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It had been four weeks into their break(And consequent teary apologies, confessions, and nights spent holding each other with promises of never leaving) that Zoey began noticing the first signs of "Demon puberty" as she and Mira had agreed to refer to it—Much to Rumi's dismay—and started cataloging the effects.
All neatly arranged and classified in Zoey's notebook, which had a Mira exclusive word document so she could edit it if need be. All color coded depending on the weekday and type. Apart from all the Zoey flair—obviously—there are three specific categories for the new quirks the singer has acquired.
Behavioral — Things like hoarding her girlfriends' clothing, occasionally growling over food, rubbing her face on things to cool down. Some of these even got assigned names by Zoey, like 'Nesting rituals' and 'Scenting', again, much to Rumi's dismay. The newfound possessiveness, clinginess and purring were also added to this category later down the line.
Biological — Which is a little bit of a grey area, but was created after both Zoey and Mira began noticing a new smell radiating from Rumi. Something akin to lavender with hints of a musky and sticky undertone, kind of like amber. After a bit of debate her increased muscle mass and height were also added to this category, as well as increased appetite and excess body hair.(Zoey argues that the little bit of chub Rumi has put on should be here as well, but it's not an official side effect of the 'Demon puberty™️', yet)
Physical — Easy examples are the iridescent patterns, one broken and one dangerously sharp horn, the retractable(?) claws, ears, tail, fangs, eyes glowing in the dark(Which was discovered by Mira in the middle of the night, causing the decision to have the bathroom light on and door open at nights..) And most recently, a new and unexpected problem between Rumi's legs.
The air in the room was heavy and slick, almost thick enough to be sliced by a knife. Soft whimpers and whines filled what little space was left. Everything else was occupied by a heavily distraught Rumi and the problem Mira and Zoey haven't had the chance to add to their notebook.
She had insisted on sleeping alone the day prior, for the first time since the idol awards, which meant the first time in almost two months. It was a meek attempt at figuring out what the fuck to do in a situation like this. Mira and Zoey protested at first, not wanting to be apart from each other, but after seeing her tired and discombobulated expression they relented and let her have her rest. Although it wasn't without frowns on their faces.
She had experienced what she now referred to as 'Bottom growth' which obviously shouldn't happen to a human... to be fair she isn't exactly a human, but it's no less unnerving to experience. After a painstakingly long moment of exploring the new, appendage, Rumi turned to the only source of information available except calling Celine (Which she was DEFINITELY not ready for), the 'Omegaverse' website Zoey referred to for help with her other quirks. And it seemed to.. actually hold a lot more answers than expected.
The rabbit hole of 'Omegverse' fanfics had finally led her to a wiki page made for Alpha presentation. A phenomenon which occurs when a person begins presenting signs of their second gender, mostly during or right after human puberty (Explains why Zoey and Mira call it Demon puberty, Rumi grumbled at the realization).
She mumbled a low sound, turning over on the bed. Her chest pressed into the pillows uncomfortably, the alien bulge in her sleep shorts following suit and sending a small pang of release up her spine as she unconsciously rolled her hips forward into the mattress. "Fuck-" She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment to catch her breath.
She groaned, forcing her eyes open to finish reading the page, maybe it had some answers on how to get rid of this issue.
It didn't. The only new thing she learned is that the intrusion is probably permanent and that what she has been experiencing for the past seven hours is what the website crowned a 'Rut'. A mating cycle exclusive to Alphas that lasts anywhere from three days to a full week. And the only way to relieve the building pressure that's slowly starting to bleed into pain, is to either take suppressants, which she isn't sure are a real thing since there aren't many half demons out there, or have someone help you out with it.
She tossed her phone in annoyance, grunting as it flopped somewhere on the bed. She twisted onto her back and stared up at the tall ceiling, the fancy lights suddenly very interesting. She traced the outline of the grey metal as it reflected some of the morning light the heavy curtails couldn't keep out. She was brought back by the same sensation that has been worrying her since 3am that night. The twisting surge of arousal in her lower belly. She whined again, thankful for the soundproofing in their penthouse, and resisted the urge to shove her shorts down and take care of it herself.
Just as she was about to succumb to the alluring call of self pleasure, she was interrupted by a soft knock against the door. Shit. "Rumi?" Mira called loudly, slightly muffled through the door. "Are you awake? Zoey insisted on cooking waffles, I'm making some matcha, I'm coming in wait" Rumi's pillow basically flew to her crotch as the door handle moved. It creaked open, spilling more bright sunlight into the dimly lit room.
