Kitty Cat On The Roof

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The airship descended smoothly onto the landing pad at the end of Beacon Academy's long causeway. The hum of the engines faded as the vessel settled, and the night air filled with the soft rustling of leaves from the carefully landscaped scenery. Gray stepped out onto the platform, his Semblance still active, rendering him unnoticeable to any patrolling teachers or security personnel.

The airship, and its driver, lifted off and left the cliff-side port. Silence returned to the darkened causeway.

The Academy stood tall and proud in the distance, its towering spires reaching towards the starry sky. The causeway stretched out before him, a silent path leading back to the safety and familiarity of his dorm, and the cozy and sexy embrace of his teammates. The broken moon cast a silver glow over the landscape, illuminating the path and casting long shadows that danced with the gentle breeze.

Gray took a moment to appreciate the tranquility of the night. The Academy grounds were quiet, the usual bustle of students replaced by the soft chirping of nocturnal creatures. He began to walk, his footsteps silent on the stone path, his mind filled with the events of the evening and the conspiracies he had uncovered.

As he made his way towards the dormitories, something made Gray stop. There was a flicker of motion at the edge of his sight. He turned to look, and he noticed a lone figure moving stealthily along the side of one of the school buildings. The figure climbed with agility and grace, scaling the wall with silent leaps. Intrigued, Gray watched as the figure climbed over the lip of the roof they were scaling. He decided to follow, not knowing what he would find. Was this a student out of bed? One of the criminals that Gray was supposed to have in hand? He stood before the wall the shadowy figure had scaled and used his Aura to find the hand and footholds, his own movements mirroring the deftness of the mysterious climber.

His Aura allowed him to see more clearly in the dim light as he climbed the lip and looked for the figure in the night. He saw the figure in the distance, his curiosity piqued. The sneaky person ran across the roofs and jumped a gap before pausing, looking out at the night sky before settling down at the edge, gazing up at the stars and the broken moon.

Gray followed silently, his Aura skills allowing him to match the suspicious persons agility. He reached the roof they sat on and watched from a distance, his Semblance still active, rendering him unnoticed. As the figure turned slightly, the moonlight revealed her identity. It was Blake.

She sat at the edge of the roof, her legs dangling over the side, a look of contemplation on her face. Gray watched her for a moment, taking in the peaceful scene and wondered what she was doing up here. He contemplated leaving her alone to her solitude as opposed to joining her to find out what was bothering her. He decided in the end to make his presence known. His curiosity won out. He deactivated his Semblance, the shadows around him fading away, and stepped forward.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Gray said softly, announcing his presence.

Blake jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "Gray? How did you...?" she began, her voice trailing off as she tried to comprehend how he had followed her without her knowledge.

Gray offered her a small smile, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "I have my ways," he said, his tone light yet mysterious. "Mind if I join you?"

Blake hesitated for a moment before nodding, a hint of intrigue in her expression. "Sure, why not?" she replied, scooting over to make room for him.

As Gray sat down beside her, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The night was calm, and the company was a pretty girl. As Gray settled down next to Blake, the cool night breeze gently rustled their hair. The view from the rooftop was breathtaking, with the moon casting a silvery glow over the Academy grounds and the distant city lights twinkling like stars.

"So, how was your day?" Gray asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Did I miss anything exciting while I was out?"

Blake glanced at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Not much, really. Dust studies was interesting. Professor Blewett went over how dust is mined and where it supposedly comes from."

They both looked at the moon and its broken features. The floating pieces told a tale far older than they knew, of an event that scientists could only guess at. But one idea that sprang from the jagged remains of a supposed impact thousands of years ago, was that dust came from the moon. This idea was basically the scientific consensus since, every time a piece of the moon fell to the earth in recent memory, the impact crater had an abundance of dust crystals. It opened so many questions about the nature of the moon.

“Besides that,” Blake continued. “Yang and Ruby were their usual energetic selves after class, wanting to go all over the place. And Weiss... was Weiss, but I guess she’s better than she was.”

