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Pyrrha returns to her shared apartment after an intense evening workout . Her muscles are pleasantly fatigued and her mind is clear from the endorphins coursing through her body.
As she steps inside, her shoes make a soft thud on the hardwood floors, and she notices that all of the lights are off except for the one in the living room. The space is quiet, but she can feel the warmth emanating from within.
She smiles fondly as she heads towards the living room.
As she entered the living room, her treacherous heart fluttered with excitement.
She should not feel like that.
She promised herself.
They were best friend.
Nothing more
There she was, curled up on the comfortable couch with a thick book in hand.
The dim light from the lamp cast soft shadows across her face, accentuating her delicate features and the contrast of her dark hair against the pale fabric of her shirt.
She must have just returned home from work, still dressed in her professional attire: a knee-length skirt, black stockings that hugged her legs, and a crisp white shirt with two buttons left undone at the top.
Her eyes followed the movement of her friend's slender fingers as they flipped through the pages of the book.
The scent of old paper and ink wafted up to her, a familiar and comforting smell that always reminded her of home. She couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone like Blake to come back to every day.
Despite her best efforts, Pyrrha's gaze kept drifting down to Blake's toned thigh and the tantalizing hint of cleavage peeking out from her shirt. The gentle curve of her collarbone, framed by soft tendrils of hair, was almost too much for Pyrrha to resist.
It was an internal battle, trying not to openly stare at her friend's beauty. But Pyrrha couldn't help it; Blake was a picture-perfect vision that even made her own pulse race. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and the fluttering in her stomach, all caused by one person: Blake.
She tried to rationalize it as simply being the endorphins still coursing through her veins from her intense gym session earlier. But deep down, she knew it was more than that.
It has always been.
There was something magnetic about Blake that drew Pyrrha in, something beyond physical attraction. It was a combination of confidence, intelligence, and effortless grace that captivated Pyrrha's attention and left her feeling breathless.
Blake had a way of making Pyrrha feel valued, as if she was the most important person in the room.
And when Blake looked at her, Pyrrha felt like she was the only one in the room. It was as though they were sharing a secret, a private moment that was just between them.
In short, Pyrrha was absolutely, hopelessly smitten with Blake.
It had been months since Pyrrha and Blake moved in together, mutual agreement until they each found their significant other. It was supposed to be a temporary thing, but now that they had lived together, she could not imagine going back to the way things were before.
Never before had she felt such a deep and intense sexual attraction towards another woman. It made her feel both exhilarated and ashamed, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to Blake's presence.
She had found herself checking out Blake's ass countless times, unable to resist the urge to admire every curve and movement.
During their conversations, she often found herself getting lost in thoughts, blanly staring at Blake's lips, imaginating how they would feel wrapped around her cock, to hear her screaming her name has she released all of her pent up lust on her.
On more than one occasion, whenever she went back to reality, Blake was silently staring at her with a small smirk on her face.
She never call her out on it.
She acted like it never happenned and resumed the conversation, leaving Pyrrha a blushing mess.
She knows.
She must know.
Yet Blake never said anything.
It was a struggle to focus on anything other than her friend's body, and she hated herself for it.
What she would not give for an opportunity to be with her.
But, Blake had never showed any signs of interest, and she was too afraid to admit her true feelings.
They were friends, nothing more.
And if that meant hiding her true feelings behind a wall of platonic friendship, then so be it.
It was better this way.
"How long are you gonna stand there, staring at me?", Blake asked, looking up from her book and smiling softly.
"Oh, um, sorry. I was just thinking", Pyrrha replied sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck.
Blake simply raised an eyebrow at her, and..
was it her imagination or did her eyes drift down to her abs for a second?
No.
It couldn't be.
It was just a figment of her imagination.
Wishful thinking.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
"Do you want a glass of wine? Weiss gave me some wine as a gift", Blake asked, standing up and stretching her arms over her head.
Pyrrha bit her lower lip, struggling to keep her eyes away from Blake's exposed stomach.
"Yes, please. I would love a glass", Pyrrha said, finally tearing her gaze away from her friend.
"Great, I'll pour us two glasses. You can take a shower in the meantime. You smell like a locker room", Blake teased, smirking slightly.
"Thanks, I appreciate that", Pyrrha scoffed, rolling her eyes and turning away.
She walked down the hall, passing Blake's room, and headed towards the bathroom.
As soon as the door was closed, Pyrrha let out a long sigh.
She was tired of constantly having to hide her true feelings.
It was exhausting, pretending to be something she wasn't.
She wanted so badly to tell Blake how she felt, but the fear of rejection was always holding her back.
It was ironic, really.
As a confident athlete and a former champion fighter, Pyrrha had faced countless opponents without hesitation, yet when it came to matters of the heart, she was nothing but a coward.
