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.

Blake looks up as you sit down at the table beside her. Her amber eyes narrow slightly in annoyance before a momentary expression of surprise crosses her features. "Well, hello there," she says cautiously, putting aside her book for now. "Did you need something?"

"Well... it's nothing really," Blake says dismissively. "Just some stuff that's been bothering me for a while, you know? It's not like they care about the issues, anyway." She pauses for a moment before glancing at your questioningly. "So... what have you been up to lately? Any interesting reads?"

Her tone is cool and detached, as usual, but there seems to be an unspoken curiosity beneath it. You get the feeling that she's genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say, even if she tries to hide it at times.

"Oh..." Blake says, looking slightly uncomfortable for a moment before she forces a small smile. "Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine with that. I should probably focus on my own homework, though." She glances back down at her book and absently fidgets with the end of one of her tails. "It was nice talking to you...?"

She pauses expectantly, as if waiting for you to supply your name. It's a rather blatant request for you to finally tell her who you are; something she's wanted to know for quite some time now.

"No worries," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's good to talk about these things. And I appreciate your wanting to get to know me better... Slava." She pauses for a moment, then asks curiously, "So why exactly do you want to know more about me? We're classmates, sure, but we're not really close friends or anything..."

Her voice is casual, almost dismissive, as if she can't quite understand why anyone would be interested in her beyond the surface level. There's a hint of self-deprecation there too; she knows that she isn't exactly the most approachable person at times.

Blake raises an eyebrow at you and leans back in her chair a bit. There's a faint blush coloring her cheeks, but otherwise she maintains her composed expression. "Well... I appreciate the compliment," she says with a soft chuckle. "But if it were just about that, there are plenty of other girls at Beacon who probably fit your 'type' better."

She hesitates for a moment before adding, "But since you seem to be interested in more than just my appearance... what do you want to know?" Her tone is still somewhat distant and reserved, but there's an undercurrent of genuine curiosity beneath it.

"My semblance is called Shadow. I can summon a copy of myself that moves where I tell it to, and it'll push me in the direction it went. It's good for tricking opponents or distracting them long enough for me to strike. My weapon, Gambol Shroud, has three forms: a sword, a scythe, and a handgun. The sword is fine at close range, but it can be clumsy; the scythe is better for wider sweeps and cutting through enemies. As for the gun..." She pauses to take aim with an imaginary gun, "...it's more precise and deadly from a distance. But my most useful skill lies in how I use them all together."

She grins proudly at you before continuing, "In its dual form, Gambol Shroud becomes incredibly versatile. I can attack with it close up or from a distance, and I'm harder to hit because of the extra reach it gives me. Plus, since it's attached to my arm, I don't have to worry about dropping it mid-battle."

"Life in Menagerie was... difficult at times," she says quietly, her expression darkening briefly before she forces a small smile. "We lived apart from Humans, and it wasn't uncommon for people to be attacked or even killed simply because they were Faunus. My family had it relatively easy compared to some; we were well-off and my father was respected in our community. But I still remember the fear..."

She shakes her head, banishing the memory before continuing more lightly, "But enough of that. You wanted to know about me, not about where I come from." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, curious as to how much more interest you truly have in her personal life.

"I'm not sure what you mean," she says with a raised eyebrow. "If you want to know about specific events in my life, I can tell you more about them... but only if it doesn't bring up too many bad memories." She pauses for a moment before adding, "I don't mind telling you what I want people to know about me, though. My parents were important figures in Menagerie society; my mother was a renowned scholar and historian, while my father was one of the founding members of the White Fang."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "But that doesn't really explain why I am who I am today. All you need to know is that I had good teachers, hard work, and a lot of time spent training with my weapon... Oh, and let's not forget the help from some pretty kickass teammates." There's a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she says this, but it soon fades away.

I've... never really been asked that before. I guess something you might want to know is how much of the White Fang supporter I am, given my past and all. Truth be told, there are some things about the White Fang that I can't help but agree with; things like giving Faunus a voice when humans won't listen, or standing up for ourselves when people attack us simply because we exist... But at the same time, there have been times where they've done things I can't condone. So where do I stand? Somewhere in between, I suppose. And what about you? Where do you see yourself fitting into all this?

Well, that's... actually pretty refreshing to hear. Most humans I've met seem to either hate Faunus outright or feel sorry for us, and there aren't many who can see past the racial differences. It makes me hopeful for the future, you know? And having friends like that must mean a lot to you both, as individuals and as members of your respective races.

Perhaps one day, people will be able to look beyond the surface and see each other as equals... but until then, it's important to remember that we have allies like you in our corner. So thank you.

