All nine lives worth.

You weren't sure if it was the extended build up over the past week, the locale for this long-awaited coupling, or the mere fact that she was a real flesh and blood catgirl, but there was something indescribably sweet about making out with the feline Faunus. The way her tongue coiled sensuously around yours sent electrical sparks running up and down your spine. It ignited a fire in your veins unique in nature compared to your other conquests, a quality you were all too eager to indulge to your loins' content.

Reaching around her shoulders and beneath her knees, you quickly hoist her up into a bridal carry, making her squeak in surprise while her arms lock around your neck for security. Desiring a more appropriate and comfortable setting than a computer chair, you take her to a far corner of the library that was turned into a reading nook, complete with several squishy couches, armchairs and loveseats, a roaring granite fireplace, and a high arch window draped with red velvet curtains overlooking the Emerald Forests. More importantly, the positioning of the surrounding bookshelves all but completely concealed this slice of heaven from the rest of the library, making it possible for even common students to sneak away for some erotic fun, though whether this design was unintentional or on purpose, you couldn't guess. All that mattered was the mewling girl whose lips remained locked to yours.

Well aware of her love for romance and erotic novella, you specifically choose the couch closest to the fireplace, bathing the both of you under its welcoming warmth as you lay her reverently on the well-worn cushions. You join her as your mouths continue the heated make-out session while her body writhes wantonly against yours. Deciding where to put your hands was turning out to be more of a challenge than you anticipated, she simply was that sexy, and resolve to just allow them to wander everywhere in their heavy petting. They travel down her taut thighs, across the silky feel of her stockings and down to tight calves, then gradually worked their way back up to teasingly brush against her sweltering core through the constricting material of her shorts, making her hiss with a sharp intake of breath. Your hand continues to climb, your fingers taking a moment to brush against the bare skin of her midriff and coaxing a wave of goose bumps from her creamy flesh.

"You don't have to do anything tonight, Blake. This is all for your pleasure," you whisper into her neck.

"If you insist," she gasps out back to you.

You questing hand continues its assent, deftly unsnapping the button of her vest with an audible pop. She arches her chest against you, anticipating your touch with much enthusiasm. Eager to feel more of her, your fingers slip beneath the hem of her surprisingly thick and tight shirt, and begin the arduous task of peeling it from her lithe body, though with her arms still locked around your neck, you couldn't hope to strip her completely, not that you really cared. As you clear the swell of her bust, you find bare flesh greeting you to your great delight.

"No bra?" you question with a smirk.

She bashfully shakes her head no.

"I never liked how they would chafe beneath this outfit so... I just don't wear them."

"Such a naughty girl..." you growl as you dip down and drag your tongue through the sweet valley of her cleavage.

This time she lets out a long yowl of pleasure, her eyes going wide at the sensations you were subjecting upon her while involuntary spasms shake her to her core. It was all music to your ears. Gods was she erotic, and her skin... oh so sweet. Drawing wet circles with your tongue, you inch your way to a pale pink aereola to find the sensitive nub of her nipple hidden deep within. Undeterred, you lick and prod your way against the tender flesh, making her shudder and gasp in your grasp as you steadily coax it out to play until finally, with a gentle yet firm nibble of your teeth, it pops free and into your waiting mouth. Your prize revealed, you hungrily latch on with your lips and suckle, driving Blake mad with feelings previously unexplored.

"Don't stop," she begs, her hands gripping tightly in your hair.

You had no intentions to stop. Her pleasurable arias only spurred you on further. Her opposite breast was hardly forgotten either as you palm and knead the tender flesh with firm gropes and pulls, kneading her bosom with an impassioned massage whilst your final free hand snakes around to grip her gloriously tight ass.

"Michael...!" she cries out as the onset of orgasm rolls over her.

You didn't stop like you normally would, simply charging full speed ahead with your work until her tremors became too great to contain. **** to muffle her cries, she bites down into your neck and squeals while her crotch grinds against your rigid erection. Even through multiple layers of clothing, you could still feel her arousal seeping through, the growing dark patch of moisture in the front of her shorts clear evidence of her trembling climax.

"Oh my God, that was..." she whimpers in the afterglow.

Smirking knowingly, you pop your mouth free from her swollen nipple to give her a deep and passionate kiss, one she hungrily returns.

"I want to see all of you, Blake," you whisper against her lips.

She agrees with the barest of nods and raises her hands above her head, giving you free reign to strip her free of her vest and shirt, revealing to you her topless form if all of its glory. She wasn't nearly as slim as Weiss in her build, but it was still clearly cut for grace and agility complimentary to her fighting style. Also, unlike the Heiress, your eyes picked up the faint outlines of various battle scars barely visible in the dim lighting of the lounge, belying her rougher life of a freedom fighter. She timidly tries to cover herself with her hands as your eyes roam up and down her body but you quickly move to banish her insecurity by kissing her once more.

