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Since arriving at Beacon Academy with the desire to change Human-Faunus relations for the better, many things had startled and surprised Blake Belladonna more than they should have done considering she was one of the most experienced students of her year group in terms of real world experience considering misguided past with the White Fang.
Being teammates, let alone friends, with a Schnee? Check. Very surprising.
A fifteen year old for a team leader who wielded a scythe bigger than her with the ease of a toothpick? Check. Pretty surprising.
A boisterous blonde partner with no filter, a predilection for bad puns and zero ability in staying out of her business? Check. Not surprising per say, but very disappointing…even if Yang had grown on her pretty quickly despite all her annoyances from puns to puns to even more puns.
Getting caught in a love triangle with a clumsy dork and a multiple time champion of Mistral’s regional tournament circuit who could fold her like a pretzel with her eyes closed and hands tied behind her back? Yeah. That was pretty surprising too.
But this…this took the cake.
“I’m sorry.” Blake blinked slowly, staring dumbly at her nervous boyfriend and slowly lowering the book she’d just been calmly reading whilst laying next to him on his bed whilst they read in silence, her a book and him a comic. “Did you just say you’re a werewolf?”
“Y-Yes.” Jaune nodded sheepishly, scratching the back of his head nervously. If it wasn’t a nervous habit of his she would have thought he had dandruff. “Though that’s not technically really what I am.”
“This isn’t funny.” Blake said flatly, turning back to her book. “Why would you even just come out and say something like that? It’s not even Alyx Fool’s Day.”
Jaune sighed heavily before pushing himself off of his bed and taking his hoodie off. Blake startled and stared at her usually timid boyfriend with wide eyes, taken aback by his sudden assertiveness.
“I-I mean if that’s what you wanna roleplay then that’s fine!” Blake amended, hastily sliding the bookmark into
Ninja’s of Love: Shadow of the Warlord’s Katana
and setting it aside on the nearby bedside table. “A-And don’t you think it’s fast to roleplay for our first time? N-Not that I’m complaining of course!”
Blake halted her ramblings and the fingers hastily undoing the top button of her shirt stilled when a loud crack echoed through the room. She rushed towards Jaune as he hunched over, only to freeze as his muscles bulged and writhed as if they had a mind of their own, more cracks tearing through Team JNPR’s empty dorm room in a sound akin to shattering bones. His blonde locks of hair grew longer, more fluffy and more wild and began to pour out all over his skin. His clothes ripped as his body grew and Blake withheld the urge to hiss as her flight or fight instincts screamed at her to run as a towering creature stood where her boyfriend had moments earlier. The creature turned, and instead of deep blue eyes she found herself facing golden, wild eyes not too dissimilar in colour from her own.
The creature’s face was definitely canine, even if it was bipedal and looked strong enough to tank a truck to the face. The large snout opened, revealing sharp teeth that made a little whimper escape her as fear set in.
Then a pink tongue darted out as the creature panted happily, blowing warm gusts of breath into her face. Blake winced and recoiled, every inch of her DNA screaming at her to hiss at the decidedly dog-like creature before her. Suddenly she was forced onto the bed, screaming and then giggling helplessly as a wet tongue practically bathed her in saliva and tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.
“J-Jaune!” Blake grimaced, giggling haplessly. His fluffy tail was like swishing back and forth behind him like a labrador greeting its owner after being left alone all day. “D-Damn it!”
She pressed a nose against his snout, and he quickly pulled back, whining softly as her palm pressed firmly against his wet, black nose. With his puppy eyes and golden fur, he looked like a big, genetically mutated golden retriever.
“For crying out loud…” Blake sighed heavily, unsure of what to make of the situation she found herself in as too very different instincts warred inside of her. The part of her that was practically ingrained in her urged her to flee and never look back and curse the canine with every ounce of her soul. Another, newer but no less strong, which loved the blonde dork hidden behind the creature in front of her, urged her to wait and stay and figure out a way to love something that had wriggled his way into her heart and latched there because that was somehow something an innocent, sweet fool was capable of. “Turn back.”