She could face any opponent, but not her true feelings.
As she stood beneath the warm spray of water, Pyrrha allowed herself to think about what it would be like to be with Blake.
Imagination could be a wonderful thing.
She could pretend that they were a couple, sharing intimate moments and exploring each other's bodies.
It was a nice fantasy, but it would never be real.
Pyrrha was content with their platonic relationship, but sometimes she couldn't help wishing that they could be more.
As she got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her waist, she tried to push those thoughts from her mind.
She had to focus on their friendship, and nothing else.
When Pyrrha entered the living room, freshly showered and changed into comfortable clothes, she was greeted by the sight of Blake sitting on the couch with two glasses of wine in front of her.
"Feel better?", she asked, handing a glass to Pyrrha.
"Much better. Thank you", she replied, taking a seat next to Blake.
"I hope you like red wine, Weiss told me this was a good brand", Blake said, taking a sip from her glass.
"I'm not very familiar with wine, but I'm sure it will be delicious", Pyrrha said, taking a sip as well.
The wine was rich and fruity, with a hint of oak. It was a perfect accompaniment to the peaceful atmosphere of the evening.
They settled into their seats and indulged in each other's company while recounting the events of their day. The drinks were cool against their lips, refreshing like a burst of summer rain. Pyrrha found herself once again entranced by the view - not just the sight of the city skyline from their balcony, but the beautiful woman sitting beside her.
As they talked, Pyrrha's gaze couldn't help but roam over Blake's form. She traced the gentle curve of her collarbone with her eyes, admiring its smoothness and symmetry. Her attention lingered on the inviting expanse of Blake's neck, illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. And then, she couldn't resist stealing glances at the subtle swell of her breasts, outlined by the delicate fabric of her top. As much as she tried to focus on their conversation, Pyrrha found herself captivated by every detail of Blake's alluring figure.
The sight of her friend's beauty was so arresting, it took all of her attention. She didn't even notice Blake watching her until she felt the gentle touch of their fingers delicately lifting her chin, bringing their faces inches apart. Their eyes locked, creating an electric current that crackled between them with every passing moment. The world seemed to melt away as they gazed at each other, a perfect balance of vulnerability and intensity hanging in the air.
Pyrrha's cheeks flushed crimson and her heart rate increased, but she didn't look away.
Blake's eyes were a rich amber, filled with an intensity that Pyrrha had never seen before.
Was it the alchool?
She did not know.
Her breath hitched as she felt Blake's fingers slowly tracing along her jawline and down her neck.
Pyrrha knew she should stop her, but she was paralyzed.
She couldn't tear her gaze away from Blake's, and all her senses were focused on the sensation of her friend's soft fingertips caressing her skin.
Pyrrha was acutely aware of the sound of her own heartbeat thudding in her chest and the feeling of her blood rushing through her veins.
This could not be happening.
It was too good to be true
But despite her inner conflict, Pyrrha didn't protest.
Instead, she held her breath and froze in place as Blake leaned in, her full lips pressing gently against the sensitive skin of Pyrrha's neck. The heat from their bodies mingled in the small space between them, sending a tantalizing shiver down Pyrrha's spine. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as Blake's warm breath tickled her skin, making every nerve ending come alive. Time seemed to stand still as they shared this intimate moment, their heartbeats syncing in perfect harmony.
"Do you like it when I do this?", Blake murmured, trailing her tongue along Pyrrha's jugular vein.
Pyrrha could only nod, unable to form words.
The feeling of Blake's lips on her skin was electrifying, and she felt herself growing aroused.
She had always imagined what it would be like to share intimate moments with her friend, but she had never thought it would actually happen.
And yet, here she was, with her best friend's mouth against her neck, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Blake pulled back slightly, her amber eyes glinting with desire.
The dark haired faunus sighted, running a hand through her raven hair.
"We can't go on like this" She muttered to herself, her golden eyes never leaving Pyrrha's emerald one.
Pyrrha's heart skipped a beat.
"W-What do you mean?", the red hair stammered, voice barely a whisper.
Blake scoffs.
"You know exactly what I mean"
Pyrrha swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
"I don't- I don't understand", she said, her voice shaking.
"Don't you? ", Blake asked, smirking at her, her tone almost challenging.
Pyrrha couldn't look away, mesmerized by the way her friend's lips curled into a sly smile.
Blake's gaze was intense, and the heat between them was palpable.
It was almost intoxicating.
"Let me explain it to you this way then"
Blake gracefully rose from the plush couch, her slender frame gliding effortlessly as she straddled Pyrrha's lap. As she shifted, her skirt rode up to the middle of her backside, revealing more and more of her smooth, stocking-clad thighs. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating every move she made. The room was filled with a sense of electricity as their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. Blake's hair fell around them like a curtain, creating a private world within the crowded party. Their gazes locked, igniting a fire that burned hot between them.
