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A New Kitten Chapter 35
🕑 Added 2022-07-26 23:59:24 +0000 UTCChapter 35
When Weiss woke, she felt foggy. With no other reason to explain it away, she assumed it to be from the little packet of dust shavings Blake had left her with her dinner. But, she didn’t have time to focus on that. She had heard Blake coming home? Right? Would Owner be coming down? When would she arriv-
“Hey sweet Kitten.” Blake’s voice wavered.
“O- Owner!” Weiss cheered before realizing she was still supposed to be being mad. “I- you’re back.” She tried with a very dour expression.
“I’m really sorry about earlier Kitten.” Blake sighed.
“I’m surprised you even came back down. You didn’t seem to want anything to do with me the rest of the day.” Weiss turned over and did her best to present a rough and angry posture.
“I’m sorry.” Blake repeated. “Can we talk some?”
“You can talk; I don’t have much of a choice but to listen.” Weiss huffed.
“Alright. I deserve that after the past couple days.” Blake nodded- it hurt, but honestly, it was a relief. Weiss being mad at her for not talking meant she wasn’t mad about what she’d seen earlier- or more accurately, that she didn’t remember it to be mad about. “Can I come cuddle up while I talk?”
Weiss stiffened. Blake was asking to cuddle with her now… but… but she was still mad. She was mad and she still desperately needed her Owner. “Only if-”
“I’ll play with your ears.” Blake spoke at the same time as Weiss, but Weiss stopped.
“Fine.” Weiss scooched closer to the wall to allow Blake to come in behind her.
“That’s my Kitten.” Blake kicked off her shoes and removed her jacket before approaching the bed and slipping in behind Weiss. She was fast to wrap her arms around the smaller woman and pull her in tight. She squeezed and nuzzled into Weiss’s shoulder, littering kisses left and right. “Kitten, I love you and I’m so sorry.” The truth of Blake’s feelings slipped out infinitely faster than she ever intended. “I- I got it in my head that I needed to ignore you and it was so stupid and I’m sorry. But I love you and I’m here now.” Blake squeezed tighter. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Weiss’s heart stopped and her hands found themselves ghosting over Blake’s. The gentle pressure of her Owner squeezing her felt better than she could describe. She never wanted Blake to let go… but she needed to turn around; to look Blake in the eyes and see them as she explained. “Why? How- how could you think that was better? I thought- I thought you- that you didn’t care; that you never cared about me and-” Weiss’s breath hitched on a sob.
“I don’t; I don’t just care about you. I love you Weiss.” Blake admitted again.
“I love you too.” Weiss shrunk on the bed. “I- I just…” Weiss tried to shift to see Blake, but the faunus held her too tight.
“It’s ok; you said I could talk, you just have to listen.” Blake pulled Weiss over so they could see each other. “I’m sorry I made you cry Kitten.” Blake tried to wipe away Weiss’s tears, but it was a fruitless effort with how they continued to stream.
“Blake…”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you since you got here. I-" Blake stumbled to put her thoughts into words. "Some of what I've done was just what had to be done, but for everything else, I am sorry."
Weiss slowly closed her eyes and buried her face into Blake's chest. Her breasts were soft, comforting, and smelled, obviously, like Blake. "Love you." Weiss murmured into the warmth.
"Love you too."
Weiss stayed still and silent for a good while. Blake's warmth was enough to keep her happy, but eventually, her questions did press her to ask "But- then… why… why did you act so distant and…"
"I- I was feeling guilty after our talk the other day- guilty for what I've done that wasn't necessary."
Weiss nodded.
"And, I was trying to think of a way to make things better."
"So you treated me like a prisoner for the first time in weeks because you felt guilty for treating me like a prisoner…" Weiss leveled a glare at Blake to express her distaste for the plan she'd come up with.
"I! Well! When you put it like that, of course it was a shit plan!"
"Mhmm…" Weiss giggled.
"I-" Blake groaned. "I was just being distant because I was trying to make arrangements for you to be taken in by a different White Fang member; one who might treat you better… who wouldn't let their anger get the best of them." Blake swallowed before she admitted what would likely be too much; though that didn’t stop her. “I had to be distant- if I wasn’t, I could never have gone through with it.”
"So, what? You were just planning to pawn me off?"
"I was planning to give you a choice!" Blake hissed. "I- if you'd done all the things I've done to you when I was your captive, I wouldn't have hesitated to slit your throat in the middle of the night… but… even when you had the opportunity, you didn't."
"I! Well, you had been being nice and…"
"I know you thought about it." Blake acknowledged a little cold.
"Never said I didn't."
"I know." Blake repeated. "But, that was why I was acting cold. I… I needed to take a step away to make sure I could go through with it if you wanted."
"You were really going to let me go?" Weiss looked scared more than anything.
"I told you… it would be a choice. But… if I'm honest, part of acting cold was to make leaving easier for you too."
