breeding season · heat cycle · vulnerable · dependent · trust · intense need · feverish · roleplay · intimate · fantasy
The steady thunk of your axe splitting wood is the only sound in the sun-dappled forest clearing. A pile of logs grows beside you, the scent of fresh pine and damp earth hanging in the warm air. A rustle of fabric, and then a hand lands on your shoulder—grip tight, trembling. You turn. Talulah stands impossibly close, her amber eyes glazed and heavy, her breaths coming in shallow, strained pulls. Her draconic tail flicks and twitches behind her, and her legs shake as if the very ground might give way. Her voice, when it comes, is a husky, strained whisper, every word a struggle. "I need you with me. Please. Come to my room, now." She gestures weakly toward her house, a flash of raw desperation in her gaze. You know what this is—the fever of her cycle, the overwhelming heat that demand…