A/N: Hello. So, for those of you who searched for 'Library of Ruina Smut' or 'RWBY Smut' or anything else, I welcome you! This is a sort of 'What-if' scenario of another fic I write, with the characters in here. If you like this one, do check it out. It's called The Huntsmen and the Librarians. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Now, for those of you who already read The Huntsmen and the Librarians... Uh... Erm... Sorry, not sorry? I wanted to write this for a while now. Maybe it would be better to throw it in there right after Blake's fight with Bemaia. Maybe... Oh well. Better late than never I suppose.

Disclaimer! This is a character-driven thing, and it's a bit humorous. If you're expecting straight-up porn, you will not find it here. Though, I still hope you'll enjoy it regardless.

Disclaimer 2.0! I wrote the first disclaimer before writing it! I lied! This is just shameless smut!


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Just like that Bemaia turned off the scroll, he wouldn't be bothered by it any longer! "Sorry about that. Though... You probably heard it all, didn't you."

Blake nodded, it was dark, he could still see worry in her complexion. "What happened to Weiss?" She asked, just to make sure she heard it correctly the first time.

Bemaia shrugged. "Her father called me and said Weiss' been kidnapped. I doubt it though... She's with Francis and the rest of her team, and Francis managed to answer the scroll, so he's fine..." Bemaia sighed. "Probably just a really good scam."

Blake yawned. "Yeah... Probably." She rested her head atop the librarian once more. "They'll be fine..." Her voice trailed away as she put her weight atop him, a smug grin creeping up on her face.

"Get up," Bemaia commanded, uncaring for the girl's shenanigans. "I can't be sleeping with a fellow student. Ozpin will chew me up if he finds out." He spoke, trying his best to get up from his position, failing too.

It was then that he noticed distinct panting noises originating from the cat lying atop him. She moved weirdly against him.

When he shifted, Blake's breathing hitched.

"What's your angle?! Wait... Are you seriously-" Bemaia froze mid-sentence, eyes narrowing. "Are you humping my leg right now?" His voice cracked somewhere between disbelief and frustration.

And indeed she was. He could feel it too, very much so. He could see her straddling his right leg, moving her hips sensually against his thigh, all while holding him down with her whole body.

"What the hell is wrong with you? We just-" He cut himself off. There was no point. She wasn't stopping. A direct, more physical response is in order.

"Fucker." he grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to push her off. It didn't work. "Do not fucking do that." He warned, using all his strength but failing.

He can feel a wet spot on his right thigh, seeping through his pants, and originating from the thing humping his leg. "This is getting ridiculous." He shoved at her jaw, her forehead, her collarbone, anything to break the trance. But she only leaned closer.

Her breath hit his skin, warm and shallow. "Blake, c'mon. I've had a long fuckin' day..." Although angry, a warm sensation did wash over his face turning it somewhat red.

His pleas went either unheard or ignored, as Blake's hands gripped Bemaia's forearms, pulling them atop his head. With wide eyes, a thought crossed his mind.

'Is... Is she in heat?' It's a bit racist to imagine that Faunus could go into heat, the fact that he had yet to even hear about Faunus going into heat too serves as proof against that. Yet, it's not a complete leap in logic to believe that a person with animalistic traits may go into periodic moments of heat. Like an animal would.

Is this such a case?

Words of the past echoed in his mind.

'I mean... I won't tell them... Will you?' Blake said that when he asked if he should enter team RWBY's Room.

Was this a set-up?

Another set of words surfaced in his recent memory.

'Just sit down, Bemaia. You're not going to burst into flames if you stop pretending you hate company for five minutes.' Yet another piece of deception covered by a veil of innocence, intended to put him in this very bed, right beneath her.

"Manipulative little-" He cut himself.

Bemaia felt like he was getting washed up. Back in the City, he'd deflect attempts to take advantage of him like this left and right with relative ease. Look at him now, pinned down to a bed. C4TCH would laugh at him.

Some would envy him, he who was in such an advantageous position.

Unfortunately for Blake, who has yet to say a word, Bemaia doesn't look at all to be enthralled by her attempts at seduction. Instead, he looked almost enraged.

The eyes of his wings glew brightly a golden hue, staring at Blake. Upon feeling the grip on his arms grow weaker, he knew it was the moment to act.

With a push and a pull, the hands that kept him in bondage failed to find purchase, and then, in a blur of movement, he flipped the tables on his assailer, now finding himself atop the beast.

She gasped softly, either surprised or excited. Maybe both.

Blake, for her part, wore that smirk, the one that said she'd planned this, leaving Bemaia somewhat confused as to why she'd hold her own tongue now.

So, his brain was forced to process things as they really were.

Let's start from the top;

His white buttoned-up shirt had been already unbuttoned by Blake while he was stuck dwelling in his own self-loathing. A window to his flat chest opened in the form of cleavage. A few scars were visible too.

Yet, that wasn't where Blake had been staring at.

