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Despite the many warnings, Amy never truly learned her lesson.
Once again, as she did every thirty or so days, Amy found herself in the thick of her heat. It was ludicrous that hormones could render a persevering woman such as herself into a puddle of sweat and slick, but just like the constant tick of the clock in the corner of their bedroom, it was always certain. She was only on the second day of the week-long process.
Typically, she could manage to force her way out of bed and go on about her day, horny or not, but there was something different now. This was her first heat since she and Shadow had begun living together, and the combined scent of him on the bedsheets and the memory of his tongue brushing over her clit a few days prior was enough to render her powerless. Her hormones were in full control of her being now.
Something animalistic had taken over right after Shadow left to go on a mission. Though she knew she was about to go into heat, she was surprised when she instinctually began to construct a nest in their bedroom. She had yanked their mattress onto the carpet, along with every blanket they owned. Like a broody hen, she carved out a rough oval shape with fabric, pillows, and dirty t-shirts that carried the scent of her lover.
Now, as she lay in that nest, mindlessly stroking herself to a perpetual and repetitive chokehold of lust, Amy found herself needing Shadow more than ever. Miraculously, he had managed to leave right before her heat. Perhaps he dodged a bullet. This particular heat was intense— so intense that it even frightened Amy a little bit. If he caught her in such a slobbish state, he may be angry, or disgusted, or (as Amy irrationally feared) he may leave her altogether.
Because of that, under no circumstance was Amy allowed to call Shadow.
On the average heat, Shadow could handle her, and he often assisted in her relief, but he couldn’t see this. Not now. Though he enjoyed making sure she was comfortable, she didn’t want to saddle him with that responsibility, not when she knew that if she saw him, her desires would become uncontrollable. It would go further than it ever had before, and there would be no way she could prevent that from happening once it began.
That was why Amy stroked her clit, alone, in the dim and silent bedroom she nested in. Her strokes were slow and solid, with two fingers circling the bundle of nerves. Every press of her fingers over the swollen flesh forced a hiss out through her teeth. If she continued to touch herself like that, mimicking Shadow’s tongue lapping over her vagina, she was sure to rip another consecutive orgasm out of her shivering mess of a body.
Rolling onto her side, she took in his scent off of a discarded t-shirt. Instinctually, with her other hand, she reached behind and slipped two fingers inside of her sodden hole. If Shadow wasn’t there to breed her, at least she could pretend, right? It could never be comparable, however. No matter the manner in which she masturbated or the quantity, it could never be quite as satisfying as how Shadow touched her.
Her fingers slid in and out of her with extreme ease; her slick made that task more than simple. The noise it produced was wet and vulgar, and hearing it brought more blood to her ruddy cheeks. It almost sounded like when Shadow had taken her from behind, his hands tightly gripping her small breasts, her body being used by him for his own pleasure. If she had been standing, the thought would have brought her to her knees. She didn’t know she could get any wetter, but the idea of being fucked made her body prepare accordingly.
Greedily, she huffed his scent again, like it was a narcotic. She was too preoccupied to be ashamed of the action or the way the strokes against her clit grew faster. “Shadow,” she breathed out like a prayer. The white, hot heat of orgasm climbed, and climbed, and she reached the peak with a piercing scream. Immediately after reaching that peak, however, she crashed back down. There was no satisfaction. No relief. No peace. She was right back where she started, horny and stroking.
Her clit had grown sore from the constant action. She fought against the magnetic pull of her clit to rest her arm. Her entire body, from her head to her clit to her toes, throbbed achingly. The emptiness of her stomach, caused by an unwillingness to leave her sacred temple of a nest, made her nauseous. She leaned her head back to catch a breath of air, and she was surprised to see that the window wasn’t shedding any light into the musty air of the room. It was already night.
Not only was her mind weak with exhaustion, but so was her body. It wasn’t difficult to fall asleep under those circumstances, even if the sweat against the back of her neck and the low yet constant throb of her clit would typically keep her lying awake.
