What the hell else could you have been doing? She clearly didn't want them to know!"
"She did though! She just didn't know how to tell them!"
"Whatever!"
"Velvet! I swear! I wasn't doing it to hurt them! I wanted to help them!"
"You what?"
"Look, I love Blake. But- not like that! Not anymore! And… and she was going so far out of her way to hide her marks. She said it was because she felt guilty doing it without telling them what a mating bite means to us. But then when I told her to tell them, she just said she couldn't. Really, I was trying to help. I swear!"
"I… you were…" Velvet softened slightly.
"I swear."
"But why? Why push when she didn't want…"
"Because! It's Blake! She'll duck away from a conversation for years if it was too hard or scary."
"So?"
"So! That is… it's sad! Loving someone enough you want to wear their mark but not being able to! And to have it there, but feeling like you have to hide it? I! I just!"
"Ilia?" Velvet questioned, moving in just a little as she saw the worry building. "I- is this because you wanted Blake to bite you?" She checked, overly cautious, and weary of being let down by her soulmate.
"No! I… I mean, I guess I did want that once upon a time. But no! That has nothing to do with this! I swear!"
"Then what does have to do with it." Velvet crossed her arms over her chest.
Ilia's eyes pleaded with the other woman, begging not to have to say it. "You know what."
"I don't."
'Velvet."
"Ilia."
The chameleon faunus fidgeted, terrified of admitting the truth. "It was because I want a bite like that; because I want someone to wear mine as well."
"I knew it was still about her." Velvet went to turn, but Ilia's fingers gracing at her arm stopped her just in time.
"Not her Velvet." Ilia looked up to her mate. "I… want yours, but I know it is too early to ask. That was why I wanted to help Blake. She is lucky enough to have found her person, or persons, and she has their marks. She can wear them with pride, but she is just anxious about telling them so she isn't. That is why it bugged me so much. Why I wanted to help."
"You… you want my?"
Ilia nodded sheepishly.
"She's here." Weiss noted as she and Yang came up on the door to Blake's room.
"How do you know? Even if you knew someone was here, it was a fifty fifty that Ilia and Velvet were going back to their room after game night got cut short."
"I mean, maybe. But I doubt Ilia would want to risk running into her again today… also, that's her bow right there." Weiss pointed to the ground where it laid just outside the door, half in the room and half out.
"Oh…" Yang whispered.
"She hates wearing it, and wants to rip it off as soon as she is in private. If she is upset, she can sometimes tear it off before she gets in the door."
"Smart." Yang nodded before brazenly knocking on the door as roughly as she could. "Blake? Yo, Blake? It's us."
Weiss's head fell into her hands, questioning why she had ever assumed her soulmate could handle this with tact.
"Go away." Blake groaned, hiding her face into a pillow from behind the door.
"No! We're not just going to go away. We are your soulmates."
"Yeah, and apparently we give you a faunus mating bite?" Yang half questioned. "I… I'm still not really sure what that is… but I'm gonna bet it's why you've been so upset all day."
"I wasn't upset!" Blake grumbled.
Weiss slapped Yang's arm. "Really, Blake, it's ok, whatever it is. I- we are sorry. I didn't know that was a thing."
"Me neither."
"We didn't mean to do or take anything from you before you could actually tell us about it and give consent. I'm so sorry." Weiss offered.
"It's not that! You two didn't do anything wrong!" Blake barked, squeezing a pillow into her abdomen.
"Then what is it?" Yang huffed.
"Blake, we just want to talk. Please? Just let us in."
"What is there to talk about! I'm sure Ilia told you everything already!"
"Nope."
"She was willing to explain, but we didn't listen." Weiss answered.
"I… look, if it's this important, we'd rather hear whatever it is from you."
"She really didn't? You two…"
"If it is really that big a deal, and you still don't want to talk about it, we understand. But we want you to know that if we did anything wrong, we are sorry. We are sorry, and we just want you to talk to us."
"I just wanna hold my girlfriends and say it'll be alright." Yang admitted with a shrug and a huff; a simple woman to the core.
