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A New Kitten Chapter 45
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 04:39:20 +0000 UTCChapter 45
“You’re my good slutty Kitten, aren’t you?”
“Your good slutty Kitten.” Weiss mused, eyes half lidded and deep in a trance.
“Do you want more on your lips?”
“YES~” Weiss cried out in something that almost sounded more like one of ecstasy.
“Aww, will the little Kitten cum if I give her any more.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” With each cry, Weiss’s tongue darted out to lick at her oversensitized lips.
“You know, every time you cum, they’ll get bigger, just like how it was for your chest and butt.”
“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t care! Wanna… wanna suck!” Weiss’s tongue stuck out and lingered there.
“Such a good slut.” Blake mused.
Weiss laid there, panting, and too out of it realize she could just finger herself to the climax she needed so desperately.
“Here, here you go my good girl, here it is.” Blake lowered her gloved fingers, all covered in that sensitivity cream Weiss hadn’t been able to indulge in for far too long. Weiss eagerly took to it, sucking and wrapping her tongue around it. More and more pooled up on her lips, making them feel almost as delightful as her labia all while her tongue strived to gather more and more.
Whimpering and whining, Weiss sucked harder, massaging the cream into herself. It felt so good and there was no part of her together enough to stop her from simply seeking all the pleasure she could get. Before long, she’d cum all over herself three or four times, her lips pushing the far limit of what Blake was willing to do to her.
“That’s it Kitten. There you go. I think you’ve cum enough and made your lips perfectly plump for now… I would really love to give that mouth of yours a good fucking though. Sadly, for now, I think we’ll have to head off or we’ll be late for our date.”
Weiss whined and pouted. She wanted to be played with more, to become Blake’s perfect little slut! Date smate! She wanted to be fucked and modded stupid by Owner!
“Aww, don’t be sad Kitten. I have a fun idea.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ll remind you later; bring them all back when we get home, but do you want to forget all this? Just think how cute it would be, you completely unaware of your new obsession while we are out at a nice dinner. Wouldn’t you like that? To be free of knowing what a slut you are and just be during dinner? It will be so cute when you get your memories back and start freaking out about all the odd things you did in public. What do you think Kitten? Would you like that? I won’t do it unless you want.”
“Yes! Yes! Please!”
“So? Where are we going for dinner?” Weiss cheered, wearing a crop top hoody and a short skirt that only hid about ninety percent of her new tattoo, the glow only faintly showing behind it. She idly chewed on one of the hoodie’s drawstrings, flicking it along her tongue, not a thought in the world about how much better she felt with something in her mouth.
“Well, if anything catches your eye on the walk around, I am up to try something new, but I think my favorite place should have a free spot or two open for me; they really should considering that I set aside a reservation for nine when I was on my home from seeing Marrow and Neon.”
“Oh? Really? Cool! What’s the place like?” Weiss questioned as she looked over Blake’s kitchen. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt herself naturally attracted to a banana, one she eagerly picked up and held to her lips a moment before pealing. It felt so nice there. Wow! She must have been really hungry!
“It’s just a little down the beach, the front bit is kind of a tiki area. They have some nice drinks, a lax atmosphere. I like their bar food cause it’s what my family always did when I was a kid, but they have some upscale things too. I think they have a fresh catch of the day option from the fish market?” Blake winced. “But… honestly, I always go for their fish and chips cause it’s easy and familiar.”
“Mhmm sounds good.” Weiss mused, slowly, and completely out of her own awareness, fellating the banana as it slipped deeper into her mouth only to come back out whole. Peculiarly, it was starting to feel like a hot day just after the sun went down. Odd! Island weather was truly odd! She moaned as she eventually downed the whole fruit whole and Blake was left certain that the room had shot up thirty degrees.
“So, umm! You? You ready to- hmm!” Blake cleared her throat and thanked the brothers that she did not actively have a cock to give tell to all of her desperation. “To go!” She yelped at the sight of Weiss licking her lips clean. Had some of the growth lotion ended up on her tongue? It looked longer! Fuck! It could probably wrap all the way around a cock twice!
“Mhmm!” Weiss hopped eagerly and rushed to Blake’s side without noticing her mate’s overly red complexion. All too quickly, the Kitten was latched to Blake’s arm and snuggling it.