The next morning, she was awakened by her first orgasm of the day. In her sleep, during a certainly sexual dream, she had rutted too excessively into the pillow between her thighs. When her eyes popped open and an orgasm ripped through her body, all she could do was cry. Tears sprang to her dry eyes. All of it, every single moment, was more than she could possibly handle on her own. Powerless to her own body’s demands, she ground her clit against the soaking wet pillow until the merciless sensation dwindled.
Her mouth was dry. She could taste sleep on her tongue, thick and gritty like sand. There was no doubt that she was dehydrated, but she found it nearly impossible to stand up and go retrieve some water. More tears, this time of frustration, flowed effortlessly down her cheeks. She was truly trapped.
“Rose?” a voice called out distantly. The sound of their heavy front door shutting and locking could be heard even through drywall and plaster.
Surely, by now, he would see the state of disarray Amy had left the living room in, and he’d make a run for it. Surely, undoubtedly, he could smell the unrelenting perfume of her pheromones, and he would know. Please , Amy internally begged; he’d save himself the trouble and get himself as far away from her as possible.
Something as simple as the sound of his voice was enough for her clit to scream for attention again. As attentive as she was, she had no choice but to humor its request. Fervently, she stroked her clit, whining in her throat with embarrassment. She could smell him. A low groan flowed out of her mouth as she found the right pace.
The voice was closer to the door now, much closer, close enough to smell him, and need him, and crave him. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“Go!” Amy cried out desperately, her voice raw from the combination of screaming and a lack of fluids. Even now, she couldn’t stop masturbating. “Please don’t come in; please just go!”
“I live here.” Shadow corrected her through the crack in the door. “Where would you expect me to go?”
Amy screwed her eyes shut tightly. A growl ran through her uncharacteristically, like a wild animal, and she bit her lip in the fruitless attempt to silence herself. “Anywhere but here! Please!”
She could hear Shadow’s sigh through the sturdy door, along with the hand he seemed to place against the other side. “You need my help. Why are you being stubborn?”
“I don’t want you to…” Amy swallowed, and she began to tear up once again. “I don’t want you to see me like this!”
There was a soft pause, barely a moment of hesitation, before Shadow replied. “You need my help, Rose. It’s my job to take care of you, whether you like it or not. Can I come in? I have some water for you.”
Amy pinched her lips closed and whined into his dirty t-shirt to muffle the sound. The prospect of seeing him made her clit twitch against her perpetually stroking fingers. Even more so, her mouth craved water desperately. “F—Fine, but please—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Shadow opened the door to the room. The cool air of the outside hallway flowed into the hot, moist air of the room and rested on her damp skin. For the first time in two days, Amy felt relieved that she could breathe something that didn’t smell like her own arousal.
At first, Shadow pressed his brows together with concern. Seeing her in such a state only seemed to bring him guilt— he had left her alone during her heat, after all— but that feeling was quickly replaced with frustration. “It was irresponsible of you to not call me.”
Even as she tried to throw out excuses, her fingers continued to work her clit, perhaps even more so now that he was there in person. “I didn’t want to scare you!”
“The only thing I’m scared of is you dying because you refuse to let me help you through this.” Shadow entered the room and then stepped and kneeled within her nest of blankets to hand her a cold cup of water. “How long have you been lying here?”
Amy stopped the ministrations on her clit long enough to grasp the cool glass in her shaky hands and chug it in its entirety. Following that, she sucked in air to catch up with her rapid breathing. “Two days.”
“Without food or water?” Shadow gawked. He retrieved the empty glass from her and set it aside. His gaze was as cold as the water that pooled in her stomach. When he placed his hand against her abdomen, it caused her to shiver.
She resisted the urge to spread her legs for him, but only barely. Instead, she relished in the new-found sensation of being able to speak painlessly. “How did you know?”
“How did I know you went into heat?” he asked with an amused quirk of his brow.
Amy gave a rushed nod.
“Well, first of all, you usually call me when I’m away for more than a day. You’ve built up that cute habit on your own, so when you didn’t call me for two days straight, I had an idea. But also,” he enunciated with the shifting of his hand, his palm resting on her pubic mound. “I could smell you through the front door. I swear, if you were throwing out any more pheromones, I’d think you were advertising it.”
