Unforgivable

She's so cute. Beyond cute, even.

I didn't think things would turn out like this, but I'm not upset in the least. It's been what? Barely an hour? Who cares how long it's been? That pained look in her eyes . . . that needy, desperate look fuels me. Time has no value. No, don't say that. They'll come back at some point. When is it? I can't even think. Those silver eyes are just . . . They're perfect.

I look down at Ruby from the valley of my cleavage, then over my shoulder to my clone that's nestled between her legs. I should have taken my clone's spot . . . but the thought of having my view of her sweet face obstructed made me quickly dismiss that idea. This is more than just sex or some intimate encounter. This is the first and most likely the last time I will have her to myself. I'll make it memorable. Even if my pacing brings her to tears.

"So . . ." I begin to speak, then allow my clone to cut in.

"It's a tale of two kitties . . ."

"Which one of us . . ."

"Is your Blake?"

"You have ten seconds to guess." I finish.

I can see the panic growing on her face. It's moments like these that I love. To see someone so confused, so helpless when the answer is right in front of them. There is no wrong answer to this question. My clone is still me. I am always me. If she guesses my clone, then she'll get trailing digits that will go so close to her gender without actually making contact that it'll drive her into whimpers and desperate bucks of her hips until she gets the contact she desires.

If she chooses me she'll still get the same treatment, but I'll add in a slow, delicate kiss to compliment. Something to sate herself with while the main course is being prepared. I'd be lying if I said I don't feel bad in the slightest for putting her through this mental strain, but I need to punish her for her earlier mind game. I'm not too fond of having my strings pulled, so I'll pull on hers and bind her with them.

"You're the real one."

I shake my head and look down at Ruby. Her silver eyes pierce my gaze. For the first time today she seems completely confident and sure of herself. I wonder what gave it away.

"How are you sure?" I ask. While I await her answer I shift myself from kneeling over her stomach to having my stomach and chest press against hers, although both of us are still clothed. From my new position I bring my legs between hers, making sure they can't be closed to assure that my clone can venture without any form of resistance.

"Because you'd want to see my face to know everything's alright. You'd want to make sure I'm not scared, or hurting . . . and if I am, then you can reassure me like you've been doing . . . You're caring and careful." She explains.

Her answer forces a smile to my lips. She's naïve, oh so naïve. Yet she's able to pinpoint one trait in me that's kept me from wandering far from her gaze.

"Would you be upset if you were wrong?"

I ask, dodging the fact that she's correct to put some doubt in her mind. The confident look she had seconds ago disappears and the doubt that she's hidden so well makes itself known. I lean in and press my lips towards where her neck joins her jawline, allowing my lips to pepper that one spot with several pecks of restrained affection.

"I . . . I'm sorry."

Her voice has the faint trace of oncoming tears. I'll never quite understand why her emotions are worn on her sleeve so much. It makes me want to continue teasing and poking at her confidence until all she's capable of doing is trusting in me instead of her own judgement. Thankfully I'm not that cruel.

"Its fine, Ruby. You were right." I reassure her. From where I'm kissing I can feel a slight tense in her jaw from a gulp of relief. I decide to follow through with my pre-meditated actions and move away from her neck to get a view of her sweet, harmless eyes once more.

The smile on her face after finding out she guessed correctly is one that glows so brightly, and with so much pride that I end up sharing in the emotion. However, it's me that holds the smile the longest when my clone starts to trail her thumbs up Ruby's thighs to the joining of her legs, and then dip into the rip in her rose-patterned pajamas that I took the liberty of ripping.

The crimsonette's face softens, and the bright smile changes to a half-lidded gaze that tells me a switch is being flipped inside her. No matter how relaxed her face and body become she never closes her eyes completely. Instead she keeps her lids high enough for our gazes to remain linked.

I bring my right hand to rest on her cheek to hold her head still while my clone continues to work its way closer to her gender. After a few more seconds I see Ruby arch her back and suck in a heavy, desperate breath of air. On instinct I lean down to graze my lips over hers.

Immediately she tilts her head and goes on to press her lips to mine, using me as a way to muffle her oncoming moans. As I lay on top of her I can feel each time her stomach tenses up, and every deep breath she takes. From her chest I can practically feel the pounding and thumping of her heart through her clothing and mine.

