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🕑 Added 2021-10-21 13:00:07 +0000 UTCStealth was Blake’s MO. She was the ninja of RWBY, the agile, subtle option where Yang’s bullheaded directness and Weiss’s elegant professionalism weren’t the right call. In missions, she was a whisper on the wind, slipping past Roman’s criminal henchmen or White Fang security. But in her personal life, it meant that she could do some very interesting things when people weren’t really looking.
It was funny. Her shadow clones weren’t anything that’d hold up to scrutiny. It was almost insulting that her closest friends didn’t notice that she’d been replaced by her Semblance, but she couldn’t be too put out. In fairness to them, she was a very private person who made a point of just… blending in. Falling out of notice was just what she did. And besides… it let her do this.
Brushing up against Jaune’s legs, she felt him react first in shock… then freeze, immediately realizing what was going on. And with it, realizing what she was doing. And more importantly, realizing that he shouldn’t raise anyone’s suspicion. They’d been dating, in secret, for long enough that Jaune knew that he was in a relationship with a proper wildcat, a girl who had a very active, Ninjas of Love inflected imagination, and enjoyed acting upon it.
And to emphasize that point… she reached up to her collar and gave the bell on it a playful flick, the ding of its jingle telling Jaune exactly what she was up to. Licking her lips, she stealthily reached forward for Jaune’s belt, hearing the conversation going on above them. It was about Spruce Willis films, which was great: it’d be weird if Jaune didn’t share his opinion, especially as Yang was right now giving her definitive ranking. As Blake undid her boyfriend’s belt, she knew he had to chime in… just in time for her to fish his dick out of his pants.
“Um, w-well, I think,” Jaune said, her tough, manly Huntsman trying his damnedest not to show how affected he was by Blake’s delicate fingers plying his organ, “that it really comes d-down to preferences with-”
“Uh, Jaune?” Ruby’s voice chirped as Blake gave the tip of his dick a sweet little kiss, “Are you feeling alright?”
Oh, Jaune was going to be pissed at her, he was going to be so pissed later, but the way his dick swelled beneath her fingers told Blake that he was as turned on as she was. Even as he tried to deflect, insisting he was fine as Blake began to gently pleasure him with her tongue, Blake could feel how hard he was, his dick giving her an honest opinion of how he felt. Mmmm, the perfect invitation to take his dick into her hot, wet mouth...
“Renny and I didn’t see that many movies growing up, but just from what I’ve heard from you guys, here’s which one I think is best,” Nora suddenly cut in, taking the attention away from Jaune. A shame, but now Blake could get really unsubtle! As Nora rambled on, Blake wrapped her lips tightly around Jaune’s glans, swirling her tongue over his sensitive tip, before starting to push down. Slowly she took him deeper and deeper, inch by inch, as her head bobbed away on his dick. She savored the taste of his skin, the way his thighs trembled as he struggled not to make a sound, all while Blake challenged herself to take him further and-
“Holy shit, Jaune, is that a hickey?”
Yang’s discovery of the “gift” Blake had given her boyfriend last night was, of course, loudly announced to the whole table and drawing even more attention on Jaune. Which, as his dick trembled in her mouth, just made Blake feel so much hotter doing this! They were so close to noticing what she was up to, to catching them in the act, hell, they were looking dead at the trace she’d left behind last night!
“It’s, uh,” Jaune tried to lie as Blake’s tongue did everything in her power to make that harder, “I think it’s a mosquito bite?”
“Bullshit it’s a mosquito bite!” Yang laughed before giving Jaune a hard slap across the back, the reverberations of the blow carrying through to Blake’s body, “Loverboy got lucky last night! Guess you finally defrosted the Ice Queen, eh?”
“He did no such thing!”
“It wasn’t Weiss!” Jaune protested, “I mean, I mean- Weiss and I, we’ve settled things, I’m not- nnnn- I’ve stopped, you know, h-harassing her.”