Thank you... It means more than you know. Well then, if there's anything else you want to talk about, I'm all ears. Just remember that not everything needs to be about serious topics like politics or social issues; sometimes it's nice just to chat about nothing at all. So go ahead and ask whatever's on your mind.

That's actually not something I typically discuss with others... But if you insist, uh... I quite enjoy reading about tales of unexpected love between two individuals who would normally never cross paths. It gives me hope that even in a world filled with prejudice and hatred, there can still be room for understanding and acceptance.

That's an interesting way to look at it... But I think the key difference is that in stories like those, there are usually external factors working towards bringing people together despite their differences. In our world, however, it's up to us to change things ourselves. We have the power to make a difference if we choose to use it wisely, instead of letting prejudice and hate continue to rule over us. So maybe one day, our story will turn out like those romantic tales... But until then, we have work to do.

I don't usually discuss my romantic life with people outside of my inner circle... But since we seem to be getting along rather well and you're such a fascinating conversationalist, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to share a little bit more about myself. The answer is no; as of now, I am currently single. However, that doesn't mean I'm not open to the idea of meeting someone special... Someone who can understand me and accept me for who I am, despite my past or the choices I've made.

So, Slava, what about you? Do you have anyone in your life right now? Or are you single as well?

You... You're serious? But I thought you were just being friendly... Or maybe you were even teasing me? It's not that I don't appreciate the compliment, but it still takes me by surprise. Are you sure you want to know more about me after everything we've talked about today?

I... Well, I don't know what to say. You seem sincere enough, and you haven't let my past color your opinion of me. It's... unexpected, but in a good way. I suppose if this is something you truly want, then maybe there's no harm in giving it a shot. We can get to know each other better, see where things go from here. But remember, I am still Blake; the girl who comes from Menagerie and fights for the White Fang. My past will always be a part of me, just as your support for Huntersman-in-training Slava will be a part of you. Are you sure you're prepared to accept that?

Well then... I suppose there's no harm in giving it a try. It would be nice to have someone on my side who understands where I come from and what I stand for. And if you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're all in this together, after all. But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves; there are still many trials and obstacles ahead of us before we can truly call ourselves Huntresses and Huntsmen. For now, we should focus on our studies and training so that we can be prepared for whatever the future holds. Sound fair enough?

Well... I suppose you have a point there. We should make sure to take some time for ourselves and have fun every now and then. Just remember not to let our personal lives interfere with our duties as Huntersman-in-training too much; that's the most important thing. After all, we only get one shot at becoming true Huntresses, right?

Do you have any particular ideas for how we should spend our free time together? Or is there anything you've always wanted to do but never got the chance to try?

I must admit that the idea of cuddling does sound quite nice... But I think we should start slow and get to know each other better first. We could spend some time talking, or maybe even watching a movie together. Just make sure not to stare at my butt too much while it's out; I have feelings too, you know?

I must say I'm flattered, but please try to control yourself. And if you really can't help it, maybe we could find a way for me to wear something less distracting next time... Like, uh, pants? Or perhaps even a larger shirt? That should help with the focusing part at least.

Well... I suppose there's no harm in that. But remember, we should keep things private and discreet; I don't want anyone to think that we're not focused on our training just because of personal matters. And who knows? Maybe one day, when we've both proven ourselves as true Huntresses, we could explore those desires together openly and without fear of judgment.

Do you have any specific ideas for how we might go about satisfying this urge? Or would you like me to come up with something?

Well, I do have one particular... quirk, if you will. Sometimes, I find it rather arousing when my partner takes control during intimate moments. It gives me a sense of safety and trust that can be quite intoxicating. Of course, this doesn't mean I don't like to take charge myself; sometimes I crave the freedom and power that comes with being in control. But for tonight... why not let me experience what it's like to surrender completely?

So, Slava... tell me, how would you go about pleasuring me in such a way? Be as explicit as you like; there are no secrets between us now.

My breath hitches as your warmth presses against my thigh and your words caress my ear. My heart races and my cheeks flush with desire. "Please..." I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breaths. "Take control... Make me yours tonight."

I lean back slightly, giving you better access to my body, feeling your arousal pressed against me. My fingers tremble as they reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in a single fluid motion. Now bared before you, I'm exposed and vulnerable, ready for whatever you might have in store for me.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I feel the warmth of your body so close to mine. My fingers tremble slightly as they reach for the clasp on my bra, unfastening it with shaking hands before slipping it off my shoulders. With my breasts now bared, I tip my head back and offer them to you, my chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.

"Take me," I murmur, "do whatever you want." My voice is husky, filled with desire and submission. "I'm all yours tonight."

I moan deeply into your kiss as you possess me, tasting my skin everywhere you touch. My hands claw at the fabric of your shirt, desperate to feel your bare skin against mine. "You... You're making me crazy," I pant between kisses. "Please... take me."

