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As an outsider, living with a pack of werewolves was an interesting experience for Blake. As a faunus, Blake was aware of what it was like to be able to change forms and let go of your humanity and follow your natural animalistic instincts. That was one thing they had in common, but there were many differences Blake had discovered between werewolves and faunus. While it was true faunus enjoyed sticking to their own kind, it was nothing compared to being a part of a pack. The pack was considered your family, and the bond of a pack was considered sacred and eternal. There were certain rules-as Yang called them-to follow; Things you just knew rather than learned. Some of it, Blake honestly could not understand. Werewolf etiquette was unique, in which she wasn’t completely sure they even had any actual etiquette.
Nonetheless, despite any discrepancies or challenges, Blake genuinely enjoyed being a part of the Branwen pack. Somehow, they had become her new family. What was originally supposed to be temporary was now a home where she felt she belonged with friends she loved and cared for. In only a few short months, Blake now could not imagine what her life would be like without them in her life.
Blake also felt she owed Yang her life and to a greater extent her mother: Raven, the Branwen pack’s leader for allowing her to stay while her injuries healed. She could have been tossed aside and left to fend for herself, yet Yang kindly took care of her and while Raven had her reservations at first, she reluctantly allowed Blake to stay until she was fully healed. Now here she was a handful of months later now a welcomed honorary member of the Branwen Pack.
And honored Blake was. From what she understood Raven was heavily distrustful of outsiders and fiercely protective of her pack. So, Blake would have totally understood if Raven kicked her out as soon as she'd found out she'd been unknowingly sleeping in her daughter's bed for several weeks. Yang had stood up for her, despite not knowing a thing about her. Yang had stuck her neck out for a practical stranger, challenged her mother, her alpha and Blake would always be grateful.
According to Yang though, she wasn't the first stray their pack had picked up. Despite Raven's apparent disdain for outsiders and other inhumans, she had a hard time saying "no" to the lost. Which led the pack of werewolves to have quite a few adopted honorary packmates. A few—like herself weren't even werewolves.
They were quite the odd little family, one Blake was more than happy to call hers. Even if it was unconventional at times and came with its own unique brand of problems…
Which led Blake to her current predicament—
"Weiss, do you know why Yang's been acting strange lately?" Blake asks her white haired friend and fellow adopted stray.
Weiss was a mage; also commonly known as an elementalist. While Dust existed on Remnant and allowed humans and inhumans alike to use and wield the elements; mages could control them naturally without the use of Dust. Mages while they could use all the elements, usually they only specialized in one specific element. Weiss' specialized in ice.
Weiss looked up from her book and raised a pale eyebrow at Blake. "When isn't Yang acting strange? You're going to have to be a bit more specific."
Blake huffed and fidgeted slightly, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her pants. "She's been…" Blake trailed off, trying to find the words to explain Yang's odd behavior as of late. "I think she's been trying to avoid me?"
Weiss marks her page in her book with her fancy bookmark (a gift from Ruby) and sets it aside, giving Blake her full attention now that she had piqued her curiosity. "What makes you think that?" She asks and Blake cringes slightly, unsure how to express her concern without sounding needy .
"M-Maybe I'm just paranoid," She tries to back pedal a bit. "—but, it feels like she's making up excuses to not be around me." Blake sighs, her ears drooping slightly. "During the day she says she's busy with tasks Raven gives her, with training or hunting. Then at night she's on patrolling duties." She explains, sighing dejectedly. "I feel like I've barely seen her these past couple days." Blake's ears droop farther, saddened. She missed her girlfriend and she couldn't understand why Yang would be avoiding her.
Blake understood their relationship was still new. They've only been dating for a handful of months on top of the few additional months they've known each other for. They were still navigating this new thing between them, learning each other and one anothers boundaries and their own as well. She'd thought they had been communicating well, but now she wasn't so sure. Why was Yang suddenly pulling away from her? She understood if Yang maybe needed some space but she wished Yang would at least tell her instead of avoiding her. She was additionally worried Yang wasn't taking care of herself, the few glimpses she'd gotten of the blonde she looked exhausted and on edge. Yang hadn't even been to their room to sleep, where was she resting if she was resting at all? Blake had so many questions and her anxiety was running wild with the possibilities and the what ifs.
She's broken from her spiraling by the sound of Weiss' curious hum. "Have you tried asking Yang? Or talking to her?"
Blake lets out a frustrated sigh. "I haven't had a chance to!" She throws her hands up in defeat. She hasn't had more than a minute or two with Yang before she is off again to do whatever excuse she gives Blake before she has the chance to ask her what's going on with you? Why are you avoiding me?