Mmmmmm, worshipping her boyfriend's dick while he explained that he didn’t have eyes for other women… between the torment she was heaping upon him and how tasty it was to just feel in her mouth how hard he was trying not to cum, Blake felt like such a naughty kitty. And she felt even naughtier as she fantasized about tasting his cream, his hot white spunk filling her mouth while all their friends didn’t have a clue what the two of them were up to.
What made this particularly enjoyable for Blake was while Jaune was struggling to explain himself to his friends above the table, while beneath the table, Jaune was expressing his real feelings with perfect eloquence. He couldn’t do much to show it, for fear of tipping off their friends, but the way his knees pressed tightly against her, the way his hand tried to seem like it was just resting idly beneath the table while it squeezed Blake’s hair so tightly, she felt the delicious pain of his displeasure radiate from her scalp. Yes, Blake was a naughty kitty, a bad, bad kitty who was going to get punished so hard for being such an insatiable cat in heat! As she took Jaune to the hilt, her throat enveloping his big, hard cock, she could feel more than his anger building as…
AHA!
Mmmmmmmm, gods, she could live on Jaune’s cum alone! His orgasm pumped shot after shot of thick, yummy cum right down her throat, and Blake struggled not to gag, to choke, as she slurped it all down. Even after she’d finished her meal, Blake was careful not to miss a drop, lavishing Jaune’s softening cock with eager, though quiet, slurps to make sure it was very clean. What kind of pet left her Owner with a messy cock to slip back into his boxers? Not Blake, that was for sure.
Nimbly slipping his well-licked cock back into his pants, then zipping him up and redoing his belt, Blake could finally slip back to where her clone was seated. With no one the wiser, she dismissed the illusion and pretended to go back to her meal. But of course, Blake was already quite full.
“I’ve never seen any of Willis’s movies,” she said, putting herself in the conversation, “They’re always too… loud for me. Too many explosions, not enough plot.”
“Not enough romance, you mean,” Nora shot back with a grin, “Or maybe, a particular kind of romance...”
“Blakey likes the kind of movies they can’t show in theaters,” Yang giggled.
Weiss rolled her eyes. “Oh grow up.”
But it was true. And as Blake met Jaune’s eyes, she wiggled her eyebrows stealthily to suggest to him that she sure did like those kind of movies… though she much preferred the real thing! But Jaune’s eyes… oooh, he only met her eyes for a moment before he broke eye contact, so as not to give the game away. But she saw that commanding flash of authority, that message that she was the pet, he was the Owner… and she was due for some discipline later.
She couldn’t wait.
LINE BREAK BLAKE
“So...” she purred (gods, she loved purring, so seductive and hot!), “you wanted to talk?”
Jaune was exceedingly red-faced, arms crossed across his chest—showing off how muscular he’d become under his Huntsman training. They weren’t even in public anymore, just the two of them, alone in the JNPR dorm, and yet, he looked like the words inside him just couldn’t get out as he just turned redder. “Blake,” he said, trying to seem stern, “We- you went too far this morning! If we had gotten caught… It’d be-”
“You wouldn’t want all your friends seeing your submissive little kitty shamelessly catering to your every need?” she asked with a flirtatiously raised eyebrow. “Your personal pleasure pet ensuring that her Master was never left wanting?”
Jaune was left at an utter loss for words, sputtering incoherently, but so clearly picturing the shock and surprise on everyone’s face. Maybe even envy. Yang would certainly be jealous to see Jaune with her partner, Weiss might even feel the stirrings of envy that she’d turned this stallion down… and not that Jaune knew it, but Blake knew Pyrrha would be envious of her. Though even more delicious than envy would be revealing to all their friends that they’d gone so much further than any of them suspected under their very noses!
