His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 72: Comforting a Slave (3)

If a female comes of age and has not found a suitable or fated mate within the first two winters, she will go into ’heat’ in search of a male that can provide her protection and offspring.

The strength and status of the males are dependent solely on the female and her pheromones. If the female is powerful and pleasant to look at, unmated males will fight to the death or share if they are desperate to win.

If the female is left unmarked and unmated, the desire to be mated becomes impossible to suppress and consumes all rational thought until the process is complete.

Blah blah blah... Much like the monthly cycle of a female, the heat stirs for no more than five consecutive days each month, an intense and fleeting storm of need.

~ HEAT, p132 in Creatures of Lore, real or just fairytales? Read after half a bottle of wine. ~

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Theo sighs as my fingers wrap around him, and his lips part from mine. I almost whimper, wishing to continue kissing, but the burning heat in my hand lowers my gaze to see his hardness.

It is impressive in length, not wide in girth like Eryx’s. Well, nobody could compare to his monstrous size, but Theo is in an element of his own. I’d need two hands not to fit around it but because it’s so long.

I can’t believe I just compared their lower regions! There is something so wrong with me!

I explore it a little, noting Theo’s reactions to every little caress, sensitive to my touch. It twitched, and what I could see of Theo’s abdominal muscles strained from the small thrust in my palm. My mouth dries, wondering how he would be on top of me.

"What are you thinking?" He chuckles, his eyes bright before they darken more under my touch. My hand glides up and down his length slowly at first, then I remembered how Eryx moved my hands quickly, and I readjust, positioning my other hand below the first. Goddess, I am an awful person, comparing and taking notes.

Theo’s head tosses back, and his hips jerk a little. "Yes," he breathes, and his hand shoots out to cup my breast, squeezing harder this time. Well, it seems going quicker was the right thing to do.

Glancing down, I notice the stickiness already trickling from the tip. I’ve barely touched him. "Am I doing it... right? I want you to feel good," I say huskily, and I mean it. Watching him like this stirs my heat more, and I’m not sure if we will be able to control ourselves soon.

We should, though. I shouldn’t be jumping between men, and my heat is no excuse... My thoughts fade as I realise Theo is slowly lifting my nightie. I’m frozen at first, but the sensation of the material gliding along my skin enchants me into raising my arms and allowing it to be tossed aside.

Theo’s eyes drop to my bare chest. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before, but unlike the times before, his gaze remains on my body, taking in every little detail. I would try to hide from it if the hunger building behind those eyes didn’t begin to burn so brightly. It made me squirm a little, wanting him to touch me.

Instead, I start to lift his shirt, and he complies, immediately removing it and tugging me into his body. I gasp at the touch of his bare skin against mine, except for the breeches which he has kept on below his groin. My hands lower again, wanting to pleasure him, and a smirk crosses his features when he guides them to move and twist along his cock.

"That’s right," he half groans, his eyes roaming over my body and features while he controls my hands.

Once I get the hang of it, Theo’s hands return to my breasts, kneading, then his thumbs flicking along my nipples. I swallow down a moan, but my breaths grow louder with his. I’m trying to focus on my hands moving on him to make him feel good, but if all this pre-cum is to go by, I think he’s really enjoying it.

"Tug my collar," he whispers; his plea is so light and a little shocking that I thought I misheard.

Tug his collar? Isn’t that a little... insulting? He doesn’t want to be a slave, but... My thoughts fade when he grunts it again.

How can I when my hands are... Oh, he is looking at my lips. Leaning forward, wondering if what I was doing was correct, my teeth tug on the collar, and he grunts, his hips piston in my hands more aggressively. I do it again, and his fingers squeeze my nipples in response.

"Fuck, that’s right, Ida," his words are breathy as he thrusts harder into my hands.

I do it once more, accidentally grazing my teeth against his neck in the process from his jerking movements, but it makes him go into a frenzied state, and he humps into my hands and releases a low rumbling growl, head tilted back as his seed shoots across my body, coating me.

Goddess. Why was that so hot?! I want him to do that inside of me as well. Finish a mating process that another began, mark me and make me theirs.

What?!

Theo looks down at me through half-lidded eyes, his pupils so dilated that I know he is almost lost to his desires. From my own thought process, I know I’m on the edge, close to being consumed and allow Theo to be my mate.

Is that so bad?

Theo wipes his hand across my body, smearing himself across my breasts as his gaze grows darker and darker. It’s like he is claiming me, scenting me as his.

His thumb is on my lips then, and my tongue goes out to meet it, lightly brushing it along his skin. His chest rumbles in approval as I taste some of the saltiness of his seed.

He dips his thumb further inside my mouth, and I suck, my eyes closing to the intensity of the heat now pounding through me. Theo groans, popping his thumb free before softly taking my lips.

His tongue probes mine, exploring, and then he leans back and stares at me with a hooded, darkened gaze. "Now, it’s your turn, Princess. Command me. Tell me what you want."