Wetting her lips, Weiss gives another hum, more contemplative this time. "I'm not for certain, but I may have a guess as to what's going on…." She trails off and Blake wonders if she's just imagining the pink tint of color blooming across Weiss' cheeks.
Blake's ears perk at that and she sits up a bit straighter. "Yeah? What is it?" Blake leans forward, closer to her friend eager to know what Weiss knew that she didn't. If Weiss wouldn't fess up Blake may resort to going to the one person closer to Yang than herself or Weiss: Ruby.
Weiss gives a curt nod and her lips press into a thin line. "Like I said, I'm not for certain… And It is perhaps not my place to say but you should really try to talk to Yang, given the chance."
The disappointment must be visible on Blake's face because Weiss in a rare, uncharacteristically warm gesture, rests her hand assuringly over Blake's. "For now I wouldn't fret over it too much, Yang cares about you a lot. She will confide in you when she is ready."
Blake releases a heavy, resigned sigh. "Yeah, okay." Weiss may not be willing to tell her but there was still Ruby.
——
"Ruby!" Blake calls to the younger wolf, spotting her sparring with Pyrrha out in the training grounds. A few other familiar wolves were out training in the clearing as well, some Blake could name and others she could not. She paid them no mind though as she was here only to speak with Ruby despite some of their stares. I've been here for months. You'd think they would all be used to me hanging around by now.
The russet colored wolf, much smaller in stature than her sparring partner whipped her head towards the sound of her name. Her black tipped ears perked forward and her bushy tail wagged upon seeing Blake. Turning back to Pyrrha the two seemed to exchange a few silent words before the younger wolf was bounding towards Blake.
Blake stiffened, bracing herself for impact.
"Oof!" Blake grunted as Ruby’s larger form crashed into her. The force is enough to knock her off balance completely and her world temporarily tilts as she lands flat on her back staring up at the sky with Ruby hovering over her.
Despite Ruby's smaller size compared to some of the others in the pack she was still quite large and heavy. Ruby's tail swished faster behind her as she greeted Blake enthusiastically, licking at her face, much to Blake's dismay. "Pfft, okay! Okay! I'm happy to see you too!" She said as she turned her head this way and that, trying to avoid Ruby's tongue from licking her face or worse directly into her mouth as she spoke.
Ruby ceased her assault and the sound of bones breaking and realigning themselves drew Blake's eyes back to Ruby. Where a large wolf once was was now just a young woman sitting atop her, very much naked. While Blake was, at this point, used to seeing naked people walking around like she lived in some nudist colony; she couldn't say she was used to Ruby's lack of personal space while naked .
"Ruby, get off me." Blake maintained eye contact with the silver eyed girl who seemed confused for a moment before realizing the reason behind Blake's discomfort.
"Oh! Sorry." She apologized and was quick to get up and give Blake space. Standing Blake brushed herself off and kept her gaze from wandering below Ruby's shoulders. "So, what brings you out here, Blake? Did you wanna train with us?" Ever eager, the younger girl seemed enthusiastic and excited at the idea of Blake joining them for a bit of sparring. To Blake it sounded like a bad idea. It wasn't like her shifted form was very large and getting trampled by a bunch of wolves didn't sound appealing.
"No, I just came to ask if you've seen Yang."
Ruby tilted her head in thought. "Not recently. I believe she went out with Raven a couple hours ago." She then nodded as if confirming and agreeing with herself. "I figured she would have told you. Is something wrong?" Her dark brows furrowed with concern and Blake gave the younger girl a forced smile, she was rather intuitive when she wanted to be.
Sighing Blake shifted her weight, scuffing her foot in the dirt slightly. "Well… I was hoping you could tell me… Have you noticed Yang acting… strange lately?" She crosses her arm over her torso to hold her arm, an unconscious habit when she was feeling vulnerable.
Ruby tilts her head and hums. "Nope." She squeaks out after a moment of contemplation. "Can't say I have."
Pyrrha trotted over to join them in that moment and changed back into her human form, modestly folding her arms across her chest to cover herself. Blake knew it was more for her comfort than Pyrrha's own. "Did something happen?" Pyrrha asked curiously, red brows drawn in concern as well.
Blake heaved a heavy sigh. "That's the thing… I'm not sure. I feel like she's been avoiding me." Blake looks away and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Was she overthinking things? Was Yang really not acting strange and was simply just busy?
The two women in front of her share a look that Blake can decipher. The two seem to have a silent conversation and anxiety gnaws at Blake's stomach.
"Has she said anything to you?" Pyrrha questions and Blake isn't sure what she's really asking.