The sudden movement sent a surge of desire through Pyrrha, causing her cock to stir and strain against the confines of her pants. With a gasp, she reached out and grabbed onto Blake's hips, her hands eagerly gripping the curves of her body. The tension between them was palpable, crackling with raw attraction and unspoken desires.
"I have waited long enough for you to make the first move", Blake said, her voice husky.
"Now, it's my turn"
The dark-haired faunus leaned in, her lips brushing against Pyrrha's ear.
"I know.." Blake began before correcting herself
"..We both know, you have been checking me out, for a long time.."
She paused, as she wrapped her arms around Pyrrha's neck, drawing them closer together, their bodies flush against each other.
"Tell me Pyr, what was it?"she whispered in a sultry voice,
" The way I walked?
"My ass?"
" It was written all over your face. What was it? Did you imagine your hands down my body? Branding me, leaving fingerprints, my ass red hot from your hands, spanking me. Labelling me yours."
Pyrrha could feel her cheeks heating up, and her cock growing harder with every word Blake spoke. She bit her lip, trying to contain her desire, but her resolve was quickly crumbling.
"Or maybe, was it something else. Did you think about bending me over, spreading me open and fucking me so hard, I would not be able to walk for days?"
Pyrrha shivered as the image of Blake's naked body flashed through her mind.
She couldn't deny it.
The thought of ravishing her friend had crossed her mind more than once.
"I-" she began, but was cut off by Blake's finger on her lip.
"Shh... You had so many opportunities" Blake chastised, a sly smirk on her face, her gaze intense,
"And yet,you did nothing.."
Pyrrha looked down, unable to meet her friend's eyes.
"I heard you, you know", Blake said, her voice dropping even lower, "That night, after the gym, I heard you, jerking off in your room, panting my name"
Pyrrha's cheeks flushed with shame, but she didn't respond.
"And do you remember that day, after we had lunch together and I had to go back to work?"
"I- I do.." Pyrrha said, her voice trembling.
"You didn't hear me come back, did you? I stood right there, watching you" Blake whispered, her voice dropping an octave lower, her breath hot against Pyrrha's ear,
"How you stroked yourself, panting my name, wishing it was me touching you instead"
Pyrrha felt her heart hammering in her chest.
"Look at me. ", Blake ordered, grabbing her chin and forcing Pyrrha's gaze upward, her eyes dark with lust.
"You don't want gentle love making. You want raw, intense sex, don't you? You want to fuck me senseless, claim me, mark me as yours. I bet you even thought about tying me up, and having your way with me."
"Blake.. please" Pyrrha begged, her face flushed red.
"You want it"
"You crave it." Blake stated, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
"So do I."
The redhead's breath caught in her throat as she felt her friend's hand on her bulge, stroking her through the fabric. The simple touch sent shivers of excitement and anticipation down Pyrrha's spine. Blake leaned forward, her lips nearly brushing against Pyrrha's.
"I could apologize for what I'm about to let you do to me," Blake's voice was low and seductive, "but I won't." Her eyes flashed dangerously, revealing the true desire burning within her.
"I want to feel you inside me," she continued, her words dripping with need.
"I want to feel your body moving and pulsing against mine. I want your tongue to explore every inch of my skin. I want you to kiss me, devour me, consume me entirely. I want you to possess me, fuck me, conquer me."
She paused for a moment, meeting Pyrrha's gaze with an intense stare.
"Make me surrender."
"But most importantly.." she leaned in, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to Pyrrha's ears, her hot breath sending sparks of arousal through her,
"I beg you.." A smirk was on the faunus face as she gently bit on Pyrrha's earlobe before whispering.
For Pyrrha alone
" ...Ruin me"
With those words, Pyrrha could not control her urges anymore.
Her self control shattered.
The last thread of restraint that was holding her back snapped.
Her hands grabbed hold of Blake's waist, pulling her roughly towards her own body. Their lips met in a collision of desire and pent-up longing, the force of their kiss leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Pyrrha had dreamed of this moment for so long, but now that it was happening, no fantasy could compare to the reality. Blake's lips were soft and full, moving against hers with a sensual rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. The intensity of their passion was like fire, their tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths with a reckless abandon. A deep, guttural moan escaped Pyrrha's throat, a sound so primal and raw that it even surprised herself. But she couldn't stop, the taste and feel of Blake overwhelming her senses and making her crave more.
