A New Kitten Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Full of fish and a mixed combo of liquor, Weiss felt floaty as they deliberated on what desert to partake in. "Chocolate!" She hiccuped lightly, lavishing her tongue tauntingly over one of Blake's bottles of beer.

"I know, but there are like seven different chocolate desserts. Plus, do we want chocolate fruit or just chocolate? Or maybe chocolate caramel? Or with coffee? Ice cream?"

"Choccolt" Weiss moaned as she nearly deep throated the whole bottle. Holy fucking how was Blake supposed to think with Weiss doing that?

"Have we made a decision?" The server came back around at what Blake knew would be an overly mortifying moment for the heiress if she knew what she was doing.

"Choccolt!" Weiss demanded again and pulled back off the bottle, revealing it to the server in the dark. Blake could see how shocked the innocent woman was at the sight, but somehow it passes by Weiss entirely- horny hypnosis, that was how. It was decisively how and Blake knew it.

"Yes well, we have several-"

"The chocoholic cake with vanilla ice cream on the side." Blake ordered for them in a rush.

"Yay!" Weiss cheered before turning to the near empty daiquiri where she attempted to lick it up from the bottom of the wide glass. Fucking hell! Blake crossed her legs and tried to focus.

"Is… is she…?" The innocent server timidly questioned the whole of Weiss's actions.

"She's just had a lot g day, and… I suspect she is not all too used to drinking. So, it seems to be hitting her extra hard." Blake tried to explain away, but then Weiss began moaning into the daiquiri like she was doing the exact thing Blake couldn't purge from her mind. "And… I've very clearly not been tending to my girlfriend well enough." Blake defended as best she could.

"Alright, just… make sure she doesn't drive home… or lose her top or anything?" The waitress requested timidly.

"Can do!" Blake affirmed.

“Sup with her?” Weiss gruffed as if the server had been an overt prude, all the while, still trying to get the last of her daiquiri through a method that could only be described as simulated cunnilingus on the glass.

“I- nothing sweetie.” Blake grumbled under her breath and tried to press her thighs together.

“Mhmm, kay!” Weiss popped her head up and cleaned her face with a breathtakingly long and adept tongue.

Blake groaned and hid her face in her hands. It was the only way to hope no one else would notice that she was near igniting on fire with her burning flush.

“Hey, Blake~” Weiss cooed teasing and eager.

“Yes Kitten?”

“I love you.” Weiss giggled, but sounded like she planned to say more.

“I love you too.”

“Yeah… But, I really love you.” Weiss snickered to herself and moved back to the bottle.

“I really love you too Kitten.”

“Yeah, but… I like… love you so much… so much that I wanna… wanna get down on my knees and… and make my Owner really hap-”

“Weiss!” Blake yelped in a strained voice.

“And here we are!” The waitress placed the large slice of cake down on the table with a wide grin. “And, here’s this.” She patiently dropped off the bill towards Blake.

“Thanks.” Blake forced a weary smile.

“Take care.” The server offered and scurried back off to the kitchen to help in closing up or something else.

“Mhmm, you know what would be nice?” Weiss cooed, picking up, not exactly where she left off, but on a similar note. “It’d be so nice if you fucked my face nice and hard again, if you grabbed me by my hair and forced me to eat or suck you off… I loved the feeling of Owner fucking my face, making me all her’s. Wanna be your good gir-”

“Weiss! Desert! Don’t you want some chocolate?” Blake looked up to the sight of Weiss sucking on one of her fingers. “I turned my girlfriend into a bimbo.” Blake groaned under her breath.

“Hehe, your bimbo.” Weiss giggled.

“Yup, yup I did.”

“Cake!” Weiss squealed and scrambled to find her fork and dive in.

“Yup, cake.” Blake shuttered, already allocating the money for the bill so they could run out as soon as they finished. She would need to have Weiss as soon as she could, and fiddling with her lien later would quickly drive her insane if it were the last thing holding her up from fucking Weiss’s pretty new lips.

