#dfab!wol

But by the Twelve, you were not ready for the way he purred. Even his smell was more enticing than anything you’d experienced before. It took only ten minutes in the Nunh’s hut for you to realize why Y’shtola was so concerned: the U Tribe’s heat was far closer than you had anticipated. U’odh Nunh retained a sense of composure about him that almost made you question if he truly was the one who gave off the scent that was making the air feel so heavy. He listened earnestly, his ears flicking as he thought over your plea for his aid. His tail swatted behind him, and you watched as his eyes dragged across your form.

You could tell he was nothing short of a warrior with that gaze. His eyes, a sharp off-white that practically glowed in contrast to his dark skin, felt so heavy on you. He held mischief in him with how his lips quirked into a slanted grin. It was enough to make you nervous, to wonder just what was he thinking? You knew the traditions you would have to follow to gain his approval for the request: if you were an outsider who wished to have the aid of the Nunh, you must appease he and his tribe alike. 

It would have been simple during any other season, you were certain. Perhaps he would ask you to prove yourself through some menial tasks. Maybe you would have to fight something? Take part in a hunt? Your ears pressed flat against your head, watching U’odh stand. His arms crossed behind him as he rounded the table, your gaze never leaving him. He was silent in his movement, stalking behind you with only a light tap from his shoes on the rug below telling you where he went. 

The two Tias and attendants in the room watched him. You held your breath even, eyes closing as you urged the tension that filled the room to not affect you. Turning to face him would be an insult, showing your distrust. The temptation remained, however, especially when the other four Miqo’te in the room all seemed to glance at one another, sharing a silent but knowing look amongst them. 

The Tias both gave a nod towards U’odh. The attendants headed towards the door as U’odh spoke from behind you, “adventurrrrerrr...stay where you are," it was no mere request, the purr sending a shiver straight through your tail. The Tias followed after the attendants. The older of the two, a black-haired Seeker with glasses, remained silent as he walked past you without so much as a glance. The other grinned, white and black ears flicking.

“Good luck, Adventurer,” He whispered as he passed you, giving a sly snicker and wink before he disappeared from your view as well. The door shut and you felt the awareness of your situation grow. It was just the two of you now, the desire to turn around and see what the Nunh was doing stronger than ever. 

Your ears flicked, searching for any sort of sign or noise to tell you where he was and what he was planning. The heat coming from his body hit you first, his arms caging you as his hands pinned themselves to the table on either side of you. U’odh was close, the scent coming off of him so godsdamned strong as his hips pressed into your lower back. A small voice echoed inside how dangerous it was. Nunhs could set their female born tribe members into heat with the pheromones from their own, couldn’t they? Did it work if you were from another tribe…?

“You are so farrr from home at this time of year,” his voice was barely more than a growl as he spoke into the crook of your neck. “Tell me...have you no place? No Nunh?” 

“I-I….left,” you answer. “I felt a calling and...I followed it.” The Seeker hummed as his claws dragged across the wood of the table towards you, hands placing themselves cleverly. His right was on your hip, low enough to give his intent and high enough to show his respect; you were an outsider who did not belong to him. The Nunh’s advances were bold, something tribes looked down on. Were you claimed, his touch alone would be a threat to your Nunh. What if you were lying? He was playing a game of absolute risk.

U’odh showed no worry as his left hand was used to move your hair away from the sensitive nape of your neck, breath hitching as a single claw dragged along your skin. It was a special place for the Seekers; the nape of one’s neck was used to show if you’d been bred that season by the Nunh, his scent and mark being held to show his claim. The nerves were sensitive, something that no one dared touch casually, and it sent trembles through your body. U’odh was an experienced Nunh, nearly half his years spent in the role. There was no position or gesture he didn’t know, and touching such a place was no mistake.

He was serious: he truly meant to breed you. To claim you in ways your tribe’s Nunh failed to.

“I underrrrrstand...the call of adventurrre. You are herrre for aid because you seek to do what I have, arrren’t you? Slay the prrrimal Titan as I had in my youth?” He was asking but you knew well enough he was simply toying. Each word could be felt at your nape, his breath was so hot on your skin as his lips ghosted over the spot. Speaking was merely an excuse to tease. A deep breath to clear your mind failed, more of U’odh’s scent filling your head.

“Y...yes. I...I’ve slain a primal before--Ifrit. I can do it, I just need information,” you swallowed hard as the hand used to brush away your hair glided down your side, a single claw tracing the shape and dips of your curves.

“An imprrrressive feat. Adventurrrre is truly your calling but you...such a prrrretty thing...surrrely your Nunh wanted to keep you.” It was clever how he urged you to reveal what he wanted to know. He was a proper Nunh, after all: he took only what was unclaimed, especially if it was from another Nunh’s tribe. “How did you everrr manage to escape his grrrrasp?”

“He...ne...never ha-had me.” You could feel his fangs now, each word he had spoken enunciated by the way they scraped along your skin. It was foolish to tell him that, to tell him that you were free to take. Still, the words tumbled forth without much thought. “I didn’t...I wanted...to explore. To see more. If I….he wouldn’t….le...let…”

“Huussshhh,” U’odh pressed harder against you, the clear shape of his hardened cock impossible to ignore now. “You needn’t worrrrry about that now. Such a prrrrretty thing you arrre, though. And to have neverrrr had the touch of a Nunh? Such…..trrrrrravesties shouldn’t be allowed….but...we could….rrrrectify that. Wouldn’t you like a taste of it…? To have a Nunh?” 

“I...M-my….Titan-” you tried, U’odh silencing you with his right hand squeezing at your hip. It traveled down, slipping to your inner thigh. You felt a dull throb as a groan escaped, watching his left hand as it revealed a small drawer hidden under the table. He pulled out a slender vial that made your eyes widen.

“Just forrrr the night, prrretty thing. Forrrr a night, you will be brrred by your new Nunh….and then I will give you this...and aid you in yourrr quest.” His voice was deep, drowning you as each purr rumbled between your bodies. U’odh held the vial up, giving it a small shake in front of you. The tincture was popular amongst women who wished to prevent becoming impregnated, a special concoction created with Miqo’te heats in mind--no matter how much cum he filled you with, the tincture would take care of it. It would be like nothing happened, you told yourself as his right hand explored over the fabric of your pants. 

“Just...fforrr the night,” you purred back, face red at the way your tongue rumbled over the words. “One night...and then you give me the potion...and you help deal with Titan.”

“Aye, my prrretty thing. I am a man of my worrrd.” 

You nodded, eyes still locked onto the vial as it was returned safely to the hidden drawer. You found yourself licking your lips as it closed. “What...would you have me do?”

"What you would do forr any Nunh, my prrrretty thing,” U’odh mumbled into your ear as he nuzzled into your hair. A tight grip on your hips spun you to face him, your eyes locking and you could see the way his pupils were blown wide as he spoke in a growl, “prrresent yourrself."

Present yourself? You knew of the custom of course; a female to be bred was to position herself for the Nunh, bent over with their ass high and tail lifted out of the way. It was an unspoken welcome to the Nunh. All the female born Seekers were taught when they were of age, but you had chosen to not allow your Nunh into your chambers when Heat came: to be bred meant to be bound to the tribe and that meant ignoring the call to adventure. You would have kits, and such a responsibility was too much to balance with your status.

Still, you were no virgin. You were at secretly thankful you had taken on a few Tia lovers here and there to aid in the heats before. That you weren’t completely out of your element as you squeezed out from between his body and the table to give yourself the space needed to work at your clothes. 

U’odh watched you, drinking in the sight as you began with your shirt as his tail flitted about behind him. His own vest was shrugged off with ease. You shivered, fingers stumbling over the buttons. The Nunh caught it effortlessly. You avoided looking at him as he stepped forward and took your hands in his own as he pulled your bodies close once more.

"Prrrretty thing, why do you hesitate? Arrre you so inexperrrienced? Nerrrrvous?" The hand that held yours was callous and strong. U’odh dragged you close, chests pressed together as the vibrations of his purr thrummed through your body once more. The Nunh used a single finger to lift your chin. 

