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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 2 years ago

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Mating Season

How Halsin’s romance might have played out if we could have had his kisses, adoration, and been totally railed senseless by Oak Daddy from the end of Act I. An ode to Halsin’s hairy chest, big arms, and the vein that I know stands out so thickly on his *muffled horny noises*

After a long and tiring day of fighting off goblins as you search for the Githyanki Crèche, you groan in relief as you sink into the cool waters of the river. Everyone else is back at camp and you’re able to enjoy the currents swirling around your naked body.

You float in the water, thinking about how much your party has grown in the past few weeks. First Shadowheart, Gale, and Astarion, then Lae’zel, Wyll, and Karlach, and finally Halsin, the wildshape druid you rescued from the goblins. He’s a focused member of the group, a valuable healer, and an unstoppable force in battle. You occasionally feel things turning against you in a fight, and then Halsin is there, supporting the group and laying down swathes of flame, lightning and ice. His bear shape never fails to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies.

Around the fire at night, he talks openly about his quest to free the Shadow-Cursed lands, his admiration for the party, and his praise for your leadership. His gentle words about you have your body prickling with awareness of his.

That warm smile of his. His large and clever hands. His deep, gentle voice. Everything about this man makes you tingle all the way down to your toes. Whenever you think his gaze is lingering on your mouth, he murmurs goodnight to you and leaves your side. You watch him go, wishing that instead he would reach out and touch you.

An angry, snarling sound fills the air and you sit up in the water. Not far from you, an enormous bear, grunting and breathing hard, walks heavily down the riverbank. It’s huge, and its muscular body blocking out the setting sun, and from the noises it's making and its attitude, it’s a hair's-breadth from lashing out at anything that moves.

You freeze, not daring even to breathe, hoping with everything you have that the animal will turn around and head back the other way. Instead, it launches itself into the water with an almighty splash.

As it disappears beneath the surface, you notice a faint scar over the bear’s right eye, as if it’s been clawed. You recognize that scar.

Wait, is this--

Golden light flashes. The water seethes. A man stands up where there was a bear just moments ago, water cascading from his body. Halsin, and he must have stripped before he changed into wildshape for now he’s completely naked, standing hip-deep in the water.

He’s partly turned away from you but you can tell his manner is no less worked up than it was in bear form. He swipes his hands angrily through his dripping hair and breathes hard, the muscles of his shoulders and arms clenched in frustration.

Halsin is one of the gentlest-natured men you’ve ever met, most of the time. Like nature, he too can be wild, his eyes flashing and his voice breaking like thunder over you when he’s frustrated or disappointed, such as when he was remonstrating Kagha for the Rite of Thorns. How magnificent he was that day.

But what is he restless for now? He stands in the water, looking around at the forest, gripped with frustration, and when he turns a little more your way you can see that the root of his cock is thickened in a tell-tale manner.

Ah.

That kind of frustration.

You quietly make your way to the edge of the river where a willow tree is trailing in the water, moving as carefully and as quietly as you can. This feels like a private moment you’re intruding on. Even though you don’t mean to spy, it feels like you are. The fronds of the willow provide a little cover for you, and hopefully Halsin will cool off and leave the way he came.

The dice do not roll your way this evening as he approaches you, seeking deeper water. A moment later, your gazes lock, and his eyes widen in surprise.

‘What are you doing there?’

‘I wasn’t spying on you,’ you tell him quickly. ‘I thought you needed some peace, so I was waiting here quietly.’

His eyes run over you, your back pressed against the river bank and cowering amid the willow leaves.

Halsin heaves a regretful sigh. ‘I frightened you, didn’t I? I am sorry. It’s all right, I am myself again.’

He smiles and holds out his hand. It’s a tight smile, like he’s forcing it for you, but you’re no longer worried a bear is about to disembowel you.

You place your cool fingers into his large, hot ones and let him draw you slowly out of your hiding place. The water is deep enough here that your nakedness is covered, and so is his.

You relax as you gaze up at him, enjoying the sensation of Halsin holding your hand. Quietly enjoying the sight of his bare chest and handsome face. You hope he might walk you into the shallows so you can be naked together, but he remains in deep water, sunk in thought.

‘The river is yours. I’ll leave you to enjoy it,’ you murmur, and glance to where you left your clothes.

Halsin’s fingers are still tightly twined through yours beneath the water. He seems to be in a world of his own as he gazes at your mouth, your throat, the droplets of water sliding through your wet hair and down your shoulders. A world that includes you. A world where you’re touching one another.

‘Halsin?’ you ask tentatively. Hopefully. If he wants to move closer and kiss you, that’s more than okay with you. After a long and dusty day, there’s nothing you’d like more than exploring his body in the cool water. That hairy chest of his. His hard muscles. You long to run your tongue over him. Flex your fingers on his biceps. Trace the red tattoo on his cheek.

Halsin comes back into himself with a deep inhale, and he lets go of your hand. ‘Then I’ll see you back at camp.’ He moves away from you through the currents.

As you push the water from your body and dress in your clothes, you search for Halsin in the river, but he’s disappeared around a bend.

***

Later around the campfire, you’re hyper aware of Halsin as you talk with Gale about his home in Baldur’s Gate. Halsin is silent, the campfire flickering over his handsome face. You try not to pay him any more attention than you do the others, but your interest in him has spilled over into blazing attraction.

Your gazes lock and Halsin’s brows are drawn tightly together.

Is he glaring at you?

A moment later he gets to his feet and, unnoticed by the others, slips away into the darkness. Something’s eating at that man and you wish you knew what.

A short time later, you take a bottle down to the river to refill it with water before turning and heading for your bed. As you round the corner of the ruin where you’ve made your camp, you run straight into Halsin.

His eyes widen and they flare with heat and surprise, and then he quickly looks away and moves past you.

‘Have I done something to make you angry with me?’ you call after him.

Halsin stops dead. He stares straight ahead for a moment, and then slowly turns to you, shaking his head. ‘Far from it. I am worked up and frustrated, but not with anger.’

Maybe his frustrations are because of you, and that’s a thought you don’t know what to do with when he keeps avoiding you.

Not knowing what else to say, you tell him, ‘We will free the Shadow-Cursed lands soon. I know we will.’

He breathes out heavily, his expression troubled. ‘I’m not thinking of the Shadow-Curse right now, even though I should be. It is more important than anything I...’ He trails off, but his gaze lingers on your mouth. ‘...want.’

Halsin steps closer, and you feel the heat blazing off his chest. His warmth and bulk are so welcoming and you crave to reach out and touch him. The backs of his fingers caress your hair. The lightest of touches. Then he takes a handful of your hair and dips his head, bringing the strands to his nose.

‘You smell wonderful.’ He heaves a deep sigh, and whispers, ‘Can I hold you for a moment?’

That sounds lovely to you, and you nod.

Halsin wraps an arm around your waist, scoops you against him, and buries his face in your neck. ‘By Silvanus, your scent is sweet,’ he groans. ‘I caught it when we first met, in that foul goblin nest. How it pleased me. Getting to know you these past few weeks has been even sweeter.’

Your hands are plastered against his chest and so is your body. He’s saying everything you hoped to hear. More than you hoped to hear. He has such a beautiful way with words. You turn your head so he can kiss you, but he still refrains.

Taking a ragged breath, he releases you and steps back. ‘I’m sorry. It’s always difficult this time of year.’

You miss his warmth so much that you shiver. ‘What time of year?’

He gazes at you for a long time. ‘You may laugh, but I’ll tell you. It’s bear mating season.’

You don’t laugh, but your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

‘I know--I’m no bear,’ Halsin says with a laugh of his own, ‘but I spend so much time in wildshape that bear instincts tug on my heart and...other parts of me. I return to my own form and unfortunately the needs do not dissipate. In fact, they worsen, because it is not a bear I want. When she comes close to me smelling like spring and honey and warm sunshine I can’t help but crave her.’ A smile glimmers on his lips.

Enough being vague. You want to hear him say it. You step closer and put a hand against his chest. ‘A general someone, or anyone in particular?’

He groans softly and captures your face in his hands. He drinks you in and swipes his thumb across your lips. The gesture is soft, and full of the promise of his kiss.

‘You are someone I admire and I think I could grow to care deeply about,’ he murmurs. ‘I care about you so much already. Any little scratch you receive I want to push Shadowheart out of the way and tend to you myself.’

Your heart soars.

‘But this isn’t how or when I wanted to begin anything with you. I have to walk away.’

Disappointment plummets through you.

He’s still holding your face and his expression is conflicted. It seems he wants to put an end to this for now but can’t bring himself to do it.

‘I can walk away, if that helps?’

His eyes fill with gratitude and longing. ‘Please. That would be a mercy. Know that when the time comes, I will come to you with more than lust in my heart.’

You nod, trailing your fingers down his chest as you step back, but you fail to see what’s wrong with him desiring you. ‘Whatever you need. Of course.’

‘I hope I haven’t offended you.’

You smile gently at him. ‘Your desire is so far from offensive. Please know that I don’t demand more of your attention than you’re willing to give. The Shadow Cursed lands are your priority and I’m...’ How to put this delicately? I’m here for you and you can rail me senseless in between your duties whenever you want to let off steam. That’s what you want to say, but you’re too shy to say it. ‘...Here. Your friend. Always.’

Halsin seems to catch your meaning anyway as his jaw flexes and he nods slowly.

You promised him you would walk away, and you do, and though you give him ample time to allow him to pull you back, the next sound you hear is a clash and a growl, and a flare of golden light. When you glance over your shoulder, a bear is thundering into the woods on all fours.

***

A few days later, you’re returning to camp feeling like you’ve been put through a meat grinder, and your companions haven’t fared much better. Gale is unusually silent and covered in blood. Shadowheart is exhausted and dragging her feet. You’re trying not to limp because she and Halsin have already cast so much healing magic. Something’s wrong with your leg, but you’ll see to it yourself when you’re alone.

The others bid you tired farewells as they head for their tents, but someone catches your arm and holds you back.

‘Oak Father, you’re bleeding. Why didn’t you say anything?’

Halsin is staring at your legs, and you stare with him. Blood is pooling around your foot. Oh, that’s not good.

‘I can tend to it myself after I’ve had some rest--’

Your words are cut off as the massive druid picks you up in his arms and carries you into a crumbling barn. Automatically, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean against the solid bulk of his chest. Halsin lays you down on a pallet and helps you remove your armour, revealing a ragged gash on the top of your thigh. Your clothes have to be cut away until your legs are bare.

Halsin looks exhausted and has dark circles under his eyes. It seems he’s been taking little rest as he roams the forests nightly as a bear. When he reaches for you to lay healing hands on your wound, you place a hand on his wrist.

‘You don’t have to do this right now. I’ll bandage myself up and someone can heal me after they’ve rested.’

Halsin raises challenging eyebrows at you. ‘You believe I don’t have the strength to heal you myself? That I’ll walk away from the most important person in my life and leave her bleeding?’

You moisten your lips, trying not to show how much his words have affected you. The most important person in his life? Suddenly you don’t feel injured at all, and he hasn’t even healed you yet.

‘I have more than enough magic left for this. Now, lay back and let me do my work, and then you can get back to yours.’

You settle back on the pallet and gaze at the cobwebby rafters. Halsin’s hands hover over your thigh, and a warm, delicious feeling spreads through your leg, and then up between your thighs. Your head falls back in relief and pleasure.

Even Halsin makes a surprised noise. ‘That felt...’ He rubs your now-healed high, massaging the last of the tension and pain from your muscles. ‘That felt different. How’s your thigh now?’

