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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Blake_Belladonna/Velvet_Scarlatina
  Character:
      Blake_Belladonna, Velvet_Scarlatina
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Body_Worship, Foot_Fetish, BDSM
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-23 Words: 6617
****** Prey ******
by TobiasHawk1
Summary
     Blake's been hiding something and a certain Faunus isn't safe with a
     deadly predator around. BlackVelvet ship with BDSM, body worship and
     slight foot fetish. Don't forget to R&R and remember, Zone-tan
     watches you fap.
From the first moment I'd lain eyes on her, I'd realized it would be best for
us both to keep far away from her. She was the forbidden fruit that I wasn't
even allowed to glance at.
"They don't even know I'm a Faunus. They won't understand this," I whispered to
myself late at night, glancing over at Weiss sleeping beside me and the sisters
above. Her scent was the only thing on my mind, some nights, and it drove me
mad.
It was difficult, but not impossible. She made herself scarce, hardly ever
crossing my path during school hours despite having a few classes together. I
was certain she had no idea why she wanted to stay away from me, which made it
even easier to avoid her. Sometimes just the thought of her shuddering,
clutching her books tighter to her chest as I walked past her made my mouth
water. I knew why.
For months, I enjoyed our relationship of casual avoidance. It grew easier with
time, but I wasn't yet ready to face her the second time Team CRDL bullied her.
They teased her heritage, roughly yanking on her ears. They shoved her down to
the ground and laughed as she tried to run. It was her instinct to run when
threatened. Fighting back against them was just something she couldn't do.
I refused to let this happen.
"Cardin!" His whole team turned to me, shock on their faces as they realized
someone had the gall to stand up to them. Someone other than Pyrrha I'd assume.
"Oh? It's that quiet chick from RWBY." Dove was always so... perceptive.
"Whaddya want?!" Cardin's voice boomed arrogantly across the courtyard. It
filled up the large space, bouncing off the walls and mirroring his own
physique. I'd never been so unintimidated in my life.
"Leave. Her. Alone." I unsheathed Gambol Shroud, itching to pull the trigger.
For a second I wished Yang was near. Where I excelled in swift precision, her
proficiency was in blunt force trauma. I wanted them broken, not bleeding.
"Here. Take her. She got boring, anyway." Cardin kicked her in the ribs,
sending her rolling a few feet in my direction. They cheered before walking
off, high-fiving one another over their deplorable deed. I ran over to her and
delicately placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Come here, I'll bring you to the nurse," I offered quickly. Examining her
injuries, I could see a large bruise and bloodied nose she'd acquired from her
treatment.
"N- no… I'm okay… thank you…" Velvet quickly sat up while desperately clutching
at her side. Flinching away, she kept just out of my reach as I tried to help
her. She'd gotten so used to staying away from me, it was second nature to her
now.
"Velvet… please don't be afraid of me… let me help." Even as I begged for her
to let me help she didn't stop inching away. She was repelled by some force
unknown to her, but I needed to settle her unease before she hurt herself.
"Velvet, I can take you to the nurse. Or to Coco and Yatsuhashi. They'll help
you, just let me get you there." She tried her hardest to avoid my eyes,
staring down at the dry dirt beneath us for almost a minute before nodding.
Anything to get me away.
Together, we got her to her feet. With a second glance, I could see she was
bleeding from scrapes on her cheek and jaw. Whatever CRDL had done, it'd sapped
enough of her Aura that she was entirely unable to heal herself. Her stockings
had acquired runs and several buttons had been popped off her shirt. I
supported her weight as we hobbled through the campus, making sure to stop
every few steps so she could catch her breath and take her weight off her
injured side. She made me bring her to her dorm- not the nurse. I couldn't
refuse.
"Thanks, Blake…" Her wide, doe brown eyes still had trouble meeting mine, and
she focused on my shoes as she spoke.
"No problem…" I placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face. It was
careless, a reaction that I would've done with anyone, but
should've avoided with her. I felt my stomach drop instantly and before she
made eye contact I turned my back on her and quickly walked away. I smelled of
her. So strongly of Velvet… of prey.