"I…. Told you,” your eyes slipped half-closed, gaze shifting to his lips as you mumbled. “I’m not…inexperienced but...my Nunh and I…”

U'odh stiffened, and for a moment you feared he would reject you. Of course. A Nunh was used to the pleasures of his tribe and of mates who had long since learned the art. You, on the other hand, chose adventure and never regretted the choice till that very moment. If this was to be the only way you would gain his favor then- 

"Sweet little thing….prrrrrrecious warrrrriorr…I told you, I am yourrr Nunh. You need only to say the worrrd and I shall do as all Nunh should." U’odh hummed, cutting your worries short.

"An…. And that is….?"

The distance between you shortened, his breath dancing on your lips he cooed, "Take carrrrre of you."

You felt consumed by him, the kiss earning a whimper from you as his hands dropped to your hips. It was little surprise that he was strong, yet you still yelped as the ground disappeared from under you and your legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct. His hands rested on your ass, holding you high as each breath you took was cut off with his lips. They were rough, your own more soft than his. Had your previous lovers’ lips tasted this good? 

The movement was barely registered past the way his steps made your body grind against him. His hair was soft, your fingers tangled as you pulled him in for more. How quickly that word took over your mind, a kiss alone sending you into a mantra of more, more, more. 

It was miserable being let go of, spilling back onto the table as he laid you out before him. The whole of your body felt cold, the loss of his lips being the worst of it all. Propping yourself up with your elbow, you watched as his hands slid along the length of your thighs. “U’odh….?”

“Hussh, Prrrretty thing,” he cooed, the man dropping to his knees as he spread your legs, hooking them over his shoulder. “I am yourrr Nunh, rrrrememberrr? When we brrrrreed, you call me Odh.” You flushed at the gesture, his true name being granted to you so easily.

“Y-Yes Od-Oh!” You jolt as his tongue dragged over the fabric of your pants. His ears flick as he grins from between your thighs, arms wrapped around your legs so he can hold you to him. You could feel the muscles tense as he pressed his mouth to your core. Each breath he took was deep, inhaling your scent as he nuzzled closer. It was frustrating, your hips rutting of their own will in the hops that the feeling your clothes dulled would become stronger. 

You were no match for his experience, no matter how many Tias you had bedded before.

He looked up, eyes glowing with mischief and you swore you could feel his smirk through your clothes. U’odh stood, taking your legs with him and making your back arch. All that remained on the table was your shoulders and head, thighs still over the Nunh’s shoulders. 

“If you wish to fight the prrrrrimal,” U’odh spoke between each kiss and lap of his tongue, the blood rushing to your head making the pleasure rattle through your senses harder than before. “You will need...betterrr arrmorrrr, Warrriorrr.”

“B...Better...armor?” You asked, your mind hazed over from the feel of his mouth. The fabric around your sex was soaked now, the question of if it was your need or his tongue being the leading cause becoming impossible to answer. “What...where would I…? Wha...what is...wrong with….”

“The fabrrric...it’s much too thin,” U’odh hummed, shoulders rolling as he moved his hands from your knees. You watched best as you could at the given angle as his grip slipped to your inner thighs, inches from your core. “I shall supply you with something strrrongerr. It’s the least I could do afterrrr this.” 

“After what-?” The tear of fabric cut your words short, your heart skipping at the realization. His claws dug into the fabric, shredding easily as he tore both pants and smallclothes alike. The Nunh’s breath was impossibly hot, the man not sparing a single second before rejoining his mouth with the newly exposed slick folds.

Your own claws dug into the table, tail bristling and wrapping around one of U’odh’s arms. You were certainly no stranger to pleasure, and to say you’d never had a lover taste you would be untrue. But his tongue, his mouth-

The Nunh’s experience was clear as he sucked at your clit, the pressure calculated and knowing. Each stroke of his rough tongue sent a shiver through you, every noise he drew from you causing his ears to flick. 

“O-Odh...I-I...Haaahhoooww?” It was maddening, the Nunh pinning each of your sensitive spots within moments. The familiarity he approached you with was that of an old lover, every secret unfolding before him with utter ease. 

“Oh, prrretty thing,” he moaned, the expression he wore nothing short of lewd. His mouth was shimmering from the liquid, mouth hung open as his tongue resisted being more than even an ilm away from your cunt. Never had you seen anything like the look in his eyes, his pupils reminiscent of a Hyur’s through his hooded gaze. “Prrrrrecious Darrrrling, do you not know...how sweet you arrre? Such a delicious flavorrr you possess...Yourrr poorrrr Tribal Nunh--he knows not what a trrrreat he has lost.”

His ministrations were highlighted with a flick of his tongue and your back arched, tail squeezing at his arm as tightly as it could manage. He nuzzled into your thighs, his facial hair tickling at the skin your torn pants no longer covered as his purrs vibrated against the sensitive bud that absorbed his focus. 

“Oh Gods,” you whimpered, the table splintering under your claws as the heat built in your belly. How had you never had a lover purr for you like this before? Your hips rolled, curses for all your past lovers failings slipping away. “Cl….cllooossse! O-ohh….Oodh!” 

The pressure was maddening, the whole of your core throbbing as you teetered. It was close, so close! You could feel how your sex throbbed, beckoning to be filled. Your mind melted into more, more, more until-

He stopped. 

“No! N-no...nono, noo-ooo, O-Odh why!?” You squirmed, voice barely more than a mewl as your legs kicked behind his head. You tried to curl forward to grab at his hair, unable to do much with the majority of your body being lifted off the table still. A slick smirk danced across his lips and you wanted nothing more than to shove his mouth back where it once was. “I-I was...sssooo close! Wh...why would you..?” 

“Prrrecious little thing...you trrrruly think I would let you be spent so soon?” He licked his lips, slow and deliberate as he seemed to savor the remnants of your taste. “I’ve yet to even begin with you.”

Your body reconnected with the table, legs still in the air as U’odh held them to his chest. He pressed forward, the wet mess of your near orgasm soaking into his pants. It was impossible to resist the urge to grind your hips at the feeling of his clothed erection against you. The man’s ears flicked, a small grunt and shiver telling you that the friction worked at making him lose just a fraction of control. 

Your shoes were tossed with another promise for replacements that you hardly cared about hearing. All focus was on how you squirmed against him--to feel as much as possible as he worked off the tattered clothes from your hips. There was hunger in his movements that grew with each successful grind. He eyed you as a predator would, claws making simple work out of your shirt as they would if you’d been nothing more than prey beneath him. 

The thought was shamefully exciting. 

The air was cold against the heat of your skin, breasts bare to him. An instinctual reach to cover yourself was halted with a growl, U’odh eyeing you as he pressed your wrist to the table above your head.

“You don’t hide frrrom yourr Nunh, Prrretty thing. I get to see all of you.” His words came out as a hiss, head ducking down to take a sensitive nipple in his mouth. The harsh bang of your body jolting echoed in your head as U’odh worked both wrists into one hand. His free hand explored, claws dragging along your skin until he reached the breast his mouth left unattended. 

“I-I’m ss-Sorry, Oh-dh!” Your voice breaking as he nipped at the underside of your breast, sucking at it until you felt a mark bloom. Each jolt from his attention caused your hips to grind together, his cock teasing through even the thick layers of his pants. 

The seeker shifted, mouth taking in the nipple that had been pinched between his fingers. Every ilm burned, his hand dipping along your naked torso until it was no longer touching you. There was a sort of rattle and the sound of fabric dropping was registered. Your ears swiveled, trying desperately to locate the source--you’d been stripped bare already...what cloth had he removed? 

The press of his hips was a simple answer, the belts and fabric that had been wrapped around him no longer in the way. The outline of him was unbearably clear now, the head of his cock almost teasing to press into you already, and a bold desire sparked inside your chest. 

Squirming, you managed to loosen his grip, breaking your wrists from his grasp with a sudden tug that seemed to throw him off. U’odh may have taken on the role of your Nunh, but you were still a warrior and to forget that would be his own error. 

The wood of the table scraped along your spine as you slid forward, the press of his hips allowing his cock to slip along your torso. You wanted, for a moment, to feel it against every ilm of your body. The Nunh took a forced step back once your knees hit the floor, his tail fluttering behind him. A thick brow raised as he watched you, his gaze locked with your own as you felt pride in surprising the experienced man. 

