I only have 1 question. Why?

Joel was working on one of his builds when he started to feel light headed. He stopped working, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back at the build. Stuff was blurry but it wasn’t from lack of sleep or too much work. It was something else. He stood straighter up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to clear his head. He was still tired though, more than usual. And now his stomach felt like it was going to drop out of his body. He stood up and stumbled towards the door.

He realized what was happening, he was going into heat. Joel groaned with annoyance. It just had to start. He looked around his house trying to figure out if there was anything that could help him get through this. Nothing. No food, no water, nothing. He needed someone to take care of him. Someone who would keep him hydrated and fed. But all the people he knew were either busy or wouldn’t be able to come over.

He sighed and went to go find some clothes to change into. Something that would hide his scent better. His jeans were the first thing he grabbed. He pulled them off his legs and replaced them with sweatpants. He then got a hoodie, putting it on as well. He then went to grab a blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders as he left the house. He hated needing to be taken care of when he was in heat, but he couldn’t help it. He was just lucky that he had the time to go home and change before leaving.

He made his way down the street, heading to Etho’s base. He knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer. There was no answer, Etho might not be there, so he let himself in. He walked across the living room and went to the stairs. He made his way up to the second floor. He saw the door to Etho’s bedroom open and he made his way inside. Joel closed the door behind him before laying down on the bed. He curled up under the blankets.

He tried to ignore how everything smelled like Etho. He tried to ignore how warm he felt. Groaning, he pulled his pants down and started to stroke his cock. He moaned as he rubbed himself, getting harder by the minute. He continued to rub himself until he came. He moaned, cumming all over his hand. He cleaned himself up as best he could before pulling his pants back up. He lay down and fell asleep.

Etho came home later that day, he stopped when he walked in, smelling the air. He recognized Joel's sent, since he joined Hermitcraft he started to smell like cherry blossoms, and another, warmer sent. Heat, Etho realized, Joel was in heat. He walked up the stairs, opening the door to his bedroom. He smiled when he saw Joel sleeping in his bed. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, walking over to his bed. He sat down next to Joel, stroking his hair. Joel groaned in his sleep, curling into Etho's touch.

Etho smiled, pulled his mask down, and leaned over, pressing his lips against Joel's neck. Joel moaned, arching his back as he woke up. "Hi Joel", Etho said softly. "Mmh", Joel replied, turning to look at Etho. "What are you doing here?", he asked, blushing. "I live here, remember?", Etho asked, smiling. Joel nodded. "Yeah.", Joel said, blushing harder. "You're in heat", Etho pointed out. Joel nodded again. "Yeah, sorry about your sheets.", Joel mumbled. "It's alright", Etho said, leaning forward and licking the cum off of Joel's fingers. Joel moaned. "Do you need anything?", Etho asked, standing up. "Mmm-ater…", Joel said, sitting up as well. "Alright", Etho said, stepping away from the bed. He went downstairs and opened the fridge. He grabbed two bottles of water and brought them back upstairs.

Etho handed one of the bottles to Joel, who drank half of it immediately. "Thanks", Joel said, finishing the rest. "No problem", Etho said. He went back down and grabbed a couple sandwiches, bringing them back up and handing one to Joel. Joel took it and ate it slowly. "Are you okay?", Etho asked after Joel finished eating. "Yeah, I think so", Joel answered. "Good", Etho said, taking the plates back down and returning a few minutes later with some chocolate milk. "Here", he said, giving it to Joel. Joel drank most of it. "Feeling any better?", Etho asked. "Yeah, thanks" Etho bit his lip and tried to ignore the growing tent in his pants. "Uh, do you want to stay here tonight?", Etho asked, trying to act casual. "Uh… yeah, if you don't mind", Joel answered. "Not at all", Etho said, smiling. Joel blushed harder and laid down in the bed. Etho followed suit, crawling under the covers and snuggling close to Joel.

Joel curled into Etho's touch, he pressed his lips to Etho's neck leaving bite marks everywhere he could easly reach. "You know, you should probably stop doing that. You'll have a hard time explaining those to anyone who asks", Etho said. "Sorry", Joel mumbled, biting his lip. "It's fine", Etho said, kissing the top of Joel's head. Joel nuzzled closer to Etho, he put his hands on Ethos chest and pushed him down onto the bed. He straddled him and kissed him deeply.

Etho returned the kiss, running his hands over Joel's hips. He slid his hands down Joel's back, grabbing his ass and squeezing it gently. Joel moaned into the kiss. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Please.." Joel begged, but he wasn't for what exactly. He didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted this. He wanted to be with Etho.

