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Ivy was used to dealing with the quirks of a Viera woman's heat cycle over the years, but that didn't make her immune to a charming partner—and certainly not to the rare combination of martial prowess, understated, quiet confidence, and surprising cuteness at odds with his appearance that her new friend Yves had.
It was common for her to get involved in hunting contests with men who underestimated her abilities, making some kind of arrogant or chauvinistic comment about her appearance, before she dragged an Elite Mark's corpse singlehandedly back to the Guildship's Board and dumped it at their feet. Given that Yves was already well-known by the Hunt Guildship and had somewhat of a reputation for himself as skilled, she prepared herself to deal with a puffed-up ego if necessary during their brief journey together to round up some B and A Elite Marks.
What she was not prepared for was this —
"O-oh gods, ah, please, I need it deeper...seven fucking hells!"
—her being reduced to a wild beast in heat, furiously humping her now-soaked hand and fingers while trying to rub her burning clit to orgasm, senses acutely tuned into his scent and sweat drenching the air around her in their shared cabin.
Usually, it took direct and sustained physical contact between a potential partner and a female Viera's body to trigger a heat cycle. The only reason she could guess as to how this occurred was that her feelings for him were subconsciously bottled up and under pressure for most of the trip: wanting to be professional and polite enough to the pretty, toned young Elezen who she got to get a pleasant eyeful of whenever he was scouting ahead or jumping through the tree branches above. And the way he worked that spear of his...
No no no, this line of thought was not helping matters at all!
She and Yves were making preparations for dinner like on any other night. While Ivy set out the cookware and prepared to cut up some of the fruits and wild vegetables she gathered between their hunts, she grew awfully peckish for something more fresh than the dried game and cured meats.
“Hmm, Yves? Do we really have another night of dried food again?” She pouted, tapping the edge of the table impatiently with her fingertips. “ Come on , it’s been too long without some fresh bird...”
He let out a sigh, looking out at the darkening sky fading into twilight through the trees. “Hunting in the evening is inconvenient but I’m—it’s alright if that’s what you’d really like...” His voice trailed off, always soft in a way that was so pleasant to her ears.
She could have grabbed him and given him a bear hug at that very moment. “I’d be so grateful if you did! Aw, you’re such a good boy, you know?” she sauntered in front of him, batting her dark eyelashes and teasing him with a little giggle.
Every time she’d poked fun at a man like that, it was to ruffle their fur and see them stammer in denial, or make a fool of themselves in their protestations. Usually, they’d trip over their tongues just to adamantly deny any such statements.
Instead, Yves’s mouth snapped shut as his face flushed pink to the tips of his pointed ears—Ivy didn’t even know Elezen ears could do such a thing—and he stared back at her with a dazed expression.
“Uhm. T-thank...you, Ivy...” he murmured.
Through a week and a half of tromping about in the wilderness, she’d never seen the man so much as raise his voice or whine about getting his boots stuck in the mud, losing the trail of a particularly elusive mark, or otherwise deviate from his calm, thoughtful countenance. And that same man was now gazing at her with half-hooded eyes, darkened with something even more vulnerable and precious than raw lust or desire—
Almost as fast as the change took him, it left with a few blinks, and Yves coughed and grabbed his bow and quiver from the side of the cabin. “Right I’m going now and might take a while please don’t wait for me I’ll talk to you later or something like that goodbye .” With that shaky mumbled statement, tumbling from his lips like a rockfall from a cliff, he took off running and vanished into the treeline.
Ivy’s body felt so warm and ungainly as she watched him leave. Some part of her almost wanted to grab at her hair and scream for him to come back, but—why? Wasn’t she the one who just told him to go out and hunt? It was as if she was trapped in a desert mirage, her form and the world around her now wavering and her vision distorted. As she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall of the cabin to collect herself, there was only one image that appeared, stitched onto the back of her eyelids: that adorable surprised face, his flush that was so close to a state of arousal, his shyly lowered yet expectant gaze that seemed to await further instruction...
Her breath grew faster imagining just what kind of instructions he’d respond well to. An obedient boy like that needed to be well-rewarded, after all—and what better way to reward good boys than with a kiss? He’d probably make such a sweet noise of surprise when she walked up to him and kissed him on the lips to thank him for his hard work. Yves was so quiet most of the time, and that was a sad state of affairs that needed to be corrected immediately when he had such a pretty voice. She could have him singing for her with just a few skillful touches, and then—
Ivy was outright panting by the time she opened her eyes and realized that her smallclothes and thighs were already coated with slick, her pussy was aching and clenching miserably around nothing, and she needed to ride that man’s cock until he was a sobbing mess.
She had to get inside. As she was right now, she was easy fodder for any larger monsters or god forbid, a wandering poacher or highwayman, and her foot was thumping against the ground with her excess energy.