On their own accord, her hips thrusted into his palm.
Shadow smirked at the excessive display of neediness. “Calm down, sweetheart. I’m here to take care of you; don’t worry.” His thumb slinked downward and pressed against the clit he had already predicted to be engorged. It was like her body had been waiting for him, as it greeted him generously with a high-pitched wail and a quiver. To him, it was like a perverse handshake. He would be serving her until she could find some kind of peaceful relief, or more likely, until her heat ended in a few days.
“Shadow,” Amy cried out, her tone something twisted between pleasure and pleading. “Please, you don’t want to help me with this. This one— this heat— it’s more, and I can’t—”
“You’re worried I’m going to breed you?” Shadow finished for her. His thumb was now making slow, adoring circles around her clit. The constant stroking was making her head dizzy with lust, and as her head swung back to choke down air, Shadow took that as a sign to hasten his movements. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t want you to, I need you to!” Amy screamed. She was quick to expand upon the vulgar notion. “If you don’t leave now, I won’t be able to stop myself. You, here, touching me— I can’t stop! And you don’t want to breed me!”
A smug chuckle flowed from his lips like honey, sticking to Amy’s brain with its overwhelming sweetness. “Who said I didn’t want to breed you? I’d like nothing more than to make you my mate.”
Her head spun too fast to come up with any further arguments. At least, not one that could possibly satisfy him and his desires for her. When Amy spoke, it was between strained groans of pleasure. “You— you don’t have t—to do that. Please, don’t— don’t feel like you have to!”
“Amy,” Shadow cooed, pressing his free hand against the hot skin of her cheek. “Tell me that that’s what you want, and I’ll make it a reality.”
Another orgasm was coming on quickly. The smoldering look in his eyes was chipping away at her resolve, not that she had much to begin with. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be bred by him, but every Mobian knew the price of such a debaucherous action: they’d be mated for life. She didn’t fear that prospect, not in the slightest. Shadow was loving, protective, and satisfied every carnal desire she could dream of enacting. Never did she consider, however, that Shadow would be open to such a permanent relationship.
Amy had to make a decision, then and now. With a firm yet quivering grip, she yanked his wrist away from her yearning arousal, and with a heaving chest, she began to beg. “I need to cum in your mouth. Please. I’ll do anything, please!”
Without a moment of hesitation or even the slightest hint of tentativeness, Shadow lowered himself between her slick-covered thighs. Using two fingers, he spread her vulva open. Her clit, as suspected, was swollen and red. He took the bud between his lips, flattening his tongue around the bottom of it, and gave it a light suction. That was enough to get her right up to the edge, shaking and pleading vocally for release. The poor, quivering mess was absolutely helpless under something as inconsequential as his tongue. He growled with pride as he flicked his tongue over her clit and she screamed, her orgasm ripping her apart from the inside out.
“Fuck! Shadow!” Amy moaned haggardly. Her hips gave a few more tiny thrusts into his awaiting lips before pausing and resting once again within the safety of her nest. Even so, her heat refused to depart. They both knew what was required to break a heat. “I need more,” she whispered, as if it were a sin alone to make the suggestion. “Can you make that a reality for me?”
Shadow’s palms roamed over the roundness of her spread thighs. He licked her cum from his lips hungrily; he couldn’t help but question how she managed to taste so impossibly sweet whenever her heat returned. It was like honey on his tongue. It was a flavor that lingered not only in his mouth but also in his mind. Something that permanent, that consistently present, was a perfect trait for his mate to have.
As he stood to remove his clothes, he briefly considered his future actions. Amy would become his mate for the rest of her life, and far after her life, even as he continued to outlive her. Amy would be the only woman Shadow would ever love, fuck, or taste. He peered down at her and her spread, seductive thighs, the curves of her soft breasts, the pink hair that (though it matted with sweat) spread over her pillow like silk— all of it was perfect. All of it would be his.