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Velvet was obviously still uncomfortable around me, but it wouldn't stop her
from sitting next to me in class the next day. Three different classes she took
the desk directly beside mine, studying me curiously as if begging for an
answer as to why my presence disturbed her so much.
After less than a couple of hours I just couldn't take it anymore. The next
class, she sat beside me again. I waited exactly three minutes before gathering
my books and changing desks.
She hadn't gotten the message three days later. She still plopped down right
next me in our next class the next day. I moved. Again. And again. I knew it
wouldn't be long before my will broke and something… embarrassing would happen.
I hate being right.
It happened during lunch. I was too distracted by my tuna melt sandwich to hear
her approach. Her footsteps were always quiet, and her scent was masked by the
fish.
"Blake?" Timid. Always so timid.
I froze in my seat, unsure of what to do. I wasn't prepared to deal with
another second of that excruciatingly tantalizing scent. Not while eating.
"Blake… am I bothering you? I… I just wanted to say thank you-"
"You don't need to thank me, Velvet. Now, please-"
"Okay, Blake, but let me repay you. I heard-"
"Velvet, please leave me alone!" Yang stared at me as if I'd grown a second
head, but there was just no way to get Velvet away from me. She looked at me
with wide eyes, as if I'd slapped her, and i just couldn't take it anymore. I
stormed off, licking the last bits of fish and cheese from my fingertips.
I walked to the nearest bathroom, thoroughly scrubbing my hands and face in the
sink. As I washed up, I took time to contemplate. How could I avoid this next
time? How could I get her to stop-
My Faunus ears twitched, as irregular footfalls approached the door. The
pattern sounded distinctly of limping.
"Dust dammit."
"Blake?" Velvet hesitantly opened the door, peeking inside to search for me.
Her ears twitched in my direction, brown eyes catching the flourescent light of
the bathroom and turning the most delicious shade of honey as they met mine.
She looked so helpless.
"Shit…"
"Blake… I'm sorry if I… if I scare you. But I'm just a Faunus, okay? The ears
aren't…" she kept talking, nervously chattering away as she closed the door
behind her. I took the time to study her, taking into account the raw, red skin
of the scrapes on her cheek; the way her ears nervously curled back atop her
head; and the way she unevenly rested her weight on her right leg…
Helpless, defenseless, prey…
"So you don't have to be afraid, okay? We're not all like the White Fang. And I
just want to be your friend. Or at least thank you." She sounded so sweet.
Innocent. Pure. Despite being older than me she sounded as if she'd never been
corrupted by the racism of the outside world. It was amazingly endearing.
I nodded silently, mechanically.
"Blake? Your bow is... twitching…"
I nodded again, reaching up and undoing the knot to the silk ribbon that hid my
darkest secret. To this day I don't know what came over me, but I just needed
her to know why she was so afraid. Why I was so interested in her. Why we were
so terrible for each other. The ribbon drifted gracefully to the ground like a
winding snake.
"… oh, Dust…" I could instantly smell her fear and it was deliciously sweet.
She hobbled quickly to the door, her instinct to run overwhelming any pain from
her injury. I closed the distance between us with three quick strides, slamming
it shut in front of her. She struggled for a moment, desperately trying to pull
open the door. She was strong, but hurt, and even in her frantic, adrenaline
fueled attempt to escape, she couldn't out-muscle me.
She quickly turned around, her back pressed against the door, trying to keep as
much distance between us as possible.
"Blake! Blake, please-"
I pressed a finger against her lips to silence her and she shivered in
response. I traced the edges of her lips, falling in love with those delicious
brown eyes as they scrutinized every inch of me. I could see it finally click
behind those eyes why she was so uncomfortable around me.
"I'm just a Faunus, okay? You don't have to be afraid of me. I just want to be
your friend. Or at least thank you…" I repeated her every word with as sincere
of a tone I could. Her shuddering stopped, but the fear never left her face. It
was mixed with her breath and her sweat, her heartbeat hammering a desperate
rhythm against her ribcage.