After closing the door to the hunter’s cabin, Yves’s scent drifted over her like a wave and of course, there wasn’t any escaping it, they’d been sleeping here the last four days. What was she thinking? But as she leaned back against the wall, each frantic puff of breath drew in more and more of that lovely blend of cedar leaf and sandalwood, the bergamot from their breakfast tea, and his masculine sweat. The slightest inhalation bathed her in bliss, her cunt still dripping wet and growing even hotter by the moment. The restlessness from before made her hands clench and grope against the wall, as if trying to find some anchor for her sanity before she snapped. Her hips were twitching in the air.
How was she supposed to deal with her heat at a time like this ? The tables, the chairs, and their two rooms were all empty, empty, empty of anything or anyone that could help her. Ivy snarled in frustration before taking step by agonizing step towards her tiny room. There were heat suppressant potions she always carried extras of in her bags, but they did little to stop the process once it had begun. And to her mind and body now, the idea of forcibly shutting down her heat was akin to high treason: all parts of her were enthralled by the idea of being fully bred and sated, and anything keeping her from that goal was blasphemy.
But while she was painfully aware of her lack of options, it would at least do to make herself a nest with something soft and soothing to take the edge off her frayed nerves.
Just as she dragged herself to the wall separating the two bedrooms, she let out an obscene moan at the even stronger notes of Yves’s scent—of her potential mate’s scent. His room’s door was open, and while there was nothing but a ramshackle wooden bed and his traveler’s pack and spear in the corner, that bed was covered in blankets and sheets that smelled just like him. She couldn’t have asked the gods for better nesting material.
A remote part of Ivy’s mind was panicking, stirring up thoughts that told her she couldn’t do this, she was violating his privacy, she had to calm down . But every time she tried to focus on them, the immense and heavy molten lust in her core and womb just smothered each word. And then the aroma wafting from his sheets...
She clambered on top of his bed, sighing dreamily as she gathered the sheets to her chest. No, it couldn’t do to have her mate’s scent so close to her and not partake in it. Ivy stripped and threw her clothes down to the floor with glee, sending them far from the bed. With each piece removed her cunt pulsed in anticipation, and at the final stage she didn’t even bother removing her smallclothes: all she needed to do was dip her hand beneath them and grind and grind to get the relief she needed.
“A-ah, fuck, right there...! ” Ivy sobbed aloud as she finally got a taste of the stimulation she needed, burying her face in the blankets while her spine was arched and her hips shook in the air. It was desperate, shameless, a posture befitting that of the raunchiest Ul’dahn prostitutes—but it didn’t matter what she looked like when finally her mate’s scent was all over these pillows and wool blankets and inner sheets and she could be surrounded by him.
Ivy grabbed one of the pillows, the fabric still laden with the scent of his hair as she squeezed it tight to her bare chest. Despite his taller stature, Yves had some elfin charm to his appearance that made Ivy just want to spoil him like a younger brother. Of course, there were never any younger boys she could have spent time with as a woman in a Viera tribe, and the idea became something of a shamefully indulgent fantasy of hers: a cute, younger man who fawned over her and relied on her, perhaps blurring the lines in their relationship between family and something even more intimate…
As she breathed in and tucked the pillow close against her breasts, the idea of doing the same with Yves’s face was very pleasing. He’d be so flustered, but slowly give into instinct with her encouragement. To have his lips sucking diligently at her nipples, trying so hard to make his big sister feel good…
Ivy rubbed at her own breasts, but snarled at how insufficient the stimulation felt compared to the mere idea of making Yves fall to temptation. She didn’t just want to be touched, she wanted to have him look at her with that leer of his, darkened with desire. How strange that most of the time, men’s eyes upon her were an unwelcome hindrance, but the right flutter of the eyelashes on a pretty face could get her wanting to ride a cock right there on the spot.
It was less that he looked like a drooling predator, and more that he looked at her like he needed to be the one feeding her—as if he was desperate to offer himself. Or was it all wishful thinking to read so much in a few-seconds glance?
Oh, damn it all, she didn’t care if she was just imagining it, she needed to ride and rut against this pillow like it was his cute little face right fucking now.
She tucked it between her thighs, rolling her hips in time with a mental metronome set by her increasingly lurid fantasies—her pussy swallowing up his cock, making him whine and sob against the sheets, his sincere efforts trying so hard to please her while still clumsy from inexperience, getting to milk his seed once, then twice, again in her mouth, a fourth time between her breasts and onto her tongue…
Ivy cried out in paralyzing bliss as her frantic movements brought her to climax, soaking the pillow beneath her in the unmistakable scent of sex and lust. Her body still trembled as she brought herself to a halt. With every gasp to catch her breath, she took in more of his essence.