Gray chuckled softly. "That's good to hear. I know she can be a bit prickly, but she means well."

Blake nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she's coming around. Dinner was nice. The cooks made some roast chicken and Yang thought her roast chicken was better and Ruby agreed. I never got the impression that Yang could even cook."

Gray wondered about his blonde girlfriend. Just who was she looking for at the club? “Yeah, she seems to be full of surprises.”

“Oh, by the way, did you want to borrow my notes from Dust studies?” Blake offered.

Gray appreciated the offer, grateful for Blake's thoughtfulness. "That would be great, thanks. I didn't mean to skip class, but something came up that I had to take care of."

Blake raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Something important?"

Gray nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yeah, it was. But I'm glad to be back now. There's something calming about being up here, away from all the noise and chaos."

It was an obvious topic change, but he knew that she wouldn’t pry, especially after he made a command earlier in the day that his team and JNPR wouldn’t ask questions.

Gray could tell that she gave him a long look before turning back to the night sky, her expression thoughtful. "I know what you mean. Sometimes, you just need a moment of peace to clear your mind and gather your thoughts."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft rustling of leaves the only sounds breaking the stillness. Gray took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. He knew he had to address the elephant in the room, but he wanted to enjoy this moment of tranquility just a little longer.

Gray took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs as he prepared to delve into the conversation that had been weighing on his mind. He turned to Blake, his expression serious yet gentle.

"Blake, there's something I need to talk to you about," he began, his voice steady and calm.

Blake looked at him, her eyes reflecting the moonlight, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze. "What is it, Gray?"

He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I know about your secret, Blake.”

Blake's eyes widened in shock, and she stiffened, her body language betraying her sudden panic. He could see her mind racing with possibilities, a flurry of thoughts and fears swirling within her.

Gray noticed her reaction and wondered why it elicited this much fear. Though, he couldn’t turn back now. The cat was already out of the bag, pardon the pun.

"I saw your cat ears, Blake. I know that's why you wear the ribbon."

Blake visibly relaxed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly, though a nervous energy still lingered. She took a deep breath; her eyes meeting Gray's with a mixture of relief and trepidation.

She was relieved? Why? Was there more to her than just the cat ears?

"How did you...?" she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

Now, he couldn’t exactly tell her that he saw her in the shower with his Semblance now, could he? He doubted that would be fully understood since she would have been under his influence at the time. So he tried coming up with a different story.

Gray offered her a reassuring smile. "I saw them briefly when your ears twitched and your ribbon came loose. I didn't say anything at the time because I assumed you had your reasons. But knowing about it and not letting you know that I knew, felt odd. So here I am coming clean.”

Blake nodded slowly, her fingers unconsciously touching the ribbon that concealed her ears. "I... I didn't think anyone noticed. I've been so careful."

Gray's expression softened; his voice filled with understanding. "You don't have to hide it from me, Blake. I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't judge you for something like that."

Blake looked at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of deceit or judgment. Finding none, she took a deep breath.

“Can I... Can I tell you a story?” She asked, her voice small and uncertain. She looked down and away from him, likely worried about his reaction to what she had to say.

“Yes, you can, Blake.” Gray told her.

"I used to be a part of the White Fang," she admitted, her voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through her.

Gray almost didn’t understand what she said. The words came but his mind needed to process it a second later. His memory of the meeting tonight flashed through his mind. Blake was a part of that organization?

"I joined them when I was young,” She continued. She still looked away from him. “I believed in their cause, in fighting for the rights of Faunus. But their... leader... passed away. A new one stepped in and things seemed to be the same, but then over time, the organization changed. Their methods changed. At first, they were all about peaceful protests and doing things by the law. But the new leader said that despite our peaceful approach, the humans didn’t care. The new leader pushed for more and more and things got more tense. Then the switch happened. **** happened at one of our rallies and the humans blamed the Faunus. The Faunus blamed the humans. More anger broke out at our other events and things devolved into fights every time we did anything. Then the new leader did something that changed everything. She ordered an attack. People died, on both sides. And it only fueled the hate. We became more militant. We trained to fight. I was trained to fight...”