Speaking of, the cat Faunus had long since abandoned her ever-present bow, so two black cat-ears stood at attention. Her shirt too had been removed whilst Bemaia was distracted. His widened eyes threatened to fall out once their gaze fell on the barely contained mounds of flesh that her shirt once concealed.

Black fabric strained against pale skin as a flowery pattern of her bra threatened to rip at the slightest of movements, clinging to her breasts.

She's wearing lingerie.

Yet another proof of her deceit-

Her pale, soft belly quickly rose in his priority list of attention. He had to actively hold himself back to not grab her waist.

Looking up, his eyes caught her face. Her lips were slightly open while shining against the yellow light of his wing. A pinkish blush covered her cheeks right beneath two glowing amber orbs that stared not at him, but downward.

Curiosity taking the better of him, he followed her gaze, only for that path to lead directly into his pants. Rather, it leads to the hard thing between his legs, pointing upwards, and demanding freedom from its shackles.

A second passes.

"Ha..." Bemaia let out a tired sigh. He really didn't want to do this, not tonight at least. Yet his body betrayed his will's and won't's, dancing to the tune set by the cat girl.

A smirk spread across her face, much to Bemaia's ire. "Is that what I think it is?~" Her voice left her lips carrying a poison most nefarious. It carries a blow to his pride as a man.

"You planned this," he growled. "You tricked me into staying here."

"Maybe," she whispered, breathless. "Maybe I just wanted you to stop running away."

That gave him pause. Just long enough to feel the weight of her eyes on his chest. On his face.

He sighed through his nose, exhaustion in every line of his posture. "I really didn't want this to happen tonight... I gotta be up tomorrow morning... But..."

Bemaia weighed his options. Run away and hide in his room? Out of the question, he couldn't leave Blake like this. Talking her out of it? Nope, she doesn't look like she can be reasoned with at the moment. Beating her face in? He already did that today, and no. Just no.

"Then leave."

It wasn't a challenge. It was soft. An invitation to back away. Her teasing was gone now. What she said next sealed it:

"But I don't want to be alone."

He stared at her. Something in his gut twisted. Anger, arousal, guilt, everything collided at once. But underneath it all was understanding.

Slowly, deliberately, he took off his shirt.

Although Blake did attempt a taunt, Bemaia was quick to shut her down. "I suggest you keep your comments to yourself. You're already in thin fucking ice." That seemed to prompt the exact opposite reaction to the one he had hoped to.

A wide, surprised grin opened on her face. "Is that so?" She taunted in a way that didn't fit her. Her goal was to exclusively poke at him. "What will you do if I don't?"

He did not answer, not to scorn her, but because he'd need every ounce of stamina in him very soon. Away his shirt went as he threw it somewhere he cared not, and the cat girl beneath him drank the sight of him.

His torso isn't anything special, not when Blake compared him to the likes of Sun who prided himself in his muscles. Yet she found herself preferring this sight. Scars of the most different sizes and sources looked like paintbrush strokes. Not too much muscle, but just enough to know he's fit.

Yet, there was a scar that stood out amongst the other ones. A slash, that began at the bottom left part of his belly and went all the way up to the top right part of his chest. The one he got after the fight against Adam.

Her hand reaches out to touch him, but Bemaia is quick to intercept her hand halfway in.

Intent to keep things rolling forward, Bemaia scoops her into him. "Let's see what we're working with..." He muttered, reaching both of his hands behind her back.

Her breath hitches at the sudden movement.

"Got a size smaller?" Bemaia asked as he fumbled a bit when attempting to break her breasts free.

Blake in turn let out a low chuckle. "Are you calling me fat?" She asked as she traced her hands across the scars on his back.

With a loud exhale. Still fumbling with the fucking bra, Bemaia corrects himself. "No. What I meant to say is that your breasts are too big for your bra." He put it bluntly.

Now, Blake didn't really chuckle, instead, she blushed slightly. "Well... I did get this set some time ago..." She shoved her face between the crack of his neck. Her breath sends chills up his spine.

"Hrm..." He grumbled something unintelligible. "I like it." The moment he says it, he figures out how to open the bra. By grabbing it down the middle with a hand on each side, after putting in some small effort to put strength yet not enough to rip the thing apart, forcing each side down the middle, the thing finally opened.

When the pressure around her chest was suddenly gone, Blake pressed her body against his.

"What's this? Getting shy now?" Bemaia taunted. "Now that I turned on you, you suddenly get cold feet?" His voice trembled, struggling to keep calm, yet he did to push her away. He could feel her heart beating in his chest.

"I won't lie. I've been following instincts until now..." Blake admits, blushing heavily.

This struck Bemaia completely out of left field. "You've never...?"

Her breathing came out ragged, full of effort, fortunately, that question seemed to get her head back in the game. "I have... Is that a problem?"

He sighed. "No-Never... It's just... You're acting like..." He stopped himself. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter.

A shiver ran down his spine, like a thousand ants crawling over his skin. He hadn't noticed it before due to his sheer indignation, but now, he's grown acutely aware of Blake's touch on him.

To the idle patterns, her fingers traced on his back, the way her breath made his skin crawl; to the softness of her breasts melting into his chest, and the firm pressure of the very tip of her nipples pressed against his chest.