Ah, but from the look on Jaune’s face, he wasn’t as inclined to such a reveal as Blake was. He was so much more reserved than her, a proper young Valean who courted a lady. Fortunately, that wasn’t the kind of relationship they had. And this kind of play was exactly how she could bring out Jaune’s other side.
She raised a finger to trace around her collar, to draw Jaune’s attention to the tools he needed to… discipline her. To show his authority, to remind her who was the pet… and who was her owner. Jaune’s mouth opened as if to speak, but just hung there, a faint tremble across his lip as he saw what Blake was suggesting… and felt that other side of him, the side that had tamed her, rising up within.
“I was bad,” she said, her finger gliding to her bell as she traced down to her leash, “I was a bad, bad kitty.”
“You… you were,” Jaune said, a husky growl coming into his countenance. “You were a bad kitty.”
“I was, wasn’t I...” she moaned, wiggling her ass that just… just needed to be disciplined. It was almost painful the way he was keeping her waiting, playing the-
Jaune suddenly seized her by the leash and yanked her painfully into place, on all fours, facing away from Jaune. As Blake subconsciously raised her ass up in anticipation, she cried out in surprise mingled with the ecstatic joy of knowing she was about to be-
A firm hand came down on Blake’s ass, bare beneath her skirt, with a vicious SMACK that made Blake go “EEEP!” Now Jaune was roused from his earlier reserve and the real Jaune, her boyfriend, no, her Master was-
SMACK!
“Th-thank you Master!” she squealed, just in time for another hard SMACK!
“THANK YOU!” Blake cried out, raising her ass even higher, hoping he saw how wet she was, how turned on she still was from this morning. An arousal that had been fanned higher and higher by the promise of punishment, and now, with Jaune’s handprint still throbbing on her ass, Blake’s inner heat had become unbearable. She needed him, needed her powerful, manly Owner to put her in her place, to remind her uppity side that she was a slutty pet for her human MASTER!
SMACK!
“Do you remember the rules?” Jaune growled, his voice so… so dominant and controlling that Blake wondered what other Beacon students, hell, what Goodwitch would think if she could hear it! The Jaune who was so much more than a pushover… but he’d given her a task, and that was far more important than thinking about other girls.
“G-good kitties get it in the pussy...” Blake began.
And Jaune finished: “Bad kitties take it up the ass.”
Oh boy. On this matter, Blake didn’t mince words: she was a little anal whore.
Gods it felt so good to be dirty! No elaborations, no sociological explanations, no complex rationalizations, just a girl who loved taking it up the butt and a boyfriend who was willing to punish his naughty, misbehaving kitty! She gasped as she felt the cool feeling of the lube applied to her asshole, Jaune slowly and thoroughly coating it for what was coming next. Even in this, in the height of him being the cruel human Master and her the worthless slutty cat, but he still made sure to take care of her.
And she certainly needed it because Jaune was so big! So very, very, very BIG! As she felt the tip of his dick press against her backdoor, she remembered how hard it was to fit him in her throat, and now, that same dick was going to be completely stuffing her bowels.
“NYAAAAAH!” she squealed, “P-pound my ass, nya! Pound your little slut cat!”
“It’s the only way to keep you in line!” Jaune roared, slamming away into her bowels without a hint of mercy or compassion. He was huge, utterly stretching her out as Blake’s mind frazzled and sparked from the uncontrollable pleasure of having her ass so utterly demolished by his shaft! “What you did this morning,” Jaune growled, reminding Blake of why she was in this mess, “was unacceptable! You filthy alley cat, you’re so insatiable that this is the only way I can get a moment’s peace!”
“I’m sorry! I’m SAW-RYYYYY!” Blake wailed, “I’m just a stupid animal! A cat in Heat! You make me so horny when you treat me like this!”
