A New Kitten Chapter 44

Chapter 44

When morning broke and light streamed in through the windows bright enough to force Weiss to wake, she could still feel Blake's weight atop her. The owner had passed out not long after they were tied together. She purred at the sheer memory of the stretch. Now, in her right mind and no longer jumbled by desperation, ache, pain, drugs, or heat, the idea of being filled with the same knot seemed terrifying over anything else, but the memory was still warm. Warm, gentle, and heavenly. For whatever reason, she felt comfortable in the knowledge that despite all her pleading, she had not been bred. Blake wouldn't go making a decision like that without her in her right mind and with the capability to say no. But… honestly Weiss couldn't help but wonder if it would be nice. Every time the thought popped into her head she remembered how horrible her parents had been and swiftly decided against ever trying, but for a moment, it seemed nice. Stupid, but nice.

Blake groaned and stretched atop her.

“Mo- morning.” Weiss tried to greet cheerily, but her throat was still raspy after being fucked the previous night.

“Morning, you alright?”

“Yeah, just… things were a bit rough last night. Good, really good, but rough.” Weiss explained, her throat threatening to give out.

“I- I didn't mean to- to hurt you. I’m sorry Kitten.” Blake wrapped her arms tight around Weiss and rolled them over so Weiss was on top of her instead.

“It’s ok.” Weiss hummed and melted into her warm Owner.

Blake pouted into Weiss’s neck, but she seemed to give up on feeling guilty as Weiss settled in comfortably. “Are you… feeling any better? How is the tattoo?”

Weiss looked up like it was the first time she remembered a tattoo had been placed on her; and then another realization, where it had been placed; the so intimate spot. She rolled off of Blake and looked down to see it. The heart was only a drop of a faint glow at the lowest part, it seemed like it would fill and glow brighter as she grew desperate. It was beautiful tho. All the tendrils and how the interwove with her, the black flame, the most clear sign that she was owned and loved. Fingers traced it with something between embarrassment and reverence. She couldn’t believe what it was, what she’d allowed. More astoundingly, she couldn’t believe how much she loved it. “It’s perfect.” She cooed.

“Good.” Blake turned over onto her side and draped a finger over the flame. Weiss could feel the warmth of Blake’s aura focused in her fingertips and how it did something to the flame, but she couldn’t quite tell what.

“Hmm?” Weiss looked to Blake with eyes that would ask all her questions for her.

“Oh… umm… you… you’ll be- well, not fertile fertile… but… I had a blocker so no mistakes happened and…” Blake stammered with a growing flush.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Course Kitten.” Blake nodded. “Umm… but, don’t go fucking anyone else now, cause you’re heat could come any moment; the real one that won’t just be sated with a single mating. And… that one… well, you would be hard pressed to go through that and not end up with a little hitch hiker.”

Weiss giggled. “A little hitch hiker, huh?”

“I- well… yeah!” Blake deflected.

“No, no, I like the name… makes it sound sweet rather than scary.”

“Aww come on, what’s scary about a little-”

“An eight pound human being forced through my vagina?”

“Yup, you win, that’s terrifying.”

Weiss giggled again and cuddled close to Blake. “Thank you again though.”

“Well! If… if you have any other punishments or fun Kitten things you want or miss, I’m your lady.”

“You’re just my lady.”

“Well, that too I guess.”

Weiss nuzzled into Blake’s chest. “Owner.” She submissibly half corrected, half just added.

“Well, I’ll be that as long as you want.”

“Always.”

“Alright Kitten.”

The rest of the day was calm. Blake went a little overboard with hopeful remedies for Weiss’s throat, but that was sweet more than anything. She did have to leave to go check on Neon and Marrow. When she came back, Blake told Weiss that Marrow was doing much better. Apparently, he’d even asked Blake to help him with healing his tail. It was good to hear that he was doing well, but what concerned Weiss was the utter dearth of information about Neon.

“Yeah, so, he is doing a lot better! His tail is still kind of just a nub for now, but there’s the framework for more, and it’s starting to grow. It will sadly probably take a bit longer to fix now cause it took him a while to come around. But he’ll be-”

“And Neon?” Weiss questioned low and quiet to avoid aggravating her throat.

