WARNINGS: weapon kink, fingering, erotic nursing, bondage, domination and submission, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, coitus interruptus.

NOTE: Sorry about the delay getting this chapter up, RWBY fans; had been working on other things and got very, very sidetracked! So that you know, there's another Freezerburn story I co-authored with the same bloke being published over on their account: it's Yinyangbangbang. Less emphasis on smut and more on plot there, but still plenty of scintillating diversions. Anyway, on with the show!


CHAPTER FOUR

Every tiny hair was standing on end as Blake Belladonna paced back and forth between the two sets of bunk beds. She knew they didn't have much time; Weiss and Ruby had gone into town to the Cross Continental Transmit tower again, but they'd already been gone quite a while. She had been hoping Yang would return before now, but, of course, her training regimen had run long again. And she would be showering.

Adjusting the belt on her pyjamas, Blake grabbed her scroll and checked the time again. Where was she? How long could one blonde take to lift a few weights and scrub a few body parts?

Her cheeks reddened. Scrubbing body parts was a bad thing to imagine at this point in time. Frustrated with herself, she stood resolutely in the middle of the room and folded her arms over her chest, willing her partner to hurry things up.

Leaning against the bedpost, Blake slipped her feet in and out of her slippers. This wasn't going well. She wasn't brave enough to hunt Yang down in the locker room - not after their library misadventure - but she was also unwilling to allow this opportunity for them to explore each other together go to waste.

"Ugh, this is so like her," Blake sighed dejectedly, glancing over at Yang's bunk bed and trying not to be angry with her for something she didn't even know was going to happen.

And that's when she spotted Ember Celica, lying there innocently upon the sheets. It gave her a deliciously evil idea.

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After a long regime of working on her upper body, Yang always took a long shower. With that hair and how proud Yang was of it, it typically took her longer to shower than it did to actually work up the sweat. Though from she and Blake's last experience together, Yang still was extremely frustrated. It certainly made the shower a rather cold one.

Soon she was on her way back to the room. Dressing gown on, towel across her shoulders, with a small blush on her face. She hadn't stopped thinking of their mishap in the library - how much Blake enjoyed being pushed to her limit... and how much she enjoyed dominating Blake in such a way. The heat it built for her was unbearable, and she had been unable to sate it since. The cold shower didn't even solve anything.

Still, she finally arrived at the room, twisting the doorknob slowly...

With a quick turn, Blake faced the opening door. Fear leaped into her throat that it would be someone else; Ruby or Weiss, or, worse yet, one of the boys from down the hall. She wasn't completely properly attired!

But all was fine. "Ah, there you are," she said softly, hands behind her back as she turned to face her teammate properly. "You were gone a long time."

A small grin formed on Yang's face. She was curious as to where the other girls were, but this was much better. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment so she could take the towel off her shoulders. "What can I say? Hair doesn't wash itself."

"I, um..." Suddenly, Blake wasn't sure what to say. "Ruby and Weiss went into Vale, to send the Schnees that inquiry about the Dust refinement process."

Yang's eyebrow lifted with this comment. They were out again? This was actually brilliant. She didn't even have to make an excuse to get rid of them both this time. Still, she began running the towel over her head to dry her hair, it still wet from the shower.

"So does that mean I have this little pussy-cat all to myself?"

The corner of Blake's mouth twitched up, but she was too nervous about what she was about to attempt for the humour to last long. "It d-does. Is that what you want?"

She smirked. "I can't think of anything else I'd want more..." This time, she didn't want the risk of intrusion. Sure, the library was fun, but having the privacy would be good for now, especially with how pent up Yang was. With that thought in mind, she went to grab one of the chairs, pushing it right against the doorknob to keep it shut.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Blake asked, taking a hesitant step toward the door but not following any further than that.

"I thought after last time, might be nice to not get interrupted." She then tested the door, showing that it would be impossible to get in.

It took a lot of effort for Blake to keep from panicking, but she pleased herself by managing to stay calm. This was not anyone else; this was Yang, and she trusted Yang. She would not "cut off her escape route", she was merely ensuring there would be nobody blundering in.

"I agree," she said softly as she kicked the slippers under her bed, then turned to take a few steps toward Yang. "Locked up tight?"

"Tighter than a duck's anus." The blonde chuckled, then turned to face Blake. For so long she had wanted a moment together again. And yet... they never had done such things in pyjamas. What was it about Blake in her bed robes that made her cheeks now light up?

"That just makes me think I'll lose you to a duck-Faunus," Blake said with a nervous smile. She typically didn't joke. Nobody ever thought any of her jokes were funny before, so eventually she stopped making them. Then she stopped wanting to make them. But Yang made her want to try again.

Sure enough, a giggle did escape. She was glad to see how happy Blake had been as of late. She hadn't seen her smile this much before. Although, something finally caught her eye. Upon looking at her bunk, she spotted something. Or the lack of something.

"...Where's Ember Celcia?"

"Ember Celica? Well, let's see..."