You can’t help but moan and arch your back a little at his touch. ‘Good.’ Your voice comes out in a breathy whisper.

‘Just good?’ He strokes his palm over where there was a cut just moments ago.

‘Halsin, please, you make me feel heavenly,’ you whimper. The words pass your lips without thinking. You reach up to take hold of his shoulders so you can pull him down to kiss you, but pull back before you can touch him.

This isn’t what he wants. Your hands clench on the pallet, feeling your core ache with need. As soon as he leaves, you can get yourself off thinking about him.

‘Would you like me to go?’ he asks softly.

‘I never want you to go.’

His hand rests lightly on your leg.

You open your eyes and gaze up at him, and he’s sitting so close to you. ‘But if you stay, you’re going to see me touching myself.’ Then you smile at him, remembering your last conversation. ‘I would love for you to see that. As a friend.’

You want him to see you. You want him to participate.

He smiles and leans down to you, and runs the blade of his nose up your cheek. ‘I can’t think of anything more wonderful after a long, hard day, my dear friend.’

Halsin lays down beside you and props his head against his fist. With gentle fingers, he helps you to drag your underwear down your legs and cast them aside. As your teeth sink into your lower lip, you gently touch yourself, your eyes on his handsome face. Halsin strokes your thighs, your stomach, finds the fastenings on your clothes and loosens them. As he pulls back your bodice, revealing your breasts, he lowers his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

You cry out and flex up into him. Heat is gathering within you. You suck on your lower lip and release it. ‘Please--your fingers--I need--’ you manage between pants. You can barely get the words out, but he understands. Halsin drags two fingers through your sex, making them slippery, and then sinks them inside you.

Another loud cry from you. Gods, he feels perfect.

Halsin groans and kisses your throat, murmuring, ‘You’re so tight around me. Have you been as frustrated as I am?’ He pumps his thick fingers in and out of you, slowly at first, and then faster.

Yes you have, the godsdamned stubborn bear of man. He should have pulled you into his arms that day in the river and let you suck all the frustration from his body out through his cock.

‘So frustrated,’ you whimper. ‘Please, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.’

He brushes his lips over yours. ‘I won’t stop. You’re always so beautiful, but like this, all of nature pales in comparison.’

You reach down and lay your hand over his wrist, adoring the tension and flex of his muscles in his arm as he moves inside you. Your fingers keep moving on your clit as you moan and cry out his name, and when you come you dig your nails into his flesh, and press your feet into the ground so he can fuck you even harder with his fingers.

When you fall back exhausted, Halsin sits up and spreads your thighs open, trailing his fingers over your sex and drinking in the sight of you as you catch your breath. ‘Your body is wondrous.’ He leans over and kisses you, his tongue caressing yours. ‘Will you rest well tonight?’

You nod, feeling drunk from his kiss and your climax.

He smiles. ‘Then I’ll rest well too, knowing that you’re sleeping soundly. Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment with me.’

As he sits up, you notice that he’s hard inside his tight pants. Excessively hard. Huge in fact. He shouldn’t be leaving, he should be pulling off his clothes and pounding the living daylights out of you until he also gets the release he needs.

But he’s gone before you can call him back to you. That’s not why he just blew your mind, was it? He healed you, and now he wants you to get some rest. Druid’s orders, apparently.

You smile and roll over, and fall into a doze.

***

The next morning, before anyone has arisen, Halsin finds you coming back from the river. You smile at him, thinking he looks so handsome in the morning light, and you expect him to keep moving past you. Instead, he stops and smiles at you, as if basking in the sight of you is all he wants right now.

‘May I have a kiss?’ you ask hopefully. Perhaps he’s decided not to want anything for himself right now, but he still wants to make you happy.

Without needing to be asked twice, Halsin grasps you around the waist with his large hands and walks you back against the wall, kissing you enthusiastically. ‘I can still smell you on my fingers this morning. I could smell you all night. You are a delight.’

Your lips part for his so he can kiss you even deeper. With your arms around his neck, you revel in the sensation of his mouth on yours.

‘I find you irresistible.’ Another kiss. ‘But we have much to do today.’ Another kiss.

‘We do,’ you say, smiling as he kisses you again.

He gazes down at you for a moment, a slight frown between his brows. ‘If you need more, know that I won’t be offended if you take another lover. Nature intends for us to roam and be free.’

You have considered that, if not someone at camp, then a handsome stranger at a tavern, but you’d only be thinking about Halsin the whole time. ‘And if I don’t want to?’

‘You must do as pleases you,’ he replies, and kisses you again.

You guess that he didn’t tell you this for idle reasons, but to let you know about his own preferences. You reach up and stroke your fingers through his russet hair. ‘I have always wanted my own person, but to roam with them. Share everything with them. I would miss you too much if I was to roam without you.’

He smiles down at you. ‘Us, with others? I would like that, in time. You’re more than enough for me, but I wouldn’t wish for you to be denied anything. Seeing you with another lover, and participating as well...it sounds wonderful.’ Then he steps away from you. ‘But we are getting ahead of ourselves. My thoughts turn to other things for now. But they will turn back to you.’

With a final warm squeeze of your hand, he leaves you, but your heart is lighter than it’s been in a long time.

***

Two nights later, you’re awoken by snarling and roaring in the distance, and you sit bolt upright. It sounds like two large animals are fighting in the woods.

Only Astarion is awake. ‘What a ridiculous racket,’ he mutters with a scowl, before licking his thumb and turning the page of the book he’s reading.

You look over at Halsin’s pallet, knowing it’s going to be empty before you lay eyes on it, but your stomach drops just the same when you see that it is. You scramble to your feet and set off at a run into the darkness.

You follow the roaring and snarling and it doesn’t take long to find two bears fighting with teeth bared and swipes of their claws. You recognise Halsin from the scars over his eye.

What can you do to help him? A spell? A cantrip?

Before you can decide, Halsin swipes the other bear so hard across the snout that it reels back, and then turns and runs away into the woods.

Halsin paces up and down for a moment, and then golden light ripples, nearly blinding you, and when you open your eyes again, he’s striding toward you. His chest is heaving and blood is pouring from scratches and bites across his shoulders and throat. Nothing life threatening, but he’d be in pain if he wasn’t so angry.

‘That bear was looking for a mate, and I wasn’t having it prowling around her when I haven’t even tasted her myself.’

Halsin when he’s feeling himself wouldn’t say something so uncharacteristically possessive. It must be the mating season instincts overriding his natural feelings. ‘That bear wouldn’t have been interested in me.’ Also, you could have tasted me by now if you’d wanted to.

He doesn’t seem to have heard you as he glares into the darkness. Suddenly, he rounds on you. ‘It’s dangerous out here. You shouldn’t have come. Go back to bed.’

You fold your arms and stay where you are. The big alpha bear can throw his weight around, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to jump to obey his commands. ‘Shouldn’t have come? Would you have ignored me if I was being attacked in the woods?’

Halsin takes a deep breath and some of the anger melts from his face. He pushes his hands through his hair and shakes his head. ‘Of course not, I would never abandon you like that. Thank you for coming out here to help me. I promise I’m not ungrateful. I’m all out of sorts because...’ He gestures vaguely at himself and the woods around you both.

You smile at him. ‘I know. It’s mating season.’

You help him pick dirt and gravel out of his cuts before he casts healing magic on himself, but you’re not ready to leave him and go to bed. The river is close by and you take his hand and lead him to the water.

‘Let’s wash the blood and dirt off you.’

At the riverbank, hesitantly you reach for his clothes. He says nothing but he’s watching you with such intensity, and so you find the fastenings and help him out of them. With gentle fingers, he does the same for you. The night air is warm and still. Crickets are chirping and the river makes gentle rushing noises. The two of you are standing so close that you’re breathing each other’s breaths. His massive chest lifts and falls. Your nipples tighten with awareness of him. You don’t want to stare but you can’t help but look at this beautiful man as you undress him.

Halsin helps you out of your underwear, and his cock bumps against your thigh. He’s so hard that he’s standing to attention, his foreskin drawn back, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters, and you want to run your tongue along the thick vein that stands out on his shaft.

‘Sorry. Ignore me,’ he mutters.

You don’t want to ignore the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen, but you keep your hands to yourself and look up at him. ‘I want to feel flattered. Should I feel flattered?’

‘You know I think you’re wonderful,’ he breathes, caressing your face.

Oh, by all the gods, then fuck me, please.

‘Would you want me even if it wasn’t mating season?’

‘Of course I would, though I’d probably be better at keeping that to myself. You wouldn’t awaken to hear me fighting other bears in the woods, or see me staring at you with longing across the campfire. I’d still feel the same way, but I wouldn’t be so obvious about it. Probably.’

‘Do you mind that mating season makes you feel and act this way?’

He smiles and shakes his head. ‘It is who I am, and another connection I have to nature.’

‘Halsin. For a wildshape druid who believes in going with what’s natural, you’re very stubborn about resisting what your body is telling you it wants.’

A smile curves his lips. ‘You may be right. I’ve told myself that focusing on the Shadow Curse is the right and only thing to do, but...’

Halsin ducks his head and slants his mouth over yours. The kiss is so fierce and sudden, and pleasure takes a swan dive through your body. He wraps his arms around you and gathers you to him.

‘This isn’t how I imagined things between us,’ he murmurs. ‘I intended to come to you after the curse is lifted and declare my feelings for you, and tell you that my unburdened heart is yours.’

‘Please still do that,’ you breathe, planting soft kisses again and again on his mouth. ‘I would love that. But don’t walk away from me now.’

‘You want me, even though my mind is often on things other than you?’

What a romantic Halsin is, wanting to give you his whole heart at once, or nothing at all. ‘Of course I do,’ you tell him, your fingers stroking his bare back. You don’t need that declaration yet. You just need him.

Halsin lifts you in his arms and carries you into the water, gazing into your eyes. The water flows around your bodies as he kisses you and places you on your feet.

He nods at something over your shoulder. ‘I have to taste you. Turn around and put your hands on that rock.’

You do as he asks, standing thighs-deep in the water and bent over with your hands braced against the river bank. Halsin kneels down in the water and cups your ass.

‘So beautiful...’ You feel his tongue run up your sex, and you moan and close your eyes. He’s slow and languorous about it. Not trying to make you come, just tasting you thoroughly and enjoying the sensation of you against his tongue.

Halsin stands up and when you glance over your shoulder you see him gazing at your sex as he strokes you with his fingers and fists his cock slowly up and down.

‘Can I have you, sweet one?’ he asks huskily.

‘Please, gods, yes .’ You’ll go crazy if he holds back a moment longer.

You feel him step closer, and the blunt head of his cock slides against your slippery entrance. He feels alarmingly thick and you take a deep breath and try to relax.

With a muttered oath, he sinks into you. As much of him as he can, anyway. Gods, he’s a lot . You walk your feet apart, trying to accommodate more of him.

‘Too much?’ he asks, hesitating.

You shake your head desperately. ‘Not too much. More, please.’

He fucks you slowly, working himself deeper by delicious increments, while your cries fill the night air along with his ragged breathing. His blunt nails scratch your flesh. He roughly squeezes handfuls of your ass.

You reach down between your legs and touch yourself, and you grow wetter and wetter, allowing him to fuck you in long, smooth strokes. Every single one makes your insides light up. Your orgasm is barrelling down on you surprisingly fast.

‘Please, fuck me hard, I’m going to come,’ you beg him.

Halsin groans and takes your hips in a secure grip and slams into you, over and over, hard, brutal and heavenly thrusts. You push against the rock to hold you steady as a wild, untamable sensation crashes over you, and you cry out loud enough for the whole forest to hear you.

