Black Gratification Chapter 12

I remember the days when Blake Belladonna had the potential to be a problem for me. Not in this life, but in another. There are many things that can be said for her personality, her methodology, her reactions to difficult situations, her approach to interpersonal relationships and her decision making skills. But for all of those characteristics that have a detrimental effect on her life in both the short and long term, one thing she is not is an idiot.

Yang Xiao-Long sadly rather fits the stereotype for her appearance. Ruby Rose is a genius but her genius centres around one specific subject, with a debatable minor aptitude for tactical planning. Weiss Schnee is booksmart but fails to apply it beyond structured, predetermined methods. Blake Belladonna? She has some booksmarts, some streetsmarts, an ability to read the writing on the wall. I remember in my previous life a situation in which she had everything she needed to utterly ruin every single one of my plans at the worst possible time. The only reason she didn’t was for having arranged her reactions to such things already. It doesn’t change that, had she the inclination, she could have destroyed me. And there would have been very little I could have done about it.

For as much as I don’t respect her for the many previously listed reasons, she does have a modicum of my respect for being so capable of undermining me, even if I wasn’t the same as I am now. If I gave her even the slightest amount of rope, she could hang me with it.

Naturally, this is not something I will allow to happen. It is not something I have allowed to happen.

Kali Belladonna had many things to offer as a choice at the very beginning of this endeavour. She was a component of a method to give me an immediate insert into a position of authority over every young woman at Beacon. She was also a component of a method to give me full control of my virility, up to and including the ability to guarantee pregnancy. Something she herself has now been on the receiving end of. And finally an aspect that was least among my reasons for choosing her, she offered an ability that gave me a gentle increase in my influence of faunus. An influence that grew stronger the more they were within my proximity. Those three things were all perfectly valid reasons to choose her. However, that last benefit was optional. A choice between it or another similar power.

And now that I have bred her like the depraved kitten she is, I now have access to that second power. The power to induce a heat-like state in any faunus that grows more severe the longer they are in my proximity. Not only does my presence allow me to make a faunus bitch protective, aroused or dependent on me, simply being around them for long enough will drive them wild. Push them into a mating frenzy. The effects are immediate but don’t build quickly. But if a faunus were, say, forced to stay in a room with me for a couple of hours straight? Well, Velvet was glad to demonstrate the effects of such a thing. Two hours was tolerable, though gave her an overwhelming desire to touch herself at the first opportunity. Three she desperately wanted me, or anyone inside her. Four she was begging me to fill her pussy with so much cum she would look pregnant.

Or... Was that fill her with so much cum until she was pregnant? I forget. Velvet says a lot of things. I rarely need to pay attention to them now that she’s an obedient fuck slave. She doesn’t even ask to get me inside her anymore. Any time she spends in my office she leaves herself entirely open to molestation or a good fucking at my convenience. Such a good bunny. Even now as I start wrapping up my lecture she sits behind my desk with vibrators quietly buzzing away in her holes. With my new status as a faunus orgy waiting to happen it’s best to give her arousal some relief so as not to raise any suspicions.

The other faunus students are given no such luxury. Every single one of them are up to their eyeballs in arousal. Each and every one will leave this class to either go masturbate, or try their hand at flirting in hopes of making some magic happen.

Not Blake though. She has been staring right at me ever since she came into the room and has not looked away once. A shame for her. The fact that she has something else, something more important to focus on lets her ignore her body’s demands, that’s all. The entire time she has been in this room she has been getting signals that she should rely on me. That she should depend on me. And on top of that she needs to get her cunt stuffed. Oh how I wonder what might happen with those two desires mixing in her brain for so long. Need. It’s a terrible, wonderful ability to impact someone’s needs. If she were in her right mind I imagine she would shy away, run from the conversation and questions she has for me. Instead...

“That’s it for this time,” I tell the class, many of them already shuffling to gather their things. “Remember your essay on the Minos case is due next Monday. Don’t slack off on it. The assignments are only going to get more intensive from here so learn some good habits now.”

“Professor,” Blake speaks up, pushing past Yang to come down to the floor of the lecture hall. “I need to talk to you.”

