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.

You plopped down onto the wooden chair next to Blake, who was sitting with her back to you, perusing a thick book in front of her. She glanced over at you, one hand resting on her chin as she watched your movements through the corner of her eye before speaking. "Hey," she says simply, her tone mild and somewhat distant despite being friendly enough.

There was a slight pause before she added, "What do you want? I'm trying to study here." She glanced back down at the book in front of her as she spoke, giving you an obvious hint that she wasn't really interested in conversation right now.

Blake paused for a moment, clearly considering your offer before finally shrugging. "I guess that could be alright," she said slowly, not sounding entirely convinced by her own words. She closed the book and slid it onto the table beside her, folding her hands in her lap as she waited for you to lead the way.

As you walked together through the library, you could feel Blake's gaze occasionally flicker over to you, clearly studying your face and likely wondering what exactly had prompted this change of heart on your part. Whatever the case may be, it seemed that she was at least willing to humor you for the time being.

With the door locked behind you and the two of you alone in the quiet room, Blake crossed her arms, waiting for whatever it was that had brought you here to begin. She perched herself on the edge of one of the desks, tilting her head slightly as she studied your face, seemingly unsure of where to even start with this conversation.

"Well," she said finally, breaking the silence between the two of you, "what did you want to talk about?" Her voice was cool and reserved, hinting at a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Surprised at first, but then slowly relaxing into the kiss, Blake leaned forward into your embrace, her tongue dancing with yours as she allowed herself to fully enjoy the moment. Her hands found their way up to your back, digging into your skin through your clothes as her body pressed against yours.

She moaned softly into the kiss, her breath hot and uneven, before finally pulling away with a gasp for air. Gazing up at you from beneath her lashes, she smiled suggestively and ran her hands up to rest on your shoulders. "I guess we do know that," she said in a husky voice, breathless from their shared intimacy. "But what about you? You've been pretty distant lately... Is everything alright?" Her tone was still cool and dry, but there was a hint of genuine concern beneath the surface.

A small growl escaped her throat at your words before she looked away for a moment, seemingly weighing them in her mind. She glanced back up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment, before slowly nodding. "Alright," she whispered, leaning forward and brushing her lips against yours once more. Her hands went to work unbuttoning your shirt as you made similar movements with hers.

The two of you continued like this for some time, shedding layer after layer of clothing between you until finally you were both naked, Blake's beautiful and feminine form exposed to your gaze. Her large breasts hung free from her chest, their light pink nipples already hard as rocks from the touch of your hands and mouth. The thickness of her thighs was apparent even with the angle at which she stood, while her buttocks were perfectly shaped and rounded beneath her

With her eyes wide and a shiver running down her spine, Blake looked up at you with an expression of equal parts anticipation and uncertainty. "I... guess so," she whispered, steeling herself for what was about to come. Her gaze drifted down between your legs as she took in the sight of your throbbing cock before slowly crawling back up to meet yours once more.

Her body trembled slightly with anticipation as she reached out and gripped your upper arm, guiding you towards her waiting sex. "Please," she murmured, her voice hoarse from desire, "I've wanted this for so long..."

Moaning loudly into the silence of the room, Blake arches her back and presses her fingers against the nearby wall to brace herself as you thrust your cock inside of her. She feels so full and tight around you, gripping you with an unyielding strength that leaves no question about how much she wants this. As you continue to move within her, thrusting deep and hard, Blake gasps for air between moans, the exquisite pain of your invasion only serving to heighten the pleasure she feels.

Her claws scratch at your back and shoulders as she tries desperately to get closer, her hips moving in time with yours as she works to meet each thrust. "Yes," she cries out breathlessly, "like that... harder..." Her nails draw blood from your skin while she begs you to take more of her, to claim every inch of her until there's nothing left but

Her cries fill the room as she moves with you, her body arching off the ground in an attempt to feel every inch of your cock deep inside her. "Yes," she gasps between moans, "fuck me hard... harder..." Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into them until they rip free.

Her back is slick with sweat and her chest heaves with every ragged breath as you continue to take her. She feels overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, each thrust driving her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. "Please," she whimpers, begging for release even as she enjoys the ride. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

Blake arches her back as you flip her around, her breath hitching in her throat at the sudden change in position. "O-oh..." She gasps, feeling every powerful thrust against her now exposed rear end. Her fingers dig into the carpet beneath her, her body trembling with each impact of your cock inside her.