“I…”

“Is she alright?”

“No, she isn’t… she refused to let me help with her tail… doctors too. They are worried it will get infected.” Blake sighed. “I just… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Do… do you think I should talk to her?” Weiss tried.

Blake looked like she wanted to answer kindly, but her answer felt anything but. “Weiss, I love you, but you… you’re a Schnee.”

“I just… I thought that cause…” Weiss’s tail curled around her and she held it. “Cause I’ve had some changes made to me without my permission… and… and… but… you’re right. I- I’m a…” Weiss petered out, the reminder of all she was and all she had done weighing down on her shoulders a new. She never deserved the second chance she got, so of course not everyone would be willing to extend it to her.

“Weiss, I-”

“I get it.” Weiss traced her tail and ear with the tips of her fingers. “These don’t make me… I know.” Weiss shook the silly thoughts from her head and moved to rest on Blake’s couch.

“Weiss…” Blake whispered hollow.

“Couch cuddles? I could go for some couch cuddles!” Weiss suggested, tossing up an arm for Blake to see her from the other side of the couch.

Blake just sighed. “Alright Kitten. Couch cuddles.”

Once more, the two had their day there in front of the television, gently cuddling and watching stray movies. Calm and quiet, they enjoyed each other. Weiss found comfort in Blake’s arms while Blake delighted in caressing her cute Kitten. At some time in the evening, Owner was pulled away for some time to deal with Jacques. From what she reported back to the Kitten, he was furious, livid and ready to murder, but he was also scared. The plans were working. Weiss had for the first time in her life had a true victory over him. She offered to help Blake again, that they could start with the next step that night, but Blake just shook her head and pulled Weiss into her lap.

It felt impossible to argue with Blake’s lips on hers as Weiss felt tender fingers scratching around her tail. “I appreciate that Kitten, but I want some time with you.”

“B- but-” Weiss whimpered weak to all of Blake’s kisses.

“He won’t act, he’s scared, you said that yourself, right?”

“Yes.” Weiss nodded.

“If things get any worse, I’ll know within the hour. We’ll be able to stop it before anything bad happens; his false democracy may be a rouse for a dictatorship, but like all other democracies, it is slow.” Blake explained as she pressed her lips to the marking she’d left on Weiss’s neck the last night.

“Ohh… I- you’re right… it’s… slow.”

“So, we have time. And, I think we’ve earned ourselves a break.” Blake offered.

Weiss shifted uncomfortably at that. A break? She didn’t deserve a break! How could she ever! After everything she’d-

“Shh, get out of that head of yours Kitten.” Blake whispered.

“I!”

“You know what, it’s time for something you reminded me we should have been doing.” Blake smirked.

Weiss pulled back. “I- Uugh… O- Owner… P… punishments yesterday were really nice and all, but… I- I don’t know that I can handle more already. Even if it is nice and soft.” Weiss whimpered, flushed and embarrassed. None of it was made any easier for the heiress by Blake’s judgemental and thoroughly pleased look. “I! What are you looking at!” Weiss barked out.

“Just my adorable flushed little Kitten.”

“I! Well! I! I still can’t do anymore! I! I love you! But it’s just too much!”

Blake huffed a singular chuckle. “You know, I wasn’t planning to punish you at all, but now that you are going on and on about it, it makes me wonder if there isn’t something fun we could do with your body.”

Weiss burned and her cheeks turned so red she felt like she could see it.

“You know, your mouth was so good last night. Maybe you’d like some sluttier lips? A little oral fixation? Not that you need much to get you to convince you to get to work like that, obviously.”

“I! I have no idea what you mean!”

“Really? You don’t remember attacking my dick last night? It’s just a shame it’s gone now, I bet you’d be on your knees and begging to put it in your mouth again.”

“What! Of course not! Ridiculous! You’re ridiculous Owner!” Weiss turned her head, but her eyes seemed to keep snapping back to Blake.

