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A New Kitten Chapter 43
🕑 Added 2023-03-15 07:14:14 +0000 UTCChapter 43
“You’re over halfway done.” Blake encouraged. “You’re over halfway done, and I won’t blame you if you need to stop here.”
“No.” Weiss shook her head. “Want… want to have it finished.”
“Such a determined girl, aren’t you?”
Weiss nodded.
“I’m going to move to the tendrils now; you won’t be able to cum as I work on them, so I need to do them before I finish up the flame. We… we umm… can’t have you accidentally going into a heat and unable to cum.” Blake gave a worried smile.
“I! Will the flame- it will send me into a…” Weiss looked down to Blake with something between worry and excitement.
“Not a full one Kitten, but, yes, I fear it might result in a temporary heat while I fill it in. And, it might linger just a little- likely just until one round has been truly sated… so… yeah, we’ll want you to be able to cum during and after that.”
“But… you’ll… you’ll take care of me during my heat… right?”
“Always Kitten.” Blake stood just to kiss Weiss. “The only thing that could stop me would be you telling me you don’t want me to help.”
Weiss’s smile relaxed and so did she. Knowing Blake would help her… it didn’t take away all the fear of going into a heat so soon, but it did something to help it abate. “Thank you.” She fidgeted and settled in the chair.
“Always.” Blake whispered back.
When Blake set back in to begin at the ornate tendrils, Weiss could almost visualize a literal lock clicking closed over her. If Blake ever wanted her to suffer through denial again, she’d have no recourse, no way to fight, no relief to be found. Weiss panted at the thought. It had no right to be so hot and so terrifying all at once. She could only hope this was the real Blake; that the Owner she’d grown to love, the soft tender Owner was the real one. It was rare for her, but Weiss had faith. She believed in Blake; that her Owner truly loved her back, that Blake would earnestly care for her.
Faith did a lot to comfort Weiss, but there was still something mildly unnerving about allowing her ability to orgasm be locked under Blake’s control. Unnerving in the most arousing, breathtaking way possible, but unnerving all the same. As Blake went, the ends, those portions farter out from her center were mildly less painful, but also almost entirely unarrousing. She was actually rather grateful for that while it lasted. It meant she wasn’t left dying and keening on the edge of orgasm while Blake worked.
Weiss looked down occasionally to spot how the tattoo was coming along. She’d already seen the design in theory fro, the two rough estimations of it Blake had drawn on her, but the latest outline had been wiped away when Blake prepared her skin. All she’d had to go off of since was the rough stencil Blake applied just before she began actually tattooing. Somehow, despite some of the details and their impromptu nature, Weiss adored every decision Blake made. The heart was beautiful and so was the plaid glow it let off. Blake was almost done with the ornate design that branched off from the rest of the tattoo. It was very similar to everything she’s seen in her favorite… less than clean comics. It wrapped around and along her hip bones and by her mons in a fashion that almost appeared to be vines growing over her, growing entwined with her. It didn't feel entirely unlike that; like the vines and their thorns crawled over her slowly locking in with her fair flesh.
It was a growth Weiss found herself yielding to. Even as it approached her core and the pain combined with the vibrations slowly turned to something beautiful and torturous. It was so close to being something blissful. Something perfect. But then the sensation of her body ever so close began to creep in at the corners of Weiss's existence. As it did, she could feel Blake working her way under and around the heart; just above her sex, just over the root of her clit. Fuck she could feel it all the way through. The needle's reverberations struck through and pierced past just her skin. It ran all the way through to her core and continued to torture her. With each stroke of the needle, Weiss could feel her orgasm as if inevitable, but her body just wouldn't; couldn't. She couldn't. She wanted, needed, craved, and even turned to Blake to plead with her. But there was nothing the Owner could do for the poor Kitten. She needed to finish before anything could be done for it, before Weiss’s body could be unlocked and allowed to cum.
The new faunus broke down in blissful tears and sobs as Blake finished the left and moved on to the right. It was only half done, Weiss’s suffering had only begun.
When Blake had finally finished with her work, her brow dripped with sweat. The room had long since been hot; scalding with all of Weiss’s unsatisfied arousal. If that alone and the taxing concern that came with it wasn’t enough, there was still the physical exertion of keeping Weiss pinned down. Sure, the Kitten was bound by the restraints, but she had just enough play to truly fuck up the tattoo’s design. Besides, Weiss was certainly giving what restraints there were a run for their money. Each line, each stroke, each stretch, each poke, Weiss bucked and fought for relief. It went on and on and on until finally Blake reached the end of the tattoo’s tendrils. She finally arrived at the final poke. From there, she was fast to unseal the restraints. Its very nature, blocking off parts of her nerves and allowing the connection back required the circuit to be completed before Weiss could be freed again.