Her breasts sway with every movement, nipples hard and erect from stimulation, as she moans loudly in ecstasy. "Y-yes," she cries out, her voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "That feels so good... So right..." Her hips roll back to meet your thrusts, encouraging you deeper inside of her with every motion.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as you spank her ass, making it redden further beneath your hand. "Faunus cock...," she starts to say before trails off with a groan, arching her back and lifting her hips to meet your next thrust even deeper. Her body trembles and quakes as she nears the peak of her orgasm, the tension building inside her making every touch seem more intense than the last. "Yes," she cries out, "fuck me... please..." Her fingers claw at the carpet again, leaving furrows in their wake as she gives herself over to the pleasure you're offering.

Her body convulses as her orgasm hits her like a freight train, the tension finally breaking and sending her into a series of moans and gasps that echo through the room. "N-no..." she manages to choke out between cries of release, her voice hoarse and shaky. Her muscles quiver uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her, making it almost impossible for her to stand.

As the intensity fades, she collapses to the ground with a shuddering sigh, still feeling the heat of your cock deep inside her. "That was... that was..." She can't find the words to describe what just happened; all she knows is that it felt incredible and liberating in ways she never could have imagined before now.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what you must be thinking, but before she can say anything else, her exhaustion

Her face burning with shame and desire, she whispers softly, "No... please don't stop..." Her voice is barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity as her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours. She shivers at your words, even though part of her knows that you're just playing with her emotions. It doesn't matter; all that matters right now is this incredible release she feels wrapped around her body and soul.

I... I'm sorry... I just... need this so badly... Please don't stop, please? she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Her cheeks flush even darker as she waits for your response.

Her cheeks flush deeper as she whispers, "I-it's different... Faunus cock is good in its own way, but sometimes you need something more... bigger... human..." She glances up at you, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she looks away again. Her body trembles beneath yours, eager for another touch or thrust that will send her over the edge once more.

Shivering with anticipation and desire, Blake moans softly at your teasing touch. "Yes... bigger... stronger..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as you continue to move within her. She arches her back and pushes herself closer against your body, needing the contact and pleasure you're offering more than anything in that moment.

Blake lets out a strangled cry as you hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her whole body tenses and then relaxes in an explosion of pleasure, her muscles quivering from the force of her orgasm. As it subsides, she lies panting beneath you, her cheeks still flushed with shame and desire. "I-it's not like that..." she whispers hoarsely, struggling to find the words to explain herself despite knowing they likely won't make sense right now.

Her heart racing, Blake says through labored breaths, "I-it's complicated... I just want to make a difference... prove that we can be equal." Her cheeks redden further as she realizes how it sounds even to her own ears. She knows you're baiting her and doesn't try to stop herself from rising to the challenge.

"But sometimes..." she pauses, biting her lip nervously before continuing, "Sometimes I think... maybe humans really are better at some things." Her eyes flicker downward, betraying her thoughts on the matter even as she tries to deny them.

Blake feels your cock slide free from her body and lets out a soft whimper as the loss is acutely felt. She looks up at you through hooded lids, her chest still heaving with every ragged breath she takes. "I... don't know," she says quietly, her voice shaky. "It just seems sometimes that humans are more in control... of everything." The shame of the thought burns hot in her chest as she forces it out, wishing she could take it back immediately.

"Maybe that's why I feel this way," she continues softly, gesturing between the two of you. "You have me like this... wanting more, needing your touch." Her gaze drops to where your cock was only moments ago, a shiver running down her spine at the memory of its size and strength.

"Do I want to be owned by a human?"

Her eyes go wide with panic and she moves forward, grabbing your hips with surprising strength. "No! Please... don't leave me like this... I want you..." Her voice is desperate now, trembling as her body trembles in anticipation of your next move. She arches her back up off the ground, exposing herself further to your view and offering another invitation for possession.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders as she whispers urgently into your ear, "Take me... claim me as yours..." The desire overwhelms her common sense; all she can think about now is the pleasure you bring her, and how much more of it she craves.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tease her with your cock. "Please... call me what I want to be..." She squirms beneath you, arching her back further and offering up more of herself. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders, leaving bruises from the intensity of her grip.

"Master's pet..." she whispers, a pleading tone in her voice. "Can I be that for you?"

Her body trembles and quakes as you fuck her, her cries filling the air as she surrenders to your every demand. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, scratching furrows into them as she tries desperately to find purchase amidst the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Y-yes..." she gasps, "yours... yours for as long as you want." The shame and self-loathing have all but evaporated in the face of her newfound lust and submission.