When Blake raised a thoughtful finger to tap at her chin, the gleam of golden metal caught the light. Blake was wearing Ember Celica. Blake was wearing her Ember Celica. Her girlfriend was currently in little-to-no clothing, and wearing her handmade weapon. The idea was a little bizarre, and yet so personal... It made Yang growl under her breath, her cheeks growing red again.

"I don't believe you..."

With a shrug, Blake reached down to unbelt her robe. "I wanted to see how they looked on me." She waited until the robe had fallen to pool around her feet, leaving her completely bare save for the two gauntlets at her wrists and the bow atop her head, before she asked, "Are you mad?"

Silence fell for a while. This was the first time Yang had seen her in this way. She had felt, she had imagined, but she had never seen. Her eyes were wide as she looked her partner up and down. Her beautiful curves, her supple breasts, her flawless skin - well. All apart from the rather red mark on her neck from their last venture.

The blonde was unable to speak, and so shook her head in response. Of course she wasn't mad.

Now a truly catlike smile found its way onto Blake's mouth. Stepping out of the garment gracefully, she reached out and ran her fingernails quickly through Yang's damp hair, rubbing a lock of it between thumb and forefinger.

"Not mad? Then why won't you talk to me?"

Usually, Yang hated people touching her hair. It was something she was extremely proud of. But Blake could. Though she would never admit it, Blake could tie her around her little finger easily, so to speak. This was a perfect example, as Yang could do nothing but stare.

"I... Uh..."

Something was different about Yang today, but Blake couldn't quite put words to what it was. Maybe she was fatigued from her workout, or maybe just caught off-guard by seeing her in the nude for the first time. Or...

It could be that she had not been sated during their last encounter. It would account for a lot, now that she had that thought. So utterly aroused and yet never given the chance to find release...

"You don't have to say a word," Blake said in a slightly huskier voice as she slowly slid her hands under the lapels of Blake's robe, rubbing her collar bone. "Except for 'stop'. Or 'more'."

The blonde's breathing began to intensify, her eyes falling shut at her partner's touch. It was true, she was rather pent up from their last session. Any hope of release was for naught. Someone was always in their room, or there was too much to do. Even the shower room was too busy for her to perhaps release herself. But now that could be used to Blake's advantage.

With measured but expedient movements, Blake's hands whipped the robe so that it slid down Yang's shoulders and upper arms, stopping just so that the material draped over her breasts, taut. It was too much for her to resist. Her lips fell to the ample cleavage, testing how it might feel against them. It was to her liking.

A gasp of pleasure followed. This was most certainly to Yang's liking, as well. Blake had never been this forward before, but it was not at all unwelcome. Feeling her soft lips pressed against her breasts, imagining what she could do, it was making Yang's cheeks burn red. She even had to reach her hands back to the wall to support herself.

A fingernail began tracing its way down the center of Yang's chest, sliding through the ample cleavage as the lips kneaded harder and harder. It came to a gentle stop at the knot in the belt.

"More..." Yang begged, her eyes half opening again to look at her partner. And also over to the bed. Perhaps laying down would be better for them both? Blake did cast a casual glance over at the bed... but then looked back up into Yang's eyes as she pulled one end of the belt until the knot unravelled, exposing her stomach to the cool air. Among other things.

"Are your... legs getting tired?" Her fingers drifted down to the small thatch of golden curls. "Or weak?"

Her breath came in shaky gasps, especially when able to feel the cold air upon her still partially wet body. Her legs began to shake. It was true, they were becoming weak. Finally, the robe fell away; Blake caught it and wrapped it around herself, breathing in the vaguest scent of Yang that it had picked up from after her shower. In another instant, she was pressing her body against another, looking up into violet eyes steadily.

"Do you want me to give you what you gave me?"

Yang's eyes fell shut. How could she allow Blake to manipulate her this easily? How was it possible? The heat below was already so intense, but her lover's seductive tone only made it worse. She wanted this. She was willing to give up her dominance to have it.

And with a small nod, she submitted.

All Blake had to do was take three steps forward. Yang automatically kept pace, and before she knew it she was falling backward into the chair that was wedged under the doorknob. Her feline movements took Blake forward quickly enough to catch her neck, lowering her gently to a resting position.

"There we are," she said evenly, face impassive. "Are you ready?"

Yang looked up into her lover's eyes, her own burning with desire. She needed this. "Take me."

"Alright."

Everything in Blake wanted to draw this out... but she couldn't. Not looking into Yang's flushed face, seeing that she was nearly weeping with her need to find release. But she couldn't jump right in: this was new for her, too.

When her fingertips found Yang's thighs again, they danced just above them, making slow progress inward. At the same time, she gazed downward at the pert and... unexpectedly large nipple before her nose. She should have expected the size to match the breast beneath it, but she was still somewhat surprised during their first encounter. Now, however, she merely wanted to feel it against her tongue. Which she did a moment later.

The blonde moaned softly, her hands making their way into Blake's long hair. Blake was naked in all areas but one. Her ears. She wanted her lover to have the confidence to love them, to not be ashamed of them...