Your head is hanging low and you’re panting as you feel Halsin draw out of you.

‘But you haven’t come,’ you protest, straightening up and turning around. It’s what you want, to see and feel this beautiful man let go.

He takes your hand and helps you out of the river. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’

He lays back on the grass and pulls you astride him so your thighs are straddling him. ‘I want to see you like this as well.’

Hungry for more, you grasp his cock and sink down his length. Halsin groans and his head tips back, and he squeezes both your breasts in his large hands. His throat is so beautiful, and so is his chest. You draw patterns in his chest hair as you move up and down his length.

Weeks of frustration and wanting him haven’t been fulfilled by one climax, and soon you feel another one gathering within you. He watches you with a smile as you desperately moan and pant his name. As your cries reach a crescendo, Halsin plants his feet securely against the ground and pushes sharply up into you, over and over, making you shatter around him even harder than before.

You collapse forward on his chest, weakened and helpless, his cock still lodged deep inside you.

‘That was wonderful,’ you moan, your cheek plastered against his chest. ‘Give me a moment and we can change positions. I’m not stopping until you come.’

He rubs circles on your back. ‘I think I might shift into wildshape if we keep going. I can feel the need getting stronger and stronger.’

‘I don’t mind. Your bear form is pretty sexy.’

He laughs softly, a surprised sound. ‘Really? I’m pleased you think so.’

Even sexier is the way he looks while he’s changing, his body even bulkier and hair sprouting everywhere. ‘Can you change part ways?’

His hand stops moving on your back as he considers this. ‘I can. I think it might be easier for me to maintain that, rather than one or the other.’

Halsin rolls you both over until you’re on your back in the grass and pinned beneath him. With a heavy hand on your inner thigh, he pushes your knees up to your chest and thrusts deeper, and then again.

‘By Silvanus, you feel wonderful,’ he pants.

A ripple goes through his body. His eyes turn fiercely golden. The hair thickens across his chest and spreads over his shoulders and down his arms. His top lip pulls back from his teeth, revealing thick incisors. His cock swells to what feels like twice its size inside you. You gaze at him in wonder. He looks incredible like this.

As he continues to pump his cock into you, you press your hands against his muscular, hairy stomach, struggling to accommodate all of him.

‘I’m hurting you,’ he realises, his voice more growl than words. ‘I can change back.’

‘No, don’t stop. Just slow down for a moment. It’s a good problem to have.’ You reach down to the place where you’re joined and wrap your fingers around his slippery thickness. Gods, that’s wonderful. So is his bulk looming over you and the rich, animal scent of his body. He thrusts carefully, watching you closely, his golden gaze roaming over you.

‘So beautiful, sweet one,’ he rumbles. ‘Are you sure you like me like this?’

‘Yes, oh gods, yes.’

With every thrust, it’s getting easier for him to slide his whole length deep inside you, and pleasure stabs through you every time he bottoms out.

You reach up and cup his furred cheek. ‘I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even sexier like this. How does it feel for you?’

He groans and seems to take courage from your words. ‘Like I’m finally free. No longer fighting what I crave.’ The speed of his thrusts pick up, and he devours you hungrily. ‘You’re so good to me.’

His breathing becomes a throaty snarl. His claws dig lovingly into your thigh. His hips move in a relentless rhythm, long thrusts, and then shorter, urgent ones, and you can tell he’s nearing his peak. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life as his body stiffens and his climax breaks through him, and he throws his head back.

With a groan, he sinks down onto his elbow and buries his face in your throat. As you hold him tight, you feel him shift back to his human form, his skin smooth and damp with perspiration.

Halsin lifts his head and kisses you. ‘I’ve never done anything like that before. Was it all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’

You hasten to assure him that he didn’t and it was everything you wanted.

He smiles. ‘How wonderful you are.’

You stroke his sweaty hair back. Neither have I. You’re so beautiful always, and especially seeing you like that, through wildshape eyes.’

He rolls onto his side in the grass and wraps both his arms around you, keeping you tight against his chest. ‘I shouldn’t have been so stubborn. The world feels so much better now I have you in my arms.’

‘How long does mating season last?’ you ask. You hope it’s a long time, and he needs you often.

He laughs, a deep sound reverberating through his chest. ‘It’s every moment I lay eyes on you, sweet one.’

‘I hope that I haven’t distracted you from your duties.’

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. ‘I’m more motivated than ever.’

You lay like that together in the grass until Halsin feels your cooling body shiver.

He helps you to your feet and draws you into his arms for one last, tender kiss. Cradling your face in his hands, he murmurs, ‘You are the person I admire most in the world. I feel honoured by every moment I spend by your side.’ He kisses you again. ‘Know that I can’t wait until I’m able to tell you that my whole heart is yours.’

Thank you so much for reading. Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think! Or tell me how the Halsin brainrot is affecting you while playing BG3. I have just about no braincells left by now. Only Daddy Bear remains.

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My favorite patient

*pairing: popular pervy hybrid husky Jay x vet Girl

*trope: opposite attraction

*synopsis: Jay is a Siberian Husky hybrid, an "alpha" of his family, but something strange is happening: at 22, he has never experienced heat. Despite his dominant nature and the affection he has for those close to him, his body seems to be somehow "stuck." After a chance encounter with Y/n, a young veterinary student specializing in hybrids, Jay realizes that there is something unexpectedly binding him to her. As Y/n helps him uncover what is happening, the two find themselves facing the growing attraction between them, filled with tension and misunderstandings.

*tags: Jay is a husky hybrid, lots of tension, Jay will have his first heat, needy Jay, touchy Jay and protagonist, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) normal sexy-doggy sex, love to tease, funny, pet names (little vet,noona)

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(English is not my native language)

It’s when instinct takes over, and the body prepares to find a mate for reproduction. Every hybrid, whether a wolf, a cat, or another species, experiences this physical and mental process. For Jay, a Siberian Husky hybrid, heat is a rite everyone seems to experience, but at 22 years old, he has never felt it. It’s strange, and abnormal, making him different even from his younger friends, who, in some way, seem to have already gone through it.

Jay was born into a family of highly influential and respected hybrids in the hybrid world, and his blood is considered extraordinarily valuable. It’s not just physical; his personality also makes him a dominant figure: affectionate, yet stubborn and independent. His Husky appearance is imposing, with thick fur and penetrating eyes, but when he transforms into a human, his charm and presence are impossible to ignore. He’s always believed that he should follow his instincts, but the fact that he has never experienced heat torments him.

It was a quiet day at the university. The sun was shining warmly on the crowded student-filled streets, and the atmosphere had that lively springtime feeling. Jay walked confidently between the classrooms, but something was off. He had just finished a meeting with his closest friends, and the conversation, as usual, had taken a turn that made him shake his head.

-Jay, buddy, you need to go to the clinic. I’ve been telling you for months!"- Hee, a fawn hybrid, looked at him with a fond but concerned smile. -It’s not possible that you, the alpha, have never gone through heat. We’re all waiting for you, but something’s not right.-

Jay raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of curiosity and distrust.

'But is there something wrong with me, guys? I don’t need any clinic for... for that.'

Jake, a golden retriever hybrid with brown hair and soft ears sticking out from his head, looked at him with a playful smile. "Hey, man, we’re not saying you’re broken! It’s just that you’re the only one who hasn’t gone through heat yet. We’re starting to worry about you."

Jay took a step back, crossing his arms with an amused yet slightly irritated look. 'So what? It’s not a big deal, is it?'

"Jay, stop acting tough," Jake, the golden retriever hybrid who, despite his sunny and friendly nature, knew when to be serious, intervened. "You’re the only one who hasn’t had it. Naturally, we’re worried. Even I, being a dog, went through it a long time ago."

'That’s exactly why I can’t take it too seriously,' Jay replied, grimacing. "You dogs and fawns... you get worked up over nothing!"

Hee laughed, shaking his head with his characteristic smile. -Us 'canines' and 'fawns' are just worried about you, buddy, that’s all. But by the way, I talked to someone who might help you.-

Jay looked at him, intrigued but still skeptical. 'And who would that be?'

-Y/N,- Hee replied confidently. -She’s a friend of mine, who works at the university clinic. Let me tell you, she’s saved me a bunch of times when I was getting into trouble as a kid. She’s great, and she’s not just a student. She knows her stuff. She’ll help you.-

Jay scrutinized Hee, nodding but not convinced. 'A newly graduated girl who’s still studying, huh? And I’m supposed to let her touch me?'

-Jay, she’s a professional. She’s not just some 'girl.' I assure you, she’s prepared, and she’ll make you feel comfortable. Why don’t you at least try? You won’t lose anything.-

'If she tells me 'calm down' even once, I swear I won’t set foot in a clinic again,' Jay replied, laughing but with a hint of doubt. His alpha hybrid nature made him resistant to depending on anyone, especially if it was a young girl wanting to 'treat' or help him.

"Hee’s right, Jay," Jake added, always with his cheerful but sincere tone. "She’s good, I’m telling you. We’re all a little nervous about going to someone unknown, but if there’s a chance to fix this thing... maybe it wouldn’t be so bad."

'Alright, alright,' Jay said, raising his hands in surrender. 'I’ll go, but I don’t promise I won’t run off immediately.'

Hee laughed heartily and then gave him a friendly shove. -You’ll see, you won’t run away. Y/N is kind, and she knows how to deal with hybrids like you.-

Jay knew his friends just wanted to help him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of resistance. He didn’t like the idea of being examined, especially by someone he didn’t know well. But the thought of finally being free from the discomfort he felt inside made him pause.

With one last resigned sigh, he said, 'Fine. Let’s see what this Y/N can do.'

You had been working at the university's veterinary clinic for a couple of months now, and, unfortunately, you knew that working with hybrids was never monotonous. Your love for the profession made it easy to forget the difficulties you might encounter. Hybrids had unpredictable behaviors, and while most were well-behaved, there were always those who gave you a headache. Today, you had no idea that the visit you were about to handle would be one of the most difficult of all.

The red light came on suddenly, signaling that someone was in the waiting room. As you stepped out, your eyes were immediately drawn to two figures sitting there. One of them you knew very well, perhaps too well. Heeseung, a fawn hybrid, was staring at you with his cheeky grin, while the other guy beside him, with a dominant appearance, was a Siberian Husky hybrid. Jay, you thought immediately.

-Y/N!- Heeseung raised his hand, greeting you with an amused look. -I hope I didn’t put you in a difficult spot with this guy,- he said, gesturing to Jay with a friendly but slightly provocative motion.

"You never put me in a difficult spot, Heeseung," you replied, though your tone was curt, almost impassive. Not that you didn’t like working with Heeseung, but by now you knew his unpredictable nature. He was always looking for trouble, and you had learned not to fall for it anymore.

Heeseung smiled, his fawn side showing in every movement.

-You see, the problem isn’t mine this time,- he said with one eye gleaming mischievously. -Him,- he indicated Jay, -is the only one who needs you.-

When you looked at him, you immediately understood there was something different about him.

Jay was sitting, arms crossed, with an expression of someone waiting to see what would happen, but his posture, and his aura, were different from those of other hybrids you had seen. There was a hardness, an intensity that didn’t escape you.

Jay’s amber eyes slowly lifted to meet yours. His gaze was so intense it made your blood freeze. His jaw, visibly sharp, looked ready to snap at any moment, and his husky hybrid posture made you feel his silent strength.

"Why are you here, Jay?" you asked with a firm tone, trying to keep control.

'I need a check-up,' he replied, but his tone left little room for further conversation. His voice was deep, but there was a tension in it you couldn’t ignore.