Without any stimulation whatsoever, Weiss broke out into craven screams and cries. She cried and howled. Already a broken bitch, and her heat had yet to actually arrive. She came, covered Blake in the abundance that was her release and continued to shutter well after the climax had ebbed.
Once more, Blake removed her gloves and stood. She moved to Weiss’s side and began pulling back her hair with gentle fingers that traced nails along the Kitten’s scalp. “Shh, shh, shh, it’s all over baby girl. You’re fine, you’re alright. No more edging. And I’ll only use it when you want… or if you give me permission to.” Blake kept her options open, but she seemed earnest in her care and offering.
“B- B- Blake.” Weiss managed weakly.
“That’s it. That’s it Kitten. You’re alright, you’re safe.” Blake offered up with gentle peppering kisses over Weiss’s forehead.
“Tooo… much.”
“I knew it was too much.” Blake huffed, angry with herself. “You said you would be alright. I! I thought you would be alright!” She snapped in something just under a yell. She rushed to rip off every binding that kept Weiss pinned down. “Fuck! I’m sorry! I should have known this bit would be-” Blake continued on mid freak out only to be caught by Weiss’s newly freed hand.
“Too… good.” Weiss corrected herself huskily. “It was soooo good.” She panted lowly.
“I! Huh? I! Oh!” Blake’s eyes flashed with understanding and she let go of the bindings she was about to release. “You prev!”
“Yours.” Weiss cooed.
“All mine. But stop scaring me like that. I love you. I can’t have you freaking me out like that all the time.”
“I’ll work on it.” Weiss replied sloppily.
“You want me to finish the rest of it, don’t you?” Blake questioned.
Weiss’s eyes widened. “Yes!” She needed to feel the satisfaction that would only come from being sent into a heat only to have it satiated. In honesty, what she wanted was to feel a knot split her, to feel that deepest of sensual pain as Blake held her close. She wanted it above all else.
“And you’re sure you can make it through the rest?” Blake looked back down. It would likely be the smallest portion, but Weiss already so strung out, it would also likely be the hardest one to get through. Not to mention the reality that it was likely the most sensitive of all the areas.
Weiss took a moment to steady herself, but she nodded. “I can. But… be quick?”
“I’ll go as quick as I can without hurting you or making it sloppy. And as soon as we’re done, I’ll give you some of the of the dust to help it heal up. You’ll surely still be tender, but… when I get to fucking you, you won’t be crying cause I’m slamming down on an open wound.”
Weiss grew a dreamy look. “Fucking me.” She cooed. “Want… knot… your knot.” Weiss mused and purred.
“I have some dust for myself too. Nothing permanent, we don’t need to send me into any uncontrollable ruts, but, yes.” Blake turned and bit firmly at the inside of Weiss’s thigh. “I’ll have a knot to please my Kitten’s heat. You won’t need for anything when we’re done.”
“Ohh, yes.” Weiss shuttered.
“Good girl. Just breathe through this for me, and you’ll be alright.”
“Yes Miss.”
“Good.”
Again, Blake got down to work. Mixing the ink was harder than she anticipated. With all the things she wanted it to do, making sure it stayed the pitch black of her hair was a challenge. But, eventually, she got it. The ink a rich black, the dust laced within it at an appropriate concentration. This would work… even if the heat it would send Weiss into made the Kitten hate her till it was over.
Weiss was prepared for the sting. She was prepared for the pain. It was worse than the rest had been, but she knew she could take it. She could do this. What she wasn’t prepared for was the heat; not the burn of the needle puncturing her, but the sensation of whatever it was laced with seeping into her womb. It was quick to change her. Blake had barely finished filling up a singular flame’s tip before Weiss could feel something in her change. Her walls greedily clamped. She needed to be filled, filled right, filled by Owner! In frustration that it was the wrong thing to be inside her, Weiss removed the tampon and tossed it into the trash can Blake had been tossing all the extra paper towels into.
“Oh, yeah. Your cycle should be done now; this should end it to push you along.” Blake informed. Weiss somehow already knew this, she couldn’t tell how, but she vaguely suspected it was just that her body knew and that tipped her off.
“Mhmm.” Weiss nodded.
“Ok, I know it’s a lot, but you can do this.”
“I- I can.” Weiss affirmed for herself.