Even though she’d successfully brought herself to orgasm, her cunt kept squeezing around empty space, and her core and womb spasmed from lack of stimulation. A good clitoral orgasm was usually great at sating her need for sex and took her mind away from whatever preoccupied it at the moment. In this case, it was painfully clear that it couldn’t stave off her desires: her hips quickly rose and fell of their own accord, continuing to grind while she fingered herself as deep as she could. She was knuckles-deep and it still wasn’t enough. Her ears twitched, animal instinct on overdrive, tuned into every little whine that left her lips, the calls of the crows before sunset, the creak of the floorboards and the thud of a door opening...
Wait, oh no, gods not like this—
“Ivy?”
Yves’s voice rang out with a note of hesitation as he stepped inside the front door of the cabin, only a few paces away from this room and her breasts and pussy out on obscene display for the world to see. Part of herself was screaming to cover up or tell him to leave until she was decent, but her body’s overwhelming impulse was to tell him to come in so she could pull him down, mount him, and show him exactly what made the Viera a society of matriarchs.
Between the two impulses she was frozen, struggling for breath as her fingers clutched at the sheets in vain.
“Ivy, I caught some fowl—I’m hanging them outside so they can drain of blood.” He hummed with satisfaction, and just thinking about the little smile that was likely on his lips made Ivy want to stomp outside and claim them for herself.
His footsteps grew louder until he paused directly outside between their rooms.
“Are you inside? I’m going to need your help...where did you go?“ He trailed off in confusion, and Ivy remembered at precisely that moment that she had commandeered his room as her mating nest and was shamelessly soaking all of his bedding with the slick that was dripping from her cunt in heat.
“ Y-Yves, ” she groaned, unable to string together any more coherent direction—whether her own words were a plea for him to leave or to come closer, she couldn’t even tell. “Ahh…I need…”
His muffled voice grew clearer along with the sound of steps encroaching on her nest, her territory. The rusted door knob creaked as he twisted it, and the sharp squeak of the unoiled hinges made her sensitive ears pin themselves back against her head in pain.
“Wait, this is my— oh Matron I’m sorry I’ll go right now, ” he wheezed, eyes almost popping out of his skull at the sight of her body. The amount of uncharacteristic shock on his face would have been hilarious under any other circumstance, but right now, she needed him to stop backing away at this moment, close that door behind him, and get underneath her.
He was about to bolt, and every cell of Ivy’s body cried out in protest as he took a step back.
“ Don’t you dare leave! ”
Her command was a feral roar, paralyzing Yves and leaving him flushed and stammering in place. She stood up from the bed, stalking towards him with an unwavering stare.
He was almost beet red as he attempted to look anywhere in the room besides at her nude body. “Ivy, I-I didn’t mean to peek at you, I…um, if this is my room, why are you here?” He sounded so confused that it was adorable, it made her melt, it made her want to mount that cute face of his until he was as feral as she was.
“Isn’t it obvious why I’m here?” She drew in slow, heavy breaths as she reached him and grabbed his collar. Oh, he still had sweat on his skin from his hunt too—what a perfect partner, ready to fetch food for their kits, all while covered in such a handsome scent. “I n-need to nest…need to mate…”
Examining him up close only amplified the raging storm of hormonal craving in her core, making her cunt ache in delight as she took in her mate’s features: his tousled blond hair that would look so precious when messed up in bed, those full but pale lips that needed to be flushed pink with kisses and love bites, his sharp blue-green eyes that she wanted to see rolling back into his head in ecstasy—
Yves gasped as he closed his eyes tighter. “Ivy, please, you’re not in your right mind, I can’t take advantage of you like this—“
”Your wandering eyes certainly didn’t mind taking advantage of looking at my body in the past days,” she growled. “Do you think I didn’t notice your gaze lingering on my legs and tits…?”
“I-I’m sorry!” he squeaked out.
With a sharp tug, she made him pivot from the doorway to the side wall of the small bedroom, slamming her arms around him to pin him in place. Even better that this position let her scent him by pressing up against his body, and that she could lean into his chest and let him feel her full breasts for himself. “I don’t need to hear you apologize, I need you to take responsibility and strip,” she purred.
“We’ve only known each other for two weeks, I…I don’t want you to regret this later, please,” he begged.
His mouth would be put to much better use begging for other things.
“What I’ll regret is if you leave me to walk off to the nearest town like this to find someone else to take care of my heat,” she said while bringing one of her hands to palm at his groin. “Some old gross stranger with a cock, while the entire time I was wishing that you could be breeding me instead. Is that what you want me to do?” Ivy batted her eyelashes, tilting her head in that doe-like, coquettish angle that men always ate up. “Do you want me to get ganged up on by some group of highwaymen? Yves, you’re so mean…” she pouted.