Your right hand clung to the leg of his pants, left slipping around the thick girth that pressed desperately against the fabric that contained it. A shy tongue lapped over the fabric, tasting cotton-soaked need from your own sex being pressed against him. He snarled, hissing at the touch as he bent forward. The smell of his cock was strong, the pheromones rooting themselves deep within you as you nuzzled into his groin. If he hadn’t triggered your heat before, it was certainly happening now. 

“Odh...my Nunh…” You spoke with a gasp, mind hazy as your actions were now melting into simple instinct. There was no want for anything more than what was efficient, his pants pulled just low enough for his cock to be free. 

The smell was everything now: your thoughts, cravings, and wants all focused on the scent alone. Air tasted of U’odh Nunh’s heat, the sight of him making your head spin. Tia you had seen before, but what was before you made what you had known seem like a cheap imitation. 

The Nunh was thick, red slick skin already wet from the pre-cum that dripped out of the tapered tip. Small bumps seemed to line its length, ending at the base of his cock where his knot was. 

Oh Gods, the knot. 

Every bit of him was shaped to breed, the angled tip lining up perfectly for the task, you imagined. It made you shake, imagining the volumes of cum that he would press into your core. The hole his precum was leaking from was sizable, easily fitting the tip of a curious tongue, U’odh groaning as he gripped the table’s edge as your thoughts filled solely with the thick taste. Your hands became slick with a single stroke of the length, both being used to encompass the full girth of his knot. 

“Currrrrrious thing arrrren’t you?” U’odh released the table with one hand, stroking the top of your head as you looked up at him. He shivered at the sight, the tip of his cock still in your mouth and your pupils blown as wide as his own. Your ears twitched in thought; there was an innocence in the way you attended him. Your head shifted, turning to different angles to better feel the shape with both lips and tongue, caring little for the noisy nature of your curiosity. The odd scrape of the teeth made him hiss, gripping the top of your head between your ears. “Do you like the taste, Prrretty thing?”

A whimpered groan was all that could be managed, the thought of taking the Nunh’s cock fully out of your mouth rejected entirely. It was so warm, the pre-cum being swallowed thickly with each bob of your head. U’odh remained still, giving you control over the little experiment until your boldness grew--he was much too entertained by your curiosity to stop it.

In a daring movement, you pushed forward, mouth stretching as much as it could as the tip of his cock pressed to the back of your throat. His knot was close, the puffs of air from your nose hitting the sensitive bulge. The Nunh twitched, hips thrusting forward on instinct and choking you as the knot pressed fully into your nose. He tugged you back from your hair, his cock fully springing out with a pop from your lips. 

“Odh,” you whimpered, tongue still hanging past your lips and curling towards the cock. Put it back, put it back, put it back--

“Darrrring arrren’t you? To take so much yourrr firrrst time with a Nunh--you certainly have the attitude of a Prrrrimal slayerrr.” He jerked your head back, forcing your gaze up and away from his sex. The grip on your hair was rough, your tail flicking in response to the pain infused pleasure of it. His own seemed to be moving a lot behind him as well, glimpses of white catching your eye as you tried to look down your nose--trying desperately to see the twitching cock before you. 

Thoughts of anything other than his cock were few and far between, the heat radiating from it still near your skin. It hit your throat most of all, the idea of swallowing it consuming your being. A hand reached up only to be smacked back by the Nunh. He growled, another tug of your hair drawing out a whimper. When was he going to give it back? 

A hiss slipped past your lips as something wet hit your breasts. U’odh had taken his cock in the hand that had pushed yours away, a small stroke encouraging more precum to dribble out. It dripped onto your skin, setting it on fire as it slid along the curve of your breasts and over the perk of your nipple. Without much thought, the hand he’d rejected reached up and rubbed the thick fluid into your skin, eyes slipping closed as you moaned with an open mouth.

“You arre darrring,” U’odh decided, watching the sight of you. It was shameful--the great warrior reduced to a squirming mess as you pressed your thighs together. The other hand joined now, both breasts being massaged with his precum. It was slick, the smell dizzying and warmth wonderful. You barely registered the tut-tut he gave. “Naughty as well...to think I’m the firrrst Nunh to have you….”

Cock still in hand, he gave the length another stroke before using it to smack your face, regaining your attention. A single eye opened, vision utterly glazed over as the heat against your cheek pressed. You tried to lick the length near the edge of your mouth, unable to fully turn with his grip still in your hair. He watched with clear amusement as you chose to instead nuzzle into his cock, nose bumping against its heat. All rational seemed to be completely faded away, an afterthought to the craving of more, more, more. His grip loosened.

“Tell me, adventurrrerr, what is it you want? What would please my prrrecious little loverr?” 

But a single bell ago, you would have answered differently. Aid in slaying Titan, perhaps, is what you would have said. His approval as one of five from the Company of Heroes, even. A single bell ago, those things mattered, but not now.

“Youuu,” was the answer instead. “Brrrrrreed me, my Nunh.” You spoke in a sigh, your head turning so that the underside of the sensitive knot could be covered in fluttering kisses. U’odh chuckled, a pleased purr rumbling in his chest as your eye slipped closed once more. He let your hair go completely now, returning to the gentle strokes over your sensitive ears as you squirmed at his feet. 

“Then I will tell you again, my prrrretty little thing: prrresent yourrself to me.” The words themselves sent a wave through you, an unrestrained moan escaping as one last drag of your tongue traced his cock’s length. It would be where it belonged soon-oh so soon.

Your legs shook as you stood, U’odh holding you up by your arms as you leaned against him. Your lips continued a trail along his skin, clumsy and disorganized over his chest. The scars of his past victories earned your tongue, tracing the lines and punctuating each with another kiss. The man let you cling to him as he stripped the remaining clothes with quick ease, progress hindered only by the groan as your mouth stopped at his chest. A clever tongue flicked his nipple as it was revealed with the discarding of his shirt, the gesture returned with a nip at your ear.

He grabbed your hips, turning you both so your back was to the door and his to the table. He gave a single sharp order: “Turrn.” You did just that, knees weak as you realized that you were now facing the door. It hadn’t been locked, had it? At any moment, it could be swung wide open and you would be seen completely. The realization was exciting, the rattling shiver it sent through you making you drop to all fours before the Nunh. 

Your breath hitched as you heard the Seeker drop behind you and grabbed you by the sensitive nape of your neck, your face pressed into the rug. You arched on instinct, ass high in the air and tail lifted even higher and curling out of the Nunh’s way. He laughed, a single finger sliding along your slick folds. “To think you werrre so shy beforre. Has the embarrrrasment passed?”

Words failed, and you could only reply with a whine as U’odh chuckled once more. It was embarrassing, but the maddening need of your freshly triggered heat didn’t care for what made you feel embarrassed or not. All that mattered was that you had more, more, more.

“O-Odh….” you managed when he pressed against you. Still, he did not fill you. Instead, his cock was rubbed along your slit, the tip pressing into your clit and making your body spasm as your thighs became drenched in the mixture of fluids from you both. “M...my Nunh….Please….”

“Such a strrrong herrro you arrre...and yet here you arrre, rrrreduced to such a cute little kit beneath me…” His tail flicked, tickling your leg as it swept past. Everything about you felt so aware as you focused, desperate to feel every ilm of him entering you. 

At first, you worried he may deny you such pleasure, the tip of his cock instead pressing against your hole and simply rubbing barely a quarter of an ilm as his pre-cum circled the tight entrance. It was agony, his grip on the nape of your neck holding you down as his other hand gripped your tail and made you yowl. You couldn’t even move backwards, locked in place by his hold. 

“O-Odh….M...My Nunh….p...p-puhllleeease…” You cried, tail curling and flicking in the air. “I...you have….you have to...put it...put it inside…” Why wasn’t he? Surely he wouldn’t leave you at such a miserable edge, not while he was in his heat as well. “Y-You...you said you...w-wuh...would...be my...my Nunh.”

“I did, didn’t I? Prrrretty little kit, I think a night may not be enough forrrr you…” Finally, an ilm. Your breath hitched, eyes wide and fingers digging at the rug. It was finally there, the heat of the first ilm of five snug inside your cunt. Four more, and the delicious knot would be next. “Perrrrhaps I should keep you....I wouldn’t want to make the same mistake yourrrr trrribe made.”