Normally, he'd just blurt out a 'Don't touch me.' as he usually does when anyone under any circumstance does so, yet this time he didn't feel like saying it.

He bit his lip, fighting against the urge to reel away from another's touch.

Bemaia's breath hitches as Blake pulls him down to the bed below alongside her. At that moment, a pang of sadness hits his heart as the soft pillowy mounds of flesh are no longer pressed against him, luckily, that sadness is short-lived, for his eyes feast on them.

!Stressed

Still holding on to his sense of self, Bemaia sent a hand to cup her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek. There wasn't even enough time for him to look at her eyes before her hand grasped his hair and pulled him close.

With his eyes as wide as can be, Bemaia felt the smooth surface of her lips crashing against his dry ones. Her's, urging his to split open. There was little he could do but comply with her mouth's greedy demands.

Tongue soon met tongue.

!Nervous

Bemaia shut his eyes, choosing to focus exclusively on the feeling of their bodies rubbing against one another.

Blake on the other hand was having the time of her life, greedily pressing his body against hers, sucking on his lower lip, leaning in further, more aggressively.

Without even thinking, she had already removed the damp piece of clothing that still covered her nether regions, prompting a shiver to run down her spine as the coldness of the late autumn night clashed with her boiling-hot body.

In her mind, Bemaia should have already given in, yet he is barely moving, he's not touching her in any way, and instead is holding himself from collapsing atop of her using the bed frame as a crutch.

That is very infuriating.

Breaking the kiss after what felt like minutes, Blake shot Bemaia a needy glare. "Aren't you gonna...?" The implication is more than obvious, so much so that even Bemaia should understand.

The proverbial coin is flipped as cogs turn inside of Bemaia's head.

!Relaxed

It landed on heads.

Understanding the assignment, Bemaia dove into her neck without a single word being uttered, tasting the supple flesh of her neck. His hands pushed her arms up and held them atop her head.

"O-Oh..."

Now, that's what Blake wanted to happen from the get-go. Apparently, all Bemaia needed was something to kickstart his engine.

Blake felt a kiss on her neck, making her recoil as her heartbeat increased. Then another. And another. His mouth moved southward with every kiss. A surprised yet pleasureful gasp escaped her mouth.

His left hand kept her arms held tight, and his right hand gently cupped the base of her left breast. He refused to put any more strength on his grip, too afraid of hurting her.

What he wasn't afraid to do was to continue his trail of kisses south. Blake shuddered at the touch of his rough lips kissing her collar.

In no time, Bemaia found himself smothered between her breasts. He took his time moving on from that position. Taking a deep breath in there proved to be difficult, yet rewarding. Perfume mixed with sweat. He can't quite tell the smell he's internalizing, but he breathes deep regardless.

Her arms struggled against his grip, but he did not relent. A deep blush marked her face. "What are you doing?" She wanted him to keep going down. "Why did you stop?" Her thighs keep rubbing against one another, yet he keeps on ignoring the source of her problems between them.

"..."

Blake felt only the vibrations in her chest alongside the muffled noises of what she thought to be a full and understandable sentence. Yet, once he looked up at her, all Blake could do was scoff at his dumb face.

"Hrm... Boob soft." He spoke, looking at her, wearing a blissful expression.

"I know that," Blake said, indignant.

"Pillow." He muttered, before burying his face between them again, his right hand softly clenching around the base of her breast. She looked to the side, incredulous at Bemaia's antics, stifling a laugh.

After a few moments, it was time to move on.

Letting go of her breast, and her hands, Bemaia found his hands trailing the sides of her slim belly, his face parting away from her chest. Now Blake has her undivided attention to him once again.

Now that he's this close to her body, a thought surfaced in his mind. How is she athletic, yet not muscular?

To test his theory, Bemaia continued his trail of kisses, making sure to move over her abdomen. His lips made contact with the skin. There is a hardness beneath the soft pale skin, yet nowhere near what she is supposed to have with how strong she is.

"Strange..." He tested his theory again.

This time there was a reaction. A twitch. A trepidation of the muscle. Yet no mass was found.

Downward he went once more. His head had moved past her abdomen.

In his mind, he'd soon reach an article of clothing, that's where he wanted to stop his trail. Yet, with each kiss he placed, more and more amiss things grew. Surely, he had to have reached cloth by now... In fact, it feels like his lips already moved past Blake's waist...

A hand clutched his hair once again.

His eyes widened.

His wing's eyes opened.

A salty taste, not unlike the taste of sweat, filled his mouth.

"Fucking finally!" Bemaia heard Blake yell.

In between his lips laid a vertical pair of lips. He tried to comment on the taste but found himself unable to pull away. The hand of the beast kept his head right where it wanted to be.

There is no room for discussion.