“No! You can’t leave while you’re like this, you mustn’t,” he said while frantically shaking his head. “T-this is just…”
She grinned, a baring of her teeth to make her mate stand down and recognize his place. “Then you’re saying you will take responsibility. You don’t even need to do anything…just strip, lie down on the bed, and let Ivy take care of all the rest.” Her fingers teased at the waistband of his trousers, dipping beneath the top to slowly pull them down. “You’re already hard too, just like a good boy should be. Such a good boy for me,” she panted, the corners of her lips quivering in excitement and anticipation.
His cock visibly jumped and twitched through his clothes at those words. Oh, this would be a treat.
“…Yves, do you have a praise kink?”
He coughed, squeezing his eyes closed. “No, that’s—!”
“But what’s this? Look at it. Look at me, ” she snapped, and his eyes flew open on command to witness her dragging his trousers and smalls down to reveal a deliciously hard erection. “See, whenever you hear me say these things, your cock looks so happy. Good boy, such a perfect mate for me, you’re just perfect,” she murmured while looking into his eyes.
He blinked his eyes shut again, and his cock twitched as pre-cum beaded up at its tip. She could feel his breathing shift too, and putting her hand to his toned chest revealed a stuttering heartbeat, rapid as a war drum.
“Nice boys like you go sit on the bed and strip to get ready to be bred, alright? Don’t make me tell you twice,” she warned him with a tug to the collar. Even if he wasn’t a Viera, the pheromones that emanated from her skin would help make him more amenable to her demands, or at least help her smell more tempting to touch and taste.
“ Uhm, yes ma’am, ” he whispered, his eyes still unfocused and hazy. When Ivy giggled at his words, his demeanor jumped from befuddlement to stammering embarrassment. “I, that was just a slip of the tongue...”
“Fuck, you are just too sweet...ma’am makes me sound rather old, though, doesn’t it?” One of her long fingers traced a line down the curve of his cock from the tip to his shaft, ever so slowly, and it made him jolt as if shocked by levin.
“I know,” she murmured. “A little cutie like you should refer to me as big sis Ivy—or mistress Ivy, perhaps.” Her hips swayed as she leaned up even closer, pressing her breasts against his chest and pushing her thigh up just the right amount to tease Yves’s cock and balls with the suggestion of more friction.
“Let me hear you say ‘Thank you, please use me, big sis!’ like a good boy, and I’ll reward you lots and lots...” she purred.
He was so nervous that he was sweating, and the strength of his scent made Ivy woozy with hunger for his body, his seed. It was so thick that it made her pant even more, pulling herself against him to breathe it in from his chest.
“Thank you,” Yves whispered. “P-please use me, big sis, please I need you—“
She moaned out loud at how gorgeous his voice was when he begged. Oh, how she would make him cry out in desperation until he couldn’t live without her.
Ivy took him by the collar again and led him to the foot of the bed, pulling him down until he knelt on the floor before her. “Let me see all of you now. If you leave your smallclothes or undershirt on they’ll just get covered in my slick, you know?”
“R-right,” he stuttered, stripping off all his remaining disheveled clothing and revealing a very appealingly toned physique—not as lean as a Viera male’s would be, but clearly built for speed with how built his legs and rear were. The battle scars and burns on his body spoke of his skill: for how young and shy he acted, he was no untested pup or blustering novice. Just...in need of training in a few extracurricular fields, was all.
Ugh, she hoped that a dragoon’s skill with his lance applied just as well to how he worked his cock.
She rested her right leg on his shoulder to keep him in place, while her left leg shamelessly spread to the side to bare her sex to him. “So shy...don’t look away, I’m only this wet because of you,” she said while poking him in the forehead. He really was as easy to fluster as an adorable younger brother should be. The otherwise stoic exterior almost had her fooled. By the time his eyes blinked open, his cheeks were rosy red.
“It’s just that it looks so, uhm...is this a Viera trait or...?” He was caught between staring into her eyes or at her naked body, but it was rather obvious what he truly was distracted by.
“During our heat, we get wetter and change shape to indicate we’re fertile and ready to breed, you see?” Her full labia was flushed a deep red and twitched with the rest of her cunt, pulsing and beckoning in as she panted for air. Her fingers tightened on his head as she pulled him sharply towards the apex of her thighs, eliciting a gasp of surprise.
“ Taste it, ” she ordered, grinning as she watched Yves’s eyes grow wide.
“Wait, this is rather sudden— mmph! “ With another tug, she smothered his face with her pussy, pressing her legs against his ears and sobbing with relief at the feeling of his warm lips and breath upon her.
“That’s it, you are such a good boy, big sis Ivy will give you all the orgasms you want,” she sighed. A roll of her hips was enough to finally give her some reprieve from the ceaseless pangs of need in her womb, making her whimper with pleasure. “Use your tongue more and suck on my clit, can’t take this anymore, need to come...!”