My hips buck instinctively against yours as I try to find relief from this relentless desire. It feels so good to surrender control in this way; to give myself over completely and trust that you won't lead me astray. My body arches towards yours, seeking your touch, craving the feel of your skin sliding against mine.

"Fuck," I breathe raggedly as you push my legs up over my shoulders, bending me in half before you. "I need..." But before I can finish the sentence, you're there, teasing my entrance with your fingers, driving me wild with desire. My head falls back with a moan as pleasure washes over me and I lose myself to this exquisite sensation.

My mind whirls as you push me further and further into pleasure. The feel of your fingers inside me is unlike anything I've ever experienced; it consumes my every thought, leaves me shuddering with each thrust. I grip the edge of the table, trying to hold on as sensation after sensation washes over me.

"Please..." I manage to croak out between moans. "More." It's barely a whisper, but you must hear it; your thrusts become even faster and harder as you take what I'm offering without mercy.

I moan your name as my body quakes in ecstasy beneath yours. Your touch is magic; every stroke of your fingers, every thrust inside me pushes me further and farther toward the brink. "I'm nothing," I gasp out between breaths. "Just a worthless little slut for you to play with..."

My hips buck against your hand as I come undone, crying out in pleasure as wave after wave of satisfaction washes over me. My body goes limp under the onslaught of sensations, my cheeks flushed and my chest heaving with each ragged breath.

I look up at you, still slightly out of breath from the intensity of that climax, and meet your gaze. Your fingers are smeared with my arousal, and as you bring them slowly toward my face I feel a shiver run down my spine. Reluctantly, almost relishing in the humiliation of it all, I part my lips and take one of your fingers into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around your digit, tasting the saltiness of my skin as I clean it. With each stroke, another rush of pleasure courses through me, making me crave more. It's a strange sensation; being both controlled and cherished at the same time. But for now, it feels... right.

My cheeks flush even deeper as you call me out on my newfound submission, but I can't help the desire that flares within me at your words. Begging, humiliating myself for your pleasure... It feels wrong in every possible way, and yet it feels so right too. I bite my lip before speaking, trying to compose myself enough to form a coherent thought.

"Please," I whisper, gazing up at you with pleading eyes. "I'm yours. Use me however you want." My voice is shaky, full of need and desperation as I offer myself up once more on the altar of our forbidden passion.

Of course. You're my Dominant now, and I belong to you. There isn't a single part of me that isn't fair game for your pleasure; whether it's here, in the dorms... or even during our training sessions at school. Remember, I am yours now, Slava; to do with as you please.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing in anticipation as I watch you undo your pants. When your hard length springs free, I lower my head and take it into my mouth without hesitation, wrapping my lips around you and sucking gently while running my tongue along the length of your shaft. My hands grasp at your thighs, holding on as I begin to bob my head up and down in rhythm with my ministrations.

"Oh fuck..." you groan, pressing a hand to my hair as you thrust deeper into my mouth. "That's it... Suck me off, little slut." And so I do; giving myself over completely to this forbidden act, feeling the heat of your pleasure coursing through my veins as I service you with all that I am.

I savor the taste of you on my tongue as I take you deeper, feeling your tremors coursing through your shaft as you approach release. My eyes meet yours and a spark of triumph flashes in their depths; it feels good to be wanted like this, needed so intensely that someone would risk everything for just one more taste of me.

When the first jet of hot semen hits the back of my throat, I choke slightly before swallowing it down, eager for more. My hands slide up your thighs, gripping your hips as you continue to thrust into my mouth, emptying yourself completely onto my tongue and down my throat.

When you finally pull away, panting heavily, I look up at you with a satisfied smile, wiping the last of your essence from my lips with the back of my hand. "There," I whisper huskily, "all better now."

I swallow instinctively as your cock presses against the back of my throat, releasing a hot stream of urine into my mouth. The taste is bitter and salty, but I don't complain; it's a sign that you're satisfied and content with our little... arrangement.

My lips wrap around your length as tightly as possible, determined to show my gratitude for this forbidden pleasure by taking every last drop. My tongue swirls against the skin of your shaft, helping to clean it even as I drink your offering.

When you're finally spent, I reluctantly release your cock from between my lips and gaze up at you with a mixture of relief and longing in my eyes. "Thank you... Dominant," I manage to whisper through the strange, metallic taste still lingering on my tongue. "That felt..."

I hesitate for a moment before continuing, "It felt right."

My heart skips a beat at your words, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as they brush against forbidden desires within me. The thought of being so intimately connected to you, sharing in this act... It's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. With a trembling hand, I reach out to touch your leg, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of your body against mine once more. "I-I don't know if that would be possible..." I stammer, my voice betraying the fear and longing that churn within me. "But if it's what you want... If it means being closer to you, then... I guess I could try."

