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Scorching Heat	By : Cazy367 Category: +M through R > Owl House, The Views: 1153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Heat
- 2-Second Day
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Willow groggily awoke, her body already stiff and sore. Her cock was already fully formed, throbbing insistently, the fire still burning deep within her as she took a few deep breaths. The scent of her mate’s heat still permeated the air, though it was much more muted, due to Boscha still being asleep. At least, it was enough for the alpha to be able to think a little bit.

Scanning the room, Willow figured the low light probably meant it was early morning. She had no idea what time they had finally fallen asleep, all she knew was it had been dark during their last mating session. So she probably only got a few hours of sleep.

Willow turned her head to look over at her sleeping mate. Boscha was lying face down, her hair splaying out wildly. If it wasn’t for the omegas rumbling snore, Willow might have thought she was dead.

The alpha smiled softly, she had always thought her mate’s snore was cute, soothing even. It was rhythmic, a low rumbling, never loud enough to wake Willow. But listening to it often helped the alpha fall asleep.

Another, much louder, rumbling drew Willow’s attention. This time, it was her own stomach. Titan, they hadn’t eaten, like, at all yesterday. No wonder her stomach was growling so loud.

Trying to be as quiet as she could, Willow tried to climb out of the nest that was on top of their bed. But it was still a bit dark, and Willow was sore, and the scent of heat still clogged her nose. Willow stumbled, messing up the nest without even realizing it.

The alpha froze, not turning to look back. Just trying to listen to her mates snoring. After a few beats, nothing changed. Boscha was still asleep.

Willow silently thanked the Isles, and quickly left the room. Not bothering with clothes. Would be a waste anyway.

Once free of Boschas heat scent, Willow took a few deep breaths. Finally, her head really started to clear. Food. They need food and water.

It was going to be a long day. The second day was always the worst. The most intense. They were going to need the energy.

Willow scavenged around the cabinets and fridge, for something quick and easy. Having to actually cook was an absolute no-go. Willow didn’t have that kind of time. Boscha would be waking up soon.

If she can’t get Boscha to eat right after waking up, the omegas lust would overtake her, and there would be several mating sessions before she could get another chance to eat.

But thankfully Willow had had a full week of pre-heat to prepare. She had pre-cut all of Boscha’s favorite fruits and baked her favorite pastries and snacks, putting everything into sealable containers.

Grabbing a few of the boxes, Willow filled her arms with water bottles, taking as many as she could back to their room.

The second Willow opened the door, she was hit with a wall of pheromones. Much stronger than when she left. Boscha was going to wake up really soon. And from the smell of it, she will be quite ravenous. But not for food.

Willow quickly opened the container with the fruit in it, and set the others, along with the water, on the nightstand. Before climbing back into the nest.

The alpha spoke in a low, soothing tone, “Love, I have some food here. I need you to be a good omega for me and eat a few pieces.”

Boscha groaned as she woke up, rolling onto her back. At first, she looked up at Willow with a sleepy smile. But then she looked down and saw that the nest was messed up. A couple of pillows had been knocked down and some clothes were misplaced.

Rage flooded the omegas system, drowning out the arousal that had already started to build.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Boscha growled out.

Willow flinched, surprised by her mate's sudden hostility. “What? We need to eat, we didn’t eat at all-”

Boscha snarled, cutting the alpha off, pointing to the messed-up edge, “No. Look. Look at what you did. Out. Get out.”

Immediately, Willow was being pushed out of the nest. Willow’s inner alpha came roaring to the surface. Infuriated by the situation. How dare this omega speak to me like that. I’m the alpha of this house. She listens to me. I’m in control here.

Willow shook herself, mentally kicking her inner alpha back down. She bit back the growl that was building in her chest. The alpha lowered her head and exposed her neck in submission, hoping to appease her mate.

The alpha knew better than to aggravate Boscha. Especially during her heat.

Besides, it was a normal reaction. Nests are serious business to omegas. There are certain things you are simply not allowed to do to nests.

Never enter a nest without permission. Never add or take things out of the nest. Never destroy or mess the nest up. Doing any of these things can turn even the most submissive omegas into snarling beasts.

Boscha huffed as she got to work fixing the messed-up edge. Grumbling to herself about how dumb alphas can be. It didn’t take long. Boscha leaned back, making sure it was sturdy. Once satisfied, her anger quickly faded. Replaced by a sense of longing and emptiness.

