He saw. He saw everything.

Blake tried to focus on Professor Port's lesson, she truly did. As long winded as their Grimm Studies professor could be, he did eventually get to the point. Learning about the enemy of humanity and faunus-kind was important, perhaps the most important thing for a huntsman. While they would inevitably face off against all manner of foes, the Grimm were the greatest threat to the kingdoms. Knowing how to effectively fight and destroy them was a must in their profession, so even if their rotund teacher liked to wax lyrical about his feats of Grimm slaying from his youth, Blake always did her best to absorb as much information as she could. No matter how hard it was.

But it was no longer just hard. It was plain impossible. Not when he had seen everything.

Her hand tightened around her pen, the cheap plastic creaking. Yang shifted beside her, no doubt bored out of her mind. If she turned her head just so, she could see him. It wouldn't take much at all – but she refused. She needed to act normal. She couldn't bring any more attention to herself.

All because he had seen.

Such a simple, stupid mistake she had made. Why had she been carrying that book around? Who was she kidding, she knew why! It had gripped her so utterly, so completely that she hadn't wanted to put it down. Not for class, not for lunch, not for anything! But she had learned long ago that she couldn't just stay locked in her room reading, she had things to do. Normal people things! So she had done what she had thought was the next best thing.

Other people carry their reading material around with them all the time. The only problem was the content of her reading material!

At this point, all her friends knew that she had certain inclinations when it came to her books. It wasn't that she just only read risqué novels but she couldn't deny that they made up a large portion of her collection. Even so, the things they knew about were rather tame. They could be steamy, sure. They had sex scenes, certainly. And yeah, if Ruby ever happened to read one of them, it would make her blush to the roots of her hair! But they were nothing special in the whole scheme of things.

They were mainstream. As mainstream as smutty novella got, at any rate.

But he had seen it.

Something that wasn't mainstream. Something that she didn't want her friends to know about. Something that touched her deeply in a way that she had never thought possible, in a way she was still trying to come to grips with because it challenged everything she thought she knew about herself.

And he had seen it!

Her pen was in danger of snapping, so she set it aside calmly. Instead she gripped her desk, nails gouging deep furrows from the surface. Her eyes attempted to dart to the side but she forced them forward, glaring at the chalkboard as if it had committed some heinous crime. She attempted to read what was written but couldn't focus enough to figure it out. It may as well have been a series of random squiggles.

It had been a day since Jaune had casually bumped shoulders with her, since her book bag had spilled her deepest, darkest secret across the floor. It had been an entire twenty-four hours since he had hurriedly helped collect her things, offering apologies as he did so. Since his eyes had touched upon the title of her book and had mouthed it silently, though he may as well have shouted it for how it reverberated through her soul.

The sheer terror she had felt had been ridiculous, she knew, but she couldn't help it. This was a piece of her that she didn't understand, that she wanted no one to know about and all because of a simple mistake, it was laid bare. Jaune was her friend, though they weren't especially close. Even so, she enjoyed his company. He was funny, in a way, and yeah, he was a bit of a doofus but he was well meaning and dare she say pretty cute.

And now he knew. How could things ever be the same again?

Of course, he hadn't said anything. He had simply handed the book over to her, though she had seen it in his eyes. The surprise, the shock of what he had just witnessed. She hadn't waited around to find out if he would ask about it. Her brittle heart couldn't take it. So consumed by her shame, she had fled.

Now it felt like there was a sword hanging above her neck, waiting for the time to strike. Maybe a ticking time bomb was more apt, counting down the minutes and seconds until her secret was revealed. She was being a little unfair; she knew Jaune would never tell another soul, he wasn't that type of person. But eventually, he would confront her about it. She was sure of it! How could he not?

Her neck twitched.

She was fighting a losing battle. Just one peek, that was all that was required. What harm could it do?

Amber eyes met blue.

Blake felt her throat close in fright, her back stiffening in alarm. Surprised at being caught, Jaune looked away hurriedly. Heart pounding within her chest, Blake faced the front. He has been watching her. How long had he been watching her? Her body trembled.

"Blake?" Ruby questioned from her other side, the suddenness almost making her scream. Thankfully, she didn't. She didn't need the whole class thinking she was a nutcase. "Are you okay?"

Her team leader was watching her with a concerned look on her face, head tilted slightly in question. Blake inhaled deeply, held it – and then exhaled, long and slow. It helped, if only a little.

"I'm fine," she replied, keeping her voice low.

"Really?" Ruby asked doubtfully.

"Just a little tired," Blake lied, shooting the younger girl a brief smile. She knew she had to offer her something or she would never let it go. Ruby took her position as leader very seriously; too seriously, sometimes. Blake didn't blame her. She had Weiss breathing down her neck, after all. "I think I may have a nap after class."

Ruby accepted that, nodding. "Okay."

When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Blake was a hurricane, gathering her things and racing out the door before her partner could get a word out. At the last possible moment, Blake glanced back and saw him watching her, a tingle of fear racing up her spine. She lengthened her stride, almost running back to the dormitory like a scalded cat.

The door slammed shut behind her as she scrambled for her bed, tossing her things on the floor. Burying her face in her pillow, she screamed and kicked her legs. What was she going to do? Clearly the knowledge had unsettled him, why else would he keep staring at her? Like she was some sort of freak? A dirty little messed up faunus girl who was obviously confused!

The book had to go!

Rolling off the bed, she darted for their closet, pulling it open roughly. Sharing a closet between four girls was a pain, the rack bulging with their clothes and the floor cluttered with too many shoes to count. There weren't many places to hide things here but Blake had found one that not even the meticulous Weiss knew about. Crawling inside, she pushed the mountain of shoes aside and jostled the wood paneling in the back corner until it popped free.

There it was! The object of her sin!

Fingers trembling, she grabbed the book and hugged it to her chest. Taking a moment to compose herself, she put everything back neatly and closed the door before stealing away to her bed. Hiding beneath the covers, she slowly removed the book from her chest and gazed down at the cover.

All things considered, the cover was rather inconspicuous. There were no illustrations, no flashy colors or script. It was a hard cover, the dust jacket a deep navy blue. At first glance, it would look just like any other book, mistaken for a dry history tome or old textbook. That was until you read the title. The writing was small and the font simple, the lettering black. It almost blended in with the navy blue. If only that were true!

Human Dominion Over Faunus: A Tale of Sexual Awakening.

Blake's cheeks erupted with color.

She had spent her entire life advocating for the equality of faunus, something that had been handed down to her from her parents. It was her most fervent dream that one day her people would hold the same rights as everyone else, that they wouldn't ever need to hide who and what they were in fear of being discriminated against. That they wouldn't be looked down upon for having an extra set of ears, or scales instead of skin, or teeth sharp enough to rend flesh with ease. She wanted a world where she wouldn't need to wear her bow to keep from being judged, from seeing the scorn on the faces of cretins like Cardin Winchester.

She wanted a Remnant that was united against the Grimm, and against hate. A world where there didn't need to be a White Fang, where disillusioned faunus youth didn't fall down that slippery slope of hatred like she had.

She wanted a better tomorrow!

And yet here she was, daughter to the Chieftain of Menagerie, former member of the White Fang and furious supporter of faunus rights reading a book about a young faunus girl being dominated by a human man, sexually – and getting off on it.