Then, you looked at him more closely. There was something wrong with him, something that sent a chill down your spine. His gaze didn’t waver for even a second, as if he was studying every move you made. The impression he gave was that of a hybrid who didn’t want to be treated by anyone but at the same time couldn’t help but seek answers. His aura was so imposing that it almost felt tangible, a primal force that didn’t hide its power.

Despite everything, you answered in your usual professional tone, trying to mask the growing tension inside you: "What brings you to the clinic? You don’t look like the type to seek help."

Jay huffed, then made a small gesture with his hand, as if saying he didn’t want to talk about it. 'I’m here only because Heeseung practically forced me.'

Heeseung chuckled, knowing well how it would play out. -That’s not true,- he said with an affectionate smile, but with a hint of sarcasm. -I didn’t exactly force you, but you know that when things aren’t going right, we have to intervene. So, Y/N will do her job and help you.-

Jay didn’t seem particularly thrilled to be there, but you didn’t have time to ask why. Heeseung and Jake had always been a bit of a "trouble" team to handle, but now the situation was a bit more complicated with Jay. It was hard to tell what was beneath the surface with that guy.

"Alright, let’s go," you said, trying to keep calm. You turned toward Jay, but before entering the room, his gaze followed you for a second longer. His eyes seemed to want to dig into you, to read every part of you, as if searching for something that hadn’t been revealed yet.

Then, as if it wasn’t enough, Jay gave a nearly imperceptible smile, but it seemed more like a challenge. His gaze became even more penetrating, and suddenly, you felt a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t tell if it was a threat or attraction, but that moment made you realize he wouldn’t be an easy case to handle.

When you entered the room with Jay, you felt strangely nervous, as if he were an enigma you needed to solve at all costs. The tension in the air was palpable, but you were determined. It was your job. But you knew this visit wouldn’t be like any other.

The tension in the air was palpable, but your instinct as a veterinarian specialized in hybrids always kept you calm, even with the most... complicated patients. You turned toward Jay with a gentle smile, trying to ease some of the charged atmosphere.

"Could you pass me your dog tag?" you asked kindly.

Jay shot you a penetrating glance as if trying to read your every intention before making a move. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the dog tag, handing it to you without saying a word.

As you took it, you glanced at the details and couldn't hold back a small comment. "Wow, you're a purebred? I don't see many of those around. It's quite rare."

Heeseung, always eager to jump into the conversation with his light tone, chuckled and added with a grin: -Oh, Jay is one of a kind, believe me.-

Jay suddenly turned toward him and shot him a commanding glare.

"Shut up, Heeseung." His voice was firm and deep, with that alpha tone that left no room for discussion.

However, you were already used to the attitudes of dominant hybrids and continued entering his data into the system without being intimidated. After a few seconds, you looked up and stared at him intently.

"So, tell me, what’s wrong?"

For the first time, Heeseung said nothing. The talkative guy, the one who loved to tease Jay, was completely silent. That was the first sign that something serious was going on.

Jay cleared his throat, his gaze briefly avoiding yours. Then, his cheeks flushed slightly. It was almost imperceptible, but you, with your trained eye, noticed it right away.

After a long silence, Jay finally spoke, his tone authoritative but slightly stiff: "I've never had a heat."

There was a brief moment of silence, then you widened your eyes in surprise. "Never?"

It was rare. No, more than rare, it was almost impossible. Hybrids, especially those with a purebred lineage like his, usually had their first heat quite early. Yet he, a twenty-two-year-old Husky, had never experienced a single sign of heat.

Jay immediately furrowed his brows, his eyes darkening with irritation. "Are you deaf or something? I said never."

His harsh tone didn't escape you, but instead of getting annoyed, you decided to handle it the right way. You knew hybrids well, and you understood how sensitive they could be about their insecurities.

"Oh, sorry," you responded with a slight, challenging smile, tilting your head just a little. "Usually, when a patient tells me something so absurd, I always ask for confirmation. But if you're sure..."

Heeseung barely suppressed a laugh and gave you a knowing look, while Jay stared at you as if trying to figure out whether you were teasing him or not.

-Jay, calm down,- Heeseung intervened, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "It's fine, that's why we're here. She can help you."

Jay huffed, crossing his arms again. "I shouldn't even be here."

At that point, his gaze returned to you, more intense than before. He was staring at you with that penetrating look, almost challenging you to say something wrong.

But you didn’t look away. "I won’t make you feel uncomfortable, Jay." Your tone was firm and sincere. "My job is to help you, not to embarrass you."

For a moment, his gaze softened, even if only for a fraction of a second. Then he gave a slight nod as if reluctantly accepting the situation.

You already knew he wouldn't be an easy patient. But there was something about him that intrigued you, something that made you want to uncover the mystery behind his problem.

He relaxed slightly in his chair, stretching his legs with an almost bored air, but his eyes sparkled with sharp intelligence and something more playful. His tail, which had remained still until a moment ago, began to move slowly, almost imperceptibly, behind him.

"Before we start the check-up, I need to ask you a few personal questions."

Jay raised an eyebrow and ran a hand through his silver hair with a nonchalant air. "Personal questions, huh?" His tone was filled with a subtle irony. "Alright, let’s see how far you’ll go."

You glanced at Heeseung, who nodded with an amused smile.

-I’ll wait outside, Jay. And try not to scare Y/N too much, okay?-

Jay growled low, just enough for him to understand that he didn’t appreciate the comment. "Get out of here, Bambi."

You chuckled softly as Heeseung left. "You two are quite the odd pair."

"Oh?" Jay tilted his head slightly, his gaze full of challenge. "You find it strange that an alpha Husky and a deer get along?"

"I find it stranger that a deer manages to keep you in check." You smiled, crossing your arms.

Jay stared at you with a half-smile, his tail flicking slightly to the side. "We’ll see if you can handle me, little vet."

You ignored the provocation and started with the questions.

"Have you ever been attracted to someone? And if so, what type of people do you like? Do you prefer hybrids, purebreds, or humans?"

Jay licked his lower lip and answered casually, "I’ve never had specific preferences. Hybrids have their charm, but humans… they have something different. A particular scent."

"A particular scent?" you repeated, curious.

Jay leaned back in his chair, watching you closely. "Hybrids tend to have very strong scents, loaded with pheromones. But humans? Sometimes their scent is more subtle, more intriguing. It’s something that teases."

You nodded, jotting down his answer. "And what about your parents? How old were they when they had their first heat, and when did they mate?"

Jay sighed, clearly not thrilled by the question.

"My father was eighteen, my mother seventeen. They mated shortly after."

You bit your lip, thinking. "And you, at twenty-two?"

Jay shot you an intense look, a crooked smile on his lips. "You’re enjoying reminding me of that, aren’t you?"

"It’s a medical matter, Jay." You gave him a playful glance. "But let’s move on to a slightly more personal question."

"More personal than knowing when my parents had sex?"

You laughed softly. "Oh yes. Much more personal."

Jay raised an eyebrow, his tail now moving slightly faster. "Let’s see what you’ve got for me."

You cleared your throat and looked at him innocently. "Have you ever had sexual desires?"

There was a brief silence, then a low growl echoed in the room. Jay leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Do you think I’m some sort of saint? Of course I have sexual desires."

You simply smiled. "You’ve never had heat, so I have to ask. It’s my job."

Jay shook his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement mixed with provocation. "I’ve never had heat, but that doesn’t mean I’m a virgin."

That answer surprised you a bit, but you didn’t show it. "Oh?"

"I’ve never found a girl with a scent that drove me crazy, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun."

You bit your lower lip, intrigued. "Interesting."

Jay smiled, his eyes darkening. "What else do you want to know, doctor?"

"What are your desires?"

Jay stayed silent for a few seconds, his gaze growing more intense. "You’re crossing the line."

"No, I’m just following the guidelines of the psychologists and doctors who work with hybrids." You lifted your tablet and showed him the sheet with the question written in black and white. "See? Nothing personal."

Jay suppressed a small smile. "Okay, you want to know?"

You nodded, pretending to be innocent.

Jay ran a hand through his hair, then spoke in a lower voice. "A lot of times I get excited thinking about filling up a human."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried not to let it show. "Filling up?" you repeated, pretending not to understand.

Jay chuckled softly, tilting his head. "Oh, you understood perfectly, little vet."

Heat crept up your cheeks, but you kept your professional demeanor. "Go on."

Jay stretched slightly, his tail now wagging at a slow, controlled rhythm. "I like being touched. Especially my tail."

You tilted your head, taking notes. "The tail? That’s a very sensitive area for canine hybrids, makes sense."

"Not just for that." Jay smiled mischievously.

You ignored the provocation and continued. "Do you prefer to dominate or be dominated?"

Jay licked his lower lip. "I like to dominate. But only with a girl who knows her place and, at the same time, knows how to challenge me."

"Interesting," you murmured, noting everything down.

Then you looked up again. "Preferred position?"

Jay smirked, tilting his head to the side. "Doggy style."

There was a moment of silence, then you burst out laughing. "I should’ve known."

"What can I say, I’m a Husky." Jay shrugged with a satisfied smile.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to maintain composure. "Okay, I think we can call it a day with the questions."

Jay stretched, his gaze still fixed on you. "Did you have fun?"

"Enough." You gave him a playful glance. "But now comes the most fun part."

"Oh?"

"The check-up." You smiled at him, while he stared at you with an intensity that sent chills down your spine.

"Lie down on the examination table." Your tone was professional, but you couldn’t deny that Jay had a commanding presence.

He sighed but stood up without arguing much. He slowly took off his shirt, letting the fabric slide off and reveal golden skin, well-defined muscles, and a V-line that disappeared under his pants. A trail of fine hairs ran below his belly button, and your gaze lingered on it for a fraction of a second before Jay noticed.

"What’s the matter, little vet? Never seen a body like mine?" he smirked, his tone full of mischief.

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "You’ll be disappointed, but I’ve seen hundreds of hybrids. There’s nothing special about you."

Jay smiled, but his tail twitched slightly, indicating that your response had dealt a small blow to his pride. "We’ll see."

You approached with the tablet and gloves, starting the check-up. First, his ears. "I’m just measuring, try to stay still."

You gently placed your fingers on his thick husky ears, and immediately a low growl resonated in Jay’s chest. It was a mix of a warning and an involuntary sound. "Strange, usually hybrids with such thick ears aren’t so sensitive."

"I’m not like the others," Jay mumbled, watching you from under his lashes.

You nodded and noted on the tablet that the measurements were perfect. "Lift your tail, I need to measure it."

Jay gave you an amused look. "If you wanted to touch it, you could’ve just asked."

You laughed with a sigh. "God, you’re unbearable."

"And you’re cute when you blush."

You ignored the comment and gently grabbed his tail to measure it. As soon as your fingers brushed it, you felt a slight muscular twitch in his body, and a low, guttural sound escaped his lips. It almost sounded like… a grunt of pleasure?

Jay immediately stiffened, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at you in surprise. "What was that?" he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile. "You’re probably more sensitive than I thought. Nothing to be ashamed of, some hybrids are like that."

He continued to stare at you, then relaxed and sighed. "Bullshit."

You continued the exam, ignoring the way Jay was now looking at you, as if you’d suddenly become more interesting.

"Now take some deep breaths, I need to check your lungs."

You placed the stethoscope on his chest, and he obeyed, inhaling and exhaling. Every reading was perfect. When you moved to check his heartbeat, everything was normal. "You seem to be in perfect health."

Jay furrowed his brows and sighed heavily. "Great." But his tone was far from happy.

"Shouldn’t you be happy about that?" you asked, tilting your head.

Jay stared at you with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. "It would’ve been better if you’d found something wrong."