Desire surged within Pyrrha, a hunger to explore and savor every inch of Blake's body. Her hands eagerly slipped beneath the soft fabric of Blake's skirt, tracing up her smooth legs until they came to rest on her supple buttocks. She squeezed them through the thin material of Blake's stockings, causing her skirt to ride up to her hips in a tantalizing display. Goosebumps erupted across Blake's skin at the touch, sending shivers down her spine and igniting a primal response within her. The electricity between them was almost tangible, a heady mix of passion and longing that filled the air.
Their kiss became more urgent, their hands roaming each other's bodies with a need to explore and experience everything they had been denied for so long. Pyrrha's cock strained painfully against her pants, the desire to take Blake right then and there almost overwhelming her. But she held back, wanting to savor every moment and make it last as long as possible. Blake's fingers traced up Pyrrha's toned abdomen, caressing her defined muscles and causing her skin to tingle with excitement. Their movements were frantic and uncoordinated, two souls desperate to get closer to one another.
Pyrrha groaned into the kiss, the feeling of Blake's nails scraping lightly across her back causing her arousal to grow even stronger.
She wanted to devour her, to claim her, to mark her as her own. Blake's breath hitched as Pyrrha's fingers dug into her ass, her grip firm and possessive. The dark-haired faunus arched her back, pressing her body against her friend's muscular form. The heat of their passion was burning them alive, the intensity threatening to consume them both.
Blake's fingers tangled in Pyrrha's fiery locks, her nails digging into her scalp as their kiss deepened. Their bodies were flush against each other, the friction causing waves of pleasure to ripple through them. Blake's tongue explored Pyrrha's mouth, eliciting a moan from the redhead. She was intoxicating, the taste of her lips addictive. Pyrrha never wanted the moment to end.
Pyrrha's hands slipped around the sides of Blake's stockings, her fingertips caressing the soft skin just above them. She could feel Blake's hips grinding against hers, desperate for more contact. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"Oh God, yes" Pyrrha moaned, unable to contain her desire any longer.
Pyrrha was consumed by a single-minded need to possess Blake, to claim her and mark her as her own.
She was lost in the moment, her lustful haze overpowering her reason.
She needed more.
She was so desperate to be inside of her, to feel her.
To have her.
Blake's scent filled her nostrils, and Pyrrha knew she had to taste her.
The dark-haired faunus gasped and moaned as Pyrrha's lips traveled down her neck, her kisses trailing over her collarbone and the tops of her breasts.
She pushed her bra aside, her tongue teasing the sensitive peaks.
Blake's skin was warm and silky smooth beneath her touch.
Pyrrha wanted her more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything in her entire life.
Pyrrha was ravenous, her hunger for her friend overwhelming.
She needed more.
Blake was a drug, and Pyrrha was addicted.
Pyrrha pulled the dark-haired faunus' blouse off her and tossed it away.
Then her hands were cupping her breasts, her mouth suckling the pink, puckered nipples.
Blake gasped, her back arching.
"Pyrrha..." she moaned, her fingers tangling in Pyrrha's hair.
It was the sweetest music to her ears.
The sound of her name on Blake's lips, the knowledge that she was the one making her feel this way.
It was almost too much.
She could feel her cock throbbing, the urge to take her friend becoming more and more difficult to resist.
"Blake..." she said, her voice thick with lust.
She was going to have her, to take her, and claim her.
There was no going back.
Blake whimpered as Pyrrha's tongue danced around her nipple.
She wanted her.
She needed her.
Her desire was palpable.
They could barely keep their hands off each other.
The tension had been building for months, and they were finally ready to give in.
To surrender.
To surrender to each other.
Blake's hands were fumbling with the button and zipper of Pyrrha's pants, her breathing heavy and labored.
The anticipation was killing her.
With a primal growl, Pyrrha ripped her pants off.
She was done waiting.
Her boxers were tented, her cock straining against the fabric.
Blake's eyes were wide, her gaze fixed on the enormous bulge between Pyrrha's thighs.
Pyrrha grabbed the waistband of her underwear, pulling it down in a swift motion and releasing her rock hard shaft.
It bobbed and twitched in front of her, glistening with pre-cum.
She was massive, her cock easily ten inches long and as thick as her wrist.
Blake's eyes were wide, her pulse racing, as she licked her lips in anticipation.
"Fuck..." she gasped, her hand reaching out to grip the shaft.
Pyrrha grunted at the contact, her cock pulsing against Blake's palm.
The dark-haired faunus wasted no time, slowly sliding her hand along the length of the shaft, her fingers wrapped around its girth.
"Pyrrha... ", she gasped, her gaze locked on the massive cock in her hand.
Pyrrha could feel her friend's grip tighten, the heat of her palm sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Blake began to stroke her shaft, her hand moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
Pyrrha could not control herself anymore, the feeling of Blake's hand around her cock sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Her hips began to buck, thrusting her cock into Blake's hand.