Guiltily, Boscha looked up at her mate. She shouldn’t have snapped at Willow like that. But she couldn’t help it. Her hormones were out of control.

Seeing her nest messed up just set her off. Logically Boscha knew that the nest would inevitably get messed up as they mated. But her heat was clouding her brain. Making her much less logical side come rumbling to the surface.

The omega tilted her head to the side, baring her throat with a pitiful whine. “Sorry Flower, alpha please..”

Willow smirked, seeing her mate’s sudden change of disposition. Now, this was more like heat-induced Boscha. A whimpering, whiny mess. A classic heat-sick omega.

Approaching the bed, Willow stood at the edge as she reached out to cup her mate's cheek.

“Shh. It’s okay. I understand. I’m sorry for messing up the nest. I’ll be more careful,” Willow soothed gently.

Boscha sighed gratefully. Her skin was on fire, the alpha's touch was such a cooling relief. Closing her eyes she nuzzled her cheek into the alpha’s hand.

The alpha smiled softly down at her mate. Brushing her fingers along Boscha’s jaw. The alpha’s thumb gently running over her mate’s lips.

Lips quickly parted, tongue slipping out to touch the pad of Willow's thumb.

The omega’s eyes snapped open, as a piece of fruit was placed into her mouth. Looking up at her mate, Willow nodded encouragingly.

Boscha’s inner omega grumbled in displeasure at having to eat real food. She wasn’t hungry. Not for food.

But once the omega swallowed, her stomach grumbled. Though her inner omega may not agree, her body certainly was hungry.

Whimpering gratefully, Boscha opened her mouth to allow Willow to feed her more.

Piece by piece, they ate. Willow continued feeding her mate, eating a few pieces of fruit herself.

The more Willow fed Boscha, the longer her fingers started to linger. Brushing over her omega’s lips, grazing her jawline. The fire started to build deep within Boscha’s belly. Burning hotter and hotter, until she just couldn’t take it anymore.

So when Willow brought the next piece of fruit to her lips, the omega grit her teeth and turned her head away. The alpha growled at that, but Boscha held firm. She couldn’t eat anymore. She needed relief.

Willow let out a soft sigh at her mates stubbornness, eventually dropping the fruit back into the bowl, setting it on the nightstand. They had at least eaten over half of it. That would have to do for now. The omega would wait no longer.

Much more carefully this time, Willow climbed into the nest. Immediately Boscha’s hands were in her hair, pulling the alpha down into a desperate kiss.

It was hot and sloppy, with plenty of teeth and tongue. When Willow finally pulled away they were both left panting heavily. A needy whine spilled from the omega’s lips.

The alpha kissed down her jawline to her neck, quickly settling over her mate mark. Digging her teeth in as she sucked, Boscha whimpered and moaned underneath her.

A hand came up to tangle in Willow’s curly hair, clinging desperately. The grip made sure the alpha didn’t stop. The alpha was more than happy to stay right where she was. Biting, licking, sucking all over her mate mark. Hickeys were already starting to form over the pink skin.

But soon enough, it wasn’t enough. For either of them. Willow fought against the grip on her hair, to start kissing down her mate's chest. The alpha took the hardened peaks of her omega’s nipples into her mouth, swirling and biting. Switching between the two of them until Boscha was a squirming, whimpering mess beneath her.

Then Willow continued downward. Kissing over her mates taught belly. She settled between Boscha’s thighs. The omega let out a needy whine.

“Just relax, sweet omega, I got you. I need to eat too, you know?” Willow rumbled in her alpha timber.

Immediately Boscha’s thighs fell open and she sank into the bed. Willow leaned forward, tongue gathering delicious amounts of slick. Swirling her tongue around the omega’s entrance, the alpha drank in every bit of slick she could, moaning appreciatively.

The heat pheromones that permeated throughout the omega’s slick drove Willow wild. She usually loved her mate's taste, but when Boscha was cycling, the alpha couldn’t get enough.

It was addictive, no matter how much she had it was never enough. Even as Boscha came over and over, splashing hot slick into the alphas awaiting mouth, it wasn’t enough.