Shadow made quick work of his clothes. With his pants discarded, the erection that had been pressing against the zipper of his jeans was free to bob in the open air. It was a cock that Amy had been acquainted with many times, but she had never seen it quite that hard. A clear bead of precum rose to the surface of his tip, and with his thumb, he smoothed it down the head and began to stroke himself. Not too much, of course. He desired to make every moment last with her.
Her pheromones dragged him toward her on his knees like a dog. To Amy, her heat may be irresistible to indulge upon, but to Shadow, it was equally difficult not to bury his cock in her every time her hormones summoned him. Now, finally, they were prepared to give into those innate desires.
Shadow mounted her, spreading her legs and hooking her knees over his shoulders. “This is the last chance to change your mind. Once we begin, I’m going to fuck you until you’re mine.”
Amy groaned, entirely enamored by his tone and the truth he laid before her. Leaning forward, she gripped his shaft and tugged his cock into place, just hardly grazing her entrance. “I’m already all yours, Shadow. Stop playing with me and just breed me.” She released a shaky sigh. “Please.”
Shadow had never had raw sex with Amy while she was in heat. There had always been the presence of a condom, lest he breed her prematurely by mistake. Now, that safety net was gone. As he pushed into her, her slick offered him no resistance. She was insanely, undeniably, deliciously wet. His first few thrusts into her left him delirious. “I wish I could keep you like this. I’d take care of you; I’d make love to you for hours, until my tongue was numb and my cock was spent. It’s too bad that, after this, you won’t have another heat for a while.”
“Oh yeah?” Amy goaded, a victorious grin on her face. She stroked her hands up and down his chest in a languid motion as he pumped into her. “Why is that? Tell me.”
Shadow willingly took the bait she laid out for him, thrown mentally into the sweet daydream that had already been on his mind for months. With both hands gripping her waist, he pressed her down further into the nest while smacking his hips into hers. Her pelvis arched upward to meet his harsh thrusts, effectively bending her in half. The words that sat on the end of his tongue felt far too bold to say, but the logical side of his brain had been shut down in favor of the primal needs of his body. “You’re going to carry my spawn. Our child.”
That was all she needed to hear. Amy melted into a puddle of wanton need. She held a vice grip on the back of her knees, hoisting up her hips to the optimal angle for Shadow to get as deep as possible. Her moaning was egregious and perhaps a little embarrassing, but more than anything, Shadow found it to be nothing short of praise.
During her typical heats, he’d spend several days with his fingers deep inside her and his tongue pressed flat against her clit. Her moans were understandable then, as he always managed to steal several orgasms from her over the week of heat. Now, however, he found a sense of pride knowing that Amy’s reason for keening was the act of being bred by him. Therefore, he found himself to be more than worthy of the praise that cascaded out of her lips.
That didn’t mean he intended on ignoring her needs.
He leaned back onto his knees, her legs still perched upon his shoulders. Reaching around her thighs, he returned to stroking her clit with his thumb, keen on dragging at least one more orgasm out of her. Her face twisted up into something desperate, yet panicked, as if his actions had taken her by surprise.
With his free hand, Shadow gripped her face harshly, digging his thumb and pointer finger into her pink cheeks. “Keep making that face. I dare you. It’s like you’re just begging me to fuck you harder.”
Amy’s eyes widened at the prospect. Shadow was already keeping a merciless pace; his thumb circling her clit had driven her far past insane with lust. She pulled her knees up higher, nearly past her head, and jutted out her pelvis a little further. Each thrust into her went fully to the base of his cock. Each thrust filled her entirely, perfectly, just like she needed. There was nothing she wouldn’t give to have more.
“Please,” Amy choked out, her voice shaking with the pressure of Shadow thrusting and squeezing her diaphragm in the process. “If you’re going to breed me, make it worth my while.”
Shadow gave a gentle yet decent smack to her cheek. “Don’t talk like I’m not already getting you off!” he growled. “Do you want to cum for me again or not?” He pressed his thumb into her clit with little care for the sensitivity of her nerves, which were especially heightened because of her heat. Even as she howled, he stroked her rapidly and carelessly.