The needles rejoined with Weiss’s flesh, pounding the new heat in with every stroke. Thunk thunk thunk. Heat heat heat. Need need need. Fill fill fill. Owner owner owner. Weiss almost thought she could feel each individual needle piercing her each time it came back down. She breathed, breathed through it all, but it only brought oxygen to the flame that had already begun to smolder in her core. If she had been fresh and retained her wits rather than her exhausted state, she might have known well enough not to fan the flames. As she was? She had no chance. The flames felt good as they built, her core felt good, even as it clamped down on nothing. Just the knowledge that she’d soon have Owner’s knot was enough to urge her on, to push her forward. Sadly, with that, she completely ignored the reality that she was pushing herself further and further, falling and falling and falling.
Little vignettes played behind Weiss’s eyes. She imagined all the ways her owner could use her, all the ways Blake could find an new method to abuse her poor holes. It was just a shame she wasn’t being fucked now. But she loved the idea of being pushed further into depravity; having it occur at her own request was all the better and all the worst for what felt like the same reason. It was also an added marginal benefit that Blake seemed to be more than willing to help. She clearly enjoyed, adored getting to corrupt her little Kitten, and who was Weiss to refuse when she loved it all so.
The heat came and began to crash over Weiss quick. The pleasant clamp and growing flame turned to an inferno and a searing emptiness. It was the greatest injustice that she was not filled, filled right, and filled right now! Didn’t Blake know that? Couldn’t she smell it? Weiss could clearly smell her own arousal, it was obvious to the point of being painful. Beyond that, there was the fact that just looking down to her tummy was nearly blinding against the dark of her previously sealed eyes. Her body was crying out to Owner in every way it could! Weiss was even keening! A kneeling bitch in heat. Brothers, why did that make it all the more delicious.
Blake seemed to pretend to notice! She just continued… whatever it was she was doing. Weiss had long since forgotten, and she didn’t much care. It hurt without Owner filling her up, and Owner should have known that! She should be doing something about it! Like giving herself an inhumanly fat cock to shove up Weiss’s every needy hole, to fill her up with all the little kittens they could ever have together. Blake was stern, she would make a good mother. Weiss… knew better than to ever think the same of herself, but with her heat burning through her, she didn’t much care. She’d made it through life with functionally one parent, and he was an asshole, any children she and Blake could have together would be much better off! Yes! And Blake had to know that! And! And if she knew it! Then! Then why the hell wasn’t she doing it? Why hadn’t she started already? Why in the world was Owner still clothed! That was a sin! As soon as Weiss was freed from the rest of her bindings, she would tear off all of Blake’s clothing with her teeth!
It needed to die! It needed to all be ripped off and burned! Blake needed not for clothes! All she needed was bare skin against her Kitten! Yes! That was all either of them needed and Weiss was more than sure of it.
Weiss fought and writhed against her bindings, completely forgetting that she had a free hand with which she could undo everything else that held her down. She simply did not have the spare brain power for that. All her mind was completely devoted to her utter and all consuming need to fuck, to be bred, to be used and filled, to please Owner and to be pleased. If only she could get that, she would be perfectly fine. She could live off of Blake’s cum alone if she had her mouth filled with it frequently enough! Weiss was certain! And how beautiful it would be to constantly have Blake’s sex in her mouth or on her lips! Yes! What a phenomenal idea. That was all she needed.
Weiss tried to explain her great and wonderful plan to Blake but it mostly just came out as a jumbled mess of kenning whimpers. But! But! Blake was Owner! She should understand! She loved Weiss! She would know what Weiss needed!
By sheer coincidence, or simply because at the worst point, Blake had finished, the Owner stood. She stood and began cleaning up Weiss’s abdomen. It was warm? Pouch! It hurt! Why did her lower belly hurt? Huh? Light? Bright light? From her belly?
“Yes, there there Kitten. You’re almost done. We’ll be sating your heat in just a moment here.” Blake comforted with the height of logic and aplomb as she cleaned off the tattoo. “Here you go Kitten.” She reached over to her work station to pull out the dust crystal she had saved for if Weiss was overwhelmed and pressed it to Weiss’s lips. The new faunus was almost so far gone, she practically bit Blake. Thankfully, she didn’t, but she did end up licking Blake’s fingers for an awkward amount of time. It was… hotter than it had any right to be given the fact that Blake had yet to even grow herself a cock as a temporary thing. It gave her far too many ideas. But those ideas could wait, Weiss’s heat could not.