No. This was Blake's turn for dominance right now. She would not touch the bow until it was her turn. To encourage her, she tightened her grip slightly on Blake's hair, showing she was enjoying this movement of her lips. Her hips also bucked forward against her hand instinctively.

Feeling the movement of hips, Blake steeled herself. Yes, she had gone in blindly on one occasion after their first time, groping around inside Yang's shorts like an inept fool. To be completely honest with herself, all she felt was everything being wet and soft, and then it was all over. Not this time.

"Mmmhh," she moaned against the nipple as she wrapped her lips around it firmly. The hand edged between the thighs, finding warmth and slickness. Finding Yang's pleasure.

Again, Yang's grip within Blake's hair tightened. She couldn't help it, the pleasure was driving her insane. More moans poured from her mouth, especially at the feeling of her lover's tongue lapping at her breasts in this manner. She had never had someone be so tender toward them before.

Blake felt her mouth go slightly slack at the mounting pressure on her scalp; it was starting to heat up her core in a way that the other activities had failed to do. Yet. All of her focus was on Yang, so her arousal had been minimal.

Still, when she felt her fingertip slide through the silken folds for the first time, her heart seized - she was touching her partner in the most intimate way possible. Not just frantically, not because it was urgent that something happen. Every nerve ending in her finger felt moisture, tiny folds of vulnerable skin. It was exquisite. It was heaven, and she needed more.

"Yang," she breathed as she slid the finger all the way inside.

"Ah!" she gasped, hips bucking up for more contact. She had been waiting so long... One would not be enough to satisfy her. But god, did it feel good to finally have her needs begin to be satisfied!

"Blake... More," she begged, her legs parting a little more to give her easier access.

Watching those knees slip off the corners of the chair did something to Blake that she hadn't expected. It was such a small thing, and yet...

"Mmhhh," she moaned again onto the breast as it fell from her lips. Inspiration hit her. Removing her hand from Yang's neck, she reached in and eased her breast to the side. "I want you to look down, Yang. Look at what I'm doing. At what I'm wearing while I do it."

Such a request was something Yang never heard before, but it was so arousing that her cheeks flushed red yet again. She did as commanded, looking down at her partner's hand. There it was, thrusting one finger in and out of her wet opening. Wearing her gauntlets. It was so personal.

But she was still squirming, hips bucking. "More... please...?"

"Alright." Her own heart in her throat, Blake began moving faster and faster, hoping she was doing this right, cursing herself for not exploring her own body often enough so that she would have a basis of comparison. As she did so, she reattached her mouth to Yang's breast and created light suction, laving over it rapidly, lovingly.

"T-two fingers," Yang begged. She knew at times Blake needed guidance, especially in matters such as this. Her body was already beginning to shiver in pleasure. It had been so long...

Blake felt herself grind completely to a halt as she contemplated that. Two fingers? Would they both fit? But then she felt hips shivering against her hand and remembered there was a task to complete. Steeling herself, she slowly drew out the finger and added a second to it as she reentered her partner.

When reentered, another moan escaped her, this time louder. Her hands were reaching for something to grasp. Anything... Blake's hair would do for one, the other landing upon whatever was nearby. Which happened to be the handle of Gambol Shroud.

A coldness stole up through Blake when she saw the hand on her precious weapon, one that threatened to quench the burning passion in her; threatened, but did not succeed. She was in this too deep and cared for Yang too much to let such a simple thing as her possessiveness ruin this moment. Therefore, instead of stopping, she ramped up her speed, feeling nervous as if she would break Yang in two with her rough movements.

"Blake! Yes!" Instead, Yang's moans only increased in volume, her grip getting tighter. She couldn't hold on much longer, not when Blake was moving at such speed. "I'm so close... Blake, please!"

Blake's mouth slid down the side of the breast and bit hard at the fragile flesh there, suckling. A few more seconds and she marked Yang as soundly as she had been marked. All the while, her hand did its work well, feeling the muscles inside her partner grow rigid.

"HNNN... BLAKE!"

Her stomach clenched as she finally reached her climax, her toes curling with pure pleasure while her grip in Blake's hair became ever so tight. White hot pleasure writhed through her body, finally satisfying her after so long.

A white-hot prickle of evil pride shot through her at hearing her name screamed that way, at feeling what she felt around her hand. Satisfaction. Joy. Exuberance.

Passion.

"Oh, Yang," she whispered against the hot skin as her lips left it, seeing how red the spot was out of the corner of her eye as her hand slowed and then stopped. "You... you sounded... mmm."

The blonde gasped for breath, still coming down from her pleasure-induced high. It was so different from before, so much better. But it was Blake; of course it was amazing. Not one to leave a job half done, she looked to her lover through half closed eyes.

"Your turn, pussycat."

Unable to resist, Blake grinned seductively. She had been momentarily granted power over Yang; it was intoxicating, delicious. But she knew it wouldn't last forever, so she wanted to draw the moment out as long as possible.

"Are you sure? Your turn could last... longer." As she withdrew from inside her girlfriend, she allowed one fingertip to trace a small circle around the sensitive clit.