Blake's touch was electric, setting her nerves on fire and filling her with desire.
Her cock throbbed and twitched in her grasp, eager for release.
Pyrrha had wanted this for so long, and now she was finally getting it.
But Blake was not finished yet.
With a tantalizing slowness, she lowered her head until her mouth was just inches away from the swollen tip of Pyrrha's cock. The anticipation built in Pyrrha's body as she watched Blake's tongue flick out, the tip lightly tracing over the sensitive head.
A jolt of pleasure shot through Pyrrha's body as Blake's lips finally wrapped around her throbbing member. She gasped and moaned, feeling a rush of heat and desire course through her veins.
"Oh God," Pyrrha cried out, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations that were flooding her body. Her eyes were wide with shock and pleasure as she watched her friend expertly pleasure her.
Blake's lips were warm and inviting, parted slightly as she took Pyrrha into her mouth. The sensation sent shivers down Pyrrha's spine, her body arching in response. As Blake's tongue swirled around the swollen head of her cock, Pyrrha let out a gasp of pleasure and bucked her hips involuntarily. She could feel herself sliding deeper into Blake's mouth, the wet heat enveloping her and driving her wild. With half-closed eyes, Blake was lost in ecstasy as she focused on pleasuring Pyrrha, her gaze locked on her lover's face. The air was thick with desire and their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, building towards an explosive release.
Her tongue was like a skilled dancer, moving seamlessly and effortlessly around the head of Pyrrha's shaft. The combination of her hand stroking the base and her mouth sucking and licking sent waves of pleasure through the redhead's body, making her muscles tremble with delight. Blake's free hand cupped her balls, gently massaging them in perfect rhythm with her mouth and causing Pyrrha to groan in pure ecstasy. Every touch and movement felt like a symphony of pleasure, orchestrated perfectly by these two lovers who were lost in their own world of passion.
The dark-haired faunus was relentless, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, taking Pyrrha's cock deeper and deeper with each movement. Every time her lips slid down the shaft, a rush of pleasure shot through Pyrrha's body, igniting every nerve ending. Her nails dug into the back of Blake's head, weaving through her soft, silky hair as she surrendered to the blissful sensation. Blake's mouth moved with expert skill, her tongue swirling and caressing the underside of Pyrrha's cock in slow, sensual motions. The intense pleasure building within Pyrrha threatened to consume her completely as she lost herself in the overwhelming ecstasy of their intimate exchange.
Blake moaned, the sound muffled by the thick shaft filling her mouth. The vibrations reverberated through her body, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Pyrrha's hips began to buck uncontrollably, her body responding instinctively to the overwhelming sensation. As Blake continued to pleasure her friend with skilled movements, Pyrrha could feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The dark-haired faunus could sense Pyrrha's climax approaching and quickened her pace, her own desire building as she focused solely on giving Pyrrha maximum pleasure.
"Blake... I'm gonna cum" Pyrrha cried, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Blake's fingers curled tightly around Pyrrha's throbbing balls, her other hand moving in a frenzied rhythm up and down her shaft. Moans and gasps escaped her lips as she worked herself closer and closer to the edge.
Pyrrha's hips bucked with every thrust of her cock into Blake's mouth, her own moans mixing with the wet sounds of their lovemaking. The sensation of being swallowed up by her friend's hot, wet throat only fueled her desire.
She could feel Blake gagging at times, but Pyrrha couldn't bring herself to stop. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming. It felt like heaven and hell all at once, and she never wanted it to end.
"Fuck.. Oh God" Pyrrha moaned, her body tensing.
Blake's eyes were locked on Pyrrha's, dark with a mix of desire and determination. The intensity in her gaze was matched by the heat radiating from her body. Her mouth worked its magic, expertly tantalizing Pyrrha's every inch with sucking, licking, and pleasuring. Pyrrha moaned as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, her entire being consumed by pleasure. Her flesh hummed with anticipation as her throbbing cock twitched, begging for release. The impending orgasm built inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body and driving her closer to the brink of blissful surrender.
"Blake, I'm gonna-"
As the words tumbled from her lips, Pyrrha's body seemed to burst with energy and desire. A primal urgency overtook her as her cock pulsed and throbbed, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hot, thick load erupted from her, shooting down Blake's throat in a powerful surge. Despite the suddenness and intensity of it all, Blake kept going, determined to milk every last drop from her shaft. Pyrrha could feel herself being drained of all tension and stress, replaced only by a deep sense of satisfaction and release.
"Oh my God" Pyrrha panted, her chest heaving as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Blake was amazing.
Pyrrha couldn't believe how good it had felt.
She couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm so intense.
Never felt anything like it.
