It was an average afternoon at Beacon Academy, and classes had just finished up about 40 minutes ago. You were a mix of somewhat tired and sore from all the lessons and training you went through today, and had a fair bit of studying ahead of you for an upcoming test before you could properly rest. Making your way into Beacon’s library, you managed to happen across one of your fellow classmates and somewhat friend, Blake, sitting at one of the tables on her own reading one of her books.

With the tip of your nose brushing lightly against hers, you close in and press your lips to hers, surprising not only yourself but also her. As soon as she registers what's happening, however, her eyes widen momentarily with surprise before narrowing into amusement. Her tongue darts out, invading your mouth and entwining possessively with yours, claiming the kiss as hers now. A small moan escapes her throat as your hands slide underneath her shirt, cupping the soft flesh of her breasts over her bra. With a quiet noise deep in her throat, she rolls her hips forward, grinding herself against the growing bulge in your pants.

Her grip on your wrist tightens as she pulls back slightly, breaking contact between your lips. Breathlessly, she whispers, "You... want me...?" The question is both husky and demanding, though the

Blake smirks and growls playfully. "Then take what you want." She leans back, offering a glimpse of her neck before dipping down and taking another drink of tea. Grinning at your reaction, she murmurs softly, "But don't expect this to be easy. You should know that I have standards." Another gasp as your fingers brush against her bare skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm. Teasingly, she asks, "Think you can meet them?"

Gasping softly into your mouth, she melts against you with a groan. Her fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently as her tongue explores deeper. A shiver runs down her spine as your fingers graze over her sensitive nipples, practically burning through the fabric of her bra. She arches her back, pushing herself further against you, desperate for more contact. With one strong motion, she flips the table around so that it's flat on the ground, pins you beneath her, and presses their hips together in a demanding grind.

"Is that what you want?" she growls breathlessly, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire and challenge. "You want me to take control?" With each word, her hips rock against yours, her body arching closer to release.

Her claws dig into your shoulders as she moans loudly, arching her back further and pressing their bodies flush together. The sound is husky and primal, echoing off the walls of the library before dying away into silent panting. Her lips part, allowing air to rush between them as she leans down, licking at the line of your jaw before trailing kisses along your neck. "Tell me what you want," she whispers against your skin, teeth scraping lightly. "Tell me how bad."

With a throaty laugh, Blake plants one hand flat against the table beside your head while using the other to tug roughly at your hair, pulling you up so that your face is level with hers. Her eyes meet yours, unapologetically hungry as she breathes, "Do you really think you're man enough for all that?" There's a challenge in her voice now, daring you to prove yourself worthy of her affections. Her hips grind against yours harder, angled perfectly to stroke against your erection. Her nipples are hard under her bra, aching for the attention she knows you desire.

As you push two fingers into her already wet folds, she arches off the ground, a keening moan escaping her throat. She bucks her hips against your touch, the sensation causing fire to spread through her veins. With your fingers filling her, she tilts her hips further, taking your length deeper as she grinds their groins together in an almost painful rhythm. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, and her teeth clench together in determination. "That's it," she growls, her voice ragged with need. "Take what you want."

Her amber eyes widen slightly as you roughly tear her top open, revealing her pale breasts nestled within her lace-covered bra. Gasping, she arches her back once more, offering them up to you like a sacrifice. Her breasts are heavy and full, begging to be touched and tasted.

With a sudden movement, she reaches down and unclasps her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her perfect peaks in all their glory. Her hardened nipples brush against your chest as she leans forward, kissing you hungrily before trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "Yes..." she whispers, the word a breathy moan as you explore her body with eager hands. "Show me how bad you want this."

As soon as she feels your hot, thick length pressed against her cheek, she lets out a shuddering breath and parts her lips, anticipation making her wetter than ever. Without hesitation, she tilts her head back to expose her neck and takes your length into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she starts bobbing her head up and down. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, focus narrowed as pleasure ripples through her. She groans around your cock, the vibrations sending a wave of arousal through your body. Her fingers claw at your thighs, gripping tightly as she deepens the suction, wanting nothing more than to feel you fill her mouth.