Yves made a muffled noise of affirmation before gently sucking her off, the lovely and obscene wet noises from his lips and tongue only making Ivy more excited to buck her hips into his mouth. If a single touch to her skin alone could make her tremble in this state, this kind of direct stimulation was blissful agony—and with her mate’s dedicated ministrations, she quickly unraveled, her spine arching back as she sobbed in climax.
When Ivy finally caught her breath, there was a groan beneath her.
“Ah, fuck, sorry darling...” Ivy relaxed her legs and delighted in the sight of her partner’s face before her, covered in her slick and pheromones. Yves’s eyes were still closed, breathing softly, but he licked his lips in a manner that made her trill in happiness for what was to come.
“Ivy, you taste so sweet, it’s...like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” he mumbled, his embarrassment still preventing him from looking back directly at her eyes.
“Mm, of course you’d enjoy it. It’s meant to taste good so you can drink in all the pheromones you need to last for me,” she said with a smirk. Ivy brought a leg down to his groin, teasing him with her foot before beckoning him forth with a single finger. “Be a good boy and lie back on the bed for me?”
“Lie back? But didn’t you want me to take you...?” His pupils were dilated and his thighs trembled, unable to mask how the pheromones amplified his arousal.
How would someone so sensitive and sweet look while writhing underneath her?
“How cute.” Ivy tilted his chin up to force his gaze upon her, and it was addictive to have such an attractive man at her mercy. None of her heats before had been this deliciously indulgent, this demanding for her to breed another—
She leaned in to blow a puff of air over his ear, making him shiver. “But you just worked so hard to fetch us food like a perfect mate should,” she said with a low, sensual purr. “I promised you’d have to do nothing but relax as I milk you over, and over, and over…it’d be an insult to my pride as a Viera woman if I made you do everything.”
Ivy kissed and licked at the shell of his ear, eliciting such a cute gasp that she chuckled at the sound. “Besides, my cunt will feel so good around you that you’ll be too overwhelmed to move. So pull your legs up to your chest so that I can fuck you like a good boy, Yves,” she crooned.
“ O-oh ,” he whispered, eyes heavy with lust as he clambered up and laid back on the bed before her. His tall, lithe body made for a gorgeous tapestry like this: the sheen of sweat on his lightly tanned skin, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, and his cock dripping precum lewdly on his stomach.
“I—do you mean like this?” He folded his thighs up to the sides of his chest, a lovely display of flexibility that she’d gladly take advantage of. “It’s a bit…embarrassing…”
She crawled over him and held down his muscular legs, leaning over his groin and rubbing her pussy over him. “It’ll be alright.” She kissed him on the forehead, the sweet gesture at odds with how she forcefully rolled and rutted her hips over his wet cock to line herself up.
The moment she thrust herself upon his cock, the intolerable ache within her was finally soothed—his fullness within was such a salve to her oversensitive nerves that she let out a wanton sigh. Yves’s length pressed up against every ilm in her and all she could feel was him , while she looked down upon his every stammer and whimper. Even the slightest squeeze of her core muscles tore ragged breaths from his lips, much to her delight.
Even as her body began to take what it needed—her cunt squeezing all along his length in waves as if to stroke him from the inside, her hips bouncing without any conscious thought—it still didn’t abate her hunger completely. But to be able to breed during her heat made everything about herself and the world feel right: she had unwavering purpose, pure conviction to see her task through, and the endless pleasure of instant gratification with each little shiver and slide of her cunt along his cock. So long as she could keep milking Yves, her body wouldn’t scald and broil her alive for lack of an outlet for her lust.
“Ivy, p-please, I can’t last like this,” Yves groaned. His reactions only made her want to spoil him with pleasure further.
“ Don’t care ,” she snarled, all sense giving way to leporine instinct and reproductive drive. “Just give me your seed, breed me, need it, I need your cum—!”
She pressed him down further as she rode his cock with a punishing tempo, fast as the beating of her pulse in her lapin ears. It must have been the most lewd sight: her cunt was still producing slick that was smeared over both their thighs, her breasts bounced up and down, and her body’s contractions were so visible that her labia pulsed around his cock.
Her cunt gripped tight with each thrust until she finally felt the throbbing of his cock leading up to his climax, purring in satisfaction as she prepared to receive his seed. Speech escaped her, incapable of describing just how much she needed it, how much she needed him. What were words in the face of desperate kisses, animalistic hunger, and their bodies becoming one in the most base manner possible?
Ivy’s physicality that she had cultivated as a dancer gave her a natural sense of how to move around a partner, how to predict them, how to follow, how to lead—
She drove herself even faster, the rhythm of flesh against flesh reaching its peak. Her mate fell apart under her, ready to come and fall into mindless ecstasy together with her. She would make his body obey her every move.