"God you're gorgeous," you reassure her.

"No I'm not..." she bashfully denies.

"Yes, you are," you insist, and this time she doesn't seek to rebuff you.

This time, she chooses to avert her amber eyes though the smallest of smiles graces her lips as she accepts the praise for what it was while her hands fall to her sides in acceptance. Now there was just one last article of clothing you had left to address before you continued your worship of her body; the thin strand of ribbon concealing what you found to be her best trait. Blake catches on quickly as your hands lift to her crown and in a panic, she quickly grasps at your wrists.

"What's wrong?" you ask her curiously.

"Not that," she says with a shake of her head.

"Blake... when I said I wanted to see all of you, I meant all of you. You don't have to hide anything from me. Besides... I want to see them."

She bites her lip, clearly conflicted between this moment of passion and her life-long habit. Still though, she makes no further effort to stop you as you reach up to grasp at one end of the ribbon. With a gentle pull, the bow comes free, revealing the twitching forms of her feline ears to your viewing pleasure. She stiffens in your grasp, expecting you to reject her for being a Faunus, yet she couldn't be further from the truth. You cradle her lovingly in your arms and rest your chin atop her head.

"See? So much better without the bow," you praise soothingly. "You're truly a beautiful young woman, Blake. Don't ever think otherwise."

"Flatterer..." she scoffs into your neck, though you could clearly feel the smile on her lips. "You're not just going to keep staring at them... are you?"

You decide to answer her question with action. Leaning forward, you take her right ear into your mouth and gently nibble on its tip, pointedly ignoring the odd sensation of fur on your lips, and making her gasp out in shock. At the same time, you lift a hand to scratch at her left much like you would a house cat. The result was a squeaking, squirming, pile of Faunus heat rocking against you in the most amorous of fashions, and you couldn't get enough of it. That was when you noticed the most peculiar of sounds, a deep and rolling rumble coming from within her chest that spread out through her entire body.

"Are... are you purring?" you ask in amusement.

Her face flushes a deep red at your perception.

"You shut up. Nobody's ever done this to me before," she rebuts with barely restrained mortification. "It's your fault I'm like this in the first place."

"Guilty as charged," you agree with a chuckle. "And I'm loving every second of it. Better take responsibility for my mess then, huh?"

"That's right you better, Lover Boy."

Her use of Yang's nickname for you was likely a poor attempt at an insult, but it only made your pride swell. This stoic girl was turning into putty in your hands, and she knew it.

"You can undress me too if you'd like," you offer whilst you continue your work on her ears.

"I'm getting there," she rebukes. "It's not like I'm going to be all that impressed anyway..."

Her words die down in her throat as she pulls your shirt up, revealing the sculpted canvas of your body to her viewing pleasure.

"Holy..." she whispers in rapture.

She couldn't have been any more right, considering your true nature.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you couldn't help but tease.

"Don't tempt me."

Her hands run reverently across your skin while you briefly pause your fondling to sit up to strip completely topless for her, proudly showing off to her like a specimen pulled directly out of one of her books.

"Like what you see?"

"Very much..."

You let her indulge herself for a few moments, giving her the opportunity to send goosebumps running across your skin with every gentle caress of her fingers. A wicked smirk erupts upon her face however as she shifts to pinch one of your nipples between your nails. They still remained as sensitive as ever despite your numerous couplings, and she drank in every gasp she pulled from you. You allow this to continue for a few moments but even your patience had limits, especially with such a heavenly woman awaiting your attentions. You dip back down to **** her chest once more with your mouth and leave a trail of kisses descending to her abdomen, then navel until you came face to face with the waistband of her soaked-through shorts.

The heady aroma of her arousal sent your vision spinning and you hadn't even gotten her pants free yet. With impatient fingers, you unsnap the button and pull down the zipper, revealing a lacy pair of panties a dark purple in color. Was there any part of this girl that wasn't sexy? You'd say not as you pulled her shorts free inch by torturous inch down those shapely hips. A quick glance up at Blake's face showed her shielding her expression from view with her hands. Still self-conscious it seemed, but who could really blame her? You weren't sure how many partners she's had beforehand, but considering her reactions likely few. It just made you all the more determined to break down her inhibitions while you claimed her as your own.

Clearing the swell of her rear, it became far easier to liberate your heat-struck neko of her soaked trousers until you arrived at her ankles. Lifting her stocking-clad legs high into the air much to her chagrin, you take a moment to unbuckle and pull free her heeled boots, freeing her aching feet from confinement. Her toes wiggle appreciatively against your cheek as you finally toss her pants aside. She was now clad solely in her thigh-high stockings and violet panties. Time for the main course.