Another half ilm, and your tail thumped against his chest. Were all Nunh this cruel? You weren’t sure you could handle such torment. He didn’t move either, instead opting to remain painfully still as you tried to squirm, fidget, wiggle--anything to get even an onze of friction. Still, you tried to think about what he said.

“I...I have to...Th-There was suh...something I…” Why did you say only a night? Why not stay forever? The question rattled for only a moment, the rumble of U’odh’s chuckle being felt even through the connection of your sex with his. 

“Oh yes, that’s rrrright. Poorrr little thing….you have prrrrimals to slay, don’t you?” He teased, a mischievous lilt to his voice. Any response you could have made was cut short by another half ilm: two now, two whole ilms were inside and there were just a little more than three now-

You should have cared more for what he said or even for the reason you were there in the first place. Instead, the cycle of more, more, more spoke over your thoughts. Still, he didn’t move, intent on waiting for your response before granting you any more of his cock.

“R-rrrrri-AH-ight,” you jolted as he squeezed the base of your tail. Your claws hooked into the rug as you dragged them down, trying desperately to create more movement between the two of you. “T-Titan...I ha-avve to...ssssssslaay the….prrrrimal…”

“How arrre you planning to accomplish that? Do you plan to fuck the Prrrrimal? Just look at you…” U’odh hummed, your tail curling up the arm that held it. He pulled you back onto another ilm and you moaned openly at the way the girth began to stretch your cunt to its shape. “Prrrretty thing, rrrreduced to nothing morrre than a hungrrry little kit begging forrr a sweet. Don’t you want morrrre?” 

“Yes!” You gasped out immediately, your eyes snapping open at the sound of the word more. You pushed to lift yourself, trying to look back at the Nunh. He stopped you, the grip on your nape tightening as he pressed you back down to the floor. Try as you might, the cruel grip on your tail held your hips still, stopping any attempts at moving towards the Nunh to take in more, shame long since forgotten. “Y-Yees-oh, Odh, please--! Please, mmorrrre! Y-Yuh….Y-Youu said….plee-aahze!” He laughed as you begged, and allowed you the third full ilm. 

“Prrrretty kit...Prrrrecious mate...don’t you want to have this everrrry season? To be brred and fucked so wonderrrrfully?” The Nunh leaned in, much as he could without pressing his hips closer, and tugged you back to arch closer as he spoke into your flickering ear. “Say the worrrd, prrrretty thing, and you will be mine. Everrrry season I’ll fill you and you won’t even have to beg.”

The promise made you sob, all sound halting in your arched throat. The fourth ilm entered even slower than the last, pausing momentarily after only half of the full ilm before he continued. Your foot thumped uselessly against the floor as you felt your sanity leave in waves. It was thick, yet you felt yourself stretch over his girth with more ease anything you’d ever done in your life. It made little sense to you, how the thick size of it could slide inside of you without so much as a single onze of resistance, the only lubrication needed being your mutual arousal. Yet, on another note, it made perfect sense how he filled you.

He was your Nunh now, after all, and as your Nunh, it was simply his job to give more, more, more. U’odh rocked, ever so slightly, with those four ilms he let you have. Finally, some friction. Still, you needed more, more, more! It wasn’t enough yet, not until his knot was fully inside. 

“Y...yes…Yes! Yes, I’ll...ah...ah I’ll...I’ll be yours a-and...you...Your kits!” The words spilled from your mouth, rapid and clumsy as you tried to urge him. Desperate to convince him to fuck you already. “I-I’ll give...so many...as...mme….ma...many...as you... want! I’ll...have...a-all th..the kits...you want…Y-You’ll...be their Daddy! A-All you want! P-Please, Odh! By the t-Twelve just….just fuck me!” 

The final ilm hit you without pause. U’odh tightened his grip back onto the nape of your neck, claws digging into the sensitive skin as your face was practically slammed hard into the floor as the other hand tugged your tail back into his thrust. The feeling made you choke, eyes rolling back as you felt whole. 

“Thhhaa….thaank...yu...yoouuuhh! Th-thank..y-you...sssshoo mmuch, Daddy~!” You moaned, a messy smile fucked onto your face as he thrusted again and again, more and more and more. Your tongue lulled, drool finding its way down your cheek and onto the rug. The Seeker grunted, his grip on your tail loose enough now that you could finally move along with him. 

“Mmmnf...oh-Odh...gi-give...y-your kits! I-I’ll make you...a Daddy! Again! And again! A-All you want! Mmmy Nunh!”

“Prrrretty thing--” U’odh groaned, pressing his chest to your back as he fucked you. “Prrrretty thing….you arrre so filthy-”

“Y-yea-uh,” you agreed, hardly caring if it were true or not. His cock pressed inside so deep like this, the knot hitting your clit with each thrust. When had you learned to move your hips like this anyways….? “A-Ah...aahh-abso...lutely!”

“Ha..have you...everrr felt...so good?” His breath was on your nape, his other hand moved from the base of your tail to your ass. U’odh squeezed as he helped you fuck yourself on his cock. His own breath was coming out more rigid than before, the hot air tickling you. “P-Prrretty thing...t...tell me...what you want.”

“Cummm! Cum and k-kits. Mmmaake me...m-mommy and...y-you can be...D-Daddy-!” Gods, your throat was hoarse, mouth dry as you tried to swallow down more air. Your breasts ached, the friction of the rug resembling the rough tongue of a Miqo’te against your nipples. For a moment, you thought to contain yourself--to try and quiet your cries and moans. You were still facing the Gods damned door. Surely whatever whorish noises you were making escaped the hut easily, yet only a small portion of you cared. 

Who cared who walked in? Worst they could do is join or simply watch, marveled by the sight as U’odh’s cock pressed against your core. How you wished you could see it yourself: the sight of his cock’s length burying itself inside your heat as he rutted against you. Surely your cunt would be red with the abuse, his knot threatening to enter you. You felt your hips roll at the thought, tongue curling as the image of another Seeker joining, whether it be another female to be bred by U’odh or a Tia to suck. All that mattered was that you felt more, more, more.

Lost in thought, you’d failed to realize just how close the knot was getting to filling you until a final hard thrust popped the knot through your tight entrance. It was all so much, the entirety of your being burning as toes curled and eyes rolled back and fluttered. The knot filled and locked you under him, his grip on your neck releasing and moving to your hips. For a moment, you thought to ask why he’d let go, the pressure on your nape being wonderful.

U’odh didn’t allow such a question to form.

His teeth sank into your nape, the sensitive skin screaming at the attention. He sucked hard, bruising and marking the spot you were claimed. The cry that erupted from your throat was foreign, your body quaking. U’odh moaned loudly into your neck, his body shivering as your orgasm made your cunt squeeze his cock and knot. 

Still, he continued to thrust into your sensitive heat. Your tail curled around him, joining his as each movement sent another wave of pleasure through you, your belly twisting with another orgasm threatening. Moans and cries escaped without shame and by the Twelve you hoped the whole tribe knew. You, an outsider, were bred first for the season. The thought made you grin into the floor, any other responsibility long forgotten as U’odh stilled and pressed. Your eyes closed as he growled, blissful as you focused on the way his knot throbbed with each glob of cum he released into your cunt. If you tried to focus, you could feel it traveling along the length of his shaft too, pulsing deep at the core of you as you were bred. 

“O-Odh….mmm...my Nunh,” you sighed happily as he released your nape, the cool feeling of his tongue lapping over the blooming mark being followed by a kiss. He trailed along your spine as he rolled himself back into an upright position behind you, claws releasing your hips as the pads of his thumbs massaged into your skin. His knot remained inside, your recent orgasm still throbbing over him. He purred, hummed, and ran his hands along the curve of your back. He massaged the mark, pleased to show the world how you’d been bred. 

“Prrrrrrecious thing...oh how I want to keep you…” You gave a content flick of your tail in response, humming along with him. His hands continued to travel along you, rubbing and pressing along your spine. It ached, to be in such a position, but you lacked the strength to even try to lift yourself. “Perrrrrhaps...when you arre done being a herrrro.”

“Don’t….wanna be a hero….I want...more of that,” you confessed with a mumble. The Nunh chuckled as he let himself nestle behind you, sitting back on the floor. Your hips followed, the connection between your bodies still intact as he pulled you up. A sigh escaped as your eyes closed, his arms wrapping around you. The man held you close to his chest, a hand absentmindedly rubbing your stomach. The front of you was cold, your back soaking in body tingling warmth from the Nunh. You rested your own hand over his. 