It was an indulgent cake, delicious and warmed slightly for serving. Perfect when paired with the ice cream. It certainly wasn’t the fresh harvested vanilla bean ice cream Weiss was used to, but Weiss to enjoy all the same. She certainly licked her spoon a lot. With desert finished, and the lien already set out over the bill, Blake was quick to grab her Kitten by the hoodie and practically drag her back to their home. Not that much dragging had to be done… Weiss eagerly managed her way back to her feet and near pushed Owner along as she sniffed and licked into Blake's neck eagerly. “Mhmm Owner! Owner! Wanna… lick, suck, eat, taste! Please! Owner smells good! Wanna!” She nearly pushed Blake over as she continued to rush them back home.

“Ok! Ok Kitten!” Blake laughed, nearly falling over as she tried to keep up with Weiss.

“Tasty, taste good. Want more, want you, want~” Weiss moaned as she sucked harder at Blake’s neck.

“Aww, Kitten sounds like she’s about to cum?” Blake snickered and turned around to pick up her kitten for the last stretch of the way home.

“Oop! Hehe! Yeah!” Weiss licked her lips. “Wanna kiss…” Her eyes locked on Blake’s lips.

“I wanna kiss you too love. I wanna kiss you too.”

Weiss whined. “Please Owner! Please!”

“Aww, but just one, I don’t want you-” Blake was interrupted by Weiss’s lips on hers and desperately kissing her with all she had.

It was a beautiful kiss. Weiss could barely keep up with herself as her body felt so so good. Why did it feel so good? She didn’t care! What does it matter? It just mattered that it felt good and that Blake was the one doing it to her as she kissed back. Oh fuck! Her walls tightened and Weiss began to lose herself just a little more. Everything of the night had been so wonderful, so perfect. From Blake being just a little overly dominant with her and ordering most of her meal for her to something about the whole night just being a little warm and her arousal building constantly. The only hint of a mark on the wonderful evening was Blake’s reluctance to share her issues, but Owner had been brave, had been honest and shared such an intimate and scary fact about herself. Weiss only wished she could be that strong, that brave. What it would be like to be as wonderful as Owner.

Because Owner was wonderful. Flaws and all, Weiss loved Owner so much, and her lips just felt so good and her walls clamped again and it was just too much and suddenly she could feel it. Uncontrollable as Blake sucked and nipped on her lower lip, Weiss lost her breath and “Ahh~!” She squealed as she came, soaking through her skirt and dripping her release down onto the wood of Blake’s deck.

“Aww Kitten, did you just cum? And all from just a little kiss?” Blake’s low taunting voice made Weiss wish she could just go again even as she felt a familiar soreness in her lips and somehow her tongue too- though, that was probably just from the fervent kissing session.

“Hmm- Ahh!” Weiss squealed again at Blake dropping her legs, but only to pin her against the wall of the home.

Blake growled low into Weiss’s ear and the Kitten could feel her slick dribbling tauntingly down her thighs. One was not enough. She had always been a little greedy, but greed barely covered what she was now. She was craven; a desperate craven little slut for her Owner and the worst part was that she absolutely loved every moment of it.

Blake’s firm hands pressed Weiss’s shoulders painfully against the wooden bards that covered the outside of the beach house, Each edge pressed hard into her back, and she felt trapped in the best way. “Do you want to remember now my Kitten?”

“R- remember?” Weiss felt herself slip a little. Since when had the night grown so dark? Wasn’t it a full moon earlier? Her eyelids bobbed back open just a little and she could see the moon’s light again at the sensation of Blake biting lovingly into her neck. “Ohhh fuck.”

“Do you remember Kitten?”