Etho moved his hands down to Joel's waistband, pulling it down and off of him. He pulled the sweatpants off of Joel, tossing them somewhere in the room. "Lay down", Joel said, breaking the silence. "What?", Etho asked, confused. "Just lay down, please", Joel said, sounding desperate. Etho nodded, lying down on the bed. Joel climbed on top of him again, he started to kiss Etho's neck. He nibbled on it, leaving small hickeys all over it. He bit down on Etho's neck, drawing blood.

Etho gasped, but he didn't pull away. Joel moaned, grinding their hips together. He sucked on Etho's neck, loving the way it felt. Joel reached between them, he wrapped his hand around Etho's dick and began to stroke it. "Fuck", Etho groaned, bucking his hips slightly. Joel kept stroking his cock, moving faster. He was starting to feel good. "Mm-mm…", Joel moaned, his grip tightened on Etho's cock.

Etho groaned again, thrusting up into Joel's hand. Etho then grabbed Joel by the hips and rolled over so he was ontop of Joel. "Fuck me", Joel whispered, looking up at Etho. Etho froze for a moment. "What?", he asked, shocked. "You heard me..", Joel repeated, biting his lip. Etho swallowed hard. "I-I.. Are you sure you want to..?" Etho asked, trailing off. "Yes", Joel said firmly. "Okay then", Etho said, sitting up and grabbing his boxers. He pulled them off, revealing his hard cock.

He crawled back over to Joel and spread his legs apart. "Relax", Etho said softly, pushing his finger into Joel's hole. It was already slick. "Fuck…", Joel gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. He let out a low moan as Etho pushed a second finger inside of him. "Are you okay?", Etho asked. "Yeah", Joel said. Etho smiled and added a third finger to his hole. Joel moaned louder, spreading his legs wider for Etho. "Can I fuck you?", Etho asked, removing his fingers. Joel nodded quickly.

Etho lined his cock up with Joel's entrance and pushed himself inside of him. Joel moaned loudly, wrapping his arms around Etho's neck. Etho held onto Joel's hips tightly, thrusting into him slowly at first. He picked up speed, fucking Joel as fast and deep as he could. Joel cried out each time Etho bottomed out inside of him. He loved the feeling of being filled up by Etho. He loved the way it felt when they kissed. Joel gripped the sheets tighter as Etho fucked him harder and deeper.

Joel suddenly let out a loud cry as he came. Etho slowed down but Joel pulled him closer. "Keep going…" He whimpered. Etho nodded and started to thrust in harshly. Joel cried out again as he came again. Etho growled in pleasure. Joel panted as he relaxed around Etho. "Fuck", Etho groaned, slamming into Joel's prostate one last time before cumming inside of him. Joel moaned and arched his back. He wrapped his arms around Etho's neck once again. Etho took a few deep breaths before pulling out of Joel, flipping Joel onto his stomach, and then pressing himself back inside of him. He picked up speed, fucking Joel as hard and deep as he could.

Zedaph woke up feeling warmer than normal, thinking it was just the blanket wrapped around him he kicked it off, but when he didn't feel better, he groaned realizing he was in heat. He sat up and reached for his communicator, his mind racing with thoughts. He nocked down his glass of water on to the floor before he found his communicator, his eyes scanning the screen for one of his mates.

He clicked the chat for the first of his mates he saw, which was Tango. The screen flickered to life, displaying messages between them.

<Zedaph> Tang0 can you comw to mt base

He waited for what felt like forever before Tango responded, his heart racing with anticipation.

<TangoTek> I'm on my way

Zedaph let out a sigh of relief as he put the communicator down and waited for Tango to arrive. As he tossed and turned, the heat in his stomach only intensified, making his skin feel like it was on fire. He tried to focus on his breathing, but his mind kept wandering back to the discomfort that was growing by the minute. His thighs began to feel like they were glued together, and he couldn't help but rub his legs together.

The friction he created between his thighs was a small comfort, but it only seemed to make him more aware of the heat coursing through his veins. He let out a low groan, feeling like he was going to lose his mind if he didn't find a way to cool down.

With a sudden burst of frustration, Zedaph ripped off his pajama shirt and threw it across the room. He was starting to get desperate, and his usually calm demeanor was quickly giving way to panic.

As he lay there, his bare chest heaving with ragged breaths, he felt like he was going to implode from the inside out. He grabbed at the sheets, twisting and writhing as he tried to find some relief from the heat that seemed to be consuming him.

His small whines turned into moans as he continued to thrash about, his body wracked with discomfort. He felt like a wild animal trapped in a cage, unable to escape the torment that was ravaging his body.

The sound of a knock on the bedroom door was like a beacon of relief for Zedaph, who was starting to feel like he was going to lose his mind from the heat coursing through his veins. He groaned in anticipation, hoping that it was Tango on the other side of the door.

When Tango's head poked into the room, Zedaph's eyes lit up with hope.

"Zed?"