Blake had trouble continuing her story. He could hear the emotion by the end of her words. He didn’t know what to say. The topic was heavy, and he was dealing with heavy topics all night long, but he still didn’t know how to respond to finding out his teammate had been a part of the White Fang.

“They were causing more harm than good,” Blake tried to continue, her voice laced with regret. “And I couldn't be a part of that anymore."

Gray listened intently; his expression thoughtful. He had suspected that Blake's past was complex but hearing her confirm her involvement with the White Fang was still a shock. He wondered briefly to himself if she had killed people before. Then he felt dirty for even thinking that.

"And Adam?" Gray asked tentatively, his mind racing with the implications of her revelation. The man with bull horns was feared by many. He had become the face of the violent White Fang. So, to hear that Blake was in the group along with him, that left him wondering if Blake had any run-ins with the terrorist. "Did you ever meet him?"

Blake nodded, her expression turning somber. "Yes, I knew him. He was my mentor... he trained me. We went on missions together and at one point, I had a small crush on him. But as I saw more of his actions and the way he led the White Fang members under him, I realized that he wasn't the person I thought he was. He was driven by anger and hatred, not justice."

Gray absorbed this information, his mind working to connect the dots between Blake's past and the present. It was shocking, to say the least. He had trouble processing it. He knew that her revelation would have far-reaching implications, but for now, he needed to set those chaotic thoughts aside. He needed to focus on the girl in front of him, offering her the support and understanding she needed.

"Thank you for sharing this with me, Blake," Gray said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I know it couldn't have been easy, but I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me the truth."

Blake glanced at him, looking at him for the first time since recounting her tale. Her eyes were searching, wondering if he really did appreciate her being honest, or if he now judged her as a dangerous criminal. Gray looked her directly into her eyes, leaving everything open to her, unguarded. Her eyes relaxed and she sighed, letting her stiff shoulders sag in relief.

Blake offered him a small, grateful smile, "Thank you, Gray. Thank you for not... for not...”

She couldn’t say the rest as her words became choked by her relief and guilt. Gray gently patted her on the back and silently supported her. It took a few moments for her to gain control of her emotions again, but they just sat there in silence, going back to enjoying the silent night.

As they sat there in companionable silence, Gray was trying to figure out his own thoughts on all this. His meeting with the criminal underworld earlier that night was stressful enough, and Adam Taurus being present had Gray on edge. Good thing Gray’s Semblance kept him safe and gave him power over such individuals. Otherwise, he would have likely died.

But now Gray had to think about how all of this would fit in with his plan to protect the city. He had the White Fang under his control, along with Cinder’s faction, Roman’s faction and even the Xiong crime family. And now he found out that Blake, the silent, emo cat girl on his team had been a member of a terrorist organization.

What did he do with that information? Could he use it somehow? Should he reveal to her his involvement with her old group? He could easily use his Semblance ability to ensure her trust.

Also, what did this mean for his harem plan? And would Ruby, Yang and Weiss understand Blake’s backstory without judgement?

He could smooth everything over with his Semblance, though. So, he didn’t have to worry too much, he realized. Gray activated his Semblance, noticing the blurry effect at the edge of his own silhouette take effect. He then looked at Blake as she sat there looking up at the moon. He stared for a moment at her pretty face. He kept looking and felt himself grow more interested in doing something else with her on this roof. Her lips looked really inviting at this angle and in this lighting.

While his Semblance was active, Gray said, “Blake. Despite the heavy talk we just had, you are now realizing that you are alone on the roof with the sole boy on your team. You are becoming a little aroused at the thought of the things we could be doing together, where no one would see.”

She glanced at him when he said that and nodded passively.

