Zumi

You clenched your eyes shut, trusting Shedletsky to lead you away, too busy willing away the heat that threatened to take over you. 

You didn’t even know why it was happening to you. You swore you took your suppressants, and even then your heat wasn’t due for another week or so. 

Unfortunately, you found yourself losing the will to care — not as your body burned with arousal and your mind was filled with one pressing desire. 

You needed to be bred by your partner, and his scent pressed against your nose wasn’t helping. 

The skin where he was touching tingled under the pressure and you could feel the way sweat ran down your back, only to be wicked up by your clothing. 

With a deep inhale you nuzzled your face against his neck, curling your body closer to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

Shedletsky had a bit of an unconventional smell, almost savory. Maybe your nose had just grown used to it, but the more you breathed in the hungrier you got. 

Running on instinct alone, your teeth nibbled gently on the skin of his neck, barely enough to tickle.  

Still, it was enough to send a shiver down his spine, his feet quickening as he rushed to the nearest empty office. 

While most buildings had a room specifically for these sudden heats, he was far too impatient to make the trip. He just hoped whoever the office belonged to wouldn’t care as much either. 

You were too out of it to notice the door click behind you, only coming to when your partner set you down on the desk, practically prying himself away from your grip. 

A needy, broken whine left your lips, rumbling from the bottom of your throat. “Shed-,” you interrupted yourself just to catch your breath, chest heaving with effort, “please don’t leave me.”

The man paused before chuckling at your words. He had no intention of leaving you, not when your pheromones filling the room were so sweet, almost enough to eat. 

Spit pooled around his tongue, and he noticed the way you eyed his throat as he swallowed. “I won’t,” he swore, “why would I when you’re so obviously desperate for me?”

His hands caught your knees, gently pushing them aside and allowing himself to slot himself between your legs. He lowered himself down onto his knees, his breath brushing against your wet sex and making your legs twitch at the stimulation. 

You were expecting him to do something, pussy already clenching as you anticipated his tongue, the feeling of his breath only making you more squirmy. 

Unfortunately for you, Shedletsky seemed plenty content just sitting there, admiring your cunt as slick caught at the slit and spilled on the desk below. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, the smugness plain in his voice. He could feel your thighs jump under his grip, hips bucking up into empty air as impatience tugged at your body. 

If you could’ve gotten any warmer, you would’ve flushed at the compliment. Still, you couldn’t help but be a little frustrated. Out of all the times he had to stop and stare, he had to choose now. 

“Th-en,” you shuddered, voice wet with neediness, “stop waiti-ng.” 

Your eyes widened and you threw your head back as your voice broke. Right at the end of your sentence, Shedletsky pursed his lips together and blew against your leaking slit. The cold air made you jolt, the sensation both shocking and soothing. 

Faintly, you could hear him chuckle. “I almost forgot how messy you get during your heats,” he said, more to himself than anything. His tongue darted out to swipe along his bottom lip, eyes slitting in desire as he took a deep breath, letting your pheromones invade his body. 

If he was being honest, it was taking everything in him to hold back, especially when both you and your cunt were basically taunting him, begging for his attention. 

Usually, it was him being the needy one, always pulling you away from your work and tempting you into fucking just because he wanted to. It was rare for the positions to be switched. 

He felt like he had to savor the moment, basking in the rare feeling of being more in control then you for once. 

Still, he was far from patient, and the more he breathed you in, the more he could feel himself slipping, his cock so hard it was starting to hurt. 

You gathered all your energy, your desperation making you stronger than you thought you were. You managed to shake off his hold, setting your legs on his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his head. 

He let out a surprised noise as you pulled him closer, but judging by the laugh he let out, he was far from opposed to it. If anything, he took it in stride, finally giving in and pressing his tongue between your slicked folds. 

You tasted just as sweet as you smelled, he couldn’t help but moan as your nectar hit his tongue, everything in him screaming to gulp down as much as he could. 

And you were more than happy to provide, body responding to his eagerness with a gush of slick, legs tightening behind his head and practically burying his face in your pussy. 

Your mouth fell open in a moan, breath hitching as you finally felt his tongue against your sex. Every part of you was hyperaware, twitching under his touch as he lapped greedily at your leaking hole. 

Despite the warmth of his mouth, his tongue brought a certain relief to your body, parting your overheated walls and slipping back out to suckle on your clit. 

You shuddered at the action, legs clenching around his head before relaxing as you focused on the pleasure.

