Black Gratification Chapter 11

Blake Belladonna had a serious problem. Well... She had a couple of serious problems and one not so serious. The least serious was Yang. They had become decent friends after the selfie session a few days ago. The blonde was an outspoken girl who wasn’t shy about her interests. A charming and gregarious girl. They got to know one another, more than Blake had done with her other teammates though for one of them that shouldn’t have come as a surprise. They spent time together outside of class. They shared their interests. Yang hadn’t been particularly inclined toward books but she had warmed up to them when she realised a good third of Blake’s collection were... Lewd in nature. None of that was the problem though. The problem was accidentally absorbing Yang’s manner of speech. She liked to think of herself as well-spoken, so picking up bits of Yang’s favourite slang was not something she was happy about.

The second problem, the one that wouldn’t be too serious so long as she didn’t do anything drastic... Well, to put it how Yang would putt it, ‘After sending those sweet selfies to Prof Moriarty she realised she was way into his mad DILF energy.’

Ugh, just thinking that sentence made her want to throw up a little bit. If she ever ended up genuinely talking like that she might have to just end it all.

She had been glad for the first bit of alone time she had gotten in the dorm room after sending him those pictures. She had rubbed her pussy raw for being so wound up, cum so hard and so often she needed to wash her bedsheets and open a window to let the smell out before anyone came back. But as she cleaned up, the realisation of exactly what she had done had caught up to her. She had sent lewd pictures to one of her teachers! She might as well have been masturbating in one of them! He had seen everything! What would he do with those pictures? Would he... Would he touch himself looking at them?

Well, that had gotten her masturbating in the shower. But once she was done with that, her mind conjured less favourable outcomes. Favourable? Wait, no, less pleasant–... Bad outcomes. He might make use of those pictures for personal enjoyment but what if he told the headmaster? Or Professor Goodwitch? She couldn’t imagine the stern disciplinarian would take kindly to a student making a pass at a teacher. And that was what those pictures would look like.

Who was she kidding. That’s what those pictures were. She was just too much of a coward to admit it.

And as the week continued, she could tell he had taken it that way. His was their final class of the week. The entire class, he would take a moment every little while to send her these long, lingering looks. His eyes reminding her what she did. His smirk telling her she was a naughty girl for doing it. It showed her he wouldn’t be telling the other teachers about it but it also drenched her panties every time his eyes moved her way.

But that was nothing compared to when she happened to pass him in the halls. He would walk right up to her, give her an ever so slight smile as he brushed past her and greet her with, “Miss Belladonna.” It was like he was speaking the words directly into her pussy. Her knees buckled, her nostrils flared as she took in his scent. She had it bad. How did it get this bad this quickly? If she had been able to think straight at all when thinking of him she might have thought it suspicious that it happened so often. But the only conclusion she could come to was that she was desperate for a comforting presence after Auburn, that she had somehow latched on to the first person she found attractive. Made all the worse by how he cared for and supported her.

Maybe that was why she was still denying herself from jumping him or sending him more pictures with an invitation. If she was so smitten just because she wanted someone to rely on then she was just repeating what happened with Auburn. She couldn’t let herself be that person again, no matter how much her body was begging her to. She’d just have to take a lot of long showers from now on. Long, intense showers.

But, that was only the second of her three problems. The third?

‘Blake! I’m back in Vale! Your father sends his love. How about we meet up and talk? I want to catch up with you and hear all about Beacon! - Mom’

Her mom had come back. She had only been gone for not even two weeks, and she was already back. This was an outcome Blake had been a little afraid of. That when they had reconnected she would get a little overprotective. Hover around her needlessly. And sure enough, after so short a time Kali Belladonna had come right back to Vale as soon as she possibly could, asking to spend time with her. Blake understood. Of course she did. And really she only had herself to blame. But as much as she understood her mistakes led to this she still had her own life to lead.

Maybe she was overthinking it. Besides, she had no room to complain when she had been terrified her parents would hate her. Her mother had every right to want to keep in touch.