All the while, Blake just strived to think on anything other than how far Weiss’s seemingly longer tongue could reach deep inside her slick cunt.
“Ohh! Wait! Shoes! I don’t have-”
“You don’t need them love. It’s kinda just a bar on the beach babe, they barely require shirts… on women.”
“Hehe, well, I guess my hoodie will be more than enough, huh?” Weiss grabbed the lower hem that hung limply over her beautifully enlarged chest.
“They get more than enough folks wearing… well what I was wearing when I met you, so, yes, it will be enough.” Blake considered taking Weiss somewhere a little more upscale. The island certainly had options for that, but the idea of dragging Weiss somewhere fancy just to have her fellating her straw seemed like… it would be harder to get Weiss to forgive her for. Plus, fancy dinner could be done tomorrow just as easily.
“Okey Dokey!” Weiss cheered. “Love you Owner!”
“Love you too Kitten.” Blake did her best to focus her mind once more, but kept having it slip back to Weiss’s elongated tongue.
The fresh air of the beach served to clear Blake’s head a little, but Weiss’s playing with the drawstring to her hoodie and occasionally sucking on the tip of her finger only served to make that all the harder. Had she unintentionally made a punishment for herself rather than one for Weiss- though, was it really a punishment if Weiss asked for it? That was something to think of for a while.
All the same, Blake had to pull her mind together when they arrived at the restaurant. Weiss submissively held to her and Blake dealt with the hostess, making sure they got a table outside with a good view of the beach and also one which had vinyl chair covers rather than cloth. There was no need to completely ruin a chair if Weiss got too flustered, and for some reason, Blake expected that just might end up being an issue at some point through their meal.
When the two sat, Blake pet Weiss’s ears and kissed her a little overly passionate. She wanted Weiss to enjoy herself, and if giving her a little saucy of a kiss would help, who was Blake to not indulge. Plus, it gave her a chance to push Weiss’s tall bar chair in for her and whisper a small “Good girl.” Into her ear. Weiss really deserved that, she had been phenomenal during their latest session, even if she couldn’t remember it.
Weiss’s cheeks burned red and she crossed her legs in what was an attempt to look lady-like, but really just served to give her a little something extra to press her thighs against for what relief that would give her.
“It’s really nice here. I- honestly, I’m surprised more faunus don’t live here.”
“Well, the island is only so big. It’s only so big, and travel out here is never free. I know plenty of faunus who never had the money to leave Atlass much less Mantle as a whole.
“Oh… right.” Weiss sighed.
“It’s alright. You’re helping now, remember?” Blake extended a hand, but Weiss looked too crestfallen to actually notice.
“Weiss, really, it’s not your-”
“And what can I get you two lovely ladies tonight?” A cheery voice greeted with a note pad already pulled out.
“Oh, I’ll have a beer; two actually, and she’ll have the strawberry daiquiri.”
“I’m having a daiquiri?”
“You like strawberries.” Blake shrugged. “Did you want something virgin?”
“No, no, it sounds nice, I just…” Weiss flushed. Blake was so strong, so self assured, she was just so… What she didn’t know was that being an icy drink with fruit chunks in it, the daiquiri had the largest straw of all the drinks on the menu, and it was served in an extra large coup style glass. Blake wanted to see what Weiss might do with some of that. “That sounds really nice.” Weiss settled.
“Perfect! And do you two have any idea what you might like to eat tonight or what appetizers catch your fancy?”
“Calamari if you’ve got it tonight, and fish n’ chips for me.” Blake answered. “What do you want Love?”
“I- umm… you said they had a market special?”
“Yup, we just got in some salmon!”
“Oh! Actually, swap me over to that!” Blake cheered.
“Me too please.” Weiss submissively requested.
“Ok, two beers, one daiquiri, two salmons plates of the day, and a calamari starter?”
“That’d be wonderful, thank you so much- oh, and can you get her an extra water?” Blake gestured to Weiss. She would be needing the extra fluids anyways.
“Course. I’ll be right back around with the water in a minute, the calamari should take closer to five or ten.”
“Sounds good.” Blake smiled politely to the waitress who disappeared back into the main dining area.
“Thank you.” Weiss hummed, idly tracing a finger over her lips.
“What for Kitten?”