Overwhelming was the only word that could come to Amy’s mind. It was painful, as was the sting of the slap he left on her cheek; it also matched how his cock effortlessly stretched her out. Somehow, deep within that electric sea of pain, she found what she had earnestly been begging for. The overstimulation gave her a unique spark of pleasure. His sadistic eyes— as she was already aware— were a front, but that didn’t prevent them from causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Her response passed her lips like dying words, hardly audible yet well-heard. “Can I cum on your cock?”
Shadow had to hold himself back from his own orgasm after hearing her soft lips utter such sultry words. He sucked in air, preparing himself to work her through her impending orgasm. “Yes. Go ahead and cum.”
Another orgasm, stronger than all previous orgasms, traveled head-to-toe through Amy’s body like lightning. First she screamed, then her chest heaved for the air that had long been stolen from her, her vaginal walls clamped down hard on Shadow’s cock, and her legs trembled. It was hot on all her nerves and white behind her eyelids, but as relentless as Shadow’s pace was, there was still only one thing to end her heat.
“When are you going to cum in me?” Amy pleaded hoarsely, “Don’t you want to breed me?”
Shadow’s thrusts had already lost their rhythm after the sensation of Amy’s walls fluttering on his cock. Her words were hastening the pace of his orgasm, intentionally so, as both of them seemed desperate to finalize what they had set out to do. Despite that, Shadow slowed his thrusts. “Why can’t I keep fucking you forever? You’re so gorgeous like this.” With both hands, he squeezed and held the weight of her breasts. “You’re all mine, Rose.”
Amy’s head swam, her previous orgasm and Shadow’s shallow thrusts clouding her sense of judgment. She ran her fingers over her swollen, hypersensitive clit, enjoying the sting of pain it relinquished to her. “Then cum inside of me!”
It took a moment for her words to sink in, but then Shadow’s eyes became half-lidded. His forehead, which was dotted with sweat, pressed against hers, dragging Amy’s knees fully behind her head. He stole a soft kiss from her, a quiet and low groan passing from him to the skin of her lips. “Amy…” he whispered. “All mine.”
Shadow sank his cock deeply into her, and after a silent pause, a growl rumbled through his chest. He had never felt an orgasm quite that intense, never in his entire life. The intensity of the sensation alone was enough to scramble his brain and drive him to thrust deeper and deeper into her, forming something of a cycle. The kicker— what really drove him insane— was the look in her eyes. His mate. Her expression was warm. It was love incarnate, as if the concept had taken a physical form.
He filled her to the brim with his cum, thrusting until he could no longer tolerate it. They moaned and whined in unison like twin songbirds as he slowly pulled out, a small flood of white cum flooding out afterward. It was only then that the realization struck both of them. Of course, this was not an unwelcome reminder, but it was odd to truly accept. From then on, they were each other’s only solace, their only source of light in a dark world, and their other half.
Shadow fell beside Amy, pulling her into his arms. His slick, softening cock nudged intimately against the split between her thighs. His mate reeled with exhaustion, falling limp into the bedding, as she often did after having sex during her heat. She simply needed to be held. It was a requirement that he was more than willing to oblige.
“Do you think… my heat will be over now?” Amy panted out, huffing in cool air.
“I can only hope so. I’d hate for you to have to keep going through this,” Shadow replied. He took the chance to feel the entirety of her bare body while he had the chance, starting with the curve of her hip and working his way up to her breast as it drooped toward the side she lay on. It’d be a lie to say this was a rare opportunity. Shadow saw Amy naked more often than he saw himself, he’d bet. That didn’t change the fact that, for the first time, he got to worship the body of the person he’d love for the rest of his existence. His mate. Repeating those words over and over again in his head made the experience feel like a fever dream.
Whatever fears or concerns Amy felt were swallowed up by the presence of his hands on her skin. She felt whole. “I guess we’ll see in a few hours, huh?”
Shadow nodded. He placed a palm on her cheek and stroked his thumb over her hot skin. A sense of protectiveness overrode everything else. He couldn’t forget about the events that led up to their current predicament, nor could he ignore the state that her heat left her in. “I won’t leave you alone for another heat. Never again.”
As Amy curled in their shared nest, she smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”