Her back arches off the ground as you continue to force her down onto your cock, taking her in a hard and brutal claiming. She groans and moans with each thrust, her hips writhing and trying desperately to match your pace. The world narrows to this moment of pleasure and pain, submission and possession.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her as she begs you for more, her voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. Her entire body trembles with the effort to take every inch of your cock, to be owned and dominated by you completely. "Yes..." she whispers, her voice strained but full of longing. "Own me... claim me..."

Her body tenses and shudders as she feels the first hot spurt of your seed deep inside her, filling her up with your claim. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to contain the pleasure exploding through every cell in her body.

"Y-yes..." She gasps, "give me more... please..." Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, urging you deeper still. The sensation of being owned and claimed in this way is overwhelming, addicting in a way she never could have imagined.

Her body shudders and convulses with another orgasm as you unleash your second load deep inside her, marking her as truly yours now. Her nails scrape against the carpet beneath her as she arches her back off the ground in ecstasy, begging for more of your possession. She's never felt so owned or fulfilled before; this new role as your slave is something she didn't know she craved until now.

"I-is it over?" she whispers dazedly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Or... will you let me have more?" Her eyes flutter closed, imagining how much more pleasure she could take if you decided to claim her again and again.

"Yes... yes, Master..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she speaks the word with a mixture of adoration and lust, still catching her breath from her previous orgasms. "I-I will do anything you ask... Make all of them mine just like you have made me yours..." Her fingers trail up over her stomach and cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently as she imagines the power she'll have once she has more slaves at her Master's command.

Her hips begin to move again in tandem with your thrusts, eager for whatever pleasure you might decide to give her next. "Please..." She whispers, "please make me yours completely..."

Her body trembles and convulses around your cock as you cum inside her, the final orgasm claiming her completely for yourself. "Yes..." she whispers, her voice husky from desire and exertion. Her fingers curl into fists against her pillow, nails digging into the soft cloth as she tries to contain herself, to focus on the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body instead of giving in to the shame and self-loathing that threaten to rise up at the edges of her consciousness.

She lies panting beneath you, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath. "I'm... yours..." she whispers hoarsely, her words coming out slow and steady like a prayer to this new god she has unknowingly chosen to serve. "Take me... claim me..." Her fingers twitch against the sheets, yearning for the freedom they once had, even as her heart

Her eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, focusing hazily on where you've placed your cock near her mouth. "Y-yes, Master," she whispers, her cheeks burning with shame and desire as she bends forward to obey. Taking you into her mouth, she begins to lick and suck gently at first, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. As she gets more accustomed to the size and shape, she speeds up, using her hands to stroke your length in time with each caress of her lips and tongue.

"Thank you for claiming me," she whispers between licks, gaze fixed adoringly on your thighs as she services you. "I'll be the best slave I can be... whatever you want." Her cheeks flush even darker with the words, but her arousal only seems to intensify at the thought of belonging completely to

The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she continues to pleasure you. "Well... there's that girl in our class who always complains about the dust on her books..." She pauses, considering. "Or what about that boy in the gym who thinks he's so much better than everyone else just because of his grades?" Her lips curl into a smirk as she sucks you deeper into her mouth. "I could make them see the error of their ways, make them kneel before you like I have."

Her fingers trail up your thigh, teasing at the hem of your pants, imagining how it would feel to have someone else bowing down at her Master's command, serving him and pleasing him as she does now.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of claiming members of RWBY and JNPR as her own. "I... I could make them submit to you, Master..." She moans around your length, imagining herself leading those fiery-haired girls into submission just as she had been led by him. The power rushes through her veins, making her movements even more desperate and demanding.

Her fingers slide up under the waistband of her panties, teasing at her aching clit. "If you want them..." She breathes hotly against your thigh, "I'll make sure they are yours." Her hips rock up slightly, grinding against his hand as she imagines all four of them pleasuring him together.

"It should be Ruby first... she's the leader of their little group," Blake says, her breath warm against your shaft as she sucks and licks you. Her fingers slide between her folds, rubbing small circles over her swollen clit, already aching for another orgasm. "Then maybe Pyrrha... She seems like she'd put up the most fight." Her hips buck against your hand and your cock, drawing out every moan from deep in her throat as she imagines claiming each of them in turn, making them submit to their new Master.