He wrapped his arms around the fat of your thighs, prying them apart with ease now that you were distracted. He could feel you shaking, trembling under his touch. 

Almost as an apology, he gave a partially hard suck before trailing his tongue back down to your hole, following the path and dipping his tongue into the tight rim. 

Shedletsky could feel how ready you were, your body doing its job at preparing itself. Still, he refused to get up, too blissed-out right where he was, your slick dripping down his jaw and sliding along his neck. 

Even as your voice raised in pitch, he only pressed his face closer to your pussy, your lips practically engulfing him, smearing your wetness on his cheeks. 

Part of him mourned what he could swallow, but knowing you there was more to come. 

One of his arms wrapped tighter around your leg, hand stretching out to fondle the small sensitive nub right above his nose. 

Judging by the way your body jolted and the drawn-out moan that left your lips, you were getting close. His thumb rolled your clit in slow gentle circles, your body shaking with each rotation. 

Pleasure rocked your senses, your hands instinctively reaching out and gripping at the admin’s hair, his curls giving way to your fingers. You tried your best not to tug, but you could barely stop yourself from moaning out, your rational side surrendering to your hind-brain. 

“Please,” you called out, half-conscious, “please.” 

Shedletsky laughed against your cunt, the sound sending vibrations against your walls, “Please what, darlin’?”

A whine rumbled from your throat, so needy you almost didn’t recognize it as yours. You didn’t even know what you were begging for, just that with everything you were feeling, that was the only word you could get out. 

He must’ve found your lack of response amusing, or at least enough of a response to return to eating you out, this time driven by something more than just his desire to taste you. 

He wanted to feel you clench around his tongue, your walls already pulsing around the wet muscle as if forewarning your release. 

You just needed a little more coaxing. 

His thumb pressed hard against your clit, this time rubbing it side-to-side as fast as he could. 

Your voice hitched in a moan, the sound breaking the mantra of ‘pleasepleasepleas-’ as your thighs clenched around his head, your skin pressed flush against his ears and muffled his hearing as you came on his mouth. 

Shedletsky could taste the change in your slick, this time much more sweeter than before. Even then he made sure to gulp it down, the sounds of his slurping loud enough to reach your ears and make you flush. 

He groaned as he swallowed, fingers digging harder into your flesh as he pressed himself as close to your pussy as he could. 

Your juices landed warm in his stomach, the heat spreading through his body as he felt his own hormones change in response to yours. 

He could feel his limbs getting tingly, desire pulsing through him as if he was the one going through a rut. He pulled away with a growl, the lack of oxygen only making him dizzier.

His eyes rolled over your sweaty body, your skin glistening with exertion, your scent stronger than ever. You had a dazed expression, limbs still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

The admin licked his lips, cleaning his face of the slick that clung to it. He had denied himself long enough, if he held back any longer, he was sure he was going to go feral. 

He was so hard he was surprised his pants hadn’t ripped. He pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out, too impatient to bother with taking them off all the way. 

You jolted when he slapped his length against your soaked pussy, the sound echoing through the empty office. Your eyes rolled down to look at him, but his gaze wasn’t on your face — it was on your sex, attention locked on the way your pussy twitched every time he teased it. 

Or maybe it was your hips that were twitching, subtly bucking up in an attempt to urge him inside. Every instinct in your brain was screaming at you to get his cock in you, and you had no doubt his brain was telling him the same. 

You shouldn’t have been shocked when he slipped it in, his length meeting no resistance from your slick walls. Still, you couldn’t help but gasp out, arms reaching out and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer towards you. 

You turned your head to the side, baring your neck to him and giving him complete access to your scent gland. Even though it wasn’t his full length, it was still enough to make you shake.

He wasted no time suckling on it, the pleasurable feeling distracting you slightly from the intrusion. He pulled your skin between his teeth, covering the skin in light hickeys as he waited for you to adjust. 

It didn’t take long for you to get used to the feeling, your body having long prepared itself for it. 

“Pl-ease,” you stammered out, voice fragile, “m-move.” 

Shedletsky didn’t need you to tell him twice, his cock dragging along your walls as he pulled out before slamming back in, almost knocking all the air out of your lungs. 

“Hnnmfgg-!” You choked out, hand falling back down to clasp around your mouth. Your orgasm from earlier left you more sensitive than you were expecting.

Though he didn’t seem to appreciate that, his own hands were grabbing at yours, large enough to hold both your wrists and pin them above your head. 

