Blake Belladonna

You took a moment to give your answer some thought but soon enough the choice became clear.

"I'll go with you, Blake," you state before addressing the group as a whole. "She'll be most likely to come closest to the enemy by going to the rally, so she'll be most in need of backup in case things go south."

"Okay, but how do you intend to help out without being a Faunus?" she questioned, her arms still crossed.

"We don't both have to go through the front. All I would need is to be shown the general area and I can find a back door on my own. You're not the only one who can work well with subterfuge, so you don't have to worry about me being a one-trick pony. And I always have a few tricks up my sleeve for when things get tough."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Blake responded with a shrug.

"Aww, and here I was hoping you'd pick me," Yang griped with mock offense. "I guess I'm too much for you to handle after all."

"Okay seriously, what is going on between you two?" Weiss demanded with an accusatory finger.

"It was just one date. Don't need to get all bent out of shape, Ice Queen," answered an exasperated Yang.

"When??" this time coming from Ruby.

As the three girls devolved into an argument, you decide now was as good a time as any to slip away. With a subtle nod to Blake, you motion for her to follow as you exit the dorm. Sparing one last glance to her team, she silently followed your lead. Let the others argue about boyfriends and relationships, because she had work to focus on.

An hour later found the both of you walking down one of the streets of Vale toward's the city's industrial district. Unsurprisingly, Blake remained quiet for the entire trip. She kept pace ahead of you no less than two-arms distance and hardly ever looked back to see if you were still there.

The small advantage you had in this situation was that you were given an unobstructed view of her Intruder outfit, though you wished the stylistic layers of fabric didn't cover her rear. At least you could fully appreciate her legs in form fitting black pants and heeled boots. Now if only you could get her to take that ribbon off. Either way, now wasn't the time to be coy but you also couldn't resist trying to get her to open up a bit more. Jogging lightly to catch up, you soon come abreast with her and try to strike up a conversation.

"You seem pretty tense. Something on your mind?" you ask.

"Nothing you need to be concerned about," she answers tersely.

"Expecting trouble?"

"I'm always expecting trouble."

Right. She wasn't much of a conversationalist.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I rub you the wrong way. I get you don't want me here."

"So why are you still here?"

"Because Yang asked me to be here. And jumping into the lion's den alone is just stupid."

"Are you trying to tell me that I can't take care of myself?"

"I'm trying to say you're doing far more than what's expected of a first year."

"Right, just as you the second year are following that same first year to work outside of the law. Great example you're setting."

"Does the law even matter if it's the right thing to do?"

She impulsively moves to hit you with another retort, but your question brings her to pause mid word. For the first time since your little walk began, she turns her head to face you, at least as much as a sideways glance would allow. You keep your own eyes locked forward though you can feel her gaze scrutinizing you. You pass one block, two, then three until she finally turns her attention somewhere else.

"Enough beating around the bush then. What's your real reason for helping us?" she questioned.

You give a noncommittal shrug at first, but decide to answer at least half truthfully. Openly admitting you wanted to add her and Ruby to your growing harem wasn't going to score you any brownie points.

"Because no one can move forward if we keep taking steps back," you say. "I may not be a Faunus like you or Velvet, but the way mistreatment of your people is so readily accepted as normal just gets under my skin. Even here in what seems the most progressive kingdom, it seems like Humans never change."

"Being a sympathizer still doesn't answer my question."

"No it doesn't, I'll admit," you say with a smirk. "Truth be told, I can't really say no to a beautiful woman."

Blake snorts derisively.

"So you're just a simple minded muscle head trying to get into Yang's pants. You wouldn't be the first one."

"Don't need to try when I already have," you add flippantly.

Your comment brought her to a grinding halt, eyes wide in disbelief and mouth resembling a fish out of water. You can't help but laugh out loud at her expression.

"What? I thought her nickname for me was a dead giveaway?" you say between snickers.

"I was trying to maintain my suspension of disbelief," she answered flatly as the two of you resume your walk. "Yang isn't the type to just open her legs up for just anyone."

"No, she's not. We really did hit it off with a spar, but I decided to make it more exciting with a bet. If I won, I'd get a kiss. If she won, I'd treat her to her next spa day. I ended up winning, so we kissed. She liked it, I like it. Next thing I know, we're rutting each other right in the middle of the boxing ring at the gym."

Her face erupts a furious crimson as her mind gets to work envisioning such a spectacle.

"Right... right there on the mat? In public?" she squeaks out as she averts her eyes.

You lift a brow in curiosity. Gently giving her mind a mental probe, you find her thoughts racing with images of you and Yang in the buff going at each other like crazy, followed by the tell-tale aroma of a blossoming arousal. Oh this was just too perfect. You hadn't even begun your little manipulations yet and already she was thinking about sex. Time to strike while the iron was hot.

"The thought of getting caught seemed to have driven us both wild. I can still imagine her riding me, her breasts bouncing with every **** thrust and her wild mane of hair fanning out behind her. We did it twice within ten minutes before we pried ourselves apart."

By this point, Blake had begun fiddling with the strap of her belt, her thighs subconsciously tightening together mid-stride in response to her growing arousal.

"So did you...?" she asked.

"Did we what?" you inquired back, feigning innocence.

"Get... caught?"

You give her a sly little smile.

"She didn't, but I did... by Professor Goodwitch..."

You hear Blake let out a long, drawn out sigh of desire at your answer, goose bumps dancing across her exposed skin. Leaning in close to her, you add more fuel to the fire by whispering into her ear... her feline ear, and it sends lightning bolts down her spine. Maybe this was a scene or at least similar to a scene in one of her erotic novels?

"... and you know what? She enjoyed the entire show and wanted some for herself."

"Please stop," she pleads with you.

"Stop what?"

"I need to focus. I can't... work like this."

"Like what, Blake? As far as I can tell, we're just having a conversation."

"Don't play dumb. You're telling me all of this because you know it turns me on," she spat out with unmasked frustration. "So I'd appreciate it if you would just shut up so I can cool off."

"That's one way to take care of it," you admit. "Or... we could try a different way that would get it out of your system faster."

She stares at you in disbelief, taken aback by your forwardness. You let your statement hang in the air as you both come to a standstill in front of an abandoned apartment block. Indecision, desire, and self-decency were all wrestling with each other in her brain as she seriously considers your offer. She bites her lip... hard as her eyes flit across you as if you were some kind of forbidden fruit.