Taking The Pussy Cat For A Walk

A/N: Finally, some sexy time!

Gray leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. He had just made maneuvers with perhaps the most powerful company in the world. He had no idea where this was going to lead. Or if he was even making the right choices. It could all come crumbling down on his head. But it was done, and now he needed to get to the next thing on his list.

He took a deep breath, his mind churning. A moment later he looked back down and tapped on his scroll.

He was going to message Cinder.

Cypher: Ash. There's something I need from you.

Some moments passed by before he got a response.

Ash: Yes, Master?

Cypher: I need you to write a report on just who Salem is, how you met, what you think of her, and where she can be found. Give me any information you think will be useful to me.

Ash: Yes, Master. I’ll have it ready by morning.

Morning, huh? He supposed that was good enough.

With that done he turned his mind to the final tasks for today. Blake and Yang. With his Semblance he would be able to get the answers from them without any drama. Blake could reveal things about the White Fang he might need to know for his meeting tomorrow. And Yang might need help with whoever she was looking for. Who knows, maybe his power could bring this other person to her?

Gray left the CCT tower, his mind still running through his earlier tasks. As he walked back towards the dorms, he typed a quick message to Blake, his Semblance still active.

Gray: Hey, Blake. Where are you right now?

Blake: Cafeteria.

The timing was perfect. Gray's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in a while. He changed his course, heading towards the large cafeteria, the aroma of food wafting through the air as he approached. The cafeteria was bustling with students, some in uniform, others in casual weekend attire, their conversations filling the room. The holographic banners and posters showed various moments from the week. Gray’s fight with Jeanne showed up a couple times, but otherwise even that had died down with other events being shown.

Gray scanned the crowd, his eyes landing on the familiar faces of Blake, Yang, and Ruby seated together at a table. He made his way to the food counter, selecting a few slices of pizza, some fries, and a drink before heading over to join his teammates. As he approached, he deactivated his Semblance.

"Hey, Gray!" Yang called out, her voice cheerful. Ruby waved enthusiastically, while Blake offered a more reserved smile, but no less happy to see him.

Gray sat down with them, while feeling a sense of relief in their company after what he was doing all morning. "Hey, guys," He said, returning their greetings. "What have you all been up to?"

Yang had a satisfied grin on her face. "I hit the gym after our call with Dad," She said, feeling proud of herself. "Got a good workout in."

Ruby nodded in agreement, her hair bouncing with her enthusiasm. "I followed her and ran on the treadmill."

Blake, on the other hand, offered a softer smile. "I took a walk through a garden I found near the edge of campus, close to the forest." She said, her voice calm. "It was really peaceful."

"That sounds nice." He said. It sounded like a nice place to spend with Blake, whether as a small date, or to do “things” with her in private outdoors. "Maybe you can show me sometime."

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Blake said with a small blush. Maybe she got the idea herself.

As they talked and bantered, Gray found himself relaxing and forgetting his new responsibilities. He asked about Weiss, wondering why she wasn’t with them.

"She was still in the dorm room last we checked," Ruby said, her expression thoughtful.

Gray nodded, making a mental note to check on her later. "We should bring her some food," He suggested. His teammates agreed.

As they finished their meal, and as they collected an assortment of food for Weiss, Gray wondered when to talk to Blake. He needed to talk with her alone. So, he activated his Semblance and said to Yang and Ruby, “Could you both head back to the dorm and give Weiss the food?” He looked from Yang to Ruby. “And spend some time with her, make sure she’s doing okay.”

Yang and Ruby nodded in agreement, their expressions unquestioning as they gathered the food they had selected for Weiss. As they left the cafeteria, Gray turned to Blake. “Could you show me the way to this garden you found, Blake?”

She easily nodded. “Yeah, it’s this way.”

Gray followed her lead, walking beside her and even going so far as to hold her hand. Despite his Semblance still being up and her not reacting to it.

It still felt nice.

They walked side by side through the campus pathways. They passed the field with the arena, the soft rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of student activities providing a soothing backdrop. The sun was high in the sky, just past noon, the shadows of trees offering pockets of shade as they walked.

Blake showed him the entrance to the garden she mentioned. “It’s this place here.”