It went against everything she fought for! Against all her values! Yet her body didn't seem to care about any of that, considering it unimportant. Instead of disgust when she read it, it filled her with liquid heat. It made her loins burn like never before, dripping sweet nectar until her panties were sodden and ruined. The orgasms her fingers had ripped from her over sensitive twat were the strongest of her life, leaving her dazed and breathless and itching for more. Something larger, longer – something that could reach deep inside her where she throbbed and writhed.

It made her long for what was on the page. To be taken in hand and dominated, controlled; fucked until she couldn't think straight, until she was nothing but a silly little horny cat with cock on the brain. To be disciplined when she was naughty and to be loved when she was good. To be owned, utterly and completely – until even her womb belonged to her master, swelling with his seed.

There was something seriously wrong with her!

Very, very wrong!

What would her parents think of her, if they knew? What would her friends on Team RWBY do if they ever knew the truth? And now Jaune knew, he had seen it. It was only a matter of time until he came for her, questioned her about it. What could she say to him that didn't reek of lies?

Blake pried open the book and glanced at the pages, flipping through them quickly until she found one of her favorite parts. The main character, Violet, was a maid working for the affluent Denar family, one of the most powerful and ruling families in Mistral. She was a good worker and knew her place, keeping her head down and never rocking the boat. She wasn't the only faunus working for them but she was the youngest, a ripe sixteen and blooming into a beautiful young woman. The job had been a godsend, for her younger sister was sick and required medicine, expensive medicine. If nothing else, the Denar family paid their workers well.

But she had slipped up!

Violet – much like Blake – had made one simple mistake. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her and one night, she had followed a strange sound coming from the young master's bedroom. The sight within would change Violet's world forever.

Blake squirmed as she read on. Violet discovered Silber, the youngest son slaking his lust upon one of the older faunus maids. Violet getting caught red handed, forced to participate. Being dominated so completely that she couldn't think, could barely breathe without thinking of his long, hard cock hollowing out her freshly deflowered insides. Becoming addicted to his body, his cum; wishing for even more, to be impregnated and carry his children to term. A simple broodmare, a hole for him to procreate with.

It was too much.

An all too familiar heat bloomed low and heavy in Blake's tummy, burning insistently and demanding attention. Trembling, she reached down under her school skirt and touched her panty clad pussy, fingering the slightly damp material as her essence gathered and leaked from her tight slit. Groaning into her sheets, she rubbed her clit gently in tight circles, her hips threatening to jerk at the sharp pleasure that coursed up her spine.

She imagined rough hands palming her ass and squeezing until bruises unfurled across her pale skin, deep and dark; those same hands pulling her hair and mauling her breasts until they throbbed and ached in time with her rapid heartbeat. Blake felt her insides coil and writhe, cramping with need. Biting her lip, she peeled her wet panties to the side and teased her clutching entrance, dipping the tips of her fingers in her honey and stirring it around.

She needed it deep.

One finger sunk in, then two. Blake shuddered, wiggling her hips as she pushed them knuckle deep. The position she was in was awkward, her face buried in her pillow, her tits and sensitive nipples pressed into the bed as her back arched her butt into the sky, but it was perfect all the same. When she curled her fingers, they pressed on her g-spot, ripping a needy squeal from her lips.

It felt so good – but it wasn't enough. She wanted her fingers deeper. She wanted to be spread apart and taken like a bitch in heat, until her womb begged for leniency as it screamed in protest. She wanted a hard, thick cock to slam her cervix until the pain and pleasure mixed together and left her a stupid, drooling slut.

She wanted to give her owner everything.

Her mind rebelled at the notion but her body paid no heed, clutching at her pistoning fingers in desperation. Blake panted harshly, eyes rolling in bliss. Every time her fingers rubbed and stroked that rough patch of sensitive flesh, her body jerked and spasmed with desire. Wet fleshy slaps filled the enclosed space under her blanket as her palm mashed against her mound again and again, squishing her clit deliciously. It was pebbled and throbbing, a pinprick of heightened sensation that stole her breath away.

Her climax was coming – it was coming fast. Her insides churned and throbbed, lubricating her fingers and hands in gushes of her essence. It stained her sheets as it dripped down over her bunched panties and flat stomach, thick and sticky. The smell of her drenched womanhood was heavy, musky; pungent. Blake was dazed with it, mouth watering as her mind trembled in ecstasy.

She focused what remained of her thoughts on a face; the silver hair and gray eyes of Silber as described in the book, roughly taking her from behind. He looked down on her with contempt as he used her. She was nothing to him, just another faunus hole for him to fill with his seed. She was just another clutching mass of moist flesh, begging to milk his cock dry. He would punish her if she were naughty but shower her in love if she were good.

But she couldn't see him.

All she could see were endless blue eyes and messy blond hair.

Blake sobbed and keened as her body seized up, her cunt contracting wildly in orgasm. Her stomach tensed and released, her thighs shaking as her folds rippled around her fingers. Her heart thudded against her ribcage, blood roaring in her ears as her womb melted across her hand. Again and again, hot, steamy gushes of her girl cum splashed around her driving fingers.

"J-Jaune," she whispered hoarsely, shuddering out of control. There was no Silber, only Jaune. Jaune who gripped her hips until he left finger shaped bruises on her skin. Jaune who bit her breasts until they bled and then soothed the fiery marks with a gentle tongue. Jaune who looked at her as if she were beneath him, thrusting into her with reckless abandon – then with love and compassion, spooning against her wretched form.

Her teeth sunk into her pillow, muffling a renewed wail as her mind processed what she had just said, what she was thinking. Knees weak, hips unstable, she toppled onto her side, hand buried between her soft sticky thighs. Her orgasm continued to roll through her in pulsing waves, slowly bleeding away in intensity until only brief sparks raced through her nerves. A feeling of contentment settled over her, of blessed fatigue and satisfaction.

Though she was satisfied, her body craved more. Her fingers were no longer enough.

A loud knock on the door blasted through her post-orgasm bliss, Blake shooting up in alarm. Hastily rearranging her clothes, she stared at the door in apprehension. There was a moment of tense silence.

"Blake?" a voice finally called. "Are you there?"

Her throat tightened, fear crawling up her spine like skittering spiders.

Jaune Arc was outside her door.

"Are you asleep?" he asked. She didn't answer. "Um – okay. I'll... I'll talk to you later, then."

Blake remained perfectly still, not even daring to breathe until she heard the muffled sound of his shoes padding across the hall, and then the sound of his dorm room door opening and closing shut with a soft click. The air rushed from her lungs, leaving her dizzy.

He... he hadn't heard her, had he?

Blake buried her face in her hands before recoiling, her cheek now smeared with her juices. Grimacing, she made for the bathroom to clean up, her legs feeling unsteady and weak. The room reeked of sex, so after washing her hands and face, she opened the bedroom window to air it out. Glancing at her bed, she sighed. Her sheets needed changing.

But she couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard she tried to bury herself in the motions of cleaning up. The things she had thought as she tumbled through her orgasm, the name she had whispered with longing. Things were getting jumbled in her mind, her priorities a mess. It didn't mean anything! She didn't have feelings for Jaune, even if she thought he was cute. It was a mistake, a slip of the tongue. Her fear of getting caught mixing with her passion, that was all.

She hoped that was it.

And she really, really hoped he hadn't heard anything through the door. He probably already thought she was a weirdo for her reading material. She thought she was a weirdo! What the hell was wrong with her? She didn't need him also knowing that she frigged herself when her teammates weren't around. Masturbation was normal but that didn't mean she wanted her friend to know about it.