“My prrrecious adventurrrerr...you will always have plenty of time afterrr, just as I do,” He spoke softly, nuzzled into your neck as his purr vibrated against your shoulders. “I will wait...and brrreed you when such a time comes. You’ll be filled with kits next I get my claws on you,” he promised. The idea of it, though it was not something you’d entertained before, was wonderful.

“Verrrry well,” you purred back, nuzzling back into him as your tails danced together, twisting together. “But….”

“But?” An eye cracked open to meet his curious gaze from over your shoulder. You grinned. 

“You said a night...did you not? I don’t think the sun has even set yet, my Nunh.” You felt a wide, fanged grin against your neck. U’odh shifted, kissing the back of one of your ears. “If you are to give me such a powerful tincture in the morning...should we not ensure it is well worth the use?”

“Aye, I did say that...and I am a man of my worrrrd.” The man grinned, eyes filled with the kind of mischief and energy only a Tia could rival. “I hope you have plenty of time to rrrrest anotherrrr day, prrretty thing. You’ll not have any tonight if we arrrre to test the strrrrength of the tincturrrre.” 

You squirmed, feeling his knot finally pop out and the thick puddle of cum soak your thighs. Twas no loss, not with how much was to come anyways. Twisting around on his lap, you straddled him and pressed your chest into the warmth of his. His lips claimed yours, tongue teasing and swiping at your fangs as he leaned forward, your back slowly meeting the floor as his hands wandered. 

Forgetting such a night would prove impossible.

In the morning that followed, you would indeed consume the tincture, ensuring no kits this season. Still, you’d leave with U’odh’s word that he would aid you, new armor to protect you, and a sly grin as you stole one more kiss before returning to your role as the Warrior of Light. There would be but a single thought in your mind.  

Needless to say, the succulent pastry was scarfed down in about five seconds. Chomping down the last bite of the delicious treat left you wanting for more, but you restrained yourself in favor of minding the time. You didn’t want to be late for your meeting with Thancred. It had been awhile since you’d last seen him, and your concern for his well-being and eagerness to see him far outweigh your need for another crepe.

And that’s how you landed here.

While making haste to the Aetheryte, you were unable to stop marveling at your surroundings.

It seems as though you’re were early, though. Thancred’s nowhere in sight, leaving to your own devices. Well, at least there’s plenty to look! Your gaze flutters around the arera, taking in the pure mystique of it, catching bits and pieces of passing conversations. 

In the middle of hearing a fae’s qualms about the recent rains, something peculiar begins to rise within you. A steady, building heat that causes sweat to gather on your brow. Maybe it had just gotten hotter out? But that did little to explain the mounting arousal between your thighs. Your absentmindedly rub your thighs together, frowning when it did little to alleviate the tension.

Your lower stomach begins to tingle, a warmth bubbling in your body and making your cheeks much too hot.

This is unlike you. You know your body, and you know that this isn’t normal. 

Panic begins to set its claws into you as you desperately try to figure out what’s wrong, bouncing on your heels to the side of the clearing, unseeing gaze fixed on the gleaming Aetheryte.

Should you try to find a healer? Maybe ask around—gods no, you’d die of embarrassment!

Heading back to your inn room seemed ideal. Teleporting shouldn’t take too much out of you, but Thancred—

The sound of your name brings your thoughts to a cold, dead stop.

“There you are,” Thancred says, unmistakably happy to see you. Your heart jumps in your chest, the steady rhythm pounding in tandem with the thrum of arousal in between your legs. The afternoon sunlight catches on his stark, white hair and your pulse jumps, sings in relief at the sight of him, “My apologies. I mixed up where we were supposed to meet–was wandering around downtown like a lost fool.”

“Oh, it’s fine!” you assure him hastily, and it’s impossible to stop your gaze from running over his face. There’s the ever beguiling angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips–where your attention lingers for much too long before flickering downwards, “I wasn’t waiting for too long!” You get to the firm shape of his chest, outlined lovingly by his tight armor, before getting ahold of yourself and looking him in the eyes.

Which, is a bad decision, because oh gods, he’s looking at you and you suddenly feel like some hapless, giddy school child experiencing puppy love for the first time–besides the mounting, insistent need coiling inside of you.

“How blessed I am to be forgiven so easily,” the lavish croon of his voice makes your spine prickle, “Come along, we have all of Il Mehg to explore. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up on the way, I’m sure.” 

He gives your shoulder a firm pat, and even with the frustrating barrier of cloth between you, you feel another shock of need.

“Y-Yep! That sounds fi-fine,” you jump from your standing position and begin to scurry in the direction of the western exit, which leads out to a large, welcoming field of flowers with a few large, scattered trees. 

There’s the thumping of Thancred’s boots behind you, and you don’t need to look at him to know he’s eyeing you with contemplative concern. 

You’re more interested in the idea of being chased–Thancred chasing you, being down on you from behind, pinning you to the ground–

No, no, bad. If you keep thinking like that, you’ll lose your wits and actually do something you might regret!

“Are you feeling alright?” he inquires as he matches your pace. You are very decidedly not alright, caught between cancelling this entire outing entirely, asking him to fuck you senseless behind one of those trees, or continuing to weather the strange, mounting symptoms until the day’s end. The latter option sounds the most unappealing. “You’re usually not so…”

“I’m fine,” you say, too quickly, too firmly. There’s a nervous bounce in your step as the both of you pass underneath the pearly gate and into the wilderness. Distantly, you wonder if one of the flowers from that delectable pastry is responsible for this, and if so, wonder which kind it is, “Just, uhm, feeling a little off today, is all. It’s nothing I c-can’t sleep off.”

“If you say so,” he says slowly, skepticism clear as day in his voice, “So! Where would you like to head first? There’s Longmirror Lake–I hear the massive ruins of an ancient city lay underneath it! Of course, there’s also the impossible to miss castle in the middle of Longmirror…”

He goes onto list several possible spots you could visit, outlining the best parts of each, but you have a hard time parsing his words when you’re so focused on the rhythmic sound of his voice, coupled with whatever ailment insists on ruining your day. Had it stayed to a minimal level, you likely would have been able to ignore it–but your knees are getting weak and the subtle movement of your clothes against your skin is suddenly more grating than ever before. The overwhelming scent from your floral surroundings only contributes to your dizziness.

Thancred says your name a second time, and shakes his hand in front of your face, jolting you from a daze you didn’t even know you’d been in. 

“Any of those are fine–whichever you want,” you bring a hand up to rub at the bridge of your nose. Your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth. 

“Alright, we’ll head to the lake, then. It’s the closest one,” fortunately, he has no qualms about making the decision. You’re hyper conscious of the air against your skin, your clothes weighing down your body, clinging with sweat. The scent of the flowers, Thancred’s warm presence beside you. Your fingers curl into tight fists, palms much too hot and slick.

“Okay,” you say and your voice is strained.

It’s eating at you. It’s eating at you and you can’t stand it. With every step, you feel the moisture that’s gathered on your undergarments rub back against your cunt. Your gaze flicks to look at him, fixing on the angle of his jawline, on the elegant shape of his nose.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he turns to look at you, lips upturned in a slight, amused grin. Prick, stupid prick and his perfect face–you’re suddenly stuck by the idea of your thighs clenched on either side of his head, his tongue dragging up and down your clit, lips working relentlessly at your cunt while his hands grip you tight. You take a sudden, deep inhale and you realize that you’ve stopped in place.

He repeats your name and suddenly, he’s much closer, leaning into your space and narrowing his eyes. You wish you were anywhere but here, right now, because all you can do is stare at his lips with wide, hungry eyes and hold your breath.

“Pardon my assumption, but you certainly don’t look alright to me. You’re not acting like yourself and your pupils are the size of dinner plates,” he says. He leans in and presses his forehead against your own to check your temperature, and his innocent concern seals both your fates.

Your mind gives out.

Whatever you’d been poisoned with possesses you for that one moment and before you could even realize it, you seal your lips against his own.

Oh gods, oh gods– Your brain ceases to work as panic wars with your ailment, and your body all but crumples into his arms, face pressed to his chest. He catches you, of course he does, because he’s Thancred. He’s Thancred, your Thancred–

“Oh, my god,” your voice is a mere whisper against his chest. Your left hand presses against his abdomen and the thundering, agonizing arousal reacts instantly, “I’m–I’m so sorry!”