The Kitten seemed to be good about taking her dust, when Blake finally pulled her hand away, Weiss crunched down on the dust and slumped. She still fought, but it was much weaker, and she seemed notably closer to content than she had been beforehand. It was enough that Blake could undo the bindings that Kept Weiss the rest of the way tied down, and even carry her to bed. In her nightstand was where Blake had stashed the new dust. Originally it had just been intended to see how the other half lived. Why not? If she had the spare dust, why not? Just pop a dick for the night and take it out as a test drive. Her existing sex was a small minefield of triggers after some of the things Adam had done, so maybe a cock would be more accessable fun with less trauma to unpack. Well, she would be unpacking a lot more than just that tonight as Views whined and begged to be filled and bred.
The tattoo seemed to heal well already. There was only a thin layer of plasma, but the flesh underneath seemed to have healed just like anything else would have after consumption of the dust. Blake was happy for that, because it meant she could make a small tweak to Weiss’s system. With one hand, she reached out, touched the black flame in just such a way that lined up with the aura she had initiated it with and pumped more aura into Weiss. The Kitten didn’t seem to notice it at all, that was good. The only step left was to…
Blake stripped off her pants and took the new dust to her crotch. From there, she focused her aura in her finger tips, and crushed it. The dust resultant from the crushed… well dust, she spread against her mons and just above her slit. Ir grew fast, faster than Blake had ever expected and with a tight pulling all around her core. It would have been painful if it hadn’t felt like a really nice stretch to muscles she literally hadn’t had prior.
“H- holy shi- shattered moon in the sky.” Blake gawked at her own crotch where the cock stood hard and proud. She’d for whatever reason expected it to grow soft, but given how long she spent with Weiss’s sex in her fact, it was near impossible for her to be anything other than approaching diamond cutting stiffness. Naturally, a hand fell down to hold the underside of the new appendage. It felt nice. The base in particular felt sensitive- she had a good suspicion as to why, her knot was already dying to pop and swell inside the poor Kitten. “Fuck, it’s…” Blake shuttered, at the surprising pleasure that came with the smallest stroke. “Brothers… I- Woah! Wait!” Blake yelped as she spotted Weiss turning on the bed and launch into attack mode. It was hopeless to stop her by the moment that Blake noticed. Weiss had already launched at her crotch.
Eagerly, Weiss pressed her lips to the head, forming the perfect hint of resistance as she forced her head further down. Weiss growled possessively over the appendage as her mouth easily formed a suction and her lips effortlessly slipped lower and lower down on Blake’s cock.
“Oh fuck… Weiss… that’s… that’s phenomenal.” Blake felt her hand slip down to the back of Weiss’s head where she naturally balled up the Kitten’s hair as a handle and held Weiss steady as she began to test what it might feel like to buck forward into Weiss’s mouth. It was better than she could have ever anticipated. Weiss was warm, wet, and velvety in the best way. Her throat offered the perfect resistance against the head, and Blake honestly feared the new appendage might melt off before Weiss could actually get what she needed. “B- brothers.” She murmured and rocked her hips back and forth into the Kitten as she made little choking noises.
“Mowr!” Weiss garbled onto the cock as Blake tested pulling back out.
“Fuckin… good Kitten.” Blake husked and bucked up and in harder. Weiss’s throat took to her perfectly, the most resistance Blake thought she could handle and she could already feel herself approaching a climax. It was too much, and understandably so. The new tension growing between her legs and at the base of the cock was completely alien to her. It was alien and indulgent beyond measure. In an action she would feel mildly guilty for later when Weiss’s throat was horse and sore, Blake forced her hips forward till she could feel Weiss’s lips wrapped around her base and held her there. Blake held the Kitten there and cried out as her new sex pulsed and shot her essence into the poor girl’s throat. “H- holy… what the… Kitten…” Blake reeled and slowly pulled herself out from Weiss’s slutty mouth. “Good… you did so good.” She praised and shivered at the wet pop of her cock finally freeing from Weiss’s lips.
“Haaah.” Weiss looked up dazily, her tongue sticking out and some cum still lingering on it.
“Good… good girl.” Blake cheered and pet Weiss’s hair back into some semblance of neat and tidy.
“T- thank Owner.” Weiss sloppily slurped up the cum that almost dribbled out of her mouth and then what was beginning to bead down from Blake’s new appendage.
“Fucking… holy shit.” Blake tried to center herself against the sensation of her sensitive head being sucked on.
“Tasty.” Weiss purred.
Blake huffed. “Kitten… you’re going to have to slow down for a moment… I- oof that was nice.” Blake felt her knees weak and sat down on the bed next to Weiss before she fell down. Not wanting to leave Weiss uncared for, she idly scratched behind the Kitten’s new ears.