He did, the sound of bones cracking no less disturbing the second time around. She quickly realised why he had removed his beloved hoodie as she found herself facing a red face, strong, broad shoulders, a defined, lithe torso and abs and a hell of a lot more of her boyfriend than she had seen so far into their relationship.
“S-Sorry!” Jaune blushed, grabbing a pair of boxers from his bedside drawers and hastily pulling them on, giving her a nice view of his pinchable ass and swinging, pendulum-like balls between his legs before being covered up by baby blue boxers. She hide her disappointment well. “I-I haven’t told anyone before but my sister said it took showing her girlfriend what we can do to make her believe her.”
“Right.” Blake nodded, being reminded of why her boyfriend had been naked and feeling a headache coming along. “Right. So…you’re a werewolf? Wait…it’s not a full moon!”
“Y-Yeah.” Jaune grinned sheepishly, shrugging on some loose fitting sweatpants that fit him annoyingly well. “W-We’re,,,it's less werewolves and just lycanthropes? It’s a little hard to explain.”
“Get to work then.” Blake frowned, and not just because he pulled his hoodie back on and concealed his cheese grater abs from eyesight. “You’ve shown me, you can take responsibility.”
“It’s…a genetic thing? Or a curse thing?” Jaune shrugged. “We don’t really know. My family that is. We just know we can turn into wolves. Well, things that are mostly like wolves. We don’t always have control over the change, but that can be do to strong emotions or alcohol affecting our control. The moon…it doesn’t change use per say but it
does
have an effect on us. That…That’s why I decided to show you.”
“What’s wrong?” Blake frowned, worried at the shame and disquiet clear on Jaune’s features.
“I…Do you know what a supermoon is?” Blake nodded in response. “In a week there’s going to be one. During…When it happens it…we…well…you know how animals…you know?”
“Not really.” Blake drawled, making Jaune smile nervously. “Jaune you’re starting to worry me…”
“H-Heat.” He blurted out, eyes squeezed shut. Blake blinked, taken aback as he slumped and his head fell to face the floor. “E-Estrus. R-Rut. It…the pull of the moon forces us…lycanthropes to…well…we get…you know. H-Horny. R-Really horny. It…It isn’t easy and it’s not…not controllable. It’s one of the few times we go feral.”
“Feral?” She asked, tensing slightly. That brought to mind images of snapping jaws, flashing claws and torn flesh.
“W-We don’t have control.” Jaune sighed. “L-Less control than we usually do anyway. With a super moon…we…we have to. It’s hard to explain but…the reason is I want you to keep watch.”
“What?” Blake blinked. That wasn’t what she thought her boyfriend wanted considering he would be dealing with uncontrollable lust and she was his girlfriend. For all intents and purposes, his words, his nervousness…wasn’t he asking her to help him with his heat?
“I-I found an empty dorm I’ll lock myself inside.” Jaune explained, slowly looking up to meet her gaze and looking like he was about to ask her to sell her soul to him. “I want you to make sure no-one enters and I don’t escape. We…when we go into heat then…it’s not like…we don’t wait for a yes before we just…you know. I…I don’t want to hurt anyone. Let alone you.”
Blake stared at him blankly for several moments. Then she pushed herself up from his bed and wrapped her arms over his shoulders.
“What if I want you to?” Blake asked, and his eyes widened, cheeks flushing red.
“H-Huh?!” He gasped, and she cocked her head at him.
“I love you Jaune.” She shrugged, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. In a weird way…it was too. “I…I would like to take things further with you.”
“Y-You…” Jaune shook his head, eyes turning firm. “You don’t have to. I’m not telling you to guilt trip you. I’m telling you so you understand why I don’t want you to unlock that door.”