“Aww… I’m sure there’s something we could do to make you a little more honest with yourself.” Blake raised her hand to Weiss’s cheek and laid her thumb on the heiress’s lower lip. “I don’t want my little Kitten getting confused or thinking she’s not exactly the craven slut she is.”

Weiss’s heart raced, her breaths hastened, and she instinctively bit her lower lip. Blake was too good at this, too effective. Owner’s thumb pulled down her lower lip and she couldn’t stop as her jaw lowered slightly too.

“Good girl. Now are you telling me you don’t want something to suck on right now?”

Weiss whined. She whined breathless and her traitorous tongue darted out to lick at the tip of Owner’s thumb.

“Aww? That didn’t sound like a yes.” Blake pouted.

“I-” The thumb pushed slightly into her mouth and Weiss naturally sealed her lips around it.

“Good girl.” Blake repeated sweet and low as Weiss began to suck and swirl her tongue around the thumb. “Does that feel better? Doesn’t being honest with yourself make you feel better Kitten?”

Weiss nodded only to take the thumb in deeper. Fuck! Blake was right! That! Evil, sexy, temptress of an Owner. Weiss wanted Blake’s cock back in her mouth. She wanted to be sucking on it dutifully as Blake caressed her ears and whispered beautiful words of encouragement. What more could an obedient Kitten crave in life? Other than to be taken care of and submissively took to Owner’s cock.

Weiss could have completely lost herself in the slightly salty taste of Blake’s flesh, she could have, but Blake roused her from the subtle trance servicing Owner brought by caressing behind her ears. “Mhmm?”

“Didn’t hear me, huh Kitten?”

Weiss shook her head but sucked harder when Blake went to pull her thumb back. She whined and pouted onto the digit as Blake tried to pull it back again.

“Aww, Kitten. I didn’t know you wanted it that bad.” Blake hummed. “Maybe I really should give you a bit of an oral fixation or mod your lips some. I bet you’d really like it.”

Weiss batted her eyes something between shamefully and enticingly.

“You’ll want to release my thumb eventually though.”

“Humm?”

“We’re going out.” Blake answered.

“Whaa?” Weiss questioned with Blake’s thumb still in her mouth.

“You wanted me to take you out on some real dates, no?”

“Wai- r- really” Weiss spat out the thumb, her ears perking up. “You want to take me out, like on a date?”

“Why not?” Blake shrugged. “I love you, it’s a nice night on the island, my favorite place is open tonight, and it’s probably your last day where you can reliably have anonymity. People won’t recognize you with these ears for now, but when the latest video goes public, word will spread and…”

“I would like one night of no one knowing.” Weiss nodded.

“Hey, cheer up Kitten, most faunus are out here to unplug, to distance from all the racism back on the mainland. Plus, with connection still being shoddy at best, there’s an extra good chance you won’t be recognized.”

“Maybe.” Weiss nodded. “Hopefully.”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“I love you Kitten.”

“I love you too Owner.” Weiss rested her head on Blake’s shoulder.

“So…” Blake announced after a moment of peace. “Do you just wanna get going, or would you rather I have a little fun with you first?”

Weiss’s cheeks burned anew. Why the hell had Blake had to go and put all of those slutty ideas in her mind? Now there was nothing she could think about other than how nice it would be to always need Blake’s cock between her lips! Brothers… what if Blake covered her lips in that sensitivity cream? It had been so long since it’d been used on her… maybe it was about time? Maybe she missed how good it made her cum, how much she loved having her body modded and fucked with.

“Be honest with me Kitten.” Blake enticed.

Weiss whimpered. “M… make… make me a good… a good oral s-slut.” Shivers ran up and down her spine and she desperately wished it could just be done to her without having to ask again. At least before she wasn’t made to willingly ask for her body to be tampered with. Then again… she did love this in its own way, even if she felt painfully ashamed.

“You sure Kitten? You want to be constantly obsessed with having that pretty mouth of yours fucked?”

Weiss nodded.

“I think we can manage that.” Blake turned to kiss Weiss and lay her back down on the couch.

End of Chapter 44