They had stopped next to an archway of a manicured hedge leading into a nice and cozy looking garden.

“Let’s walk through it.” He told her as he looked through the archway hedge. It really did look nice and cozy. He could see flower beds and pathways bordered by short hedges. And benches too.

Blake nodded and they walked in. They strolled through the quiet and peaceful space. It didn’t seem like anyone else was there. It was quiet and very private, especially down some of the paths where the hedge wall grew tall. Trees also dotted the area, providing their shade near benches along the path.

They found a bench under a particularly inviting tree, its branches stretching out like welcoming arms.

Gray sat down, patting the spot of wood next to him in invitation. Blake complied, unquestioning. She settled beside him, her eyes forward as she looked around at the flowers and greenery.

"Hey, Blake," Gray began, feeling a little bit awkward to start his line of questions. Even though he had no reason to feel that way with his Semblance still active. "I've been wanting to talk with you about your time in the White Fang, and also why you've been **** to call your parents. Any time it came up, you would get nervous and brush past the topic. Can you tell me about it?"

Blake nodded, her expression open and unguarded. His Semblance allowed her to discuss the topic without the emotional barriers that would typically arise. She opened her mouth and began speaking.

"Years ago, my father and other members of the White Fang were on a mission that went badly." She said, her gaze distant as she recalled the memories. "My father didn't make it out alive."

Oh. Gray’s heart felt heavy after hearing that. He hadn't expected the conversation to take such a dark turn. Though, he supposed that he should have, since this involved the White Fang.

Blake continued. "The event led to a new leader taking power, and things turned more violent. My dad was the original leader of the White Fang. For a time, I felt anger and a sense of **** for the humans that killed my dad. I went along with the tone shift because the loss and hurt needed it. But after seeing the hatred and resentment in Adam, my mentor after my father's ****, my sense of **** faded."

Her father was the leader? That was perhaps the largest surprise here.

She paused before speaking again.

"I saw what I could have become, and it scared me. When I was still angry and vengeful, I had an argument with my mom. I ran away and refused to talk with her. I had joined the White Fang full time and never saw her again. We haven't spoken ever since. That's why I can’t call my parents."

Gray sat in silence after she finished. This was the second parental **** he had learned about today. He reached out, stroking Blake's hair gently, the gesture somewhat empty since his Semblance was still in effect.

Still, he sat with her, stroking her hair for a short while.

Gray sat beside Blake under the shade of the tree, the soft rustle of leaves providing a gentle soundtrack to their moment. As they sat in comfortable silence, Gray's mind wondered what else he could ask that might help him understand the White Fang. He also wondered if there was anything he could do to help her with her mother. He was already making moves to bring Weiss’s mother closer to her. Could he do the same with Blake?

...and of course, Gray’s perverted mind was already thinking about other possibilities. Possibilities that he really shouldn’t be entertaining. With a sigh he began speaking.

"Blake, do you have a picture of your family?"

Blake hesitated for a moment. "I don't have a picture of my father." She said. "If the authorities saw it, they would question me, and it could put me in danger. But I do have a picture of my mom."

She pulled out her scroll, her fingers moving over the screen as she navigated to the photograph. She turned the screen to face Gray, revealing the image of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Blake, her features proud and dignified, her cat ears prominently displayed. The woman was dressed in some sort of traditional garb. He also thought he could see a tail arcing up from behind her.

Gray studied the photograph. The woman had this sort of exotic look to her. A tropical sort of appearance, bolstered by whatever that outfit was. "She's beautiful." He said. "She looks a lot like you. What’s her name?"

"Her name is Kali." She said.

Gray wondered about how he might be able to bring her to Vale. Actually, where was she currently?

“Where does she live?” He asked Blake.

“She lives on the subcontinent of Menagerie.” She told him.

Oh, he thought. No wonder she had that tropical vibe to her then. That traditional garb reminded him of the few videos he had seen of that place.

"Do you think there's a way we could bring her to Vale?" He asked, studying Blake’s pretty face.

She considered his question. "Her life in Menagerie is... complicated. After my father's ****, she became the mayor. I'm not sure if she still holds the position, but she's a respected figure in the community. So, I don’t know if she can move here."