"You really wanted to hear it from me? Even if it meant waiting?" Blake whispered, cracking the door open as little as possible in a thin hope to hide her shame.
Both of her soulmates just nodded, turned to each other, and then nodded again. "Of course." They both replied with too much earnestly for the poor faunus girl.
"I'm sorry." Blake whimpered and rested her forehead against the edge of the door, the sight of her faunus ear crumpling down disheartened and clearly shameful.
"Sorry for what?"
"For not telling you sooner." Blake hid behind the door as she opened it. Hiding didn't seem to do much for her tho, as soon as the door was open, Yang marched in and around to hug Blake from behind.
"Shut up dummy."
Weiss glared at Yang for calling their soulmate a dummy, but after a moment, she gave in and joined in the hug. "Don't be sorry for not telling us before. Just tell us now; that's why we came here." She squeezed her mates in the hug.
"I love you two." Blake whimpered, melting into the embrace and allowing as the others directed her to the bed. She was the first to sit, looking to the others worriedly. "I… do you have any questions before I explain it?" She asked more looking for a reason to postpone explaining than anything else.
"Did we do anything wrong?" Yang asked the only question either of them had, her hand landing comfortingly on Blake's thigh only a moment before Weiss's joined it there.
"No." Blake smiles softly, her hands raising to touch the marks of her mates. "Nothing at all. You two have verged on irritatingly perfect."
"Well, that's something."
"I am glad we haven't made anything worse at least."
Blake smiled again softly. "I don't really know how or why it started, but it's quietly been a faunus trait between long term couples, specifically soulmates for… forever; at least as long as anyone remembers." Blake unwrapped the scarf and removed her turtleneck, fingers idly rubbing at the markings. "It's not something we really care to talk much about outside of like, birds and bees talks…" Blake paused, her mates nodding along and listening close. "Umm, I think… I'm starting to understand an extra reason or two why we do it, but I do know that… that somewhere along the line… between the Schnee dust company and general poverty, it became a way of announcing a couple was engaged. Faunuses seldom have the free money for a fancy ring, but…"
Weiss looked rather guilty at first, but at the word engaged, her eyes perked up as did Yang's. "E- engaged?"
"We… proposed to you by accident?"
Blake just nodded. "A… a little, yeah. It… it is more than that in a way too though. Wearing your mate's mark… it isn't just saying that you are taken, spoken for or that you found your soulmate and want to spend the rest of your life with them, it is a matter of pride; of trust. That the faunus was willing to give their mate a permanent patch of their skin; a marking." Blake worriedly looked to the others who were still silent. "God! I- I'm so sorry! I know it doesn't mean anything to you two, and it doesn't need to mean that to you two at all. Gosh, I am so sorry. I- telling you two this is pushy, and this is why I-"
"I'm ok with it." Yang was the first to say it, to admit that she liked the meanings that came packaged along with the marking.
"And you aren't upset or hesitant to wear the mark of a Schnee?" Weiss worried, her hand on Blake's thigh tightening slightly.
"Weiss." Blake whispered. "That doesn't matter. How could it? I love you."
"Then I am fine with it; it actually sounds rather sexy. All your faunus friends knowing whose you are; that you have two mates who love you more than anything."
Blake began crying at that. The faunus just couldn't handle it, the tears came all of their own accord.
"Blake!" Both her mates rushed in to wipe away a tear from either eye.
"Blake, what's wrong, why are you crying?"
"Because I'm happy. My mates understand; they love me."
"We do, you know?" Weiss kissed the tears away with the most delicate touch of her lips.
"So?" Yang chuckled under her breath and brought her thumb to the mark she had left at the faunus's neck. "Engaged now, huh?"
Blake shuttered at the touch, it feeling as if Yang's fingers were somewhere so much more intimate. "I mean! It's- people who aren't faunuses might not see it that way, but… yeah." She nodded in a weak whimper.
"I like it." The blonde huffed decisively before leaning in to kiss over the mark. "Might not be a ring, but my accidental dental work ain't half bad; if I do say so myself."
The faunus squirmed, striving to not be so painfully transparent with the effect the kiss had on her.