Blake swallowed Pyrrha's thick load, savoring the tangy taste on her tongue. Her cheeks flushed with desire and her eyes hazy with lust as she slowly pulled her mouth off her now-softened cock. Standing up, Blake's eyes never left Pyrrha's, who watched her with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
Disheveled hair fell in wild waves around her face, and her clothes were rumpled from their passionate encounter. But Blake's eyes burned with a fierce desire, and Pyrrha knew that this was only the beginning. She was a vixen, and she was determined to seduce Pyrrha completely.
Her lips curved into a sultry smile as she reached out to caress Pyrrha's chest, setting them both ablaze with need. It was clear that Blake wasn't finished yet, and Pyrrha eagerly surrendered to her seduction.
"You're not done yet, are you?" Blake teased, her voice husky and low.
Pyrrha's breath hitched as Blake's hand snaked lower, trailing down her abdomen and teasing her cock with gentle strokes.
"I don't think I could ever get enough of you."
Her gaze was intense, filled with longing and desire.
"Let me show you just how much I want you," she whispered, leaning in to capture Pyrrha's lips in a searing kiss.
As their mouths collided, their bodies melted together in a symphony of passion and pleasure. Blake's hands were everywhere, caressing and exploring every inch of Pyrrha's body, as their tongues danced and tangled in a battle of dominance. She could taste her own arousal on Blake's lips, and it drove her wild. Her hands found their way beneath the hem of Blake's skirt, her fingertips gliding along the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
"Take it off," Blake moaned, tugging at her own clothes.
Without hesitation, Pyrrha obliged, hastily ripping the rest of her friend's garments off.
They stood there, naked and panting, their desire evident in their eyes.
"God, you're so beautiful," Pyrrha murmured, drinking in the sight of Blake's flawless form.
"You're not too bad yourself," Blake teased, her gaze raking over Pyrrha's muscled physique.
Pyrrha blushed under her friend's gaze, the heat of her cheeks matching the warmth between her legs.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at her friend's obvious admiration, though she was far more focused on the desire simmering between them.
Blake's eyes were dark with lust as she grabbed Pyrrha's arm, pulling her into another kiss.
Their tongues entwined as their bodies pressed against each other, the friction igniting their need. Blake's hands roamed across Pyrrha's skin, her touch sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.
Pyrrha's hands slid around Blake's waist, gripping her ass and pulling her closer.
She needed more.
Pyrrha broke the kiss, her breathing ragged.
Blake licks a pass down her neck, nibbling lightly as she goes.
She takes a moment to tease her nipples before trailing kisses down her abs.
The faunus's tongue is hot and wet against her skin, leaving a trail of desire in its wake.
Blake's hand trails down her stomach, tracing over the ridges of her abs, a sly smirk on her face as she looks up at her.
"So toned.." She whispers, her voice dripping with lust.
Her plump lips gently kiss each abs, and a moan escapes Pyrrha's lips.
Blake continues her journey upward, planting a trail of kisses along Pyrrha's muscular torso, lingering on her neck and collarbone.
She nibbles at the tender skin, drawing another gasp from Pyrrha.
Pyrrha bites her lower lip as she watches her best friend lick a line up the side of her neck, the heat from her body pressing against hers.
"I can't wait any longer," Blake murmurs, her voice thick with desire.
"You're in for a treat," Blake said with a playful wink as she straddled one of Pyrrha's legs. With her knees on either side of Pyrrha's right thigh, the faunus slowly and sensually rubbed her aching pussy against the hard muscle. The friction between their bodies sent waves of pleasure coursing through Blake's body, making her toes curl and her breath hitch. She moaned softly, savoring the delicious sensation as she pressed herself harder against Pyrrha's leg.
"Oh my God, Blake," Pyrrha gasped, her eyes wide as she watched the seductive display before her.
The room was filled with a palpable heat, radiating from Blake's body as she moved against Pyrrha's leg. The scent of arousal hung thick in the air, driving Pyrrha's own desires wild.
Blake's movements were fluid and sensuous, her body seemingly made of fire as she ground against Pyrrha. With each passing moment, her breaths became more labored, the need for release building within her.
As the pleasure coursed through her body, she couldn't help but throw her head back, letting out a primal moan that echoed through the room. Her juices flowed freely, coating Pyrrha's thigh as she writhed in ecstasy.
"God, you're so wet," Pyrrha growled, her own need rising at the sight and sound of her lover's intense pleasure.
"Only for you," Blake murmured, her eyes locked on her friend's as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming sensations.
"You make me so wet," she continued, her hips rocking against Pyrrha's leg with increasing urgency, their bodies becoming one in a dance of desire and passion.