"No…? I've barely seen her in the past couple days." Blake sees Ruby touch her finger tips together like she's counting and Blake's brows furrow. "You two know something you're not telling me." She accuses, eyes narrowing at the two.
Ruby shuffles her feet awkwardly and Pyrrha fiddles with her hair. "It might be nothing. But it isn't any of our business. You should perhaps speak with Yang when you get the chance." Pyrrha answers carefully and Blake wants to cry in frustration. Why couldn't anyone just give her a straight answer?
Pyrrha steps forward, still keeping a respectable distance she places a placading hand on Blake's shoulder. "Talk to her. It wouldn't be right for us to talk behind her back when we don't know the situation. Whatever may be wrong only she can tell you. Communication can be hard but it's crucial for a relationship." Pyrrha's soft words and kind smile is enough to ease Blake's frustration. She was right and she knew it. She also knew Pyrrha spoke from personal experience. Her gaze drops to the large crescent shaped scar on her neck, still freshly pink.
The only way she was going to figure out what was wrong was by confronting Yang and talking to her. "Right." Blake sighed and gave the redhead a small smile. "Thank you."
Blake knew what she had to do.
——
Throughout the rest of the day and into the evening she tried to catch Yang to get a moment to talk but the blonde was surprisingly elusive when she wanted to be. Blake would be impressed if she wasn’t so depressed about the situation.
Blake did finally manage to corner Yang the next morning, catching her after sneaking back inside their bedroom. The blonde was fresh out of the shower, tank top and boy shorts thrown on with her hair still wet, tumbling down in waves along her back. Her lilac eyes widened in alarm when she nearly ran into Blake standing just outside the bathroom door.
"B-Blake! Brothers, you scared the shit out of me. Why aren't you asleep?" Worry crossed her features for a moment but Blake could still see the panic behind the concern. Yang fidgeted in place, eyes darting around as if looking for the nearest escape route. Blake felt a pang in her chest, feeling her fears were being confirmed. Yang really has been avoiding her.
Blake's ears fold down as she curls in on herself. She had wanted to confront Yang and talk to her like Weiss and Ruby suggested but seeing Yang look so uncomfortable just being in Blake's vicinity had her hesitating. Yang obviously didn't want to be around her, why push it and possibly make the blonde upset with her?
"Blake?" Yang's voice so soft and filled with concern halted Blake's spiraling thoughts. "Is everything okay?" She asks, reaching out towards her but stops herself short of actually touching Blake. Her hand retreats back to her side and Blake wants to stop her, pull her closer. Why? Why didn't she want to touch Blake or even be around her?
"Did I… do something wrong?" She eventually asks, ears flattening against her hair. She hated how she sounded, so timid and uncertain with anxiety swirling through her nerves. She hated feeling this way, needy, unwanted and useless.
Yang's brows furrow with confusion. "Did you…? What makes you think that?"
Blake feels nauseated and swallows the taste of bile in the back of her throat. "Why have you been avoiding me?" She asks outright and Yang's reaction all but confirms her suspicion.
Yang's eyes widen before glancing away guiltily, her hands at her sides ball into fist. "Gods, no, Blake you didn't do anything wrong, I—" She cuts herself off and blows a long breath out and raises a hand to rub at her face. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you feel like you did something wrong…"
The fact Yang doesn't deny that she's been avoiding her hurts more than she expected. She swallows the lump in her throat. "Then why?" Blake hates that her voice sounds so small. Hates how her vision starts to swim with unshed tears. Hates the cold burn of anxiety thrumming through her veins.
Yang mutters something so quietly under her breath even Blake’s sensitive hearing can't make out the words. "Yang, please… Just tell me." Blake steps closer, desperate to feel the blonde close to her, wanting her to reach out to touch her, to comfort her.
Yang tilts her head back, looking up at the ceiling unable to meet Blake's eyes, cheeks flushed red. “I’m in rut.” She breathes out louder, almost ashamed. Her cheeks darken, blushing in her embarrassment all the way down her neck and even to the tip of her ears. Blake can't help but think how cute she is when she's flustered and how her flushed skin makes her freckles stand out more. Beautiful.
Blinking slowly, it takes a few seconds for the words to sink in and suddenly Yang’s odd behavior made perfect sense. Why she had done her best to avoid Blake at all cost. “Oh…” She mumbles, silence stretching between them until she lets out a soft laugh, relief washing over her. She didn’t do anything wrong after all. Yang was just desperately horny and was having a hard time controlling her own animalistic urges. Blake laughs more, almost hysterically much to Yang’s dismay.
“W-Why are you laughing? It’s not funny, this is torture Blake.” Yang whines with an adorable little pout.
