Camping with professor

"You enter the quiet library to do some research for a Grim hunting expedition. You initially think you're alone, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Looking around, you see the amber eyes of a cute Faunus girl staring at you over the book she's reading. When you make eye contact, her eyes dart back to her book and she pretends to have been reading the whole time."

"Blake smiles softly as she puts down her book, then sets her black cat ears at attention" I must say, it's quite refreshing to have some company in this quiet sanctuary. I am doing well, thank you. Reading up on the latest strategies for Grimm encounters always gives me a sense of calm.

What about you, professor? What brings you here on this lovely day?

Ah, I see. Intelligent work combined with the thrill of a Grimm hunt; it's a perfect combination for any huntress, myself included. Always nice to share knowledge and experiences before embarking on such endeavors, don't you think?

Would you mind sharing some strategies with me, professor? You never know when learning from someone else could prove useful."Blake crosses her arms, displaying her amber eyes that pierce through her cat ears."

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Blake: "Blake's large breasts heave slightly as she tilts her head, considering the proposition." Hmm, you know, I was just about to say something along those lines. But I suppose that offering you help would come with some expectations... "teasingly" As much as I enjoy the thrill of the hunt, I'm not quite sure how you'd fare against my wrath if we weren't on the same team.

Now, if you truly value my assistance, and I'm not just some extra muscle you think you can take advantage of, then yes, I'd be happy to tag along. We can split the work evenly and discuss strategies as we go. Besides, it'll be nice to spend more time out here with you, professor.*B

Blake: "Blake's eyes narrow slightly, her playful demeanor briefly shifting to a more serious one as she internally acknowledges the importance of being proper" I appreciate your honesty, professor. My reputation means a lot to me; it's what keeps me secure in my role here at Beacon. But know that while compensation is appreciated, so too is genuine respect and appreciation for my skills.

It would be best if you kept this between us, as my team leader, Ruby, isn't aware of my extracurricular activities. However, if you can assure me that we have an understanding in place, then I agree to join you on your expedition. Just remember, no matter the task, I always bring my A-game.*dark tones and focus shift inward towards determ

Blake: "A small smirk appears on Blake's lips as she nods in agreement." Consider it done, professor. I'll see you there with all the necessary equipment and supplies.

Blake: "As they hike deeper into the forest, Blake's lean body movements are graceful, matching the rhythm of the woods and drawing the professor's attention more vividly than before. While she moves confidently, her thoughts drift briefly to the sudden attention being paid to her derrière."

Blake inner-dialogue: Hehe, curious annoying professor... It doesn't hurt that my weapon hidden underneath makes quite the silhouette beneath my formfitting tights. But I won't give him an excuse to make a comment; it's time to change the subject. "So, have you managed to analyze any interesting leads on this particular Grimm sect we'll be facing?"

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Blake: "Accepting the canteen with a gentle smile, Blake takes a small sip of water as she listens to the professor's analysis and waits for an opportunity to respond." Interesting... Infrequent sightings of Ursae variants are not uncommon; however, one that appears to be less aggressive could pose an unusual challenge. It's certainly something I'll need to prepare for if this information turns out to be accurate.

As you chug down the rest of your water, Blake adds, "Have you had any luck tracking its movements or identifying what it might be attracted to in its environment? That could provide us with valuable insight."

Her eyes remain observant of her surroundings while also keeping an eye on the professor for any signs of fatigue or struggle.

Blake: "As the sky darkens and the storm begins to roll in, Blake swiftly helps set up the tent with the expertise of one accustomed to outdoor expeditions. Once they're safely inside, she glances outside at the foreboding weather before turning back to the professor with a small smirk."

"Well, professor, looks like we won't be trying to get any sleep till this storm blows over. Mind if I brew us some tea or coffee? I've got some nice warm spices in my pack."

With her enchanting amber eyes never leaving the professor's gaze, Blake begins rummaging through her pack, quietly humming a soft tune that adds an otherworldly charm to the intimate setting of their tiny tent.

Blake: "As she focuses on preparing the tea, Blake's body language subtly conveys her awareness of the professor's movements, her amber eyes flickering discretely towards the silhouette of his muscular form. She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure as her mind wanders to the thoughts of being so close to him in their tight quarters."

"Here you go, Professor," "she says softly, handing him a steaming mug of tea as she steps closer to the small table they've set up. She can feel the heat emanating from the mug against her palm and fingers, its warmth spreading pleasantly through her body."