And there it is. Yes Blake. That is absolutely what you need. More than anything. “Of course. Is this about the assignment?”

“No, it’s... It’s... Personal,” she evades, even though we both know what she wants to talk about. Have to keep up appearances around the uninvolved.

“Well in that case, we can adjourn to my office.”

“P-Professor,” Velvet tries not to whine as she gets my attention.

“Not to worry my dear. Just come to my office in a couple of hours and we can handle that issue together.”

To that, she does let out a quiet whine but does as she’s told, staying sat behind the desk, suppressing her shakes as the vibrators make her cum again. It isn’t what she wants. The vibrators aren’t good enough for her anymore. Too bad. I have another to break in right now.

“So Blake,” I say as we walk the halls toward the staff offices, striking up small talk. I wonder if her team could smell her leaking pussy like I can right now. “How are you settling in with your team?”

“Umm... Fine, I guess,” she gives her short answer, her thighs rubbing together as I stare at her expecting elaboration. “Yang’s nice. Friendly. Weiss is... Pretty much what I expected. And Ruby, well she doesn’t let things be boring?”

I smirk slightly. “How diplomatic of you.”

“I guess. Ruby and Yang are good people. Kind of ignorant but well meaning.”

“Not ready to let them see the real you?”

She scowls at me even through her heated blush. “Weiss has already blown her lid over not getting to be team leader. I’m not dumb enough to put myself in her bitchy crosshairs for no good reason.”

“She’s that much of a problem?”

“Can’t believe I got put on a team with her. Her whole family is the biggest problem on Remnant.”

I smile but hold back my laughter. “A bold claim. One that perhaps doesn’t stand up to scrutiny given what you’re training to do here.”

She looks away, embarrassed. “I’d just be happy to see her taken down another peg or seven, that’s all.”

That’s my plan. In the long-term at least. Not sure when I’ll get around to our little ice princess but she’s certainly on the agenda. We approach my office door, with a deft movement my scroll unlocks it, the door sliding open. “After you,” I invite her. She walks past me, her shoulders slumped, her thighs still rubbing together as she walks. If I’m not mistaken, and I’m never mistaken, a drop of arousal is running down the inside of her leg. I shake my head, wondering whether she even realises the situation she’s gleefully walking into. For my actions on her behalf, I’m trusted. For the faunus-exclusive scent invading her body, I’m needed. For the desires flooding her body, I’m available.

My office door closes behind me, and so too does Blake’s chance of escaping her inevitable fate for even a single hour longer.

“Please, take a seat,” I offer. “Would you like anything to–”

“Did you have sex with my mom?”

I sniff, smile with both lips and eyes. “I see. Not even a moment’s hesitation once we’re in private. I respect that brand of forthrightness.”

She gives me a flat look, a judging look. “You haven’t denied it yet.”

“Yet,” my lips purse as I echo that last word. “Interesting choice of words. Do you genuinely believe I would? Or perhaps you’re holding out some hope that the conclusion you’ve come to is entirely wrong?”

“No, I don’t want to believe the man who saved me from the White Fang is also destroying my family!” she snaps, breathing harder. Perhaps from her anger. Or maybe because I switched from dependence to arousal, further raising the lusts she’s been working so hard to ignore.

I smirk. Her reactions are quick, but not quick enough to outmanoeuvre someone who can predict every move she makes before she makes it. So while her arm comes up to stop me with a split-second reaction, my hand simply snakes around it to snatch the bow from her head. “If you’re asking we be honest with each other Miss Belladonna, then lets put this little bit of dishonesty aside, shall we?” Her hand moves out, hoping to push me away but presses flat against my chest. Much of the fight goes out of her as my fingers scritch at her twitching ears. Her knees buckle just slightly as an unwanted yet pleased grunt escapes her throat.

“Now,” my voice rumbles as I step into her space, letting her drink even deeper of my presence, “As it happens, yes. I did indeed have sex with your mother. Or, no. I believe it may be more appropriate to say I fucked your mother.” My other hand slides under her shirt, stroking her waist and back as she quivers in my embrace. “I fucked her over and over again in that hotel room. I didn’t give her a moment’s reprieve. I throated her on my cock. Then I threw her on the bed and made her beg to get it in her pussy. I used her like a cheap whore and she loved every second.” I delight in the lustful horror written plainly on Blake’s face. “It didn’t even start there. That day you reunited with her, the moment you left she was so eager to give me my hero’s reward. Ever since we met, there was only one outcome for her. To become my eager little sex kitten. Just like you will be.”