Pyrrha's eyes were drawn to Blake's movements, her body swaying and arching in a tantalizing rhythm. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, adding to the sensual scene before Pyrrha. With each delicate touch against her own thigh, Blake's moans grew louder and more urgent. But it was not just the sound that captivated Pyrrha, it was the raw desire and uninhibited pleasure emanating from Blake's entire being. A sly smirk played across Blake's lips as she reveled in the effect she had on Pyrrha, who could feel her own arousal building with every passing second. This was by far the sexiest thing Pyrrha had ever seen, and she found herself unable to look away, completely mesmerized by the sight before her.
Blake's moans filled the room, her body writhing and grinding against Pyrrha's thigh. The pressure and friction sent waves of pleasure through her, building with each movement.
Pyrrha's own body was on fire, the throbbing ache from her cock almost unbearable as she watched Blake pleasuring herself with such passion and abandon. Every curve and muscle of her best friend was a beautiful sight to behold, driving Pyrrha wild with desire.
"God, Blake," she groaned, unable to resist reaching out and running her fingers over Blake's smooth skin.
The intensity between them was electric, the air thick with arousal as they both gave into their desires.
Blake let out a low, sensual purr as she fixed her dark, desire-filled gaze upon Pyrrha. The air between them was charged with electricity, the heat of their bodies growing with each passing moment. Pyrrha could feel the warmth of Blake's juices tracing down her leg, adding to the intense sensation of being completely lost in their passion.
With every movement, Blake grew more frenzied, her breath coming out in short gasps as she chased after her release. Each touch and caress from Pyrrha only fueled her desire even further, until they were both consumed by the raw intensity of their connection.
In the midst of their passionate embrace, Blake's moans grew louder and more urgent as she approached the peak of pleasure. Her body trembled with desire, her hips moving with increasing intensity under Pyrrha's skilled hands. Pyrrha gripped Blake's shapely ass, guiding her movements and adding to the throbbing sensation building between them. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, each touch sending sparks of electricity through their bodies.
"Come for me," Pyrrha urged, her own need growing with every second.
A guttural exclamation tore from Blake's lips, her entire body tensing and then melting into bliss as her orgasm crashed through her. Electric pulses of pleasure surged through every nerve in her body, causing her to cling tightly to Pyrrha. Her nails dug into the muscles of Pyrrha's shoulders as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations. The world fell away and all that existed was the intense connection between them and the fiery release coursing through her veins.
Her thighs tightened around Pyrrha's as the aftershocks rippled through her, her pussy clenching and releasing around the hard muscle.
She was breathtaking.
"My turn," Pyrrha growled, unable to wait any longer.
With a deft movement, she rolled them over, pinning Blake to the ground.
The faunus's breath hitched, a flash of desire crossing her face as Pyrrha's strong grip held her in place.
"Mmm, so commanding," Blake teased, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"You like it," Pyrrha replied, a smirk on her face.
Blake's eyes glinted mischievously, and her smile widened.
"Maybe," she said coyly, her hand sliding up Pyrrha's thigh to grasp her now erect member.
"Or maybe not," she said with a wink, her grip tightening around the base of Pyrrha's cock.
Pyrrha's eyes closed and her hips thrust forward, her body desperate for more.
"That's what I thought," Blake purred, her fingers slowly stroking the length of her shaft.
Pyrrha's head dropped to Blake's shoulder, a groan escaping her lips.
"You're going to drive me crazy," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
"You like it," Blake replied, her voice filled with amusement.
Pyrrha looked up at her friend, her gaze meeting Blake's, and for a moment, the world stood still.
"I do," Pyrrha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Good," Blake replied, her smile widening.
She leaned forward, her lips hovering inches away from Pyrrha's, her breath hot and tantalizing.
"Now, fuck me," she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
Pyrrha's lips crashed into hers, her kiss hungry and demanding.
Blake's fingers dug into the flesh of Pyrrha's buttock, encouraging her friend to continue.
With a low, guttural moan, Pyrrha couldn't resist any longer and pressed her throbbing cock against the slick entrance of Blake's eager body. The heat and tightness of her partner's desire welcomed her in, as if they were made for each other.
Blake let out a sharp gasp, her hips instinctively bucking forward, desperate for more of Pyrrha's touch.
Without hesitation, Pyrrha drove her thick member deep into Blake's core, feeling her walls stretch and quiver around her. It was like coming home, being completely enveloped by their intense connection and mutual pleasure.
The faunus threw her head back, a primal cry escaping her lips as she was finally filled by Pyrrha's pulsing cock. Every inch of her body burned with desire and pleasure, her hips rising to meet Pyrrha's thrusts. Blake's moans echoed through the room, her body arching in ecstasy as they moved together in perfect rhythm. The air was thick with the scents of sweat and arousal, their breaths coming in short gasps. In that moment, there was nothing but the overwhelming sensation of their bodies intertwined, lost in the throes of passion.