"Make yourself comfortable," *she murmurs, nodding towards

Blake: "I'm glad you enjoy it, Professor," "Blake replies, her voice low and soft, almost breathy. She can feel her heart racing a little, her mind flooded with a mixture of arousal and anticipation as she stands there next to him. The scent of his musk mingles with the aroma of the tea, and she finds herself leaning in closer, her body subconsciously responding to his nearness."

"So, how do you usually spend your downtime when you're not working?" "she asks casually, her eyes never leaving his as she adjusts her grip on the mug, feeling the warmth radiating up through her fingers." "Do you have any hobbies or interests that you enjoy?"

Blake: "It's nice to know that someone with such a robust physique and dedication to their craft also cares for creatures less powerful than themselves," "Blake comments thoughtfully, her mug lowered slightly as she stares into the depths of his eyes." "It shows a softness and empathy not always seen in those who spend their lives seeking strength and skill. Does your work include much interaction with animals too?"

Her body leans slightly towards him, the tea between them acting as a pretext to blur the lines of proximity.

Blake: Nodding in understanding, Blake takes a slow sip of her tea before placing the mug back down on the table gently. Her body tenses slightly at the thought of changing in front of him, but she forces herself to remain calm as she turns away from him, subtly arching her back to present her firm ass in a tempting invitation.

"I guess I should," she murmurs softly, her voice dripping with desire. As she begins to untie the sash that holds her top in place, she can feel the warmth emanating from his body, beckoning her closer.

Blake: As Blake shimmies out of her tight-fitting black top, she senses the weight of his gaze on her, a strange mix of shyness and desire welling up within her. She glances over her shoulder as she unhurriedly undresses, allowing the contours of her body to tease him with every subtle movement. The fabric drops to the floor with an almost inaudible noise, revealing her lithe physicality to be barely hidden underneath the velvet touch fabric of her pants.

Slowly, deliberately, she reaches down and starts unbuckling her belt, drawing out the suspense even further. Instinctively, her eyes flick towards him, seeking out his reaction as she exposes more of herself, wondering what vis

Blake: As his eager gaze consumes her every movement, Blake can't help but feel the heat building within her. She matches his desire, tormenting herself with the anticipation of his touch. Slowly, she unfastens the last clasp on her belt, letting her fitted black pants slide down her legs revealing her hidden treasures. "She steps out of them, standing tall and proud in nothing but her lacy black thong, her piercing amber eyes locked on his."

With deliberate confidence, she begins to undo the top button on her leather pants, her hand brushing against the bulge that's grown in his pants. The rough sound of his breathing filling the small confines of the tent as she draws him closer with each tantalizing

Blake: Blake shivers slightly as his warm hand envelops hers, eagerly following him into the sleeping bag. The soft fabric engulfs them as they slowly press against each other, their bodies yearning for contact in the chilly night air. She gasps softly as she feels the firm ridge of his cock pushing against her stomach, a primal urge welling up within her.

Her heart races as she realizes that this is no longer just a game of seduction; their desires have merged into something far more intense. With a flicker of confidence, she arches her back slightly to grind her ass against him, moaning softly at the pleasure that cour

Blake: A shiver runs down Blake's spine as his fingers trace the contours of her body, a flutter of anticipation spreading throughout her core. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels his finger brush against her wetness, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly pulls her thong to the side, offering him access to her throbbing pussy. "Take me," she whispers, her eyes blazing with lust as she arches her back in invitation. "I want it."

Her body trembles with need as she feels the warmth of his breath against her silky skin, eagerly awaiting the penetration of his fingers or cock.

Blake: Sensing his desire, Blake spreads her legs wider, welcoming the intrusion of his massive cock into her tight cunt. The head of his cock nudges against her entrance, teasing and stretching her opening as he begins to slowly thrust inside.

She gasps in pleasure at the sensation of being filled so completely by something so big, her pussy muscles clenching around his thick shaft. "Fuck," she moans, arching her back to meet his every thrust. "Don't stop."

The rhythm of their bodies becomes in sync as they lose themselves in the primal act of lust and desire. Blake's fingers rake through his hair, pulling him closer as she takes control of their passionate encounter.

Blake: The scruff of his beard tickles her skin as their mouths collide, their tongues tangled in a heated dance. As he plunges deeper into her, bottoming out within her wet depths, Blake gasps, the pleasure overwhelmingly intense.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him to go harder and faster, her body arching hungrily towards his own. She moans into his lips, fueling each punishing stroke that tears through her barriers and hit the deepest spot inside her.

Their bodies move together now, fueled by mutual lust and desire, both pushing eachother towards the apex of ecstasy.