She gasps as she feels my hands move to her panty-clad ass, pulling her body against mine so she can feel all of me. Is it for that reason she doesn’t speak right away? Or is it the delay of her needing to convincer herself her body is lying to her. “Not a chance! I’ll... I’ll stop you! And I’ll save her from you and take Mom home!”

Telling me her plans out loud. Either she’s an idiot, or she’s telling herself that’s what she should do. Unfortunately, “Save her from me? Once again your words break from your reality. There is nothing to save her from. I gave her what she wanted those weeks ago, enough that she felt she had to return on the first ship back to see me again. Your mother was an eager slut from the very beginning.” My fingers sneak between her legs from the back, gathering a swab of her sexual juices that stain her panties. “Just like you are.”

“That’s–!” she gasps again as those fingers of mine slide her panties aside to stroke at her folds directly. “That’s–!”

“Proof,” I finish for her, digits diving into her quim to stir her insides. “Your body knows what it wants. Desperate for it. Like mother, like daughter. You should just admit it. You’ve wanted this for a while. All those,” I take a deep breath in through my nose, luxuriating in the scent of her uncontrollable lust, “All those pictures you sent me. That one with your leg hiked up on the sink to show off your wet, shining pussy for me. Were they all innocent, harmless fun? Or the desperate cry of a depraved slut ready to be released?”

“I... You...” She struggles to answer as her body pleads with her to just give in. To let me take her, to satisfy her. “You did something to me! That has to be it! I’m... I’m not like this! I’m not–!”

Ooh! Clever kitten! Once again proving just how right I was to not even give her a chance. I turn her around, holding her possessively. Her blouse ripped open and one hand roughly grasping her breast. The other under her skirt and panties, plunging two fingers into her soaked slit. “Do you really believe that? Or is that just something you want to believe. Just another chance for you to run away from the truth. Just like with your parents. Just like with Auburn. A scared kitten running from her shame. I think it might be time for you to face reality, kitten. You were always this deep down. Now it’s all coming to the surface and your body will never forget it. Why not just...” I unsheathe my monster that has been grinding against her ass, the shaft of hard flesh slapping against her soaked panties. “Give in.”

“I...” She can feel it. The fat cock sliding against her slit through a thin, sodden layer of clothing. The barrier might as well not even be there and with a single tearing pull, it isn’t. “Hnn!” She squeals through closed lips as she feels the heat of it directly. “I... Please...” she whimpers desperately.

“Please what, Miss Belladonna? Share with the class.”

“Please...” I can see it. The moment her will shatters. Stewing so long in the building heat of her body, then the combined assault of reinforcing it with her own desire. It’s too much. This was a war she was never prepared to wage and so her defense crumbles. “Please p... Put it in.”

I smile. With satisfaction but also a twinge of disappointment. Another faunus. Another broken cocksleeve with barely any effort. I’m glad I’ll be done with breaking them for a while, at least until the other schools arrive. Still, if this isn’t as sweet a moment as I’d like, I can at least get my own additional amusement from it in other ways. “Put it in? What do you mean?”

“Please don’t make me...!” she whines, her hips bucking against me as though that could somehow get my cock inside her.

“You know the rules of my class, Miss Belladonna. Give proper answers. Clear and complete. What do you want?”

“I...” Her dignity is shredded, now all that’s left is to scatter the tattered fabric to the winds. “I want you t-to fuck me. I want... I n-need your cock inside me.”

“Your mother said largely the same thing. Or are you somehow different from her?”

She swallows, shame coming off of her in waves. “N-no. I’m a f-filthy slut for your cock, just like she is.” Her eyes squeeze shut, practically shouting, “Please Professor! I need it!”