So, Blake had accepted the invite. Arrived at her mom’s hotel ready to take her out into Vale. She put a smile on her face before knocking on the hotel room door, her nose wrinkling at the strange smell tickling her nostrils. 

But before she could consider it further, the door opened and she was pulled into her mother’s welcoming bosom. “Blake!” Kali squealed, squeezing her daughter into a tight hug, planting a kiss on her forehead. “It’s so good to see you again!”

“It’s not been that long, Mom,” Blake murmured into her mother’s chest as the older woman swung from side to side.

“It’s never too soon to hug my kitten!” Kali countered with a grin before releasing her daughter. “Come in, I’ll just be a couple of minutes getting ready and then we can go.”

Blake followed Kali into the hotel room. Almost as soon as she crossed the threshold her eyes dilated, her nostrils flared, her whole body shuddered in joy. “Uh, Mom? Does... Does something smell funny to you?” she asked, licking her lips, swallowing.

The older faunus twitched, her movements becoming ever so slightly stiffer as she moved about the room gathering what she needed. “I have no idea what you mean. It’s rude to say your mother smells, Blake.”

“No,” she protested weakly, “That’s not what I–!”

“There we go,” Kali announced, grabbing her bag. “All ready! Now I want to hear all about your time at Beacon. They assign people to teams don’t they? Tell me about yours!” the mother badgered as she ushered her daughter out the door again.

The former resistance fighter found herself unable to resist her mother’s careful bustling of her out of the hotel room. She barely got a moment to think, to consider what she just experienced, what she had noticed. That was a familiar scent. One she had gotten to know intimately over the past week from all of her teacher’s constant teasing. She would recognise that scent anywhere.

Her last thought before she was entirely swept up into her mother’s pace by peppered questions. The smell had been intense. Stronger than she had ever experienced it before. That meant... It couldn’t have meant that. Could it?

-(-)-

Several hours earlier

I stand outside of Kali’s hotel room. I don’t knock. I wait. Only two seconds pass before Kali is opening the door for me. Her eyes light up. From behind my back I proffer a bouquet of flowers that she takes, wrinkles her nose and sets aside. She has no interest in the flowers. Instead she moves forward and presses herself against me. Her soft, motherly body moulding against mine as she breathes deeply through her nose. “You shouldn’t have brought flowers,” she manages to say, her voice shaky.

“Oh? I thought they were a rather nice gesture.”

“I don’t need them,” she insists. “It... Sends the wrong message.”

Well. One of those statements is true. She doesn’t need flowers. To her, I produce a hundred times more pleasant an aroma than any flower on the planet. Though they look rather nice. But as for the other statement... “Sending the wrong message. An interesting choice of words. After all, I received a message recently from a married woman begging to see me. Was that also the wrong message?”

She doesn’t answer with words, not right away. Instead she pulls me into her room and closes the door behind us. She takes a step away, then two, each one seeming like agony. Like she’s fighting herself. “I...” Her hands wring, her eyes dip from my eyes down and down further before she tears them away from my crotch. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I told Blake I’m back, that it was so we could keep in touch. But it wasn’t just for her. It wasn’t even mostly for her. I,” she swallows hard, one hand coming up to her neck to unfasten her shrug and pull it away discarding it on the bed. “I need you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, not even my husband. It’s like I can’t get enough of you. Just on the boat trip back to Menagerie I couldn’t stop thinking about your touch. About...” The sash goes next, leaving her in just her short hakama that doesn’t even cover her thighs properly. “About having you inside me again. Please James. I need you.” 

Her tone is pleading. Begging. A voice I’m familiar with from Velvet but of an entirely different level of desperation. Velvet I drew in over the course of a few days before giving her what she needed. Since then she hasn’t gone more than a couple of days before getting one of her holes plugged and filled. But Kali? One night. On her insistence. After all, she had a husband to get back to, didn’t she? For my ‘heroic’ deeds she was willing to break her vows for a single night of pleasure. Or so she had told herself as a convenient excuse. But after that? She left Vale to return home. Still addicted to me but entirely unable to sate the needs I inspired in her.