If he put two and two together...

Blake bunched her sheets angrily and tossed them in a hamper. Her cheeks blazed scarlet.

He wouldn't, would he? But now that she thought about it, why was he at her door in the first place? Why had he come to see her?

To talk to her about her book, she knew.

Blake looked to the ceiling with despair. He wouldn't judge her, she knew that. But she could still see how it would look in her mind's eye, those blue eyes looking upon her with scorn. Her tender pussy twitched.

She needed a shower.

Dinner was a quiet affair.

The cafeteria was almost empty, her team choosing to eat early. Most of the older students didn't come until late, leaving the first years to mingle amongst themselves. Weiss was getting a head start on their homework between bites of her meal, her cursive neat and precise, a large history textbook propped up by bottles of ketchup and mayonnaise. Ruby was doing her best not to attract her partner's attention lest she get forced into following suit, content to play with her pile of mashed potatoes and peas.

"Sleep well?" Yang asked, giving her a curious once over. Blake did her best to maintain her blank expression, sitting down beside her partner with a tray of freshly baked fish and assorted vegetables.

"Yes," she answered simply. After her shower, she actually did have a small nap. It had done wonders for her frayed nerves. "It was just what I needed."

Yang had some sort of noodle dish, the strands slathered with a red sauce that looked beyond spicy. The blonde slurped them up and grinned, smacking her lips. "Good. Ruby was worried. She said you looked a bit peaky during Grimm Studies."

Blake gave Ruby a cross look. "I was just a little tired."

Ruby held up her hands.

Team JNPR arrived in typical fanfare, Nora leading the charge. Blake carefully chewed her mouthful of fish as the ginger haired girl banged her tray down, doing her best to ignore the blond boy that sat down opposite her. Pyrrha slipped in beside her partner, looking ever the poised honor student, while Ren silently took his place at the end of the table.

"What's up?" Nora greeted enthusiastically, nudging Ruby in the ribs. "We gonna finish what we started or what? Don't get cold feet now just because I'm in the lead!"

Weiss paused in her writing to glance at the pair, eyebrow arching in question.

"They've been holding a gaming competition every night for the last week," Ren revealed. "I believe Nora is up five to four over Ruby in – um, what is it called?"

Nora rolled her eyes. "Blazblue: Cross Tag Battle! Jeez, Renny – how hard is that to remember?"

Yang looked to her sister. "So that is where you've been going every night."

Ruby pointed at Nora in dramatic fashion. "If you think you can beat me, you've got another thing coming. I beat you in Grimm Kart, didn't I?"

"Ten to three, if I recall," Pyrrha supplied with amusement, grinning at her teammates' sour expression.

"Psh," Nora waved her hand dismissively. "You just got lucky – seriously, how many times did it spawn the blue ammunition for you? RNJesus, much?"

Ruby poked her tongue out childishly.

Blake could feel his gaze on her, pinning her to the spot. She tried to ignore it, focusing on the moist, flakey fish infused with lemon and pepper, but it may as well have been ash in her mouth for all the taste it had. Grabbing the pitcher of water, she poured out a glass to wet her suddenly dry mouth.

"Blake," he said and she froze, breath hitching. "Um – I was wondering, uh, could we meet up later? In the library? I wanted to talk to you about something."

The glass shook as she brought it to her lips, the ice cold liquid helping to smooth out her jittery nerves. Pyrrha glanced between them curiously, emerald eyes questioning. Thankfully the rest of their friends were too absorbed in everything else to notice what was going on with them.

What could she say? This was the moment of truth, the time she had been dreading ever since her book had hit the floor and sealed her fate. She could make an excuse, some wild lie to push back but then he would just ask again at some other time. How many times could she put it off until he cornered her? And if she just said no without any reason– what would Pyrrha think of that, now that she was listening in? How would Jaune take that?

It was best to get it over with. She wasn't ready, she wasn't prepared, she was scared out of her wits! But she needed to confront this. The sooner, the better.

"Sure," she replied, fighting to keep her voice level. "I don't mind."

His smile was sweet with a tinge of relief. It shook her down to her core. They hashed out a time to meet, Blake finishing off her meal in robotic fashion before excusing herself. When she was alone, she gripped her hair in torment, hunching over until she was squatting in the courtyard. She didn't care if anyone came across her, she needed a moment!

The library was practically deserted at this time of evening. The setting sun cast long shadows across the carpeted floor, the silhouettes of dozens of bookshelves. They towered above her on either side, rows upon rows of books neatly organized and stored. Most information could be found online these days or on the vast data network Beacon maintained, but there would always be a place for physical copies. The smell alone was comforting and when she took a seat at a random table, she felt her tense muscles relax. It was her second favorite spot on campus; her favorite was at the mouth of the river that spilled down the cliff face to the lake below, affording any who stood there the magnificent view of Vale, the jewel of Remnant.

Blake had been to many places in her relatively short life and had seen just as many breathtaking sights during those travels. The awe inspiring orange and red sea of Forever Fall forest came to mind, waving in the winds with a whisper. But the view from Beacon – she had never seen a more beautiful sight.

When Jaune approached, Blake braced her tattered pride. It was time to face the music.

"I'm sorry!" he said, bowing at the waist so low that his head nearly hit the table.

Blake blinked.

"Pardon?"

"I'm sorry!" he repeated, remaining as he was. When she didn't say anything for a few seconds, he straightened up. "I – about yesterday, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn't have read it, I realize that now. It was none of my business! I just – I just did it without thinking and I wanted to apologize then and there but you left so quickly that I didn't get the chance."

Blake's brain clunked to a halt, the blue screen of death flashing in front of her eyes. Jaune took her silence as an order to continue, so he did, rambling about how he didn't care what she read, it was none of his business and she shouldn't be ashamed of liking what she liked. All the tension, all the fear and worry bled out of her as he continued to lay bare his thoughts. He didn't want to lose her friendship, she was important to him like all of their other friends and he would never tell anybody about it, ever, even if he thought she shouldn't have to hide it in the first place. But he understood why she did, people were judgmental and it was hard to open up and share those types of things with others when it could be used against you.

She was so stunned by his words that she simply just stared at him, comprehending everything but unable to answer in any way. When he finally ran out of things to say, he stared back, awaiting her answer and with a jolt, she realized that a part of her, deep down, had wanted him to scorn her, to belittle her and even hold her secret hostage.

With dawning horror and blooming heat, Blake understood what she really wanted. She was sick, she was twisted, but she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by. She would take full advantage of the situation and enjoy it to the fullest, because this is what she truly desired above all else.

They were both adults. They were both single.

Nothing else mattered.

And she could trust him. He had shown her that.

Blake touched his arm, gripping his bicep. Much to her surprise, he was much more built than she ever took notice of. The muscle was iron beneath her fingers and when it shifted, she could feel the power within. Her breath quickened but she knew she couldn't be too hasty.

She needed to be careful or she would scare him off.

"Thank you," she said genuinely, beaming at him widely. He returned the smile, hesitant at first but at her nod, it smoothed out. He really was cute; no, he was handsome. Not in a rugged way but boyish, attractive in a youthful way. She had a feeling that as he grew as a huntsman and gained a few years and lost those soft edges, he would only become even more handsome. Blake felt her insides squirm. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I was just – really, really embarrassed."