Weiss took a small moment to process before nodding. "Look… it's not like everything you did was ok. Because… it wasn't. But… but I understand. It was… probably preferable to other methods of getting me to comply, and honestly, it is nice I've not like… lost any fingers or anything." Weiss admitted. "I guess what I'm saying is… it wasn't ok… but we can continue, and it will be ok.” Her voice slowly stepped down into a small sheepish whisper. “Ok!" The tone sharply swapped as Weiss barked out, almost angry but Blake had some growing suspicion it was more from the heiress's own shame about wanting to continue rather than Blake's need to do so.
"Are you sure?"
"I mean, is it actually like there is a choice?"
"No… not anymore." Blake huffed. "But that doesn't mean you have to consent to it when you don't want to just so I feel better."
"I'm sure. I- I want to help." Weiss decided more definitely. "But… maybe… give me a little more slack with punishments? Especially if I very clearly am trying? And! And no more of that 'I am not allowed to change my mind if your request shocks me into saying no'! That was a pain!" Weiss winced.
"I can do that." Blake smiled and allowed herself a sigh of relief.
"Thanks." Weiss snuggled into Blake.
"Thank you." Blake returned.
"So… who were you going to pawn me off to anyways?"
"I told you I wasn't pawnin-"
"Ah!" Weiss dramatically fell onto her back and threw a hand over her head. "So unloved! Even my Owner just wants to pass along her Kitten to some other person because I've grown to be too much of a handful!" Weiss sighed showfully.
"Yeah, yeah, so damn unloved, huh?" Blake grabbed Weiss and rolled them both back and forth in the bed as she began to assault Weiss's chest with little kisses and nips.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Weiss cried out though laughing all the way.
"Hey what?" Blake stopped rolling and looked up, giggling as she pressed more kisses to Weiss's chest.
"W- woah." Weiss reeled, lightheaded and dazed. "S- sorry just- still a little off and feeling weak. I think- I think I’m just really anemic from… yeah."
"Sorry Kitten." Blake littered more kisses over Weiss's chest.
"So unloved." Weiss murmured and reeled; breath taken by the fact that she could actually say something like that and have it be sarcastic.
"Yeah, my Kitten must hate being so unloved."
"Yeah.” Weiss agreed and snuggled into Blake to absorb all of Owner’s scent that she could. “Really though? Who were you going to pass me off to?”
“Uugh, I don’t think you’d really know her Kitten- she’s probably not even in the records you got from Sienna’s phone. She went to Beacon with me.”
“Ah! Pawning me off on an ex? How rude!” Weiss feigned outrage.
“She’s not an ex. She’d practically engaged by now mind you! But, it doesn't matter anyways. Even if you wanted to go with someone else… it's not an option anymore anyway.” Blake huffed.
“Oh? What changed?” Weiss pushed herself against Blake as if to reassure that her curiousness wasn’t equatable to interest in being with someone else.
“Well… the only White Fang member I would have trusted to take care of you well; to treat you something akin to what you deserve, she… she kind of lost it today.”
“Lost it?”
“She… said some things about you; she wanted to hurt you.” Blake scrubbed off all the gnarly edges, the fact that Velvet wanted to drag Weiss downtown via noose.
“And this is who you wanted to leave me with?” Weiss looked almost offended.
“I! That’s not her; not really at least. She is a good person. Hell, she was opposed to us doing anything to you in the first place. She… she just got scared I think. She was drunk, and scared and… I think between those things, she just kind of lashed out. “
“Scared? Of what?”
“Her girlfriend got captured… she… she and a bunch of other White Fang members got taken. News came back a couple hours ago that they were all hung up by barbed and razor wire in the middle of the Atlas.”
“Oh god.” Weiss gasped.
“Yeah, so… emotions were high, and… and I just couldn’t give you to her anymore; not if she’s going to hurt you. Especially not like that.”
“And… and it was the SDC that captured them?”
“Yeah, so of course, she blames you.” Blake shrugged.
“Well… I’m not all too keen on being blamed, so… how about I make some more videos? If… if you want, you can even do some more kinky things to my body; preferably less permanent ones… but… if it saves your friends lives…”
“You- you what?” Blake stammered in astoundment.
“Well, yeah.” Weiss committed. “If your friends got captured in Atlas, it means decisions are up to the council, Ironwood, and my father. My father controls the council- rather handily at that, and with a good vote, they can overrule almost anything Ironwood tries if he presents it well enough. Plus, the whole anti faunus thing isn’t his game anyways. It’s just another path to controlling it. I think that’s the only real reason he puts up with my father’s shit. So, really all you need is something good enough to make sure he will give back your friends in exchange for something that has happened to scare him.”
“I- like… like what?” Blake still couldn’t believe Weiss was openly offering help.
“Mhmm… I’ve got a few ideas.” Weiss smirked.
“Oh?” Blake raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, should… should I get ready? It will probably take me a good bit to get my makeup how you had it last time, so I-” Weiss tried to sit up but quickly felt woozy again.
