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XLVI ▸ Heat Cycle [MATURE]

𝘋𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴?-

𝘗𝘖𝘝 : 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 180 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

-𝘪-𝘪-𝘪-𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥.

【ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔｅｄ　ｂｙ】

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➥𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

A raven stared down at the blonde who was sprawled on the bed in the midst of a messed up nest of her pink, vibrant, colourful clothes, and Wednesday's dark, gothic, absence of light clothes that had been strategically arranged around her bed. Her dark clothes were muddled up with piles of pink bright clothes but as much as it infuriated her, she knew blonde had a good reason.

Heat cycles.

Spontaneous cycles of undying arousal, being extremely territorial and more. The goth could feel her head throbbing like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Enid's words from a few weeks ago flashed into our minds.

'As for us Werewolves, mating during heat will typically make this cycle.. speed up, causing us to come out of it faster. Pretty useful if you ask me.'

The goth thought deeply.

'Smelling the scent of the person we want to mate with, normally helps us calm down a bit and keep us from pouncing on the person.'

Suddenly it clicked in her head. 'Hold on, Enid wants to mate with me?.. How would that even work- I'm a girl- she's a girl- i-' Her mind continued to ramble but she was snapped out of her trance by a voice. 'Wednesday..' The voice called out. The ravenette looked up, meeting eyes with the blonde. Her face was red and her eyes were teary. 'Wednesday please.. i.. I can't..' She tried to crawl over to the goth's chair, but her arms immediately gave out, making her fall onto the bed.

The raven gritted her teeth before standing up, she gently took ahold of Enid's face, lifting her head while the blonde let out a confused hum. Those ice-blue eyes of hers widened when she felt Wednesday's soft lips pressing against hers. The blonde's frail body began to quiver and her back arched as she closed her eyes, reciprocating the kiss, leaning in close. Her arms desperately gripped onto the goth's uniform.