Gray’s Semblance command worked. Now, all he had to do was deactivate his Semblance and flirt with her and see where this could go. He deactivated it and watched as Blake’s eyes locked onto his before fluttering away with a small blush on her cheeks. She kept her expression stoic, trying her best to not be seen getting embarrassed.

There it was. She was now thinking about the boy sitting next to her as a boy. A boy that had previously done a few sexy things with her in their dorm room.

“Hey, Blake,” Gray called out softly, making her shoulders tense. She turned her head to him and tried to act normal.

“Yeah?”

“You look really pretty in the moon light.” He said.

Her eyes went a little wide and she blinked and looked away.

“O-Oh... thank you.” She muttered shyly. Gray saw her gulp, even when she was facing the other way.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He asked.

Blake’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she felt her heart flutter in her chest. She took a deep breath and turned to face him, her eyes meeting his, which had a gentle, yet hungry, expression.

“Y-yes, it’s okay,” she murmured, giving him a tentative nod.

Gray leaned in, closing the small distance between them. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his lips. Blake tensed slightly at the touch, unsure of what to expect. He pulled back, smiling at the warm blush that had spread across her features.

"Is that okay?" He asked, his voice low and sincere.

Blake nodded, her eyes still wide but with a hint of curiosity. Gray took this as his cue and leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to hers. He felt the tension melt away as she responded to his gentle touch. Their kiss was soft and tentative at first, but as they grew more comfortable with each other, it grew more passionate.

Blake's hands found their way to Gray's shoulders, pulling him closer. The moonlit night made the moment feel almost surreal, their hearts pounding in sync with the gentle rhythm of their breaths. Gray's hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat from her body. He felt her hand slip to the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him deeper.

Their kiss grew more urgent, and Gray felt his manhood stiffen in his pants. He wanted to take this further, and he knew that she wouldn't say no. All his previous commands would let him take her right there on the roof and she would respond with obedience. But for now, he just wanted to taste her lips and tongue.

Her mouth was sweet and soft, and Gray couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan as he deepened the kiss. Blake’s own passion grew as she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, making her feel safe and protected.

Gray's hands began to wander, tracing the curves of her body. He felt her gasp into his mouth as his hand found its way to her chest, gently squeezing her breast. Her body responded with a shiver, and she leaned into his touch, her own hands exploring his broad shoulders and chest.

The kiss grew more heated, tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of passion. Gray's mind was racing with excitement, his thoughts swirling like the stars above. The more he tasted and touched her, the more he wanted to take her clothes off and fuck her right there on the roof.

They kissed for a moment longer before Gray leaned back and looked into her aroused eyes. They were unfocused and searching for his lips. He smiled and placed a finger against her lips, making her look at him with more focus.

"Blake, I want you." He told her. The meaning of his words should be obvious.

Her breath was shallow and quick, and she nodded. "I want you too, Gray."

Gray's heart skipped a beat at her words, his own desire burning like a wildfire. He took a deep breath and stood up, pulling Blake to her feet. The night air was cool against their skin as they embraced, their bodies pressed together in need.

Gray led Blake to a more private spot on the rooftop, ensuring that they remained unseen and unheard by any prying eyes or ears. The moon cast a soft glow over them as he began to undo the black vest over her white cropped shirt, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. Blake's eyes never left his, a silent communication of trust and desire passing between them.

Her naked torso came into view, with her medium sized breasts and nipples perking up in the night air. Next came her white shorts, being unzipped and pulled down her legs in black stockings. Gray pulled them past her black boots and now she stood there in just her boots and stockings. And of course, her black ribbon covering her cat ears.

Gray couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He picked her up, his arms around her waist and sat her on the edge of a raised part of the roof. Her legs wrapped around him, and she leaned into his embrace, her arms around his neck, her body heat mixing with his own. He kissed her again, more passionately than before, as his hands began to explore her body again.