I pressed my lips against her forehead, the last option I had to try to calm
her. This wouldn't be fun if she smelled so strongly of fear. This would only
be fun if she begged to be hunted- to be devoured- willingly.
"Velvet… can you come to my room tonight," I asked expectantly.
"Y- yes… okay, Blake." Still so afraid.
I took a step back, far enough that I'd look less intimidating.
"Are you sure," I asked.
She took a moment to think, eyes darting to the tiled floor to study her shoes.
"Yes…"
With every ounce of willpower I had left, I let her go. Gently pushing her
aside, I opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. I could feel her eyes
on me for as long as the door took to swing shut.
I returned to the lunchroom. My appetite had returned, but I knew food wouldn't
wet it.
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Bribing Yang to get her sister and Weiss out of the room was easy enough. I'd
done the same for her so often, we shared a connection that could only be
forged between roommates.
As I waited for Velvet to arrive, I prepared a salad. Fresh spinach… cucumber…
light, sweet dressing. I hummed to myself as I selected the more… enticing
ingredients. The sweet carrots were chopped into nice large chunks, bits of
frozen pineapple... And four large golden dandelions, freshly picked from the
lawn. I knew she wouldn't able to resist.
I waited and listened for the footsteps that seemed to take forever before they
finally approached. She hesitated a long while before knocking on the door,
possibly fighting her instinct to run. She was entering the "lion's den" after
all.
"Come in," I called, hoping the most inviting voice I could attempt would be
the push she needed to come inside. I could hear her gasp through the door, and
she quickly let herself inside.
Casually dressed in baggy sweatpants and an Achieve Men hoodie, they were well
worn and heavy with her scent. I smiled, clad in a black and lilac evening-
dress I'd worn only twice. I'd washed my sheets, plugged in an air freshener
and opened the windows before her arrival. The less the room smelled of me, the
more comfortable she would be to stay. It's a Faunus thing.
"Oh, are we going out? I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"No, don't worry Velvet. Come, sit. I just wanted to dress well… try and make
you more comfortable." I smiled invitingly, beckoning her further into the
room.
"Oh… th- thanks." Her nose twitched curiously as she closed the door behind her
and made her way inside. She hardly made a sound as she stepped into the room,
her feet so well trained to not betray her presence. As if she were constantly
afraid she was being hunted. I wondered how often prey Faunus might feel that
kind of anxiety, but couldn't entertain the thought for long.
"I made dinner, if you're hungry," I offered, gesturing towards the salad.
"No, I ate before I came... oh… are those… dandelions?" Her eyes lit up as she
saw them, resting in the bowl. I muffled a quick giggle behind my hand; she
looked so excited to see food prepared just for her.
"Yeah. I thought you'd might like it."
"I… thanks, Blake." She walked over to the table, and I observed she moved
without her limp. I was glad she'd healed up, but suspicious she'd only done it
to ensure she'd be able to run away in case I tried to harm her. I politely
pulled the seat out for her before resuming my own seat across from her.
She made herself comfortable and picked up her fork, excitedly digging into the
leafy greens.
"Aren't you going to eat," she asked through a mouthful of spinach and carrots.
"No. I'm just having dessert," I answered, careful to measure my words. She
shrugged and pushed aside a dandelion to get at some more spinach.
"I'm sorry I was afraid of you… it… it's just the way we are, you know?" Velvet
smiled timidly, trying her hardest to appease me. I studied that smile, full of
slightly uneven teeth and chapped lips… some would call them "imperfections."
To my eyes, they were firewood, adding to the flame of her beauty.
"Don't worry about it, I understand completely," I smiled back at her. I wanted
her to understand that she could trust me. Watching her, I was entranced by her
every movement. Her larger ears twitched towards sounds even I had problems
picking out. Her nose wiggled happily as she sniffed the light sweetness of the
carrots and pineapples. Her eyes constantly darted left and right, making sure
she wasn't being watched.
Prey.
She finished the salad in minutes, eating quickly just another trait I would
expect from her. She'd left two dandelions for last, setting her fork down and
picking one up before looking to me curiously.
