Heat of the Moment Pt. 2

Blake was buried between the sheets of her bed, rolled up like a cocoon, hoping to be totally invisible from the world. The feeling of shame was as intense as the stupid heat had been. She wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and crawl inside it forever.

Everyone must have seen her flee—or worse, Jaune must have told them what happened. She knew discussions were taking place because Ruby had knocked on her door multiple times, each attempt met with Blake's increasingly terse rejections. She couldn't bear to face any of them, not after making such a spectacle of herself.

She'd practically devoured the last of her medicinal tea, consuming what was supposed to last three days in a single desperate dose, despite her mother telling her to not do that but did not specify the reason. The bitter herbs left an unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth, and her stomach churned uncomfortably, but a stomach ache was a thousand times better than being pestered by her heat.

At least the physical symptoms had subsided. Emotionally, however, she remained a mental mess, she was dying in her head in embarrassment not knowing what to do tomorrow and what excuse she would give. The digital clock on the nightstand showed it was well past midnight. That…wasn’t surprising, she was too worked up to and a mess to be able to sleep.

That when a soft knock on the door broke the silence.

"Blake?" Yang's voice came through, quieter than her usual boisterous tone. "I know you're awake. Can we talk?"

Blake considered ignoring her, as she had done all evening. But something in Yang's tone gave her pause. Perhaps talking about it would help—Yang was her partner, after all. Despite her sometimes overwhelming personality, she was also fiercely loyal and surprisingly understanding when it mattered.

Besides, the medicinal tea had done its job. The physical symptoms that had plagued her were temporarily in check. There would never be a better time to try and explain her situation.

Taking a deep breath, Blake unwound herself from her protective cocoon and padded across the floor. She hesitated with her hand on the lock, then finally turned it, opening the door just enough to see Yang's concerned face.

"Can I come in?" Yang asked, surprisingly subdued.

Blake nodded, stepping back to allow her partner entry. Yang slipped inside, closing the door softly behind her. She was dressed in her usual pajamas, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. 

"Soooooo…" Yang began, settling herself on the edge of the bed, "is this about that time of the month? Because if you're having really bad cramps, I've got some pain relievers that might help."

Blake's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected question. "No, it's not... it's more complicated than that."

"Oh," Yang looked genuinely confused. "Because the way you've been acting—the mood swings, the sensitivity to smells, the constant flushing, running away from people—it seemed like classic symptoms."

"It's a Faunus thing," Blake said carefully, crossing her arms defensively as she leaned against the wall opposite of her friend.

The blonde’s expression shifted from confusion to concern. "A Faunus thing? Like... is it serious? Are you sick?"

"No, I'm not sick. Well, technically yes. No, wait… I'm..." Blake hesitated, the words sticking in her throat. "I'm in heat."

For a moment, Yang simply stared at her, processing her answer. Then her lilac eyes widened dramatically. "Wait, that's actually a real thing? I thought that was just, you know, some racist stereotype."

"So did I," Blake replied bitterly, her ears going flat. "Apparently, it's super rare, but very real. And I'm one of the 'lucky' few to experience it."

Yang whistled softly. "Wow. That's... wow. And it's happening now? While we're on a mission?"

Blake nodded miserably.

"Okay, but I still don't understand why you ran away from Jaune specifically," Yang said, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Unless... oh. OOOOOOH."

"Yes," Blake confirmed flatly, not wanting to elaborate further.

"Vomit Boy?" Her partner sounded incredulous. "I mean, come on, Blake. I know beggars can't be choosers, but surely your cat side could have picked someone with a little more... everything?"

Blake for some reason felt annoyed at that remark. "He's not that bad," she replied, her tone sharper than intended.

"Oh?" Yang raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Do tell."

"He's improved a lot since first year," Blake said, trying to keep her voice neutral. "His combat skills have gotten much better."

"If you say so," Yang shrugged. "Still seems like Lady Killer is more likely to kill himself with his own sword than any Grimm."

"That's not true!" Blake countered immediately. "You should have seen him today when we fought those Beowolves. His technique was solid, and he moved with this... confidence. So brave. Or the few times we had a spar."

Why was Yang’s grin getting wider?

"And physically, he's much stronger than he looks. The way his muscles flexed when he swung his sword… His arms looked very strong too, how he easily took them down and he looked... he looked..."

She trailed off, suddenly realizing what she was saying. Yang was staring at her with a shit-eating grin.