With a fluid grace, Pyrrha began to move her hips in a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of Blake's tight pussy. The slick, wet walls of Blake's sex glided against Pyrrha's thick cock, creating a symphony of moans and gasps. Blake's eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure overwhelmed her senses, her nails digging into Pyrrha's back as she arched against her lover. The heat between their bodies rose with each thrust, driving them both towards the pinnacle of ecstasy.
With a deep, guttural grunt, Pyrrha's body moved in effortless harmony with Blake's. Every motion was met with an equal and opposite reaction, their limbs entwined in a passionate dance. As they moved together, Blake could feel herself being stretched and filled to the brink, her body eagerly accepting the powerful intrusion. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and desire that left her wanting more with each passing moment.
Blake's breath quickened, her heartbeat thumping in her chest.
"Faster" she gasped, her hips rising to meet Pyrrha's every movement, her voice raspy and full of need.
Pyrrha obliged, her thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. Her muscular frame was a blur of motion, her body glistening with sweat as she drove herself deeper into Blake's welcoming body. With every powerful stroke, Blake's body shuddered with pleasure, her walls quivering around Pyrrha's throbbing cock. The pressure and friction were delicious, the tension in her body mounting with every moment.
"Yes.. Just like that," Blake moaned, her voice low and breathy.
Pyrrha couldn't help but be captivated by her Blake, the sight of her naked body writhing beneath her, the scent of her arousal, the feel of her warm, wet sex wrapped around her hard cock. She was in heaven.
The heat of their bodies radiated around them, the air thick with their combined arousal.
Blake moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
Every movement, every sound, every touch was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
Her body trembled with ecstasy, the waves of pleasure building inside her with each powerful thrust of Pyrrha's.
She had never felt anything like it.
She knew she wasn't going to last long.
The pressure was building in her core, her muscles tensing.
She was close.
So close.
She wanted more.
Pyrrha let out a low growl as her thrusts became faster and more urgent, her cock pounding into Blake's dripping pussy with a primal ferocity. Blake's nails raked across her back, her legs wrapped around Pyrrha's waist, pulling her closer. The heat between them was unbearable, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They were both on the verge of release, their bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm as they chased after their release.
Pyrrha felt her Blake's walls tightening around her, the muscles of her core pulsing and squeezing her throbbing cock. The pleasure was building inside her, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. She was teetering on the edge, her body tensing. With a guttural cry, Blake arched her back, her body spasming as she came undone. Pyrrha's name escaped her lips, her voice trembling and raw. The sheer intensity of her orgasm was enough to send Pyrrha over the edge, her hips bucking wildly as her cock pulsed and throbbed. Her mind went blank, her entire body shuddering as her release washed over her. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her spent and panting.
Blake's body went limp, her thick legs falling away from Pyrrha's waist and hitting the floor with a dull thud. The faunus's body was flushed with arousal, her skin glistening with sweat. A sly grin crossed her lips as she looked up at Pyrrha, who was still hovering over her, her eyes hazy with lust and desire.
"Mmm... That was amazing," Blake purred, her voice heavy with satisfaction.
"You're incredible," Pyrrha gasped, her breath ragged as she fought to regain her composure.
Blake reached up, running her fingers through Pyrrha's disheveled red hair and gently pulling her down for a kiss. Their lips met, soft and tender, a perfect juxtaposition to their earlier frantic lovemaking. As the kiss deepened, the passion and desire between them flared once more. Their tongues danced and entwined, their bodies pressed together, and their hands roamed each other's flesh. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
Their breathing was labored, their hearts pounding in their chests as they held each other, the aftermath of their passion still echoing through their bodies. They lay together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests, their bodies pressed together. Blake's hand found its way to Pyrrha's neck, her thumb brushing gently across her skin.
"I've wanted this for so long," Pyrrha whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
"Me too," Blake murmured, her eyes sparkling with adoration.
They shared a lingering look, their bodies still connected.
Pyrrha brushed a stray lock of hair behind Blake's ear, her fingers lingering on her soft skin.
"Thank you" she said softly.
Blake smiled and pressed her lips against Pyrrha's
"The pleasure is all mine", she said with a wink, her tone playful and her body filled with joy.
A blush appeared on the redhead's face as a wave of happiness coursed through her.
For the first time in a long while, she had been filled with a sense of true contentment.
It was a feeling she would hold onto for as long as she lived.
She had been lucky to have a friend like Blake and she hoped, no, she knew that this would not be their last intimate encounter.
Her heart and her mind had always been drawn to the dark-haired faunus lying next to her, and she felt that nothing could change that.
Nothing could pull them apart.
As they lay there, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating in unison, they knew that they were home.
They were safe.
They were together.
And they would never be apart again.
End