Her skin was soft and smooth under his fingertips. He could feel her heart racing against his chest. Blake’s hands slid down his back, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled him closer. Gray knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

With a playful smirk, Blake whispered into his ear, "Rip my stockings. I don't mind."

Her voice was a soft challenge, and Gray felt a thrill run down his spine at the thought of her wanting this as much as he did. He took hold of the fabric gently, feeling the tension in her body as she waited for his move. With a quick snap, he tore a hole in the side of her stockings, exposing her creamy thigh. Blake gasped, her eyes shining with excitement.

Her eyes traveled down to his pants, where she could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric. Gray took the cue, reaching down to free himself, his cock springing out into the cool night air. Blake's pupils dilated as she took in the sight of him, her arousal spiking at the memory of her previous encounter with him. That night in the dorm, when he made her worship his manhood with her mouth, had been burned into her memory. The feeling of his hard length against her tongue, the taste of him, the way he had dominated her... It had been a secret thrill she hadn't been able to shake.

Now, she found herself eager to feel him inside her, to take the next step in their relationship. She leaned back slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist tighter, urging him closer. Gray stepped between her thighs, his cock brushing against her wet pussy. The sensation sent a shiver through her body, and she moaned into his mouth.

Gray paused, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he positioned himself and pushed into her slowly, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a warm, wet glove. Blake's eyes fluttered closed as she took a sharp breath, her nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel her body adjusting to his size, her muscles clenching around him.

As Gray began to move, Blake's hips met his in a rhythmic dance. The sound of their bodies coming together in the quiet night filled the air. Each stroke was met with a soft whimper from Blake's lips, her breath coming in quick pants. Gray's hands found her breasts again, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples.

Blake's eyes remained closed, her head thrown back as she lost herself in the sensation. The moonlight painted her skin in a silver glow, making her look like a goddess of the night. Gray couldn't help but stare at her, her beauty taking his breath away. He felt a strange mix of power and vulnerability, knowing that he could have her do anything with his Semblance, yet choosing to be with her because he genuinely cared.

He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck, making her shiver. She let out a soft mewl, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter. He bit down gently, eliciting a gasp from her that turned into a moan. Her hips rolled against his in a silent plea for more.

Their movements grew more urgent, the tension between them building like a storm. Gray could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with each thrust. He knew Blake was close as well; her breaths were coming in short gasps, and her body was trembling against his.

He bit down harder on his lip, willing himself to hold on just a bit longer. The need to come was overwhelming, but he wanted to give her the release she deserved. He watched her face, the way her eyes screwed shut and her mouth parted in silent ecstasy, and knew she was right there with him.

Her hips bucked wildly against his, and he felt her muscles tighten around him like a vice. He could tell she was close, so he increased his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet slap that echoed through the quiet night air. Her nails dug into his back, and she moaned his name, a sound that sent fire racing through his veins.

Gray's eyes never left hers, watching her carefully for any sign that she was about to climax. He could feel the tension coiling within her, ready to explode. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in a slow, deliberate circle. Blake's eyes widened, and she threw her head back, a gasp tearing from her throat.

Her breath hitched, and her body grew taut as she hovered on the edge. Gray held back, his muscles straining with the effort to keep his own release at bay. His movements grew more precise, his strokes more calculated. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was determined to give it to her.

"Cum for me, Blake," he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you come around me."

Her eyes flew open, meeting his intense gaze. Gray's hand between her legs worked its magic, and Blake could feel the tension coiling tighter with every second. She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her cries of pleasure to a whisper. The sensation grew more intense, and she felt her body begin to spasm around his cock.

"I'm... I'm going to..." she gasped out, her nails digging into his back.

"Hold on," Gray whispered, his voice strained with the effort to control himself. "Let it build. I want to feel you come apart."

Blake's eyes searched his, filled with a mix of passion and trust. She nodded, her body tensing as Gray's thumb continued to circle her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Her hips began to rock against his hand, her breaths coming out in soft, shaky pants. She was so close, she could feel the heat building low in her belly, threatening to consume her.