"He looked what, Blakey?" Yang prompted innocently. "Please, continue. I'm fascinated."

Oh this bitch!

 "You did that on purpose." Blake's face burned trying failing to glare at her friend.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Yang replied, eyes wide with obvious mock innocence. "I was just asking about Jaune, and you're the one who started waxing poetic about his muscles and how sexy he looked killing Grimm."

"I did not say he looked sexy!" Blake protested, then immediately wished she could take the words back as Yang's grin widened impossibly further.

"So you were thinking it, then?"

Blake grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her dumb partner. "I hate you."

Yang caught the pillow easily, laughing. "No, you don't. And clearly, you don’t hate Jaune either."

Those words seemed to be her breaking point as she slumped against the wall. "This is a nightmare."

Yang's laughter subsided, and her expression softened with genuine sympathy. "Hey, it could be worse. At least Jaune's a decent guy. Imagine if your heat was triggered by someone like Cardin or… Professor Port."

The thought was so repulsive that Blake actually shuddered and gagged. "Don’t even think about it!"

"So what's your plan?" Yang asked. "You can't avoid him forever, especially not on this mission."

"I don't know," Blake admitted, the weight of her situation pressing down on her. "I was hoping the tea my mom gave me would be enough to get me through, but I've used it all. And even with it, being near him is... difficult."

"Have you considered just telling him?"

Blake's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?" Yang pressed. "Jaune might still be a little awkward, but he's not a jerk. He wouldn't hold it against you or anything."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Blake muttered.

Her friend raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

So she did exactly that. "I don't want his pity, or for him to feel obligated to help me. And I definitely don't want him looking at me differently because of this... condition."

"I get that," Yang nodded. "But keeping it from him didn't exactly work out great today, did it?"

Blake had no good response to that. Her hasty retreat had certainly raised questions, and she couldn't keep running away every time Jaune came near. She looked awful, more like she hated his guts.

No, she was already feeling awful for making him feel like he wronged her.

"What about the mission?" Yang asked after a moment. "Do you think you can still do it when you're paired with him again?"

"I'll have to," Blake said firmly. "I'm not compromising an important mission because of this... inconvenience. We're here to protect people."

Yang gave her a smile. "That's my partner."

"Besides," Blake added, "I refuse to let a stupid biological quirk define me or dictate my actions. I'm more than just an animal in heat."

"That's the spirit," Yang nodded. "Though maybe tomorrow we should mix up the pairs a bit. I can partner with Jaune, and you can go with Nora."

The suggestion made practical sense, but Blake felt an unexpected twinge of... something at the thought of Yang spending the day with Jaune. Something that felt uncomfortably like… possessiveness?

"What?" Yang asked, noticing her stranged expression.

"Nothing," Blake said quickly. "That's a good idea."

Yang studied her for a moment longer, then stood and stretched her arms. "You should try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day, heat or no heat."

“Good idea.”

As Yang moved toward the door, Blake found herself reluctant to be alone again with her thoughts. "Yang?"

Her partner paused, hand on the doorknob. "Yeah?"

"Could you... not tell the others about this? Not yet, anyway."

Her expression softened. "Your secret's safe with me, Blakey. Though for what it's worth, I don't think anyone would judge you for something you can't control."

After Yang left, Blake returned to her bed, though she no longer felt the need to crawl into a hole. This talk had helped more than she expected, the simple act of sharing her burden making it feel slightly less overwhelming.

She had a feeling that things would go better from now on.

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Things DID NOT get better.

"It has HOW MANY LEGS?!" Yang shouted, diving to avoid a massive pincer that crashed into the spot where she'd been standing just seconds before.

The Death Stalker that burst from its collapsing lair was unlike any they had found. And it had way too many legs to be just 8 and it had developed an extra pair of heavily armored limbs that looked like weapons. Even more alarming, its tail had split to form two stingers, both dripping with extremely deadly venom that sizzled when it hit the forest floor.

"A variant!!" Ren called back, firing a stream of bullets at its eyes to little effect.

The creature let out a bone-chilling screech as it began charging again. Chunks of rock and earth still clung to its massive carapace, giving it the appearance of a walking mountain. It was at least twice the size of the Death Stalker from initiation, its white bone plating marred by countless battle scars and reinforced with crystallized ichor around vital areas.

Despite these shocking revelations they had a plan.