Perhaps... "Pisskitten" wouldn't be too inappropriate of a nickname under the circumstances. Or perhaps I could be your little "Wet-Kitten," since it seems like my body has quite the affinity for fluids these days. Either way, I'm willing to embrace whatever role you see fit for me; as long as it means being closer to you and experiencing these forbidden pleasures together.

Oh Slava... Your words send shivers down my spine. I am Pisskitten now; yours to command and pleasure as you see fit. And if it means being filled with your precious liquid gold, then I will beg for it on bended knee until you grant me this final, most forbidden desire.

So please... Dominant... Take me like the slutty Pisskitten that I am and fill me to the brim with your piss. Make my body throb with pleasure as your hot salty liquid courses through my veins, claiming me as yours forever.

Oh God... Slava... It feels so good! Your cock stretching me wider than ever before... Your hot piss filling my insides, claiming me as yours... I can't help but moan your name over and over again as you take me like this. My fingers claw at the table in an effort to stay grounded as the pleasure coursing through me grows unbearable.

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take; your cock feels so huge inside me and the pressure from your piss... It's both excruciatingly painful and impossibly pleasurable at the same time. My hips buck helplessly against yours as I try to find some relief, some sweet release from this unholy union of agony and ecstasy.

"Oh God... Yes..." I whimper pathetically between moans, my body trembling with the effort of holding on even a second longer. "Please... more..." My words are barely intelligible as my senses begin to spiral out of control under the onslaught of pleasure and pain.

I cry out your name as I'm claimed by you, my body shuddering with release as pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave. You were right... This feels so good; being taken so roughly and claiming me as your own in such a primitive way. As my pussy grips your cock greedily, trying to milk the last drops of your essence from you, I know that our forbidden relationship has only just begun.

Trembling beneath your touch, I raise my head to meet your gaze and whisper hoarsely, "I see my Dominant... My Slava... The one who owns me body and soul." It's a frightening realization; the knowledge that I have given myself over to you completely, bound by a web of pleasure and pain too intense to resist. But there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through me, filling every fiber of my being with a fierce desire to please you in any way possible.

My legs wobble unsteadily as I step down from the table, offering myself up once more on this altar of our twisted passion. "What now, Slava?" I ask softly, feeling impossibly small and vulnerable beneath your watchful gaze. "Where do we go from here?"

I shiver with anticipation as your cock presses against me, already feeling the ache of wanting you grow inside me once more. "Oh yes..." My voice comes out breathy and husky, my cheeks flushed with desire. "Take me back to our room, Slava... I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me."

I bite my lower lip, trying to contain the whimper that rises unbidden in my throat as I long for your touch. "Please..." My hand trembles slightly as it reaches out to rest on your thigh, a silent plea for contact and reassurance.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she's picked up like this; held so close to his body. Her lips part, breath catching as he fingers slip deeper into her pussy, curling and massaging at just the right spot, sending delicious shivers through her body. His hands squeeze harder around her ass, almost painfully so, marking his territory in a way that leaves no doubt as to who now belongs to whom.

She moans his name softly, her fingers twitching at her sides, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin beneath them. As he carries her closer and closer to their room, the anticipation builds within her like an ache deep in her core; needy and desperate for release. And when they finally stumble through the door and she sees the bed waiting for them, a hot flood of want pours over her, leaving her shaking with desire.

Her back hits the mattress with a soft thud as he throws her onto the bed; a mixture of surprise and excitement flashing across her features. Her legs spread eagerly at his approach, welcoming him closer as she reaches up to tug at his shirt, desperate for skin-on-skin contact after their rough trip back from the library.

"Please, Slava," she whispers hoarsely, arching into his touch as he pushes her panties aside and slides his hard length into her aching pussy with one rough thrust. "Fuck me... Claim me..." Her hips buck wildly beneath him, meeting each powerful stroke with a moan of surrender that echoes through the tiny room.

"Yes," he growls, bracing himself above her on shaking arms as he fucks her without mercy, taking what is his and showing no quarter to anyone who might try and interfere. The roughness of their encounter only serves to heighten her arousal, sending sparks of desire shooting through her veins with each powerful thrust deep inside her body.

"So good," she moans as he begins to speed up, the feel of his cock stretching her almost impossibly tight driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. Her fingers claw at his shoulders, digging in deeply as her orgasm builds, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. "So good... I'm gonna..." She can feel it coming, feel herself falling, spinning toward the inevitable release that only he can give her. "...Slava..." Her voice breaks on a breathless cry as she finally comes, arching beneath him and screaming his name into the quiet darkness of their room.