“Don’t hide,” he commanded, his tone dripping with dominance. Your breath hitched, too fucked-out to defy him. 

He smiled against your skin, satisfied to hear the little noises that escaped you with each thrust, the desk shaking slightly with the power. 

You felt so good wrapped around him, walls sucking him in as if he was meant to be there all along. 

You could feel him breathing against you, inhaling as much of you as he could and letting it fog his mind like sleeping gas.

Shedletsky could feel himself slipping, what little control he had melting into nothingness as he gave into the heat, letting his hips snap up on instinct. 

You could feel his knot press against your hole, dipping in just slightly before pulling back. You willed your muscles loose, wanting more than anything to take it and feel the bulge slip inside of you. 

“Shedletsky,” you called out, drawing his attention back to you. His thrusts slowed slightly and you took the chance to wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer towards you, “knot me. Please.”

He paused and pulled back, pupils dilating as he processed your request, his mouth curving upwards into a smirk. “Well how could I say no to you?” 

With a grunt, he pushed himself forward, your hole making way for his knot as it popped inside of you, stretching you wider than you were prepared for. 

Still, it didn’t stop you from turning to him and catching his lips in a kiss, tasting the remnants of your slick on his mouth and not caring. 

He nibbled on your lower lip, trying to sooth the ache in his teeth as his instincts demanded him to mark you. 

Even as you started to get dizzy from the lack of air, you couldn’t bring yourself to part from him, only doing so when he held you down and forced your red-bitten lips off of his. 

You could feel his stuttering breath on your face, voice hitching as he spoke, “I’m - I’m close.” He didn’t need to ask, his eyes spoke for him. 

You nodded eagerly, it’s not like you would’ve been satisfied without it. “You can-,” you moaned as he continued thrusting, “-you can cum inside.” 

His features softened as he pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead, breathing in your scent before speeding up his thrusts, pounding in and out of you fast enough to make you tremble.

He cursed under his breath, though you were too fucked out to hear it, eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of his knot dragging along your walls. 

“Sh-shed-,” you stuttered, feeling your own orgasm approaching. 

The alpha could feel it too, your walls clenching around his cock, practically milking him. “I know,” he said, not slowing down, “Just cum for me, okay?” 

You had no choice but to listen to him, pleasure coursed through your body and tears prickling at your eyes as you came around him, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream. 

He was quick to follow, teeth gritting at your tightness as he bottomed out one last time, his pelvis slapping against your pussy as he released inside of you, filling you with his seed. 

His knot swelled as he came, and with each spurt of cum, you could feel the heat that consumed your body be driven away, your mind finally clearing up and allowing you to bask in the feeling of being pumped full. 

You were out-of-breath, tired, and sweaty. But despite that you were thoroughly satisfied, not having enough energy to make any complaints. 

Shedletsky, on the other hand, seemed to have more than enough energy. Enough to speak at least. 

“Well,” he started, still inside of you and taking a moment to compose himself. “If you didn’t take your suppressants, I at least hope you took your birth control.”

His words made you freeze. Eyes widening as you thought back to your past month, so busy you had barely even been at home. 

Fuck, you thought as you failed to recall yourself actually taking the pill. 

Fuckkk, you thought as you felt him pull out, cum spewing from your hole and landing on the floor.

You took a deep sigh and closed your eyes, not yet ready to panic about that. Fuck.

Elliot winced at the chill touch, head trembling as he tried to not fight against your care. It took a few moments for him to settle down, skin growing accustomed to the contrasting cloth. 

Your body relaxed as he did, a small sigh leaving your lips, the sound not going unnoticed by the dog. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he whimpered, the sound low and pitiful, “I’m sorry for being such a burden.” 

Your eyes widened, hands imminently rushing downward to grab his, “Nono sweetheart, you aren’t a burden at all!” Your voice softened and you squeezed his hand gently, “You couldn’t control this, I’m not mad at all.” 

He let out another low whine, tail thumping once against the bed. “I know but . . but I’m supposed to be stronger than this.” 

His voice was so quiet, it sounded like it would break. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes, and you were quick to use your other hand to wipe them away. Ignoring the cold rag still on his forehead, you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheeks. 

As much as you wanted to kiss his lips and tell him to never utter those words again, you couldn’t risk getting sick yourself. Not with him in such a state. 