"Stick to the plan!" Ruby shouted from her elevated position. "Team JNPR, keep it distracted! Team RWBY, weak points!"

That was the signal as Nora's grenades exploded against the Death Stalker's face, not damaging it significantly but keeping its attention firmly fixed on her. Jaune, Pyrrha took the front while Ren moved between them, alternating attacks that forced the creature to constantly shift its focus.

Meanwhile, it was her and Yang who targeted its legs, looking for said weak points in the joints, while Weiss used her glyphs to slow its movements as much as possible and her team-leader was preparing the perfect shot with her new armor piercing rounds.

But something was wrong. Blake felt off-balance, her reactions sluggish. Every movement required more effort than it should, as if she were trying to fight underwater. Her vision occasionally blurred at the edges, forcing her to blink rapidly to clear it from some tears welling up.

"Blake, left side!" Her partner called out.

Blake instinctively pivoted, intending to strike at an exposed joint, but her timing was fractionally slower than usual. She sensed rather than saw the massive pincer swinging toward her, and attempted to deploy her semblance to evade.

The shadow clone formed, but far too late. The Death Stalker's pincer caught her leg mid-dodge, its grip tightening with crushing force. Blake gasped in pain as she felt her aura struggling to protect her.

"BLAKE!" Was what she heard from all sides as the Grimm lifted her into the air.

She slashed frantically at the monster with Gambol Shroud, but she was shocked to discover that strikes lacked a lot of power. And with a casual flick, the Grimm hurled her away like a ragdoll.

The world spun as Blake flew through the air, unable to control her body. She slammed into the ground with bone-jarring force, tumbling and rolling until she finally came to rest against a fallen log.

That hurt.

Dazed, she pushed herself to her knees, only to collapse back down as her limbs refused to cooperate properly. She glanced at her scroll and felt a surge of alarm—her aura was flickering dangerously low, bordering on depletion. 

And that was impossible. She hadn't taken enough damage to drain her reserves so severely.

Unless...

Unless she did something beforehand.

The tea!

The excessive dose she'd taken last night. The very thing her mother warned her. It must have wrecked her body and weakened her aura, and it couldn't occur at the worst possible time.

She had to exert a lot of effort to raise her head, trying to call out for help. 

However, the words died in her throat as she saw the Death Stalker already on her, both stingers raised high above its body.

With a clear single target.

Her.

She couldn't move fast enough.

Her semblance wouldn't activate. 

Her aura was practically gone.

Time seemed to slow as the twin stingers plunged down toward her. 

She had always imagined she'd face death with defiance, but all she felt was a hollow disappointment that this was how it would end—not fighting for a cause, or defending others, but taken down by her own stupidity.

"BLAKE!"

It was Jaune's voice cut through her thoughts, followed immediately by a flash of white and gold. He appeared as if from nowhere, planting himself directly in front of her, shield raised above both of them just in time as the twin stingers slammed into his shield like thunderclap. 

The impact should have sent him flying, or at least shattered his shield.

But Jaune didn't move. Not an inch.

His entire body glowed with the white light of his aura, so bright it was almost blinding. The shield held firm against the immense pressure, and  she could see Jaune's determined expression.

"Not. Happening." He ground out through gritted teeth, pushing back against the massive force bearing down on them.

He protected me.

Her body responded instantly. 

A strong wave of heat assaulted her cheeks before traveling down her body, causing a very strong throb.

A strong male.

A wave of raw, unfiltered need. It was overwhelming, consuming, blanking out everything but the sight of Jaune's form standing over her, saving her.

Worthy.

All her senses narrowed to Jaune—his scent intensified tenfold, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in her ears, the way his muscles strained against the Death Stalker's monstrous strength.

He is mine.

For the first time, Blake didn't try to fight this. 

"Blake! We need to move!" Pyrrha appeared beside her, reaching down to help her up.

Blake allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, her eyes never leaving Jaune as he continued to hold back the Death Stalker's attack. Every fiber of her being screamed at her not to leave him as to let him claim his reward, but the rational part of her mind—what little remained functional—knew she was a liability in her current state.

With Pyrrha's support, she stumbled toward the relative safety of the rock outcropping they'd designated as their fallback position. From there, she watched with Phyrra and Ren as the battle resumed in full force.