"I rather like mine too. Smaller, but… refined." Weiss capitalized on seeing how easy Yang was getting their soulmate going by following along and mimicking Yang.
"Fuck! I- umm!" Blake stammered flustered. "I- I always heard rumors as a teen… mhmm~" Blake struggled to get across a logical thought as her mates began to kiss deeper and suck softly. "I always heard that mating bites could your neck… oh! More sensitive; but only for your mate." Blake whimpered.
"I can tell princess."
"You are already purring kitten."
"E- evil." Blake moaned out.
"How could we be evil?" "We are just trying to show out mate we love her." The duo whispered, delicately adding in a tender nip here or there around the near healed markings.
"Not~ not fair."
"Too bad kitten." Yang pushed the faunus back and down on her bed.
"Now, may we take care of our mate once more?" Weiss held Yang's hand, the two standing tall, towering above the bed, their sheer visage threatening to ruin their faunus.
"We don't have to, if you need cuddle time instead that is entirely ok." Yang held the heiress back for a moment, wanting to make sure Blake could get whatever she needed.
"It's up to you."
"Please." Blake looked up to them with pleading eyes. "Don't ever go kissing the marks like that and leave me with only cuddles."
"Of course love." "We will give you everything you need." The duo climbed onto the bed, quickly moving to attack the faunus's neck once more.
"Fuck." Blake cursed under her breath, hands naturally going to the back of her mate's necks, urging them to give her more and more.
"Kitten." "Princess." They whispered lovingly as what felt like dozens of hands slipped up and down her body, finding those places that craved their touch.
"Clothes…" Blake panted out, hands stumbling to rip off her top. "Clothes off."
Yang and Weiss took to the request with ease, four hands making better than six as the top slipped off and then her pants in quick succession. "She's already soaked." Weiss mused, her fingers slipping up the underside of Blake's ruined panties to collect some of the ample and abundant slick that clung to them.
"Ahh! Weiss!" Blake squirmed, detesting the lightness of the touch, how it was everything she needed, but nothing near what she wanted.
"Patience kitten." Yang calmed, stealing the faunus's lips already busy stumbling to find a retort or a plea and giving them something better to focus on. Loving, impatient, and evil, Yang made sure to caress at her marking gently just to ensure her mate came apart at the seams all the sooner.
Blake groaned and protested the kiss at first, but those thoughts slipped away all too fast as a delicate touch continued both at her neck and down south. Vying for reprieve or just the chance to beg for the teasing to be subdued in lieu of the right fucking her body craved died out in favor of her hands clawing and pulling at the back of Yang's neck. Nails dug into Yang's neck and shoulder as Blake pulled, pleading more! More! More! Breathless, kisses delved past the point where lungs protested. Blake might have died right there; and for a moment she thought had if it weren't for the feeling of Weiss's tongue dragging up her sex but through her panties. Instantly, Blake broke from the kiss, panting and near screaming at the heiress. "Weiss! N! Not fair!" She complained, craving growing.
"Beautiful." The heiress praised softly, all too easily infatuated with the cries her mate made at the teasing.
"Wait." Yang paused the others. "She's right." Yang gave just enough of a lingual lul to receive a baffled look from the heiress. "It's not fair."
"Huh?" Both of Yang's mates questioned.
"You've gotten to taste our kitten so many times. I think today is my turn; maybe she'd even like to taste you?" Yang suggested with a sly and overly pleased grin.
Weiss turned to a tomato, cheeks burning red as she pictured exactly what Yang must mean.
"I have been wanting to return the favor." Blake eyed down to Weiss and her hand took the heiress's.
"You- you're sure?" Weiss trembled to take the faunus's hand.
Blake just nodded with a small confident smile.
"But… how- I mean logistics…" Weiss began, but both her mates could read that she knew exactly how already.
Ever the blunt and bold one of the trio, Yang ever so simply grabbed the heiress like a little doll just to place her on her knees just to the left of Blake's head resting on the bed.
"I just?" Weiss shifted her left knee slightly, gesturing that she would throw it over Blake's head when she was ready.
"It is ok with me if it is with you." Blake offered, turning her head to kiss Weiss's thigh just about where the heiress's skirt ended.