"Tiger-" Mira's voice died in her throat, eyes widening as her nose twitched. She sneezed hard into her elbow, fixing her glasses before she straightened up. "God- Rumi?? Are you okay? Oh the smell is so strong-" The commotion attracted a second set of lighter footsteps, "What's wrong? I just finished mixing the batter- Oh god." Zoey peeked her head into the room, nostrils widening as she took in the scent emanating from Rumi's room.
She blinked hard, trying to focus as if hit by a wave of hot air. Her gaze finally landed on a very disheveled Rumi, face red, tail thrashing, and a pillow squeezed tightly over her crotch. Mira took the first step inside, her movements slow and cautious as if the scent would wrap around her and pin her to the floor. Although Rumi wouldn't mind doing that instead- Pause, bad trail of thought.
Zoey followed suit, both of them stopping in front of Rumi's bed. "Okay what the hell is going on?" Mira questioned, making Rumi squirm with the sheer force of her stare. Her hands wandered to her hips, and Rumi wished her hands would wander somewhere else instead. Zoey nodded along, fingers wrapped tightly around her nose "Yeah, it's the first time the scent's been THIS bad.." She vaguely gestured around the room, voice nasally like a cartoon character.
Rumi breathed, trying to gather herself enough to reply. Her mouth opened, and whatever sound she was planning to make caught in her throat as she tasted new scents on her tongue. Her brows knit together in confusion, she breathed in. Her nose twitched as she took it all in, something new mingling with her own smell now. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, trying to discern the exact tastes. The stronger scent was sandalwood with hints of cinnamon.. domineering, it felt like her mind was filling with every breath, taking over her thoughts. And then she felt the underlying smell, lower in her throat, wrapping around her mind and making her drool. Sandy and slightly scratchy, almost like a breeze carrying sea salt, and some hints of vanilla.
God it felt so good, tasting all of it on her tongue. She leaned forward unconsciously, chasing the scents to their source blindly. And then a hand caught her by the shoulder, "-mi! Rumi!! Are you with us??" Rumi made a sound low in her throat, something between a growl and a mewl, the only indication to herself that she made it being her lungs emptying. She felt the bed dip and then there were hands on her body. Not wandering (Although she wishes they were) But grounding.
"Tiger are you okay? What's wrong? Are you in pain??" Mira's voice rose in urgency, the back of her palm meeting her forehead "God, you're burning up. Zoey, please go grab some medicine from the bathroom." Zoey let out a worried hum, quickly shuffling towards Rumi's bathroom.
Mira pulled the Half-demon into her arms, brushing stray strands away from her face. "Rumi? How are you feeling?" Rumi groaned in response, feeling her shorts brush against her crotch uncomfortably. The scent, obviously emanating from Mira, not helping with her problem at all. She let out a grumble sounding more like gibberish "I'm fine, I'm not sick-" Her words were cut off by Zoey's worried call "We're out, let me check the main bathroom." She practically flew across the room, disappearing down the hall.
Mira hummed disapprovingly, "You're burning up Rumi! you're not fine!" She grit her teeth, jaw setting in an attractive manner. Rumi squirmed, head now resting in Mira's lap. "Mir, I'm not sick, I swear, well, not sick in the manner you think..? I guess, I don't know!" She groaned, rubbing the heel of her hand against the curve of her brow. Mira just looked at her, really looked, and then sighed "Okay, Fine. but whatever it is, I'm here to help you. So please, just tell me what's going on."
Rumi chewed her lip, fang sticking out as she worried the skin. Mira rubbed a thumb across her chin, "You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep at it like that" And there was so much care in her voice, and her scent curled with such affection, how could Rumi not tell her what was wrong?
"I think I just grew a penis."
There was a pregnant pause as Mira processed what she just heard "What?" Her expression shifted from confusion to surprise, as her mouth hung open. She breathed, blinked, and then her eyes narrowed as she snorted. "Okay, very funny. What's actually going on?"
Rumi groaned in embarrassment, "Mira, I'm being serious!" She slung her arms over her face, almost sure it'd start smoking from embarrassment. Mira only pulled Rumi's hands away with a short giggle "Right." She stared, waiting for the singer to break into a smile or give any indication of it being a joke. And when none came, her eyes widened and she let out a small sound. "Oh."
"Okay I have the medica-" Zoey froze at the door, eyes glued to Rumi's crotch no longer covered by the pillow, her face several shades redder than before, "Is that-" "Yes! I don't know what happened! I don't know what to do about it! It's been like that since yesterday evening!"
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After a very long—and extremely embarrassing—talk, Zoey and Mira had laughed, ruminated, paced and finally added the new quirk to the notebook. Rumi just sat back, pillow in place as she took calming breaths, scraping her claws into the porcelain cup with too many ice cubes in it. The cool of the water proved to be futile against the intense burning in her crotch.