Ivy paused her forceful hip thrusts and let her cunt’s contractions alone tease Yves’s cock. A moment of confusion flashed across his face before she leaned over and kissed him deep, a distinctly predatory smile upon her face upon hearing him gasp and whimper against her tongue’s ministrations.
One of her hands circled the front of his throat ever so lightly, with just enough pressure to remind him of who his body belonged to right here and now. As she withdrew from their kiss and licked her lips, she looked down upon him, at the tears now forming at the corners of his eyes from being overstimulated, and dealt him the final blow:
“You don’t have a choice, let everything out in me—come in me, breed me, get me pregnant, ” Ivy moaned.
Yves was caught in a silent scream as he came, writhing beneath Ivy’s grasp. She sobbed in delight as each pulse of his cock sated the painful emptiness inside. His seed, his cum, it was so warm, she couldn’t get enough, she needed even more .
“I-Ivy,” he whimpered, “wait, I can’t keep going like this...”
She readjusted their positions, laying his legs flat so she could ride on top of his hips. Even better, she could rest and let gravity drag her down until his cock was almost at the entrance of her womb, ready to breed her again so that not a drop of his semen was wasted. “Not enough, give me more,” Ivy purred while rubbing her cunt over his cock, coaxing him back to arousal. “Be a good boy for your big sister and give her what she needs...”
He may have spoken of exhaustion, but Ivy could feel him twitching and growing hard beneath her, just as her dear mate should. She gave him a benevolent smile as she leaned down to kiss him, bathing his senses with even more of her pheromones. “You don’t have to think anymore...I’ll train your cock and ruin you for anyone else, so just relax,” she reassured him as her lips broke away from his softened, enraptured expression. “All you need to do is belong to me from now on.”
Yves’s hips jerked up, his body still responsive to her command. “I-I, you feel so good, you smell so good,” he panted. His eyes were glazed over with desire as he continued to arch his hips towards her cunt. She’d covered him with her slick and some of the cum dripping lewdly from their union, and there was only one way she could make up for such a wasteful loss of seed.
“See, you’re ready again! Good boys like you get to breed and mate over and over,” Ivy sighed as she held his cock up to her entrance. “My mate, give me your child…”
She sank onto his arousal, wrapping around him and enveloping his cock once more—this time with the lascivious feeling of his hot cum making her movements more fluid. The heat in her core was stoked to an inferno, sweat running down her breasts and thighs as she rose up and down. Her mate looked like he was paralyzed by the pleasure. That wouldn’t do: a good breeder needed to stay energetic after being squeezed dry for days on end, and she would make her adorable hunter into a good breeder no matter how long it took.
“C’mon, here,” Ivy teased while leaning down on her elbows over Yves’s torso. “You can put your hands and mouth on my tits if you keep getting hard and emptying your balls into me, okay?” She lowered herself until his face was almost smothered by her soft breasts, making him whine with need. Ivy couldn’t help herself from ruffling his tousled, sand-blond hair, treating him like the cute pet he was.
When his lips wrapped around her nipple and started tentatively sucking and licking her, her heat magnified the sensation into a whole-body wave of pleasure, radiating from her breasts down to her core and eagerly wet pussy. Yves’s groping was gentle, as if he was handling a precious gift. The contrast between his motions and soft noises of joy and Ivy brutally fucking herself on his cock with debauched fervor was so delicious that her cunt started squeezing and massaging around him once more, desperate to ruin him further.
His muffled moans grew louder as the movements of his tongue picked up in speed. Ivy already was about to go mad again for lack of his hot, delicious seed in her—she’d gladly wring out his cock forever to feel that exhilarating rush of hormonal ecstasy when her cunt received more of his cum.
“ Again ,” she purred while her body trembled around him. The slapping of each thrust became faster and more insistent. Ivy’s sense of rhythm took over her body once more as she bounced up and down, a most lewd representation of a Viera’s leporine instincts to move and breed. “Come in me until you fill me with your kits, let me bear your children—“
Yves suddenly pulled her down in a tight embrace, hugging her close as he sobbed with pleasure, yielding more of his seed deep in her cunt with every jerk of his hips. She purred and rubbed up against his chest in satisfaction as she wrung every last drop from his cock. Their bodies were pressed against each other as they caught their breath, letting Ivy take in ever more of her mate’s virile essence.
The sight of his bared, pale throat as his head rolled back made her stir again with a jolt of possessive desire. There was no thought to her movements: only stimulus and pure response made her bring her lips to the curve of his neck and nip, sucking hard until she could leave her mark upon his skin. Yves’s stifled gasps spurred her on, moving her lips to claim him completely.
“Wait, they’re— oh, fuck —going to be visible there,” he whined.