Willow greedily kept going, sucking and flicking her tongue over her mate's clit until she came. Then the alpha would shove her tongue as deep as she could into her omega’s pussy, drinking her in. Only to repeat the process over and over.

Only the insistent tugging at her hair caused the alpha to pull away and look up at her mate. Boscha’s neck and face were flushed, sweat covered her body. It was her face that ultimately made Willow give in.

The look on Boscha’s face screamed need and submission, but her eyes were watery. Like the tricylops was about to cry, that her need was too great, she literally couldn’t take it anymore.

Willow climbed back up over her mate. Kissing Boscha softly, she lined her cock up and started to thrust inside. Slipping deeper with each thrust, swallowing all of her omega’s moans as they kissed.

Once fully seated inside, Boscha clung to her alpha’s muscular shoulders. Finally, she was starting to feel some relief. The soothing stretch of her mate's cock, was exactly what she needed.

Willow pulled back before slowly thrusting back in. Setting up a pace, it wasn’t a fast rut by any means. But It was rough and deep. Each time the alpha would pull back need and anticipation would flood Boscha’s body. Each snap of her hips was calculated, hitting all the right spots as she drove to get as deep as possible.

It didn’t take long for Boscha’s next peak to build, she had already come several times from the alpha's mouth, so at this point, she was very sensitive. And with the way Willow was using her body. Like the alpha had every right to get as deep as possible, made Boscha shiver with submissive excitement.

Willow did have every right to use and abuse the omega however she saw fit. She was Boscha’s alpha. Her inner omega purred at that knowledge, the ownership that Willow had over her.

Before she was even aware of it she was coming. Hot slick splashing out onto her mate's thighs. Willow growled as the silky walls clamped down around her length.

Once Boscha had come down from her high, the alpha pulled out fully. Causing Boscha to gasp, desperate to be filled again.

“No no no. Please. Please back in alpha.” Boscha begged out.

Willow apologized softly as she rolled Boscha onto her stomach. Instantly the omega’s hips were in the air, face pressed into the sheets.

The alpha quickly took her place behind Boscha, and she pushed back in. This position allowed Willow’s cock to hit even deeper inside. This is exactly where Boscha’s inner omega wants her to be. Face down, ass up. Mounted by her alpha. The perfect position for breeding.

The pace this time was much faster than the first. Leaning over Boscha’s back, Willow hammered her hips as fast as she could. Boscha’s heat fully clouding her mind. Leaving only the most primal thoughts behind. Rut. Knot. Breed.

Boscha cried out with each thrust, pushing her ass back, allowing the alpha to hit as deep as possible each time.
“F-fuck. So deep alpha.” Boscha moaned huskily.

Willow's rhythm faltered slightly as she groaned in triumph at the words. Before picking back up her rhythm again. But soon the base of her cock started to swell, her knot was forming. Boscha felt it immediately, eyes lighting up.

“Please, oh fuck, alpha. Knot me. Please knot me. Fill me.” Boscha gasped out, pushing back against her mate.

Willow nodded, popping her knot in as it was still growing. Splitting open her omegas tight pussy. Hot walls locked around the knot, sealing it in. Again the omega came, the knot pressed right against her G-spot.

The alpha shuttered, the pressure around her knot felt so good. Her hips started grinding without her permission. Trying to get as deep as possible. She was going to come soon.

Boscha raised up on her arms, flipping her hair to the side and exposing her neck to her mate. Willow took the invitation immediately, her teeth sinking into the abused mating mark.

“Oh, alpha, fill me please. Breed me. Put a litter of pups in my belly.” Boscha pleaded to her mate to give in.

With a choked roar, the alpha finally came. Spilling come deep into her mate's womb. The knot kept every drop locked in. The omega’s walls had to stretch slightly due to the sheer amount of come flooding her belly. The alpha kept a slow grind of her hips as she continued to spill within her omega.

Finally, the alpha's orgasm ended, leaving them both out of breath. Willow rolled them onto their sides. Sighing softly as she came down from her high.

“Thank you, Flower, for the rut and the food. I don’t know if I woulda made it without something in my system.” Boscha breathed out gently.

“Of course my sweet little omega. I love you, and I brought plenty more food and water. We should be good to just stay here rutting all day.” Willow nuzzled into Boscha’s soft hair.

“I love you too. More than the Isles will ever know.”
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