"I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"I know," she did know. It hadn't even been a mistake or an accident. He had simply read the title of the book he helped pick up, that was it. There was no fault to be had. "I just panicked. I've never shown that book to anyone. I – well, you know my past."

He did. Ruby had told him but he hadn't cared. Pyrrha, Ren and Nora hadn't cared either. They were such good friends. The best friends a dirty little cat could ever have. She shook her head. She was getting ahead of herself, she needed to calm down and be reasonable.

Jaune grinned awkwardly, connecting the dots. "Ah – yeah, I guess I can see why that might be a little strange."

He had such large hands, as well. She watched as he fiddled with his fingers, wanting to grab them and place them on her hips. How would it feel to have those big hands grip her slim waist? For those fingers to dig into her soft flesh? She wanted to find out.

"Would you like to read it?"

Jaune looked at her blankly.

"Come again?"

"Would you like to read it?" she offered again, lungs quaking with each breath. On the outside she was calm and composed, on the inside she was a jumble, a mess. "I thought maybe if you read it, you could understand a little better. And then maybe... we could talk about it?"

She waited for his answer with baited breath. It was a risk, she knew. If he said no, she would feel foolish and wasn't sure how to recover from such a humiliating blow. But if he said yes, then the first barrier was gone. If he read her book and understood what it was she truly wanted, then maybe it was within reach. It would take more than just him reading her book but Blake knew she was an attractive girl. She was a huntress-in-training, her body was fit and athletic and without sounding arrogant, she thought she was pretty hot. Guys looked her way, right? Would he really resist her if she offered herself on a silver platter? For him to ravish and slake his lust upon? A wet, willing hole for his cock?

"Uh, okay," he replied. "If you're sure?"

"I am," she said, nodding happily. "I – I'd really appreciate it. You have no idea how much this means to me."

That did the trick. "Okay. Yeah – I'm down."

The first part of her plan was a success.

They worked out a system since it was dangerous for Jaune to carry around such volatile material. Nora was worse than Ruby at getting into places that she didn't belong and the bombastic girl getting her hands on it would spell disaster. Blake knew all about the dangers of simply carrying it around. That was what got her into this mess in the first place, so she decided to hide it somewhere where it was unlikely to be found, but also fit in and not look suspicious if it did.

What better place than the library?

She hid it in a far off corner alongside old outdated textbooks that were kept only as a reference and looked like they hadn't been touched in years. When that was done, they parted ways, Blake giddy at what was to come. Jaune had promised her that he would read a bit every day and when he finished the whole thing, he would discuss it with her. His word was as good as fact, she knew. That was one thing she knew about him without a doubt.

It was perhaps the longest week of her life. Well – no, running from Adam and hiding in Vale before the start of the school year had been a longer, more harrowing ordeal but this was close! Really, really close! Blake could tell he had started reading it by the way he acted whenever they came across one another. Much like when he had wanted to apologize for his perceived slight, his eyes sought her out. Sometimes, his face was curious – other times, he looked troubled.

And then other times still, he looked thoroughly embarrassed.

He wasn't quite as blatant as she made it sound. None of their friends realized anything was amiss. Blake only caught his wandering glances because she was watching for them. Otherwise she may have missed them herself.

Then one day, several days after their meeting in the library and Jaune starting her book, he tapped her on the shoulder. His touch was scorching, fingers lingering on her skin for a moment before retreating. Blake shivered and turned away from the training match she had been watching, Ren and Yang trading blows as they circled each other in the amphitheater. Ruby was cheering for her sister wildly while Nora did the opposite, shouting for Ren to take her down. Meanwhile Weiss recorded the spar on her scroll, focused on the fight. Pyrrha was nearby going through a series of stretches, warming up. She was going to be fighting a student from a higher year.

"Hey," Jaune said, looking a little nervous. Blake peered at him through her lashes.

"Hey," she repeated, grinning.

"So..." he trailed off.

"So...?"

She was teasing him a little but he looked cute, struggling to find the correct words. Then a look of determination settled over his features and Blake felt her belly turn to jelly.

"I finished the book," he said. "Do you... want to meet up some time to talk about it?"

"Yes," she said before he even finished, leaning in eagerly. "How about tonight?"

"Uh, sure. Where do you want to meet up?"

Blake fisted her shorts, trying to contain her excitement. "How about we go down to Vale, get a bite to eat? We can talk then."

"Really?"

She nodded rapidly.

"Um – yeah, sure. Cool," he rubbed his neck. "You know, this sort of feels a little like-"

"—a date," she finished. "It is."

The look on his face was all surprise. "It is?"

"It is," she confirmed. Looking around quickly, she leaned in when she realized no one was watching. "Bring the book with you, okay?"

Jaune gave her a dazed nod.

The second part of her plan was complete.

The hardest part now was getting to Vale without any of her teammates wanting to come along, namely Ruby. In a stroke of luck, she was still competing with Nora over their shared passion for video games and was tied up for the evening. Her other two teammates didn't even bother showing an interest, waving her off when she mentioned she was going down to the city to buy some more books. She wasn't sure what Jaune told his team but it must have worked since when he arrived at the airship terminal, he was alone.

Blake let her eyes rake over his form, head to toe. He wasn't wearing his usual casual attire nor was he in his school uniform. With some surprise, Blake realized that this was the first time she had seen him in anything other than those two things and what she saw, she liked.

He was wearing a nice pair of dark denim jeans and a simple plain white t-shirt that was tight enough to show off his physique but loose enough to be comfortable and offer a good range of movement. Thrown over the top was a black bomber jacket, open in the front casually. Thrown over his shoulder was a small bag, large enough to hold her book. The neat but well put together set of clothes was finished off with a pair of light brown timberland boots. He'd even attempted to style his hair, though it still held that messy nature he was known for. It looked more like controlled chaos now instead of literal chaos.

Blake bit her lip.

He wasn't just handsome; he was fucking hot! If Weiss saw him now, she bet even the ice queen's nethers would thaw with this hunk of a man attempting to chat her up! Awkward pick up lines or not!

She knew he would dress up a little different, especially when she had confirmed it was a date. So she had also worn something different than her usual. Tight dark blue pants hugged her slender, toned legs and shapely butt, while she wore a sleeveless black crop top, showing off her flat tummy. To ward off the cold, she also had a dark leather jacket open in the front and showing off the goods.

From the look on Jaune's face, it was the right choice.

She had wanted to leave her bow behind but... she wasn't that brave. Not yet. She didn't mind her friends seeing her as she was but the ribbon had become a shield against everyone else.

Their flight down into Vale was uneventful. Jaune was too busy focusing on not being sick while Blake was crippled by a sudden bout of nerves. The silence wasn't awkward, though. She felt comfortable with him. She didn't feel the need to fill it with needless chatter. There would be plenty of time to talk when they ate.

They found a nice little diner tucked away off the main street. It was busy but not overly crowded; a steady stream of customers dining in or taking food to go. The scents were mouthwatering and when they ordered, Blake was happy to find they served fish.

As they waited for their food, Blake couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.

"So what did you think of it?" she asked, barely able to sit still.

Jaune's cheeks flushed lightly, blue eyes dark as he looked at her. "Well – first of all, it surprised me."

"How so?"