Draping one leg over the back of the couch, you dive forward to inhale the musty aroma of her sex directly, her eyes going wide in shock as you pull the frilly fabrics of her panties aside and lap hungrily at her love juices.

"Not there...! Don't lick there!" she begs in panic and ecstasy. "I haven't showered!"

"I don't care," you growl. "You taste way too good to stop."

"But... Ahhhh!"

She fails to find the strength to stop you as your tongue rolls around the pearl of pleasure that was her clit, granting her **** but to collapse backward against the couch while you ate your fill, though you go to great pains to restrain yourself and not give in to your instincts roaring at you to claim her. You purposefully danced against and around her winking lips, tuning in sharply to every groan, gasp, squeak and mewl she made. Whatever qualms she had against cunnilingus melted away with every stroke of your tongue, and soon enough she was rocking her hips against your face as she chased after another orgasm.

You refused of course, edging her in ways only a master of the craft could manage. Whenever she would try to angle against your tongue in a way that would make her crest over the edge, you purposefully shifted in the opposite direction to keep her **** and wanting. Her honey spilled out of her freely as a result, soaking across the leather of the couch in glistening streams. It only became worse for her as you focused you mouth more on her clit and upper lips while you slide two fingers into the clenching canal that was her cunt. You nearly break your own rule as you sink two knuckles deep and a violent tremor wracks her body. Thankfully, you're able to back off just in time, pulling your fingers free and dipping down across the length of her lips with your tongue before she teetered completely over the brink

"Stop teasing me!" she begs, her head now thrashing back and forth.

"Trust me, the build up will be worth it," you promise.

Blake bites down on her hand in frustration as you resume your lazy lapping, drinking up every drop of her arousal while her legs squeeze tightly around your head. You even have to press a hand down firmly against her midriff to keep her from bucking herself off of the couch. As entertaining as that might be, you wanted to keep her firmly planted down in the cushions where she was completely at your mercy. Throughout all of this, your cock strained painfully against the confines of your pants, reminding you of your own rampant arousal. With no small amount of difficulty given the position of your face currently buried into the sensuous pussy's inviting pussy, you manage to yank your trousers and boxers down to free your throbbing erection. They're soon kicked aside along with your shoes and socks, leaving you as nude as the day you were born. Blake notices none of this, too absorbed in your vexatious edging to care. It suited you just fine. With one last suckle of her clit, you finally pull free and climb up to embrace her panting body.

"Are you ready, Blake?" you ask her with a seductive growl.

"Ready...? Ready for wh-"

The word hitches in her throat as she feels the bulbous head of your cock tap against her sweltering core. Eyes going wide, they flit between yours and the bobbing sight of your shaft waiting patiently to penetrate her.

"Is this really going to happen...?" she whimpers with both yearning and fear.

"Not if you don't want it to," you say as you lean down to kiss her soothingly. "I'll never do anything to hurt you, Blake."

Tentatively, she reaches down to grasp you in her hand, making you hiss in pleasure at her velvety smooth touch. You were probably just as pent up as she was and her innocent handjob wasn't helping your odds.

"So big..." she coos. "Will it even fit...?"

"Blake sweetheart... if you keeping going like that..." you warn, letting the inevitable hang in the air.

Rather than stop, she merely slows her stroking to firm, deliberate pumps while she leans up and traces little kisses along your jawline and up your cheek, her lips pecking teasingly at your ear.

"Go slow... promise me you'll go slow," she whispers, a lithe finger pulling her panties aside. "It's my first time with a man."

You could hardly believe your ears. Blake was pure and unspoiled. You thought for certain Adam had already beaten you to the punch, and as sad as such a scenario would be, you were still content with being her last. This however... this was almost too good to be true, and she specifically said "with a man". You knew she and Yang had a little tryst at the spa, but were there others she's experimented with in the past? Perhaps Ilia or maybe even Sienna? Questions for later since right now you had to do your gender right. Your mission; to become the only man she will ever need.

"I promise," you vow.

You had every intention to keep that promise, despite the wave of pleasure that washes over you as you begin the excruciating task of claiming Blake's virginity. It starts with your head popping into the tight confines of her vulva, stretching her apart far more than any fingers or tongues could ever hope to accomplish. She grabs onto you tightly for this initial penetration and seals her mouth against yours, squealing into your throat as you sink deeper and deeper into her core until finally you feel the slight barrier that was her hymen keeping you at bay, at least... what remained of it given her highly active lifestyle. A quick blessing from you safeguards her against this normally painful event.