Zoey sighed with a finality, stopping her pacing and plopping down onto the pink ottoman next to the couch. "Okay, so we're assuming this is a Rut, and you're presenting as an Alpha right?" Rumi nodded weakly, wincing as she shifted to sit up on the couch. Mira was still pacing behind them, walking from the glass table to the full length windows in a calculated path. "Well all the other stuff has been right.. With the smells and the gathering or whatever." Zoey hummed in agreement, "Yeah I guess.. Wait does that mean you need to like- Knot someone??" Mira barked out a laugh at that, finally stopping as she took place on the glass table across the two other girls. "Okay that's actually a fair question-" Rumi groaned loudly, "What does that even mean?? Do I want to know?" Zoey tried to suppress a snort, failed, and burst into giggles as Mira followed suit. Rumi huffed, blowing a stray strand out of her face.
"You guys are terrible.." She looked out the window, face heating up in a mix of arousal and embarrassment. There was a shuffling as their giggles died down, and then Rumi felt the couch dip on her left, she turned, locking eyes with Mira as the dancer leaned close. And then the couch dipped on her right, and she locked eyes with Zoey.
And It would've been completely normal, if not for the expressions on her girlfriends' faces, "Uh- Guys?" She attempted meekly, as the two communicated wordlessly.
And then they both turned to Rumi, in sync. And suddenly the hoodie she had thrown on to hide her frame a little better was very very hot and very very uncomfortable.
Zoey spoke first, leaning into Rumi's side until their shoulders pressed together. "How about we help you out, hmm?" Rumi's ears twitched, she blinked once, twice, then felt Mira press into her other side. "How about we help take care of your.. 'Rut' problem?" Mira traced a mindless line from her knee to her abdomen.
Rumi's breath caught, hips twitching into the touch as she squeezed her eyes shut. A pathetic whine slipped past her lips, her fangs digging into the soft skin of her bottom lip. Zoey giggled on her right, palm wrapping around the inside of her thigh. She ran her hand in a circle before squeezing right next to where the singer needed them most.
Rumi was melting, she was going to die right there, on their shared couch, between the two women she loved most. Her mouth opened in a gasp, she swallowed thickly forcing out a soft "Please-" She didn't even know what she was begging them for. Just hoping that it'd get some message across.
Zoey grinned ear to ear, fingers wrapping around the pillow still covering Rumi's crotch. Mira leaned into her pressing soft kisses to her throat, where she knew Rumi liked it most. Her hands wandered more freely now, tracing Rumi's arms and chest.
She pulled back suddenly, locking eyes with the half-demon, "Do you want this?" Rumi's gaze was a little hazy, lost in all the sensations. She nodded, Hard. "That's not enough Rumi, we need verbal confirmation." Fuck, they were trying to kill her. She blinked, tongue jutting out to wet her lips. "Y-Yes" And it was like all hell broke loose.
Zoey yanked the pillow away, forcing a strained mewl out of Rumi, as her hands came up in the air. She let her face be guided by Mira's fingers, now wrapped around her chin. And then their lips met, and fuck. All other sensations seemed to bleed away as she tasted the sandalwood and cinnamon on her tongue. All she could do was moan, and lift her hips as instructed by Zoey. She vaguely felt her sweatpants being tugged down to her ankles.
Though she was immediately distracted by Mira taking advantage of her lips parting as she moaned. The dancer licked into her mouth. And Rumi practically fell apart on the spot. She felt her tongue run over her fangs as they tasted each other, and hummed blissfully, letting Mira take the reins and guide her as they made out.
Their lips smacked together in a cacophony of lewd noise, and as suddenly as it had begun the kiss was over. Rumi whined pathetically, trying to chase Mira's lips, a futile effort as she lowered herself to join Zoey between her legs. Grabbing Rumi's unfinished beverage.
And then the scene really sunk in. Both Zoey and Mira on their knees in front of her, each of their hands resting on Rumi's thighs spreading them apart. She groaned at the display, claws digging into the cushion of the couch. "Fuck- I-" She choked out, trying to get a coherent sentence out.
Her—very prominent—bulge was pressing harshly against the lace of her underwear, a wet smear darkening the fabric where her cockhead rested. Zoey smiled, fingers twitching where they rested against Rumi's skin, she slid her fingers forward stopping at the harsh curls on the inside of her crotch. "Can I?"
Rumi nodded, hard. And in the same motion breathed out a "Yes. Yes please."
