#and it certainly has dew actin' a certain way

[divine-misfortune]

Void please do you have any more thoughts about the bitch breaker?

Oh boy do i!!!

I just...What could break Dew's heat better than Aether's cock?? That fat fucking knot?? There's a reason it's called that-

Dew's first heat, he was so out of his mind with it he almost wouldn't let Aether, or anyone, touch him at all because there were too many sensations assaulting him at once. Trying to deal with it on his own, frustrated, angry at this stupid vessel he's still not familiar with, Dew was baring his teeth at everyone who so much as looked at him despite the fact he looked close to tears and his knees were practically knocking together. He was impossible to be around - even his demeanor aside, Aether struggled to just be around him because any room Dew entered instantly smelled of sex and water ghoul pheromones and it made his mouth water, made it a little hard to think clearly if he stuck around it too long.

And Aether hadn't wanted to push the matter. He and Dew weren't mates at the time, and a ghouls heat can be a very vulnerable time, but Dew wore on his patience. The constant bitching, the attitude, the fact Dew was practically humping anything and everything like a dog while still clinging to some sort of pride he thought he had. It got old very, very quickly.

Day four was as far as Aether let it go. Who knows what set him off, but something did.

He took a handful of hair and practically dragged Dew into his room, ignored all the spitting and hissing Dew tried to fight him with but he certainly never tried to pull away. Dew cursed when he was forced down onto the bed, continued doing so even when he was manhandled into presenting himself. It wavered a little when Aether got his fingers inside but it didn't shut him up entirely.

But oh....Oh, Aether will never forget the way Dew's body went boneless when he popped the head of his cock inside him. The way his scratchy little 'fuck you' trailed off into something breathy and whiny. Dew was practically drooling before he'd even taken the full thing - and yeah, sure, he and Dew have fucked before, but not when Dew's body was literally screaming to be fucked into submission, not when Dew's instincts begged to be mated with. It was different, like Dew was feeling him for the first time again.

Aether knew it, knew that all Dew needed to start acting right was a cock inside him, and the stubborn thing had denied it out loud but with the way Dew's body practically welcomed him in and held him like it never wanted to be empty again? Well, Aether's a bit smug about it.

And after he'd gotten the whiny little water ghoul caught on his knot, the imprint of his teeth carved deep into the crook of his neck, Dew's sweet as can be. Fucked like a bitch in heat deserves. Left so perfectly pliable that even to this day Dew would do just about anything for it, goes a little dumb at the promise of being broken in on it again and again and again until there's not a hint of that pesky attitude left.