“R- remember.” Weiss repeated and the light dimmed once more. “Remember?” She questioned and the thought that she was missing time seemed to slip back to her. When had she gotten dressed for the date? What happened between laying in Blake’s arms and suddenly already heading off to the restaurant. “Wait.. what happened? Why… why do I feel so fuzzy? So… good.” Weiss questioned and looked down to seem them both being illuminated by her tattoo shining through her damp skirt. “Oh fuck… I- I’m so horny… I… I need Owner so bad!” She licked her lips and moaned. “L- lips… tongue…”

“That’s it, remember? Laying on my couch an cumming for me again and again like a good girl?”

“R… remember…” Weiss could see the edges of the memories but the rest was foggy, like a burned photograph, only the corners still visible.

“You sucked my fingers so good; didn't you like being a good little oral slut?” The final term kicked everything loose in Weiss’s brain and not only could she remember it all, but all the pleasure of it seemed to wash back through her all at once. Somehow, she was already cumming all over again. Her lips felt so blissfully sore, so soft and plump, like they were made to suck and lick and for her to be just what she was; an obedient little oral slut eager to devour whatever her Owner wanted her to.

“Blake! Blake! Blake!” Weiss blurted out in a slurred stammer and she tried to fall to her knees in front of Blake, but Owner pinned her hard to the wall. It was almost challenging to breathe against the strong hands on her chest; that sent an entirely new thrill through Weiss. What might it be like to be denied even oxygen by her owner.

“Yes Kitten?” Blake teased.

“Please! Please! Let me! Let me be a good oral slut! Wanna be your good oral slut! Please!” Weiss demeaned herself and only dripped more for it. Fuck, she could feel release and wettness that just begged for more dripping all the way down to her ankles.

“You sure? You’ll have to be extra good, extra obedient for me. You think you can be good enough to earn eating my pussy?”

“Yes! Please! Whatever you wish!”

“Good Kitten. Good… we can work with that.” Blake grabbed Weiss by her new collar and dragged her along inside, the needy Kitten dripping her adoration in a train behind them.

Weiss was painting by the time Blake dragged her all the way back to her room. Brothers, it smelled so heavily of Owner. The scent alone felt like it might be enough to send her into another heat. That couldn’t happen though right? If just smelling her Owner could send her into a heat, Weiss was in for a world of trouble, always being fertile and desperate to be bred… then again, was that any type of trouble she didn’t want desperately? Being fucked silly the night prior had been delightful, and there was no part of her that could come up with a reason why she didn’t want it again and again for the rest of her whole fucking life. Even more so if it meant her life could be forever spent with her loving owner. And… maybe if Blake was there, she could even handle the idea of taking a little one or two to term; starting a nice cozy little faunus family.

“There.” Blake announced and literally yanked Weiss from her thoughts as she tugged on a nice leather leash newly connected to Weiss’s collar

“Hnhh!” Weiss whimpered and melted, nearly falling to the ground at the sensation of her whole body being possessively tugged.

“That’s it. There’s my good Kitten.” Blake praised, a hand raising to Weiss’s cheek, caressing it and pressing her thumb to Weiss’s lips. The Kitten of course couldn’t stop herself from sucking on the finger nice and lewdly. She moaned and purred onto it, working herself up all the while. She was so close, she could taste her climax right there and if only~! But Blake pulled the finger away. “You want to be good, right?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl. Then, and I need you to answer this honestly, can you go slow? Or will you not be able to control that newly slutified mouth of yours?”

“I-” Weiss paused for a moment as she began to take in the room once more, she spotted the open nightstand drawer, the one that had held whatever gave Blake her cock the other night. She could also see that the bottle of dust had been taken out and opened. Blake was asking if she could be patient enough to take her time and be understanding of Blake’s issues with her body as it was. Then she saw the look in Blake’s eyes… she was scared. “Own- Blake.” Weiss forced her desperation down.

“It’s ok if you can’t Kitten.”

Weiss found herself doing something unexpected in response to that; something she was shocked she had the strength to do, but there she was doing it. And she felt like she were watching from three meters away. “No.” She whispered as calm hands took to the leash and undid it from her collar. “W- Weiss tonight.” She studdered slightly but found her stride again. “And, Weiss can go slow for Blake. Even if Kitten couldn’t for Owner, I can for you; if you need, I will always be here, separate and the same, but… different.” Boldly, Weiss recapped the dust bottle and slipped it back inside the nightstand, closing the drawer. “I can control it, for you.”