"Why?"

He ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed again. "Because then I’d have had an excuse. But if I’m perfectly healthy, then it’s even more embarrassing that I’ve never had my first heat."

For a moment, you saw him genuinely vulnerable beneath his provocateur mask.

You stepped closer, giving his hand a gentle tap. "You know, Jay… You’re not broken. Sometimes the body has its own timing, especially for a purebred like you."

He looked at you for a moment, then his expression returned to its usual one—arrogant and self-assured. "And how do you know that?"

You smiled confidently. "Because it’s my job to know. And trust me, we’ll find a solution for you."

Jay licked his lips and shook his head. "You’re more stubborn than you seem."

"And you’re more sensitive than you want to admit," you retorted with a sweet smile.

Jay chuckled softly, his tail moving again. "We’ll see which one of us is right."

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A week had passed since you first met Jay, and his situation continued to leave you puzzled. You had spent days studying tables, research, and case studies on Huskies, trying to figure out what could be unusual about him. Yet, the data was clear: all Huskies, especially purebred Alpha ones, experienced their first heat well before the age of 20.

But Jay, at 22, had nothing.

You had even asked for advice from your colleagues at the clinic, and they all suggested the same thing: to run specific blood tests, both normal and those to measure the percentages of knots and sexual hormone levels—testosterone, alpha pheromones, and specific receptors for the heat instinct.

And so, here you were, ready for round two with Jay.

Just as you were preparing everything, you heard the door open and a familiar scent of wood and moss mixed with sweat filled the air. You looked up just in time to see Jay enter, walking relaxed, his hair slightly damp and messy, showing that he had just taken a shower. He wore a slightly oversized gray hoodie over a pair of sweatpants and carried the baseball team’s bag, which he dropped beside the chair with a dull thud.

"Noona" His voice was a perfect mix of amusement and provocation as he leaned back into the chair with a half-satisfied grin.

You blinked for a second, surprised by the nickname, before pursing your lips into a thin line. "Excuse me, what?"

Jay chuckled, his tail wagging slightly. "Hee told me you're two years older than me. I thought it would be cute to call you that."

You shot him a glare, crossing your arms. "Cute for who? Not for me."

He shrugged with a sly smile. "Aww, Noona gets upset easily. What a shame, you look better when you smile."

"You’re unbearable," you sighed, ignoring the warmth rising to your cheeks. "Sit down and behave, we need to run some tests."

"Good boy?" Jay tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Noona, I don’t think I’ve ever been a good boy."

You rolled your eyes and handed him an elastic band. "Roll up your sleeve, we need to take your blood."

Jay did as you said, revealing a toned forearm, with veins visible beneath his golden skin. He relaxed into the chair, but his eyes never left you as you prepared.

"So, let me get this straight," he said with an ironic tone, "now I’m basically your personal experiment?"

You sighed, gently preparing his arm. "You’re not an experiment, Jay. It’s to understand what’s going on with your body."

"Oh? So, you’re interested in my body?"

You paused for a second, then poked a finger at his chest. "Stop turning everything to your advantage."

He laughed quietly, his chest vibrating under your touch. "I can’t help it, Noona. You’re so fun when you try to stand up to me."

Ignoring him, you expertly inserted the needle into his vein, noticing he didn’t flinch. "Good. Not afraid of needles, at least."

"Nope," Jay smiled, tilting his head. "Although... let’s just say I’d prefer to be touched by you in more interesting ways."

You stopped for a moment before giving him a sharp look. "Do you realize I’m literally drawing your blood? You’d be wiser not to get me annoyed."

Jay chuckled, but for the first time, he seemed a little uncomfortable. His gaze wandered around the room before returning to you. "Joking aside... do you have any idea what could be wrong with me?"

You bit your lip, watching the blood fill the vial. "We have to wait for the results. But, theoretically, it could be a genetic anomaly, an inherited factor, or… it could be that your body is simply waiting for a specific trigger to start the heat."

"A specific trigger?" Jay raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

You shrugged. "A scent, a person, a particular situation… every hybrid is different. But it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a bad thing."

Jay nodded slowly, his usual grin replaced by a faint thoughtful expression. "And if it never happens?"

You looked at him for a moment, then lightly brushed his arm with a reassuring gesture. "Then we’ll find a solution together."

He lowered his gaze for a second, then smiled almost genuinely. "Okay, Noona. I’ll keep you updated."

You sighed, removing the needle and dabbing the area with a cotton ball. "And stop calling me Noona."

Jay shook his head, his tail wagging more forcefully. "Naaaah. I like seeing you irritated too much."

You covered your face with one hand while he laughed softly and adjusted his sleeve. "You’re the worst patient I’ve ever had."

"And you’re the most interesting doctor I’ve ever met."

You sat at your desk in the clinic, staring at the results of Jay’s tests with your eyebrows slightly furrowed. Everything was perfect: normal hormone levels, no deficiencies, no abnormalities. Yet, one thing immediately caught your eye: the value of his knot.

Too high.

It was a percentage typically seen only in hybrids who had already knotted several times… or in those who, despite having had relations, had never found their true mate. And Jay, apparently, fell into the second category.

So this was the problem.

Hybrids didn’t knot purely out of physical instinct; they needed an emotional connection and a scent that irresistibly drew them in. If Jay had never gone into heat, it meant his body hadn’t yet found that scent, that taste, that presence that would completely ignite him.

But when it happened...

It would explode.

His heat wouldn’t be like others, which lasted a few hours or, at most, a day. No, his body had accumulated years of repressed instincts, and once he found his “prey,” he wouldn’t settle for just once.

You sighed, closing the file and massaging your temples. And now, how were you going to tell him?

Another week had passed when Jay returned to the clinic.

You were busy with another patient when you smelled that familiar scent of wood and moss mixed with something stronger, warmer. Jay was there, leaning against the reception counter, the usual bored expression on his face but with something different this time.

He had one hand buried in his hair, his eyes slightly squinted as his chest rose and fell with slow breaths. His tail, usually wagging playfully, was now twitching erratically, almost as if it were... restless.

You didn’t pay much attention and called him into your office.

“Here’s my problematic patient,” you joked, crossing your arms as you watched him enter.

Jay lifted his gaze to meet yours, and this time, you really noticed. There was something strange in his eyes, a different gleam. And most of all, there was something strange about the way he looked at you.

Too intense. Too attentive.

He sat down in front of your desk, and you handed him the results. “Good news, you’re as healthy as a horse. But…”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “But?”

You sighed. “The value of your knot is unusually high. In simple terms, it means your body has been ready for a while, but your heat never triggered because you haven’t yet found a scent that attracts you enough.”

Jay remained silent for a moment, then rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “So… you’re telling me my body’s waiting for someone in particular?”

“Exactly.”

“And when I find them?” Jay leaned slightly forward, his silver eyes fixed on yours. “Will my heat explode?”

You swallowed, trying to stay calm in the face of his almost predatory gaze. “More or less, yes.”

Jay remained silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath.

And that’s when something strange happened.

His eyes widened slightly, his tail tensed, and his breathing suddenly shifted rhythm.

You looked at him, confused. “Jay?”

He didn’t respond right away. He licked his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, then closed his eyes for a second, as if trying to focus on something.

“What scent are you wearing?” His voice was lower than usual, almost hoarse.

“Huh?” You blinked, surprised by the question. “I don’t wear anything special, why?”

Jay squinted, nervously licking his canine tooth, as though trying to hold something back. Then he shook his head as if to dispel the thought.

“Nothing.” He suddenly stood up. “I have to go.”

“Wait, Jay, what’s happening?” You tried to stop him, but he moved with surprising speed, almost rushing out of the room.

You stayed there, confused, as his scent lingered in the air.

And only then did you notice a small detail.

The moment Jay became agitated…His tail had started wagging.

The party was in full chaos. The music was blasting, the fraternity living room was packed with hybrids and humans laughing, drinking, and flirting with each other. But Jay wasn’t having fun.

He was sitting on one of the sofas, one hand buried in his damp hair, his jaw clenched. He kept feeling the air thick with cloying, sweet smells, too many female pheromones mixed together, and it was annoying.

Many girls approached, casually touching his arm, smiling at him mischievously. He always rolled his eyes and moved away slightly, irritated.

Heeseung, sitting next to him with a drink in hand, had been watching him for a few minutes with concern. -You okay?- he asked finally, raising an eyebrow.

Jay ran a hand over his nose as if trying to clear his mind. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that… can you smell this? Too many female scents, too sweet. It’s giving me a headache.”

At these words, his friends exchanged a glance.

Jake, with his usual amused expression, leaned back against the sofa and looked at him sideways. 'Jay, we’re at a party full of humans and hybrids, it’s OBVIOUS there’s going to be strong smells.'

Jay growled lowly. “That’s not what I mean. It’s different… It’s like my body’s on high alert, but not in a good way. I don’t like these smells.”

Sunghoon leaned in slightly, crossing his arms.--Oh yeah? So what scent do you like?--

Jay scoffed, annoyed, but then ran his hand over his nose again, trying to focus on the missing sensation. “Vanilla... and fig.”

His friends looked at each other, confused.

<Idon’t know anyone with that scent,> Jungwon said, shaking his head.

“Neither do I,” Jay admitted, scrunching his nose.

But just at that moment, something changed.

A light breeze passed through the room as the front door opened, bringing with it a new scent. Sweet, warm, with a fruity note that hit his brain like a punch to the face.

Jay immediately stiffened, his pupils dilated, and his tail tensed… then it began to wag involuntarily.

No. No, no, no.

He heard Heeseung chuckle next to him. -Oh shit.-

Then, as if fate wanted to trap him even more, Heeseung raised his voice. -Y/N! You’re here!-

Jay snapped his head around.

And there you were, in the middle of the crowd. A simple dress, your hair down, and that scent. That scent his body had been waiting for years.

He felt his blood rush to his ears as his tail continued to move uncontrollably.

Jake gave him a shove on the arm, chuckling. 'Shit.'

Sunghoon shook his head. --Now it makes sense.--

Jungwon grinned. <Bro, you’re screwed.>

And Jay, as you came closer with an unaware smile, realized they were right.

The party was in full swing, but Jay felt trapped.

The moment you approached, his body stiffened. His heartbeat accelerated, his jaw clenched. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be you.

Yet, the scent of vanilla and fig slipped into his nostrils like a damn temptation, triggering something primal inside him.

Not here. Not now.

Jay greeted you in a curt tone, not even looking you in the eye, then abruptly turned and headed toward the stairs, grabbing Heeseung by the arm.

You were left confused. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d been treating you poorly and with hostility since the last time he came to the clinic.

You watched him as he disappeared upstairs, confused and slightly irritated. Jay had never been too friendly with you, but this… this was pure hostility.

Heeseung, being dragged along, smiled with amusement. -Wow, what a welcome. You really should work on your manners.-

Jay only stopped once they were far enough from the chaos. He ran a hand over his face, breathing heavily.

“I don’t want her here,” he said, his voice low and tense.

Heeseung tilted his head, his deer-like ears moving slightly. -Who, Y/N?-

“Yeah.”

-And why?- His tone was overly amused.

Jay growled low. “Don’t make that face. You know why.”

Heeseung laughed. -Bro… are you telling me YOUR heat is reacting to her?-

Jay shoved him lightly against the wall, eyes locked on his. “Don’t mess with me.”

But Heeseung had already figured it out.

The air around Jay was tense, restless. That tail of his that had started wagging a few minutes ago? Now it was motionless. A clear sign that Jay was struggling with something inside himself.