"Hnn..." After having just climaxed, she was still very sensitive in this area. She could easily go for it again... But that gave her a deliriously evil idea of her own when she noticed her hand was upon the Gambol Shroud, upon Blake's own weapon. She bought it closer to her, particularly to inspect the long strip of leather that was on it. "It could... Or we could try something new?"

"Something new?" Blake's eyebrows drew together as her pulse began to speed up, her mouth ran dry. This was going to push her out of her comfort zone. It was such a running theme lately that she shouldn't have been surprised, and yet she was. Still... that idea was very tempting.

"Wh-" She cleared her throat to be able to speak again. "What did you have in mind?"

"Last time, you talked about me 'domesticating' you." The blonde said this with the strip in her hands, running it through her fingers slowly, before getting up from the chair to approach her. "So if we're bringing weapons into the bedroom... I think we oughtta even the odds. And yours are pretty good for the domestication part."

Blake found herself backing up, already starting to shake as she glanced between the length of leather and the blade dragging along the floor. This was unacceptable. She wanted to master that fear- no. She wanted Yang to master it. Wait, did she?

"I... you remember that?" Then her back was against the corner post of their bunks. "Hey, I- what are you thinking about doing?"

She noticed Blake looking upon the blade, rather then the strip of leather. That was not at all what she wanted her to focus on; she would never hurt Blake. Not severely, and never with a blade; that was too much, even for her. Without waiting, she went to unclip the scabbard, placing that to one side to leave her with the long leather strip in both of her hands.

"I'm thinking of laying you down, tying you up, and having my way with you."

"O-oh." The sensation of relief mingling with anticipation was a curious one. Letting out a slow breath that only partially helped to calm her nerves, Blake then said, "Sh... should I resist? Or do you want to..." The things coming out of her mouth terrified her, and yet they reflected her true desires. "Do you want me to obey you?"

"Whatever your desires are. Don't worry about what I think, we'll play out your fantasy." Perfect. This way, Yang could still be the dominant party, but Blake would have all of the control. And she wouldn't even know it. Yang pulled the leather strip tight between her hands again.

"Today's word is 'Chapter'. Make sure you remember."

"Chapter," Blake repeated, then blanched. "I m-mean, not that I'm using it yet! Just... reminding myself." This was bad. She already wanted to please Yang more than anyone else she knew. How would it be when she temporarily entered a role in which it was her sole purpose?

"Ooop, sorry, nope. We're finished now, bye bye!" Yang played along, unable to help but laugh afterward, showing that she was joking.

Frowning grumpily, Blake turned to the side and folded her arms. "Fine. If you want to be done, we can be done."

Immediately after, Yang stepped into her role, approaching Blake slowly while she had her back to the bed. "We start now." Then she pushed her body up against hers, running one hand up her leg slowly.

"Today, Miss Belladonna... we are done when I say we're done."

Blake gulped. "Yes, ma'am." She had been dangerously close to saying "Yes, Master", and felt both relief and regret that she hadn't. What was she turning into?

"On the bed," she commanded. Though she took a step back, giving Blake the choose what she wanted. Would she obey willingly, or have to be restrained by Yang's strength?

Blake slowly sank to her knees, then turned and crawled on all fours to the bed, checking over her shoulder for Yang's approval as she leapt onto the mattress, landing in the same beastlike position.

This was interesting. She did not expect for Blake to be playing her role in this way. Although it was rather... interesting. Still, Yang looked upon her naked body with that same lust-filled desire. She needed her. But she wanted to command more from her first.

"Lay on your back."

"Yes, Master." Why not test it out? It felt deliciously wrong in her mouth. Still struggling to form an opinion on that, she rolled onto her back, hands in front of her chest with palms out, gazing steadily at Yang with utter and complete trust.

Master. She needed a moment to take that in. Normally, she considered Blake her partner, equal to her in every way. And yet she was trusting her to play this role fully. To share her dark desires with her. That worried her the tiniest bit, but Yang would comply willingly. She too jumped onto the bed, crawling over Blake's body and reaching up to pin Blake's arms above her head. She then looked down into her amber eyes, licking her lips.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, kitty."

Swallowing thickly, Blake didn't even dare nod, not trusting her actions to look anything other than jerky and awkward. She merely allowed her body to be manipulated, for Yang to pose her in whatever way she wished. Her face was likely hot to the touch by now.

This was when she used the strap. Keeping Blake's arms pinned with one hand, she used the other to wrap around her wrists, keeping them tied in position. To take it a step further, she then also wrapped it around the bed-post, keeping her hands above her head. Proud of her work, she then tied a simple knot, keeping it all together.

"Good enough for you, pet?"

It was truly involuntary when Blake thrashed against her new bonds; she didn't like being tied up. But she liked Yang having complete control over her. The disparity in these thoughts roiled in her heart like a storm. Licking her lips, knowing she couldn't easily escape and that it was the issue in question, she nodded.

"Yes, master."

"Good." Yang smirked before pressing her body fully against that of her lover's. Both of Blake's legs were either side of her own, and she used this to her advantage. Running her hands over Blake's body again, she kissed her lips softly, grinding her crotch against her lover's as much as she could.

