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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Blake_Belladonna/Weiss_Schnee
  Character:
      Blake_Belladonna, Weiss_Schnee
  Additional Tags:
      Futanari
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-12 Words: 1045
****** Office Desk ******
by Saryn
Summary
     Weiss hires a young, former White Fang operative as an act of mercy.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Three months.
Three months had passed since a young White Fang member had approached the
police after a hit on a shipment of Dust, three months since the head of Schnee
Dust corp., Weiss Schnee, had an odd surge of mercy, three months since the
White Fang member, Blake Belladonna, had been hired as a junior assistant to
the white-haired woman, as to avoid the young woman's passage through jail.
Three months of having the feline faunus tagging along with her, taking notes,
and staring with those piercing, golden eyes.
It rattled her more than she'd care to admit, and it got worse, because she
found herself staring right back. The White Fang training must've done wonders
to the girl's body, she was so fit, and so sharp, catching onto things quickly
and doing a wonderful job - Blake was good, an asset. Their stolen glances at
each other, however, made it something more.
It began with closeness. Blake approaching her as she sat at her desk, typing
away, eyes trying to bore holes in whatever charts and reports she had to
handle, when warm, clawed hands rested along her shoulders. Weiss glanced over
her shoulder and up, at the feline, one eyebrow raised, "Is something the
matter?" She asked, though her tone was neutral, warm even. Blake's response
came in a vague shrug, "You seemed stressed, Ms. Schnee." It was a purr, low
and pleasant, and soon, the hands at her shoulders began to massage their way
to her neck.
Weiss didn't resist, didn't brush her hands away, she simply leaned back in her
seat and enjoyed the attention of hands all too strong, of claws teasing at her
skin, at her scalp and ears, and she didn't push Blake away when the cat
thought it okay to lean down and nip at the outer shell of her ear. She
should've and, normally, she would've, but the former White Fang operative was
just so damn good. Soft-spoken, strong, and those goddamn hands on her
shoulders and neck, it had to be illegal.
It was illegal. But no one was watching.
She felt a hardness press against her back as the feline moved closer, and her
eyebrows rose. Oh. She didn't know fauna anatomy all that well, so she wasn't
about to argue with it either. Finally tiring of the game, the CEO turned,
reaching as to grab at the collar of Blake's shirt as she rose from her chair,
tugging the feline down to start a passionate, needy kiss - Blake was quick to
respond, hands finding their way to the other woman's hips, lifting her some so
she could sit atop the desk.
Weiss free hand moved to the front of the faunus' trousers, gripping at the
hard length beneath, as she bit on the cat's lower lip, hard, in a warning,
"Easy. Or you'll make a mess." She whispered heatedly against the young woman's
lips, before beginning to stroke her over the fabric, slow, firm pumps. A low
whine, hands tightening their grip on Weiss' hips, nails digging in her shirt -
so much for a creepy terrorist, Weiss thought to herself, the girl was behaving
like some teenage boy.
It was an odd sight, Blake was still taller than her despite their age
difference, she even seemed stronger, yet here she was, whimpering in the CEO's
grasp, leaning her head to the shorter woman's. A sharp movement, and the
button of the feline's pants came undone, and Weiss slipped her hand in,
pulling the assistant's cock out and thanking whatever odd mood had made put a
skirt today. Her legs wrapped around the feline's waist, one of her heels
hanging precariously from her foot already, as she urged Blake closer, guiding
the tip of the assistant's cock and rubbing against the already damp spot along
her underwear.
"Ms. Schnee..." A low groan, pleading and begging in tone, and Weiss couldn't
help a quiet chuckle, even as it broke into a sharp intake of breath when the
feline rolled her hips forward, length pressing against her core over the
fabric. The CEO's hand moved up, from the cat's shirt to her hair, to her ears,
and tugged sharply there, warningly. She didn't bother explaining, as the
feline's stiffness signalled she understood.
Gingerly pushing her panties aside, she pressed to head of Blake's cock to her
entrance, and tightened her legs around the cat, a grunt reaching her ears as
Blake pushed forward, burying herself to the hilt inside her. She was big, and
Weiss could feel herself clenching around the length, hand rising from beneath
her skirt to rest at the back of the feline's neck, for support. Of all the
things Weiss thought of doing, getting fucked on her table by her junior
assistant never crossed her mind.
Blake seemed to take that as permission, her hands no doubt leaving marks on
Weiss' hips by now, as she began to pound inside the older woman, feline ears
flat against her scalp, nearly hidden in her hair, as she pulled nearly the
entire length out only to slam back inside in firm, fast thrusts. Her body
shook with whimpers, grunts and purrs against her boss, the white-haired woman
pulling herself up against her, moaning softly at her human ear, bitting at her
earlobe and driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Weiss was faring no better, clinging to the feline for support, table shaking
beneath her with each strong, rough thrust, she was quick to reach her peak,
more than once even as the assistant continued plowing her, faster and faster.
She closed her eyes tightly when Blake's thrusts began to grow erratic, fast
and deep, and the feeling of warm liquid filling her made itself known as the
cat crumbled in low whimpers and quiet, pleading "Ms. Schnee.."'s at her ears.
Her legs unwound themselves from Blake's waist, and her hands snaked down to
gently grip at the feline's shirt, "We should, ah..." A ragged breath, "Clean
up, Blake." She murmured with as much firmness as she could muster as the
feline's now-limp member slid out of her. The younger woman hummed in
agreement, brushing an affectionate peck to her boss' cheek before stepping out
of her hold, cheeks scarlet in embarrassment.
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