"You never explained why you have been avoiding me," she spoke softly, but
firmly. I watched her nibble off petals of the yellow weed, her ears twitching
as she ate.
"That's not your fault… it's actually why I asked you here. I wanted to talk
with you about it."
"Mm?" She brought the last dandelion to her lips.
"Yeah… let me get that." I got up from my seat, taking the bowl from her and
placing it in the sink. Just walking by her sent a chill down my spine. Her
scent was so strong; how humans managed to not detect it was beyond me.
I circled back, she was still distracted by the last inch of stem of her
dandelion. I sniffed in her scent one last time before leaning towards her
neck, brushing my lips against her skin.
"B-Blake," she asked timidly. Confusedly.
"Dessert?"
"… oh…"
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I carried her to my bed, laying her carefully on the fresh sheets. She shivered
as I grazed my nails down her stomach, the light pink trails marking her as my
own. My lips tore moans from her lips as I sucked at her pale throat.
"B- Blake," she whimpered as I tugged at her waistband. I made sure to ghost my
fingers over the stubborn bruises that still managed to linger on her skin.
Silently, I cursed Cardin for ruining such beautiful canvas. I ran my
fingertips along every curve of her toned muscles, reveling as she flexed and
gasped for breath. She shivered as I kissed her jaw, her every reaction to my
exploration brought a roller coaster of pleasure for us both.
My prey whined as I tugged the soft, worn hoodie up over her head, revealing so
much freckled skin. I tossed the offensive cloth away like a used towel before
I pinning her wrists to the bed above her head. Straddling her waist, I ensured
that she'd have no escape; her scent betrayed her extreme unwillingness to do
so anyway.
Velvet looked up at me, lust and desire pouring from those doe brown eyes.
Brown eyes were so shamefully uncommon in Remnant- they looked stunning on her.
They held the beauty of freshly tilled earth, waiting to sowed with next year's
harvest. They were smooth, like rich, dark chocolate. And, because of me, these
beautiful eyes were begging for something her innocent lips could not. It was
prey's destiny to be devoured, to be consumed, to be hunted and chased, and she
resigned herself to her instincts all too willfully.
And I resigned myself to my own. To devour. To dominate. To consume every last
drop she could offer until she collapsed, shivering and weak from exhaustion.
I'd bring her to the edge and back, pushing her to her limits just as she'd
push me to my own.
Her bra must have been Mistrali. It was fitted with an elaborate clasp in the
front, and the purest white fabric not adorned with the Schnee family crest I'd
ever lain my eyes on. I tore it off of her with a curse and she gasped as the
cool air of the room kissed her warm, flushed skin, hardening her nipples into
rosy pink peaks.
Her breasts were hardly a handful each- I realized the bra was padded only
after I'd torn it off of her- and painted even more heavily with the ginger-
brown spots that marked her like fresh snowflakes covered a street on a cold
winter evening. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I kissed at her pale,
mottled skin, tearing another loud moan from those firm, chapped lips. Pressing
my own against her throat, I could feel her pulse beat out a frantic rhythm
against her skin, my name hot on her tongue.
"Blake… oh, Dust," she gasped, her voice taking on a musical quality that drove
me on like a curious kitten.
I positioned her wrists to be held with only one hand and reached under the
pillow she rested on. Running my fingers through her mussed, silken hair, and
snatching a long, black ribbon from it's hiding spot, I tied it around her
wrists in a beautiful bow fit for a Christmas present. The fabric was strong;
it wouldn't come undone until I was done with her.
Velvet moaned my name again, this time pleadingly. I could feel the fire
burning within her, she knew what I wanted and was all but begging for it. She
desired our game just as much as I did… but what kind of cat would I be if I
didn't play with my food first?
I kissed her, bringing a hand up to rub gently at her ears. I stroked against
the grain of her soft fur, from the tips of her ears down to her scalp,
reveling in the way she shuddered as I toyed with her. Her fists clenched and
unclenched as she attempted to brace herself against the teasingly gentle
stimulation. Her body quickly warmed, her blood running hot beneath her cheeks.