"NHHH!" Feeling the dripping wetness graze over her, the muscles and bones of the rest of their bodies preventing easy contact, Blake was more teased than satisfied with the grinding - and yet she ground back, finding it impossible to do anything else. The soft presence of another silky body on top of hers was beyond satisfying in all other ways. Her arms moved forward to embrace her partner-

And jerked to a halt. She had already forgotten. A whine of frustrated need issued from deep in her throat.

She broke away from the kiss when hearing the whine, an evil smirk appearing on her. "Aww, poor thing..." Her lips did not return to Blake's. Instead, she started to kiss down Blake's neck, down her collarbone. One hand reached into Blake's hair again, pulling the bow slowly out of her hair, revealing her ears.

"N-no!" she breathed, head turning this way and that, trying to shake off Yang's attempt to unmask her shameful heritage. It was too late. She hadn't said the words of release... because, deep down, she didn't really mind. It was just her instinct to hide them now, to cover the part of her anatomy that singled her out from humans. Tears blurred her vision as she forced herself to concentrate on the lips moving along her chest instead of the crisp air that met her furred appendages, to listen with her human ears instead of the newly-freed ones.

Yang paused for a moment, waiting for the word of release. But... it never came. She wanted Blake, all of her. Every part of her, even the parts which she herself may have disliked. Her lips started to kiss lower, beginning to lick upon her breasts eagerly. It was clear, her goal was to taste Blake all over.

In light of the attention being paid the rest of her body, Blake found it impossible to keep fretting about her ears or the bonds at her wrists - for which she was grateful. She squirmed lazily under the kisses, eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the teasing sensation.

Yang's tongue flickered over Blake's nipple, her hand reaching to massage the other mound. The spare hand went straight down to the inbetweens of her legs, rubbing inner thighs slowly. But she didn't touch her sex. Oh no... she wouldn't yet. That would be letting her off too easy.

Both thighs twitched together at the sensation of the hand on them, but it was a reflex; most of Blake's attention was on the other hand and the wicked tongue, teasing her chest, sending little spirals of pleasure down into her. She raised her ankles and draped them over Yang's calves, knowing that in her current predicament, it was the only way she could show appreciation in a physical way.

The blonde sighed against her chest, eventually backing away from her breast so she could look up at her. Her hand never stopped massaging the other breast, thumb delicately brushing over her nipple. She had an idea, something of which she had never tried before. At least, never on a woman. Her kisses began again, this time on Blake's stomach, making her way down.

Blake let out a tiny sigh of mingling relief and disappointment when one of her breasts was released. She had been enjoying that - but the newer sensation of the lips on her stomach held her curiosity, and so she decided to merely lean back and enjoy this odd form of body worship, allowing her eyes to fall closed with an "Nh..."

Each sound Blake made was like heaven. It powered her to keep going, it drove her forward to her goal. But soon her kissing was just below her stomach, her hand leaving her breast so she could push her legs apart. Her objective now would be obvious.

Painfully obvious. Frighteningly obvious.

"Wh-wha-" Blake's eyes slid open to see a mop of yellow hovering above her most private area, and she felt her heart skip over a beat. "No, Yang, wh-what are you going to- don't look so close at that!"

She didn't let her words stop her. With a sly smirk, she held her legs in place. Finally, she leaned in, tongue pressing up against Blake's wetness, lapping up her taste. It was her turn to be the animal, as she eagerly licked her lover's sex. Savouring her taste.

"Mmmm..."

Panic began to bite into Blake's arousal, clouding the corners of her vision and making her every atom shake. She jerked against the leather restraint a few times, knowing she should stop Yang - she was tasting her, that was so wrong, she couldn't let it continue...

But she hadn't said the safeword. After a moment, she remembered it, but still didn't speak it. Why? If she was so uncomfortable with having that part of herself looked at, much less licked, how could she let this continue?

Because she did want it. Part of her couldn't stand that it was happening, but she wanted Yang to have what she desired, wanted to be touched in this way. Wanted to be wanted.

The taste was bringing heat to the blonde's core. It was the most intimate way she could have her love. Her tongue continued to run over her sensitive flesh, making her quiver whenever Blake made a movement against it. It felt so good to tease her in this way, so deliciously evil. Her tongue curled when it came into contact with her clit, using this to brush against it firmly. She needed more Blake.

How was it that this felt so different from when Yang had used her fingers? Rouge filled her cheeks as Blake first gaped at what was happening between her thighs, then slammed her head aside and looked away, confused and afraid of what kind of person this made her. Indeed, though, it felt wonderful.

Fingers would come into this. Two, in fact. While distracting her by licking her clit, two fingers entered her opening. Agonisingly slowly, they began to thrust in and out, accompanying the movement of her tongue. No part of Blake's sex was ignored, and there was nothing the Faunus could do to stop it.