So here she is. At a guess, she took the first boat back from Menagerie to get here so soon. Now here she is, stripping for a man who isn’t her husband. Sweating and panting with need. Begging him to fuck her. Her dignity and pride thrown away to get another taste of what she craves.

“You need me,” I echo, taking a step toward her that sees her straighten in anticipation. “I see. In that case I have some conditions before I give you what you need.”

“Anything,” she breathes, her eyes dilated.

“First, your husband will never touch you again. You’re mine. Only I get to dictate who enjoys your body.”

She looks down. Ashamed. Ashamed because she already came here expecting to betray her husband. “I understand.”

“Second. I have a town house in the residential district. You will move your things there.”

“Yes.”

“Third.” I step directly in front of her, her yellow eyes staring up at me with hope. Seeing her like this, you wouldn’t think she were a mature woman with an adult daughter. As pathetic and desperate as a teenager with a hopeless crush. “And finally. Kneel.”

She doesn’t say anything .Doesn’t need to. She capitulates happily to my final demand, one knee then the other dropping to the carpet. I adjust my pants and unfasten them, letting my semi-erect cock spring free. The first time she was in this situation she was about to do this, but got so desperately horny she begged we move right on to her getting fucked. Well this time I won’t be denied. She lets out a shuddering moan as the hefty shaft flops down over her face, letting her get well acquainted with the scent that drove her over the edge before.

“Get to it.”

She wants it. Needs it inside her. If worshipping the giant fuckstick will make that happen she’ll pray to it like it’s her almighty god. Shower it with wet kisses and licks, taste every square inch of hardening dick meat. Weigh the hefty balls like their contents are the most valuable commodity on Remnant. A feast that her pussy desperately needs to devour.

Her lips encircle the head, beginning the herculean effort of sliding my cock into her mouth. She isn’t thinking well enough to marvel at how she’s somehow managing to get the absurdly girthy shaft to fit between her lips. Her eyes tell me everything. The only answer she seeks is whether I approve of her efforts so far. My hand brushes her hair, runs through it to rest at the back of her head in a gentle caress. Her eyes close, relishing the joy that comes with my approval... Then snap wide as she feels the sudden pressure as I force her down to take my cock into her throat. “Ghhhhk!” the sputters around the stiff cockflesh as it begins invading her tight, constricting gullet.

“That’s it, well done,” I offer bland, meaningless encouragement for her efforts as I start fucking her head on my cock. “You’re doing well. Just take it like a good whore.”

“Mmh! Ghlk! Ghlk!” she chokes on it, her eyes rolling from the uncomfortable but not painful onslaught of a rough throatfucking. Then, as suddenly as it started, it ends. My meat slides out of her throat, then out past her lips. The married woman gasps for breath, a spray of spit following my cock and spraying over her body.

I don’t give her time to recover. Pulling her up, I near tear her last remaining garments off and throw her onto the bed. “Hands and knees.” She scrambles to obey, pointing her soaked pussy in my direction. “Excellent.” Moving behind her I take my cock in hand and swipe at her soaked folds, making sure to smear her copious juices all over it before pressing into her.

“Yes...” she whispers, begs, “Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes please more, please, please, I missed it so much...”

“You’re mine now, do you understand?” I state. Not a question of if she really is mine. A declaration that this is her new circumstance, her new state of being. Even as she begs I don’t move further than a single inch inside her. If she gets what she wants it’s purely because I feel inclined to give it to her. “You are now mine to use as I please. Say it.”

“I’m yours. Please use me. Please fuck me!” Her hips rock back, her body demanding she get more of my cock inside her.

I meet her movement. As she rocks back my hips slam forward, jamming over a foot of thick cock into her in a single thrust. Her body, so eager to get exactly this ever since I arrived, finds itself unable to accommodate the sudden and overwhelming penetration. Her arms give. her knees slip out from under her as the force of my thrust rocks her forward. Catching her thighs I hold her up in a wheelbarrow position. I might as well be snapping my fingers for how easy it is to make a faunus cum. Quick and easy slaves to put toward my own purposes. All I have to do is spend time around them to make them easier to manipulate. Then more time will let me break down every inhibition they have and turn them into desperate, needy whores. It’s easy. Too easy. Once in a while it’s pleasant to break a bitch in a day or two. 