"I guess I didn't expect it to be so well written," he admitted. "I don't know how to explain it exactly but... it sort of flowed really well?" She nodded, gesturing for him to continue. "Once you got into it, it was very hard to put down. I actually read some of the chapters twice, they were that good. The characters were very well written, I thought. They felt... real? They had their good points and bad points – they could have easily made Silber this perfect guy, but he had his issues he needed to overcome. And Violet – her conflict was very compelling. I think if it wasn't written as well as it was, it may have felt very uncomfortable but her thoughts and feelings regarding the – uh, his dominating nature in the bedroom really made it feel more than just titillation."

Blake stared at him, a little shocked that he had thought about it quite so deeply.

"I can see why you like it," he continued. "It's a good book. I don't read a lot of novels, I'm sort of more into comics than anything but – yeah, it was a really good read. I'm glad you shared it with me."

Blake swallowed thickly.

This was... this was more than she had ever dreamed possible! Her eyes roamed across his face, taking in all the small details. He had surprisingly long lashes, giving his eyes much more depth. His nose was very well proportioned, fitting well on his face. His cheeks contained small traces of youthful fat, giving him that boyish charm that would soon fall away. With his hair styled away from his forehead, it made him look more confident, more assured. His lips were well shaped, the upper thin while the lower held some plumpness.

He wasn't disgusted. He actually thought the book was good! She wanted to kiss him, right here and now, but clamped down on the sudden impulse. Not yet; not yet!

"And... you aren't weirded out that I like it?" Blake asked, timid. "Now that you've read it, did your opinion change?"

"I won't lie," he said, leaning back in his chair. "It was very confronting and – uh, with everything I know about you, it really does clash with what I thought before. But I do standby what I said – you don't need to be ashamed of this. If this is what you like, this is what you like. It isn't harming anybody and I don't think you should feel bad about it. You want humans and faunus to be equal, right?"

"I do," she confirmed passionately. "More than anything!"

"Liking this sort of thing – maybe some people would call you a hypocrite," Jaune shrugged. "But I think those people are narrow minded. I won't claim to understand the sort of turmoil you felt over this and uh, well, the way I found out about it must have scared you – but, at least to me, this is perfectly okay, Blake."

Their food arrived at that moment, drawing their attention. As they ate, Blake found it increasingly difficult to not just reach across and drag him out of the diner. She had to remind herself, again and again, that she was almost there, the finish line was in sight. Now all she had to do was ask.

That was easier said than done – but she wasn't going to back down now! Not when she had come this far.

She waited until he had finished his meal before making her move. Setting down her eating utensils, she met his gaze head on. Something in her expression must have shown because he suddenly straightened, looking alert.

"Blake?"

"What if..." she paused, her breath catching in her throat. Seeing her struggle, he reached across the table and grabbed her hand, resting his palm over her knuckles. Her skin erupted in goosebumps.

If he acted this smooth with Weiss, he would have made more headway! Where was this coming from?

"What if...?" he prompted her.

"What if I told you that I wanted to experience it," she blurted out suddenly before the moment was lost. Her heart thudded in her ears; all four of them. "What if I told you that I wanted to be treated like Violet? What if – what if I said that it turned me on and I'd like nothing more for you to take me to a hotel and treat me like you owned me."

Her face blazed like the sun. She knew immediately that she had said too much, too soon. She'd only really wanted to say the first part but once that had passed her lips she hadn't been able to stop. It had rushed out of her before she could reel it back in, her deepest desire.

The look on his face may have been comical in any other situation.

His mouth opened and closed, yet no sound escaped. Completely speechless, he could do nothing but mouth at her silently. Blake hunched over and almost pulled her hand away but before she could, his hold tightened, trapping her. She stared at him in shock and watched as the surprise bled from his face, though his skin was bright red.

"I wasn't expecting that," he finally choked out. "B-Blake, I – I don't know what to say."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"What?"

Blake trembled in her seat, suddenly riddled with insecurity. "Do – do you think I'm pretty?"

She knew that she was hot! Fit and sexy, even! But maybe she wasn't his type? Weiss was smaller, more slender with – and there was no denying it! – a much prettier face than her, even with the scar across her eye. She looked like a princess, the sort you save from towers and protect from dragons.

"What kind of question is that?" he shook his head in disbelief. "Blake – you're gorgeous. Surely you know that."

"Then will you?" she whispered. Her eyes began to water without her consent. "Will you...?"

Blake didn't want to cry but now that she had opened herself up, it was difficult to stop her emotions from flowing. Vaguely, she realized that other patrons had taken notice of her distress and she wiped at her eyes furiously before clutching his arm. They needed to leave before someone thought she needed saving or something ridiculous like that.

"Can we go?" she said hurriedly and he followed her out meekly.

They'd walked a block without speaking.

"Is that really what you want?" he asked suddenly.

Blake felt her heart stop.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, it is."

There was a beat of silence before he turned to her. She came to a stop and looked up at him, marveling at just how tall he was compared to her. She'd never really taken any notice of that until now, standing so close together. If not for aura and the abilities it granted her, he could completely smother her and force her to do anything he wanted and she wouldn't be able to stop him. Blake felt slightly dizzy at the thought.

Jaune looked a little unsure but his eyes were firm, resolute. "If that is what you really want... if you're sure you want me to do that for you-"

"—I am," she cut in.

"—then I'll try my best," he finished. "I've never... done anything like that before."

"Are you a virgin?" she asked without thinking.

"No," he admitted, blushing a little. Unexpectedly, jealousy squeezed her heart like a vice until she couldn't breathe. That wasn't the answer she would have bet on, not in a million years. He didn't seem the experienced type. "There was an older girl, back home," he said slowly and she wanted him to stop. But a deep, dark part of her relished in the surprise, bathing in the rush of envy that she felt for this unknown girl. The humiliation that she had hoped she would be his first sexual encounter and wasn't. "We fooled around a few times – I... thought it was more than that, but she was just trying to make a guy she liked angry. I was always just a means to an end."

A hollow pit opened in her stomach. She wanted to find that bitch and break her neck. It was only further fueled by the resentment she already felt that this nobody had been intimate with him before her. "Oh – Jaune, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring something like that up."

He shrugged. "It's fine. It hurt for a while but I got over it."

She couldn't believe she was about to tell him this but she had asked first, so it was only fair that she shared in kind. "I'm a virgin."

He looked at her in disbelief.

"Really?"

She nodded, hands shaking with embarrassment. "I – like you, there was an older guy but we never got that far. At first, I was too young and then when I wasn't, things were too hectic. We never did more than some heavy petting."

"Oh," he seemed genuinely thrown by her admission. "I – is this really what you want for your first time?"

It was – more than anything.

"Yes," she said without hesitation. "I really want you, Jaune. I want you to be rough with me. Please."

A week – that was all it had taken and her view of him had changed so completely. Maybe they were moving much too fast. Maybe starting off with her kink was a really bad idea but she didn't care. They were both adults, they could choose to do what they liked. It wouldn't harm anyone else. It would only harm them if it went wrong, if things turned sour.

But it wouldn't. She knew it wouldn't. She wouldn't do this with just anyone and maybe just a week ago, she never gave Jaune much more than a passing thought. But that was exactly that – a week ago. Things had changed in that week. He had accepted her, all of her. Not just that she was a faunus but that she had strange desires that clashed with her worldview, and was willing to help her in any way that he could. Maybe another guy would be doing it just for the sex but just like Blake knew things wouldn't turn out badly, she knew that Jaune would never be driven by such a base, shallow reason for obliging her wishes.