Bemaia takes a deep breath, parts his mouth open, and sucks the upper section of her labia. This forces a loud moan out of Blake's mouth. Without skipping a beat, Bemaia brings forth his right hand, the digit of his index rubs the moist flesh jut out of his sight, intent to lubricate it,

Blake's hips pushed against his face, but he didn't let that bother him. Tired of just sucking, he put his tongue to pull its weight. Digging, burrowing beneath the sensitive folds of her labia, until he found a little nub. That would be the ideal target of his tongue's ire.

Now properly lubricated, her slowly, gently pushed his digit inside the hot, fluttering cavity. Blake's grip on his finger was too great, she needed a moment to relax and get used to the intrusion.

After a few moments, Bemaia began his digging. First, he explored the battlefield and got a clear picture of it all. Once that was out of the way, he began his pursuit of Blake's weak spots.

A momentary lapse in his attention made his eyes look up at her face. Bright amber eyes stared back at him, needy and full of pleasure. He couldn't hear much in terms of reactions, as her thighs blocked his ears.

Yet, Bemaia feels a sense of pride in himself, knowing he's the one making Blake act this way.

Hearing his own heart in his ears, Bemaia felt daring. Another finger slipped inside easily. There as almost no need to stretch her out, considering how easily she took his fingers in.

Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain on his scalp. He can feel his fingers being crushed under the weight of her pussy clenching round them.

Her hips couldn't stop shaking, yet he did not stop sucking and playing with her little nub.

Her legs closed in on his head. It grew increasingly more difficult to breathe, yet he didn't care. Although muffled by the thickness of her thighs pressing against the sides of his head, Bemaia could still hear the howling escaping Blake's mouth.

Eventually, her legs grew weak, and the hold on his hair loosened. Bemaia pulled away slowly, licking his lips clean. "You good there Blake?" He asked with a smirk in his face. "You talk a lotta shit for someone who cums this easily."

Though panting, Bemaia stands tall, prideful in himself. He stands there for a moment, admiring his handiwork. Blake's naked body lay on Weiss' bed atop wet and messy blankets. Her legs were wide open, shaking ever so often, and her hand lazily rested atop her eyes.

With a satisfied sigh, Bemaia knew he needed to get himself ready for the main course. He pulled his pants down and placed them away. Then, he started to pull down his underwear but stopped himself halfway through. Why? He had a thought.

'Preservatives...'

A responsible thought, yet one he could do almost nothing about. Although slim, Bemaia still held on to the hope of maybe there existing a condom in his wallet. Fetching his pants, he pushed his hands into the pockets, yet found nothing. "Did I forget my wallet? Shit..."

He pulled his underwear back up, intent on returning to his room to maybe find some there... Yet he made the biggest mistake he could have done tonight. Turn his back on Blake.

A hand sneaked its way around his waist, slipping beneath his underwear, stopping only when it was around the base of his cock. "Bemaia~" He shuddered at the whispering voice in his ear. "Where are you going?"

A lump caught inside his throat prevented him from speaking. He swallowed dry. "I... Uh... Y'know..." He was at a loss for words. It grew increasingly more difficult when the hand gripping his cock had a finger's tip press against the very tip of his dick.

"Why don't we go back to bed... Hm?" That wasn't a question. When he hesitated, her grip tightened.

"Okay, okay! I get it!" Bemaia blurted out. "I'm just worried about a condom!" He said, his hand gripping her arm, yet he did not put any weight to neither push nor pull it away.

"Oh..." It felt like Blake was suddenly hit by the hammer of morality, pulling her back to reality. "Uh... Shit..." She mouthed, crawling out of the bed, and into the floor. She reaches beneath her bed for a small chest.

Bemaia can only look as the girl struggles with the box, her legs still assailed by trepidations. He smirked an idea most ingenious popping in his mind.

After finally being able to open the damn box, Blake feels a sudden, sharp pain on her left ass cheek. A loud slap echoes in the dorm room. "Eeek!" A sound cutely unintelligible escaped Blake's lips. "Hey!" She looks back a the man, with a betrayed look on her face.

The culprit smiled. "What?" His hand was still holding her ass cheek. "I'm innocent!" He defended himself, giving her a fair squeeze. To further prove his innocence home, Blake didn't even try to take his hand off of her, instead, she moved to fetch something from inside the chest.

It's rather obvious what she's about to produce from that box, and ideally, when she turns to him, he should already be naked. If she manages to find a condom in the first place. Not wasting any time, Bemaia quickly pulled his underwear off, It was starting to hurt keeping it on anyway.

But then... Once she turns around... He can't be just sitting there butt-naked! No! He needed something else entirely, so he put his mind to work in that few seconds he still had. 'What were those magazines Lily had in her room again?' Still, he sought answers in his mind palace.

A pose came to mind. A naked man lying seductively holding his head with a hand over a bed of flowers. No, That's way too embarrassing. What he needed was something else, something more direct, and something that wouldn't kill his image in Blake's mind.

So, with little time left, his body moved without his consent. Crawling over to her side, Bemaia's hands chased her arms into the box, resting his chest atop her back. With a silent grunt, He pulled the box onto the bed. "Let's see what do we have here..."