Heeseung crossed his arms, shaking his head. -You can’t just stop her from being somewhere because her scent’s messing with you, you know?-

Jay looked away, clenching his jaw. “I don’t get messed up by anyone.”

-Oh, you mean because her scent is driving you completely insane? No, I didn’t notice.-

Jay shot him a glare. “Don’t joke about it.”

Heeseung raised his hands in surrender. -Hey, I didn’t say anything. But admit it, Jay. She’s the one for you.-

“Stop talking nonsense.”

-Then why are you acting like this? No one else reacts this way to smells, and you know it.-

Jay didn’t respond. He knew Heeseung was right, but he didn’t want to accept it.

At that moment, he heard footsteps behind him.

You. You had approached unknowingly, maybe looking for an explanation, maybe because you weren’t the type to ignore a behavior like that.

“Jay?”

He turned around sharply. You looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is everything okay? You seemed… uncomfortable.”

Jay growled softly, clenching his fists. “Don’t get involved.”

You froze for a moment, surprised by his reaction. “Excuse me? Is that how you talk to people? I’ve been trying to help you for over a month.”

Heeseung stepped aside, raising his hands as if to say, "I’m not involved in this."

Jay took a step toward you, his animal scent slightly stronger. “I don’t want anyone in my room tonight. No one.”

His voice was deep, heavy with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

It twisted your stomach, but you didn’t look away. “Don’t worry, I have no intention of following you.”

He didn’t answer. He gave you one last look—one full of frustration and… something else—then turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving you there with a million questions.

Heeseung sighed, laughing quietly. -Jay is… special.-

You crossed your arms, still a little shaken. “Yeah, I’d already figured that out.”

Were you worried? Absolutely.

Jay had skipped two check-up appointments, and if there was one thing you knew about him, it was that, no matter how stubborn and provocative he was, he wasn’t the type to avoid a situation without a valid reason.

Finally, exasperated, you stopped Heeseung in the hallway at the university to ask for explanations.

“Where’s Jay?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Heeseung scratched the back of his neck with a nervous smile. -Oh, you know… he’s busy with baseball.-

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Really? Strange, because the season hasn’t started yet and the practices aren’t that frequent.”

Heeseung raised his hands. -Hey, I’m just telling you what he said.-

It was vague. Too vague. Yet, the next afternoon, just as you were busy organizing some documents in your veterinary office, your phone vibrated.

You looked at the name on the screen.

Jay.

You let out a small sigh of relief. Finally.

Without even greeting him, you decided to tease him immediately.

“Oh, look who finally decides to check-in. I thought you were dead or had become an urban legend.”

Strangely, no playful response came from the other end of the line.

Silence.

You tilted your head slightly. “Jay? Are you okay?”

On the other end, a deep breath, then a low, raspy laugh. “Not exactly.”

You sensed something strange in his tone.

“Are you feeling sick? Do you have a fever?”

That same laugh, now lower, almost amused. “No. It’s a different kind of heat.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wait… That heat?”

“Mmh. That one.”

Your heart did a little flip in your chest. Finally. He had finally found the right scent.

A smile spread across your face. “Jay, that’s amazing! Does this mean you’ve found the girl?”

Silence. Then, with that low and sharp voice, Jay spoke bluntly.

“Yeah. I’ve found her. It’s you.”

Your breath hitched.

“And I want you to come to me. Now.”

You swallowed, surprised. “Jay…”

“I can’t take it anymore.” His voice grew rougher, more guttural. “I want you. I want to possess you, fill you, adore you.”

The phone almost slipped from your hands.

He was direct. Too direct. And the problem? The problem was that, deep down, a part of you didn’t want to reject him.

An hour later, you were standing in front of Jay’s door.

As soon as you raised your hand to knock, Heeseung’s relaxed voice stopped you. -Ah, Y/N.- You turned and saw him, Sunghoon, and Niki by the stairs. -We’re leaving, but if you need anything—”

You crossed your arms with a sly smile. “I know how to handle Jay, Hee. I’m a vet.”

He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. -As you wish. But… good luck.-

You couldn’t tell if his tone was amused or genuinely concerned. You knocked, and the door opened almost immediately as if Jay had been standing right behind it, waiting for you.

What you found in front of you left you speechless.

Jay’s hair was damp, still slightly messy from the heat of the shower, and a few drops ran down his sharp jawline. He was wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, sitting low on his hips, exposing his perfectly sculpted torso. His Husky ears were erect and alert, and his tail—that soft, thick tail—wagged slowly behind him.

He had a heavy look in his eyes. Dark, intense eyes. Too intense.

“Finally.”

It wasn’t a greeting. It was a low, satisfied growl, and he gestured for you to come in. As soon as the door closed behind you, without thinking, you ran your hand over his forehead.

Jay stiffened.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled softly, clenching his jaw.

You raised an eyebrow. “Checking if you have a fever, genius.”

A deeper growl came from his throat. “I don’t have a fever.” He stepped closer, forcing you to back up against the wall. His chest brushed against yours. “Want proof?”

His gaze dropped briefly to his sweatpants, and instinctively, you lowered your eyes—and oh. The fabric of his sweatpants stretched noticeably.

You cleared your throat, trying to mask the sudden warmth rising to your cheeks. “Okay… let’s just say I got it.”

Jay huffed, his tail wagging again. “Three cold showers today. Didn’t do shit.”

You decided to ease the tension with a joke. “Poor puppy, all frustrated.”

In response, in a smooth, decisive move, Jay reached out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him.

A surprised sound escaped you as you felt the heat of his body against yours. Strong, solid, burning.

He closed his eyes and buried his face against your neck. “Shit.”

You felt him inhale deeply, almost as if he wanted to trap your scent in his lungs. Then he lowered his voice.

“You drive me crazy.”

You laughed quietly, but the sound was immediately cut off when Jay shoved you against the door, with a speed that took your breath away.

“What’s so funny, noona?” His voice was a deep, vibrating growl. “Do you think I’m joking?”

His ears were perked forward, his tail wagging erratically behind him, a sign of his uncontrolled excitement.

He sniffed your neck, inhaling sharply as if wanting to imprint your scent inside. “Mh… vanilla and fig.” His warm tongue brushed your skin, dampening it slightly. “I should lick you all over to make sure the same scent is on other parts of your body.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

“Jay…”

He giggled, his chest vibrating against yours. “I like how my name sounds on your mouth, but I would like to hear you call me another way.” His knee crept between your legs, causing you to lose balance for a moment. "Maybe ' Alpha' would look good in your mouth, huh?” Swallow hard. “You dream if you think I'll say it.”

“See.” He licked your ear, nibbling at you softly. His hands clasped on your hips, strong, possessive. You could feel his body vibrating, the heat he gave off was almost suffocating. "You know what husks love to do in heat with their human companion?"he asked, the lower voice. You closed your eyes for a moment, your body already hypersensitive to its contact. "They want..." You groaned softly when you felt his nails brush your skin. “They want to mark their mate ... cover her with their smell.”

“Right.” His breathing became heavier. “And what else?” Swallow, trying to keep control. “They want to hold her, stop her from running away ... they want to bite her, hold her under them, feel her tremble.” He snapped, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder. His bite was not too strong, but it was enough to make you gasp. "Good girl," he whispered at you. “But you forgot the most important part.” His tail moved impatiently behind him, while his pelvis pressed against yours. “Node.” You could feel his breath getting more frantic.

"Tell me, noona... how long does it last?”

"D-Depends..." you swallow, trying to concentrate. "Hours ... maybe days. If the heat is strong, it can be exhausting.” He closed his eyes for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, suddenly, he laughed. "Fucked up.”

He lifted you slightly, holding you against the door. His eyes were completely blackened by the dilation of the pupils, his breathing red hot. “And so are you.” His hands gripped you with more force, his body trembled slightly.

“Because I want to sink into you until you hear my name scream.” He sniffed at you again, his chest vibrating with pleasure. “I want you marked, covered with my smell, I want to fill you and leave my warmth on you until you can no longer think of anyone else.” His hybrid side was taking over, and you knew there would be no coming back from that moment. He kissed you passionately, the kiss was an explosion of pent-up tension, a perfect mix, he grabbed you hard, his hands on your cheeks as he devoured your mouth, his lips warm, his breath labored. You felt completely enveloped by his warmth, his dominant aura but incredibly attentive to you. Between kisses, he smiled against your lips. "I bet you didn't think your little patient would become so problematic, eh noona?”

You laughed softly, but the sound turned into a sigh when his hands slid down your body, clutching you as if he did not want to let you go. Instinctively, your fingers found his thick ears, gently touching them. His body flinched against yours, a low, smug growl vibrated in his chest. “Continuous.”

His voice was hoarse, almost pleading. You did it, stroking it more decisively, enjoying the feeling of its soft fur between your fingers. He closed his eyes for a moment, biting his lip. But when his pelvis involuntarily moved against you, you clearly felt his length rub against your center. A groan escaped both of them. You clung to his toned arms, your breath accelerated. “You are hot ... ”

"Noona..." he gasped, lowering his head until it touched your throat. He kissed you softly, then with more heat, going up along the line of the jaw. “I can't take it anymore.”

You knew. You could feel it by the way it shook slightly, by the oppressive heat it emanated, by the urgency in its movements. Between kisses, you whispered, “Why don't we take a shower?” He paused for a second, blinked, then laughed quietly. "Are you trying to turn off my heat with cold water? Are you kidding me, noona?” You shook your head. “I'm serious.” You looked him straight in the eye. “It will make you feel better.” He looked at you, his expression changed slightly. “You're a really good vet.” A crooked smile ruffled his lips. “But I want you to know something.” He came up again, his hands going up along your back, his warm breath on your skin.

“I will do it only and exclusively with you. And in a few hours I will have you completely. I'll brand you. I'll fill you up.” He slowly licked the lobe of your ear, making your body wince. “And when the knot goes inside you, there will be no way back.” Swallow, a shiver ran down your back. He caught your expression and smiled contentedly. He kissed you again as he firmly pushed you gently towards the bathroom of his room. Entering, he took off your sweatshirt with a slow gesture, leaving you in a tank top. “You are beautiful.” You giggled quietly, trying to ease the tension. “You only say that because you are in heat.”

He shook his head, his expression serious. “It's not true.” He took your chin between your fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Even without having my length so damn excited, I would still have wanted you.” He bit his lip, as if he had decided to say something that he had been holding back for a long time. “I've wanted to try with you for weeks.”

Your heart missed a beat. You had no time to answer, because he came up again, kissing you with even more intensity. But this time, there was not only the animal need for warmth, there was also something deeper, more intense. Between kisses, your hands went down his toned torso, until they reached the elastic of his sweatpants. You slowly lowered them, feeling the muscles of her thighs strain under your fingers. And when the bulge in his boer he laughed quietly, with a hint of embarrassment, looking down for a moment. “It's so damn embarrassing.” You lifted your face to look at him, your lips curving into an amused smile. “Everything is ok. You don't have to be ashamed.”

He gave you an almost wary look, as if he couldn't believe how calm you were. But that moment of hesitation faded in a second when you approached his neck, nibbling at the birthmark he had right under his jaw-that little butterfly-shaped spot, or maybe heart-shaped. "F-Fuck..." he stuttered, his body stiffening in your arms

A deep growl rose from his chest as his hands clenched around your waist. “What do you think you're doing, noona?” His voice was hoarse, full of desire. You looked down at him, with a mischievous grin. "Nothing... I'm just kidding you a little bit.”