“I know.” Blake said, and he seemed stunned. She compounded that by kissing his lips in a chaste but firm manner. “I want to though. Don’t make me beg Jaune. I thought you were a better boyfriend than that.”
She should have felt guilty as she intentionally pouted, taking advantage of his eagerness to please her in order to make sure she was happy in order to make him say yes. He folded faster than a house of cards, even then the reluctance was clear in his eyes.
Even if he was some mangy mongrel canine, he was still her boyfriend and she trusted him implicitly. She didn’t mind helping him in a time of need, even if she was still in shock over just what he had revealed to her.
And if the whole ‘heat’ issue had been a key part of many of her more mature novels…then who was he to deny a fantasy of his girlfriend’s? Especially since it was usually the Faunus going into heat in said books…it would be nice to turn the tables around for once.
Blake hadn’t slept. Her boyfriend was slumbering behind her, whereas Blake was closer and closer to waking him with a bucket of ice.
Tonight was the night…or it was supposed to be. Throughout the day she had been watching him carefully to see if his heat had any impact on his general health, with the only signs of him being a little off being that of his skin being a bit more pale than usual and his stammering nerves. When their teams connected the dots of the two of them finding alternate accommodation for just the two of them, they put it down to first time jitters and Blake couldn’t help if the conversation they had a week ago was little more than a weird fever dream..
Blake huffed quietly and turned, staring at Jaune, who was whimpering slightly. She didn’t know if it would help his nightmare to wake him, so she just sighed and turned back over, finally shutting her eyes and giving up on any thought of them finally moving on from heavy petting.
After a few minutes, just as she was on the verge of slipping off into sleep, Jaune started sniffing. He sniffed loudly, insistently, and then he growled as he caught the scent of something. Her eyes blinked open and she rolled over, eyes widening when golden eyes met hers instead of cerulean blue. The rest of him remained the same, though the look on his face was positively feral in a way it was hard to imagine seeing on Jaune’s face apart from the fact she was seeing it now.
Blake yelped as he snarled and pounced on top of her in whirlwind of flailing limbs and twisting sheets. His golden eyes bore into her own, pupils wide and almost all consuming. The lust was clear in them, making her tremble slightly, and she felt a large, throbbing hardness against her stomach.
Jaune growled almost smugly as she glanced down at the frankly alarming bulge tenting inside his loose fitting shorts. His hands dug into the bed sheets on either side of her head, making him seem all the more larger and intimidating.
Despite that she did not feel scared. She knew, deep down, it was still Jaune in front of her. That was why she was not scared when she cupped his cheek and caressed it softly with her thumb, his eyes fluttering shut and a pleased sound rumbling out of him.
“L-Let me take care of you.” Blake said, feeling her cheeks heat up. His eyes opened and he stared at her quietly with his wild yellow eyes, lust less prevalent but no less present. “I love you.”
Jaune made a keening sound that morphed into a lustful growl. Blake licked her dry lips as his eyes zoned in on and fixated on her chest, rising and falling as she breathlessly exhaled and inhaled, her yukata ruffled by their brief kerfuffle and revealing a tasteful amount of cleavage he seemed mesmerised by.
“If you are a boob guy you should have dated Yang.” Blake teased, and he growled again before leaning down suddenly and biting her neck so hard her Aura flared. She gasped in surprise and found her arms suddenly pinned by him as he took advantage of her surprise. “J-Jaune!”
Jaune rumbled as his teeth dug against her skin, and she knew for certain there would be a hickey there come the morning. His eyes were baleful and demanding all at once as he stared at her, and she quickly realised he wanted something from her.
Blake swallowed nervously and parted her yukata, revealing her lithe, toned form and plump breasts. His eyes darted to her chest, and before she could register the movement he had slunk down and caught a pink, perky nipple between his teeth.
“ J-Jaune !” Blake exclaimed, a moaning ripping out of her throat as his teeth dug into her sensitive nipple with just enough pressure to make her squirm but not enough to actually make her feel pain. She was surprised he had the ability to hold back, to know just how much he needed to bite down to please rather than hurt her, especially after his somewhat feral display with her neck. “Y-Yes!”