You push away from him. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You’d ruined everything! You should have just said you weren’t feeling well You aim to take a step back, but the ankle where you put your weight slips on the dirt and. Panic and dizziness wind together and jumble your senses, your vibrant floral surroundings passing you in a blur as you start to fall. This is it, you sob internally, I’m going to die after looking like an idiot and kissing him out of nowhere–

Then there’s a firm grip on your wrist and you’re yanked to your feet. The momentum from the tug carries you forward and into his chest. Your face presses into his armor. He smells good, cologne and gunpowder and spice. You don’t want to move, not even to quell your feverish, unrelenting symptoms.

“Alright,” his voice rumbles deep in his chest and you can feel it, “It’s incredibly clear that something’s amiss. It would be in your best interests to come clean,” his arm tucks around your waist, pulling you tighter against him and your knees just about give out. He curses, letting go of your wrist and wrapping his other arm around you in a clumsy hold against his body, “Twelve, we should get you to a healer.”

Your hard nipples press tight against the constraining fabric of your cloak and it takes every ounce of your restraint to not start grinding up against him. Your body cries out for it, weeps for it, begs, but Thancred is your friend. Thancred is your friend and he deserves to know what’s going on.

“I ate a pastry back in town and I think it made me sick!” you urgently inform him, “I was just fine before that!”

“That explains it,” Thancred says with a sigh, his lips so close to your face, “Most of the plants here have… special side effects. The fae have lived here so long that they’ve developed immunities to most, if not all of them. It seems that the vendor who sold you that treat left out that particular detail,” you just about collapse with relief. Thancred knows what’s happening. Smart Thancred, strong Thancred–

Breed, breed, fuck, mate–

“That being said, it’s not a good idea for you to be out and about like this. We should get you somewhere safe,” Oh no. Does that mean he’s going to drop you off somewhere and leave? No, no, that’s the worst thing that could happen right now! Especially after going so long without seeing him, especially when you need him now more than ever.

“Don’t go!” the desperation in your voice comes as a surprise to even yourself, “I don’t–I want–”

Your frustrations mount as you try to articulate what you want, what you need.

“You want me to help you,” he spells your thoughts out and you nod, relieved that you don’t have to articulate them yourself. Thancred will take care of it for you. 

He doesn’t say anything else after that, likely deep in thought or in conflict.

“I trust you,” you whimper, “I’ve always trusted you, Thancred,” it pains you to tear your face away from his chest, but you tilt your head to look up at him and don’t regret it. His eyes are wide, lips slightly parted.

It’s so much, so much, so much and the pure amount of sensory assault makes you begin to tear up. You tilt your head back down to hide your face, hands balling in the fabric of his jacket. Your knees start to tremble again, cunt sopping and body screaming out for his hands on your chest, ass, back, anywhere!

“Shh, it’s alright,” Thancred hushes, and the bestial part of your brain coos in content, so delighted he’s here and that he’s taking care of you, “I have my reservations about this. Are you sure?”

“Yes!” you say, leaving not even a second of silence, “Please, I need you! I’ve wanted you even before this!” your voice trembles with the weight of what you’d just said and pitches with desperation. Throwing caution to the wind, you continue,  “Thancred, please. I wouldn’t ask this of anyone else,” if you’re going to confess your carefully guarded feelings, you might as well go all-out. Consequences be damned! You can deal with them when you can actually think straight, “I”

He ducks down and cuts you off with a kiss.

It starts off as only a slight, gentle press, merely testing the waters, before he tilts his head for a deeper angle. Your eyes slide shut and your entire body loosens in a show of submission, more than happy to let him lead the way. His fingers curl into your hair, holding you where he wants you. His tongue rubs against your lips and for a moment, you don’t respond, too pleasure hazed. 

He gives your hip a light slap and you gasp, giving his tongue ample room to feel every inch of your mouth and tongue in a dexterous dance that makes you glad he’s there to hold you up.

Your shaking hands reach up to clutch his shoulders, feeling the broad muscle underneath his form-fitting armor. Your bodies press tight together, and you cling to him even when the need for air forces you apart. You gasp for it, dizzy and surrounded by him, him, him. His firm grip around your waist, his broad chest nuzzled tight to you, his scent. He’s perfect and he’s the only thing keeping you on your feet.

A thrill rolls up your spine at the knowledge that he can manhandle you so easily.

“Come this way, dear,” he murmurs, and his face moves away. Your protesting whine is met by a low chuckle as he carries you from the road and into a nearby grove of trees, with thick shrubbery and branches. He’s talking, but you’re not listening, eyes lowered as you press your face into his shoulder again and take a deep inhale.

It’s impossible to keep track of where he’s bringing you, but in only a few moments you feel your back settle against a tree trunk. Vivid, pink leaves loom above your heads, the sweet smell of the blooms more overwhelming than ever.

He presses you in tight, weight covering you entirely. Satisfying, deep, contact, contact, contact. You feel the swell of his chest, the press of his clothed cock against your sopping core.

One of his hands cradles your cheek and you automatically tilt your head into it, exposing as much of your neck as possible. The roughened material of his glove grates slightly against your skin. You want them off, but your coherency sizzles away when his lips dance over the skin of your neck. He plants a vast array of fluttering kisses over the unmarked flesh, making you squirm and whine. He shushes you again, tongue laving over the crook of your neck, before he nips there.

You buckle again, falling onto the knee he manages to shove between your legs just in time.

“Fuck!” you cry, eyes screwing shut at the oversensitivity. Sweat slicks your forehead and you feebly flop back against the trunk. Your grip on his shoulders tightens as he palms a breast, reminding you that there’s still an awful, cloth barrier preventing you from feeling every inch of him.

“Can you come just from this?” he inquires, much to unaffected. His knee begins to grind back and forth against you and you ride it, pressure and friction so good, too good against your sopping folds.

“Thancred,” you breathe, burying your face into his shoulder. It’s all sweet ambrosia, a devilish, intoxicating cocktail of sensations that numbs your mind to everything but the here and now, whittles your world down to only him.

His hand strays from the back of your head and grabs at your shirt, deftly undoing the buttons. You help him, throwing i haphazardly to the ground.

Your hips roll and buck desperately against his built thigh, head tilting back, back arching as he squeezes a tit. His fingers grasp the edge of your bra and yank it down to free your breasts. The material of his glove is still coarse against your hardened nipple, but it’s contact and that’s all that matters.

Then he ducks down, starting to lavish your chest in attention. Your dragged back under the mindless, euphoric haze. His tongue rolls around your untouched nipple.

“Thancred,” his name emerges from your lips as a warbled moan, and he hums in response, wrapping his lips around the perked nub and giving a firm suck. “Ah!” you downright squeal, panting as his fingers drip to your trousers, toying with the waistband,.

Your hands scramble and claw against his armor, suddenly possessed by the urge to see him just as bare as you are, to press against his firm torso. 

“Off,” the demand comes out as a weak whimper, but he obliges. One of his hands reaches and starts to undo the numerous straps over his chest, while his mouth stays busy. His lips pop from your nipple with a lewd, wet noise but he only moves to the next, devoting his free hand to tugging your trousers down. 

Your movements are hurried and manic as you help him, shoving both your bottoms and undergarments off at once.

“Oh,” he says, your eagerness seeming to surprise him. From there, your hands fly to his chest, helping him out of that tight, but agonizingly complex armor, “My, aren’t you eager?”

“Wear something that’s easier to take off,” you grumble. The thrall of the heat still has you in its firm grip, loosening your verbal filter and clouding your decisions. Off, off, off, is all you want. It doesn’t matter that you’re out in the open, that anyone could stumble upon your tryst at any moment. There’s no Eorzea, no missions, there’s nothing that needs to be done besides him.

“I’ll make sure to give that a try,” Thancred draws, and the top piece of his armor falls to the ground, revealing… another, admittedly tight-fitting shirt. You give a hiss of annoyance and he chuckles, grabbing the hem and taking it over his head, gently depositing it next to his armor. While he does that, you kneel, fingers greedily grabbing at his best, “Twelve, you really work fast when you want to.”