Blake blushed heavily as she was pulled up with the box. She shifted in place, to sit up the bed and rest her back against his chest, allowing Bemaia a clear view of the box from over her shoulder.

"Wait a sec..." Bemaia observed the box's contents. Paper sheets, Dust vials... Books? "Why would there be..." Then Blake moved her hand to the book and opened it. A smaller box shaped like a book. Inside, a condom. Singular. Among other things, Bemaia knew if he brought up he'd have a few missing teeth in the morning.

Looking from over her shoulder, Bemaia observed the Faunus girl ripping the plastic layer open, and grabbing the thin rubber in her fingers. He swallowed loudly.

Blake looked over her shoulder, staring at him in silence. Bemaia too couldn't speak a word. Each looked at the other, wordlessly. A moment passed, and Bemaia broke the silence. "Let's get to it then." Blake could only nod at that.

The Faunus turned to face the Librarian, rubber in hand. She leaned down, her left hand grasping his shaft. It is already moist considering how much it's leaking.

With the rubber in place, Bemaia took a deep breath, and slowly leaned his body against hers, lowering her slowly into the bedframe below, kissing her lips all the way until the back of her head was resting neatly on the pillow.

Letting her lips go, Bemaia's eyes widened. It is time to give Blake what she wants.

Guiding his dick with one hand, Bemaia positioned his tip against the Faunus' entrance.

With a deep breath, Bemaia pushed forward, the thin rubber parting her folds open for his cock. A low and drawn-out groan escaped Blake's mouth. Bemaia couldn't blame her, for he had to bite his lip in order to keep his cool.

He pushed his hips forward, slowly. The pain of five nails digging into his back, and five others digging into his wing, only served as fuel for his desire. Aura can fix any damage caused by that anyway.

Blake seems to be very sensitive considering how loudly she mewled, and that added with the way her legs trembled against his waist, it's all very- "Cute..." Bemaia spoke, pressing his hand on the mattress next to her head.

Testing out the waters, Bemaia began the slow yet methodical movement on his hips. In, and out.

Each time he pushed it in, Blake let a small moan escape.

It's nice, therapeutic even. Given the chance, he'd do this all day long. "Ha..." He exhales in satisfaction.

Still, even in such a position, Blake pulls his head forward with a hand, and with a low moan, she whispers something in his ears. "You can do better than that..."

!Nervous

Bemaia grits his teeth. "You're right." He says while adjusting his position to a more comfortable one. Right when he was beginning to enjoy it...

And so, he made up his mind. Fuck everything he felt like doing. Fuck how tired he felt. Fuck how his muscles burned. And more importantly, Fuck Blake.

Grabbing her by the face and pressing his thumb in her mouth, he suddenly pulled out of her. Her eyes widened, and her insides clenched around nothing. "Y'know... You've been giving me shit since earlier today." With his free hand, he pulls her leg up, giving him free access to her most private parts.

"It's only fair to let out some steam before bed." He spoke. With a quick thrust, Bemaia hilted himself inside of her, prompting her to bite his thumb. His Aura flared visibly around his hand, but he did not care.

In and out he went. No longer did he bother himself with being careful or gentle with the Faunus girl, no, Bemaia chose to treat her like the animal she was behaving like.

Letting go of her face, he takes a fistful of her hair and shoves her face into the pillow. The muffled sounds escaping her mouth were unintelligible, yet he did not let up with the thrusting of his hips.

The wet slaps of flesh against flesh echo inside the room. The occasional curse escaping Blake's mouth is music to his ears.

From having to teach her around the food stand to having to actually clean up after her, and eventually fighting her inside a flaming shed. Today is easily the worst day Bemaia has had in Remnant, and Blake is to blame for all of it.

With how she's moaning, there aren't a lot of people who'd call this 'punishment', but damn did it feel good to dish out on her. A firm slap strikes Blake's ass and this time there is no complaint, only the tightening of her pussy around him. This prompts a loud groan to escape Bemaia's lips, his rhythm faltering slightly.

'Maybe this feels too good.' Bemaia thinks to himself. 'No point in delaying the inevitable.' He picks up the pace, his thrusts growing faster, stronger, but more erratic.

His legs trembled more and more with each thrust, and her howls only got more wild.

Reaching the edge of his senses, Bemaia allowed himself to collapse atop Blake's frame, clenching his teeth and hands, he pumped his seed into the rubber. In the span of very few seconds, Bemaia calmed down, let go of her hair, a began resting on top of her.

The condom is full, and his cock is still hard inside of her. But his burning lungs sang a different tune.

"Ha... Ha..." He allowed himself to slip out from Blake's tight, wet pussy, collapsing on the bed, right next to her. "Now... That was something else..." His voice came out between pained gasps for air, yet he didn't seem at all distressed by that.

He closes his eyes. That was it. That's all he could do for now. "Tomorrow... You're done... Y'hear..." He spoke, trying to recuperate his breath.

'This is what happens when you fuck right after fighting a distortion... Holy shit everything hurts...' He thought to himself, almost falling asleep.