"Oh yes?” His growl turned into a half-groan when your lips grazed his neck again. "You always say I'm the one who teases…” Without giving him time to react, you gently pushed him to the shower, the hot steam already in the air. He followed you, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes chained to your movements. He took the tank top between your fingers and slid it off your body, his breath breaking for a moment. Then, in an instinctive motion, he knelt slightly in front of you, grabbing the sides of your pants to pull them off with maddening slowness.

He paused for a second, tilting his head as his gaze flowed over you. "Noona … a fucking red suit?” An amused smile formed on his lips. "Don't tell me it's a case.” Laugh slowly, crossing your arms to your chest. “I woke up wanting red.” He snorted, shaking his head with an incredulous expression. “You're a liar.” His fingers clasped around the sides of your panties, lowering them only a little while his gaze remained glued to the fabric. “These are spotless. You came home to change.” You felt yourself blushing, but you raised your chin with a playful challenge. “What if this is so?” He bit his lip, his husk ears abbass “Then it means you wanted me too, noona. You walked in here knowing exactly what you were doing, didn't you?"he whispered, his voice more hoarse than usual, a sign that the heat was hitting him in full force. "You came here… with those damn red panties … hoping you'd lose your mind."

He looked down at you, his jaw outstretched, as his ears bent back slightly, a clear signal of how close he was to giving in. You bit your lip, amused by his frustration, but he did not escape the way your cheeks turned red. He sniffed the air, his nostrils dilated as his instinct led him to capture every slightest variation of your scent. A low growl escaped from his lips. "Shit, I hear it," he hissed, running his tongue over the sharp canines. "Your smell is changing, did you know? You're doing it on purpose." You walked one step closer, lifting one hand to brush his hairy ear. He groaned quietly, a deep, animalistic sound, and his tail wagged even more.

"What's going on? Can't control yourself?"you teased him, running your fingers along his defined jaw. He sprinted forward, pressing you against the wall of the shower, the hot steam spreading through the air increasing the sense of intimacy. His eyes had darkened, her pupils dilated, her breathing irregular as his body trembled slightly.

"I haven't felt heat in twenty-two fucking years," he hissed at your ear, brushing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. "And now I finally feel it... but only with you." His tail grazed your bare side, caressing you slowly, as his hands slid down your back, clutching you. "Tell me, noona ..." he used that term on purpose, with a mischievous grin on his lips, " ... what do husks usually do in heat with their human companion?" The heat in your body intensified.

You knew he was testing your limits, playing with you exactly as a predator revels in his prey before sinking his teeth. Your fingers clung to his toned forearms as you tried to stay calm, but he was relentless. "Well ..." you began, your voice slightly trembling. "Husks in heat tend to be more possessive... more instinctive. They love to bite, mark, smell their mate until they become impregnated with its smell. And…" He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "And?" Swallow. "And they don't stop until they do it completely." A low growl echoed in his chest. "Damn, I knew it," he whispered with a crooked smile. "And you know what the problem is, noona?"

His hands rested on your sides, clasping tightly. His body was vibrating, the need to satisfy his instinct was consuming him from within. "I never knotted any."He confessed to you, the most hoarse and deep tone. "And my knot will not stop until it is sure that you are completely mine. You laughed softly when he pulled off your panties, his firm and possessive touch. “So impatient... " you provoked him, tilting his head as the jet of water grew warmer.

“You have no idea how much.” His voice was hoarse, deep, imbued with a primal hunger. He knelt down slightly, his strong hands grabbing his hips to keep you exactly where she wanted. Warm lips began to slip on your thighs, leaving small kisses, bites and pacifiers, imprinting its mark on sensitive skin. Every bite was a warning, every lick a reminder that you belonged to him. "Noona ..." he whispered against your damp skin, " You're so soft here... so fragrant... my brain is shorting out.”

You wanted to answer him with a joke, you wanted to provoke him again, but the exact moment when his mouth slid lower, you felt a wave of heat explode inside you. A groan involuntarily escaped from your lips, and his hands grabbed his damp hair with force. “Jay… I—”

His ears barely moved, catching every tremor in your voice. He looked up, smugly, with a dirty grin on his lips. “What is it, Noona?” he whispered maliciously. “Can't you even talk?” You pulled him by the ears in a mixture of reproach and desperate need for control, but he laughed softly and barely broke away, his burning eyes fixed in yours. “You are soaked, “she whispered, and then, with a sharp smile, added: "And not for water.”

He closed the tap without ceasing to look at you, his chest rising with irregular breaths. “So slimy... and only for me.” His voice was low, dangerous, full of Alpha instincts impossible to ignore. You shuddered and hit him lightly on the shoulder, trying to scold him. “You're exaggerating.” But he growled quietly, his eyes turned almost animalistic from the heat. “No, Noona... it's you who unleashed this. And now you will take responsibility for it.” He added another finger inside you with maddening slowness, enjoying every little spasm of your body. The legs almost gave way, but he firmly supported you, leaving no chance of escape. “I would like to see you like this every day... " he muttered. "Filled ... swollen with my seed and my knot ... a real show.” You felt your face warm even more, a mixture of embarrassment and desire that overwhelmed you. "don't say,Jay—”

He interrupted you with a bite on the shoulder, marking her again. “Oh, but I'll say it, Noona. I want you like that... and you will.”

“… I—” He growled softly, the vibrating sound making her shudder to the core. "Say it," he whispered against her sensitive skin. "

Tell me, Noona.”

"I'm going to—JAY”

"Do it," he ordered in a hoarse, authoritarian voice, but in a tone of pure devotion. "Come for me.”

And when he heard you give in under him, when your body twitched and your voice broke into an uncontrolled groan, he closed his eyes and growled again, his own heat blazing even louder. He couldn't think of anything but you. He rose, hia chest rising with irregular breaths, and kissed you with fury, her hands clutching her with force, as if afraid that she might escape him. “You're so good, Noona... "

He whispered against your lips, nibbling them softly. “I can feel all your flavor on my tongue.” You gasped softly, still shaken, but when you felt its warm length press against you, your heart missed a beat. Tremble. His body was on fire, his instincts out of control.

“I can't take it anymore...” he hissed, his forehead against yours. “I want to fill you. I want to see you swollen with my knot, branded by me.” You looked at him for a long moment, your expression was a mixture of sweetness and defiance. Then, with a barely hinted smile, you stroked his cheek and whispered: "Take me, Alpha.”

And when you saw his erect cock you moaned with the desire to feel it inside you, it was slightly long, wanked and pinkish but the thing that made you crazy the most is when pre-seminal liquids came out of him and you understood when he would take you he would not do it just for once. "Repeat it," he ordered, his voice deep, hoarse with desire. "Tell me again that you are mine.” You looked up at him, his face reddened, his lips ajar from wheezing. "I am yours... Alpha.”

He took you by the butt and you tied your legs in his waist and you felt his cock tease your poor swollen cunt and with a little bounce, he slid his cock full of fluid inside your vaginal folds and you screamed from pleasure as you felt how deep he could fill you and it was only his first push. He held you in his arms, trapped against the cold tiles of the shower, while he burned with fever. The fever of heat, of instinct repressed for too long, of a primitive need that he could no longer control. The golden eyes peered at you from above, darkened with desire, the pupils dilated like those of a predator who had finally caught his victim. His husk ears were low, his tail moved irregularly, a clear sign that his rationality was now hanging by a thread.

You gasped at him with every thrust of his visicidal cock inside you, hands clinging to his strong arms, your body trembling under his grip. He felt the smell of your desire mixing with the hot steam and something inside him snapped. He approached, touching your neck with his nose, inhaling deeply, as if he wanted to imprint his scent on his mind. Then, with a crooked, perverse smile, he whispered against your skin: “You know so damn good, Noona... I could get lost in you forever.”

His words made your legs tremble and I squeezed your thighs around his hips even more to take his cock divinely even more, and he noticed it. He loved it. "You are so weak in my arms..." he continued, brushing his side with his fingers, drawing slow, torturing lines on his damp skin. “So fragile ... yet made for me.”

He pushed himself even further against him, letting you feel all his excitement, snatching a small moan at her. He smiled, a low, amused growl escaped from his lips as he lowered his gaze to his body, observing every slightest reaction. "Look how much you want me," he whispered in a hoarse, satisfied tone. “You're all hot and soggy, and it's not for the water, is it, Noona?” His words made you blush, but he did not leave you time to answer.

His mouth rested on his skin, leaving bites and hickeys on his shoulder, on his neck, on the spot he knew to be his weak point. "Tell me you want me, tell me you can't wait to feel filled and swollen only because of me,” he ordered, his voice a mixture of dark sweetness and pure animal instinct. You clung to his damp hair, pulling his ears in a desperate gesture.

“JAY ... I'm hot ... " you stammered, your breath broken. He laughed, but there was nothing gentle about that sound. He was pleased. Dominant.

"Oh, Noona... I know," he whispered, lifting you up with ease as his thrusts became regular, his hands clasping your thighs with a firm grip. “It is your body that calls me ... because it knows that I am your Alpha.” He moved against you, a slow, deep movement, almost cruel in his deliberate provocation. He opened his eyes wide, a muffled cry that was lost between her lips. He growled quietly, the vibrating sound ringing in his chest. “You feel so good... " he muttered, licking his lips. “You're perfect, Noona. Made to be filled by me, reproduced by me, used only by me.”

The feeling was too intense, the heat too unbearable. You felt your body melt beneath him, all rational thought vanish as you were overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure. "JAY...!”

His name escaped from your lips in a desperate groan, your fingernails scratching his shoulder blades. He stared at you, his golden eyes shining with pure instinct and possession. "Say it again," he ordered, his voice deeper, more hoarse. You gasped, your breasts frantically rising and ribbing with every push ofa “ JAY... I'm hot...!”

He closed his eyes for a moment, his body quivering as another growl escaped from his throat. Then, with a sharp smile, he looked down at you and whispered against your lips: “It's the knot, Noona... my body is marking you.” The fever struck his in a sudden surge, his body shaken by the heat, overwhelming pleasure and intensity with which he claimed you as his own.

And at that time, there was nothing else in the world. Just you. Only the Alpha and its prey. “You're mine, Noona.” Those words rumbled in your head, sending shivers down your spine. He was no longer just your slightly cheeky, provocative patient you knew. No, now he was an Alpha in the height of his heat, a predator who had finally caught his prey, a man who would not stop until he left every possible mark on you. And the worst – or perhaps the best-was that you wanted it.

You wanted it as it was: possessive, dominant, ravenous. You wanted him to the point that your legs trembled, your breath became short, and your mind emptied of all thoughts but him.

“ ... it's too much... " you stammered, clinging to his damp hair, pulling his soft ears in a desperate gesture. He laughed, a low, vibrant sound that made his body tremble. "Too much? Or too beautiful, Noona?” His voice was hoarse, dirty with desire and pure instinct. You couldn't answer. The heat in your body was growing too fast, every fiber of it was melting under him. It was too much, too intense, too deep, too perfect. Thin tears ran down her cheeks, lost between steam and heat. He licked them off with his tongue, his golden eyes shining with pure adoration and predatory instinct.

"Look at you ... so beautiful, so mine.” Another desperate groan eluded you. His body was glowing against yours, his muscles tense as he held you tight as if he feared it might escape him. “I'm ... I'm” You couldn't even finish the sentence. He felt you tremble, his smile grew even more mischievous as he lowered a hand between you and pressed with his expert fingers against your most sensitive point. "Come on, Noona ... show me how much you want me. Show me how much you're made for me, make a mess around my nice cock while you get filled up.”

The last words were your ruin. A heat wave exploded inside you, the pleasure swept over you with such force that it left you breathless. Your body twitched against him as a muffled scream escaped from your lips.