Zoey's fingers immediately flew to her clothed length, grazing the skin in an exploratory touch. Rumi bucked into it, squeezing her eyes shut as a shudder made its way down her spine. She moaned weakly. Mira tutted disapprovingly "None of that princess, open your eyes. You're gonna watch Zoey take you. Understood?" Rumi nodded quickly, eyes snapping open as she heard Mira hum. "Good girl."
Rumi whined at the praise, feeling a pang of arousal flare in the pit of her stomach. Zoey took a more stable hold of Rumi's cock, loosely wrapping her fingers around the bulge now as she pumped her hand in a rhythmic manner. Rumi whined, bringing her wrist up to bite into the sleeve of her hoodie. Fuck, it wasn't enough.
"Zoeyyy," Rumi cried, watching her hands like a woman possessed. "Needy" is all Zoey said before tugging Rumi's underwear down. Her length sprang free, bouncing once before landing on the exposed skin of her belly. Rumi moaned against the fabric in her mouth, breathing hard.
She watched impatiently as Mira pressed herself into Zoey's back and began peppering soft kisses against her neck, making the younger girl's breath hitch between the singer's thighs. Zoey wrapped her fingers around Rumi's cock, thumb gathering some of the precum from the tip to lather the rest of her length. Rumi squirmed, trying to keep herself from bucking into the touch.
"I'm gonna use my mouth, is that okay?" Zoey looked up at her though hooded eyes, lips slightly parted. She looked so beautiful, with sweat beading at her brow and hand wrapped around Rumi's cock. And then there was Mira, sucking marks into the back of her neck, unraveling Zoey with her lips. Rumi let out a pathetic whine, she screwed her eyes shut as her hips bucked. She felt her own release spray the naked skin of her abdomen, as a strange sensation shot through her. Her back arched in a pretty curve and her claws tore into the cushions of the couch.
She breathed hard, slowly opening her eyes as the sensation subsided and she could think again. Her eyes focused as she felt Zoey lean forward, cleaning the release off of her abdomen with her tongue. Rumi groaned at the sight, hand tangling in Zoey's hair. Her hearing adjusted as she focused on the sound of Mira's praise, "You did so good princess," She giggled lightly, "Couldn't last longer, huh?" Mira ran her hand up her thigh, fingers curling in her underwear. The article of clothing still bunched up uncomfortably on her hips. "Lift up for me princess." Rumi obeyed, shivering as the fabric slid down her legs.
She lowered herself onto the couch just as Zoey's hand wrapped around her length again. Rumi growled, tugging on Zoey's hair. "Fuck- W-wait, I just came I can't-" She was cut off by a stern reprimand "Yes you can, you'll take what we give you like a good girl" She locked eyes with mira, swallowing audibly before she nodding. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, fangs worrying the plush skin.
Mira hummed a wordless approval, a smile gracing her features. Zoey locked eyes with Rumi. She pumped her hand once, then twice, trying to gauge the singer's reaction while leaning lower. She stuck out her tongue, meeting Rumi's cockhead with a small exploratory lick. The singer mewled quietly, trying to breathe through her nose and failing miserably.
Zoey reached lower, pressing soft kisses to the harsh curls around the base of her cock. Her hands slid down, one brushing the skin of Rumi's thigh and the other wrapping around the half-demons balls. The contact was electric, forcing a moan out of her. Her back arched in that pretty curve again. She tried to suppress the noises falling from her lips as Zoey massaged the skin.
Rumi looked down just as the rapper began licking a long stripe up the length. Their eyes locked in an intense stare, making Rumi's breath hitch. She blinked hard, trying not to lose all sense of control. She gasped as Zoey's lips fully wrapped around her cockhead. Just as she tried to catch her breath, she saw Mira move.
The dancer leaned forward, adjusting Zoey's head slightly to the side so she could more comfortably reach over her frame, and began pressing soft kisses to the base of Rumi's cock. Rumi's mind had abandoned her, all coherent thought went out the window as she felt the tightening sensation in her gut, threatening to spill.
She let out pathetic mewls as Zoey sucked the tip of her cock. Her eyes kept snapping lower, to Mira pressing open mouthed kisses to the base, alternating between sucks and kisses. She threw her head back in a loud groan as she came enveloped by Zoey's mouth. She felt herself twitch against the rapper's tongue as ropes of hot liquid shot out.
Rumi huffed, breathing ragged and uneven. She barely registered the commotion between her legs, too out of it to care. She heard Zoey moan followed by a wet smack of lips meeting. She finally raised her head, gaze adjusting while the two made out, specks of white covering their tongues as they licked into each other's mouths. All Rumi could do was groan, feeling the waves of arousal subside in her gut. She bucked into the air at a particularly harsh aftershock, the view doing nothing to calm her senses. She mewled, drawing the pair's attention.