“Mhmm...” Ivy continued to mouth up to the edge of his jaw and then stopped to speak by his left ear. “It’s a waste for you to have such a pretty, long neck if I can’t mark it up...”
Deep down he agreed, judging by the sudden pulse of his cock stirring back to hardness at her words. Ivy kept him inside for a few more moments, making sure to squeeze around him to hold onto his cum before she pulled off his hips. They both gasped at the sudden void and loss of connection, and Ivy frowned as she sat back on her knees and watched her mate lie back onto the ruined sheets.
“How long do I have to wait for you to get hard again?” she said while giving his softened cock a few lazy strokes. The idea of him putting his full, gorgeous legs and ass to good use by bending her over the bed frame or against the wall was a very appealing next step. Ivy licked her lips—why not have her be mounted and fucked like an animal as well? She made the low, rumbling sound of a Viera’s purr again, moving closer to her mate.
Yves was jerking back and squirming with even the slightest touch, although he couldn’t back away further than the corner of the wall he was already boxed into. “I already came t-twice in a row and you still want more?”
“Well, my heat isn’t satisfied yet.” Ivy slammed her arms against the wall behind him, nails digging into the surface as her cunt clenched painfully around nothing. “I already need you again,” she groaned, the desire to breed taking hold of her like a fever through her whole body.
“I can’t do it that quickly, please, aah! ” He yelped as she leaned down and sped up her strokes, the glide of her hand over his cock already deliciously warm and wet from their breeding. “I-Ivy, big sis, please wait…”
“Hmph. You’re lucky you’re so cute when you act like this, Yves,” she muttered as she let go of his twitching, half-hard cock.
If she couldn’t milk him for the moment, what would do…?
Her mate continued to sit back against the wall and pant for air, while love bites bloomed all along his neck. He had shown Ivy such sweet expressions as she got to know him over the last two weeks: small smiles hidden behind a hand, the fleeting flash of a satisfied grin when handing in a mark, the adorable look of concentration as he narrowed his eyes while working on one of his crafts…
But to see his calm and reserved countenance twisted by pleasure and profane lust was her greatest prize—tears at the corner of his eyes, his lightly tanned cheekbones now decorated with a rosy blush, jaw slackened from his lascivious moans and cries. And his pale lips were flushed from her kisses—
Oh, but she needed to see more. He deserved to be further debased, driven to feral hunger just like her, to fall into mindless lust.
“I have an idea,” she sighed into his ear, making his eyes flutter shut from the stimulation. “Lie back down on the bed for your big sis. You did so well for me, tasting me for the first time. You can do it again, right?”
His eyes widened when he realized what she was requesting. “But how do you want me to do it if I’m lying down…?”
”Isn’t it obvious? I’ll ride your face so you can take a break,” Ivy purred in a low and husky voice. “As long as you keep moving your mouth, you can rest.”
She backed away to allow Yves to shift into position. Her cunt was still a sopping wet mess, but seeing him ready to receive her made her arousal more potent: the way that his tongue darted between his lips and his breathing sped up let her remember exactly how warm his mouth was against her clit, how diligent his movements and efforts were, and she let out a lewd gasp of excitement.
His heartbeat under her palm thundered as she traced her hand down his chest. “Even if I came in you just before? That’s…” Yves’s gulp was audible, watching her cunt covered in slick and traces of cum while she positioned herself backward over his face. This way she could face his cock and give him more encouragement as was needed.
“Mhm…you don’t need to let embarrassment hold you back, you know.” Ivy giggled as she let her hips sway in a teasing rhythm above her mate’s face. “It’s clear from the way you look at me. Deep down, don’t you want to be used like this and bred? Doesn’t it feel wonderful to be told exactly what to do, to not have to worry or think about anything but feeling good?”
“Y-yes,” he murmured under his breath.
Ivy hummed in approval of his honesty. “So don’t be concerned about any of those feelings when I’ll make sure you can’t even string a single thought together. ”
She lowered her pussy over his lips and began rutting into him, using his mouth as a toy just like he wished. Yves groaned under her as his face became covered in her arousal. The lapping of his tongue may not have been a perfect substitute for his cock, but it still made Ivy cry out in bliss.
“S-see, that’s a good boy,” she purred. “Keep going, just keep licking my clit like that, seven hells… ”
Without any way to retreat, all that her mate could do was take her and taste her while his hands groped at her rear. The desperation of his movements only made Ivy more eager to see that energy channeled into fucking her and coming inside her once more. But he still required an extra push—
Ivy leaned down over his torso until one of her hands could tease the tip of his cock, pulling his length up between her breasts. “A good breeder like you deserves to be rewarded,” she panted, almost drooling in her excitement. She gently licked at the head of his cock with every thrust of his hips, each second making Yves more vocal and unfocused beneath her.