Suddenly, a hand grips his dick. "Huh?" And then the grip tightens. "AH-" Her mouth closes his own, his yell being blocked by Blake's passionate kiss.

Upon noticing him calming down Blake lets go of his mouth and member and wordlessly removes the condom from his dick. It's still very sensitive, so a startled yelp escapes Bemaia's throat. "Ha... Blake...?" He looked at her, and for a split second, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

He had no choice but to watch as Blake poured the contents of the used condom into her tongue, and once it had been depleted, she swallowed it. Not knowing how to process the scene before him, Bemaia froze in place.

A set of glowing golden eyes stared at him, cutting the darkness of the room. "We are not done..." Bemaia knew that wasn't a question.

She jumps atop of him with a quick movement that betrays her size and weight. Though he tried to grab her, her hands were quicker. She quickly immobilized his arms.

Leaning down into Bemaia's face, she whispered something Bemaia dreaded hearing. "We're out of condoms... Oh no..." She feigned despair while stroking his shaft. That dammed dick of his did not soften up in the slightest, instead, it looks even harder now.

He tried to object, but a lump was caught in his throat. He tried to break free from her grasp but lacked the strength to do so.

He could only watch as Blake lifted herself just high enough for her pussy to be aligned with the tip of his cock once again. This time, there is no rubber in the way.

The eyes on his wings flared with gold, yet that did little to decrease the strength of her grip. Power gain is being nullified, but she has no power gain to nullify in the first place.

Without warning, Blake drops her whole weight atop Bemaia. His vision blurs for a moment, and his hips buckle against the sudden soft, warm pressure around his still very sensitive member.

Ha, can feel every fold, every movement, hell he can even feel her heartbeat directly in his cock. And from the way she's still staying still, she too feels every vein and detail of his dick inside of her.

Only, she didn't seem like she is about to fucking cum again. "Blake... W-Wait a sec... Let's t-talk!" He stuttered out. "I'm in raw... W-wait a sec... Plea-"

That comment only fueled her with energy. She rose from her seat and dropped all of her weight on his lap once again. Air is pumped out of his lungs like a punch to the gut.

Bemaia clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and curled his toes, he did everything to not let go right then and there inside of her. He summoned all of his strength to free himself, but it was no use.

"Already done?" Blake taunted, and a hungry smirk crept up on her features. She knew he was close again. "You talk a lot for someone who cum this easily." She repeated what he had told him earlier.

His eyes widened as a worried, bitter laugh was let out. "Ha... That's... F-Funny... C-Can I go now...?"

The face Bemaia is making is something Blake will forever cherish. "What do you think?" She asked, lifting herself up once again, ready to hilt him inside of her once again.

He did not reply, instead he braced for impact. Which is, of course, a futile endeavor.

The moment her thighs crashed against his waist, she could already feel the slick hotness of his essence filling her.

"Fuck! Blake!" He yelled, shutting his eyes.

She could feel every twitch of his cock inside as he pumped inside. Hips buckled, as his Aura flared once again.

Then, a second later, she bounces on his lap again.

"Blake, Stop!" He groaned, drool escaping his lips.

"I'm..." She purred, bouncing on him once again, uncaring if he was sensitive or not. "Mm... Not... G-Gonna... Stop..." She moaned into his face as his legs tried desperately to move him away from her.

!Fear

His mind tried to go into overdrive, but it couldn't. Every second Bemaia tried to focus, Blake hilted his dick completely inside of herself. This drowned out every attempt at thinking rationally.

"Shit..." He tried to speak, but couldn't. As soon as a word escaped his mouth, his lips suddenly found themselves being sucked into what can barely pass as a kiss.

He wanted to focus. He wanted to hold out.

"Fuck!" Blake shouted at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as she did. "You're so much better than Adam!"

Does that mean Adam was a victim too?! That was all Bemaia could think in between bounces. "No-" He wanted to talk. "Wonder..." He choked out a word. "He's obsessed with-"

Blake threw herself on top of him, smothering him in between her breasts, successfully shutting Bemaia up. "That's enough out of you!" She said loudly, holding his face in place.

His thoughts could finally be formed. 'Still, this is good. Not only is my face between her breasts, but I can finally focus on not blowing inside of her. But how?!' His thoughts were already contaminated by her.

He tried to move his arms, but he could not. Not because she was holding them, but because they refused to. Why did they refuse to move? Was he actually going crazy?

Bemaia tried to pull away from her hug in order to take a deep breath, but couldn't so he breathed in as much as he could... Until he smelt a sweet, yet alluring scent. And... It smelled a lot like a certain abnormality, Melting Love.

"...!"

This smell confirms his theory. She really was in heat! And, if his biology knowledge acquired by watching animal documentaries late at night is to be believed, she's expelling pheromones! And those pheromones send males into heat too! And if that's the case, then that smell is that!

Bemaia gritted his teeth, using this time of calm to rest and breathe, even if that meant breathing in her scent. A plan was formed, though it binged on the idea that his dick would soften up after the next load.

In order to urge her to continue her bouncing, Bemaia began to move his hips up and down.