Tango called, his voice low and calm. As he sniffed the air, Zedaph could sense a hint of concern in his friend's tone.

"Oh, are you in heat?"

Tango asked, his voice tinged with amusement. Zedaph nodded weakly, feeling like he was on the verge of collapse.

Tango chuckled softly and pushed open the door, sauntering into the room with a confident stride. He sat down beside Zedaph on the bed, his presence a comforting balm to Zedaph's frazzled nerves. As he leaned against Tango, he buried his face in his mate's neck, seeking solace in the familiar scent of burnt copper emanating from his sent glands. Tango patted him on the back, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Be patient, let me tell the others,"

he said, his voice soothing. Zedaph moaned quietly, feeling like he was trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

As Tango pulled out his communicator and began to type out a message, Zedaph watched him with a mix of gratitude and desperation.

Tango's gaze lingered on Zedaph, his eyes searching for a glimmer of calm in the turbulent sea of his friend's emotions. But even as he tried to soothe Zedaph with his gentle words, Zedaph could sense the underlying tension beneath Tango's surface. It was a hunger that seemed to be growing by the minute, a hunger that was impossible to ignore.

Tango's tail flicked restlessly, a telltale sign of his own escalating emotions.

Just as Zedaph felt like he was drowning in the waves of Tango's emotions, the door creaked open and Skizz stepped into the room. He was holding a small bag of supplies, and as he moved towards Tango.

Impulse was right behind him, his eyes scanning the room. In the dimly lit room, Zedaph's whines echoed softly, a testament to his discomfort. Skizz, ever the attentive companion, responded by sitting down and gently pulling Zedaph closer to him. Zed drew in Skizz’s sweet sent. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as Skizz slowly removed Zedaph's pajama shorts, revealing the tender skin beneath and dragging a finger across Zed’s hole.

Tango leaned in close to Zedaph, his warm hands gliding along the contours of Zedaph's stomach. The touch was soothing, yet it elicited a groan from Zedaph, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Tango, sensing Zedaph's need for connection, placed a hand on Zedaph's cheek, drawing him in for a tender kiss.

As their lips met, Zedaph felt a sharp nip on his lip, Zedaph opened his mouth and Tango pushed his tongue into Zedaph's mouth, deepening the kiss. Meanwhile, Skizz trailed his fingers along the mating bites on Zedaph's neck.

As Tango's grip tightened as he pulled away, the husky growl escaping his lips betrayed his frustration at the loss as he pulled away. Impulse, sensing the tension, deftly repositioned Zedaph, leaning him against Skizz's broad frame. Skizz's nimble fingers reached around, brushing against Zedaph's dick with a teasing caress. Zedaph's hips involuntarily bucked up in response, eliciting a chuckle from Skizz.

“Someone's eager,”

he whispered, his breath tickling Zedaph's ear. Tango, unable to resist the allure, moved to sit in front of the pair. With a swift motion, he grabbed Zedaph, while Skizz firmly gripped his own member. As Tango slowly lowered Zedaph onto Skizz's throbbing erection, a moan escaped Zedaph's lips, his body melting into the sensation that enveloped him. The heat in his stomach eased a bit. Tango got closer and pressed his dick to Zedaph’s hole aswell. Zedaph clenched his teeth at the strech. A guttural moan escaped Zedaph's lips as the fullness of their connection filled him. Tango's strong hands found purchase on Zed's hips, and he began a rhythmic thrusting motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his lover's body. Each thrust seemed to hit Zedaph's prostate with precision, eliciting a moan of ecstasy that echoed through the dimly lit room. Tango's own body responded in kind, and he found himself caught in a whirlwind of desire that threatened to consume him. The heat in his stomach eased with each thrust, replaced by a sense of profound satisfaction and fulfillment.

Skizz's fingers dug into Zedaph's slender waist, gripping him tightly as Tango's thick length filled him to the brim. The sensation of having both men inside him sent shivers down his spine, a symphony of ecstasy that resonated throughout his entire being. As Tango withdrew, leaving Skizz still inside Zed, the blond's hot cum dripped from Zedaph's engorged hole, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking. Skizz gently picked Zed up and lowered Zedaph onto his back, his hands caressing Zedaph's hair, brushing away the sweat and that clung to his skin. The tenderness of Skizz's touch was a stark contrast to the raw passion that had just transpired, a reminder of the deep connection they shared. Suddenly, Zedaph felt the weight of hands pressing on his horns. He looked up to see Impulse's cock aligned perfectly with his mouth, a sight that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins. Without hesitation, he opened wide and Impulse thrust in, the force of the entry sending a wave of pleasure through Zedaph's body. He had to force himself to relax his throat muscles to accommodate Impulse's girth, a challenge that only heightened the intensity of the experience. Impulse's relentless thrusts sent Zedaph's senses into overdrive. He could feel the heat of their combined bodies, the sound of their heavy breathing, and the musky scent of their arousal. Each thrust seemed to fill him up more completely, stretching his limits and bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy. As Impulse reached his climax, Zedaph felt a surge of hot cum flood into his mouth. He swallowed it greedily, savoring the taste and the sensation of pleasure that it brought. When Impulse finally pulled out, Zedaph was left breathless and trembling. His body still tingling from the effects of the orgasm. Skizz and Tango gathered around him, their hands gently stroking his skin, a comforting touch that soothed his frayed nerves. Zedaph looked up at them, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.