"JAY” He moaned quietly, smug, satisfied in an almost perverse way as he felt her surrender completely to him. "Good girl..." he whispered, continuing to gently torment her as he left her shaking at him. “You're so perfect for me, Noona... so perfect.” You cling to him with the last strength left, his heart beating so hard that his head turned.

The world around you was blurry, lost between the hot steam and the rhythmic sound of your heavy breaths. But for him there was only one thing at that time.

Y/n Its prey. His partner. The woman who had waited too long. And now that he finally had her in his arms, he would never let her escape him. His body moved with an almost brutal hunger, pushing you deeper and deeper against the cold tiles as the searing heat of his body merged with yours. His hands clasped you forcefully, as if he wanted to brand you, as if his touch was the only thing that could keep him anchored to reality amid the fever of his heat.

Every moan, every desperate babble that eluded you sent him further and further out of control. He was no longer just a boy. He was a hybrid in the height of his heat, and you were his prey. His hands clasped you with an almost desperate force, as if he wanted you to become part of him, as if only in this way he could quench the primordial hunger that devoured him from within.

"Made for me..." he whispered against your ear, his voice hoarse and charged with an insatiable desire. "Made to be filled, made to be inavsa by my cum and my knot to be mine, only mine...” Every word made you tremble, every animalistic sound that eluded him seemed to ignite you even more. You felt at the mercy of him, lost between pleasure and the desire to surrender completely. His breathing became irregular, his body strained to the point of spasm. Then, with a wild growl, he pushed himself even deeper, clutching at you as if he wanted to brand you forever.

A heat wave swept over you, a shiver running down your back when you felt him shivering against you, his animal instinct finally released. You felt his warmth spread within you, every fiber of his body stretched as he filled you completely, as if his sole purpose was to brand you from within. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising frantically as his body remained tight against yours, still in the fever of his heat. Slowly, he looked down at you, his golden eyes shining and wild. “You're mine, Noona, " he whispered with a crooked smile, his voice still trembling. “You always have been. And now you can't escape me anymore. You felt the heat rising down your back, a wild shiver that made you shudder as it squeezed you even harder. His breathing became more irregular, the need to claim you completely out of control.

"Oh, damn it..." he moaned against his skin, his voice hoarse and trembling as his body stretched against you. "I'm going to... damn it, Noona, I want you so much...” His instinct took over.

With a deep growl, he squeezed you with all the force he had and pushed her even more against himself, her body moving with almost wild ferocity. The heat enveloped you both, a wave of pleasure that made every muscle in their body tremble. You opened your eyes wide, a choked cry that got lost between your lips as you desperately clung to him when you felt his cum squirt into you, a liquid patina leaked out of your core and you both moaned and he kissed you. Time seemed to stop.

The only sound that filled the air was their wheezing, the frantic beating of their hearts rumbling against their damp skins. He remained motionless for a few seconds, his body still tense as he tried to regain control of his breathing. Then, with an exhausted but satisfied smile, he looked down at her and gently kissed her forehead. “You're incredible, Noona... " he muttered against her skin, leaving a trail of small kisses down her face.

"Tell me you're fine.” you laughed slowly, still out of breath, your fingers caressing the back of his head. “It was... wonderful.”

He smiled against your skin, licking your neck slowly before nibbling it affectionately. "Wonderful?"he repeated, an amused flash in his golden eyes. "Oh, Noona... we're not done yet.”

After gently cleaning you, she let you out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a warm towel. His hands, large and attentive, slid along your body, carefully wiping you, as if he wanted to imprint on you every touch of his own. He made you sit on the bed and, without saying a word, took the hair dryer to dry your hair. His golden gaze shone under the soft light of the room, oscillating between sweet affection and something darker, more instinctive.

Every time his fingers ran over your skin to massage you a scented lotion, his hand always ended up there—on your belly. He held his breath every time he touched it, as if that simple gesture awakened something visceral, primordial in him. His eyes grew dark, his pupils widened. He sniffed your neck lightly, his nose grazed your damp skin as he peppered you with little kisses. And then, you heard it.

His excitement against you, hard, hot, pulsating. His breath grew deeper and, with a thread of voice, he murmured against your skin: "I still don't smell enough on you..." A shudder passed through you. He slightly tightened his grip on your hips, his body shaking as he tried to control himself.

“I can't do it, Noona... I want you again.” You smiled, trying to tease him, but the way his eyes shone made you realize that he was not joking at all. "You should be a good companion," he whispered, his voice hoarse and deep. "You should let yourself get caught again." His nose grazed your cheek, his mouth approached your ear. "Tell me, Noona ... Do you remember what my favorite position is?”

Your breathing became uncertain, your heart was pounding in your chest. "dogg st stle A low, contented growl escaped from his lips, his fingers squeezed a little more around your hips. "Well done ... Then put yourself in position for me." His tone was a mixture of sweetness and pure animalistic craving, his patience now reduced to a thin thread. “I can't hold back anymore... my instinct wants it. He wants you, my groove wants to knot you again.” The bathrobe slowly slid off your shoulders, the soft fabric falling to the ground without a sound, leaving you exposed in front of him. He stood still for a few moments, his breathing heavy, his golden pupils dilated as he gazed at you with a predatory gaze. His tail jerked behind him, a clear signal that his instincts were taking over. Then, without any hesitation, he leaned over you, his big hands rising up your hips with an almost venerating touch before sinking his face into your breasts.

His lips closed around your skin, warm, moist, possessive. He kissed you, sucked you, his teeth left little marks on you as his low, hoarse voice whispered dirty but incredibly sweet words to you. "You're so soft, Noona..." he muttered against your skin, his tongue tracing slow circles around your sensitive buds. "Made for me. For my mouth... for my hands." You smiled, biting your lip as you looked down at him, his golden eyes filled with longing and pure adoration. "Oh? What if someone else was lucky enough to suck them off?" His jaw twitched. He stared at you, his gaze became darker, more animalistic. Her teeth sank gently into your bosom, as if punishing you for even daring to say it. "Don't be stupid," he growled quietly, licking the mark he had just left you. "These breasts are mine. Only mine. And I don't want anyone to touch them, look at them or taste them, understand?"

You giggled, your fingers rising towards his soft ears, pulling them slightly. "Not even our children?" For a moment, he froze. His gaze turned on something deeper, darker, more ... animalistic. Then, slowly, a crooked smile painted on his lips. "No..." he whispered in a low, hungry voice. "Because I would enjoy seeing you like that, Noona. To get sucked by our puppies, with your body swollen for me ... Mmh, just the thought sends me freaking out." A shiver ran through your back, the breath breaking in your throat. He was crazy. His warmth, his Alpha instincts were consuming him.

He seemed to feel your trembling, for his hands slid down your back, his fingers tracing slow circles on your bare skin. “Get on all fours for me.” You hesitated for a second, the body still sensitive.

"take it easy ... I'm still—” A small slap on your side made you wince, and when you turned to look at him, he had a smug smile on his lips. "Sensitive?"he whispered, tilting his head with a grin.

"Noona, you should know that all you do is make me even more impatient when you say certain things." You bit your lip, feeling another shiver running through you as he positioned himself behind you, his hot body pressing against yours.

The bed was soft and full of pillows and your arms were put in position that I could hold you up, he was driving you crazy for 10 good minutes, in that 4-legged position he could see your beautiful little ass now swollen because of the nummerous slaps that he had given you with his hand every time you desperately cervavi his cock and he could see how your poor cunt now swollen was losing excitement because it wanted to be just filled by him, knotted by him another time and fertilized only by the alpha and hybrid that was in itself. "Please, I can't take it anymore. Before I was very good at taking you completely, I still want to be knotted by you"

you said with tears in your eyes as he continued to stroke his cock full of animal furrow between your flaky and eager folds of his cock in a not entirely human version because of his first hybrid heat. "Look what state you are Noona, until a couple of days ago you continued to storm me with calls if you were fine and sending me a lot of advice to make me cum the heat and now you are here in 4-legged position desperately looking for my knodamente and my cock inside you!" His tail was moving fast and without telling you anything he took your butt much harder than he should and pushed his cock inside your poor vaginal lips, a scream of pleasure was triggered in the room as he in the grip of his animal instincts in heat began to push and hammer his cock inside you, every time he got inside you you pushed up your butt to take it better and little sobs came out of your mouth, it was wonderful how he was taking you, you had seen a lot of simulations in the various old age classes but it was totally different to be taken live by a hybrid with such a thick groove.

"I'm too hot," you said as his groove swamped you and you began to feel the presence of another knot inside your poor belly that slowly widened to make room for knotting. "So sweet, so submissive..." he hums, as he lowers himself, your back against his chest as he kisses you under the earlobe, the fun clear in his voice. "Such a cute little bitch to me, my sweet princess, so beautiful that she manages to take another one of my knotting again..." he praises you, and you moan obscenely as you feel more your belly grow and the knot swell inside you. "I'm-I'm coming. Ahh" you screamed with pleasure as he gave you a little slap in the clit and that triggered little chills all over your body as you came for the third time that night, I made a nice mess all over his cock as he filled you deeper and deeper.

"What a good girl, look how I can fertilize you-ah!"he exclaims, pushing himself as deep as he can as you feel him spitting his load inside you and pushing himself until his cum came out of your cunt, finally stopping, finally calming down as he took you by the side and stretched you out against him.

Your breaths were still heavy, but Jay's face was marked by an expression he could no longer hide: a kind of shyness he'd never shown before. His eyes lowered, and for a moment, he almost seemed unsure, as though he were afraid he had done something wrong.

He looked at you, then lowered his gaze to your exposed skin, as if fearing he'd hurt you. His tail moved slowly behind him, nervously, while he brushed his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

"I'm sorry if... if I hurt you," he murmured, almost as if seeking confirmation. "I didn't mean to."

You smiled, gently touching his face, making him lift his eyes to meet yours. "You didn't hurt me, Jay. There's nothing to apologize for."

His ears perked up slightly, and his face flushed with a soft redness as he kissed you more gently, as if he truly wanted to feel every part of you, every emotion flowing between you.

He kissed your forehead, your neck, every part of you that was closest to him, with a tenderness that made you feel special. Each time he kissed you, he asked, almost in a whisper, if he had hurt you. And you, smiling, always answered no, feeling his heart beat fast as he tried to be as careful as possible.

When he finally pulled away a little, his expression became more serious, but also more vulnerable. His hands rested on your hips, and he looked you in the eyes with a sincerity that made it feel like everything was more real than you had ever imagined.

"Y/n..." he said, his voice lower, but full of emotion. "I want to know... if you want to be my girlfriend. If you want... to be with me, not just because I'm going through my first rut right now, but because I want to try with you, like a 'normal' guy."

His face flushed even more, as if he feared being too direct, but there was also a subtle strength in his words. A part of him that had never truly shown itself to anyone. This moment was special, because he was revealing that side of vulnerability he'd always kept hidden.

You looked at him for a moment, feeling your heart race, and decided to tease him a little, as was your style.

"Me?" you replied with a sly smile, making him laugh nervously. "But you know, I'm really hard to win over, right?"

Jay smiled shyly, but his gaze grew more intense. Then, he took your hands, kissed them gently, and said, almost hopefully: "I'm serious, Y/n."

The smile that had remained on your lips softened into a more sincere, genuine one. And, without a second thought, you replied: "Yes, Jay. I want to be your girlfriend."

His arms immediately wrapped around you, and his kiss was a promise. A promise of something new, something more than either of you could have ever imagined.

And in that moment, in the silence that followed, you both understood that love wasn’t just passion and desire, but also vulnerability, trust, and a deep connection that grew stronger every day.

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