Blake opened her eyes, wide with surprise, then they quickly narrowed with satisfaction. "There!" She spoke, letting go of his face. "Right there!"

As alluring as her moans were, he needed to keep focused but his hips did not stop. 'Why don't they stop?!' He cursed internally, it just felt too fucking good.

To worsen his situation, Blake began to match his movements, she'd raise her hips every time he'd lower his, and slam it down whenever his hips would go up. "Fuck! Fuck!" She howled.

Yet Bemaia didn't look that distressed. "I'm close!" He shouted. And it showed too. His breath grew irregular. His muscles spasmed under her weight.

"Do it!" She blurted out. "Do it inside!"

Bemaia moaned loudly, yet he managed to hold on for but a moment. This microinstance, was just enough for Blake to lift herself off of him, and right then, right as she was about to slam back down into him, Bemaia managed to down his hips just enough for his dick to exit her pussy.

And then she fell into him.

A void took the place of his dick as she bounced on nothing. His insides clenched around nothing, yet her entrance slammed against his shaft. His side-ways shaft.

Bemaia, with a victorious cry of relief, came all of his own belly and chest, just barely dodging creating an offspring mere months after arriving in another world. "Fuck, Blake!" He yelled, pulling her hips, his own pushing upward against her.

The Faunus girl, however, was not so happy despite smiling at the man. She did not speak. She pulled herself off of Bemaia's lap and lowered her face close to his weaving chest.

While Bemaia gathered himself, he suddenly felt a wet, smooth thing running across his belly and chest. Opening his eyes and looking down, he sees Blake licking every bit of white cream off of his skin.

Now, that wasn't what Bemaia was worried about. Any other day, cuming once, or twice, he'd be done and gone. Yet, today, the day he's exerted himself the most, the day he fought a distortion, was also the day his dick decided to remain hard?!

The plan was a failure. And it backfired badly too.

In one moment Blake licks his still sensitive dick clean, then in the next, in the time-spam of a blink, he finds his dick in a silky, soft, and wet grip.

His eyes widen. "Blake wait! I'm still sensitive you little shit! Ooooh!" His speech grew slurred as her movements began once again. This time, she would not give him a moment of rest.

Maybe it's the pheromone's fault... No, that'd be lazy and too convenient. No, Bemaia had not walked away yet because he was enjoying this. "Ha... Ha...!" His lungs burned worse than when he was in that burning shed.

Just as if it had a mind of its own, his dick exploded inside of her. "Fuuuuuck..." His curse was drawn out, just like his orgasm.

Now Blake felt it, a feeling so good it made her bite her lower lip. The warmth filled her, the twitching rod lodged inside, the way the guy she once tried to kill squirmed beneath her.

It was intoxicating.

Not giving Bemaia even a moment to finish shooting into her, her hips began to move once again, which in turn made him choke on his own words.

His hands gripped Blake's hips, trying uselessly to keep them in place. Yet Blake was relentless. In no time, he came once again, still buried deep inside of her.

This time she stopped finally, slamming into him one last time. His hips buckled and shot upwards. His Aura flared in a dim yellow hue, as his cock spurted deep inside of her.

Blake herself, panted heavily, as her muscles went wild around the hot intrusion. "Hmm..." She hummed, content, leaning down and hugging the quivering mess of a man beneath her. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, then on his neck.

A shiver runs down Bemaia's spine, yet he's too drunk with pleasure to fully comprehend the feeling.

Turning his head to her, Bemaia pulled the girl into a kiss., one he didn't really think about. His brain was going automatically through the motions, too weak to think properly.

He feels completely spent. His body cannot keep up with the production of cum, so his Aura was being spent to create the necessary amount in order to keep up with the thing his dick was still buried deep inside.

However, it wasn't over yet. In fact, the nightmare had only just begun. His eyes went wide, his pupils contracted, and his body stiffened when Blake broke free of the kiss and whispered in his ear. "Let's keep going.~" His cock remained as hard as ever, betraying his ailed mind.

!Terrified


The corridors were eerily quiet, which is expected as most teams are out on missions right about now. Those teams who didn't go out enjoyed a class-free week, or so that would be the Ideal.

A blond man steps out of his dorm room. His short hair is messy, he has bags under his blue eyes, and he looks sweaty. The chill of the corridor hits him like a truck, but he doesn't mind it. His goal? The nearby drinking fountain next to the door.

Coincidentally, another man arrives next to that drinking fountain. This second man looks in worse shape than the first. His black long hair appears to have been through a storm, and his pink pajamas are dirty and torn in places. Just like the first man, this one is also sweaty.

The thing the two had in common? The very tall bottle, currently empty in their hands. As they approach one another, they share a nod. The blond one goes to fill his bottle first.

The awkward silence between the two is deafening.

The one in the pink pajamas attempts to break the silence. "So... How is the studying?" His voice, normally calm and delicate, now sounds rough and dry.

The blond man also didn't sound too good. As he sounds more tired than anything else. "Well, you know how Pyrrha is..." He swallowed dry. "Restless when it comes to... Erm... Studying." He shuddered again. "I bet training is going just as rough?"