“I love you.” Blake’s arm wiped her face clean in a rush as Weiss looked back to her.

“May I? If I go slow? And promise not to bite?” Weiss slowly slipped into a crouch and then fell to her knees in front of Blake. “I love you, and I can go as slow as you need.” She offered, more in control of herself that she thought herself ever capable of- even from before all this, before all the modifications. Maybe… maybe Blake’s modifications had been more than skin or skull deep- maybe Weiss was just growing; growing with the woman she loved.

“P- please.” Blake nodded and wiped her face clean again.

“You’re sure?” Weiss gently rested her cheek against Blake’s hip, patiently trying to go slow and ease Blake toward this.

“I’m sure.”

“Would you like me to undo your pants?” Weiss snuggled slightly, the slightest indulgence she’d allow Kitten before she got to lapping up Blake’s cream.

“Please.” Blake nodded.

“Ok love.” Gentle hands soothed up Blake’s legs, admiring her muscular build and calming her as they approached Blake’s belt. She was slow, timid as she undid it, slipped it off and pulled it loose. Weiss pressed gentle kisses just over the hem of Blake’s pants as she unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. “Is this alright?”

“Yeah.” Blake nodded timid and clearly a little scared.

“We don’t have to.” Weiss offered the same way Blake had earnestly offered the same to her multiple times before.

“I want to.” Blake affirmed.

“I love you.” Weiss kissed down Blake’s thigh as she pulled the trousers down. Blake trembled, but a hand resting on Weiss’s shoulder affirmed that Blake wanted her to continue. “These too?” Weiss checked and graced her fingers over Blake’s soft black boyshorts.

“I- umm, maybe… just… kiss around and down there for a bit?”

“Alright.” Weiss nodded and slowly began to work kisses over and across Blake’s mons. “I love you.” She whispered. “He’s gone.” She added. “It’s alright.” She spoke all the things she knew she often wished to hear, and they seemed to help. In slow cycles, she repeated the three sentiments as a minor mantra, her kisses working around Blake’s mons, down one leg, up the other, and all working in concentric circles towards the heavenly scented growing wet spot at the crotch of Blake’s underwear.

“Weiss!” Blake whimpered, bearing her insecurities for Weiss to see.

“Yes Kitten?” Weiss teased back with a small smirk.

“A- asshole.” Blake murmured huskily.

“How’s it feel?”

“Nice- but only as a once in a blue moon thing.” Blake stated firmly.

“Of course. I would get sad and jealous if someone took my title.” Weiss agreed.

“You… you can…”

“You want me to take them off?”

“Please… but… slow once they are down?”

“Of course” Weiss nodded and began slipping the underwear off of Blake’s phenomenal ass for her. “Do- do you like penetration? Should I use a finger or two?”

“Yes please.”

“And, biting is off the table, but some suction?”

“Please?” Blake weakly pleaded.

“Happily.” Weiss nodded and patted the inside of Blake’s thighs, urging her to spread them just enough so she could help.

“Oh! Y- yeah!” Blake spread her legs a little.

“Thank you.” Weiss kissed slowly up Blake’s legs. Her long tongue darted out and licked up the little bit of Blake’s slick that had begun to run down her thigh. It tasted perfectly of Owner. It made sense, it was literally Owner’s essence, but that didn’t make it any less intoxicating. If Blake ever got more comfortable with all this, Weiss could see herself buried between Owner’s thighs for hours and hours at a time. Maybe she could find a new home there while Owner did some work at her desk. But only if Blake could grow more comfortable with it all.

Her tongue rose, flicking along Blake’s folds and gently probing them. It tasted good, she wanted more… but she had to be slow with it all Blake deserved that much at least. For everything Blake had done for her, the kind Owner deserved a lot more. But Weiss would do what she could.

