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A New Kitten Chapter 47
🕑 Added 2023-09-18 03:10:30 +0000 UTCChapter 47
In the end, their night wasn’t actually all too extreme. Blake had another round in her, but after that, it was actually her who tapped out. She was fervent in offering to Weiss that they could still keep going, that just because she was at her limit for what she could handle downstairs for the night didn’t mean they had to be done completely. But, in honesty, Weiss didn’t need her lips or tongue getting any further out of hand from another series of orgasms, and honestly… she was still rather worried for Blake. The faunus showed a brave face for sure, but Weiss could tell her Owner hadn’t ever managed to get all too comfortable with things- even if she managed to enjoy. Plus, playing Kitten just wasn’t the same when she had to be worried for whether or not Blake would be ok.
All the same, Weiss was just as happy to indulge in the comfort of cuddles. Blake made sure to get her some of the antidote to the growth dust before they fell asleep. It would have been bad if they woke to another endless fuck session and things got too far. Weiss was worried about Blake. She knew there was something still up, but they were both still a dash inebriated and exhausted from their date along with subsequent fuck session. For now, Weiss figured, cuddles and sleep would do. In the morning she could push and try to understand what was up with Blake, why she seemed so uncomfortable after she finally got off.
Weiss woke first to a mild headache and second to the mortifying realization of all the things she had done in front of that poor waitress! Fuck! She nearly fellated a beer bottle there in front of everyone! It wasn’t in broad daylight, but this was Menagerie! Everyone had night vision! “Fuuck!”
“Huh? Just remember what you did with that daiquiri?” Blake chuckled. She was idly playing some game on her scroll. Weiss could see it, but only because she’d managed to curl up and rest her head on Blake’s shoulder at some point in the night.
“Oh god! The drink!”
“Yeah, I think you got about as far with the drink as you did with me. Eating out is third base, right?”
“Oh god… shut up!” Weiss groaned and hid her face into Blake’s neck.
“Aww, poor Kitten.” Blake patted Weiss’s head gently. “Maybe I can get you some lollipops or something to help you focus on; might be easier than sucking on random things- though… it is very cute. I was dying through most of dinner, watching you was… there’s a reason I needed more than one round when we got home.”
Weiss poked her head up. She wanted to ask a dozen different things, but there was one that demanded precedence. “How… how was last night? You…”
“It was nice.” Blake answered a little distant.
“You seemed a little…”
“Sorry, it was the first time I… well, the first time I have done that in… a decade or something.” Blake reeled a little.
Weiss’s stomach turned a little when she thought off how little consent must have been a part of whatever happened so long ago; especially considering how young Blake had been. “Are you ok though?”
“Me? Oh, yeah, I… I don’t really… don’t really get to… to doing the personal time thing all that often… so, getting some release… it was nice.” Blake staggered along, seeming to either be making up her answer on the fly or actively working through it.
“Blake?”
“Yes Kitten?” Blake tensed under Weiss’s head.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“I’m honestly still kind of working through it.” Blake admitted. “Do you think you would be ok with waiting a little before we talk about it? I just… want to know before I get to talking about it with anyone else.”
“That’s perfectly fine sweetie. But maybe… no more eating you out till you are feeling a little better. Ok?”
“What about… the other thing? With the other hardware?”
“Do you think it would hurt?”
“I think it could help some actually.” Blake answered.
“You sure?”
“Then maybe I should add some more cock into my diet?”
“Brothers… that sounds quite nice.” Blake reeled.
“Hope you’re ok.” Weiss worried a little more openly.
“I- I will be; I am, I just…” Blake trailed off, rather obviously not much ready to talk anymore about it.
“Ok love.” Weiss snuggled into Blake.
“What about you? How are you Kitten? Do you like your newest development?” Blake turned over on the bed to see Weiss’s beautiful lips. She again cupped Weiss’s cheek and pressed her thumb to the Kitten’s lower lip.
Weiss almost immediately began to fidget and her lips parted slightly to greet the digit.
“You look a little red Kitten? You aren’t getting a cold are you?”
“Owner.” Weiss whimpered.
“Does it feel good?”
“Too good.”
“Does Kitten need another good cum?”
Weiss whined.
“Or would you rather another fun change?”
Weiss’s throat seemed to shrink and seal. Her lips and mouth, though wonderful, were quite a dramatic change. Anyone who saw her would know- well, maybe not know, but certainly stare and think about all the obscene things she might do with her perfect pillowy lips. Brothers… the things they might see if she failed to brake her oral fixation- if she actually wanted to break it. The idea of getting people all flustered with her slutty orally fixated tendencies… though scandalous, it was also mind shatteringly hot. What more could Blake want to do to her? What could it be? Was there a possibility that it could ever be as hot as everything else? That it could be something new and equally sultry? Weiss needed to know. The question alone had her mind running and reeling with all the possibilities. She just needed to know what else Owner might want to do with her; what more Owner might want to corrupt her with. “M- more?” Weiss whimpered, her body already reacting to the idea alone. “You- you want… to- do more? Wha- what do you want…” Weiss bit her lip and moaned. Fuck… she’d have to grow more mindful of that habit before she ended up cumming from it by accident one day.
“Well, you are quickly exhausting my ideas…” Blake sighed playfully. “But… if you were ever really bad, I had one idea for something to theoretically make you so desperate you’d never be able to disobey again.”