Blake covers her mouth with one hand and waves the other. “S-Sorry.” She stutters out between laughs, trying to calm herself down. “I’m just relieved…” Blake smiles and reaches out to Yang, her fingers brushing delicately against Yang's forearm. The contact makes Yang’s breath hitch and oh Blake loves that reaction. It makes her wonder what other reactions she can drag out of her girlfriend if she can steal her breath away from the slightest of touches.
“I didn’t mean to upset you or make you think I was avoiding you because of something you did…” Yang runs her fingers through her hair and rubs the back of her neck, sheepish. “I should have told you, I’m sorry… I just thought, well, ya know, it’d be easier…” Yang mumbled, her cheeks somehow darkening further to a rich shade of crimson that rivaled Ruby's favorite cloak.
Blake smiles softly, sliding her hand down to slip into Yang’s. She doesn't miss the way goosebumps raise along her forearm in her fingers' wake. She laces their fingers together and squeezes her girlfriend's hand in reassurance. “It's okay, I understand now. Of course, I do wish you’d just told me from the start.” Blake leans up to kiss Yang’s cheek. “I’ve missed you.” She whispers shyly, a light blush warming her cheeks. Yang's body stiffens and after a moment's hesitation she tensely wraps her arms around Blake and draws her into an embrace.
The tension melts from Yang as Blake returns the embrace, arms tucked under Yang's and clinging to the back of her tank. “I’ve missed you too.” Yang mumbles, drawing Blake in just a bit closer and lets out a shuddering breath. “I’m just worried about being able to… control myself around you.” Yang admits and leans away from Blake, brows knit together with concern.
Looking Yang over, Blake can see the evidence of arousal. The permanent flush of her skin, the black of her pupils swallowing dark lilac. Yang’s throat bobs and her lips part slightly, breathing in through her mouth, avoiding breathing in Blake’s scent. This is the first time Yang’s been in rut since they’ve been together. They haven’t been officially together as a couple for a relatively long time. Still new enough that they haven’t actually had sex yet. So Blake can understand Yang's concern.They’ve definitely had a number of heated makeout sessions and done plenty of other stuff but…
Blake licks her lips, Yang catches the movement and her throat bobs again. “I trust you.” Blake says and Yang bites her lip.
“Don’t say that.” Yang husks, tipping her head forward to rest their foreheads together. “If you say things like that, it’ll make me want you more.”
A smirk plays on Blake’s lips, despite the blush that spreads across her cheek at Yang’s words. “I’m not afraid of you, Yang. I know you won’t hurt me.” Blake whispers and Yang lets out a low whine, pleading. She was fighting a losing battle.
“ I’m scared, though. I don’t know that I won’t hurt you accidentally.” She pouts that adorable pout that Blake loves so much. Blake wants to kiss that pout off her face and sink her teeth into her bottom lip.
“Trust me, then.” Blake says, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the corner of the blonde’s lips. Yang makes a noise half between a groan and a whine that has Blake biting back a smirk.
Yang tilts her head and leans into Blake, chasing her lips. “You’re so unfair, you know that?” She lets out a shaky breath and nudges the side of Blake’s head with her own. “I don’t want our first time to be when I’m in rut… I can’t think straight.”
Blake can’t help but smirk. “Implying you think straight normally?” Yang gives a snort and nudges Blake again, who only giggles in response. “What?”
“You know what I mean, Blake. Like… my brain is all foggy and the only thing I can think about is how badly I want to fuck you right now.” Yang’s tone drops, growling a little at the end and a shiver of thrill runs up Blake’s spine. Oh, now Yang was the one being unfair here.
She might be playing with fire, but Blake’s never been afraid to get burned. “Tell me. What do you want to do to me.” Blake whispers and Yang sucks in a sharp breath and lets it out as a barely contained groan.
“Blake.” Yang warns, her hands settling to her hips, fingers digging in slightly.
The firm grasp at her hips should scare her. The possessiveness of her touch should have her running. And perhaps once upon a time such a sharp touch would have had Blake flinching away. Now, it only excites her. The heat low in her belly spreads, making her breath catch in her throat. She steps impossibly closer to Yang, feeling the heat radiating off her body. She feels Yang tense as Blake’s lips brush along her jawline up to her ear. "Would you have me sprawled out on my back under you or on my hands and knees for you?" Her breath is hot against Yang's feverish skin and something inside her suddenly snaps .
(Literally and figuratively)
A low, rumbling growl rips itself free from Yang's chest as her body changes. Her skin tears and stretches as bones break and snap into place. Gold and black fur sprouts from tanned skin, fingernails thicken and grow out to dark claws.