Gray listened and pondered. Perhaps there was something he could do while at the meeting tomorrow. If there was a White Fang presence in Menagerie, which was likely, then maybe he could do something.

Gray sat on the bench, Blake’s shoulder brushing his. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling her face in shifting gold. He’d meant to keep brainstorming ways to bring Kali to Vale, but his gaze drifted to Blake’s profile, high cheekbones, the way her dark hair caught the light and her adorable bow hiding her cat ears. Pretty and sexy. The thought hit low and hard. Heat pooled in his gut despite the heavy conversation still hanging between them. He shifted, trying to ignore the tightening in his jeans, and failed.

He really shouldn’t turn this serious moment into something sexual. It did feel a little disrespectful. He really needed to get a grip.

But the more he tried, the worse it got. A small breeze brought her scent to his nose, and she filled his lungs. He scooted closer until their thighs pressed. Blake didn’t move, didn’t react since his Semblance was still active.

He turned her chin gently, studying her yellow eyes, the soft curve of her nose, the plush line of her lips. His thumb brushed her lower lip. Still no reaction. The lack of response sent a dark thrill through him. He leaned in and kissed her.

She was statue-still, lips parted just enough for breath. He licked along the seam of her mouth, slow and deliberate. She let him. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, tugged, then slid his tongue inside. She tasted amazing. He had no other words to describe it. His hand found her breast over the white fabric of her top, squeezing the firm weight. No flinch, no gasp. Just open acceptance. The power of it made his cock throb painfully against his pants.

He broke the kiss only to drag his tongue across her cheek, her jaw, then down to her throat. Her pulse beat steady under his lips. He nipped the skin just above her collar, breathing her in, hands still roaming, kneading. The garden was silent except for the rustle of leaves and his own ragged breathing.

He pulled back an inch, erection straining, and stared at her blank, beautiful face. Should he do it here? The thought should’ve been insane. It was an open garden in the middle of the day. Anyone could walk by. His Semblance would save him from notice, but the old risk still crackled under his skin like live wire. Old instincts screamed at him to not do it, while his knowledge of his Semblance whispered to do whatever he wanted.

He bit his lip in thought, then exhaled through his nose.

He gave in.

Gray wondered how to do it, and what position to do it in. They were on a bench in a garden, so they had few options. Maybe she could straddle him? Nah, the wood at her knees might be uncomfortable. Maybe she could sit in his lap while facing forward? Maybe. Should they lie down on the grass? That was another option.

Then he looked behind the bench. There was some space back there. He was about to turn his head back forward but stopped. What if he fucked her while she was bent over the back of the bench? That could work. Yeah, he liked that idea.

He looked at Blake again and said, "Hey, Blake, can you get up and go around to the back of this bench and lean over it with your hands on the backrest?"

She glanced at him and said, "Yeah, sure." She gets up from his grasp and walks around the back and gets into position.

Gray grinned as he followed and looked at her lithe body as she bent over. He then told her, "Make it more arousing. Like you’re trying to entice me to fuck you."

Blake complied and shifted her body somewhat. She arched her back and thrusted out her butt and moved her feet apart slightly. Shoulders dropped, spine curved, hips tilted. Her legs parted just enough to show the seam of her shorts riding between her cheeks. The pose was obscene.

Gray smirked a little and moved over to her, hands settling on the swell of her ass. Blake's butt was actually incredibly sexy. The shape was perfect somehow. The size was big, but not too big, if that made sense. Her hips were wide, so that meant a little more meat on the rear. He squeezed, kneading the firm muscle, thumbs tracing the perfect arc where thigh met cheek.

Gray groped and squeezed and even knelt down to feel her thighs as he pressed his face directly into her ass. He rubbed his face all along it as he squeezed and rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. The fabric of her shorts was thin, the heat of her skin bleeding through. He pressed his face into the cleft of her butt. He dragged his cheek along the curve, hands sliding up her thighs and brushing against her groin, feeling the tremor in her muscles that his Semblance wouldn’t let her voice. He nuzzled harder, lips brushing the fabric.

Then he got up and told her, “Undo your belt. Pull your shorts and panties down.”

