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huniebunny · 2 years

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Nyien's heat

[Content: Explicit Sexual Activity, Knotting, Overstimulation, Rutting, Blowjob (offered)]

[Words: 1823 words]

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Theo fell off the couch with a groan. Once he shook off the pain of suddenly meeting the floor, he glared at his group’s glorified cat, Nyien, whose mouth was full with the decorative pillows meant for the couch. “Goddamn it, Ny-” The independent didn’t stick around to toy with Theo more, running off to the room they’d claimed. Theo grumbled, and looked down at the poor couch he’d been shoved off.

Old and rickety, yes, but it once had all of its cushions when the group had snuck away to this cabin. And Ruth had bothered with getting a few nice pillows to decorate it. The furniture laid bare before him, with even some of the fabric being scratched and torn off the back. If this kept up, they wouldn’t have a couch left.

He ran his hands through his hair as he sought out Wallace to try and get a handle on Nyien. However, Wallace opened three doors in the hall, frustrated that they were missing most of their quilts and comforters. “Nyien!” Wallace grumbled before noticing Theo’s approach. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Yeah, no shit. We’re about to be out of a couch.”

“And any bedding,” Wallace confirmed.

He rubbed his face in his palms before turning toward the room Nyein claimed. Opening the door was an unexpected struggle. It wouldn’t budge, but the lock wasn’t in place. Finally, with the weight of both him and Theo, the door flew open. And there were all of the pillows and quilts and sheets from across the cabin. All bundled from wall to wall on the floor and in the middle of it all, Nyein.

Theo’s cheeks burned as he found out why Nyien took the couch pillows. He got up with his hands in the air then turned away. “Nope, no, yeah, the cat can keep the damn pillows for all I care.”

Wallace shook his head and stood up. “Nyein.”

The independent paused with a whine then looked up at their leader. Wallace simply sighed, rubbing his neck as he looked around the room. He’d forgotten their yearly heat. He grimaced at the thought of the one place that would deal with this quickly. “Do you want to go see Irin?”

Nyien perked up at that, nodding intensely. “But, you can’t bring her back here.” Deflating, they huffed but agreed. A portal opened, and Nyein jumped through first. Wallace followed after, closing the portal behind him. He closed his eyes as his senses were bombarded by lights and music. He groaned but followed after Nyien as they rushed over to the bar where Irin currently ran drinks.

She paused what she was doing when she noticed the two of them and smiled. “Just’a moment you two! Let me finish these up!” She sent out the last round of drinks and stepped away from the bar, wiping her hands on the apron she wore. In light of the upcoming holiday, all of the escorts were dressed up in costume. Irin’s curves were hugged by a floral patterned dress, accentuated by the apron tightly tied around her waist. She squeaked as Nyein pulled her in and held her tight then laughed, running her hands through their fur.

“Oh, someone’s excited to see me! What’s the occasion?” Before Wallace could answer, Nyein lifted Irin off the ground, burying their face in her neck and rubbing themselves against her. “Oh- Oh! I see now.” She giggled, turning her attention to Wallace. “No worries, I’ll handle this. Let’s just get a private room,” She assured.

Wallace nodded, turning to leave so she could do her work. Until, she stopped him. “I’ll actually need you present.” He blankly stared at her, causing her to blush. “You won’t need to do anything-! It’s just for safety.” He thickly swallowed but nodded, whistling to get Nyein’s attention.

“Let go of her,” he signed. “She’s getting a room.”

Nyien pouted but let Irin go, pressing their cheeks into her hands for a moment as she stopped petting them. She led the two of them through the curtains lining the walls to a soundproof room. The moment Irin unlocked the door, Nyien whisked her up and onto the bed where they promptly laid on top of her, rutting against her dress. Wallace shook his head as he closed and locked the door behind him before taking a seat in the chaise set in the corner.

“I know you’re riled up, but I need to get undressed-” Nyein didn’t hesitate to rake their claws over her dress, the shreds of fabric falling away to leave her in period appropriate underwear.

Wallace snickered to himself, trying to keep quiet. Irin’s cheeks filled red , turning over to lightly glare at him. “Don’t laugh- Oop-” Their banter was interrupted by her bottoms being torn off and Nyien’s tongue pressing into her pussy. A breathless moan escaped her, readjusting to lift her hips off the bed. She resisted a shiver as their long tongue entered her and tried to stay still as the cryptid prepared her for what’ll happen.

She lifted her head and peeked through her legs to see what she was working with, jaw falling open at the cock presented for her. Ribbed with a pointed tip, and exponentially larger in girth toward the base, followed by a slightly wider area. Irin could only assume what that would be. If she were any normal woman, simply being penetrated by it would ruin her; and much less the end of it all if she’d become pregnant.