We're both overdressed considering what we're doing, but I know Ruby has her eyes on someone else in the long run. She's in the experimental phase where she wants to enjoy herself in whatever way it may be and I'm more than happy to sate her curiosity. I hope I don't make her expectations for her future lover too high.

"Just relax for me. No tensing, okay?" I ask while she squirms, gasps and breathes with audible difficulty. Her writhing has her hair in a growing mess that continues to get closer to resembling a severe case of bed head. Her black tank top starts to twist and wrinkle against her body, causing the red bra cup over her left breast to come into view.

"B-Blake~" She practically hisses my name through her teeth.

"Shhh. Just enjoy. I'm all you need right now." I quickly respond to her.

"I . . . I want you . . . n-not your semblance" Her voice is more of a plea. A bashful, indirect request for me to take the place of my clone.

Her innocent yet beyond lewd request almost makes me burst into a minor laughing fit. I nod my head and allow my clone to disappear. The uncomfortable, and very slight squirming that Ruby does signals the aching in her body from the lack of any stimulation. I can't help but find her sexual frustrations to bring out her cuter side.

"There . . . it's gone. Better?" I ask, deciding to have another little teasing game with the heated reaper.

I'm slightly upset to see she doesn't voice any complaints, and instead she looks at me with her sweet, puppy-eyed stare. The glisten in her silver eyes makes my heart flutter and almost makes me feel bad for teasing her.

Almost

"I can't read your eyes, Ruby." I lean in and press my lips to her jawline and drag my lips towards her ear. Once there let my tongue slip out and trail it along her earlobe while I fight to hold back my giggles and snickers at her clear discomfort.

"Blake!" Ruby's shout is more of a childish whine. While enjoyable, I probably shouldn't see how patient she can be. The last thing I need is to waste too much time and have our fun interrupted.

"Okay, okay. You're no fun." I smile at her but it's not returned. Instead I feel her legs lift and wrap around my waist. It takes me a moment to realize that she's trying to move me down her body, but she's too weak in the legs to have any actual effect.

I give her cheek a final kiss and start to slide down at my own pace. I look below me as I crawl down, looking at the wrinkles of her shirt while they change into the rose patterned texture of her pajama pants. A few more inches and I find myself with my elbows planted on the bed and Ruby's legs on either side of my body. From here I can see the gash in her pajama pants that is much worse than I initially thought. A little higher and I can see the discomfort in her body's desires with every deep, exaggerated breath she takes.

I may have pushed her too hard . . . I'll fix it.

Before she can voice herself I start to lean forward. The strong scent from the tear makes me realize her immense arousal and unfaltering advances into a state of pure heat. I pushed her too far long ago.

With disregard for her already useless pajama pants, I place my index and middle fingers inside the tear and violently pull in opposite directions to tear it straight along the seam. When I'm satisfied with how much access I have, I let my left hand drag over her damp, red underwear until I bring it across her panties to hook into the soft fabric.

"Ruby?"

I look up at her, waiting until she lifts her head to look at me. My simple call for her name makes her realize what I am waiting for and I am answered with a simple nod. The small gesture is all I need to see before I carefully pull the cloth and carefully unveil her most precious gem.

The warmth that radiates from her gender brings a tingling sensation to my index and middle fingers when they pass over. The burst of her concentrated scent makes my head spin for a moment while I adjust. Her aroma has a unique scent, almost resembling roses to me, but at the same time it smells nothing like the thorned flower.

I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells.

I sate my own answer within seconds. I act on instinct and lean forward to bring my lips centimeters from her sex. I part my lips and use my tongue to travel the short distance and part her nether region with a very gentle, and careful flick. The moment the tip of my tongue brushes between her lips I get a strong taste from the trapped liquid that was sealed beneath. Without thinking I lean in, bringing my lips to her gender for another lick that delves in deeper than the previous. Her taste is definitely unique, and with each lick I find myself wanted to memorize it more and more.

My curiosity – no, my addiction – for her taste has my lips forming an airtight seal around her sex while my tongue swirls and ventures into her love tunnel. I've gotten so into her taste that I've failed to register how much she is kicking, squirming, and screaming from my unrestricted actions.

I've tortured Ruby too much to slow down at this point. My goal is to help her release all the energy and lust I forced into her. When I'm done with her I'll make sure the rest of our time together is with her tending to me instead.

I reach to my sides to grab Ruby's legs, hauling them onto my shoulders and tightening my grip on each to make sure she doesn't move them away. I turn her thighs into the perfect set of earmuffs for me to become immune to her screams of passion.