Her words encouraged him. His face nuzzled her against her chest, eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of her perky breasts smushing against his face. She would have giggled at the amusing sight if not for his tongue teasing her nipples, swirling around them as they hardened with arousal and brushed against his teeth.
Jaune growled again, eyes opening and meeting her own. He suckled at her suddenly, and she felt his pleased growl rumble through her chest as her eyes fluttered shut and she threw her head back against the pillows.
He pulled away, and Blake couldn't help but whine as he did so, missing the pleasure his lips and tongue and teeth had brought her. She tried reaching for his head to pull him back down into her bosom, only for his iron grip around her wrists mean she did little else but alert him to the fact she'd tried to move.
Jaune snarled suddenly, and the action taking her aback and making her eye feel fear joke through her. His teeth sank into her neck again, this time a different spot, and he glared at her so fiercely it felt like she was with someone else, someone not Jaune, and it was that thought that brought reality crashing down around her.
This wasn't a game. This wasn't roleplay and there wasn't a safe word. This was not the goofy boyfriend who stole her heart and was merely a hormonal monster wearing his skin. The realisation made her feel icky, tainted even. This was supposed to be their first time, but Jaune wasn't present. He wasn't in his right mind and she might as well have been funking a stranger.
“J-Jaune…” Blake whimpered, only party out of pain and fear and almost entirely due to her realisation. “T-This…it hurts.”
Jaune growled, eyes demanding. She closed her eyes, trying to think. Nothing came to mind. Nothing except…
She tilted her head away from him, exposing more of her vulnerable neck to him. Jaune rumbled contentedly and unlatched his teeth from her neck. He hovered over her, growling a warning at her, before he licked the mottled mark where he had bitten her a few times, making her giggle inadvertently as his tongue tickled her sensitive neck and the lain from the forceful bite lessened slightly.
He wasn't in his right mind, he wanted to fuck her and he wanted her submission. It irked her to just be a doormat, but she would rather not test his limits, especially since Jaune made it abundantly clear he wasn't going to be able to stop himself even if she changed her mind halfway through because of his heat.
He pulled away and she tentatively stared up at him. He stared back for several moments and before she thought to look away out of fear of angering him he leaned down and kicked the tip of her nose gently. She giggled again, the softness in his eyes in that brief second fading and replaced by lust once more.
Content in her submission to him, he removed his hands from her wrists and shifted back so he was on his knees before her. Blake swallowed dryly as his hands settled on her waist before he flipped her over suddenly, making her squeal in surprise. He made an odd half-laugh, half-rumble as he shoved her yukata above her waist, making Blake squeak as she was all too aware of the fact her lower half was completely bare to him and his roving gaze.
Blake felt her throat turn dry with nervousness and anticipation as his eyes practically burned a hole into her as they took in the sight of her. She had made sure to shave the night before, leaving her utterly exposed to him. He sniffed loudly, and Blake yelped as she felt something prod against her slit. It took her a moment to realise his nose, and she felt a mixture of mortification and embarrassment to realise he was sniffing her cunt.
“W-What are you uuuuu?!” Blake squawked, trailing off into a moan when his tongue suddenly licked her lower lips. He rumbled appreciatively, and any hope she had of him performing cunnilingus were dashed when he pulled away from her. She heard and growl and froze when she heard the sound of tearing fabric. Not in his right mind or not, there would be hell to pay if he ruined her yukata.
The mystery was solved quickly when something thick and blunt pressed against her slit. Blake gasped suddenly as she realised what it meant and what was about to finally happen. Jaune's hands were like a vice on her waist and she gasped as he entered her in one smooth thrust. It was not as gentle as she believed Jaune would have took her, or at least preferred to, but it was not as hard and cruel as it could have been considering he was supposed to be a lustful monster.