She obeyed without complaint. Blake straightened, fingers moving to her waist. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed everything to mid-thigh in one motion. Pale skin flashed in the dappled light, hips flaring, the round globes of her ass bare and waiting.

She stood there for a while making Gray realize that he needed to command her again.

“Bend over again.” He said and she went back to bending over in that sexy way, only now her bare ass was thrust out for his pleasure. Gray reached out and felt her again. He grabbed her pale butt and caressed and kneaded her flesh. He then probed his fingers down between the cheeks and touched her pussy lips.

They were somewhat damp. His fingers slid over her lips, but he might need to get her going some more before the main event.

He remembered how amazing her pussy tasted that other time he licked her, so he knelt down again and pressed his face right in to get another taste. She didn't moan at the contact of his tongue on her sensitive area, but he did hear a sweet sigh.

His tongue dragged up her slit in one slow lick. Blake’s breath hitched, a soft, involuntary sigh that cut straight to his dick. He tasted her again, that sharp-sweet tang he remembered from the dorm, and dove in. Lips sealed over her entrance, tongue spearing inside, lapping at her walls. She flooded his mouth, hips rocking minutely despite the Semblance. He ate her like he was starving, nose buried in her heat, fingers digging into her thighs to keep her open. Every flick, every suck drew more wetness, until it dripped down his chin and her thighs trembled.

He groaned himself at the taste of her pussy juices. How she tasted this good he had no idea, but he was happy. He continued to lick and probe her pussy with his tongue, dipping inside and making her produce more of her nectar. He needed her wet for when he fucked her. He needed her soaked. Needed to slide in without resistance.

Gray licked the last of Blake’s taste from his lips and stood, the garden still quiet around them. Her bare ass jutted out, pale against the dark wood of the bench, a sight so wrong for this public place it sent another jolt straight to his cock. He glanced left, right. Still no one in sight. Just flowers and hedges.

He shoved his pants down, boxers following, and wrapped a hand around his aching length. He pumped a few slow strokes, eyes locked on her exposed pussy, slick and waiting. He stepped closer, rubbing the head along her folds, coating himself in her wetness. The heat of her made him hiss.

“Hold still,” He muttered, more to himself than her.

He pushed in slow. Blake’s breath hitched, a soft hitch that wasn’t quite a moan. Her walls gripped him tight, slick but unyielding. He worked deeper, inch by inch, savoring the drag, the way she stretched around him. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush to her ass, he groaned low and leaned over her back. Her hair smelled like vanilla and something floral; he buried his nose in it and just felt her. The clutch of her pussy, the curve of her butt against his hips, the smell of her hair. Even the sunlight on his shoulders and the sounds of birds seemed heightened.

Then he started to move.

Slow rolls at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting the friction build. The garden blurred into green and gold. He watched his cock disappear into her again and again, the sight filthy against the serene backdrop. He picked up speed, hips snapping harder, the slap of skin on skin sharp in the open air. Blake’s breathing grew ragged; soft sighs slipped out of her mouth. Gray supposed that pleasure was hard to suppress even with his Semblance’s power.

Gray gritted his teeth. He could feel an orgasm building already, but he tried to hold it off. He had four girlfriends now. And more to come. He needed to train his stamina. He shifted to long, grinding thrusts, then short, sharp ones, pacing himself like a workout. Sweat beaded on his back. The bench creaked under Blake’s grip. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight circles to match his rhythm. Her thighs trembled; another quiet sigh escaped.

The thrill was heightened by the contrast of a peaceful garden and the sex happening in a public place. The risk, or the now defunct risk, pushed him closer to the edge. But he wasn’t done enjoying this.

Gray settled into a rhythm. Steady, deep strokes that dragged along Blake’s inner walls, the slick heat pulling him in with every push. The garden’s quiet amplified the wet slap of skin on skin, the rustle of leaves overhead blending into a low, primal soundtrack. He kept one hand on her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh, the other drifting between her thighs to circle her clit whenever the pressure in his balls started to coil too tight.

Plap, plap, plap.

That was the sound that dominated his ears.