"OH!" Blake shouted when she felt something entering her - it had to be fingers, but she couldn't see, she didn't know! Before she had time to adjust to that, they were already drawing back out again, and between that and the devilish tongue she could feel her end building much faster than it had on the two previous occasions. "Nnhh! Yang! Yang, y- OH, GOD!"

Suddenly... Nothing. The tongue left, the fingers left... Suddenly Yang was doing nothing at all, asides from getting herself back up again.

"Not yet."

At the sudden absence, Blake went completely limp, mouth hanging open, eyes gazing at the underside of Yang's bed above her. First, she had to catch her breath. Then...

"N... not yet?"

"Not... Yet..." she repeated. She wanted to give into her, truly she did. To push her above and beyond. But waiting would make that all the more sweet. Besides, she still needed to sate herself again. One climax wasn't enough. Not for today. With her plan in action, she hitched herself up, straddling across Blake's leg, grinding her own wetness against it. "Hnn..."

"O-oh..." Face flaming, Blake could feel her toes spreading instinctively when Yang began to press herself onto her leg. Twice now. Twice Yang would do this. Did she like legs for this purpose? Experimentally, Blake rolled her ankle as much as she possibly could, hoping the flexing muscles and shifting bones would be felt by the leg's rider.

The difference felt was wonderful, all experiences for her to try out. Had Blake been reading about ways to make this better? It certainly seemed that way from how forward she was when they began. Grinding herself against her lover all the more passionately, she also leaned down to kiss her collarbone. All the many things to get her riled up, but no satisfaction.

The actions of her lover were driving Blake out of her mind with need. It was true that she had never been terribly curious or adventurous when it came to these kinds of activities before - which is why her sudden hunger surprised her. Was it because Yang's mouth had dared sample her wetness? Either way, she tried to angle her face down to kiss the top of Yang's head.

She felt Blake's efforts, though she was unable to help but chuckle between her moans. This was deliciously evil. Winding Blake to the point when she was begging for more was greater then the satisfaction she was receiving from grinding against her leg. She bought her hand down, pressing the fingers which were already coated in Blake's wetness against her own, beginning to grind against them as well.

"Tell me how this feels, Blake. Explain it to me."

Turning her eyes aside, Blake racked her arousal-clouded mind. "U-um... hot... soft and w-wet, and... and your f-fingers feel hard against my leg..."

"And what's it doing to you?" she asked, continuing her slow pace against her leg and fingers.

"Frustrating me." Blake swallowed, trying to get her voice to sound less reedy and strained, and failing. "It makes me..." What she wanted to say was offensive. It felt wrong to just blurt it out like that, so she held in the words by biting down on her lips.

"It makes you what?" the blonde asked, her thrusts finally getting faster and firmer. Finally she was trying to finish herself so she could get back to her love. "Tell me everything, don't hold back."

Shaking her head briefly, Blake closed her eyes as she forced herself to confess, "It m-makes me want you to touch me, Yang - or to touch m-myself!"

The words intensified Yang's own pleasure. She was arousing her girlfriend so much, making her want to do previously-unspeakable things to herself! That thought in mind made her feel so wanted, so warm. She was close, continuing to grind firmly against her as she felt her second climax approaching.

"H-how much? How much do you... Want me?"

"Too much," Blake whispered. Every thrust caused Yang's perfectly spherical breasts to sway and bounce, the lean muscle on her hips and thighs to ripple. Those waterfalls of blonde cascading down her shoulders leaped and danced like the brightest flame. Who wouldn't desire her?

But there had to be something else she could say that would drive Yang over the threshold.

"I... I've never wanted anything more than I want you, Master!"

It did as she wanted. Blake's desire for her drove her over the edge. With a few more firm thrusts, Yang had to bite her own lips, holding back the scream of pleasure she so desperately wanted to let loose. She couldn't do that when team JNPR were only down the hallway.

Once finished she took a moment to catch her breath, gazing upon her frustrated lover through half closed eyes. She swallowed before speaking again. "How do you want me? To taste? Or to touch?"

The warmth was still seeping down into Blake's leg from the firey passions of her partner, and it made it yet harder to think. "I... wh-what do you... want to do to me?"

Once caught up with her breath again she pushed herself back down. She pushed Blake's legs open again, leaning down to kiss just below her belly, just above her sex.

"I might as well finish my meal..."

Instantly, Blake felt her stomach clench at the sudden switch in activity, became aware of her own body all over again. Watching dumbfounded, she began to caress Yang's leg with one foot, their eyes locked. "Then..." Did she dare say it? "Then I hope you find me satisfying, Master."

A smirk formed again. "Oh, I think I will."

Then her tongue finally returned to Blake's wetness. Just as before, it lapped at her clit, swirling around to give her waves of pleasure. She held Blake's legs in place, unable to help but scratch lightly at them while tasting her. The surge of pleasure that shot up through Blake's body ripped a moan from her, and she tried to roll her hips away from Yang's mouth on instinct but it was to no avail. Hands were holding her legs where they were, and leather her own wrists. There was no alternative than to silence her nervous instincts and give in to what she truly wanted.