"I- fuck." Weiss shuttered with the thought.
"Take your time; but I have a kitten to please and some cream to taste." Yang's features grew devilishly pleased as she moved to between Blake's legs and slipped off the faunus's panties.
Blake shifted slightly, getting comfortable as Yang slipped off her panties but keeping eye contact with Weiss the whole time. "Maybe it would be easier if we started like this?" She placed a hand at the inside of Weiss's thigh and slipped it up slightly, just to show what she meant.
"You mean before I s…" Weiss couldn't bring herself to say it as her face neared purple it was so red.
"Sit on my face?" Blake smirked, enjoying how her mate squirmed.
"I! I was going to say straddle!" Weiss looked startled and near terrified, but as she shifted to lower her core to Blake's hand, the heiress's soaked panties established that she was more than interested and still appreciative.
"Ever the refined princess."
"I! Hey! Your head is still the one in the pillows!" Weiss flushed further.
"That I am." Blake nodded, her fingers beginning to pull Weiss's panties aside.
"Blake~"
"Antsy to feel it?" Blake cooed and shifted slightly as a moan built in her throat. Eyes rolled back slightly as the faunus felt Yang beginning her task with slow and languid licks, loving her labia so thoroughly.
The heiress bit her lower lip. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, but she desperately wanted to feel what Blake was; to feel her mate's tongue lavishing her and licking up all the wetness that pooled between her thighs.
"You are so soaked; so ready."
"Eep!" Weiss yelped as Blake grazed her clit.
"You ok?" Blake checked, stilling her hand.
"Yeah." Weiss trembled, her hips shifting anxiously.
"We don't have to."
"No! No! I! I want it!" Weiss stammered. "God I want it!" She whined and Balke could swear a drip of Weiss's wetness hit her hand.
"Maybe we should take off your panties first then? Would that help?" Blake offered in a low husky whisper, Yang's loving getting to her already.
Weiss just nodded and allowed Blake to pull them down for her by the gusset. "God I~"
"What's wrong Weiss?" Yang peeked up from between Blake's thighs for just a moment to check on her other lover.
"S! Stop staring at me!" Weiss whimpered, the embarrassment feeding her arousal which in turn fed the embarrassment.
"She's just embarrassed; but she's still so horny."
"A! Am not!" Weiss huffed.
"Embarrassed or horny?" Yang pressed the heiress on her lie.
"Either!"
"Well, then why are you blushing so bad?" Blake teased gently.
"I! Fine, maybe I am just a little embarrassed!" Weiss pointed her nose up to the sky.
"So you are telling me this does not have you horny?"
"O- of course not!"
"So, you are saying… when I do this…" Yang lowered her head once more as her hands slipped up Blake's bare body to grasp at the faunus's breasts. Firmly, her hands grasped and squeezed at Blake's breasts as thumbs and index fingers pinched and rolled the faunus's nipples. As if that wasn't enough, Yang eagerly sucked and swirled her tongue directly around Blake's clit, giving no credence to the obvious knowledge that she would be pushing Blake to a point of oversensitivity.
The faunus couldn't help her reactions. Yang played her with ease; an instrument made just for her. Back arching, Blake cried out, her mouth open wide as she panted and reeled in between moans. Too much in all the best ways, she couldn't bring herself to ask for the reprieve she needed, it was simply too good.
"You are saying that when I do that, you don't want to drop your hips right down onto the mouth of our poor kitten? Let her lick up your cream and make you feel just as good? Our sweet little kitten screaming into your pussy and all but drowning in that wetness I see dripping down your thigh." Blake effortlessly pointed to the slightest dribble of Weiss's arousal slipping just a little past the hem of her skirt.
"Fuck." Weiss bit her lower lip and whimpered, barely finding the strength to avoid hiding her face. "I- are you sure? Sure it is ok?" She turned to Blake again.
"I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't." The faunus turned her head to kiss and lick gently at Weiss's thigh, a tiny audition for what she could do to the heiress if she was allowed to.