“For actually taking me out?” Weiss guessed at what she actually meant. “I… I just like knowing that we aren’t just us behind closed doors? That it extends to out here?”
“Weiss, of course it does.” Blake’s expression fell.
“I- just…”
“Weiss, ‘I love you’ doesn't end when we leave my house.”
“I…” Weiss tried to put to words how such words often ended when she returned home; when there was no longer anyone to watch over and spot the lack of such sweet pleasantries. If her father only ever said it for show, it felt more than logical that Blake would never want to show it. “I just… wasn’t sure if it would make bad optics for you or not.”
“Who gives a fuck about optics?” Blake gruffed and the server returned with Blake’s beers and Weiss’s water.
“The daiquiri will be out in a moment, they are just blending it now.” She offered before running off again.
“Thanks.” Weiss called out and took to her water. Quickly, she took to her straw, holding it in her mouth, fiddling with it, occasionally slurping at her drink, but never letting the straw slip.
“First off,” Blake popped the cap off of her second beer by positioning it on the table’s corner and hitting it firmly with the palm of her hand. “I don’t give a fuck about what anyone says. That’s some stupid shit. Second, it’s not like you’re not helping; like you aren’t on my side. It’d be one thing if I had to defend my loyalties or like, compromise my actual morals…” Blake grabbed her other beer and offered it up to Weiss. “You want some? Just while you’re waiting on your drink- but I’m not; you aren’t your family, you don’t actually think the faunus are lesser, so, what’s it matter? Fuck the optics.”
Weiss hesitated, but when Blake shook the beer, and the sadness of realizing just how fucked her life had been; how much it had affected her, she took the beer. Before she knew it, Weiss had the beer ass up and pouring down her gullet. The buzz set in quickly; though it may have been more from the rush of chugging the beer in one go.
“Woah, slow down there Kitten?” Blake reeled and tried to focus despite how the neck of the bottle was entirely in Weiss’s throat.
“Mhmm! I- it’s… sorry.” Weiss whimpered and placed the bottle back down, but quickly lowered her head to suck on the tip.
“You’re fine sweetie, just… relax. No need to worry about optics or anything really. That’s all for SDC and stuff, not relationships, not even the White Fang.”
“Thanks hun.” Weiss relaxed a little.
“Any time sweetie.”
They sat, enjoying the ambiance for a moment, and eventually the appetizer and Weiss’s drink came around. Blake took that opportunity to order another duo of beers; she could use an opportunity to relax a little, and Weiss had drunk one of her’s whole. The waitress gave Weiss an odd look for how she sucked oddly on the empty bottle. “I… umm, Miss… do you… want me to take that empty one away for now?”
“Huh? My empty- the beer?” Weiss looked down to it only to bring it to her lips again.
“She’s good. Just, another water if you don’t mind? She’s going to need to stay hydrated if this is any sign for the night.”
“Ok, well, enjoy, and we’ll have your salmon out in ten or fifteen.”
“Thanks.” Blake offered and stole a piece of the freshly fried seafood. “So? Weiss, what do you think of calamari?”
“Mhmm! Looks good!” Weiss cheered and popped a ring to her lips before sticking her elongated tongue through it and licking like she was… There was no way the heiress didn’t know what she was doing, it was so lewd and all Blake could think of was getting over some of her hang ups and actually finally have Weiss go down on her. “Tasty.” The Kitten purred and finally pulled the treat into her mouth with a taunting lick of her lips.
“G- good.” Blake stammered and tried to distract herself with another piece.
“Feeling alright?” Weiss checked and turned her attention to the boozy red drink in an overly wide double extra large glass.
“Yup!” Blake sounded strangled as she forced her reply. She tried to soothe her thirst with her beer, but it seemed to only leave her fuzzy and craving more taunting from the slut she loved so much. “And you?”
“I’m great!” Weiss cheered, pulling up from her drink, but keeping the straw between her lips. “It’s… warm tho… and…. And my tummy is glowing.” Weiss giggled.
“So it is.” Blake checked to confirm by leaning over the side of the table to see the growing brightness. “You’ll likely be all pent up when we get back home.”
“I love you.” Weiss seemed to ignore Blake, just licking around the straw and pressing it into her mouth. “Wish I could…” She picked up another calamari ring and licked through it once more. “Bet Owner tastes extra good.”