Blake’s breaths began to hasten, to raise with the sensation of Weiss’s tongue probing and testing along her. Her hips fidgeted and Weiss tried to keep steady. It was slow, but the heiress timidly progressed, her tongue growing flat against Blake’s folds and lapping up and down as her mouth approached and began to wrap around Blake’s clit and hood.

“I! That’s nice, I like my… my clit to be…” Blake’s voice shuttered and it was everything Weiss could have ever wished to hear. Eagerly, the heiress delved her tongue just a little deeper and latched her lips sloppily around the little nub and its protective hood. In a moment’s time, she found her tongue wrapping around the bundle of nerves and massaging it gently as she felt pleasure build in her. Her lips were sensitive. She could remember what Blake did to her and how good it felt, how it made her feel. Tension was already building between her thighs, but this was about Blake and Blake’s healing, not about Weiss and her arousal. She needed to focus on her lover and not herself. That was what was important… no matter how good it felt as she slurped at Blake’s arousal through swollen and sensitive lips. Brothers did that feel phenomenal.

Blake’s hand shifted timidly from Weiss’s shoulder up to the back of her neck and then to her head. It was a gentle encouragement, but that was most certainly what it was. Andy doubts Weiss might have had were assuaged by the soft moans and whimpers that began to slip from Blake’s lips.

“I! A- a little softer, but right there! Yes, right there, but soft… maybe just a touch slower, but it’s.” Blake rambled and Weiss followed every request to the exact letter. The heiress had always been one to painstakingly cross all her T’s and dot all her I’s, and this was most certainly not the time to let that slip in the slightest. Her tongue slowed and she lowered the strength of her suction along with its frequency. Hopefully that could help in avoiding any oversensitivity or overstimulation for the faunus certainly dealing with more than just whatever the tongue at her pussy and clit might deliver.

Weiss moaned her approval as a half questionative grunt, the slightest check that she had adjusted appropriately and that Blake was doing well with all the changes she made.

“Yes! Ohh… yes.” Blake affirmed sweetly and slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, to grind herself against Weiss nice and slow. There was serenity in Owner grinding against Weiss’s face. True serenity, but that was too easy to lose herself in and Weiss needed to stay focused, so instead, she pulled back ever so slightly, forced her head clear and continued dutifully with her task.

Before long, Blake’s legs were beginning to tremble. She was growing weak in the knees? That was a good sign? It was going well for her? It was certainly going well for Weiss. The heiress thought she might have lingered on the edge of an orgasm for three minutes to just feel it slip away, but that was a more than fair sacrifice to make in order to help Blake out. To give her lover pleasure. To help something once pained begin to heal.

“F- fuck… Weiss… that’s…” Blake fell back onto the bed, a whine of frustration slipping from both of them as they lamented the loss of contact.

“Yoor alrigt?” Weiss slurred slightly, her lips so perfectly sensitive speaking too fast might lead to her losing control.

“Yes. I am… I- would… would you mind moving onto the bed tho? I- you… you mentioned something really nice earlier.. And with that nice tongue of yours… it’s so much longer now and, I just… it could probably reach pretty far inside me and if I sat over your… and it might feel really nice, especially with your swollen lower lip to grind my… against.” Blake fumbled through explaining herself.

“You are comfortable with something like that?” Weiss spoke with intent and a languid pace.

“Yes, please.” Blake nodded.

“That sounds very nice.” Weiss offered and worked her way to her feet just to plop back down onto the bed. “I- I’ve never done this before… do- do I put a pillow under my head, or?”

“I haven't either! That! That’s why I want to try it!” Blake stammered with a brighter flush than Weiss had ever witnessed on her. “Uugh, maybe just like a small one? Just to help support your head? But not a big one? I- I don’t wanna like suffocate you.”

“What a glorious way to go.” Weiss mused with a wide grin.

“Hey! G- get your head out of the gutter!”