Her skin jumped as Nyein’s tongue pulled out of her and she’s dragged to the edge of the bed. Before she could turn around or placate Nyien at all, her wrists were pinned down to the bed and their cock pushed its way into her pussy, forcing a strangled gasp out of her. The cryptid didn’t wait or hesitate to bottom out, fully sheathing themselves inside of her.

Irin fully shivered, white-knuckling the comforter. Wallace’s eyes widened, sitting straighter. “Are you okay?” He asked.

She nodded, breathing deeply. “Fine, fine… It’s…” She weakly moaned as the cock pulled out and pushed back in, fully. “Fuck, it’s- fine-” She couldn’t speak much more as Nyien thrusted into her. Letting go of the sheets, she attempted to relax her body. It was futile, though. The ribbing scraped along every pleasurable inch of her pussy, spread open wide with its girth. Its tip kissed her cervix, spreading more chills along her spine at the thought of being stuck like that.

Wallace watched, lips pressed together and fingers tapping the arms of the chaise. He was only here for her safety. He had to be as professional as she was.. Er, that wasn’t the comparison he wanted. But he was there for one thing, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted by his body’s desires. He’s just glad he thought to wear his mask right then.

The pace picked up, and Irin whimpered, scratching into the sheets. “Yes, yes, yes- You’re so deep inside me-” Her moans picked up, but she buried her mouth in the comforter to muffle herself. Her eyes were screwed shut until Nyien slowed a little. She lifted her head, trying to look back at the cryptid. “No, please, do that again…I want it.” She bit her lip as Nyien followed through, squealing. “Just like that! S-so fast…”

Her moaning turned into whimpering as her muscles tensed up. “Fuck- I’m cumming- More, more, more, please, I’m cumming-” One final squeal left her as her body fully tensed before going limp. But Nyein doubled their effort now that she’d gone pliant, their cock teasing her overstimulated pussy. “Oh, god,” she weakly moaned.

Wallace stood at that point, braced against the other side of the bed. He ignored the tightness under his belt as he tapped her cheek to make sure she was conscious. He sighed in relief as she looked at him. “You good?” he asked, receiving a nod from her. He nodded, heart racing as her hazy gaze drifted down to the unintentional tent in his pants. “You’re doing so good, Irin.” He’s not sure if he said that aloud, but the bite of her lip confirmed it.

“You’re such a good girl for us..” She pressed her cheek into his gloved palm, futilely hiding her blushing face in his hand. “Taking Nyien so well… You gonna let him cum inside?” Another silent nod. “Good girl.”

Her brows furrowed as she lifted her head from his hand. “I want your cock, too..”

He thickly swallowed, running his hand through her ruined hair. “After they finish.” She nodded before going limp again.

Nyien had released her wrists to wrap around her hips and waist, digging their claws in her skin. They pulled her into their thrusts, going as deep as they could. Irin stiffened up as each thrust had something even girthier almost enter her. Knot confirmed, she scrambled for purchase as Nyein reached their limit. They finally buried themselves deep in her, pulling her back until their knot forced its way in.

Irin tensed up as a second orgasm washed over her, hand reaching down as her abdomen inflated. “So- much-” Both she and Nyein went limp, stuck together in a blissful haze. Nyien nuzzled her shoulder, leaving their scent on her for next time. Wallace tried to breathe evenly and compose himself for once they became lucid again.

Nyein was the first to recover, lifting Irin up with them and sitting down on the floor. Irin breathed deeply, but became conscious enough to pet Nyien a bit. “You were so good, Nyien. Thank you for coming to me.”

Wallace walked around the bed and knelt down. “Well, they were kind of ruining the cabin.”

Irin turned her attention back to Wallace. She smiled at him. “You were good, too. I didn’t think you had it in you to give that kind of praise.”

His face burned under the mask, ultimately reminded of his own issue despite being there for her safety. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“You should let it come over you more often. Maybe you could use it on someone special.” He clicked his tongue at her teasing. “And you could do what you implied you would since I’m stuck like this for the time being.”

“...” His fingers tapped in his knee. He took an instinctive glance to the door despite having locked it himself. “You sure?”

“It’s my job. Don’t worry, you can save all your gentleness for your crush,” she continued to tease.

Wallace sighed. It was her job to satisfy guests.. No. No, he wouldn’t go as far as to use her for such simple relief. “I’ll hold off.” He stood up, waving his hand dismissively. “Let me get you some water. Just rest for now.”

Irin blinked before shrugging and shaking her head. “Whatever you say, Wallace.”

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