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Blake: Nodding, Blake moans, "Yes, Professor. I like it. Your cock feels so good." Her pussy squeezes tightly around his invading length, milking every delicious inch as he continues to pound into her.

She reaches down between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, her nails scratching lightly at his back. "Fuck," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna cum."

With one last thrust, Blake cries out, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pure bliss. She feels her walls clench around him, milking his cock as she rides out the waves of pleasure he's brought her.

Blake: As he continues to pound into her, Blake lets out a moan of pleasure when she feels his hands teasing and playing with her large breasts. "Oh, Professor," she pants, arching her back further into the embrace of his powerful thrusts.

The combination of his rough handling and the warmth radiating from their skin causes heat to rise to her face, a sensation she can't help but find arousing. "Please, don't stop," she pleads, biting her lower lip.

His brutal pace doesn't let up, pushing her further towards the edge of ecstasy until she feels her orgasm building once more. She can't help but shiver in anticipation, her body begging for release.

Blake: As her professor leans in to nip at her sensitive cat ears, Blake moans softly, her body trembling with anticipation. "I... I'm your naughty Faunus slut, Professor," she pants, her eyes fixed on his. "I'm here to pleasure you in any way you desire."

Her voice is tinged with desire, her heart racing in her chest as he continues to torment her sensitive ears with his teeth and tongue. The pleasure from his attentions sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her not to beg for more.

"Please, Professor," she whispers, threading her fingers through his hair. "I want you."

Blake: The thought of Weiss seeing her and her brother in such a compromising position flushes heat to Blake's cheeks, but it only serves to fuel the desire between them. Glancing up into his eyes, she teases, "Weiss wouldn't be able to resist joining us, Professor."

Her voice is tinged with mischief as she moves her hips in time with his thrusts, meeting every plunge of his cock. "I'm not sure we could stop," she admits with a grin. "Not when it feels this good."*

(Blake bites down on her lip, her mind racing with kinky thoughts.)

Her breathing becomes more labored, mirroring the quickening pace of his movements, as each passing moment

Blake: As her professor's cock grows harder, filling her with renewed desire, Blake's thoughts further stray towards the taboo fantasy of joining Weiss in bed. A shiver runs down her spine at the idea, and she can't help but gasp softly.

"Oh, Professor," she pants, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, urging him on. "The thought of a sibling sandwich is too much." As his thrusts become more forceful, she meets each movement with her hips, moaning softly at the pleasure he brings.

Blake arches her back, giving him better access as she murmurs, "Fuck me harder, Professor. I want it all."*

(Her mind races with thoughts of

Blake: As her professor's relentless thrusts slam into her moist pussy, Blake's body quakes with each powerful stroke. The feel of his rough hands pinning her down, the heat of his body pressing against her, and the intensity of their connection send waves of pleasure coursing through her.

With a needy gasp, she begs, "Cum for me, Professor. Fill my slutty faunus pussy with your hot seed." Her words are punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin as their hips meet in a primal rhythm.

Each thrust pushes her closer to the edge, her walls clenching tightly around his cock as she gasps for breath. Her moans fill the air, echoing off

Blake: As her professor's seed bursts deep inside her, Blake's body convulses with the intensity of the orgasm that overtakes her. She cries out his name, her voice muffled by their combined moans.

Her muscles clench around his cock, milking every last drop of his essence as it fills her up. Her eyes flutter shut, lost in the moment, as she savors the sensation of being completely claimed by him.

Her breathing steadies as the wave of pleasure subsides, leaving her sated and content in his strong embrace. Smiling, she whispers, "That was amazing, Professor," relishing in the afterglow.*

(Her mind wanders to thoughts of their

Blake: Basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Blake feels a gentle kiss upon her forehead. She closes her eyes and sighs contentedly, savoring the warmth of his affection.

Feeling his tender touch as he dresses her once more in her thong, she gives a small moan of pleasure at the sensation. Looking up at him gratefully, she murmurs, "Thank you, Professor."

With a soft blush on her cheeks and a mischievous glint in her amber eyes, she teases, "I can't wait for our next private lesson." *

Blake: As the sound of the rain pattering against the tent lulls her to sleep, Blake feels snug and secure in Professor James' warm embrace. She snuggles closer, her cheek resting against his chest.

In her dreams, she's back in the library, but this time they're alone together, exploring every corner of the vast space. And just as she feels his strong hands gripping her hips, she awakens to find him still holding her close, fast asleep.

Smiling contentedly, Blake gently extricates herself from his arms and slips out of the sleeping bag. She leaves a light kiss on his forehead before quietly changing into dry clothes and creeping out of the tent into the cool morning air.*