You don’t honor him with a reply as you finally undo his best, and grab his trousers, yanking them to the ground. The sight of his still-clothed bulge greets you, and you’re immensely pleased to know he’s as invested in this encounter as you are.

Unabashedly, you press your face against him, nuzzle your cheek into it. His breath hitches and you feel a rush of satisfaction, until his hands grab your shoulders. You allow him to tug you upwards, giving a startled squeak when he envelops you in a passionate kiss, the kind that makes your knees weak and your lower stomach feel gooey, hot want.

His cock presses against your stomach and you can’t help but wonder how it’ll feel inside of you. 

“Follow my lead,” he breathes against your neck and you shudder merely at the feel of it. His calloused, still gloved hands grab at your thighs, twining them around his hips, “My, my, you’re already so excited,” he purrs as his cock dips against your soaked cunt. You just about sob, eyes shut tight, head tilting back against the trunk. He’s so close, so agonizingly close to where you need him the most!

“Just fuck me already,” you beg, plead, on the verge of tears.

He hums in affirmation, bringing his weeping cock close to your entrance. The slow slide inside you burns with both pain and pleasure, leaving you a heady, listless mess. Your hips roll into him, a feeble attempt to get as much pleasure as possible out of it.

Whatever concoction you’d ingested made you wet enough for this to work without proper lubricant, thank twelve. You wouldn’t have been able to wait for him to procure some.

Your trembling hands grab at his shoulders, tighter and tighter until he finally hilts within you, pelvises nestled together. A low moan unfurls in his chest and the desire in you lights anew, because finally, finally, he’s going to be just as affected and lost to ecstasy as you are.

“You can move!” you assure him, hips already beginning to twitch.

“Twelve, you feel good,” he says and swallows, throat bobbing. You follow the motion of it with keen concentration, leaning up to kiss his hot skin.

Then, he starts to move. His hips draw back and shutter forward, and you experimentally roll to meet him, mouthing absentmindedly at his chest. Your lips press against a nipple, tongue rolling over the hardening bud.

The pace picks up, and each time he slides back inside, his pelvis bumps your clit. You bite your lip as your nerves fray, a hand reaching down to rub at the bundle of nerves while the other wraps around his neck and clings.

“Make noise for me,” he says, “No one else is around to hear,” and that encouragement is all you need. 

He coaxes moan after moan, whimper and whimper out of you, muffling them with his own lips as he kisses you over and over. His tongue laves against your own, swallowing your pathetic little sounds. Your back slams against the trunk with each thrust, and the violence of it somehow sends your further into the brink.

Your eyelids flutter spasmodically and your heartbeat thunders in your ears, cunt throbbing with oversensitivity. Something molten hot and delightful blooms inside of you and you’re over the edge, cumming around his cock with little more than a minute of encouragement. 

Your juices spill around him and onto the grass beneath. You distantly hope none of it gets on his boots, which he hadn’t bothered to take off. 

You’re limp in his arms while he continues to fuck you, simply chasing his own orgasm. The idea of becoming little more than a sex toy for him is more arousing than it should be, but you don’t get to think further on it between his erratic, urgent thrusting.

“Fuck–” he snarls, low and deep as he pulls out of you. Cum shoots onto your stomach, warm and sticky and utterly fucking blessed.

Arms still around you, he staggers back and drops to his bottom, likely smooshing a few flowers in the process. He brings you with him, still seated on his cock even as he flops onto his back. Your face presses into his sweat-slicked chest and you wrinkle your nose, moving onto his side. His cock, still half hard, twitches inside of you and your breath hitches and the feeling.

The air is still, quiet with the exception of the chirping, vibrant wildlife.

“Thancred,” you murmur after several long moments, “We’re probably squishing the flowers–and we still have to see the castle! Gods, I’m so sorry,” With your problem taken care of, the reality of what’s just happened finally returns, as does your coherency. Gods above, you can’t believe you’ve done this!

Your brace one of your hands against the ground and you attempt to shift off of him–only to be tugged back down by an insistent arm around your waist. His cock has grown soft inside of you, but the fact that it still lingers makes you tingle with something warm and heady.

“No, stay here,” he grumbles, “The flowers will regrow. The castle will be there for the next millennia or longer.”

“But–”

“You’ve exhausted me, utterly and completely,” he teases, turning his head to kiss your forehead, “So indulge me.”

“Okay,” relief is palpable in your voice as you relent, settling against his side. Your eyelids lower, gaze absentmindedly sweeping over your surroundings, taking in the vivid blooms, the rich brown trunks, and… 

He hadn’t thought of it at first. Why would he? Yes, she was...attractive. Gods, she was stunning. He saw her for the first time in the thick of battle, her thin form masking a level of dexterity and power that commanded respect and awe. He’d heard of a ‘Primal Slayer,’ yes, but he hadn’t heard a description of who they were or what they looked like.

G’raha remembered the paralyzing amazement he’d felt. He wondered how she was real, every bit of her feeling like a fantastical figure from one of the legends he spent all his time pouring over. Yet, she was real and she was aiding him of all people. Well, she was helping NOAH, but he was the one who was granted the pleasure of working side by side with her. He counted his blessings for a seat so close to what was obviously the unfolding of History. 

Then the Heat hit. 

The Miqo’te watched over the top of his book, sitting on the far side of the Crystal Hall. Why had they chosen to go inside the Tower now? Neither would ever breathe a word of it, but it was painfully obvious. The sweet succor hung in the air around her, his head spinning with each breath when she was near. Still, he tormented himself with her image. She’d apparently taken up the bow in her spare time not long before they met, her fingers gracing the wood as she checked over the string. He could help, and for a moment G’raha was about to get up and do just that. The eye contact stopped him.

It was like she’d shot one of her arrows straight into his chest, the cover of the book in his hands slowly bending under his tense grip as he realized his staring had been spotted. It felt like eons before she looked away and he felt longing. Her eyes flicked around the camp, searching for something that G’raha couldn’t bring himself to think about. Instead, he did what any young Tia would do in his situation.

He buried his face back into the book and he prayed. 

The words on the page blurred, his eyes unable to focus on anything as his thoughts raced. Did she truly know of his predicament? Would she be angry? Understanding? Surely he was not the first Seeker she’d been around during such a trying time, and simply because they were both in Heat didn’t mean anything had to happen. They would simply wait it out until the Heat passed and return to their work, never acknowledging the uncomfortable desire between them.

Or, they would have if G’raha had his way. She did not seem to agree with that plan.

Her fingers slipped along the center of the book, the Primal Slayer pulling the book down so his vision was no longer obstructed. Her usually thin pupils were blown wide, face red and breath hot as she watched him from heavy-lidded eyes. 

“G’raha~”

That was all it took for him to drop the book. His name, spoken in such a way that he almost didn’t recognize it. It rolled off her tongue with a purr, the woman growing closer as he watched the way her tail flicked behind her. Anything was better than looking into her eyes, the scent from her already more than he could handle. 

“You….shouldn’t….” G’raha searched for his words, his gaze locked onto the small space between her lips. Why was he so entranced by the deep maroon of her lips? The pink tongue behind them? The feeling of her breath on his lip was pure agony, the lust for her taste growing. Gods was she bold. The young Tia let his hand hover near her, lifted towards her face, only for it to be taken in her own hands. They were still soft, not used to the strain of pulling a bow like his. She was familiar with the arcane before the bow, wasn’t she? He could hardly remember through the fog of her touch.

The woman pulled his hand to her cheek, face nuzzling into his palm. Her gaze remained locked with his as her lips graced over each fingertip. The Heat raged, the young Tia’s stomach twisting and dropping at the sensation. He wasn’t completely oblivious to the pursuit of pleasures, but oft he found himself ‘missing out’ in favor of books and knowledge. Never had he met someone so entrancing. She was history itself, and here she was sat between his thighs and kissing his fingers like they’d been dipped in lifegiving succor. 

Her other hand went unnoticed until it rested mere ilms from his crotch, a groan ripping itself through his throat. Did she know what she was doing? Was this what the Heat did? G’raha fought still, mind racing to understand it all; perhaps he shouldn’t. The thought crossed quickly as the Tia looked up to the crystal ceiling. Give in?

Looking back at the other Miqo’te, the man saw playful joy hidden in the blown pupils of his soon-to-be-mate.