My free hand made its way back beneath the pillow, pulling from it the last
piece of cloth I'd saved for the occasion. Getting the blindfold over her ears
was a little tricky, but I was rewarded with a loud gasp as the patterned,
black velvet cloth slid over her eyes. It was the icing on the cake, and for
the first time in quite a long while, I couldn't control my purring. The
pleasure came from deep within my chest, and the reaction was all but
involuntary. The noise made her squirm, the sound something that she was
genetically inclined to be excited by.
"Blake, please," she breathed, her voice cracking and catching in her throat
under the weight of her desire.
"Please, what," I asked playfully. I grazed my nails against her freckled
shoulders, gliding them across her body as I watched her struggle with herself.
"Please… d- don't tease me… please…"
"Don't please you? I thought-"
"N- no! Blake…" She whined my name softly, hips rising up off the bed. She
pouted and I watched as she searched for my eyes through the blindfold, begging
for me to take her. I'd never expected her to be so receptive.
"Let's get these pants off of you." It wasn't a question so much as it was a
request. Still, she nodded vigorously. I playfully eased the sweatpants off of
her hips, thighs and calves, running my hands along her tight, corded muscles.
The sweatpants quickly joined the hoodie on the floor the moment it cleared her
toes. Her underwear looked new, the polka-dotted fabric was still smooth to the
touch. Velvet's hips raised up off the bed, silently encouraging me to slip
them off.
I toyed with her, brushing my knuckles against her core through the thin
fabric, reminding her that I was in full control of her and her pleasure. She'd
given up her independence at the door. Velvet was gone. Now she was only my
prey. Her shallow gasps became increasingly choked as she ground against the
bed beneath her, the underwear catching on the bed and slowly slipping down the
curve of her butt.
"Resourceful," I thought proudly. Smarter prey always yielded a more satisfying
hunt- and a tastier snack. However, insubordination would not be tolerated.
Nothing short of submissive acceptance would guarantee pleasure from me. After
completing the entire Ninjas Of Love series, I was more than well versed on
doling out punishments.
I rubbed her through the cotton cloth, listening to the delicious sighs she
made as I ran my fingertips against her slick lips. My name was hot on her lips
as I teased her clit and dipped my fingertips into warm arousal. I waited a
long time before finally deciding to take the underwear off, teasing her
becoming a game all too fun to stop. The delicious sound of fabric against skin
pleased both of our ears, but as Velvet opened her mouth to whine her
excitement, I hushed her.
The scent of arousal would never leave the cloth, even her sweat- however
little there was of it- was imbued with her pheromones. Turning the underwear
inside out, I brought it to my captive's lips. Passed uneven teeth and her soft
tongue, the soiled underwear found their home without so much as a whimper from
Velvet, but rules must be spoken and agreed to.
"Not a word. Understand," the commanding tone wasn't exactly foreign to me.
Velvet nodded excitedly, the tips of her ears bouncing frantically. I knew she
could taste her arousal, and it would only serve to amplify her senses. Faunus
senses were different from humans, taste and scent often being heightened. To a
blindfolded Faunus, these senses would be elevated to near unbearable levels.
Seeing my prey bound, gagged, and blindfolded my predatory instincts went into
overdrive. I pulled her into my lap, facing away from myself. I'd moved a
mirror against the far wall, and it was perfectly positioned for me to watch
her blindfolded face. As I toyed with her, I realized for the first time that a
small, brown, cotton-puff tail rested at the base of her spine. I took the time
to study her, taking in every ginger freckle and every bruise. Her feet were
long and slender for her petite frame and coyly hidden under her neon green
knee-high socks. What I could see of her legs were even more thoroughly
freckled, long and well-muscled.
I ran my fingers across her shoulders, slowly pulling the cascade of rich,
brown hair away from the nape of her neck. There were less spots here-
evidently one of the few places the sun never kissed frequently. I did my best
to compensate, my lips, tongue and teeth tearing strangled moans from her.