Weiss’s breaths hastened and she couldn’t help as she took to Blake’s thumb and began sucking onto it. A hand slipped down to between her legs and fuck the idea was just too good… being so broken and desperate for Blake that she couldn’t even manage to fight anymore? She… fuck, she wanted it.
“Aww, poor thing, can’t even hold back from touching? That’s it, touch all you want, feel good my love.”
“C- cum… wanna.”
“Of course you do my sweet Kitten, and go ahead, let yourself cum. I wanna watch my poor girl melt for me.” Blake kissed Weiss’s forehead and began to gently trace her fingers over Weiss’s breasts.
“M- more.” Weiss pleaded onto the finger as it pressed further into her mouth. She fucked herself with her fingers.
“You like having your wonderful breasts played with Kitten?” Blake teased.
“Y- yes~!” Weiss screamed as Blake pulled on her piercing.
“That’s it, I bet you’d just love if I played with them some more, if I put my mouth to them and sucked on your beautiful puffy nipples.
“P- p- please! Owner! Please!”
“Do they ache for my touch?”
“Yes!” Weiss cried out, fingers pinching on her clit harshly, climax painfully close.
“Not yet; not really. Just imagine if you needed me to relieve the pressure, to ease the pain.” Blake lowered her lips to Weiss’s nipple just to circle her tongue around it. “Imagine if this was all I needed to do to get a nice refreshing drink in the morning.” Blake postulated and sucked hard on the nipple, pushing Weiss over and tumbling into a beautiful climax.
The Kitten screamed her pleasure onto Blake’s thumb and buried her fingers as deep in herself as they could go. Her walls clamped down on the fingers greedily trying to coax release from them even though it would never work. But her pussy would never be able to tell the difference, it just wanted to be filled, to have Owner’s cum fill her, to be bred and grow round with little kittens for Owner. Her greedy cunt didn’t know any better, it just wanted more; to be stuffed full to the brim with cum, kittens, and cock.
It wasn’t until after the climax had ebbed and her body went limp, her release dripping down over the back of her thigh that Weiss finally processed what Blake had said. Drink? But what about her breasts could- “L- lactate?” She mumbled with all the urgency a mumble could convey.
“I wouldn’t mind some cream to brighten my mornings.” Blake kissed and sucked gently at Weiss’s nipple and swapped to the other to do the same.
Weiss groaned, the sensation too pleasurable. “You- want me to lactate?” She managed to blurt out in something less slurred.
“I certainly wouldn’t mind it. But that’s not much the point anymore. You are my girlfriend, not just my Kitten, my captive, and certainly not my slave.” Blake offered up.
“I- I- I…” Weiss hesitated. It sounded nice… it sounded hot. Her nipples were already so hypersensitive after everything Blake had done to her. It might be phenomenal to have her breasts sucked on regularly. But… to be… to have her body changed like that…
“You don’t have to love.” Blake pulled her head back up and caressed Weiss’s cheek. “In fact, I don’t want to do it unless you want.”
“You really don’t make anything easier by being so sweet.” Weiss sighed.
“Do- do you not like your lips?” Blake hesitated and looked down, over Weiss and herself. “Do you not like… any of the things… the things I-” She worried.
Weiss smiled softly and pressed herself into Blake so she could cuddle her. “No, there’s nothing I don’t like. I- if you could do… could do anything for my poor back now that you made my tits so much bigger, I wouldn’t complain. But, needing… well, bras period, and better back support in general aside, yes. I do like the things you’ve done to me… even the things I don’t like… I… I like how I don’t like them.” Weiss’s voice petered out slightly sheepish. “Even when I hate them; when I feel like I’ve been turned into some bimbo or craven slut, it still leaves me drenched; drenched and praying you might be kind enough to play with and mod me some more.” Weiss admitted.
Blake relaxed into Weiss and went to speak, but Weiss wasn’t completely finished.
“I love it, and I wouldn’t mind if it were a bit more of a two way street.”
Blake laughed. “You want to mod me back?”
Weiss pulled back to reveal her mischievous expression. “Maybe… maybe just a little. I wouldn’t mind my girlfriend always having a fat knotted cock, one I could always suck on to soothe my fixations. Maybe someone else should have a tongue like mine? I might not even mind an Owner who goes into ruts sometimes; an Owner who couldn’t care less for her Kitten other than that I’m a warm fuckable, fertile hole.”
Blake nodded noncommittal, but hugged Weiss back. “We can talk about it as time goes on.”
“Ok.” Weiss settled for the frail maybe.
“But, if you wanted to try… this is probably the easiest to do and reverse.”
“You really want your cream, huh?”
Blake made a small hesitating noise. “I want your cream Kitten.”
Weiss shuttered and whimpered. It might be heavenly to feel Blake drinking from her, turning her into a personal drink fountain.
“Maybe not.” Blake shrugged. “We can just do a nice quiet day in, fool around some more, I don’t know, anything really. If you want to do another date at a nicer place? Something a little more your speed? Sadly, no beer bottles or daiquiri glasses you can fellate or perform cunnilingus on. But, it might be more like home?”
“Fuck Atlass. This is home.” Weiss disagreed and buried herself into Blake.
“Well then, welcome home Kitten.”
End of Chapter 47