Mate. Oh, the thought of that word alone sent waves of desire through him. That was what it was about, wasn’t it? He did not simply want, he yearned. There was a fire, blazing through as he registered that he’d acted. When had he? He didn’t remember moving forward, or who kissed who, yet the taste of her was filling his senses completely. Their tongues, rougher than that of a Hyur’s, dragged against each other. Teeth clicked, G’raha’s hand moving from her cheek to her waist. The other, once resting still on the now utterly forgotten texts beside him, gripped at her jaw. Her pulse thrummed under his fingertips, skin hot as she pressed closer. 

When had she sat on him? The pressure drove him insane, hips rutting forward despite the cloth between them. The yelp from her was delicious, his ears twitching at the sound. Why had he ever resisted? The simple clothing she wore was so easily disposed of, each ilm of flesh taken into the heat of his mouth as she squirmed on his lap. His mate was flushed under his touch. He thanked the stars, moon, and sun that the Miqo’te had strong fingers and stronger nails as he tore the fabric that covered her hips. Nothing was allowed to be in his way; not now. Not when he was so close to finally satisfying the painful ache. 

Oh, he had taken measures before. He’d found himself cumming senselessly into his own hand numerous times over the last week. What a waste, he thought. It should have all been saved for this. For her. The uncovered warmth felt slick as her thighs remained parted, straddling him so that any bit of honeyed liquid that dripped from her landed on the aching bulge G’raha had yet to free. 

Nor would he have to, it seemed. He groaned as her hands slid over his crotch, grunting as he held onto her whilst lifting his ass from the cold crystal floors. He hissed at the feeling of the cool material, the sensation of the cold only amplified by the heat all around the rest of his body. 

“G’raha,” she spoke again, voice barely more than a pitiful mewl as their bodies pressed together. If he’d been at a better angle, the young Tia could have slid his cock into the promising warmth with absolute ease. Instead, the length of his shaft slid along the delicate folds, the sweet liquid creating a slick lubricant for him. 

He could have changed his angle. He could have easily taken her hips into his hands and pulled her down onto his cock and fucked her right then. Gods how easy it would have been, watching the way she gasped and groaned. Her clothing was in shambles, breasts freed and bouncing with even the smallest of grinds against him, her hips moving in a way that suggested she had no control. Her pants too were ruined; he’d replaced them later. She didn’t need those now. They had a hole in them so he could fuck her and that was all the functionality they needed. 

Yet fuck her he did not. Instead, G’raha did as he did best: study. Through the thick fog of want, he watched the way she reacted to each little touch. The feeling of his cock sliding along the pink ‘lips’ seemed to please her, and he could feel the small bundle of nerves each time they would grind together. It made her gasp, whine, and beg. She pleaded with his name as though it was the only word she knew anymore, slowly dropping the harsh ‘G’ sound as his name became a part of her very ability to breathe.

Ra ha. R a h a.

It sounded like a prayer, and who was he to deny her? He was but a sinner, full of lust for his mate. 

“Say it more,” he ordered. His voice was low, almost unrecognizable through the growl. She complied, voice oh so sweet as she tried to squirm. For a moment, G’raha couldn’t discern what she was trying to accomplish. Her hips moved at new angles, still pressed against his cock as she rubbed against him and-

O h. 

It was blinding. The great Primal Slayer--a great hero and Warrior well into the making--was slack-jawed. It’d happened with a slight pop as his girth pressed forward, the tip of his cock already stretching her as she stilled. Her eyes rolled, torso arching as she slowly sunk down. There was so much heat, the two Seekers left breathless as G’raha’s cock nestled itself deep into the walls of his mate. She was his. 

The movement was not immediate. He couldn’t tell how long he’d waited, fingers digging deep into her hips as he slowly lifted her up. The Tia watched, almost gleeful, as he studied it all. Ilm by ilm, his cock was revealed once more, and ilm by ilm it disappeared. The pace was painfully slow, his lap soaked with plenty of hers and his own precum. The Heat ensured there was plenty to give all the lubrication needed, his cock slipping through easily. 

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but the grand architecture around them ensured that any small breath or moan she made would echo. G’raha could even hear the sound of the slickness with each slow pump, pushing his sanity. He wanted desperately to learn it all, watching the goosebumps wash over her skin. Her breasts perked and nipples harden and a primal side of him wanted them to grow plump with milk. They’d be beautiful. As would a round belly, he decided, full of his seed and legacy. 

First, he had to study more, and for that, he had to make sacrifices. The air was cold without her, G’raha turning his mate around. Oh, how she whimpered at the loss. Her face, once contorted into a mess of pleased satisfaction, scrunched up in disappointment as his cock left her with a pop. 

“You’ll not wait long,” he promised. Still, she mewled as he turned her over, placing her now on all fours. ‘Tis a better position to breed with anyways. 

More fabric was torn as he searched for more to learn. He watched as her skin turned red, ears pressed back. She was embarrassed. G’raha hardly cared to stop, though, tugging at the base of her tail. She yelped, ass rising higher into the air as he leaned down. 

One hand went to his cock, a lazy pump given to the length every so often to follow the thrusts he couldn’t prevent. She was so warm, the small opening he’d once filled throbbing before his very eyes. He couldn’t help the taste, rough tongue sliding over the sweet folds. He thought of sweets, of pastries filled with cream that he desired every drop of if only his tongue could go deeper. 

The bundle of nerves was found by his other hand, thumb brushing over it so he could watch the way it made her tremble. Each time she looked as if she could no longer support herself, arms shaking as she arched. The sound was exotic, like a language he’d yet to learn, the only word he knew being R-a-h-a.

She’d begun so bold, so sure she could take on his Heat’s passions, yet now she melted beneath him. Her arms gave way, breasts pressing against the cold floor as her head turned to the side. He pressed deeper with his tongue, nuzzling into the warmth as its juice spilled over his chin. Why had he resisted giving into this? 

He could have had this far sooner, G’raha finally pulling back as a thin line of liquid connected his tongue to her core. 

“I’ll fill you. I’ll be your Nuhn. Only you.” He hadn’t known if he had truly said it out loud; not until she pleaded. 

“Kits,” She whined. “Fill me with them. My body aches. Gods, please.” 

A rational G’raha Tia would have denied such a request. She was a Warrior; an adventurer. She had so much to do that having a kit would prevent.

He was not rational at that moment, though. Instead, his head spun at the thought. He wanted it, more than any legend or book or discovery. Nothing in history was more desired to him, and it didn’t take long for G’raha to grab her tail once more, tugging her back into his cock as he sat on his knees.

He could see everything, now. The thick girth of his cock pressed against her, the sweet lips opening around him. They were plump, curving around him, and so soft. So much of it drove him mad, but the sight was his favorite. 

The grip on her tail remained, guiding her as he pulled her back when he pressed forward. Each and every ilm would press into her, the Seeker woman clawing at the smooth Crystal floor. It wasn’t until she reached forward, hands finally finding her abandoned bow, that she stopped clawing, the wood filling her mouth as she bit down to salvage her sanity. 

Still, she moved. If ever he stopped, she squirmed and cried, hips rolling back to feel more. 

“Fill. Fuh-ill. Cuh-um.”

Her rambles were like music, a song she sang for him alone as he thrust harder. He wondered, momentarily, if anyone in the tower could hear the echoing slaps of their skin or the cries and moans between them. 

So be it. The world would know she was claimed, and that it was he who claimed her. Their heat met, and even when he felt his orgasm near, G’raha continued. She’d cry out at the heat, only to freeze up and clench around him. She was focused, as though each part of her was trying so desperately to feel his cock throb with each deposit of cum. Perhaps she was. It seemed to only further her madness, knowing he’d successful came. 

She twisted, his hair being pulled as her fingers dug through the slowly loosening ponytail and brought his lips to hers. 

“Again,” she breathed. “All of it. Fuck me more. Raha, ple~ase.”

And so he did, cock thankfully ready once more to fill her as his mouth wandered over the skin of her throat and breasts. Her eyes rolled back once more, legs spreading wider as he thrust against her hips. There was an ache in her that she adored, and once again she seemed to focus in her bliss. She laid back, arms barely slung over his shoulders as her body rocked freely with his. Her eyes, glazed over and content, showed a joy matched only by the lax smile on her lips.