The Death Stalker, frustrated by Jaune's unexpected defense, renewed its assault. One stinger retracted only to strike again with even greater force. Jaune took the impact full-on, his shield ringing like a gong, but his stance never faltered. His aura flared brighter, almost pulsing with energy as he pushed back against the creature's strength.

"NORA, NOW!" Jaune shouted.

From above, Nora descended like a meteorl, her hammer raised high. "HEADS UP!" she cried gleefully as she brought Magnhild down with earth-shattering force directly onto the Death Stalker's armored carapace.

The impact was tremendous. A web of cracks appeared across the previously impenetrable armor, the sound of fracturing chitin echoing through the clearing, causing the Grimm to screech in pain.

"Delta!" Ruby called out from her position.

"On it!" Weiss replied, plunging Myrtenaster into the ground.

A series of glyphs materialized around the wounded Death Stalker, surrounding it in a complex pattern. Each glyph pulsed with icy blue energy before erupting in a synchronized barrage of ice spikes that struck the Grimm from multiple angles simultaneously, targeting the newly created vulnerabilities in its armor.

The creature writhed as the ice penetrated its shell, further immobilizing it and creating even more weak points in its defenses. Before it could recover, Yang charged forward, her hair blazing with golden fire as her semblance kicked into high gear.

"This is for my partner!" she roared, delivering a devastating punch to one of the cracked sections of its armor. The Ember Celica discharged with the impact, the explosion further shattering the already damaged plating.

Above them all, Ruby repositioned herself, Crescent Rose gleaming in the fading daylight. Only to unleash a rapid series of shots at the monster, each bullet finding its mark with unerring accuracy. Then, in one fluid motion, she transformed her weapon to its scythe form and launched herself downward.

She became a red blur. Only for the next second to see Crescent Rose hitting the monster’s head where Nora's hammer had attacked earlier.

The blade struck true, cleaving through the cracked armor. The Death Stalker released a final, agonized shriek, its massive body convulsed violently, legs scrabbling against the earth, before finally collapsing in a heap of twitching limbs.

Then, stillness. The creature's red eyes dimmed and extinguished as its body began to dissolve into black mist, signaling its defeat.

"We... we did it?" Ruby sounded almost surprised, standing atop the rapidly disintegrating corpse of the monster.

"Woohoo!" Nora cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "That was AWESOME!"

From her position, Blake watched as her friends celebrated their victory but only for a second. Her golden eyes, however, remained fixed on Jaune. He had lowered his shield, his shoulders slumping slightly, but there was a proud smile on his face.

I want his babies.

As if sensing her gaze, Jaune turned toward her and waved at her. 

Nothing else mattered but getting her mate.

And she blacked out.

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Blake's eyes fluttered open, disorientation gripping her as she tried to remember how she'd gotten to her bed. The last clear memory she had was watching the Death Stalker dissolve after Ruby's final attack. Everything after that was a blur—impressions of being helped back to the village and some lights on her face and a lot of murmuring.

"Hey, you're awake." Yang's voice came from beside her.

Blake turned to see her partner sitting in a chair near the bed, a half-empty glass of something amber-colored in her hand. Music and laughter drifted up from downstairs.

"What happened?" Blake's voice came out a little raspy, her throat was dry.

"You collapsed after the fight," Yang explained, setting her glass down and leaning forward. "Aura depletion, plus you kinda overdosed on analgesics from your tea. The village doc checked you out, said you'd be fine after some rest, so don't sweat about it.."

Blake attempted to sit up, wincing at the stiffness in her muscles.

"Easy there," Yang cautioned. "Everyone's having a small celebration downstairs, but they all agreed we all will be clubbing once you're back on your feet and in Vale."

"That's... nice." Blake managed, though missing out the party was the least of her concerns at the moment.

Fuck, everything was too hot.

"You okay?" Yang's brow furrowed with concern. "You look flushed."

Really hot.

"I'm fine," Blake lied, gripping the sheets beneath her. "Just need more rest."

Just leave!

Yang studied her for a moment, then nodded, though she didn't look entirely convinced. "I'll let the others know you're awake but a little tired. Need anything before I go?"

"Water," Blake requested, desperate for anything that might cool her burning throat.

And body.

After Yang brought her a glass and finally left the room, Blake waited until her footsteps faded down the stairs before throwing off her covers with a gasp. The heat was unbearable, her skin hypersensitive to the point where even the light cotton of her pajamas felt like sandpaper.

She struggled out of her clothes, peeling the sweat-soaked fabric away from her skin. Even in the cool night air of the room, she was burning everywhere.