It had started that way with her. She had just wanted him to plug her weeping hole and use her, abuse her and make her feel owned, but it was more than that now. She wanted all of that and more. She wanted his heart, she realized with a rush of adrenaline. It made her feel woozy.

She wanted his love.

She would get it.

And she would give hers to him.

The hotel they arrived at was nice but not outside their price range. They split the cost evenly. Blake had wanted to pay for it all since this was her idea but Jaune was having none of it. The pair of them drew their fair share of glances, men and women alike. He didn't seem to notice the effect he was having, oblivious. Their room was well furnished with a nice view of the Valean skyline. The night had truly descended now and the large broken moon reflected off the rippling waters in the bay. The bed was large and comfortable. Blake tested it as she sat on the edge and bounced up and down, finding it to her liking.

Jaune removed his jacket and offered to hang her own. Blake felt her pulse pound in her neck as she removed the garment and handed it over.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked, her own nerves reflected in his eyes.

She knew exactly how she wanted it.

"Can I have the book, please?"

Removing his bag, he pulled out the physical manifestation of her desires and gave it to her. Fingers trembling, she pulled it open and quickly found the right spot.

"This," she said, holding it out for him to read. "I want this."

He read and nodded slowly. "All of it?"

"It doesn't have to be exactly the same," she admitted shyly. "But... like that. Do you think you can?"

He took a deep breath before exhaling shakily. "Yeah, I think I can do this. It's just a little role play, right?"

It was. She could be Violet for him, and he could be Silber for her – but they were still Blake and Jaune.

"Do you – um, I heard that with things like this, they set a safe word or something," he mumbled. "Incase you want it to stop."

Blake didn't want it to stop. Even if she did, she wouldn't want him too. It would only make it feel that much better, she knew. A true loss of control. But he was right, of course. It was the smart thing to do. Even if Blake would never use it.

"How about Schnee Dust Company," she offered with a wry smile. Jaune snorted.

"Okay," he said, staring at her. "Okay. I'm going to go into the bathroom and then when I come out..."

He trailed off. Blake nodded.

When the door closed behind him, she buried her face in her hands, almost hyperventilating. It was happening, it was really happening! Nerves and fear warred with happiness and excitement, a jumble of emotions that left her shaking and confused. Her breath came out in harsh, uneven pants, her insides coiling in anticipation.

She was about to lose her virginity. She was about to be taken like the animal she was. Without remorse, without restraint; he would fuck her, mercilessly. Again and again and again until she was bloated with his semen and her brain was reduced to a gibbering, fucked stupid mess.

When the door opened, it slammed against the wall with a loud bang. Blake jumped, startled. Jaune stormed into the room, his expression severe and her heart rate raced through the roof.

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" he demanded, glaring at her. None of the kind, warm young man she went to Beacon with remained. All she could see now was the man that was about to dominate her and play with her body.

"W-What?" she asked, sitting up straight.

"Did you really think you could hide it from me?" he strode over to her and grabbed her wrist, yanking her to her feet. Blake gave a startled yelp. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.

He leaned in, his breath scorching her neck and cheek as he breathed, "You've been fucking yourself, haven't you? When I'm not around? When did I say you could do that? Hm? Answer me!"

Blake stared at him with wide eyes.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, giving her a shake. "I heard you – did you think I hadn't? When I came to your door that day, after you fled Professor Port's classroom. You were fingering yourself like a dirty little kitten, weren't you?"

Her cheeks throbbed as blood rushed through them, her face burning in humiliation. Reality and the game they were playing merged – oh my god, he had known all along? Blake felt her womb cramp, clenching powerfully as her pussy became damp.

"I – I didn't," she moaned piteously but it was a token protest at best.

"Your tight little cunt belongs to me and no one else, do you understand?" he thundered. "Me – not you. You cum when I let you, not when you want to. I own it, I own you."

She nodded rapidly, looking down in shame.

"I can't hear you," he said roughly.

"Y-Yes," she whispered, voice shaking. "It b-belongs to you. My dirty little pussy belongs to no one else."

He nodded in approval. "That's right. I'm glad you understand now."

His fingers stroked her jaw, light as a feather. Blake moaned quietly, tilting into his touch. His hand was so big and warm, and when he cupped her cheek, it felt so good against her feverish skin.

"If you like to play with your pussy so much then how about you show me?"

Blue eyes raked over her form, settling on her crotch. Her loins burned as arousal roared through her blood, thick and powerful. He wanted to see her fuck her dirty little hole with her fingers. He wanted to watch as she plunged her fingers in and out of her wet pussy until she dripped all over her thighs.

"Show me how you did it," he commanded, stepping back. "Show me how you did it that day. I want to see it."

She couldn't refuse. She wouldn't refuse. She didn't want to refuse.

"Strip," he said.

So she did.

First she removed her heeled boots, fingers shaking as she unlaced them and pulled her feet free. Rolling her socks off, she wiggled and flexed her toes against the soft downy carpet. Next she unbuckled her belt and then her pants, peeling them down her legs. Jaune made a sound of appreciation and she blushed, turning so her back was to him. When she bent at the waist, it displayed her butt in all its glory. Thick and soft, her panty clad pussy nestled between her plump cheeks, she gave her hips a little shake. She left her panties on. They were a cute purple cotton she had picked out for this occasion; nothing elaborate, the sexiness coming from the fact that it was her natural choice, the type she wore most days. When she removed her top, she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, freeing her perky breasts. They were neither large or small, perfectly proportioned to her slender frame. When she turned to face him, he groaned.

"That's a good kitty," he said. Then he looked at her bow. "Remove it."

Her nipples tightened at the order, her hands moving to obey. The ribbon came undone easily, fluttering to the floor. Only her panties stood in the way of complete nakedness but they would be staying put. He wanted to see how she had fingered herself, so that is what he would get.

She crawled onto the bed, stomach swooping at what she was about to do. Burying her face against the blankets, her back arched and ass in the air, she reached between her smooth thighs and touched her damp crotch. The material was hot and wet, molded to her flesh like a second skin. Her vulva was plump with arousal and puffy, yielding to her fingers as she stroked up and down her covered slit. Her clit was hard and throbbing, and when she touched it, her hips jerked, pleasure sparking up her spine. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her as she touched herself.

It was too much.

The flames of her lust rose quickly, her stomach tightening as she rubbed her clit in gentle circles. Her moans were muffled by the blanket but were abnormally loud in the silence of the room. Panting excitedly, she imagined Jaune growing thick and hard with want. She imagined him taking his cock out and stroking it vigorously as she touched her pussy in front of him. She imagined him becoming overcome with desire and sheathing it inside her, stealing her virginity in one brutal stroke.

Blake hastily pulled her panties to the side and buried her fingers in her quivering quim. She rolled her hips against her questing fingers, grinding her clit against the palm of her hand. Her sensitivity was greater than usual and when the pads of her fingers touched upon her g-spot, stars exploded across her vision. A choked, needy gasp forced its way past her lips, a keening whine following it as she started slapping against her mons wetly. Her essence gushed out around her fingers, thick and musky, drooling down her thighs.

Fuck, she was going to cum already.

The strike was sudden and without warning, Blake giving a startled yell as Jaune's hand slapped her exposed ass with force. Her insides tightened in surprise and pleasure, her plump rear rippling from the impact. She choked on her moan, heart swelling beneath her breast.