“At least you have a tight ass,” he grunted, thrusting into her and sending Blake over the edge into a powerful climax, her toes curling as she shamelessly yowled in pleasure. “Means you’re good for something, you dirty slu!” Gods, oh gods, she liked it when Jaune got mean with her! Something he was really committing to—Jaune’s fingers dug deep into her hips as he thrust away, just- just using her to get off! That was- that was all she was! Something to get a human off, a sex toy, a pet, oh gods, oh gods, she felt like she was already going to cum again!
Jaune gave her ass another ruthless SMACK as Blake could feel the familiar sensation of her boyfriend’s climax nearing. Oh, she needed it. Needed him to just- just utterly flood her, and as his dick twitched inside her bowels, Blake knew it was so… f-fucking… close...
With a primal, possessive growl, Jaune seized Blake and slammed his dick as deep into her as he could, sending Blake into a new paroxysm of dirty pleasure, and released deep inside her. Blake moaned as she felt his warm cream pumped into her, shot after shot, as Jaune emptied his balls into her for the second time today. Fuck, she was an amazing girlfriend and fuck if she didn’t love it!
Purring in contentment, Blake arched her back to feel the squish of Jaune’s lovely, thick cum inside her as he withdrew. She loved feeling how her body had to contort around the size of his organ, the reminder that, yes, he was hung like a horse, and yes, her body got put through the wringer for it. It was a pleasant soreness, like after a good workout, and it left the both of them very worn out. When Jaune was fully withdrawn from her, Blake felt a shiver come across her body, feeling Jaune’s cum oozing out of her ass, making her feel so… so dirty. Right now, she really was a little slut cat, even as Jaune gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her head and whispered, “Thanks for that, Blake, you were… incredible.”
“Mmmmm...” she giggled, “You were pretty good too, sweetie.”
Snuggling with Jaune afterwards, after the both of them had a chance to clean themselves up, Blake basked in the feeling of his arms around her. He was so… so strong, and yet, so gentle. Blake had known strong men, had once fallen in love with a strong man, but had never been held with such a gentle touch like Jaune did now.
“So...” Jaune asked, his voice laden with care as he gingerly broached the subject, “Do you… do you like being… treated like a cat? I know, I know,” he quickly cut in, “I trust that you say what you mean, but, well… I just want to check in, you know? To make sure that we’re okay and I haven’t… crossed any lines.”
He was sweet like that. Blake loved Jaune for being her Jaune, even if sometimes, he could stand to be a bit more assertive.
“I like...” she began, suddenly finding it so much harder to say what she was thinking now that she’d begun saying it, “I just… I like being… you know… submissive. And… and I like being your pet, your- your kitty and knowing how...” she was trying to have an emotional conversation with her boyfriend and yet it was turning her on! “I like how problematic it is,” she finally admitted, “I like that I can put aside the regular Blake Belladonna and be something nobody can know about me… nobody but you.”
Jaune smiled, stroking Blake’s hair as she snuggled in closer. He was so understanding, so sweet. There were so many things Blake… had a hard time dealing with about… herself. Not just her sexual interests, but her identity, her past, and Jaune was always there for her. No matter what. She was a very lucky girl to have him, and he… was a very lucky boy to get to fuck her ass like he just did.
Still, it gave Blake a moment to pause and think about Jaune’s perspective, his own balance of his dominant side and his gentler inclinations, and what might make it easier for him to understand what Blake wanted… and what might be a lot of fun to try...
“If you want to try something new...” Blake said with a blush, “I… I do have a bit of a… curiosity of how things are on the… the other side. You know, being a...”
“Being a switch?” Jaune asked.
“Yeah!” Blake nodded, “I think it might be… it might be a bit of fun to try being more dominant in the bedroom, myself.”
Jaune kissed her, soft and warm and loving, before giving her another kiss on the forehead and saying, “Just let me know if I’m doing the wrong thing when I’m playing the kitty cat.”
Blake looked at him, a playful twinkle in her eye.
“Maybe not a cat...”
But Jaune just smiled at her with that warm, reassuring smile that told her everything would be okay, opened his mouth and...
“Arf!”