“Nonsense,” you whispered against his skin. “You’ve been so strong for me, my love.” You left another kiss on his heated face, this time on his eyebrow. “Don’t concern yourself with that, okay? Just focus on getting better for me.” 

You could hear his breath hitch, and for a second you thought you had said something wrong, a small frown forming on your face. The bed dipped as you took a seat next to him.

“Elliot? Are you okay? Is there something you need?” Your fingers pressed against the towel, it was still wet, but it had lost some of its coolness. Maybe he needed a change? You slid it from his forehead, making sure to wipe off the excess water and getting up to move. 

Before the mattress even sprung up, you were pulled back down, his arm wrapping around your hip and pulling you close. 

Elliot’s face was next to your thighs, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

“Don’t leave,” he whimpered, ear flopped over in his commotion. His entire body was curled around you, chest flush against your lower back.

You couldn’t help but smile, heart squeezing at the utterly adorable display. “I won’t,” you said as your fingers moved to unbend his ear, his body shivering as you did.

“Elliot, honey,” you cooed, voice soft, “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?” 

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, a bead of sweat dripped from his chin to his collarbone. 

“The heat,” he started, teeth bearing as he growled, low and animalistic, “it feels like — like a rut.” 

He shifted, arms slipping from your body and back falling back down onto the bed. You looked at him more closely, this time able to see the way his pupils were dilated, canines on display and his heavy tongue lolled out of his mouth. 

A jerk of his hips brought your attention downward, the blanket tenting right where his crotch was. 

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you moved to pull in back, revealing his half-bare body. His shirt had ridden up, stopping just below his chest and exposing his soft underbelly. 

With a heavy swallow, you lifted your hand to rub at the skin, watching him squirm in twist, mouth falling open in a tender moan. 

“Master . . ,” he begged, arms trembling as he gripped the rim of his shirt and exposed more of his stomach. “Please touch me . . .”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but despite the growing arousal, you couldn’t bring yourself to have sex with him, not when he could hardly sit up on his own. 

“I can’t puppy,” the way he whined at your words as enough to test your self-control, but you had to be firm, “You aren’t well enough to. Can’t you wait until you feel better?”

With the way his hard shook and his tail thumped against the bed, you’d think you asked him to die. 

“‘m sorry Master but -,” he whined, hips bucking up into the air and pushing his abdomen into your hand, “-I can’t! I need to knot, I need to, I need to!”

The desperation was enough to make your restraint falter, his sudden energy a show of just how much he wanted this. 

Truly, he was lucky to have an owner who couldn’t help but spoil him. 

“Fine,” you sighed as you gave in, fingers dancing along the hem of his pants, “but you aren’t going to fuck my pussy.” 

He let out a keening whine, though it was cut short by the way you leaned down to place a kiss on his bulging cock, “If you’re so desperate, you can knot my mouth instead.”

Elliot whined at the implication, hips bucking up at the small stimulation, desperate for more. His words caught at the back of his throat, buried under his hiss as the cold air of the room hit his heated body, cock springing into the air as you slipped his pants down.

Precum smeared on the side of your face, his tip slapping across your cheek. You used his pants to wipe it off before throwing them to the side, with how much sweat collected on the fabric, you needed to change them anyways.

“Eager, are we?” You teased, gently dragging your blunt nails along his length and watching it twitch in anticipation. 

He whimpered, using what little energy he had to buck his hips into your hand in search of more pleasure. “Please master,” he rasped out, voice bubbly with drool, “please just touch me.” 

It wasn’t like him to be so demanding, his inhibitions loosened by the fever and rut. His desperation was adorable, and you couldn’t bring yourself to deny your needy little puppy. 

With another roll of his hips, you pulled your hand back just to settle them on his thighs, slipping off of the bed and planting your knees on the floor. 

Even though you knew they were going to be sore after, it barely mattered to you as you bent your body over his, your face directly above his cock. 

Just the feeling of your breath against his skin was enough to make him twitch, limbs tingling with the need to breed. 

The noise he let out was precious, a keening whine sliding into your name. As a reward, you stuck your tongue out a lick a long stripe along the side of his cock, catching the precum building at his tip and swallowing it down. 

The taste was salty on your tongue, even more so because he was sick. It was more bitter than usual, a subtle reminder of his sickness. Despite that, you couldn’t help but crave more. 

Your lips puckered and you left feather-light kisses along his cock, trailing up to his red tip and back down until his pleading was too loud to ignore. 