Zed began to curl into himself, feeling warm and satisfied. The comforting embrace of the moment was a stark contrast to the intensity that was about to follow. As he lay there, basking in the afterglow of their previous encounter, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. His body was still tingling with the remnants of pleasure, and his mind was pleasantly hazy with the lingering effects of their passionate encounter. But then, a hand gently but firmly pushed on his back, causing him to shift and lay on his belly. The sudden change in position jolted him back to reality, and he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He knew what was coming next, and his body responded accordingly, his heart rate quickening and his breaths becoming shallow. As he lay there, he felt something hard press against his hole. The sensation was both familiar and foreign, a mix of excitement and trepidation that sent a wave of goosebumps across his skin. He knew it had to be Impulse, the one who had just given him so much pleasure. Impulse's presence was a comforting one, and Zed felt a sense of trust and safety in their hands. With a deep breath, Zed braced himself for what was to come. He felt Impulse's hand on his back, steadying him as they began to push in. The initial pressure was intense, and Zed couldn't help but moan in response. His body tensed up, and he felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as Impulse continued to push deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, and Zed found himself lost in the moment. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and his body was a battleground of sensations. He could feel every inch of Impulse as they moved inside him, and the intensity of the experience was almost too much to bear. But despite the discomfort, Zed found himself craving more. He wanted to feel Impulse's presence, to be filled and consumed by their passion. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he was more than ready for what was to come. As Impulse continued to push in, Zed felt himself being pulled deeper into the experience. His body was no longer his own, and he was at the mercy of Impulse's desires. He surrendered himself to the moment, allowing himself to be swept away by the intensity of their passion. And as Impulse finally settled into place, Zed felt a sense of completion wash over him. The pain had subsided, and all that remained was the overwhelming sense of pleasure that coursed through his veins. He was lost in the moment, and he knew that he would never forget this experience for as long as he lived.

As he lay there, Impulse's powerful thrusts relentlessly pounded against him, each surge reverberating through his very being. The intensity of the sensation was almost unbearable, like a torrent of electricity coursing through his body. With each thrust, Impulse tugged roughly at the wool on his back, causing him to grit his teeth in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The overstimulation was overwhelming, threatening to engulf him in a maelstrom of sensations. The room was filled with a symphony of sounds, the rhythmic pounding of Impulse's body against his, the soft rustling of the wool, and the occasional gasp or moan escaping from his lips. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, a heady mix that only served to heighten the intensity of the experience. As the moments passed, he found himself becoming more and more lost in the sensations, his mind and body completely consumed by the raw, primal energy that flowed between them.

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. Impulse, with a determined look on his face, pressed himself all the way in as he climaxed, filling Zedaph with a sense of warmth and satisfaction. Zedaph clenched his teeth, bracing himself for the intense sensation, and then relaxed as Impulse slowly pulled out, leaving Zedaph with a sense of emptiness that was quickly filled by Tango. Tango, eager to take his turn, moved over and took Impulse's spot behind Zedaph. Without wasting any time, Tango thrust himself in with a forceful and rapid pace, causing Zedaph to gasp and moan in pleasure. As Tango continued his relentless assault, Zedaph felt a gentle touch on his back. He turned his head to see Skizz, his eyes soft with affection, slowly stroking his own erection. Zedaph smiled at Skizz, his eyes conveying a deep sense of gratitude and love. As Tango continued to thrust, his pace unrelenting, Zedaph felt a sharp pain on his neck. He looked down to see Tango's teeth sinking into the spot where he had left his mating bite. The pain only served to heighten Zedaph's pleasure, and he began to let out a jumbled mix of words and moans, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through him. Skizz, sensing Zedaph's impending climax, moved closer, his hand still gently stroking his own erection. He leaned in and whispered words of encouragement and love into Zedaph's ear, his breath hot against Zedaph's skin. Zedaph felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him, a mixture of pleasure, love, and gratitude for the men who surrounded him. As Tango continued to thrust, his pace growing more and more frantic, Zedaph felt his own climax building, the pressure within him growing until it was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful thrust, Tango pushed Zedaph over the edge, and Zedaph let out a loud cry of pleasure as he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Zedaph then felt warm strings of cum hit his face as Skizz moaned.