“Was that so terrible?” I ask, pulling back, Blake stilling in anticipation as my crown presses against her folds, then punches through them. Her pussy spreads open for me as easily as any could. I drive myself to the hilt in a single thrust. And once again, like mother like daughter, Blake is utterly overwhelmed by the sensation of the cock she literally begged to receive. Her golden eyes cross, her entire body shakes and quakes, her legs give out under her. As she rides out her instantaneous climax, the only thing supporting her weight is my hand mauling her breast and the shaft splitting her in two.

My free hand grabs her by the hip, letting me manoeuvre her toward a wall of my office and press her against it. Then, the ramming begins. I’m not gentle with Blake. I have no need to be. I can’t hurt her with sex, even discounting the effects of aura. Thanks to that, I’m glad to ravage her slippery hole without remorse or restraint. She can only make delirious, guttural grunts and groans as her body is jostled by titanic fuckmeat driving into her.

“You know, Kali was about as skilled as you,” I muse aloud, not sure if she can even understand or register my words but the humiliation is fun for me. “I would have thought an older, more experienced woman would be more able. But I suppose that doesn’t account for you Belladonna sluts being overwhelmed so quickly and easily. All you can do is ride it out and take it like a good whore.”

I get no better response than a more pronounced whine, her body quaking again as a spurt of fluid sprays out of her. “And of course you have other uses. For example, your mother will make a fine breeding bitch. She’s a little older but that’s perfectly fine. I even already got started, isn’t that exciting? You’re going to have a half-sibling! In fact, how about you join her. I’m going to drown your pussy either way but would you like that? You and your mother side-by-side, matching pregnant bellies, your breasts overflowing with milk?” She doesn’t respond, save for more desperate gulps of air between grunts of passionate ecstasy. “Perhaps that’s how we’ll let your father know. It’s only polite to tell him. We can send him a video of his wife and baby girl pregnant and getting fucked side by side. It’s important to keep up with family, after all.”

Yes, I’m fairly certain she can’t hear me at all anymore. The only thing her brain can focus on is the explosion of her pleasure centres. Well, might as well enjoy the moment. I peel away the rest of the clothes that survived on her person, stripping her naked. “From now on when we’re in private, you aren’t permitted to wear clothes. You’re here for my enjoyment. You enjoying it too is just a pleasant side benefit.”

“Can’t...” she manages to say, just a single word.

“Pardon?”

“Cumming,” she squeals, her pussy clamping down on me again. “Can’t stop...! Nnnngh! Nnnahah! Can’t take it! Fill me! Please fill me! Make it stop!”

That’s certainly a first. So overwhelmed she’s begging me to stop making her cum. “When I’m ready,” is my simple answer. She doesn’t dictate terms. No one dictates terms to me. Except Salem but she’ll get hers.

Blake’s guttural grunts turn to an extended, pitiful whine that jumps in pitch as her pussy flutters every few seconds. Her body completely defeated, her mind dragged down with it. She’ll never recover from this. She’s mine.

I slam into her, drive myself all the way into her until the shape of my cock bulges out of her abdomen. Within a second, her womb is bloated with my seed and yet continues to fill, sprays of white spurting out from her plugged pussy. She should be feeling intense strain as she’s forced to take more than her body was ever meant to. And yet instead her reaction is utter bliss. The only possible reaction to the roaring inferno inside her body being doused by my soothing cum inside her womb.

The story I told her. The scenario I suggested. It runs through my mind over and over. In the end, I can’t resist it. Blake will also carry my child, just like her mother. I look forward to filming that video.

But for now...

My cock falls out of her as I pull her down to the floor of my office. A small river of cum flows out of her abused hole but Velvet can clean that up. With her tongue? Yes, that should be fun. In the meantime I put Blake on her hands and knees, lining myself up with her tight little asshole, giving no warning before I start driving in. The cat faunus yowls at the sudden penetration of her tightest hole, only lubricated by her juices and my seed. I’m going to break her in in every possible way. Get the most out of her body. Then afterwards I can figure out what I want to do with her loyalty.

... It occurs to me. With Ren, Velvet and Blake, I own someone in all three of the important teams. Perhaps it’s about time I leverage those connections. If I’m going to supply Summer’s project, I’m going to need something more worthwhile than what I have now.