She leads you elsewhere.

Total bliss envelopes you as you ramp right into round three, your combined sexual juices splashing wantonly from Blake's depths and ruining the bed below you. Grinning from ear to ear, you reach forward and grasp her nightie with both hands. In one savage move, you tear it from her body, revealing the creamy expanse of her back to you. A yowl of pleasure erupts from her throat at your savage actions, her pussy contracting even more around your cock like a wet fist. Gods was she tight! You could feel orgasm overtaking you again, bubbling up eagerly in your loins, and you press yourself against her cervix with wanton need.

It was to your great surprise when Blake suddenly slipped free of your grasp. Startled at the abrupt absence of Faunus cunt clutching upon you, you stumble forward onto the now vacant spot in the bed. Rolling onto your back in confusion, you found Blake crouched by the door in a bestial stance, her hand on the knob as she gazes back at you with glowing, feral eyes. Her teeth gleam in the moonlight, as do the trails of spunk rolling down the insides of her thighs. Hair askew and body completely nude save for her stockings, she grins at you, beckoning you to chase after her, and slips out into the hall.

Scrambling from your bed, you bound after her into the hall, barely catching her ebony locks disappearing around a corner. You push your aura into your legs in an attempt to catch up. Damn was she fast when horny! Thankfully the sheer scent of her arousal leaves a trail for you to follow, a trail that leads you through the dorms and out into the courtyard. You nearly throw the doors off their hinges as you burst out into the night air to find your neko lover sitting at the edge of one of the school's numerous fountains, the waters frozen in place thanks to your spell.

She leans back on her hands, legs crossed over at the knees as she smirks sultrily at you, a single clawed finger beckoning you to come closer. Under the pale moonlight with a multi-tiered fountain as the backdrop, she became the epitome of beauty. All at once, your feet became bricks as you lock eyes with those golden-amber orbs glinting with mischief. With each step closer you take, Blake calmly and deliberately lifts her foot to rest on the edge of the fountain and ever so gently nudges her legs apart, revealing her glistening, aching lips to your hungry gaze. Your cock stands at eager attention, stiff and throbbing in the cooler night air. Eventually you come within arms reach of her, her creamy thighs just a few inches away from your finger tips, when suddenly she presses a stocking-clad foot onto your chest.

"What?" you question with a light growl.

"Kneel," she commands with a predatory grin.

Your eyes widen with bewilderment at her command. Defiantly, you move forward to take her only for her foot to press even more firmly against you.

"Ah ah ah," she tuts. "Kneel or I'll go find someone else to please me for the rest of the night."

Begrudgingly you obey like a chastised puppy and lower yourself at her feet, your knees touching down softly upon the cool flagstone paving. You lock eyes with her, Blake's orbs twinkling with haughty mirth. You swore you could see glimpses of Neo in that face right now. The resemblance became even more uncanny when you felt the silken caress of stocking-clad toes around your tip. On instinct, your eyes drop down to your lap and you manage to get a glimpse of her languid touches, but it's only a glimpse as her second foot quickly slides up your chest to press your chin up and forwards once more.

"Eyes on me," comes her sultry command. "Only on me."

You bite your tongue to keep from protesting despite the excitement pumping into your system. Considering how your first encounter with the feline Faunus went, you figured Blake would be more of a submissive than a dominant, but as you thought about it more, it only made sense. At Mountain Glenn, she took the lead and tonight, she again initiated by coming to you, whispering her desires into your ear and compelling you into action. Then there was her choice in literature, the running gag being her closeted perversion. You found yourself part of the community who imagined her being a bottom rather than a top. Plenty of erotic fan-arts and fictions painted her in such a light, either at the mercy of one of her strap-on clad or futa-fied teammates, or a self-insert regardless of gender, but as you were quickly finding out, it seemed she was the exact opposite. Was this her true nature or just a side-effect of her Heat? And if this was her Heat, how was she maintaining control so easily? Not even a few minutes ago, she was thrashing about and ripping your bed apart at the seams.

A shiver runs up your spine as her silky toes close over the tip of your aching cock, her second foot shifting to the underside to grip your shaft between her first and second. You suck in a breath as she begins to stroke.

"Good boy," she purrs. "Just sit there and enjoy it. I want to have some fun with you."

You couldn't defy her even if you tried. Those piercing eyes had you rooted to the spot. All you could do was obey and swallow your pride as Blake happily stroked you off to her heart's content. You didn't want to compare her footjob to Neo, you really didn't, but for some reason your mind kept drifting back to the diminutive thief who nearly drove you to madness with her own soles. Now Blake was quickly overtaking that throne, and this time you felt inclined to let her. The boys back home were right; beware the quiet ones.

"You like this... don't you?" she comments sultrily.

"Yes," comes your whispered answer.

"Of course you do, you dirty man," she teases. "But it's ok. I'm a pervert too, and I love seeing my dirty man squirm underneath my touch."