His hand gripped at your arm, blunt nails digging into you and bringing your attention back to him. He didn’t even need to say anything, his lidded watering eyes and red-bitten lips was a testament to his desperation. 

Giving in, you finally took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and swallowing. The suction made him jerk, hips bucking up only to be held down by your arm. 

You slapped the side of his thigh slightly, punishing him for being so impatient. Not that you could truly blame him, you knew how he got during his ruts, and judging by how engorged the base of his cock was, he was barely holding himself back. 

You started to take him deeper, each inch sliding down your throat painfully slowly. You could feel him try to thrust into you, leaning your weight down on his abdomen and holding him down. 

As much as you wanted to take him to the base, you could only get about half way with how large his knot had gotten, your lips grazing the swollen skin. You hummed around his shaft after realizing that you weren’t going to get any deeper, not without seriously stretching out your jaw.

You slowly backed up, dragging your tongue along his length and lingering at his tip before pushing your head back down. 

The moan he let out was almost pornographic, loud enough to send shivers down your spine and arousal to the bottom of your gut. Your thighs rubbed together, stomach clenching in want.

For a second, you debated getting on top of him and riding him, you knew that’s what he wanted, and you knew that it would satisfy both of you. Yet out of concern for his health and your need to be a good owner, you couldn’t, not until he got better at least. 

You bobbed your head around his cock, sliding up and down as much as you could. Elliot whined every time you reached the bottom, hips bucking up as his knot cried from lack of stimulation. He needed to feel more, the base of his cock begging for attention. 

Sensing his neediness, you moved your hand to the bulge, wrapping your fingers around it and rubbing it softly. You tried to match the pace of your strokes with your mouth, speeding up your pace and coaxing him to climax.

If it were any other time, you would try to savor the moment, but as is, you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to pass out, wanting to get him to cum before the heat overwhelmed him. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the grip he had on your arm to tighten, your name leaving his lips in a high whine as he jerked his hips into your mouth. You sped up your stroking, pumping the base of his cock as you dipped your tongue into his tip, feeling cum spill from it and into your mouth.

“Nooo,” he cried, overwhelmed from all the heat and pleasure, “I was- I can’t knot your mouth I-!” You ignored his protests, continuing to bob your head around his shaft until he came. 

“Mas-master!” His nails dug into your skin, cock tickling the back of your throat and almost making you choke. You had half the mind to push him back down, but it felt too cruel to deny him when he had been so good for you. 

Instead, you sucked hard around his tip, swallowing down each spurt of cum like it was water. The salty taste coated your tongue, sliding down your throat and warming your stomach.

His tail thumped hard against the mattress, the action blowing a small breeze onto your face.

There was so much cum, and through the gulping, you could hear him sobbing. “Noo,” he wailed, “I was supposed to - I was supposed to cum inside of you . .”

You pushed deeper as his knot got smaller, pushing his still hard cock deeper into your throat until he was pumping his cum directly into your stomach, wrapping your lips around the base until his knot deflated.

The slight stretch burned, but not enough to bother you. You drank all of it down, making sure to not let a drop spill from your mouth. He continued to cry, stuck between

You didn’t know how long you spent down there, your knees aching from carrying all of your weight. 

Elliot whimpered, hips jerking away from you as overstimulation started to kick in. The broken sound drew you attention to him, eyes flickering up to his flushed, fucked-out face. 

You pulled off of his cock with a small ‘pop’, a thick string of drool and cum connecting you to the tip of his cock. You raised your arm to wipe the spit off, making sure his eyes were on you before sticking your tongue out to show that you had swallowed all of his cum. 

His cock twitched, still soft but not covered in your cooling salvia, tail slapping gently against the bed.

He somehow managed to get even redder, blood rushing back to his face. You raised off the ground with your legs, reaching your hand to check his temperature again. 

Surprisingly, it had gone down some. But it was still too hot for your liking, getting up to get the rag again. 

Unfortunately, the water had gone warm, not cold enough to help. With a soft sigh, you got up to get more, only to be stopped by his hand tugging on the back of your shirt. 

“Where are - where are you going?” His voice was soft and dazed, and you could tell he was fighting the exhaustion from cumming and crying. 

Your heart clenched at the adorable gesture, turning around and bending over to press a gentle kiss to his damp forehead. 

“Just getting some more water, love.” You could feel his hold on you loosen, “Just go to sleep, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You smiled as he nodded, eyes fluttering shut, “And hopefully, you’ll be well enough to breed me properly.”