He slowed, breath ragged, thumb flicking slow, deliberate circles over her swollen nub. Blake’s hips twitched, a faint tremor running through her thighs. He waited until the edge receded, then drove back in. Harder, faster. Building the heat again. The cycle repeated: thrust, edge, slow, tease, thrust.

Gray didn’t know how much time had passed by. Sunlight still slanted through the branches, so it couldn’t have been too long. There were still no footsteps on the path. He hadn’t heard any voices. It was just them. Alone and fucking in a garden in the middle of the day.

Sweat beaded at his hairline. Blake’s breathing had turned shallow, punctuated by soft, involuntary sighs. He could feel her tightening around him in pulses, her body responding even if her mind stayed pliant under his Semblance. When his fingers pressed harder, flicking faster, her spine arched sharply. A low, broken moan finally escaped her lips. Muffled, but real. Her pussy clamped down, slick walls fluttering as she came, a rush of warmth spilling around his cock, dripping down his shaft and over his balls.

The sensation ripped a groan from his throat. He gripped her hips with both hands and pounded into her, chasing the high. The slap of his pelvis against her ass echoed louder now, wet and filthy. His vision tunneled and things blurred. Flowers, sunlight, Blake bent and trembling beneath him, all lost focus. The pressure snapped. He buried himself deep, hips flush against her and let go.

His cock pulsed hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her. He held her tight, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, riding out the spasms until the last shudder left him spent. Warmth leaked out around his base, trickling down her thighs. For a moment, the garden was nothing but their heavy breathing and the distant chirp of birds.

Gray’s chest heaved, sweat cooling on his skin as the last pulses of release faded. He stayed pressed against Blake’s back a moment longer, hands sliding over the warm curve of her lower back, fingers tracing the swell of her bare ass. The garden air felt sharper now. Sunlight, the aroma of flowers, the faint musk of sex. He pulled out slowly, the slick drag of his cock sending a final shiver through him. A thick strand of cum followed, dripping from her swollen lips onto the bunched fabric of her panties and shorts pooled at her knees. Another drop hit the grass with a soft pat. The sight of his seed marking her, spilling out in lazy rivulets, hit him with a primal satisfaction that made his spent dick twitch.

He exhaled, long and low, and stepped back. His shaft glistened with their combined fluids, half-hard and heavy. For a moment he considered whether or not to go for a round two, or just to have her clean him with her mouth. He squeezed her ass again, kneading the firm flesh, but shook his head. Training his stamina was one thing, but burning out before the day was half through was another. Plus, he had plenty of girls left on the roster.

“Hey, Blake,” He said, voice rough. “Turn around and kneel. Lick me clean.”

She straightened without hesitation, shorts and panties still tangled at her knees. Cum streaked down her inner thighs, more dripping onto the grass as she turned. Kneeling, she leaned forward.

Her amber eyes were half-lidded with an expression of enjoyment when she came close. Gray remembered in that moment that he had once commanded the girls to like the smell and taste of his cum.

Her tongue flicked out, feeling warm and wet, lapping at the underside of his shaft, gathering their mingled taste. She sucked the head between her lips, cheeks hollowing, cleaning every inch with slow, deliberate strokes. Gray’s breath caught for a moment. He stayed hard despite himself, hips giving a shallow thrust before he caught the motion.

She lapped up every inch and even licked across his balls. She caught every drop of his cum and her juices.

“Good,” He muttered, threading fingers through her hair. “That’s enough.”

She released him with a soft pop. He tucked himself away and zipped up. “Stand up. Pull your clothes back on.”

Blake rose, cum-stained panties sliding up her thighs. Her shorts following. The white shorts barely hid the mess. A damp patch bloomed at her crotch, unmistakable up close. She looked presentable for the most part, unless someone looked too hard.

Gray met her eyes. “From your perspective, we had a nice stroll, a little garden date. We kissed, got handsy, but nothing heavy. You feel satisfied. Now we’re heading back to the dorm. You’ll shower,” He looked down at her wet patch. “And figure out the laundry situation.”

There had to be some sort of laundry room in the dorm or on campus.

He let his Semblance drop. The blur at his edges vanished. His silhouette sharpening again. Blake blinked, the look of recognition and engagement filling her eyes once more.