"You have a fat ass, Blake," he condemned deliciously, palming her stinging flesh. He squeezed it viciously, fingers digging in painfully. She shook. "Fuck, you are so lewd. I think I need to punish you."

The next strike almost made her topple over, her hips momentarily giving out as tendrils of delight crept up her body and choked her brain. His hand was so large and strong, spanking her jiggling butt firmly. She sobbed deliriously as she finger fucked her dripping pussy harder, shlick, shlick, shlick.

"Oh~! Ahhn~! F-Fuck~! Oh, oh – Jaune," she squealed with every blow, her abused cheek blooming with fire. The stinging pain mixed with her throbbing pleasure, coiling together until they were one in the same. After a particularly hard strike, he stroked his palm along her prickling skin and it sent her into rapture, back hunching as her core clenched iron tight.

"I-I'm gonna cum," she cried, drooling all over the bed. She buried her fingers as far as they would go and raked them furiously over her g-spot. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming~!"

Molten heat burst within as he spanked her glowing ass one more time, howling as her vagina contracted powerfully in orgasm. Her hips jerked wildly as her sticky insides coiled and writhed, clutching desperately at her twitching fingers. She would have fallen over if not for Jaune gripping her ass strongly, holding her in place as she unraveled. She cum and cum and cum until she couldn't breathe, milking her digits for semen they couldn't give.

"That's it," Jaune encouraged. "That's it – you get off on this, don't you? I always knew you were a little whore."

Blake mewled in denial, shaking her head as her orgasm slowed. Her stomach quivered and tensed in aftershocks, her pussy sensitive as her fingers slipped messily from her drenched hole. More of her essence gushed out at the removal, running down her labia and vulva, her mons, her thighs. Her bunched panties were sodden and uncomfortable, ruined.

"No?" he asked. "These aren't the actions of a sweet girl, Blake. Only a loose little slut would do this type of thing."

"I'm n-not," she pleaded, squirming out of his hold and rolling to face him. Her face was a mess, her mascara running freely over her cheeks. "I'm not a slut. I'm a good girl."

Blake panted as he looked down on her, eyes taking in her disheveled form. She was nothing to him, she knew; just a piece of meat to play with. But she would be a good piece of meat! The best! Already, she could see his erection straining against his pants. Her body had turned him on! She was sexy! He had enjoyed her messy fingering. He noticed where she was looking and grinned.

"So you want to prove you're a good girl, huh?" she nodded rapidly, her ears flicking. "Okay – show me, then. Can you get this ready?" he gripped his bulge and gave it a squeeze. "If you can, then I'll reward you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please," she crawled across the bed quickly, scrambling for his pants. She fell onto the carpet. "I'd like it very much, sir."

Jaune's eyes may have been blue but they were filled with fire as she fumbled with his belt, panting excitedly as she pulled down his pants and underwear. His cock jumped out and slapped her against the cheek, Blake letting out a surprised yelp. Then she stared at it, eyes wide.

Her womb throbbed as she saw his length for the first time. She had seen penises before; in textbooks, online, and had even touched Adam's once when their heavy petting session had gotten heated. But she had never seen one up close like this and had never in her wildest dreams had she thought it would be so big. It was long and thick with light downy hair around the base, the veins bulging underneath the soft, velvety skin. It was heavy in her hands, much heavier than she thought it would be and curved lightly upwards. The crown was fat and shiny, flushed red with arousal and dripping pre-cum, the smell powerful.

Her mouth salivated at the thought of putting it inside her. He would stretch her out and touch places deep inside that had never been touched before. He would claim her womb as his own and no other cock would compare, she knew this. She was going to be fucked stupid. There was no resisting it.

But first she needed to prepare him.

Jaune hummed as she dragged it across her face, inhaling his strong musk. It was hot, scorching a path over the ridge of her nose, her cheeks, along her jaw, her pursed lips. Pre-cum smeared over her skin, marking her as she buried her nose against the base and inhaled deeply. Underneath, his balls lay in wait. His scent was everywhere, seeping into her pores. Blake moaned, nuzzling his thigh.

"Go on," he urged, voice low. When she glanced up at him, his pupils were blown wide. "Have a taste. Get me nice and wet."

She started at the root, kissing her way around and underneath. His balls tightened slightly as her tongue lapped at his scrotum, teasing and tasting the wrinkled flesh. She suckled on the thick ridge that ran the length of his member, running her mouth up and down before kissing the sides. It throbbed eagerly at her attention and she shuddered, intoxicated. She was worshipping his cock, this human cock. This human cock that was about to plunder her. This human cock that owned her.

She clamped her thighs together as renewed heat engulfed her sex.

She licked him everywhere, working her way up. When she reached the glans, she gave it a peck right on the tip, her tongue swiped at the moist head. His pre-cum was salty and strong on her tongue, fogging her mind. She couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh, yeah," Jaune groaned as his cock head parted her lips. Blake reveled in the sound, pride tingling in her gut. She had made him make that sound. Her. No one else. "That's it – your mouth feels so good, Blake. A good mouth for a good girl."

Blake preened, hollowing her cheeks as she began to suck lightly on his tool. She was inexperienced but had watched enough porn, had read enough first hand accounts to know a little bit of what she was supposed to do. Her imagination had filled in the blanks and she must have been doing something right because soon his hips were thrusting softly as her tongue swirled around his swelling crown, his throat issuing grunts of pleasure. Pushing down a little further, she took more of his cock into her mouth, her hands wrapping around his long, thick shaft. She stroked it in time to her head bobbing, milking his member passionately.

Blake's eyes rolled when his fingers threaded through her hair, brushing over her cat ears. He pinched the soft appendages between his fingers and massaged them, shocks running through her brain. She sucked harder, slurping lewdly as she bathed his cock in saliva. Her hands glided up and down effortlessly, twisting and pulling until his already hard cock swelled further.

"Take it all the way," he ordered suddenly and she obeyed without thinking. She thrust her mouth down on him, the tip brushing the back of her throat. Coughing around his girth, she retreated before surging forward, attempting to swallow him whole.

"Oh, fuck," Jaune hissed as she throated him, almost choking. His cock flexed, Blake spluttering as he held her head down. "Shit, that feels amazing."

When he released her, she pulled off him, coughing wildly. Spit dribbled down over her chin, eyes stinging with tears. She gazed up at him in adoration, breathing heavily as she gulped in precious air. His straining erection glistened and she grinned proudly, knowing she had completed her task.

Jaune grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a shake, tapping it against her forehead. She shivered at the lack of respect, basking in the depravity. He slapped her face a few more times, the blows heavy with such a burly cock before he pulled his shirt off, revealing his chest and abs.

Blake licked her lips hungrily.

"I think it's time I reward you, don't you think?" he growled. "Get back on the bed."

She hastened to comply, flopping on the bed and pulling off her panties with a quick shimmy of her hips. Jaune kicked off his pants and boots, following after her. He looked like a predator on the prowl, looming over her, his massive dick bobbing and leaking between them. It dripped on her belly, his pre-cum hot. Blake shivered in fear, in excitement, in lust.

There was a small voice in the back of her mind, imploring her. Today was unsafe, she was ovulating, if he cum inside her, if he fucked her dirty and raw, she would get pregnant. This voice of reason only stoked her desire into a bonfire, raging uncontrolled. Her breathing sped up, eyes wide as he leaned down, smothering her with his body and trapping her in place.