Blake curled into herself, trying to manage the sensations overwhelming her body. Her thoughts kept returning to Jaune—the way he'd risked everything to save her, shield raised, his aura blazing white as he stood between her and certain death. 

A true male.

No, her body was never burning or sweating a lot.

It was her pussy.

And it was not only burning, it was drenched.

So her hand slid down to the source of all these problems.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as her fingers brushed against the soaked folds of her burning pussy. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure she didn't think possible, her mind immediately going blank.

"Nggh..." Her toes curled at the new sensation, her back arching involuntarily wanting for more. And more she got. ss she stroked herself slowly, letting out another gasp as her fingers grazed her clit, sending a jolt through her body. She quickly shifted her body to be laying on her back.

The slickness of her folds increased further with every stroke. She moaned softly, spreading her legs and giving herself better access to her aching, dripping cunt. The scent of her own arousal filled the air, driving her to work harder. But it was not enough.

She needed more.

Blake plunged two fingers inside herself, crying out as she felt her inner walls clench around them like a vice. She worked furiously, pumping her fingers in and out of her soaking cunt, desperate for release. Her thumb found her clit, rubbing it roughly as she drove her fingers deeper inside herself.

"Jaune!" She moaned much louder this time, his name slipping from her lips unbidden. "Oh gods, Jaune!"

Images flashed through her mind—Jaune, protecting her, Jaune, blue eyes locked with hers as they sparred together, Jaune, without his shirt, Jaune exercising.

JAUNEJAUNEJAUNEJAUNE!

With a sharp cry, Blake came hard, her throbbing quim spasming around her fingers as her juices splashed everywhere, coating the sheets and her thighs. Her muscles went rigid, her back arching off the bed as her climax kept surging through her body. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, leaving her panting and trembling as she slowly came down from her high.

But it was still not enough.

She wanted more.

She NEEDED more.

Something larger.

Something bigger.

Something strong enough to breed her.

To fill her up completely.

She needed to be bred.

She had to be bred.

"Ummm, Blake?" A knock on the door.

And that was Jaune's voice. Her chosen mate's voice.

"I heard you calling my name so I just wanted to check in if everything is ok."

Her mate finally came to claim his prize.

And it was like the gates of heaven were opened for her.

She scrambled off the bed, the mess she left behind completely forgotten, and rushed to the door, throwing it open to find Jaune standing there, a look of concern on his face.

"Are you... " His voice died down when his eyes dropped. "...are you naked?!"

Yes, naked, wet, needy and ready for her mate.

Blake grabbed him by the collar before he could protest, dragging him into the room before slamming the door shut.

"Blake wha-"

But she wasn't listening as she dropped to her knees, her fingers pulling down his pants, exposing the massive bulge of his underwear.

"BLAKE!" Why did he look scandalized? 

Didn't matter.

"Shut up," Blake hissed, her hand reaching into his underwear and pulling out his cock.

And it was everything she'd imagined and more. It was thick, it was big, and it was hard. The smell of his musk filled her nostrils, making her mouth water with anticipation and her lower lips squirt a little.

Blake's hands shook as she wrapped her fingers around the base of HER man's proud member and guided him into her mouth. His girth stretched her lips, and the taste of his precum was intoxicating. She took him in as far as she could, sucking greedily as her tongue swirled around his shaft.

"Blake... oh, fuck!" Jaune groaned as she didn't waste a second to gobble him up. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass until he finally hit the back of her throat. Her fingers found his balls and began massaging them gently, drawing another moan from Jaune.

All the while her free hand was furiously working at her dripping cunt, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The scent of her own arousal mixed with his, filling her mind with thoughts of primal baby making, making her pussy clench around nothing. She needed him inside her, needed to feel his cock filling her up. Feel his warm, virile and manly cum claim and mark her fertile womb.

But first, she wanted to make him cum. She wanted to taste his seed, to drink him down, to have his essence inside her. Her movements became more frantic as she sucked and stroked his cock with everything she had. Jaune's groans grew louder as he gripped her hair tightly, thrusting his hips in time with her movements.

"Fuck, Blake! I'm close!" He cried out.

Hearing this only spurred Blake on, she redoubled her efforts, sucking like a vacuum, faster, desperate to satisfy and taste her mate.