Running my hands down her sides, I slide them from shoulders to hips and back
again. She shifted as I did so, her warm core grinding against my thigh, her
arousal staining my dress. Velvet took another deep breath as she tried to
steady herself, bracing against her carnal instincts.
Starting with her breasts, I traced the pads of my fingers around her nipples.
Her chest rose and fell erratically as she gasped for breath. I rolled them
roughly between my fingers, listening to the myriad of halted breaths and
gentle sighs she made. Music to my ears.
I ran my nails down her back, feeling her shudder, finally stopping at the base
of her spine and circling her tail. I ran my fingers through the wispy fur,
feeling her go from uncomfortably excited, to relaxed in a matter of seconds.
She shifted again as I moved to kiss the skin behind her jaw- right behind her
human ear- gasping softly whenever I nipped at her. I sucked steadily, leaving
a mark that could be easily hidden.
Pressing my free hand against her mouth, I playfully tugged the boy-shorts from
between her teeth, and rubbed the damp cloth against her collarbones.
"Moan for me," I commanded, moving to kiss at the crook of her neck while
trailing the underwear down her chest.
And moan she did, filling the room with strangled sighs and fluttered gasps,
but never a coherent word. Not even as I brushed her womanhood with the soiled
cloth did she break our agreement. She shuddered and moaned for what felt like
hours as I marked her neck and shoulders, making dozens of pink and red bruises
her team would easily identify. It was clear she didn't mind, as she rocked her
hips against me as she sought more friction to douse the heat that grew between
her thighs. She loved being marked. Offering herself wholly to the predator
that'd managed to capture her.
After some time, I grew bored of the soiled cloth and tossed it aside. I
brushed my fingertips through soft, neatly trimmed fuzz, cut in the shape of a
heart right above her sweet pink lips. A blush came over her cheeks as I did-
even blindfolded, her timidness shone through.
I slowly toyed with her clit, a single fingertip circling around the small
bundle of nerves. Her wrists struggled against the ribbon, wanting desperately
to be free. To touch and direct my hand where her core burned hottest. I played
with her for a long while, soliciting crescendoing moans from her as I wrestled
with the choice to either begin my meal immediately, or pleasure her with my
fingers first. Her gritted teeth warned me I didn't have much time left either
way; I'd underestimated how sensitive she was.
I shrugged finally deciding to lay my prey back down against my sheets, taking
in the tiny details that the mirror had missed. I licked down her tight
stomach, kissing each cluster of freckles on the way down. The fuzzy heart was
thick with the scent of arousal and I breathed in deeply. I'd never felt
so alive. I nuzzled in between her thighs, pushing them apart just wide enough
to rest my face comfortably and started licking. My rough tongue slid slowly
against the bundle I'd so carelessly entertained with my finger. She groaned
loudly, the noise coming from deep within her, where lust and desire bred in
ravenous heat.
I could smell how close she was, just a few strokes short of flooding the banks
of her thighs with a delicious river of release. I wasn't yet ready
for that yet. With a final kiss I tore my lips away from her core, and planted
them against her thigh. Silently, I cursed myself for not wearing the warm, red
lipstick I'd considered for the night, imagining the smears it'd leave on her
pale, freckled skin. I sucked and bit and licked, marking the most intimate
parts of her as my own, loud moans and the sound of my tongue against her skin
our only soundtrack. I scratched and dug grooves into her skin; most didn't
disappear, her Aura was still too depleted to tend to her wounds.
Slowly, I kissed a trail down her right thigh, stopping to nuzzle the scrapes
on her knees. They were almost healed, and I could hardly wait to see her fresh
skin, unmarked by Cardin's ignorance and cruelty. I slid the socks down her
calves, nipping at the soft skin behind her ankle. She gasped, squirmed, and
kicked quickly, her strong legs managing to pull themselves from my grasp. I'd
found a goldmine of pleasure.
"Get back here, Bun," I cooed, taking the offending foot firmly in my grasp. I
kissed down the top to her instep, smiling as she shuddered under my lips. I
kissed the tips of her toes, each nail was painted a soft brown and decorated
with the same stitched heart that adorned her clothes. I nibbled the balls of
her feet, and finally, she broke our agreement as I nipped at the arch of her
foot.