"Are you ready, kitten?" he whispered against her cat ears. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Please," she begged, reaching for his hips greedily. "Please, I'm a good kitty. I promise! Can I have my reward now? Please?"

His cock was a hot brand against her belly, burning her skin. She shuddered when he pulled away, resting on his haunches as he took hold of his sturdy dick and swiped it along her swollen vulva. When the head passed over her clit, she moaned sweetly. When it popped inside her entrance, cleaving her clutching walls, she gave a shout of exhilaration. His girth split her tiny hole apart, any discomfort buried beneath the waves of pleasure that radiated out from her core. The curve of his cock grinded her g-spot as he pressed deeper, her muscles tensing as he deflowered her. She forgot to breathe, back arching as he kept going until he was seated deep within her.

"Oh~!" she gasped brokenly, vision blurry. When he tapped her cervix, her entire body jerked. It hurt – but it hurt good. He was in as far as she could take him, inside her like no else had been and would ever be. Her pussy belonged to only him. Jaune owned it. She was his. The way it rippled around his length, the way it squeezed his steel hard shaft, no one else would ever know that pleasure. "You're so deep~!"

His chest was broad and muscular, his abdominals defined from hours of training. Blake devoured him with her eyes, consumed by her want for him. She watched as his forearms flexed as he gripped her thighs, pulling her pelvis even more flush with his, knocking her deeply. Her insides coiled around him, throbbing. He was staring at the point where they were joined and she flushed down to her tits.

"Such a good little girl," he grunted, beginning to rock back and forth. Blake moaned. "Is this the reward you wanted? Did you want this human cock to split you open? Fuck, for a dirty little slut, you are so tight."

She nodded as her breasts bounced, cupping them as he fucked her. It didn't take long for him to establish a punishing tempo, his balls slapping against her butt as he drove into her again and again. She could feel all of his cock. Every bump, every ridge, every vein. Every time he stroked out, he tugged on her insides, threatening to pull her inside out. Every time he bottomed out in her sticky little cunt, he knocked on her womb with a punishing bump.

Her imagination hadn't been close. This was beyond every fantasy and dream, every little dirty fantasy she had manifested in her mind over the years. All she could do was grunt and moan, even breathing was a struggle as he knocked the wind out of her lungs again and again. Her skin was on fire, lightning racing across every nerve. He hadn't even touched her breasts and yet they felt heavy, achy, her puffy nipples impossibly tight. She tweaked them, her nails pinching the sensitive flesh hard.

"Look at you," he accused, his voice dripping with lust and derision. Her sore, bruised butt chafed against the blanket, burning painfully. "You can't help yourself, can you? Did I say you could play with your tits?"

She shook her head.

"No, I didn't," he slapped her left breast, hard. The impact rippled through her chest and straight to her cunt, clutching down on his pistoning member. "Naughty kitty. Here I am, rewarding you and this is how you repay me?"

"I'm sorry," she sobbed as he slapped her tit again, pinching the nipple and pulling on it harshly. She choked, his thrusting becoming stronger. "I'll b-be – ahnn~! – good. I promise – uuuhnn~!"

He fucked her harder and harder, her cries bouncing off the hotel walls. If there was anyone in the next rooms surrounding them, they would know exactly what was going on with them. The shame burned and mixed with everything else, a dark pulse throbbing in her core. She could feel her orgasm coming, stronger than the last, and she knew this would destroy her utterly.

"You're too loud," he said – and with a thrill of terror and excitement, his hand closed around her throat. Blake thrashed wildly as he choked her, her insides squirming and coiling tighter around him. Jaune grunted as her furiously fucked into her, his cock throbbing and flexing, beginning to swell.

She couldn't breathe – he was going to choke her out, leave her unconscious as he flooded her with his seed. This wasn't sex; he was breeding her. She was being bred like a common animal, fucked into submission like a stupid whore. Her eyes rolled, gasping as the pressure built in her loins and in her head, face becoming tight with breathlessness.

"Fuck, Blake – I'm going to cum, baby."

Her cunt seized up like a vice, that dark pulse rupturing and spilling hot and heavy and Blake screamed as he released her throat. Her whole body thrashed and contracted as she climaxed, tears and snot spilling from her face as she squirt violently. Jaune threw his head back as he powered through her milking, clutching embrace, thrusting several more times before pressing in as deep as he could.

Blake wheezed as his crown docked with her cervix and he fired his molten load directly into her womb. It thudded into her in powerful heaves, shot after shot after thick, virile shot, filling her up with wonderful heat. His hands left her thighs and gripped her breasts, squeezing hard as he rutted into her with each pulsing shot in that age old desire to impregnate.

I'm pregnant, she thought wildly. She was going to raise his child. She was only seventeen and she was going to be a mother. The thought roared through her brain and body, and kick started another round of orgasm, her body strained and overworked as it writhed around his cock.

She wasn't sure how long they laid there, Jaune panting in her ear as he collapsed on top of her but it wasn't until her body stopped twitching, her womb finished greedily drinking its fill before the emotions flooded through her and the dam burst.

The tears flowed first and then the sobs followed, her body trembling as she unraveled completely. Jaune pulled back in alarm as she wailed, covering her face as she released all the pent up feelings that had gathered inside her.

"Blake?" he said with concern, breaking character. "Shit – Blake? Are you okay? Did I go too far?"

He went to pull out of her and she wasn't having it, locking her legs around his waist tightly.

"Blake?" he questioned uncertainly.

She wiped at her eyes, her snotty nose and mouth. Blake knew she must have looked a mess, her make up ruined, skin blotchy and eyes red. The sheer concern on his face filled her with unimaginable warmth and she curled around him, clutching his body to her desperately.

"Thank you," she whimpered into his chest. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He hugged her back, kissing her hair, nuzzling her cat ears. She kissed his chest, loving the salty taste of his sweat. Then she pulled back and went for his lips, claiming them passionately. Their tongues rolled together seamlessly, hot and wet.

Their lips parted after some time.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

This time she nodded, smiling at him. "Better than okay. I feel wonderful."

With his seed heavy in her belly, her pussy aching beautifully and body worn with exquisite exhaustion, she had never felt better in her entire life. He had given her this.

"I love you," she blurted. He stared at her in shock.

She hadn't meant to say that.

"Um," he said. "I don't – Blake, I mean-"

"It's okay," she said hastily, mortified. "I – you don't have to say it back. It's just how I feel."

It wasn't just the sex. It was everything else. She didn't want anyone else. She never would. Now that she'd said it, she wouldn't take it back even if she'd rushed it, made a fool of herself. She would own it, like he owned her.

Jaune cupped her cheek. "You really mean it?"

She nodded. "I do."

He shook his head with a laugh. "I can't believe this is happening. I – I still can't believe we just did that."

"It was amazing," she said earnestly. "I loved it."

"You were amazing as well," he returned. "You're so sexy, Blake. Fuck. I'm still hard."

He was. He had cum so much inside her and yet his cock was still diamond, resting against her cervix. Blake bit her lip.

"We could... go again, if you want?" she asked shyly.

They did just that. Again, and again, and again – they didn't return to Beacon until the next morning, as boyfriend and girlfriend. They had a lot of explaining to do. Fortunately, she didn't get pregnant, even though a secret part of her didn't want to take the morning after pill. They just weren't ready for that – yet.

Even so, she got what she wanted. She was his little fuck hole, now and forever. His little faunus bitch.

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