He was thick and big and good lord did it make her tremble. He felt like a goddamn battering ram. He filled her fully, wholly, and she moaned as a wave of electric pleasure jostled through her. If she had not already been aroused, she doubted the experience would be as fun as it was so far.
Jaune huffed, face burrowing into the back of her neck. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling against her, before he pulled back before thrusting his hips forward. Blake gasped as another jolt of pleasure tore through her, followed by another and another as he swiftly picked up the pace until he was ramming into her with the force of a freight train and speed of a bullet. There was no care or love in his actions, only an all consuming need and lust that meant he thrusted inside her roughly and made her gasp and moan in pleasure.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, slowly building up into a crescendo that ended with him howling as he filled her with his seed. Blake’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she came around his cock, milking him as he spurted warm jets of cum inside of her that felt more like a torrential deluge than an ordinary orgasm. She felt the warmth of his seed settle inside her womb, making her feel even more full than she already was, and she matched his howl with one of her own.
He slumped against her, breathing heavily. His cock throbbed and remained hard inside her, and Blake whimpered as he started to withdraw only to thrust back into her, quickly going back to work pounding her from behind.
She was starting to feel she should have listened to his warnings.
Jaune groaned and blearily opened his eyes, a yawn unwittingly escaping him. He felt an odd mixture of exhaustion and the feeling of resting well, and above all else he felt empty and sated. His eyes widened mid yawn as he realised why. Why he felt relaxed and sated. Why he felt sticky and exposed down below.
He pushed himself up and looked for Blake, finding her slumbering next to him. He would have described her as looking peaceful if it wasn’t for the fact she looked like she had endured some horrific abuse. Her hair was a mess, plastered over her face and pillow and curling in different directions. Her neck was littered in mottled bruises that could have been called hickey’s if not for the fact they looked like someone had tried gnawing the very flesh out. Her cheeks were flushed and stained by tear tracks, her lips puffy and swollen and her pillow ripped in places like someone had torn it apart with their teeth. Her yukata was hiked above her waist and he felt a mixture of embarrassment, shame and a dim, shameful arousal as he saw her exposed lower half. Hand prints marked her shapely waist and behind, which was a faint red he tried his best not to think about too much. She was slumped with her upper half laying down whereas her lower half was propped up by her knees, arching her back and jutting out her ass. Her thighs were stained with what looked like a fountain of his cum and other sticky fluids which pooled and stained the bed sheets.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no blood, either between her legs, on the bedsheets or anywhere else on her body. He did not trust himself enough to have had the control to not cause any damage, and he made a silent prayer praising Aura.
“I-I’m so s-sorry B-Blake.” He whispered tearily, staying quiet to not disturb her. He gently reached out and rolled her over so that she rested peacefully on her side in a more comfortable position, held against him as she mumbled cutely. He knew that when she woke up she would be furious, so he decided to enjoy the last moments of his relationship with her and held her close, watching her slumber and hoping she did not wake up too soon.
“So…”
“Don’t.” Jaune sighed. “Please don’t.”
Their friends stared at them with a mixture of mortification, embarrassment and morbid curiosity. Blake was perched on his lap, eyes closed and nuzzling his neck, purring happily. They could blatantly see the fierce marks on her neck she stubbornly refused to heal with Aura and whenever she deigned to respond to them she merely looked at them like a cat that caught the canary and made a completely unsubtle remark about what had happened last night, the size of his “longsword”, his bedroom ability, her enjoyment or anything else related to the night prior he would rather she not share. At least she hadn’t exposed his secret.
“I’m dating a monster.” Jaune sighed, the realisation heavy. She was a far more terrifying monster than his lycanthrope side, and his pelvis whimpered loud enough that Ren shot him a look of sympathy as her eyes opened. What normally would have made him flustered made him tremble with fear, as lidded amber eyes stared up at him and she leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“I can’t wait for the next supermoon~”