A high-pitched whine and the twitching of his cock was all the sign she needed to push away, lifting herself to the side while Yves caught his breath. His face was completely soaked, and the effect of her pheromones made his expression look almost drunkenly debauched.
“Don’t you dare come anywhere but inside of me, right up against my womb,” she growled. “Although I suppose you’re barely able to hear my instructions at this rate...”
His eyes remained half-hooded, lost in a lustful stupor. “Mm...need you, Ivy, big sis, please,” he slurred together.
So sweetly suggestible and aroused again, all for her alone. Ivy smirked and beckoned towards herself with a curled finger. “That’s right. You were already so close now—don’t you want to keep going and feel even better?”
“Mmph...” Yves sat back up, leaning towards her.
“ Good boy. ”
The words alone got him to quiver and forcibly exhale, so eager to please.
“Since you weren’t able to get me off just now…you’ll do as I say and mount me from behind to breed me this time, won’t you?” She was so close, her cunt ready to empty him of every last drop of his seed. Ivy took the natural posture of a Viera ready to be mated, on her hand and knees with a seductive arch of her back. She couldn’t resist taunting Yves by leaning back and rubbing her ass against his cock. His receptive grinding motions in return brought another purr to her lips.
“Come on, fuck me, fill me up with your cum— gods, yes !”
While their previous exchanges were meant to thoroughly tame her mate and make him join her in sweltering heat and lust, this was an open invitation for Yves to claim her in turn. Ivy was surrounded, overwhelmed, writing in ecstasy in his shadow while he mounted her and pulled her hips in to push ever deeper.
Each thrust knocked the breath out of her, making her only sound a wanton string of moans and sighs that stuttered in time to each of his thrusts. The pace was merciless, and the angle of his hips as he bore down on her was perfect to stimulate her clit from the inside.
“T-that’s right, take me, oh, ” she sobbed. When he mouthed at the nape of her neck she yelped, until momentary panic gave way to overstimulation as his kisses and tongue danced across her skin. After one of his hands reached up to grope her chest and rubbed against her nipple directly, it was too much: his broad chest against her back, the wet sound of each wanton thrust slapping against her thighs and ass, warm breaths and lips on her spine, his roaming hands upon her breasts now moving to rub and rub against her clit, she couldn’t hold on—
Ivy let out a piercing cry of bliss, her cunt pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat until Yves hit his peak immediately after hers. Each hot rush of seed soothed the ache in her womb, and she pushed her hips flush against Yves’s to feel every ilm of his cock as he emptied himself inside her. The wave of orgasmic pleasure flooding her head made her giddy, until a few giggles slipped out between her panting to catch her breath.
Ivy was finally able to slump down and rest on the bed now that her heat wasn’t driving her to jittery madness, muscles relaxing from their tensed positions while mating. She snuggled back into Yves’s grasp as he laid back behind her and muttered unintelligibly into her shoulder.
“Ahh...’s good...” Ivy’s purring became a low, contented rumble. She basked in the warmth of his seed within her, filling her so thoroughly after three orgasms that any shift against him made cum drip from her pussy. Being able to warm Yves’s cock after breeding also kept the worst of her body’s insistent pangs of desire at bay. “You’re such a good boy,” she mumbled.
“Do you have to keep calling me that...?” Yves’s tone of voice was almost petulant, even as he remained soft-spoken.
A momentary flash of lust and the impulse to drag him down for another kiss flitted through Ivy’s mind before she shook her head and ears.
“Aw, but you did such a great job, you know. You liked it too, right?”
Ivy felt rather than heard his affirmation as he nodded against the side of her head and brushed up against her ears. Still so precious and shy—well, there would be time to work on that too.
”Mm…let’s rest up for tomorrow,” she whispered. Pulling off of Yves’s cock was, unfortunately, necessary to get into a more comfortable position, and the friction of his length against her cunt as they parted still left Ivy whimpering. At least she didn’t feel completely emptied and hollow, thanks to her ability to clench down and keep as much of her mate’s cum in her as possible. It was a less obvious advantage granted to a Viera’s body during heat, and she’d never been more grateful for it than at this moment.
Now that she could turn around to face Yves, his face remained gorgeously debauched by traces of her slick and his cum. His expressions felt even more raw now that they were slackened with the pull of sleep, the severe line of his brow and lips made gentle through physical satisfaction.
Ivy moved herself up to let his head rest upon her full, tender breasts. “Here, relax against me. You’ll need to be ready to come even more soon, after all,” she murmured while patting the top of his head.
Yves coughed. “You’re…not done?”
Ivy flashed him a smile and dragged the ruined sheets over herself. “Mhm, of course not—Viera heats last three to five days, after all! There’s still so much more I want to do with you...”
She pressed a kiss to her mate’s forehead. “ I can hardly wait to make you mine over and over again.”