“Really? You want to sit on my face, but you want me to get my head out of the gutter? Sure.”

“Fine then! We don’t have to!” Blake tried to pretend that she could just go without.

“Come on love, please? Please?” Weiss extended a hand to hold Blake’s.

“Well… fine then… if you want it that bad.” Blake and her burning red cheeks pretended it was for Weiss and not for her.

“I do; I do want it that bad. I want it that bad because I love you so much.” Weiss crawled to Blake on the bed and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I- I guess I want it too… I mean… you did get me all worked up after all.” Blake traced her nails over Weiss’s palm bashful. “So… would you please humor my gutter mind and let me…” She whimpered softly.

“Happily.” Weiss cheered.

“Thanks love.”

“Now come on, show me the best way to die!” Weiss teased as she flopped back on the bed and pulled a small pillow under her head.

“Yeah yeah.” Blake timidly moved so she was kneeling next to Weiss’s head. “I- thank you…” She offered shamefully and threw her leg over Weiss’s head. “Oh… and… is it ok if… if I end up… returning the favor after a while?”

“I’d love that babe.” Weiss offered with a kiss onto Blake’s thigh.

Blake’s voice made an anxious little sound, but she didn’t say anything else as she began to spread her thighs and lower her core onto Weiss’s lips.

“You can go further love.” Weiss offered, her tongue darting out to meet Blake’s clit.

“Ohh…” Blake moaned.

“I- but- but I don’t want to…” Blake worried.

“It’s fine, just keep going. I’ll put a hand on your thigh when you are good, and if I need air or I need you to move, I will take it off.” Weiss offered and demonstrated the concept quickly.

“A- alright, but don’t hesitate to-” Blake yelped as Weiss pulled her down by the hips and quickly began to delve her tongue into Blake’s soaked entrance.

Tasting Blake from the source was phenomenal, feeling her walls clamp down around the new modded tongue was far better than Weiss had expected, and better yet, Blake was quick to start grinding against her mouth. Fuck… being used for Blake’s pleasure was wonderful whether she was Blake or Owner. Weiss was just delighted to be of use and help the woman she loved feel good. Also the sheer idea of being nothing but a toy or a pet to be used for someone else’s pleasure had a delightful kinkyness to it for Weiss as well, though that was much less the focus for this moment. Much less… though not quite zero percent.

Blake’s moans urged Weiss on and the heiress tested different ways to stroke her tongue inside Blake, different angles to attack, different ways to flex her muscle. The most dramatic reaction always came from pressing down on Blake’s g spot while she pressed her head up and allowed Blake to grind harder against her lower lip. Fuck it was phenomenal and the cries of pleasure Blake made only heightened every moment of it. Weiss moved her tongue faster and faster, matching the pace of Blake’s hips in how they proceed to speed up with each cycle.

Weiss knew this was not about her, but her orgasm was fast approaching. There was nothing she could do to stop it- nothing without messing up the pace and potentially depriving Blake of the beautiful climax she sounded so close to, so Weiss simply steered into it, allowed the pleasure to take her as it clearly took Blake. By the time Weiss was screaming and shaking into Blake, her hands grabbing and clutching to Blake’s wonderfully thick thighs, Blake was crying out too. They came, screaming their delight out to no one but each other and the heavens.

Blake collapsed forward, and Weiss pulled away just enough to take a breather.

“Fuck, is that what you feel every time I-” Blake huffed, still reeling with pleasure as she began to pull down Weiss’s ruined skirt and panties.

“It is often rather fantastic.” Weiss agreed.

“I love you.” Blake purred and began to nuzzle into Weiss’s crotch. “I love you, but you are a fool if you think we are done already.”

“Oh? I am?” Weiss questioned with a small and eager shimmy of her hips.

“Of course Kitten. You were always a good little fool for me.”

“You’re ready for more? For…”

“I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much; just… no biting, ok?”

“Ok love; ok Owner.” Weiss corrected and settled in more a more extreme night.

End of Chapter 46