Her words sent goosebumps across your skin. She was getting off immensely to this power play, and if the throbbing of your cock was any indication, so were you. Pre-cum was soaking through the thin material of her stockings, especially against at the foot twisting and kneading around your sensitive crown and glans. She was driving you dangerously close to the edge, and she knew it.

"You want to cum, don't you?" she asks with a tilt of her head.

You make to answer, only to yelp with need as her stroking picks up in pace. She was doing sinfully wonderful things to you with her feet and it was sending fire through your veins. The feel of her stockings, the scent of her arousal, the piercing and indecent glint in her eyes, it was all giving you sensory overload.

"Please," you nearly beg, your breaths now coming out in gasps.

"Please... what?" she echoes, her hand now drifting down her toned stomach.

"Let me cum," you rasp.

"Hmmmm... not yet," she decides, gripping tightly at your base with her toes. "Two things are going to happen before you go shooting off anywhere."

You clench your tongue tightly between your teeth in a **** attempt to stave off your orgasm. Gods she was good at this. For a split second, your eyes break contact with hers to catch her fingers lazily stroking at her clit just beneath her neatly trimmed public mound. Her lips were absolutely glistening with both arousal and spent spunk.

"First, you're going to watch me finger myself to climax while I stroke you off with my feet, and second..." she trails off, earning a frustrated moan from you which she found immensely satisfying. "Second, you're going to release this... time control spell or we won't be going any further."

"W-what?" you stutter with shock.

"I know why you did it," she continues, her feet now resuming their stroking to keep you solid and throbbing. "It's a sweet gesture, giving us all the time in the world for us to fuck until we're spent and my Heat is satisfied, but this all seems... unnatural, fake even. I can't even feel the wind or spray of the fountain on my skin. Don't you want to see my body glistening in the moonlight?"

She had a point. Stopping time meant stopping the natural order of things, and there was that strange monochrome tint that fell over the world every time you used the spell. It did feel fake and unnatural.

"And if we get caught?" you manage to say.

She shrugs nonchalantly.

"I'm sure you can handle it."

Couldn't argue that point either. You had been able to cast silencing and notice-me-not charms long before you could manipulate time. At your silent command, color returns to the world and activity resumes in earnest, most notably with the gentle rush of the fountain and a cool breeze declaring the onset of Autumn. Blake especially moans with appreciation as the new sensations of wind and water run across her skin.

"Oh, soooo much better!" she exclaims. "Wouldn't you agree?"

A stiff nod is all you can manage between the maddening strokes of her feet and the boiling in your loins. She giggles playfully at your frustration and proceeds with playing with herself. Elegant fingers stroke back and forth against her winking lips, churning together her own arousal with the remnants of your seed oozing out from inside her. Every now and then, she spreads her lips invitingly to you to show how deeply you've seeded her, knowing how badly you wanted to screw her again with reckless abandon. She'd then alternate between plunging her digits into her core and rubbing insistently against her clit at irregular intervals. Time looses meaning as you let yourself fall into this erotic display.

Her face flushes with arousal and desire as she works herself ever closer to completion. What were once even and controlled breaths had now devolved into shuddering gasps and needy moans. Despite this, she continued stroking you with practiced ease, keeping you maddeningly close to climax. You needed release and yet this sultry kitten wouldn't allow it. She shouldn't even be able to hold this kind of power over you and yet she did so with complete ease. How was that possible? Why couldn't you just use your own power to shake her hold over you? It frustrated you to no end. Moreover, it seemed your plight was showing on your face as Blake focuses on you once more with a knowing smile, as if she could read your mind.

"You want to know why, don't you?" she purrs once more. "Why you can't just take back control and fuck me. It's not that hard to figure out, not for one as smart as you, but maybe you just can't think straight? Do my feet really feel that good?"

A pained, damn near pathetic moan is **** out of your mouth as she presses her toes in between your balls.

"Hold it," she teases. "Just a little longer."

"Holy fuck Blake," you manage to say.

"Soon my love. Soon," she murmurs down at you. "Just a little more...!"

Her fingers have now sped up into a blur, the lewd sounds of arousal now clearly heard over the din of the fountain. Every now and then, female juices splash up and onto your face. Your tongue instinctively flicks out to lick at the stray honey drop. So close... she was so close! Just a little more and you could finally cum!

"Well?" she asks, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her own pleasure. "Care to guess why? Go ahead, guess. And I'll let you cum."

"Gods damn it, Blake. Why?!" you say in desperation.

That was when you felt it. A pair of full, bare breasts pressing into your back and a firm hand wrapping around your quivering cock. You were so entranced, so mesmerized by Blake's incessant edging that you never noticed a third party joining you. A shiver runs up your spine as a pair of lips press themselves provocatively against your ear, followed by a familiar voice.

"It's because you want this... don't you?"