“Maybe we’ll give you a chance to find out tonight.” Blake’s smirk waivered.
“Mhmm… we’ve done so much… why have you never had me eat you out yet?” Weiss wondered, half to herself, half as an actual question for Blake. “You’ve done it for me… and it’s so nice. I loved having your head between my thighs, licking up my needy cunt…” She mused and dripped onto her chair. “I bet it’d feel really good to have your fingers balling up my hair and your hips bucking onto my mouth.”
Blake grabbed at the table with all her might, striving to not rip it up, toss it into the ocean and dear god she needed to not give into the urge to fuck Weiss right there.
“Why did you only fuck my mouth with your big fat… sexy… knotted… cock…” Weiss mused and found the beer bottle at her lips once more.
“Holy fuck.”
“Bet you could sit on my face, ride me and make me yours all the mor-”
“I have some issues with it!” Blake snapped, more to get the topic to change before she shattered.
“Issues?”
“I-” Blake looked away.
“What do you mean issues?”
“It’s nothing Kitten. Just relax, enjoy your meal.” Blake sighed, beginning to temper herself better.
“Blake?”
“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.” Blake shook slightly.
“Blake!”
“What Kitten!”
“Why haven't you told me this before?”
“Would you have cared more than two weeks ago?”
“I! Well! No! But! But things are different! I! I know you better now and… and…”
“It doesn't matter, it’s not a big deal anyways.” Blake brushed aside, encouraged by the sight of two salmon plates coming in their direction. “See, there’s our dinner. Let’s focus on that.” Blake suggested as if there was any real chance of moving things along.
The waitress was again polite as she delivered the plates and checked if they needed anything else, but they needed nothing.
“Blake.” Weiss focused.
“Can we just eat?”
“No, if there is something wrong, I want to know; to be aware of how to actually be sensitive of your… issues. I am your girlfriend after all.”
“It’s not an issue, it was just a slip of the tongue. That’s all. Now this salmon smells so good, can we please just eat?”
“Blake.”
“It is nothing.”
“Fine then. Enjoy dinner.” Weiss fidgeted, trying to scooch back the tall bar chair, but nearly falling back every other moment.
“What are you doing?” Blake gaped.
“Going home.” Weiss huffed frustrated.
“What?”
“You don’t want to talk, that is alright, but I don’t feel like sticking around and worrying about you like this. Plus… honestly, if I stick around, I’ll drink, and if I drink, I won’t be together enough to not sleep with you tonight.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Blake reeled.
“If I stay, I wild drink, if I drink, I will inevitably get horny and fuck you.”
“And… you don’t want that?”
“If there is something about sex that makes you uncomfortable, then I am not comfortable having sex with you anymore unless I know how to be mindful of it.” Weiss finally managed to slip out of her seat.
“Weiss! You have to be kidding.”
“I love you, but no. I am not kidding. If you want to cuddle when you get home, I’ll be in my old bed in the basement.”
“Weiss.”
“Have a good dinner.”
“Wait!”
“Wait what?”
“It was… Adam alright?” Blake blurted out and it seemed to be enough to buy her another moment or two. “He just… had a thing about… about waking me up with… down there… whether I wanted it or not… and he… he thought my yelping in pain was supposed to be something good? So he had a thing about biting down there. Alright? So… so just… just be patient with me about it and don’t bite and you’ll be alright. Ok?”
“Is there anything else I need to know?” Weiss paused.
“No, that’s it. I was just worried… I don’t know… worry that it would feel the same? Like… the idea of being eaten out is phenomenal, but… I’m just still kind of scared he ruined it for me. I think it was for that reason, trying it with… different hardware was less scary? So… just be slow? Patient with me?”
“I can do that.” Weiss nodded patiently.
“Thank you. Now, can you please, please, for the love of brothers, please sit back down and enjoy your dinner? I want us to have a nice date, ok?”
“Ok.” Weiss moved to Blake’s side to hug her tight. “I love you. I just want you to be happy.”
“I know Kitten. And I appreciate you being so sweet, even if it does often come with your abundance of stubborn.” Blake sighed and Kissed Weiss’s cheek. “I love you.”
“Good!” Weiss huffed and forced herself back up to her seat. “Because I am hungry and this smells phenomenal.”
End of Chapter 45
