Quits for now... and fail.

With a shuddering gasp, you collapse heavily upon your feline lover, her sweet walls wringing you dry of every last drop you had to offer. Her arms wrap around your neck as she peppers your jawline and cheeks with affectionate kisses, her hips giving the occasional roll just in case you had anything leftover to give.

"So much, so warm," she coos into your ear. "Are you trying to get me pregnant?"

"Would you be all that angry if I said yes?" you quip playfully.

"A little bit," she answers truthfully. "We still have plenty of work to do, and I can't do that if I have kittens to raise. Hopefully my birth control doesn't fail me..."

You easily recognize that undercurrent of unease in her voice and quickly swoop down to give her a comforting, loving kiss. She accepts it eagerly, moaning into your mouth as your tongues writhe together in shared bliss and when you finally break the connection, you've left her breathless and heavy lidded.

"Maybe someday though?" you ask hopefully.

She gives you a sly smirk.

"Did you just propose to me?" she teases. "What would Yang think?"

"Ménage à trois?"

She slaps you playfully on the chest, though you wisely keep your mouth shut about Glynda, Pyrrha, Emerald, Neo, Weiss... damn, did you really have that many notches in your bedpost already? And barely within a month at that, though you could vaguely hear a little voice in the back of your head mocking you saying "You gotta pump those numbers up! Those are rookie numbers in this bracket!" Cue the dementia; great. Could a God even get dementia?

"Perv. Now, get off me so I can get cleaned up and dressed. You wanted me to sleep, right?"

You internally shrug at her decision to call it quits. After all, it was what Yang had asked you to do in the first place. Giving her one last peck on the lips, you push yourself up and off of your exhausted lover, your semi-rigid prick slipping free from her plundered depths. Amusingly, a thick river of white flows from her quivering lips, signifying how much spunk you had freely dumped into her. She follows your gaze and frowns at the evidence of your coupling.

"I don't think we thought this through. I'm spilling all over the couch and I have no way to get these stains out."

"Don't you worry about the mess; I can take care of it. You just get some sleep, okay?" you assure her, waving off her concern.

"Such a gentleman," she snarks with light sarcasm.

You lounge back on the dry half of the cushions, smile on your face, content to watch her attempt to dress herself on shaky legs. Idly, you stroke yourself as your eyes follow the waistband of her pants being pulled up her cum-dripping, glorious legs and over the swell of that perfect, heart-shaped Bellabooty. An involuntary lick of your lips follows as your gaze drinks in the little wiggle of her hips.

"Quit staring at my ass you perv," she quips teasingly as she glances over her shoulder with a sly smirk.

"I can't help it. You have an amazing ass," you say without shame.

"Do I now? And how is that?"

You swallow the little lump in your throat. Was she backing up to you? Didn't she want to get some rest?

"It's a perfect, creamy color," you begin. "So soft yet taut and supple. When you walk by, I can't help but stare. I love how it feels in my hands."

"Go on," she breathes, taking another lethargic step back, her pants now forgotten right beneath her cheeks.

"I'd grip and knead it all day, squeezing it beneath my fingers just to make you blush in public. People would stare at me in envy and jealousy, and stare at you with lust and desire, wishing it was their hands groping you."

"Bad boy, molesting me in the open," she tuts smokily.

She was tantilizingly close now, those perfect cheeks just a hair's breadth away from grazing your now fully swollen and eager erection. Just as you were about to reach forward and do everything you had just confessed to her and more, she sits back fully into your lap, sandwiching your shaft between her perfect cheeks, effectively hotdogging you.

"Such a pervert. That fantasy made you so hard already," she sighs as she begins grinding against you in an erotic lapdance. "But do you know what's even dirtier about this whole conversation?"

"What's that?" you manage to say through gritting teeth.