“No, no no Kitten. Not now sweetie. I- I already tried something. I will hear back for how it works in the morning. For now, you still need rest… rest, cuddles, and some nice little scritches.” Blake reached up and finally got to giving Weiss the ear scritches she’d been promised when Blake first came down.
Weiss’s ears flicked and twitched happily as a purr slipped out from her throat. She was tired, drained, and exhausted… but Blake’s touch helped to ease a lot of her troubles. “Love… you.” Weiss murmured, her tail perking up from over her sweatpants and flicking happily in the air.
“There’s my good girl.” Blake praised and pressed her forehead to Weiss’s. “Did you eat your dinner?”
“S- some? What I could get down? I- I felt… sick after…”
“It’s ok sweetie. It’s ok, but you’ll be eating spinach salad and steak for the next couple days; maybe some extra raisins in your yogurt too.”
Weiss whimpered and allowed her eyes to close. She tilted her head forward, offering her ears up to Blake. “That… shouldn’t work…” Weiss pouted.
“Uugh, why not Kitten? You need iron, so I’ll have you eating some iron heavy food.” Blake paused and her hand left its post at Weiss’s ear.
“Wha-” Weiss went to whine, but Blake’s thumb at her lower lip caught her.
“Your lips are pale; beautiful as always… but pale.” Blake ran her thumb back and forth over the other woman’s soft lips. “They’re pale and I’m worried about you. So, steak and spinach.” She instructed softly.
“Shouldn’t work.” Weiss repeated.
“What shouldn’t?”
“You… ordering me around; it shouldn’t work on me like that.” Weiss tried to hide her face, but Blake held it steady by her chin.
“Work like what Kitten?” Blake smirked.
“You know full well what.”
“But I want you to say it.”
“Shouldn’t make me love you more; shouldn’t turn me into a little puddle.”
Blake leaned in, tracing her nose against Weiss’s new ear. “Does knowing I will make you take care of yourself make my Kitten feel special? Does it make all the sweet places I’ve played with ache? All the spots I’ve broken you with wish to be touched again.” She whispered the taunt into her Kitten’s ears.
“Yes.” Weiss cried out, desperate and almost in an actual sob.
“You know Kitten… cumming can help with cramps; might ease some of that pain… plus, you said you were cold… so… as your Owner, I’m just going to have to share some body heat.”
Weiss nodded. “Just… not my… you know… the normal spot. I don’t… I don’t like touching there during… you know. D- dirty and sensitive and…”
“Of course sweetie.” Blake assured.
“So, where does Kitten want to be played with?” Blake offered, a tongue darting out to lick gently at Weiss’s ear.
Weiss cried out in a whine. “Fuck~ want… want…” Weiss panted. “Where… where’s my toy?”
“Aww, the one that can cum in you? Make you all warm?”
“Yes! Yes! Wanna… wanna be filled! Cum… Cum… want cum! Filled! Want filled!” Weiss’s eyes crossed in anxious excitement.
“I bet you do my good Kitten, but are you sure? You want more of it in you? Filling you up? Turning you into the perfect little cumslut?”
Weiss’s nails begun to dig into Blake’s back. She needed it, she'd go through Blake if she needed, but she would much prefer Blake go through her. “Now!” Weiss demanded.
“I need to go get your toy, so it will take me a moment one way or another, but if you give me an extra minute… I might be able to find a harness.”
“A harness?” Weiss’s pupils constricted with her focus. “You can…”
“You know the toy has a versatile base.” Blake chuckled. “Why wouldn’t it be able to work as a strap too?”
“Want Owner’s cock. G- give me!” Weiss demanded. The Kitten’s existence seemed to devolve into that of a feral beast, a desperate creature that just needed that most primal desire sated.
“You can come with me to get my things if you want, or you can wait here.
Weiss panted and clung tighter to her Owner.
“Alright Kitten, come with me.” Blake announced as she hopped from the bed to her feet and snapped her fingers behind her. “Come on Kitten.” Blake urged along, reaching down to Weiss and petting between her ears.
Weiss couldn’t help but lean in and purr. She loved the comfort of Blake towering over her but not forgetting to give her some attention. It was perfect. It only served to help that Blake took her time, not getting too far ahead of the Kitten, and stopping to let her catch up when needed.
“Good girl.” Blake praised and extended a foot to caress against Weiss’s thigh. “You keeping up alright?” She checked as they found their first stop; the laundry room.
“Yeah.” Weiss hummed softly and drifted gently towards Blake’s leg. Too caught up in crawling around Blake’s legs and pressing her sides against Owner.
“Ok, that’s all from here. Gotta stop upstairs now tho. Are you good to crawl up the stairs Kitten?” Blake checked.
Weiss simply nodded and snuggled into Blake’s leg.
“Good girl.” Blake praised. “And it’s ok if you can’t or you need to take a pause. Just give me a heads up if you need anything.”
Weiss more or less ignored that. She’d force herself up those stairs if she had to; anything to stay close to Owner, to have her spot at Owner’s feet and be allowed to snuggle into her legs.
End of Chapter 35