Yang couldn't help but blush further at the sound of the Faunus's moans. It was wonderful to her, it told her she was doing a good job. Never before their time together had Yang felt so wanted, so needed, so loved. She thrived off it. With this thought in mind she wanted to give her love everything she wanted, and so swirled around her clit yet again more firmly, generating more friction for her. "Mmm..."

"Ooh," Blake couldn't resist saying as the hot prickle of arousal radiated out from the clit, the rest of her tightening and yearning to be touched. She would not say it, however; she wanted to see how Yang would proceed, to find out what kinds of actions excited the one carrying them out. Instead she merely licked her lips and forced herself to arch her back the other way, to present her vulnerable flesh to be devoured by her teammate.

Feeling her lover's movements, she opened her eyes again, looking up for Blake's approval. Though when seeing her hold herself in this way, she wondered. Would she dare try what men have done to her before on another woman? If she was to try this, she was glad it was Blake. She leaned back down, curling her tongue this time as she pushed herself forward, forcing her tongue inside her already wet opening.

"Ohhh, I- oh? HNNAH!"

Every muscle contracted when she felt the wriggling muscle push past her defenses. This was much like when the fingers had entered her, it was true, but somehow also entirely different. It was able to caress her inner folds so much more completely with every undulation, and she could feel a tingling already starting to build almost certainly from the sheer newness of this activity. How did Yang know all of these things?

"Mrff!" The blonde couldn't help but moan against her. She was able to feel every movement of her muscles. The slightest twitch as she probed her tongue in and out. No wonder men enjoyed doing this so much! She scratched at Blake's legs slightly harder, trying to see what kind of sensations she could bring to please her lover more.

Pain blossomed on Blake's thighs but it only served to heighten the pleasure between them, and she raised them up to rest her heels on Yang's shoulders, opening herself yet more to the advances. Every flicker of the tongue set off another nerve ending, every time her nose brushed her clit was just as inflaming. The thought of what Yang was doing ought to sicken her, and in a way it did... but in a way it also was everything she ever wanted.

And Yang adored everything about Blake in this moment. Although previously, the girl had been so reserved, so quiet about what she wanted; it was amazing to give her pleasure beyond all reasoning. Perhaps this was just what Blake needed, to let the worry of judgement go and give in to her desires.

Her tongue began to flex again, trying to lap up her taste as much as possible. She tried to push her nose against her clit again to tighten her pleasure. Her orgasm was going to be swift and it was going to be brutal. Not reckless and without knowledge like the one in the library; oh, no. She would remember every single thing about this one.

Therefore, she wanted to make Yang remember, too. "Y-yeah," she whispered as she began rolling her hips forward to meet the tongue inside her, bound wrists chafing at how her body was now moving. "Yes, Master! More!"

With each movement of her hips, Yang could push her tongue in deeper, touch more of her, taste more of her. She scratched at Blake's legs more, and tried brushing her nose against her clit again, all she could to heighten her experience.

The combined sensations were enough to drive every last thought from Blake's mind as she raced toward her inevitable end. Then, without any other form of warning-

"OH! Oh, I w-whaa- NNNHh, YANG! Yes, Yang, YES!"

"Yes... Come for me, Blake!" She had never said anything so crude before, and yet that was what she wanted. For Blake to reach her highest point. She pushed her tongue in deep once again, curling up to try and touch the spots that would prolong the pleasure, scratching at he her legs once again.

"AAAIIIIIIIHHHH!"

Mortified at the sounds coming out from both her mouth and where she was being devoured, Blake's orgasm rolled over her without any care for that. It caused the ends of her extremities to tingle and her abdominals to clench. Even her vision darkened. It was pure and it was magic.

Just as she was coming down from her climax, there was a knock at the door, followed by the sound of someone trying at the knob. The blonde instantly shot up again, looking right at the door. Swearing under her breath. This was about the worst possible timing!

"Damn," Blake whispered. "M-maybe they'll just go-"

"What the hell?" came a petulant voice from the other side. "Unacceptable! Ruby, you try this!"

"Oh God, Ruby will bash the door down!" Yang whispered. She hastily reached up to untie Blake as quick as possible, before quickly running to grab Blake's evening gown.

Another twist of the door knob followed, along with Ruby's voice. "Huh. Maybe if we give it a shove?"

"Should I jump out the window?" Blake whispered anxiously, looking back and forth. "If they see us in here together like this-"

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Weiss again. "Let me try it again."

Yang quickly threw the gown to Blake, before trying to find her own clothes. It quickly became apparent that there would be no hope of her finding all of them before Ruby would get in. Instead, she quickly jumped back into Blake's bed, hiding herself under the covers. At least this way, Blake could get dressed while Yang could hide.

"Confound these cheap locks!" Weiss was saying as the doorknob rattled again. Frantically, Blake yanked the material around herself and glanced over at the conspicuous lump where Yang was huddled. Would this really work?

"Just a second!" she called out as she tried to fish under the bed for her slippers. Could only reach one. Should she put one on and leave the other? That would look even sillier! Leaving it, she ran to the door and tossed the chair aside to land approximately where it normally rested.