The man in the pink pajamas simply nods his head solemnly, not needing to share another word on the matter.

Just as the bottle is about to be completely filled, both men glare at the source of a strange noise coming from the dorm room right next to theirs. "What's... That?" The blond man asked, curious.

Just as he was about to touch the dorm room's doorknob, the door shot open. A body quickly falls to the ground in front of the doorway, A hand outstretched for freedom.

Like a ghoul, a voice came from within. "Help... Me..." The voice sounded familiar, and the hand forced the rest of its body to crawl out just enough for the two to see the man begging for help.

Bemaia attempted his damnedest to crawl away from that thing. His lips were cracked and swollen, lipstick was plastered all over his face, and hickeys and bite marks covered his neck, collar, chest, and probably everywhere else. Some bloody scratches were also visible.

Worse of all, his wing, his poor wing. Big bird's eyes which could see very far, were closed. Punishing Bird's beak was no longer. Judgement bird's long neck was snapped. The wing of Twilight was broken. Black feathers acted as a trail back into the room.

"Bemaia!" The blond one spoke, sprinting to his side.

The former fixer, noticing salvation, had his heart engulfed in hope. "Jaune! Ren! Thank god! Please! You gotta-"

But before he could finish his sentence, a hand grasped his shoulder, prompting his eyes to widen in despair. "Where do you think you're going?~" The voice echoed throughout the corridor as a chill ran down Jaune's and Ren's spine.

The two men stopped dead in their tracks, the will to help Bemaia suddenly stomped by the presence of a much larger threat to their health. A deep and dark purple aua seemed to engulf Bemaia, it's origin just outside of their vision. Two golden eyes pierced through that aura, staring threateningly at the two.

"W-Wait, Please!" Bemaia tried to bargain. "I just want to d-drink some water! Take a breather! Y'know... Ha... Ha..." His voice cracked under the pressure.

That seemed to pull the eye's attention to the victim in question. They leaned down, almost laying atop Bemaia's prone body. Two arms emerged from the dark aura and sneaked around the librarian's chest, hugging him.

Jaune and Ren did nothing as they watched the creature in black fur drag their friend back into hell. "Jaune! Help me!" He exclaimed, begged even. "Please!" But there was nothing they could do.

He was dragged backwards by those arms. Jaune and Ren couldn't see exactly what is the origin of those arms, only the wicked eyes within that aura. Maybe that was for the best. Hell, that aura might be an illusion created by their brain to hide the absolute horror that assaulted Bemaia.

Holding tightly to the door frame, one last thread of hope before being fully extinguished. "Jaune! You fucking coward! Please!" From his chest to the very tip of his fingers, he's oh so tired, yet he's still holding on as though his life depended on it. Yet, despite begging one last time, Jaune and Ren were paralyzed. Maybe that was for the best.

His eyes widened as his fingers slipped from the wooden frame. "You coward! Both of you! Cowards!" He cursed, "May your dicks shrivel and-" The door was shut before them. The click of the lock sounded more akin to a nail being hammered into a coffin.

!Overwhelmed

Ren and Jaune stared at each other in silence, scarred for life for this chance encounter. "Holy..." Jaune mouthed.

"Was that... Blake?" Ren, drenched in sweat despite the coldness of the night, spoke breathlessly.

Jaune gulped loudly. "I think so..."

The two stared at the door for a moment, the sound of a heavy thud echoed out from it. There were voices too, but too muffled to be understood.

Biting the bullet, Jaune leaned in against the door, his heart threatening to jump right out of his chest. "I think I hear something..." Their voices were still muffled, but he could make out something that filled his heart with dread.

"Wait..." It was Bemaia's voice. "Three Hours..." Only those words were what Jaune heard amidst the nightmarish moaning coming from the beast.

He gulped loudly as he turned to Ren. "They've been at it for... Three hours... Holy shit, Blake..." Those numbers are not human, and Bemaia is a clear indication of that.

Ren too leaned in the door, muffled voices reached his ears too. "It... Break..." Bemaia's words.

What was truly horrifying was the sound that echoed next. Muffled sounds of screaming followed by a very clear sound Aura shattering from the other side of the door.

Jaune's eyes widened, filled with fear for his friend, and fear for his own life. "Bemaia...!" He struggled to say that name as if he had to force that out of his throat.

!Overwhelmed

Ren shut his eyes, wearing a somber expression on his face. He had already begun the slow process of mourning his friend. Yet, despite the sound of aura shattering, the wet plapping noises did not stop. "Even then... She's not done yet?" He asked, incredulous. "And to think we live right next to this... Beast..."

!Overwhelmed

The two men glared at one another. None had the mental strength to speak about what just happened.

"I'll be going now..." Jaune muttered, nodding one last time to a very scared Ren, before returning to his own dorm room. Ren too returned to the training, thanking whatever god is out there for making Nora not be like Blake.

The noises continued. The plaps. The muffled giggles. And the Inhuman howling.

In the end, nothing was left of the bird in the black forest.