Blake has always thought the process of the change looked and sounded painful. Yang had told her once it didn't hurt, not really. The first change was usually the most painful she said and after that you become numb or desensitized to the shift. It was morbidly fascinating in a way, how physical the shift was compared to Blake's own. Her change was more magical in the sense that one moment she's her in her human form and the next she's a cat. The transformation from human to wolf happened nearly as fast, if you were to blink you'd almost miss the way muscles rippled under skin before fur exploded out in its place and bones completely realigned themselves.
Blake doesn't blink, she watches the full transition happen in a matter of seconds. Where a beautiful blonde woman once stood in front of her now stands a hulking bipedal wolf. Where Yang was a good few inches taller than Blake normally in this form she stood at least two whole feet taller. Blake should feel fear staring up at Yang's massive form, red rings barely there staring down at her like she's her next meal. But no, Blake has seen Yang like this before, knows the beast before her is nothing more than a giant puppy.
Blake smirks, reaches up to cup large fluffy cheeks in her hands. Yang's eyes close as she relishes in Blake's touch, leaning into one hand and nuzzling against it. Blake's heart warms at the affectionate gesture. It's almost a soothing balm to any lingering anxieties or reservations she may have had, knowing Yang is still in control. At least for now. How long will that last until the beast within comes out as instinct takes over? Blake can't wait to find out.
"Yang." She calls and the acknowledging growl that rumbles in her chest has Blake's insides shudder. Brothers, she was ridiculously turned on and they hadn't even done anything yet. She briefly wonders if perhaps she's going into season as well. She draws Yang's muzzle closer and presses her lips to the side of her. "Make me yours." She breathes out, curling her fingers into the thick fur along her neck.
A low, whine leaves her maw and she nuzzles into the side of Blake's head and huffs softly. She's barely holding herself back, Blake can tell by the tension in strong muscles under thick fur. She draws back and makes Yang look at her, holding eye contact. "I trust you." She assures, letting Yang know she wasn't afraid and was sure about this. "I want you, Yang, all of you." She presses a kiss to the end of her nose and Yang closes her eyes and lets out a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan. Her hands (paws?) come to rest at her waist and the contact alone sends another thrilling shiver shooting down Blake's spine.
Yang's paws, more humanoid than wolf, are so large they encircle her waist completely, her long clawed fingers overlapping each other against her lower back. It shouldn't turn her on as much as it does. She's suddenly lifted up effortlessly and carried over towards Yang's bed. Blake briefly considers the possibility of their activities breaking said bed but that was a problem for their future selves.
She's dumped unceremoniously onto plush sheets and the mattress dips with Yang's weight as she crawls up onto the bed with Blake, hovering over her. Her crimson gaze rovers over Blake's body, taking her in as if she were already unclothed. The unbridled want in her hungry gaze sends a fresh wave of wetness between Blake's legs. Her long tongue sweeps out to lick her lips once before she lowers herself, though there remains a significant distance between their bodies. Blake pulls at the fur her fingers are still fisted in, urging her girlfriend closer, wanting to feel her weight against her..
Yang acquiesces to Blake's silent request, lowering herself down more until her large form completely blankets over her girlfriend. Blake sighs blissfully at the welcomed weight and warmth of Yang's body pressed against hers. She wishes her clothes would evaporate so she can feel Yang's soft fur against her bare skin.
Yang shifts to tuck her nose into the crook of Blake's neck and inhales deeply, taking in the faunus' scent. She exhales a groan, hot and wet against Blake's neck. Blake tilts her head automatically, allowing Yang better access, baring her throat to her mate. Yang eagerly presses her nose deeper in, scenting Blake thoroughly before her tongue eagerly swipes out to taste her skin. Blake shudders at the sensation, fingers combing through golden fur along her nape.
Yang pokes her tongue out to lick along Blake's skin again and again. Another growl rumbling deep within Yang's chest and she huffs hotly against her collarbone. "You smell so good ." The deep gravelly voice of Yang's lycan form echoes in Blake's head and another shudder wracks through her frame. Yang nips lightly (carefully so very careful) at her collarbone and soothes the blunt pain with a firm tongue.
Blake squirms a bit under Yang's attention, she presses her thighs together to try to help alleviate the pressure pulsing there. Another swipe of Yang's tongue drags a soft moan from Blake's lips and then suddenly the heat and weight disappears as Yang leans back. Blake resists the urge to whine, instead looking up to meet Yang's hungry gaze as she looms over Blake. She licks her maw and lifts a paw to drag a claw down Blake's shirt. "Off." Yang growls, it's more of a command than a request.