"Blaaaake," she moaned my name so loud I was certain Team JNPR next door would
discover our activities. She was all but melting into the sheets, my
ministrations making her lose control of herself.
I chuckled, smugly.
"That's all the good luck I'll need," I thought to myself sheepishly as I let
go of her foot. Finally- finally- I made my way back up back up to her core.
"Didn't I tell you no talking?" I plunged a finger into her heat and how
fitting a name 'Velvet' was! The sudden pressure tore from her lips the loudest
moan yet as she apologized for her transgression through gritted teeth. She
smelled of brown sugar, hay and hundreds of lilacs and tasted just as
appealing. I slid my tongue between her, lapping at her arousal. Her muscles
were strong and squeezed and quivered around me. I licked at every fold,
swallowing down every drop of release from her, even as it became increasingly
obvious that I'd consented to an unwinnable battle. Substituting my tongue with
my fingers, I turned my tongue's attention again to her clit. She was so
close. After just a few seconds, she moaned my name one last time and flooded
my mouth with her release.
"Good girl," I whispered, full of pride for her.
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I've never done anything like this before! Blake scratched down my back and I
realized how much she wanted me if she was going to claim me like this. She
kissed at my neck and I knew how intimate that was for her- for us. She
could've hurt me, like any cat would a wild rabbit, but she kissed me instead
and I shivered. I blushed when she pulled my hoodie up- I was covered in
freckles and I'd always been really self-conscious about them. It was almost
like she didn't even see them, she was staring into my eyes the whole time as
she pulled a ribbon out of nowhere and knotted it around my wrists.
I blushed as she ripped off my bra- it was expensive, yeah, but she did it like
she couldn't wait to see more of me- all of me! I shivered, her window was wide
open and a cold breeze had been making its through the room since I'd arrived.
She kissed my breasts and every insecurity I'd ever had while I was growing up
faded away and all the Lien I'd ever spent on padded bras seemed so childish.
I moaned her name as she kissed my chest- I just couldn't help it. I'd always
expected to marry another docile Faunus, maybe a nice buck or a stallion or
even another bunny. I never even imagined how a predator could make me feel so
free!
She played with my ears and I screwed my eyes shut, the feeling was so good I
had to brace myself against the tidal wave that was threatening to wash me
away. Then the blindfold went over my eyes and I was almost scared… For some
reason... I trusted her. I wanted this. I wanted this more than I'd ever wanted
anything before in my life. This was supposed to happen. This was the way it
was supposed to be.
Normally I was really good at keeping the instincts from controlling me. As a
rabbit Faunus, mine are a little more embarrassing than most, and I always had
to fight from pleasuring myself under the desk during class whenever my heat
cycle struck... But with Blake… I let go.
I let her take the control I'd held onto for so long and she took the reins
like an expert.
Her purring made my heart race. I wanted to run, I was so excited I could've
sprinted for miles. She just kept purring, her body resting atop mine, her soft
dress brushing against my skin.
"She was trying to make me beg!" I knew it, I knew how much she was enjoying
playing with me and I wanted to show her that I was tough, but Dust I was so
far gone...
"Blake, please…" She scratched at my shoulders again and I realized I'd spoken
out of turn. She humored me for a second and I begged. I was so glad I did when
she slipped my sweatpants off, they were so warm I thought they'd cook my alive
if she'd made me keep them on any longer.
Blake brushed her knuckles against me and thousands of stars erupted under the
darkness of the blindfold. She was the moon and the stars in the night sky and
I was the humble astronaut taking her first steps off Remnant. I knew I would
lose myself if I wasn't careful, consumed by the cloud of pleasure that Blake
was threatening to envelop me with- and I didn't care.
I tried to work my underwear off, trying to offer every inch of myself to her.
When she finally slid them off I wanted to thank her, I needed her to know how
much I wanted this, but she shushed me with a finger.
