Label Play - (Orientation Play Mini-Archive)

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AN: So, same rules as other mini-archives, but this time we are dealing with 'Lesbians discover Dicks'/Orientation Play. This is not meant to be taken as a political statement or anything, but a fetish involving girls that may need some extra spice in their relationships or if their yuri pairing didn't go as intended. Cheating/NTR is tolerated within the notion of 'the other partner is abusive or neglectful', so you have been warned. And we start with someone that definitely needs a cuddler.

Episode: 'Remnant's Dilemmas: The Chameleon's Second Thoughts (1)' (Ilia Amitola/RWBY)

Many years ago, if someone asked Ilia Amitola if she was gay for Blake Belladonna, the response would be a bunch of stuttering, full-body blush, and a snarl from a rather angsty closet lesbian.

The truth of the matter was an open secret for those that knew Ilia personally. She may be loyal, efficient, good-hearted, but outrageously uneasy over letting out her personal feelings.

She was, after all, a girl with a troubled childhood and one with limited outlets to express herself.

Her parents' passing had influenced that, and the radicalization of the White Fang had turned Ilia in a very jaded individual. It got so bad that she almost hurt Blake because the cat Faunus took the opposing side to the Fang and... she had been right all along.

Perhaps Ilia's own disdain was born from the idea that she was dating that monkey bastard. It was only after the fiasco was solved she learned that Sun was actually into guys and... Blake was into girls.

This should have been good news - she had a shot. She could actually date Blake or... maybe not. Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

Defeatism wasn't part of Ilia's repertoire, but she had been humbled after that whole mess in Menagerie. And she had been made aware that Blake was already looking at someone with cute eyes.

If someone asked the Chameleon Faunus if she wanted to fight Yang Xiao Long for Blake's heart- that's not happening. Experienced or not, Ilia was not a dumbass. Yang was a muscular behemoth that was born to smack hoes left and right.

And while she reputed herself highly, she would pass as a 'hoe' if she simped any harder for the 'Bellabooty'.

Years went by, Salem got defeated, peace came to Remnant and... Ilia was still single. And a virgin. The combo was painful on a social level as Blake and Yang tied the knot and so did several other friends she made through these two.

They were all settling down, having their own families. All but Ilia.

Not for a lack of trying. That has to be mentioned, but the issue of not finding the 'right one' was centering over a very infuriating discovery she made over the dates: she didn't like any girl to be closer than friends.

She had found so many lovely people, but none struck her as the ones she wished to live the rest of her life with or, at least, take the path of experimentation with.

After all, Lesbian she may be, but Ilia never did anything really telling of this. She loved Blake, she had lusted for her, but she hardly made a move on those feelings. And those few times were feeble, meek, lacking steam, and, worst of all, filled with uncertainty.

In the end, she broke the news to Kali Belladonna. The wife of the current chieftain had some experience on love, and she was also a mother for Ilia. So, when she looked for advice, the old cat had one thing to say.

"Maybe you are not truly sold to only girls. Maybe you like guys too. After all, it's possible you are just interested in a specific type of person."

That sounded ridiculous, and Ilia would have rejected that notion had this been told to her much earlier on her life. But after going through several fails, it felt like it was something to try out.

Instead of just girls, she looked for boys... dark-haired, bookish personality (geeky even), and perhaps the kind of person that wasn't 'inspited to put themselves in danger'.

It felt selfish to add that last one, but it felt like a necessity.

One thing that she had felt uneasy to accept was how Blake was keen to jump in harm's way for her friends, something noble but that would destroy her if it eventually hurt or killed her.

So, she looked for non-Huntsmen and... she found the one. In a single date after setting up those standards.

Jake had short unruly black hair, he had brown eyes, no beard or stache, but generally appeared to be quite the shy but reliable person. To someone like Ilia, he was an anomaly.

She always thought boys to be too noisy, or too wimpy. But Jake was... neither of those things. He actually paid for their restaurant's bills, he made a good effort to keep the talk alive, and even offered to drive her at her place while she stayed over in Vale.

The first date was a tentative success, the second one was an improvement, and by the third date Ilia was kind of understanding why many girls in Menagerie were so happy to bring up their first kisses back when they were all young.

For the first time in a while, Ilia felt tiny. Jake was not towering over her, but he was taller and the way he offered her a kiss, as polite and tender as it could get, she still felt like she was going through a big step.

But... she didn't hesitate. One kiss, that was the first real test and...

She liked it.