"YAAAAAAAAHH!"

As soon as the chair was removed, the door burst open, Ruby having ran into it full pelt. When it did so effortlessly, she found herself tripping and landing on the floor inside, dazed.

"Dolt," Weiss sighed, then looked up. "Oh, Blake... what on earth happened to you?!"

"Wh-wha?" Blake asked, blinking in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Your hair is an unholy mess! Have you been trying to use your head to buff the floors?!"

Though she could not see her own hair, Blake had to assume she was correct; with all their activities, it was beyond question that she looked frightful. "I... well, I was taking a nap. Sorry, but I didn't want to be disturbed."

"Were you taking a... cat nap?" Ruby asked, before chuckling a little to herself. "And speaking of puns, where's Yang?"

Though that answer would be obvious to Blake, as with her better hearing, she would probably be able to hear Yang's faint chuckling under the covers.

"Uhhhh, out," Blake said before she could think. "In the bathroom. Taking a shower."

"A shower?" Weiss asked dubiously. "At this hour?"

"Sure! I mean... you know how she sweats when she works out." Speaking of sweating, Blake was doing a fair amount of that herself.

"Eww, don't have to remind me!" Ruby chuckled before wondering over toward's Blake's bed, asking, "Have you got any more books I can borrow? I've read all mine..."

"Actually!" Blake had almost shouted it as she trotted over. "I d-don't, but there's a really good one I just returned to the library, and if you hurry, you can probably check it out just as it gets checked in!"

At this behaviour, Weiss narrowed her eyes. "Are you alright? Did you have some sort of fever dream?"

"Huh?"

"You're acting a bit funny."

Blake laughed in what she hoped was a careless way. "Oh... am I?"

"Yeeeaaahh..." Ruby agreed, standing over by Weiss' side. Though she had noticed... "Hey, you're not wearing your bow! It looks nice!"

Blushing to the gills, Blake ran a hand over her ears self-consciously. "O-oh, I- yeah, I took it off... for my nap. D-didn't think about it when I got up just now."

"Hmm," Weiss said, staring openlly. When Ruby glared at her, she shrugged. "What? I haven't seen them very often, that's all."

"Cute little kitty ears." Ruby had always liked them, even though she hadn't seen them very often at all. Although she was able to see the mound in Blake's bed where Yang was hiding. Though she wouldn't say anything about it, merely look in that direction.

"If you want to, um, I could throw on my shorts and ribbon and take you to the library," Blake suggested nervously, still trying not to glance upward at her naked ears. "In fact, wh-why don't we all go?"

"Why would I go?" Weiss asked blandly. "I don't want your insipid book."

"Just... because! It's a Team RWBY adventure!"

Ruby glanced back and forth between the mound and Blake. It was as if the cogs were turning in her head, before she finally grabbed Weiss' arm, joining in with Blake. "Yeah! Team RWBY adventure! Maybe we should head there first and let Blake get dressed!"

"Are you two on drugs?!" Weiss burst out as she was dragged toward the front door. "Since when is going to the library an adventure? It's the most mundane adventure ever - and Yang isn't even here, so how is it a team activity?!"

"Teeeaaaam adventuuuuureeee!" Ruby continued to chant, still dragging Weiss away as quickly as possible. Much to Yang's relief, as she finally sighed from under the blankets once they were gone.

"Whew," Blake gusted as she dropped down onto the bed next to the lump that was Yang. "I thought they were going to keep hanging around forever. That... that was close."

Soon enough, Yang poked her head out from under the covers, though unable to help but keep chuckling.

"It's not funny," Blake whispered. "You may think this is all in good fun, but I... I don't know how other people will feel about this kind of thing. And anyway, you know I'm a private person."

"How loud you were calling my name earlier would say otherwise..." However, she then held up the covers for Blake to join her. Knowing Ruby, she'd find a way to distract Weiss for as long as was needed.

Face red as Crescent Rose, Blake glanced at Yang's naked form and seemed to soften for a moment. Then she turned and pressed her back against her partner's front. "Just a few minutes. Then I really do need to follow them to the library or no amount of crazy stories about books will throw them off the scent."

Yang wrapped her arms around her partner, leaning to kiss her cheek gently. She held her close for a moment. "Does it matter so much if they know, though? I mean, if they did, we wouldn't have to be so sneaky when we're trying to ask them to leave."

A minute or so slipped by while Blake contemplated that. Then she whispered, "Maybe. I'm... I don't know. This is the first time I've ever tried... anything even remotely like this. I may never be ready."

May never be ready for... what? Was it the fear of judgement from others? Sure, loving someone of the same gender was still rather unusual, but not unheard of. Or perhaps dating someone on their own team, let alone a partner? However, the blonde wasn't one to put too much thought into the negatives. She knew Blake loved her, so it didn't matter if she was the only one who knew. With that thought in mind, she went to scratch behind her ears affectionately.

"Then we won't rush."

Shivering at the attentions paid her ears, she reached a hand back and laid it lightly on Yang's thigh, for nearness. For comfort.

"Thank you."

To Be Continued