Her eyes widened as she felt his cock pulse in her mouth, signaling the impending arrival of her yummy prize. Jaune let out another groan as his member erupted inside her mouth, shooting thick delicious ropes of his cum into her throat. She swallowed eagerly as she rolled her tongue around, savoring the taste of his manly seed. And it was everything she'd ever water, getting drunk on his essence, and she couldn't get enough of it. She drank it all down, every last yummy drop of his cum, and even after his orgasm subsided, she kept licking and sucking, determined to milk every bit out of him.

He is happy, happy means breeding!

"Oh fuck..." Jaune gasped as Blake continued to suck and lick his proud member clean like he deserves. "That was... amazing."

She released his cock with a wet pop, giving it one final kiss on tip before looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. "More?"

Jaune blinked, not sure what she meant. "What?"

"I want more," She purred. "I need more."

He didn't respond as Blake got back on her feet, moving with the single purpose to fill her fertile womb. To feel all his sticky seed drip inside her and take root.

"Wait, Blake." He tried to stop her, for some stupid reason she couldn't tell. "We can't do this."

"Yes we can," she growled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the bed. "And we're going to."

Jaune's protests were silenced as Blake pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his lap, rubbing her dripping cunt against his still hard cock. She moaned as she felt him sliding between her folds, his head brushing against her clit.

"I need you, Jaune. I need your cock inside me," she hissed, reaching down to line up his cock with her entrance. "I need you to fuck me, to breed me, to make me yours."

"Blake..."

"Please," she begged, her voice almost breaking with desperation. "Please fuck me."

Jaune let out a low groan as Blake slowly and deliciously sank down on his shaft, taking him deep inside her. How his head was moving and caressing her walls and never stopping not until she hit her entrance. She could feel every inch of his thick cock stretching her pussy, filling her up completely. It was better than anything she'd ever imagined, and it felt so right, so perfect, like he was made for her.

"OH FUCK YES!" She screamed, before her body convulsed and her pussy squeezed him hard as she squirted all over his crotch.

She didn't care about her loud scream, she didn't care if everyone else heard her. All that mattered was Jaune's cock inside her.

And she was going to fuck him.

Blake began to move, rocking her hips up and down, grinding herself against him. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure through her body, making her moan and shudder. She leaned forward, bracing herself against his chest as she rode him harder and faster, her cries of pleasure growing louder and more urgent.

Jaune's hands moved to her ass, gripping her tightly as he thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, and Blake's nails dug into his chest as she lost herself in the sensation.

"I ALWAYS WANTED THIS! YOU ARE SO BIG JAUNE! MINE!MINE!" She screamed, her eyes rolling back into her skull, her tongue lolling out.

Blake's hot walls clenched around Jaune as she came again, her entire body shaking with pleasure. She didn't slow her pace, though, she kept riding him, slamming into him as hard and fast as she could. She wanted him to finish inside her, she needed him to fill her up, she needed to feel his seed claiming her fertile womb.

"Blake, I'm gonna..." Jaune groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Blake's eyes snapped open at the words. "Cum inside me, Jaune! Breed me, claim me, make me yours!"

Jaune let out a low growl as he thrust one last time, burying his cock deep inside Blake. He erupted inside her, filling her pussy with his warm virile seed. Blake moaned in sheer ecstasy as she felt his seed shooting inside her, claiming her, marking her as his. How it was sticky against her burning womb. It was everything she'd dreamed of and more, and she couldn't get enough of it.

"OH YESSSSS!" Blake hissed, as she came again, her pussy milking her mate shaft for all he had, her juices mixing with his.

All that was left was both of them panting and gasping for air and that warm feeling painting her insides.

And it wasn't over yet, because much to her delight her mate didn’t go soft yet.

"We're not done yet," Blake purred, nuzzling against him.

"Blake..." He tried to protest.

"I want you to fuck me again," she growled, kissing him hungrily before licking his face. "I want you to breed me over and over again. Until we have a full litter of kittens, so many kittens that I can't even count them anymore."

She didn’t know or care what happened but something in Jaune just snapped as his grip on her hips tightened and flipped them over. With him finally showing his natural dominance and pinned her down like a proper male should do his female.

It was her turn to be on her back.

"Oh yes, Breed me! FUCK ME HARDER!" She cried as he started slamming himself into her like an animal before locking her legs around him.

No, they were always animals.

"CLAIM ME!"

Animals desperate to procreate.

"GET ME PREGNANT!"