Biting her tongue, Blake barely resists the urge to tease knowing damn well in Yang's current state that if she told her to undress her herself Blake wouldn't have wearable clothes anymore. So Blake sits up and in one swift movement lifts her shirt off over her head and tosses it aside onto their bedroom floor. Wild eyes watch with rapid attention. Amber holds crimson as Blake reaches behind her back to unclip her bra. She watches the black of her pupils swallow more crimson as each inch of her tanned skin is revealed.
Yang's tongue lulls out when Blake's bra is discarded along with her shirt. She licks her lips again and Blake catches that yeah she's definitely drooling. Yang shifts forward but Blake stops her with a hand on her nose. Crimson locks with amber again and Blake finds the concern she sees behind her hungry gaze utterly adorable. "Wait." She simply says and Yang lets out a pathetic whine. Blake bites back a chuckle at that and shifts to lay back down, hand still held out, keeping Yang frozen in place. "Good girl." She praises once she's sure Yang won't advance on her as soon as she drops her hand.
Another whine leaves her throat and she fidgets in place. Blake smirks at the display not unlike a dog waiting to be given a treat dangling in front of her tempingly. Her hands find the buckle of her belt and is slow to undo it, relishing in the way Yang's eyes are fixated on the movement eagerly awaiting the reveal of what she desires most. Blake bites her lip and hooks her thumbs into her jeans and underwear, lifting her hips she pushes the garments down and off, kicked aside to the floor with the rest of her clothes.
She catches Yang inhale deeply before a feral growl rips free from her throat. She doesn't wait to be told okay this time, diving in to run her tongue firmly against flushed skin. Blake gasps at the suddenness, hands finding purchase in the long thick fur around her neck. "Yang." She gasps, each stroke of her long broad tongue against her heated skin sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
Yang growled a pleased rumble in her throat, fixed on her self appointed task of tasting every inch of Blake's skin. Blake writhed under the attention, soft moans and gasps falling from her lips each time her tongue and teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her breasts or over a pert nipple. "Yang." She moaned out her name as a plea, unsure what she was even asking for. Mind clouded with lust she just knew she wanted, no needed more.
She tugged at Yang's golden mane and pushed her head downwards towards where she needed her tongue most. Yang didn't hesitate to move farther down her body, large paws coming to rest at her thighs, pushing her legs apart to make more room for herself between them. Blake blushes at the feeling of cool air against her core, exposing just how wet she is.
Yang wastes no time in parting her lips with her tongue and licking a broad stroke along her slit. Blake moans long and loud, one hand shoots to her mouth to muffle cries. The whole pack didn't need to hear her in the throes of pleasure. Yang didn't seem to agree with this sentiment as one of her paws moved from Blake's thigh to wrap around her forearm, so small and delicate in her grasp but despite the force Yang remained gentle as she pushed her arm back into the mattress, effectively removing her hand from her mouth.
"Don't." She growled, eyes gleaming up at her like smoldering coals. " I want them to hear you." She adds, shifting to reposition herself between Blake's thighs. " Want them to know." She licks another broad stroke along her slit that has Blake's back arching off the bed. "How I please you." She growls out between licks, each swipe of her touch teetering Blake closer to the edge. "That you're mine. " The words come out as almost a snarl, her tongue curling against her clit to apply suction.
Blake moans between gasps, nails digging into her own palm and fingers curling tightly into Yang's fur. Her hips buck of their own accord, chasing her release that's close within her grasp. "Gods, Yang!" She squeezes her eyes shut and cries out to the ceiling as she comes. Any qualms she had about the pack hearing her thrown at the window as she rides out wave and wave of pleasure.
The tension begins to bleed from her body but Yang doesn't let up, keeping the firm pressure on her clit. Blake sucks in ragged breathes. "Y-Yang—" Her voice shakes along with her thighs from overstimulation. Peeling her eyes open, she looks down, ready to push Yang away but she freezes at the sight; Yang with her head between her legs, eyes locked onto hers watching with a predatory gaze. Defined muscle flex taunt under her fur as she holds Blake's arm and thigh in place.
Blake's breath gets caught in her lungs at the sight so sinfully erotic she swears she stops breathing altogether. Yang's eyes flutter closed, a pleased growl leaving her throat sending pleasurable vibrations shooting through Blake's core. A gasp hiccups out of her throat as her lungs try to suck in air. The pressure against her clit lessens and she inhales sharply, filling her lungs greedily finally able to breath again. Yang licks her lips as if savoring the taste of Blake on her tongue. Blake thinks she is about to say something but instead her tongue parts her lips again and easily slips down inside her. Blake's eyes close and she groans at the feeling of being stretched and filled.