First time? Tame. Second time? They did it for longer. Third and other times? She had reached out with her long tongue. She had thought it would have wrecked her chances to employ her long tongue, a trait from her chameleon nature, but Jake was flushed, aroused, and ready to experiment for that.

To her credit, Ilia felt very curious too on what tricks she could do with her tongue during kisses.

First came the kisses, but the next steps of intimacy didn't hesitate to come into play. By her own desire.

Ilia had skipped on so much, and she wasn't unfamiliar with masturbation. So, when Jake started to be more open to have her around, they visited each other's flats, and cuddling became an option she grew to adore during nighttime, Ilia decided it was time to move things up a notch.

So, here she was. Ass up, head down on the bed, very nude and with a very bold request for her boyfriend.

"L-Lick me."

It wasn't something coming out of nowhere.

They had been discussing about sex. On how they would behave if one was the dominant partner to the other. And Ilia had claimed she was definitely the one holding the pants.

As she saw Jake's face lean closer to her exposed ass, nose near her anus as his tongue brazenly lapped over her virgin snatch, her resolve faltered a bit.

A moan left her tired lips, her face smacked on the pillows below as her legs bucked after that soft care. Jake was tender, but the jolts of pleasure, unusually higher than what mere fingers could grant Ilia, made her weak by her lower body.

She was tasted, loved, and then made to squirt upon the face of her lover.

He could have done much more if he had forced it onto her. Her mind, blissfully stripped of common sense for a time, desired more of that unexpected toe-curling pleasure.

In the end, however, Jake allowed her to find rest after making her squirt some more. She appreciated it, yet wondering if she should have returned the favor.

Ilia did so a few days later. He was sitting on the bed, and her unease doubled her usual clumsiness as she fidgeted over his belt and pants.

A hint of worry crossed her freckled face, leaving her stunned and unsure for a time before... she saw his penis.

Having been cursed with dealing with mixed showers for years when still within the White Fang, Ilia was familiar with dicks. Some were small and well-treated, other were outrageously huge and filthy... Jake was a clean one, but far from tiny.

Not the biggest, but Ilia knew better than ask for bigger than what she got.

Jake was perfect-sized as to not ruin her when it would come down to sex. He was big, but not too big. And it made Ilia wonder more and more.

Still, that wasn't part of the plan as of that day. The Chameleon Faunus took a whiff of the cock, dismayed by the layer of sweat that was on it, but finding the oddly alluring bitter scent enough of a reason to go on.

Her tongue dared to lap over its length, starting from the middle, going low for a time and then working its way up to the cockhead.

Some precum stained her tongue, she gulped it unconsciously, and while she had nothing to say about the taste, she still went on to plant her lips over the tip.

She took him in her mouth slowly, looking up at his face as it contorted with a degree of pleasure that made her wet between her legs. She hardly thought of doing this for the sake of her own pleasure, but to see her Jake look so happy made her warm up.

After all, the young man told her how he had done that cunnilingus because he wished to hear her happy and... right now, she could understand his role in reverse. She wanted him to be happy, and the way he showed this pleasure further enabled her to suck him up some more.

Her pace grew faster and, admittedly, she found it fun to use her tongue to wrap it around his shaft and double-pump him in that fellatio. Jake was squirming in bliss, leaving her amused and aroused and then-

He came into her mouth.

She would have pulled away at that point, the last vestige of lesbianhood aghast over the sickening taste of his cum, but the semen wasn't too terrible for her to deliver one last 'surprise'.

She didn't spill any. Ilia refused, out of commitment, to let that happen. She sucked him up, she drank his jizz, and then, after pulling away, showed him that her mouth was now devoid of creamy cum.

He looked very pleased and in turn made her tingly between her legs.

This then led to the ensuing few hours of 'pleasing each other'. 69 sounded a bit of a crazy dream turning true, especially when the feeling of her cunt getting slobbered over while she sloppied over a cock just wrecked her mind and body.

She was exhausted within two hours and Jake cuddled up with her. They were nude, happy, and in need of resting.

That was the current status quo of their relationship when something came up: Kali wanted to invite her over and wished to 'know the lucky one rather than keep to just hear her scroll messages'. So, they had been invited over to what amounted to 'a visit to her step-parents'.

Jake was intrigued, and reasonably worried as he knew how Ghira Belladonna looked like. But while Ilia thought he had all the good reasons to be a bit uneasy over that dinner... she wasn't aware she too should be concerned.

After all, Blake and Yang had been invited too and Kali had not told her about that.

AN

So, it may be possible Ilia is actually Blake-sexual rather than a lesbian.