It was nature.

"BREED ME!"

It was instinct.

"FUCK ME!"

It was mating.

"JAUNEEEEEEEEEE!"

And it was incredible.

Why was she so stupid to fight back against this beautiful thing in the first place?

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Morning came too early for Jaune and Blake.

And they were greeted by a completely ruined bedroom, not even the windows were spared.

They quickly made their way down the stairs in silence, not daring to look each other in the eye. And praying that for some miracle everyone didn’t hear a damn thing. Because she woke up with a very sore throat this morning and was limping.

Sadly everyone was already there and when they stepped into the common room together, all conversation immediately ceased.

Six pairs of eyes turned toward them, taking in Blake's disheveled appearance in her hastily-tied robe, and Jaune's shirtless state complete with visible bite marks and scratches all over his body. 

The awkward silence stretched for what felt like an eternity.

Ruby's silver eyes were as wide as saucers, as she was blushing furiously. Weiss looked somewhere between scandalized and grudgingly impressed. Ren maintained his usual impassive expression, though a slight raise of his eyebrows betrayed his surprise. 

And Pyrrha looked sad.

No, she looked devastated. But why?

Wait, didn’t she… right, okay, this made things exponentially more awkward. Especially for Jaune once they went back to Beacon.

Nora was the first to break the silence, a massive grin spreading across her face. "Well, well, well! Looks like someone had a better victory celebration than the rest of us!"

"Nora!" Ren admonished quietly.

Yang leaned back in her chair, an infuriatingly knowing smirk on her face. "Good morning, you two. Sleep well? Or, you know... not at all?"

Blake shot her partner a glare, but it only made the blonde’s smirk widen.

"I, uh, we..." Jaune began, then faltered, clearly at a loss for words.

"We were just coming down for breakfast," Blake finished for him, trying and failing to sound casual.

"Uh-huh," Yang nodded, eyes twinkling with amusement. "And here I thought cats were supposed to be discreet."

"Yang!" Ruby squeaked, her face now nearly matching her cloak in color.

Blake felt her ears flatten against her head, mortification warring with defensive indignation. She opened her mouth to deliver a big piece of her mind, but was cut off by the sound of someone clearing her throat.

And to her surprise, it was Weiss who spoke up. "While your... private activities are none of our business." she said with deliberate formality, "We do appreciate that you keep it between yourselves and not scream it to the entire village, and I hope this won’t occur when we return to the Academy. Nonetheless, we have a schedule to maintain. The Bullhead will be arriving at noon to take us back."

Blake had never been more grateful for Weiss's rigid adherence to schedules.

"Right!" Ruby seized the opportunity to change the subject, still blushing furiously. "So we should all finish packing and be ready to go by eleven! Team meeting adjourned!"

And she bolted back to her room.

As the group began to disperse, Blake caught Yang's eye. Her partner gave her a subtle thumbs-up that somehow managed to be both supportive and teasing at the same time. And Pyrrah was the last to leave with her head low and a lost gaze.

Poor girl.

"Well," Jaune said quietly once most of the others had left the room, "that could have gone worse?"

Blake sighed, the tension slowly draining from her shoulders. "I suppose so."

An awkward silence fell between them, both clearly wondering what came next. Their night together had solved her immediate biological problem, but it had created a whole new set of complications she had to deal with.

"So..." Jaune began hesitantly. "About last night—"

"It’s a long stupid story." Blake groaned. "But not here, okay? And definitely after I've had some coffee."

Jaune nodded, a small smile forming. "Coffee sounds good. And maybe some ice for, uh..." He gestured vaguely at the various claw marks and love bites she'd left on him.

Despite everything, Blake found herself smiling back. "I might have been a little... enthusiastic."

"I wasn't complaining," he replied, his smile widening into something almost confident.

Blake felt a pleasant warmth spread through her at his words, different from the consuming heat of before. This was something new, something unexpected… but not necessarily unwelcome.

Whatever came next, they would figure it out together.

“Wait. You were on the pill, right?”

Blake froze on the spot.

“Fuck….”

*Meanwhile, back in Menagerie a certain mother pumped her fist in victory.*

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AN: There you go folks, hope you enjoyed this as I did enjoy writing on the perspective of a sex-crazed and very needy kitty kat and her need for warm and very nutritious milk.
Also keeping up the tradition of Pyrrha benched on the cuck chair.

See ya on the next one!