Anira Part 2

“Anira Montecião, you need to understand that your presence never disrupts anything; nothing is more important than you, my companion.” He lifts me into his arms as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I like knowing that I’m that important,” I say.
“The most important of all.” He walks with me to the kitchen, placing me on the island countertop. “I know you like making our coffee, but this week I’ve asked the staff who will still come to prepare it. I want you to start resting; it will be long months of mating.”
“Wow! I find it very sexy when your concern for me reaches stratospheric levels. Did you know that by human relationship standards, this borders on toxic?” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“If taking care of my companion and allowing her days of rest is toxic, then nice to meet you, miss. Our relationship might become even more toxic in the coming months. Your mate doesn’t like to share his time, his looks, and especially his body. Everything about you belongs to me, even your thoughts.”
I pull him in for a kiss, which he returns passionately. Once he learned to kiss, Auror became an expert at it, and whenever we start, it feels like our bodies are on fire.
“First, I’ll take care of feeding you, then I’ll feast on you.”
“Auror...” I moan his name as his voice becomes guttural and intensely warm.
“No more, Ann. First, I feed you, then we mate.” He nibbles at my neck. “I’ll mount you for so long that our offspring might be conceived before the heat even begins.”
I moan in his arms as he steps away to bring a tray with my coffee, starting to feed me as he said he would.

***


Auror


The heat cycles have begun. A few hours ago, Forty Mile was evacuated, and all the humans left. At this moment, my body starts to boil, but my mate sleeps. We anticipated the start of our mating by a week; Ann seemed desperate for sex, and it was certainly her body preparing to receive my seed.
Now the heat has truly arrived, and there’s no chance Ann will stay away. My body burns, and my cock feels incredibly hard. I walk to the kitchen, determined to keep a bit of distance. I would never harm my mate; I only give her what she desires, and right now, all she needs is to sleep.
I close my mind and think of the cold snow falling outside, feeling how it can cool my body and calm my cells in moments like this. Restless, I decide to go outside and welcome the snowstorm hitting the hillside.
“Auror! Auror!” Ann’s cries come from the living room where she was sleeping.
“I’m here,” I roar as I enter her mind. Ann is at the peak of heat.
I rush to her, and when her eyes see me, they burn my skin. Her hair shines almost unbearably, and I need to quench her desire.
I spread her legs and dive my head between them. It doesn’t take much for her to reach her first orgasm. Rubbing my tongue in her channel makes Ann spill for me.
I sit down, pulling her onto my lap. She opens her legs and then sits on my member. The pressure I feel makes me roar, and her cries of pleasure echo throughout the room.
Her body rests on mine. Ann seems drugged, lost in pleasure. This is how heats are; we mount our females so they don’t agonize in pain, and only by mating with them and giving them pleasure can we alleviate their desperation.
Ann moans and grinds her hips as I make her body rise and fall on my cock. Her hands move to the back and clutch my long hair, which she often calls my mane. The intensity with which she grips and holds onto it is so strong that I feel sharp tugs, but nothing compares to the sensation of my cock entering and exiting her. Her screams make me even harder, and in the frenzy of what we’re doing, the urge to release builds up, but I hold it back, always giving myself to pleasure only after she’s finished.
“Auror, it’s coming, it’s so strong, so intense. Ahhhhh!” My member is milked, shooting long streams of my seed into her.
“GRRRRRRRRRRRR!” My roar vibrates through everything in us, and Ann, exhausted, snuggles closer to me as my knots bind us together.
“Now I understand what you meant about hurting me. I long to dig my nails into you, and I don’t even have claws.”
“As a complete angelic, it’s your body that controls the heat cycles, which in this case are short. I know it’s because we’ll be having our child,” I explain as I feel my member retreat.
“I want it all the time, Auror. I yearn for you to stay inside me; whenever I feel you, the agony goes away.”
“I won’t go anywhere. I’ll mount you whenever you need.”
“I think we should shower and eat before another heat peak hits,” she requests.
I lift her into my arms and do exactly as she asks.

***

Anira


I look like a nymphomaniac who wants to live impaled on my man's cock, I've never felt anything like this in my life, not even the last heat came close to what I feel like a complete angelic.
It's as if pure energy pulses from me and traps me inside a ball of lust that only dissipates when I cum, I don't want to imagine what the last twenty-four hours will be like at the end of winter.
Auror doesn't sleep and barely eats, he's just at my disposal to make pleasure flood me and the infernal heat pass.
Days turn into nights, screams echo through the house, we fuck everywhere and there's no time or place suitable, there's only my body ordering him to mount me when the moment comes, unlike last time I don't want to do anything other than mate.
I look to the side and see him looking at me, I smile, sliding my hand over his body that reacts instantly, tensing, I know that his member will come out hard and wet, so I sit on him, and wait, wait until he feels the force of the invasion, and, holy shit, Auror is right, he invades me while he hardens, I grind to accommodate him and then all the madness begins and I am the one who mounts him, making him go in and out. Auror roars, howls and grunts, all at the same time, mixing with my screams as I cum simultaneously with him that expands the knots and locks us once again.