I smelled them before they'd touched my lips. She pressed my underwear against
my mouth and I opened for them without a second thought. Only another Faunus
would do that- would know how much that could drive us crazy. The taste,
the scent of heat clung to it so much, I was almost embarrassed that they were
all but soaked with it, but I didn't care.
She made me promise not to talk. The deep reds and happy violets that were
swirling behind my eyes at the moment were too strong for me to do anything but
nod. She sat me up in her lap and I rested my hands in my own. I was barely
strong enough to sit up straight as she slid her fingers along every inch of my
body.
She kissed the back of my neck and it was almost like how we started this, but
we were so far passed that…
I desperately humped her thigh, trying to get some kind of friction where I
needed it the most. She played with my- our… breasts. She'd claimed those as
her own with more love than I ever had and the realization made me gasp, even
as she rolled my nipples between her fingers. After some more scratching down
my spine she ended up at my tail. I'd hidden it for so long under high-waisted
pants or long shirts. And again she ran her fingers through it and proved that
she wanted every single inch of me.
I squirmed as she sucked at my neck. I knew she was leaving marks along my
shoulder and I was so glad, I hoped they'd never fade. I almost didn't care if
Coco or Yatsuhasi noticed, at least they'd know I belonged to somebody now.
She placed a finger against my lips and I suckled it softly before she pulled
my underwear out of my mouth. I blushed, knowing that they'd be soaked, but
instead of throwing them away, she ghosted the fabric down my collarbones. She
was proving me wrong at every turn and I'd never been happier.
"Moan for me…"
"Finally!" I moaned enough to make up for lost time as she brushed the
underwear against my warmest spots. I bucked against her leg even more as she
did, I needed her inside me, but I knew better than to ask.
I blushed again as she ran her fingers through my fur. It was odd even among
Faunus for fur to grow down there- if I'd known this was going to happen I
would've shaved-
"Ahn!" I melted as she ran a fingertip around my clit.
"No more insecurities," I reminded myself. I was Blake's and Blake wanted me
more than I'd thought anyone would. I tried to shake out of the ribbon, I
wanted to give her the same pleasure she was giving me, but the black ribbon
was just too strong.
I was so close to the edge when she laid me down on the bed, the pressure and
heat churning inside me passed the point of consuming a long time ago. Now it
was all I was. Blake's fire that couldn't survive another minute unless she
stoked the flames.
She pushed against me and I opened up ready for her. Ready for the rapture of
release and I couldn't believe that after the first lick I didn't immediately
soak the bed. She kissed me as passionately as she had before and slid down my
legs.
"No! Nonononono!" I wanted to scream as she nipped at my thighs, making dozens
of marks to match the ones I could feel on my shoulders. I moaned and whined
and hissed between my teeth. She was evil.
I pulled my leg away from her in spite as she kissed down my calves. I almost
fought again but the world seemed to come crashing down as she kissed my foot.
Nothing existed anymore but Blake. She was an artist painting on a white canvas
and her lips were the paintbrush, etching me into existence. My every breath
was a struggle as she brought her tongue against my instep. She kissed my toes
and suddenly there was color, but not like before. The reds of deep passion
took a back seat and behind my blindfold everything erupted into blues and
greens and bright pinks and loud yellows. Her lips were at the balls of my feet
and the paint itself assaulted me and I writhed beneath it as it gave me life.
Blake was Picasso and Van Gogh and da Vinci and I became the paint of her
masterpiece.
She kissed the arch of my foot and I had nothing left in me but a moan. I
honored her with her name, whispered hot into the chilly air of the room.
Blake pushed her finger inside me and I shuddered. There was no holding back.
She licked at me with her rough tongue and I couldn't think- I couldn't feel
anything besides the tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on me!
It washed over me like a breaking wave, and I heard my voice crack as I moaned
out her name.
She slipped the blindfold off my face after what felt like hours, tending to
every drop I'd spilled from my thighs. She smiled, amber, predatory eyes gazing
into mine.
"Velvet?" I shook my head. Not to her. Not anymore.
"Dessert…"
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