Weiss purred and twitched her ears into the touch. “Owner taste good.” She limply crawled closer to her Owner to rest her head down on Blake’s lap. Naturally, her head landed close to Blake’s new appendage and within a moment or two, she was licking and trying to suck at it again.
“Shh, shh. Give me a moment.” Blake breathed heavily. “And no, we need to sate your heat, not rile you up more .”
“Bu- but… good… so good.” Weiss complained.
“I should have known you’d be beyond insatiable when you went into heat.” Blake gently pulled Weiss away just as her length began to rear back to life. “You’ll drain me dry, won’t you baby girl?”
Weiss panted. “Fill! Fill me up! Wanna… wanna give you kittens.” She began to work herself up to her hands and knees then to her knees from which she tried to mount Blake’s lap.
Blake chuckled. “No, no Kitten, there’s no way in hell I’ll let you be on top for our first time like this.”
Weiss whined at being denied anything she wished.
“Lay down.”
Weiss pouted and whined harder.
Blake closed her eyes and inhaled, doing her best to gather herself amongst all the assaulting sensations of Weiss, her scent, the new appendage, and the endorphins of her release. “Come on beautiful, don’t you want to be bred, filled up, split and parted by a knot? Don’t you want-” Blake opened her eyes in response to the feeling of the bed shifting. Weiss had already flopped onto her back and parted her legs wide. One hand traced idly over her new tattoo and the other toyed with her soaked and swollen pussy with gentle strokes.
“Please!” Weiss nodded hastily.
“Yes, yes, of course little Kitten.” Blake sighed and began to move. She slipped a hand down to her new cock and stroked it the rest of the way back to life. It still felt better than she’d intended, even with her rough calloused hand against the sensitive new flesh.
“Owner!” Weiss complained.
“What Kitten? So impatient you can’t even wait for me to get into position?” Blake teased.
“I! I! I…” Weiss pouted and looked away ashamed.
“It’s ok. No more waiting love.” Blake lowered her lips to Weiss’s as she lined herself up with the Kitten’s entrance. She pressed down and up at once, pressing herself in as she began to kiss.
Weiss purred loudly as she wrapped her arms and legs wrapped tighter around Blake.
“Love you sweet Kitten.” Blake broke the kiss and cooed back into her pet’s ear.
The Kitten’s breaths only grew louder as she rocked her hips greedily onto Blake’s new length. It was almost too much for Blake. Weiss’s mouth had been its own form of heaven, but her pussy was something else entirely. It was baffling how her body clamped down around the aching member. She could barely breathe in the wake of the sensation. It was like Weiss strangled out her life through her greedy pussy. Blake was more than happy to deliver. Quickly, she stole Weiss’s lips back, biting and nipping at them as she tasted Weiss.
Kitten still tasted vaguely of semen, but also herself. There was something far hotter than Blake could ever have expected about tasting herself coating Weiss; like she’d even marked the Kitten’s insides, something she’d be doing a lot more of in a moment.
“Cum! Cum! Close! Clit! Fuck! Cum!” Weiss rasped out in between Blake’s rough and dominant kisses. “Cum, bite! Neck! Bite! Fuck! Fill! Kittens!”
“You need to cum sweetie?” Blake moved to kiss along Weiss’s neck. “Need me to bite and mark you before I fill you up with my cum?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! Yes!” Weiss grabbed and pulled at Blake, striving to pull her down and into her harder and harder. If that wasn’t enough, Weiss’s walls seemed to clamp harder and harder at Blake, quickly driving her insane.
The Kitten reeked of need, she was desperate to her core, and everything about her odor screamed it to what animal remnants there were in Blake’s biological coding. It made everything almost undeniable when Weiss pleaded again to be bitten and bred. Admittedly, the knowledge that she’d ensured Weiss couldn’t conceive for today comforted Blake, but she still worried she might have lost all control. Her head ducked down, teeth revealed as she nearly tore into Weiss’s neck, biting her hard enough that there would undoubtedly be a scar. With the taste of blood hitting her tongue, Blake bucked herself flush into Weiss. She couldn’t help but scream into her Kitten as the base of the new appendage seared in the split, the pop of her knot. The only peace was being soothed by Weiss’s warmth. Though, that was the ultimate peace for sure. Such conclusions were only reaffirmed by Weiss’s cries of orgasm and walls drawing out her climax.
Before long, the two were a panting mess on the bed, breathing hard as their bodies locked into each other by Blake’s knot. Weiss’s heat was slow to subside, but with her need sated, it did. Head clearing, she snuggled into Blake, cooed and purred her pleasure. For the two, there was not a single thing out of place about the world that evening.
End of Chapter 43