"Fuck! Yes, ok, ok, I'll do it." Weiss griped to hide her embarrassment as she forced herself to straddle her mate's head. Already panting anxiously with excitement, Weiss nearly collapsed the moment she felt Blake's hot breath against her sex. "Oh my god."
"Hey, hold my hand, it will be ok. We're here, we love you." Yang extended her hand.
"Mhmm." Blake grunted her agreement as she kissed at the inside of Weiss's thigh, getting a much more dramatic reaction of Weiss's hips trembling and threatening to buck into Blake's mouth. As the faunus continued her efforts, her hand floundered around until she could find Yang's hand, offering it as support along with the blonde mate.
"I love you, you dorks." Weiss grumbled while on the verge of tears at the love she felt from them.
Yang lowered her head once more as she felt Weiss's hand in hers and Blakes. Passionately, she returned to her efforts. Tongue probing and exploring Blake, she soon felt the faunus's hand at the back of her head and directing her gently.
Weiss moaned at the breathtaking sight. How in the world did they have any right to be that sexy? With Yang's face buried deep between Blake's thighs and the faunus gently rocking her hips up into the blonde's mouth. It just wasn't right, they had no reason to leave her so wrecked, wetness beginning to run down both of her thighs. She couldn't take it any longer, especially with how Blake's kissing and licks slowly deepened. Timidly, the heiress dropped her hips, lowering them to meet Blake's mouth.
The faunus latched to Weiss's labia immediately. Intentionally she dragged her tongue up the dribble of Weiss's wetness and all the way up until she could taste her mate. Her tongue darted around to part Weiss, slightly sucking as she did to draw just a little more blood to Weiss's sex and heighten her mate's pleasure.
"Fuck! Fuck Blake!" Weiss fell forward, catching herself with hands on the faunus's breasts, gripping and squeezing them greedily as she strived to steady herself against the sensation of blake lapping her up. "God, Blake I- oh!" Her hips trembled just enough for Blake's efforts at her labia to accidentally collide with her clit; everything she could have helped to feel and more. "There! God, right there." She found her hips moving of their own accord as she not only lowered her hips further, but ground her mound intentionally against Blake's mouth, pressing her clit right to the faunus's tongue. The heiress came undone, fraying at all her edges, literal and metaphorical. She could feel Yang's eyes on her, greedily drinking in her pleasure just as her mouth did for Blake.
Evil as always, Yang decided that any time where Weiss was still reeling from the sensation was ideal, she slipped two fingers inside the faunus. Curling them just right, she called forth the exact response she had desired from Blake. The faunus curled up, her tongue moving faster as she howled int Weiss and drove the heiress to the brink. All too easily, she controlled them both, bringing them beyond everything they had known before and right up against the edge. Blake's wetness pooled on her tongue as she focused on her lover's clit, giving it everything Blake needed but could barely handle. She knew the time was to come at any moment when Blake's hands shot up, grabbing at Weiss's ass and forcing it down just that little more so she could bring forth Weiss's climax. But not to be outdone, Yang raced Blake in her efforts, doing everything she could to beat the faunus by only a half of a moment, to time things so that even if Blake stopped as her climax crashed upon her, that Weiss would already past any point of no return.
"Fuck, I'm going to~" Weiss cries out just a half a moment before Blake screamed into her. The faunus convulsed, tongue still swirling at Weiss's clit as her hips clamped on Yang's head.
The three collapsed there, the duality of orgasms crashing down on all three of them at once exhausting them of all their waning energy. Somehow, despite being exhausted, they all managed to make their way back to a breathless sweaty clump of weary and trembling flesh.
"My mates." Blake's voice faltered as she felt her mates to either side of her.
"I love you." They both whispered before managing a soft kiss at their bite mark on the faunus's neck.
"I love you too."
The trio wouldn't be seen for the rest of the weekend save for the occasional meal break in the cafeteria, Not even Ruby would manage to see them for more than a passing glance. But, when the trio showed up for classes that Monday, the faunus wore nothing to cover her neck; nothing but the beautiful marks from her mates. Proud that she had their love, that they accepted her's in return.
Maybe, just maybe, there would even be another one or two faunuses sporting mating bites, but that would be a story for another time.
The End
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