“Shall we head back?” He asked, offering his hand.

She took it, fingers curling around his arm, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay.”

They walked out of the garden hand in hand, sunlight warm on their backs, the faint scent of sex trailing behind them like a secret.

After his rendezvous with Blake in the garden, Gray had gotten back to the dorm, saw that the girls were eating and talking while Ruby showed Weiss how to play a video game. They sat on the floor in the middle of the room with a scroll placed by the window and projecting a hologram in the air. It was showing an old-time video game that a newbie like Weiss could get easily.

Gray and Blake left them to it while Blake went and jumped in the shower. Gray sat at the desk chair and wondered what to do to kill time before he had his next chat with Yang. He came to a decision to hit the gym himself. He reminded himself that he needed the extra stamina, though not just for sex either. The future wasn’t certain, and he didn’t know if he’ll need to fight any battles. His Semblance made things pretty easy in most cases but what if he really did come across someone that could counter it? Or, what if he fought against creatures of Grimm?

So, to the gym he went.

The physical exertion was a welcome distraction from the strategic machinations of the morning. It was also a great way to kill time. A couple hours had gone by almost without him knowing. He stopped working out and hit the gym, using his Semblance, not for any sexy time, but more to avoid being seen in the showers. He wasn’t too self-conscious around other guys, but if he had the power to avoid uncomfortable scrutiny then he was damned sure to avoid uncomfortable scrutiny.

After that, Gray spent the remainder of the day in relaxation, his mind taking a moment to process the events and revelations of the morning. Now, he found himself lounging in the dorm room, the pleasant chatter of his teammates a soothing backdrop to his thoughts.

As he lay on his bed, the one he barely used, he pulled out his scroll, his fingers moving over the screen as he composed a message to Jeanne. He wasn’t sure if her team was still out or if they had returned to their dorm, but he inquired about her day.

Jeanne's response told him of her small adventure with Ren on the nature trail she had found. Jeanne also mentioned that they didn’t see any Grimm despite taking their weapons with them.

Gray also received a few messages from his criminal associates.

Roman's message was succinct. Apparently, he had hit a Dust place in the rich quarter. No significant damages were made besides a broken door and window. No one was hurt either, which Gray was happy about.

Junior's report was to tell him of his club's progress with repairs. And a mention of his group's other endeavors. Most of it went over Gray’s head though.

Adam's message was to tell him that he had compiled some files of notable agents for Cypher to look over tomorrow. Gray sent a message back asking the time and location of the meeting. With that information received, Gray moved on to the last one.

Cinder sent a short message telling him that she was still making her report on Salem. Her team was still otherwise laying low.

Gray filed all that info away and put his scroll down. Being a boss of so many people hadn’t quite overwhelmed him yet, but the thought of keeping track of so many threads was a little daunting.

Gray watched from his bed as Yang and Ruby enthusiastically taught Weiss how to play a different game now. Apparently, it was one of their favorites. The large holographic screen cast a vibrant glow across the room, the image of a warrior looking character running across an open area with creatures of Grimm lurking ahead.

Weiss, who had seemed melancholic in his chat with her that morning, was now fully engaged in the game. Her eyes sharp with a spirit to match the warrior on screen. Gray felt relief that she was simply having a lazy day and could have fun now.

Blake was laying on her own bed, a book forgotten by her side, and watched the screen as Weiss fought through a horde of Grimm.

As he observed his teammates, Gray's thoughts turned to the secrets they each held. Weiss’s cold family life and her inheritance to the most powerful Dust company, Blake’s ties to the White Fang and her practically being royalty as the daughter to the late leader, and even Ruby’s oblivious connection to an ancient order of protectors. It was all... quite ridiculous, honestly.

And then there was Yang, whose past was still a mystery to Gray. He knew that she had destroyed Junior's club looking for someone. But nothing more.

Just how did four girls with so much drama in their lives end up on the same team?

Gray shook his head as he watched them have fun playing their game. He didn’t know if he believed in destiny or fate, but there was something odd about how this all turned out. He kept watching and musing even as dinner time rolled around.

A/N: And now the idea to bring Kali to vale has been planted. Gray's Milf delivery service on the job.

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