Zoey drew back, a throaty whine slipping past her kiss swollen lips as Mira began trailing wet kisses down her throat. Zoey let out a breathless laugh, eyes locking with Rumi's "Enjoying the show?" Her eyes fluttered shut, small gasps leaving her parted lips.
Rumi just whimpered, not knowing what to do except stare at the display in front of her. Moments passed as Mira licked a stripe up Zoey's throat and leaned back, hungry eyes devouring the raven haired girl. Then her gaze shifted to the singer, dark hooded eyes boring holes into Rumi's own golden orbs. Mira leaned back into Zoey's space, whispering something against her jaw. The two looked at each other for a split second before Zoey nodded, and they both turned to Rumi. The half-demon squirmed, suddenly aware of the sweat beading at her brow. She huffed adjusting her position on the couch.
It was Mira who leaned forward this time, fingers wrapping around Rumi's half hard cock. She whimpered, lips parting as she panted. Mira pumped her length, and Rumi's toes curled into the carpet. She made a small noise, tongue jutting out to wet her lips.
She was so sensitive from everything, every touch feeling like a shock to her system. She whined pathetically as Mira took her into her mouth, sucking the remnants of her earlier orgasm and pumping her fist along her length.
Rumi was about to screw her eyes shut as Zoey leaned forward, taking up the rest of the space next to Mira without disturbing her, with the dancer now slightly to the left and the rapper on the right. All Rumi could do was cry out, too preoccupied with Mira's ministrations.
Mira licked her cockhead once more, and then released it with a lewd pop. She looked over to Zoey, one arm wrapping around her chin to pull her closer. They met in the middle, lips parted and wrapping around the singer's cock from either side.
Rumi's brain short circuited. She let out a loud whine, hips bucking into the space between her girlfriends' tongues as they kissed around the intrusion. She whined incoherent pleas and begs, trying to relive some of the burning tension in her gut. She didn't know what undid her worse, the visual or the sensation.
It didn't take long for her to finish, as the two lathered her cock so thoroughly. She cried out, bucking once, as hot release shot into the air. Some of it landed on Zoey's shoulder and arm. The two pulled back, licking their lips satisfied with their work. Mira didn't waste much time licking Rumi's cum off of the younger girl, cleaning her up. She finished with a wet kiss to Zoey's lips.
Rumi was lightheaded, barely able to focus on anything, she screwed her eyes shut in an attempt to recollect herself. And then she felt the familiar sensation of lips wrapping around her length again. She tried to mewl a protest, but all that would come out was a crooked moan. Zoey took her into her mouth again, sucking once before taking her in deeper.
She felt Zoey's tongue on the underside of her cock as she moved. Hands finding their way to cup her balls again. Rumi was bordering on overstimulation, tears burning the corners of her vision. And then she felt her cockhead meet the threshold of Zoey's throat.
The rapped moaned around her, vibrations sending small shocks across Rumi's body, forcing gasps out of her. She whined as Zoey took her fully, burying her nose in purple curls of Rumi's crotch. Her length now wrapped in the velvety walls of the rapper's throat.
Rumi fell apart without a sound, mouth parted in a silent scream. Ropes of white shot down Zoey's throat, and she swallowed every drop, constricting around Rumi's cock. Milking everything she could. Zoey pulled away with a satisfied hum, sitting back on her knees as her hand found its way into her own shorts.
Mira wasted no time taking her place, not giving Rumi any time to recover. She angled her and sucked with a deadly precision, luring soft mewls, whimpers and moans out of Rumi. It didn't take much for her to cum. Sensations bleeding into each other as overstimulation set in.
Tears flowed freely down her face now, hips bucking up occasionally as her sense of control dwindled completely. Mira cleaned her up, leaning back to admire her work.
And then Zoey was there, and the sensations were slowly turning into pain as she tried to keep up with the insatiable hunger of her girlfriends.
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By the time they were finished Rumi had met god, played chess, lost, cried, met satan, cried, and she's pretty sure broken the world record on the amount of times anyone can finish in three hours. Although she had no plans to share that with the world.
She was entirely spent, sated, and purring. Wrapped in a soft pair of new sweatpants, a loose sleep shirt, and her two beautiful girlfriends. Mira had taken the liberty of carrying (A very heavy) Rumi into the bathroom, treating her to a warm bath. And cuddles in said bath. They were later joined by Zoey after she had cleaned up the mess they'd made (And texted Bobby about a possible couch replacement).
She was satisfied, tired, fucked out, and honestly? Kind of glad to have had this problem in the first place.