"Be mine, Blake," you whisper to her as you break the kiss and press your forehead against hers.

"I'm yours, Michael," she replies with deep affection.

With a single lunge, you bury yourself in to the hilt, making Blake cry out loudly in bliss. Her eyes shoot open widely and her back arches up off the couch as you at last fill her to completion. Her second, relentlessly teased orgasm tears through her, her juices spraying across your abdomen while her cunt squeezes down with incredible **** upon your invading shaft.

"That's it Blake, cum for me," you coax her on. "Release everything, release all of your lust and frustration."

"Yessss...!" she hisses with desire. "Make love to me, Michael, I want to feel your love...!"

Slow, sensual, and loving, Blake craved that fairy tale romance for her first time with a strong, gentle, and caring man, and you were happy to oblige. You take your time withdrawing from her clutching depths until only the head remained, only to sink back into her with deep, sawing strokes. Her long, stocking-clad legs wrap around you, pulling you in tight and refusing to let go while you resume making out with the lovely cat Faunus. You cradle her in your arms, holding her close in shared warmth while your tongues writhed together in an erotic dance of their own.

In the midst of all this shared pleasure, one of your hands makes its way back up to her feline ears perched atop her head to administer some affectionate scratches, coaxing another long and drawn out yowl from her that forces her to break the kiss.

"You really like my ears, don't you...?" she gasps with a giggle.

"I love your ears," you freely admit. "I think they're adorable and that you should never hide them again."

"They're yours to see and play with if you want, but only yours. I'm not ready to... mmmmfffhhhh... not ready to reveal them to everyone just yet."

"I'm okay with that."

Your pumping hips, up until this point extremely measured and subdued, being to pick up the pace ever so slightly. You piston deeper and faster with each repetition, making Blake's steady cries of pleasure pitch up into a gradual crescendo.

"Yes, right there!" she cries with an eager nod. "Fuck me just like that!"

You groan in response, your willpower slipping as her pussy muscles set to work milking you for all you were worth. She was bringing you to climax remarkably fast, even faster than your other, more experienced lovers. Both Pyrrha and Weiss were virgins when you claimed them, yet neither of them seemed to be able to get your motor rolling like Blake did. Experiencing such incredible highs with Team RWBY's hopeless romantic bookworm secured her a special place in your heart. Absentmindedly, you lean up and latch onto one of her cat ears with your mouth once more.

"Oh God, you're doing it again!" Blake squeals in ecstasy.

"Purr for me, Blake," you beg around her ear. "I want to feel you purr from the inside, my Little Kitten."

"You're so lewd," she teases as she rolls her hips into yours. "Fine, I'll be your Kitten my big, perverted man."

You weren't sure if she could do it on command even if she tried. She did after all admit that it was an entirely new experience for her, though it was becoming irrefutably clear that she was a quick learner. It started with a near imperceptible rumble that bubbled up from deep within her chest, but as time passed it grew in its intensity, reverberating throughout her entire body and filling your very being. With it came an indescribable sensation surrounding your pistoning cock, as if her sweet walls had become a vibrating onahole.

"Holy shit Blake!" you roar out in ecstasy, your control over your load slipping even though you slowed back down to a snail's pace.

"Cum with me, Michael," she urged you on in a smoky tone. "I'm on the pill so it's okay. Cum deep... deep inside me!"

She was shaking in your arms again. The writhing, the vibrations from her purr, the clenching of her cunt, it was all too much. You cover her mouth with yours, pressing yourself firmly against her cervix with your bloating cockhead, and fire the first of many volleys directly into her depths. Your balls throbbed powerfully with every ejaculation, pumping her full with virile sperm as they sought in vain to give her a litter of kittens to raise. You doubted contraceptive pills would really be able to stop your divine seed from taking root but you were certain she was on them for a reason, therefor you make doubly sure she wouldn't become a mother anytime soon. You wanted her all to yourself for the next couple years anyway.

"Fuck, you feel so good Blake!" you sputter out as you thrust through your orgasm.

"Oh God, I love you Michael! I love you so much! Keep cumming baby, keep filling me up with your milk!" she wails. "Oh you're making me cum again! Your Little Kitten is cumming again!"

Her stoicism was thrown out the window as she fully embraced your pet name for her, and that third orgasm of hers drove you straight into your second, your divine virility lurching with even more cum for your love-struck Kitten along with that golden transfer of power. These girls will become the **** of you if your weren't careful, but for the moment you couldn't bring yourself to care. Immortality or not, it would be one Hell of a way to go and you were perfectly fine with that. All that mattered to you right now was riding out this ecstasy with who was now your affectionately dubbed Little Kitten. Congratulations you kinky son of a bitch.