From her deepest walls I pull my tongue out and bring my wet muscle slightly higher than where I've been to find the solid, stiff little nub. My violent swirls from her love hole are switched with slow, spiraling flicks that only use the very tip.

I can feel her legs attempting to squeeze against my head, and I'm sure that the rest of her body is going through similar amounts of tension and uncontrollable movements. I'm forced to slide my right hand between the side of my head and her thigh to avoid having my head crushed. When I get my hand between I hook her leg and hold it underneath my arm while the other is still hugging the left side of my head.

With one ear uncovered I can hear her struggles for air, and the hasted whispers of my name. The tension building throughout her body is noted when her legs start to kick ever so slightly. On top of that I can feel her love button pulsate with need for more attention.

I'm more than happy to obligate myself with taking care of her. I lower my head back to its earlier position, causing the tip of my nose to brush over her nub at the same time my tongue delves back into her vicing tunnel.

The moment I go back to practically tongue-fucking her, she reaches down with both hands to grip the back of my head. She's practically whimpering my name along with pleas for me not to stop. She's reaching her limit rapidly, and I love each and every second I push her closer to the edge.

My left hand still has her panties pulled to the side with my index and middle fingers hooked into the fabric. I lift my thumb up to bring it near my nose, and more importantly to press it over Ruby's clit. I press onto the small nub gently at first, but as I start to move my thumb I press harder until I can feel her back arch until it's off of the bed, and another series of gasps and screams leave her lips. Each and every word she utters is spoken in an uninterpretable tongue. It isn't long until she's screaming at the top of her lungs.

I continue my relentless assault while she's lost in her orgasmic high, trying my best to prolong her mind-numbing experience. Surprisingly she grows silent after a few seconds of unending screams, and her body slumps back onto the bed. Out of worry I lift my head from her gender and crawl to her right side to assure she is okay.

Her mouth is wide open, eyes closed, and her chest is expanding and contracting with desperate need for air. While she's still recovering I lower my right hand between her legs and drag my middle finger down her slit to curl into her sex once more. Her chopped-exhale and slight giggle of a reaction tells me she is still sensitive, but not too much.

I carefully start to push two fingers into her. There's one more thing I want to take before anything else happens. Her eyes open slightly to look at me, and before she lets out any more moans she presses her lips to my neck. The vibrations from her lips make me giggle from the tickling sensation.

I'm up to my second knuckle inside her, inching closer towards her cherry with ease. She's so slick, yet still so tight around my digits that I need to add more force than I initially thought I would need. Just a little deeper and I will have something that Ruby will never forget about.

"Hey! You alright in there!? Rubes?"

Yang? Why is Yang here?

"She's sleeping, Yang." I call out.

In a panic I pull my fingers from Ruby while she pulls from my neck. She's still in a slight daze and practically incapable of moving properly. I look at the foot of my bed and quickly take a blanket that I have there to cover Ruby up to the waist. I then turn to my left shoulder to brush my lips against the sleeve of my shirt to wipe away the traces of Ruby's nectar before I go and answer the door.

"She was having a bad dream. She's fine." I explain while Yang walks by me to look at her sister who looks like she's just waking up.

"Nora called my scroll and said she heard screaming form our room. I kind of forgot my scroll and ran over here to make sure everything's okay." Yang smiles.

"She could still be having nightmares from that left hook you gave her." I fold my arms.

"You know what happened! She planned it." Yang defends. "Weiss was giving me an earful earlier . . ."

Not so soon after Weiss comes to the door with worry in her eyes. She walks right by me and Yang to my bed to check on Ruby who only smiles up at her girlfriend. To think they've been together less than a week and Weiss is already showing her affection more openly than before.

"Dolt. Don't make me worry over nothing." Weiss whispers while laying a hand on Ruby's cheek. The crimson warrior simply traps the hand between her cheek and shoulder and doesn't bother uttering a word. My guess is she still can't . . . or she's lost or voice partially.

I sigh and walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. After everything that happened I still didn't get to have my own needs sated. I suppose that's the life of a ninja. To take care of the objective without leaving any traces. To put personal needs aside and focus on the task at hand above all else.

Ruby may have Weiss, but I will forever be the one to watch her from shadows.

I will always be . . .

Ruby's Ninja of Love.

Yes . . . I did that. I'm an evil asshole.

My ship will always sail ;)