Then again, there’s only one more faunus left for me to turn into the slut she was born to be. At least for the time being. And wouldn’t you know it, there’s a connection ripe for exploitation right here. Kali has already betrayed her husband. Next I think it’s time she helps teach her daughter her proper place.

But that’s for later. For now I have to turn Blake’s loving, doting mother into a cock-drunk mess. Or rather, it’s a process already well underway. She tries once or twice to get her hands under her again. The first time she shudders, collapsing again as her lust-soaked body climaxes a second time. Her upper body slumping down to mash her tits against the mattress again. She tries again but I’m too amused by her failed attempts to regain some dignity for me to let her succeed, sending a particularly strong thrust into her grasping pussy.

She doesn’t try again. Simply gives in to me, lets me ram into her motherly body and user her as my cocksleeve. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she slurs, her words hitching with every pound into her cunt.

“I can use you however I please.”

“Yes. Like this. More like– Mmmmnh!” She cums again, hands scrabbling at the bedsheets as her body goes mad for a brief, ecstasy-filled moment.

“And now I’m going to prove you’re mine.” I pull out of her, flip her over and ram right back in. “This,” I place a hand over her womb, “I’m going to use this. I’m going to breed you now, Kali Belladonna.”

A flicker of lucidity comes back to her eyes. “What?”

“I’m going to put a child, my child, inside of you. You’re never going back to your husband. You’re all mine.” 

“Wait–”

“And this,” I grunt, my hips slamming forward to shove my cock as deep as it will go. Cum bursts from inside, spraying, pouring inside of her waiting womb. “This proves it better than anything else could!”

“Ah-ahhhh!” Kali shrieks, not in horror but from what appears to be an unwanted fourth orgasm triggered by her body getting what it really wants. “You... You...!”

“You didn’t think those promises I had you make were idle ones, did you?” I ask, leaning over her to brush a hand across her cheek. “You’re mine. I’m going to keep you for the rest of your life. This,” my other hand rests over her womb, “This is the proof. And this,” I continue as I use an old trick with aura to restore my flagging erection, “Is putting words to action.” Not even thirty seconds after finishing, I get right back to fucking my new slut all over again.

Over an hour later, Kali is fully unconscious. Without awakened aura I’m by far too much for her when I’m not holding back. Out of curiosity I pick up her scroll sitting innocently on the bedside table. An old model. Unsurprising. The population of Kuo Kuana probably see them as excessive luxuries. As an important figure of course Kali would have one, but not anything fancy. She has a message from her husband wishing her safe travels. A back and forth exchange with Blake arranging for some mother-daughter bonding time. It seems she’ll be here in a few hours.

I look at the passed out woman on the bed, my cum soaking the bedding beneath her as it leaks out of her abused pussy. She’ll probably clean up after herself. Do her best to erase my presence here. I doubt she expected our reunion to be quite so enthusiastic if she made plans to see Blake the same day. It’s... Mildly inconvenient. There’s no chance that Kali will be able to conceal my presence here after Blake got so intimate with my particular scent. She’ll know.

Then again, does that matter? She’s going to end up my pet sooner rather than later regardless. She’s the last faunus left. Then I can start chasing more interesting conquests. Besides, it’s only fair that Blake get a little forewarning about her new stepfather. And the father of her future stepsibling.

I smirk. Yes. If I accept the outcome, then I may as well ensure it will be the outcome. I make certain to mark certain things. Just a little dab of sweat left behind on certain objects around the room. As a final step I add an alarm onto Kali’s scroll to go off an hour before Blake is due to arrive. Just enough time to make a good go of cleaning up. Not long enough to dedicate herself to erasing any trace of me.

Soon, Blake. Soon.