Gray could feel his own climax, a delicious pressure that grew with each beat of his heart. But he pushed it back, focusing solely on her pleasure. He knew he could make her come with his Semblance, but he wanted it to be real, to feel her orgasm naturally, to share in the intimate moment without the need for his power.

He continued to tease her clit with his thumb, the pad of his finger pressing just hard enough to drive her wild. Her hips began to rock faster against him, her breaths coming in shallow gasps that grew more and more erratic. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, and he could feel the tremors begin to work their way through her body.

And then it hit her.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing around Gray's cock. She threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her afloat in a sea of pleasure. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her as she rode the crest of her climax.

Gray felt her muscles contract around him, squeezing him in a vice-like grip that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. He groaned, his own release building up like a storm in his balls. He wanted to hold onto this moment, to feel her come apart in his arms for as long as possible. He continued to thrust, his movements slow and deep, drawing out her orgasm and pushing her to new heights of ecstasy.

Her moans grew louder, echoing through the night, and Gray felt his own climax approaching rapidly. He didn't want to let go, didn't want this moment to end. But the feeling was too intense, too overwhelming. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with his hot seed.

Their bodies remained joined, their breaths mingling in the cool night air as they rode the waves of pleasure together. Blake's legs tightened around him, her body still quivering with aftershocks of her orgasm. Gray's arms tightened around her, holding her close as he felt his own release begin to subside.

He gave a few more gentle thrusts, feeling the warmth of her body wrapped around his. His cock was still hard, but he knew he needed to be careful. He didn't want to push himself too far and ruin the moment. He took a deep breath, willing his body to stay aroused as he surveyed the rooftop for a better spot.

He found a flat, slightly elevated section of the roof that was hidden from view by a large vent. It was perfect. "Let's move over here," he murmured against her ear, his voice husky with desire. "I want to lay down and watch you ride me in the moonlight."

Blake's eyes shone with excitement, and she nodded. He slid out of her, and she hopped down from the wall, her legs unsteady from the intense climax. Gray helped her to her feet and led her over to the chosen spot. He laid down, his cock standing at attention, and pulled her back onto him, positioning her so that she was straddling him. She looked down at him, the moon casting a soft glow on her face and the tips of her ears, making her look like a creature of the night.

Gray's hands found her hips, guiding her as she began to move up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight. The way the moonlight danced across her skin, the soft jiggle of her breasts, it was all so erotic and mesmerizing. He felt his cock throb with every bounce, and he knew he was going to cum again soon.

"You're so fucking sexy, Blake," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Ride me like the warrior goddess you are."

Blake's eyes lit up at his words, and she sat up straighter, her breasts bobbing with each movement of her hips. She felt powerful, like the goddess he had described her to be. She began to move faster, her thighs tightening around Gray's waist as she took control of the rhythm. Her hips rocked back and forth, her movements becoming more deliberate and forceful.

Gray watched, entranced, as she rode him. He took mental notes of her actions, the way she leaned back and forth, the way her body moved in the moonlight. Each angle she found brought new sensations to him, and he knew he could use this knowledge later to make her scream his name in pleasure. But for now, he was content to watch her chase her own climax, her eyes closed, and her head thrown back in wild abandon.

As she reached the peak of her pleasure, Blake leaned down and whispered into his ear, her voice a siren's call, "Come for me, Gray. Fill me up. I'm yours, all of me. Your pet. Your plaything. I belong to you."

Her declaration sent a shock wave through Gray, her words resonating with the part of him that craved dominance. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening, and knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He watched her beautiful face, flushed with desire, as she took him deeper inside her, her eyes locked onto his.

With one final, powerful thrust, Gray let go. He felt his cock throb and pulse as he filled her up, his hot cum spurting into her welcoming warmth. A low growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest, the sensation of her tight pussy milking him dry sending him over the edge.