"I like it. I like it very much so. I wonder how long we would've been at it if I jumped you on the street the first time you teased me," she admits with a giggle. "Yang mentioned you have a pretty strong libido, but I should warn you that Faunus have very high sex drives too."

As if to drive home her point, her hips speed up, intensifying the addicting friction surrounding your cock. It twitches madly in response, the crown freely drooling precum in anticipation for more. It takes a great deal of restraint to keep your hands firmly locked to your sides, lest your interferance on her rear breaks this intoxicating rhythm. Besides, judging by the smile on her face, she seemed to be enjoying her power over you immensely.

"Is that why you changed your mind about sleep? So you could give me the most maddening assjob I could ever imagine?"

She smiles coyly, slowing down her grinding to a snail's pace.

"Maybe... or maybe I wanted more?"

That did it. Forget restraint, this amorous kitten was driving you up the wall. You grip her cheeks tightly and lift up just enough for your manhood to slip between the juncture of her thighs, and with practiced ease you pull her down upon you, spearing her needy cunt with your full length.

"Oh fuck!" she squeaks as her breath hitches in her throat.

The new angle puts an immense amount of pressure along your urethra, making every movement grind the precum against your own sensitive walls. You shudder in ecstasy at this unique sensation as you hump quickly and eagerly against your Little Kitten.

"God damn Blake, you're like a cat in heat," you groan.

She laughs between shudders as the both of you set the couch rocking.

"Oh honey this isn't anywhere close to my heat ycle," she groans as she leans back into your embrace. "You wouldn't be able to handle me in full heat."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It's a promise. There's a reason why I take birth control; it helps keep my cycles to a manageable level."

Gripping her tight around her navel, you pull her down flush against your hips, drawing out a keening wail from her throat as you grind your spent loads against her cervix, scratching an itch too deep for her to reach on her own.

"Stop taking it," you whisper into her ear.

"W-what?" she gasps quietly in disbelief.

"Your birth control. Stop taking it," you repeat. "I want to feel you in heat, fill you up when you're most fertile, breed you for days on end until you swell with our children."

"You're insane," she shoots back between pants. "I already- ah! already told you. I'm not... mmmmm... not ready to be a mother."

"Not right now obviously, but when everything is over and the White Fang aren't a problem anymore," you reassure her.

Your hands slide down to her waist to lethargically lift her up your cock, making her whine with need until only the head remained. Just as slowly, you push her back down along your length until you nestled tight against her womb once more. Over and over you repeated your actions, edging her closer and closer to the edge. It made her twitch madly in your arms, just as you twitched madly within her depths.

"Can you feel it Blake?" you groan huskily. "Can you feel how badly I want to breed you?"

"Y-... yesss..." she manages with a shuddering sigh.

"I'll tame your heat. I'll fill you until your desires are quenched."

She leans back into your embrace, cradling your head with her hand as she feels you swell up inside.

"Prove it."

Her challenge acts like a trigger phrase as you suddenly fire off inside of her with a bellow. She grins at the feeling of your ejaculate splashing against her inner walls and coaxes you forward with little rocking movements of her hips. Moments later, she begins shuddering with an orgasm of her own, the combined sensations of your warm cum, the pulsing thrusts of your dick, and the reverent carresses of your hands proving too much for her to handle. Bliss.

Unfortunately, this last release proves to be her undoing and a week's worth of personal neglect catches up to collect its dues. Your lover passes out in your arms, eyes fluttering closed as she draws in deep, steady breaths with a much needed cat nap though you could do without being used as her personal pillow. It seemed she took after a cat in this regard as well.

Resigning yourself to your predicament, you utter a quick spell to clean up the sexual mess that permeated the room and shift yourself to lie down on the couch and spoon the lovely Faunus. She hums in satisfaction as all the shifting causes your cockhead to grind against her walls. Not that you were willing to withdraw just yet anyway. You were far too comfortable to break the atmosphere and within moments you drift off to sleep beside her, carelessly ignoring the risk of being caught.