Still riding the high of her previous orgasm it doesn't take long for Yang's long dexterous tongue to send her careening over that edge again. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her hips jerk but Yang holds her down, drawing her orgasm out until she collapses back on the damp sheets, boneless and spent.
She thinks she must have blacked out momentarily. For by the time the blood stops rushing behind her ears and her breathing evens out, Yang's head is no longer between her legs nor her paws pinning her down. Instead she finds her laying atop of her like a weighted blanket with her head resting against her torso, black nose nestled between her cleavage.
Blinking away the last remains of her fatigue Blake cracks a smile. "Hey." She mutters softly, reaching to rest her hand atop Yang's head. Yang's tail wags behind her and she lets out a low whine, craning her neck to lick playfully at Blake's face. Blake giggles, pushing Yang's head away. "Down girl." She smirks and smooths both hands along Yang's head, pushing her ears back. Her smile widens at how silly Yang looks without her large ears sticking out atop her head and the goofy expression on her face; head tilted curiously with her tongue luling out the side of her mouth. "Dork." Blake accuses and Yang lets out a bark, surging forward to assault her with playful licks. "Yang!" Blake shrieks, turning her head away and shoving at her girlfriend's head. "Oh my god, you're such a dog." She gives up trying to out muscle her werewolf girlfriend and instead covers her face and attempts to roll away trying to escape the onslaught of slobber.
A playful growl sounds close to Blake's ear and a shiver skips down her spine unbidden. Unfortunately, or fortunately Yang notices and the playful licks and nips suddenly stop. Blake peaks out between her fingers to find the same dark eyes as before, like burning coal staring her down. Yang emits a less playful growl, one that sends a fresh wave of wetness to her core.
Yang can smell it, she knows she can by the way she inhales through her mouth and shifts closer. Blake can't help the gasp that leaves her lips when she feels a hardness press against her hip. Blake bites her lip, she'd known and she'd seen it (albeit briefly) but feeling it pressed against her like so made it all the more real . "You poor thing." Blake coos, trying to keep her voice even. "It must hurt. Let me take care of you now." Yang whines, low and pathetic, hips desperately rutting forward against Blake's hip, vining for any kind of friction.
Blake snakes a hand down between them and Yang nearly yelps when her fingers brush against hard, burning flesh. "So sensitive." She hums pruriently, lips curving into a sinful smile. "Don't worry, sunshine, I'll make you feel as good as you made me feel." She nearly purrs as her slender fingers wrap around Yang's monstercock, barely encompassing half her girth. "So big." She murmurs, not missing the way Yang preens at the comment.
Blake gives an experimental pump, gauging Yang's reaction. Her growl crescendos to a whine, hips jerking eagerly into Blake's hand. Blake wonders how long she'll last as she languidly stroking up and down her length. She can already feel beads of arousal collecting at the tip dripping down onto her hand. On her next stroke she circles her head with her thumb, collecting the precum and coating her hand in Yang's slick. Her next pumps glide more smoothly, and Yang snarls at the sensation. Blake begins to have a difficult time trying to get Yang off as she squirms and jerks in Blake's grasp.
"Blake…!" Yang's feral voice gasps near Blake's ear. Hearing her own name tumble out of Yang's mouth like that does something for Blake. Knowing she is the one bringing Yang so much pleasure, that her hulking werewolf girlfriend is nothing more than putty under her touch has Blake's arousal dripping down her thighs, no doubt staining the sheets underneath them.
Another snarl rips from Yang's chest and she backs away a smidge, just out of Blake's reach. "Need you. Need to be inside ." She nudges Blake's side with her nose urging her to roll over. Blake flushes but does as requested and rolls over onto her stomach, lifting up onto her hands and knees. She feels Yang drape over her a comforting pressure and warmth against her back. She sighs blissfully at the contact, relishing in the feeling of Yang's weight on her again.
It takes a couple tries for Yang to get lined up but at the first prod Blake begins to have doubts. "Yang… Go slow." She grits out past the sting of the stretch as Yang pushes forward, tip sliding in with more ease than Blake would have thought given Yang's size. Perhaps Blake was more turned on than she thought or Yang had done a good job prepping her. Either way as Yang slowly sinks into her, inch by agonizing inch, the sting is replaced by the pleasant sensation of being filled.
Blake allows a long drawn out moan to fall from her lips; she's never felt so full . Once Yang bottoms out inside her she stops, giving them both a moment of reprise, adjusting to the feeling. They're both panting and each exhale from Yang is hot on Blake's neck and sends goosebumps skittering across her skin.