Blake's eyes flew open, meeting his as she whispered, "I'm yours, Gray. All of me." The words were a declaration, a promise of submission that sent a thrill through him. He watched her face contort with pleasure as he continued to pump into her, her orgasm riding on the edge of his own.

Her breath grew ragged, and she leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Come for me. Fill me up. My pussy is yours. My body is yours." The heat of her breath against his skin was too much for Gray to bear. He felt himself reach another peak straight after that last one. His dick burned with another spurt as he groaned from her words. She made him cum twice in a row. Wow.

He watched her face as she continued to ride him, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed with pleasure. She was so beautiful, so perfect.

"Anytime you want me, Gray... You can have me..." Blake said, her words a tired mumble as she looked down at him.

She then leaned down to kiss him again and they lay there in the aftermath for a few minutes.

But the chilly night air eventually began to seep into their warm embrace, and with a shiver, Blake realized that it was time to get dressed. She slid off him, her thighs sticky with their combined arousal, and took a moment to appreciate the sight of him sprawled out beneath her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. She reached down and gently tugged the torn fabric of her stockings, feeling a rush of cool air against her bare skin. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, but she couldn’t help the small smile that played on her lips.

Gray watched her with lazy eyes, his own body still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. He sat up, reaching out to the hand she held out to him. They stood there staring at each other for a moment before he noticed the goosebumps on her skin. "Let’s get you dressed before you catch a cold," he said with a chuckle.

Blake nodded, a little shyly. She stepped away from him and bent down, her legs wobbly from the intense climax. Gray took the opportunity to admire her from behind, her round, firm ass in the moonlight making his cock twitch with desire once more. He quickly stifled the thought, knowing they couldn't stay here forever.

As she straightened up, Gray could see the sticky evidence of their lovemaking begin to trickle down her thighs. He felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment, but mostly, he was just happy to have shared this moment with her. He stood and helped her slip her shorts back on, his hands lingering on her hips as he watched her wiggle into them.

Blake looked up at him, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. "Gray... I... I don't know what came over me," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "Those things I said... I didn't mean to... I mean..."

Gray leaned in, placing a gentle finger on her lips to silence her. "Shh," he soothed, his eyes sparkling with understanding. "It's okay, Blake. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, we say things we might not mean in everyday life. But here, in the moonlight, with no one else around to hear, we can be whoever we want to be."

"I-I... That's the thing... I don't really know what I meant..." She muttered.

Gray looks at her and wonders if this "pet" thing was from the time he used his Semblance to make her have a dream about being his sex-pet. Did she develop that as a fetish? That was pretty hot.

"Blake?" He asked. She looked at him. "Would you like to be one of my girlfriends. And my pet?"

Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she blushed profusely. But she nodded shyly, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes... I would."

Gray smiled wide. That now made three of the four girls on his team. All he needed was Weiss and he had the set.

Gray and Blake got dressed and made their way down from the roof and back to the walkways below. They held hands as they walked back to their dorm room. Blake was shy and giddy at the development of their relationship and had trouble not looking at him to make sure he was still there. Gray himself had trouble not grinning from ear to ear.

He knew that this accomplishment could only have happened because of his Semblance, but he still felt the silly teen-aged giddiness from a young person asking someone out.

They made it back to the dorm and quietly slipped in, keeping the lights off. Their team didn't wake up, even as Gray and Blake went into the bathroom to shower. They didn't turn the lights on there either. Gray had a thought about fucking her in the shower to finish the night off, but decided he was a little tired. That didn't stop them from touching each other though.

They did get really soapy and grind on each other for a bit. Gray was almost tempted to put it in but held himself back. They instead kissed some more under the water spray and cleaned each other and then dried each other afterwards.

After getting clean and dry, and having a little more grab-ass, they slipped out of the bathroom and got into Blake's bed together. They cuddled and let their eyes grow tired from the excitement. Though, for Gray, he was also tired from dealing with the criminals of Vale, but this was a nice end to the night.

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