Yang's claws dig into the sheets beside Blake's head, resisting the powerful urge to rut forward with reckless abandon. She can feel Yang's cock twitch inside her and after a moment Blake presses back, signaling for Yang to move. She growls above her ear and slowly draws back before sinking back in. Blake groans, falling forward onto her elbows and drops her head on the pillows. " Gods…" She breathes out already trembling as Yang slowly starts to fuck her.
It doesn't take long for Yang's slow gentle thrust to pick up pace, jerking Blake forward with more force. Blake moans loud and obscene, pushing back against Yang meeting each thrust fervently. Blake's arms buckle and Yang's right arm catches her, wrapped securely around her torso, holding her up as she continues to pound into her. Blake finds purchase on Yang's forearm, gripping the fur there tightly. "Fuck, Yang…!" She cries out as she feels herself building, pleasure reaching a fever pitch.
Yang pants harshly above her, tongue luling out to lick against Blake's shoulder and neck. Her breath hitches when she feels teeth graze her skin, biting but not hard enough to break skin. Yang growls and whines, rutting forward harder and Blake can feel it, the swell at the base of Yang's cock preventing her from reaching deeper. Blake's hand shoots back, tangling into Yang's gold mane and angles her head back, she knows what Yang wants, knows what Yang needs. "Go on." She gasps out, grinding down. "Knot me."
Yang snarls and thrust forward with enough force to send Blake falling forward, Yang follows, hovering above her. It feels strange to be suspended above the bed, Yang's arm the only thing holding her up. It almost feels like Yang is just using her body for her own pleasure, but the knowledge that she is safe here in Yang's arms drives her closer to that edge. Knowing at any moment if she wanted Yang to stop (she didn't) she would in a heartbeat. So surrendering herself over to Yang completely was the easiest thing for Blake and as Yang desperately ground forward, trying to shove her knot in Blake feels her walls spasm as she comes again.
Yang roars as her knot slips in, with a satisfying pop! Her thrusts become shallower as she fucks Blake through orgasm, dragging it out until she feels Yang come inside with a loud snarl and another smaller orgasm shakes her core. Stiff as a board, Yang holds firmly to Blake's trembling frame as they both come down from their highs.
Slowly, Yang's muscles relax and she's careful to lay them back down on the bed. Blake's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, the rest of her senses slowly return to her. She's silent for a long time, even after her breathing finally evens out and the dampness on her skin begins to cool. Sleep tugs at her as exhaustion seeps into her bones. She's pulled from the tendrils of sleep by a quiet whine behind her and a cold nose nudging her shoulder. Lazily, Blake reaches back to comb her fingers through Yang's fur. "I'm okay." She rasps, throat raw from overuse.
She can feel the thumping of Yang's tail as it wags, a smile tugs at her lips and she purrs contently as Yang nuzzles into the crook of her neck. They lay there like that for an undetermined amount of time, enjoying the shared afterglow. Blake hums as a question forms in her mind. "So, how long are we going to be tied for?" She asks, hand stroking her girlfriend's muzzle. She feels Yang's arms shift as she gives a shrug. A breathy laugh escapes her lips. "You don't know? Well, what happens if you try to change back?" Yang's shoulders jump again. Blake hums. "You're very helpful, a well of knowledge." Sarcasm drips in her tone and Yang chuffs behind her, nipping her shoulder playfully. Blake giggles and relaxes back against Yang more.
She could fall asleep like this, though she knows she probably shouldn't. "Do you feel better?" She asks in a quiet voice, brushing her fingers through her fur absentmindedly. Yang's tail thumps a little harder and she licks her shoulder. "Good." Blake closes her eyes content to bask in Yang's warmth, unbothered by the slightly awkward position they're laying in with their lower halves locked together.
Yang grumbles near her ear and licks her shoulder and neck affectionately. "Won't last long." She huffs, pressing her nose back into Blake's neck, she breathes her scent in and Blake swears she feels her cock twitch inside her.
Blake swallows. "How long does your rut usually last?" She questions, craning her neck to peer back at her girlfriend.
Grumbling again Yang flops her head right over Blake's face effectively smothering her. "A week." She huffs out and Blake sputters, pushing Yang off her face.
"Well, I guess we won't be stepping outside this room much for the next couple days." Blake smirks, voice dipping into a more sultry tone as she guides Yang's muzzle into her neck, pressing a kiss to her furry cheek.
A growl rumbles from Yang's chest and it sounds a lot like a promise to Blake's ears. She was going to be sore come morning and each following morning after that. She wouldn't know rest until Yang's rut was through. But as Yang dragged her tongue down Blake's neck and bit down on her shoulder she thought it would be worth it.