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It was a blur for both of them.
For Mira, she hardly remembered how she'd gotten to Rumi's bedroom. Her vision was taken over in a drunken haze, though not literally drunk, yet still affected by something that had her limbs numb and moving on their own, aligned with her tunnel vision focused loosely on keeping herself upright as she limped toward the faint scent that intoxicated her in the first place.
She tried, she really tried to stay in her room. And although Rumi's scent was faint from a few doors away, the more she felt her innards coiling toward something she knew wouldn't stop, she also couldn't deny the heightened senses her body was enduring.
Which then led to Rumi, woken slightly by the sound of her door creaking and bed rustling beside her, and the familiar feeling of a warm body. It wasn't unnatural for Mira or Zoey to climb into her bed, or any rendition that ended with some nighttime cuddling. Rumi found it somewhat inherent, and she relaxed into the body that curled against her for comfort, and tugged them closer to submit themselves into a more restful slumber.
Except this time, the body didn't stop moving against her. For a moment, she'd wondered maybe if she was cold and trying to snuggle into the warmth of Rumi's skin. But the body part that rubbed rhythmically over her thigh was most definitely not cold. If anything, it was nearly hot, like a massage stone pressing into the muscle of her thigh right above her knee.
She opened her eyes when she heard the whimper in her neck.
Her half-demon side, mixed with being woken in a pitch black room, was enough for Rumi to be able to see Mira as if it were daylight, though she hardly needed it, because the immediate scent that registered in her nostrils was enough for her to know exactly what was happening.
Mira was nestled into her neck, her cheeks evidently hot against her collarbone as she whimpered and sighed, breath hitching when she ground her pelvis over Rumi's knee and whining when she reeled back just to repeat the process over again. She smelled just like Mira always did—sweet, floral shampoo, cotton bedsheets, lilac body oil, and very, very strong pheromones.
Not long into their friendship, Rumi and Zoey learned about Mira's heat cycles, or more specifically, discovered that their lead visual for Huntrix was an omega between two alphas. Although unlike most omegas, Mira's heat cycles didn't register quite the same, and were often quickly dealt with and able to satiate within a few minutes of it beginning.
But Mira's heats came often, like a hot, horny, needy compulsion that was nearly just a hyperactive sex drive leading the three of them into quick sexual encounters at least twice a week, if not more.
Quickies before a show were common, almost routinely so, with Rumi coaxing sweet words into Mira's ear while Zoey pleasured her clit with a hot tongue. Sometimes Mira would straddle their lap out of nowhere on the couch as she demanded they'd take her right there, her eyes lustful and glossy as she lifted her skirt and impatiently waited for their straps to fill her from both sides.
Rumi and Zoey would joke and tease Mira that her heats had her acting like a horny rabbit, and she'd brush them off with a dismissive roll of her eyes, and yet proved them right with every next needy moment. All of them knew that when Mira's heats began, she needed immediate attention.
Like now, with Rumi's hand instinctively raising to cradle the back of Mira's neck, and the other steadying her hip.
"R-Rumi…" Mira sighed hot into her chest as she ground down again, her parted lips releasing a low groan. "I-I'm sorry. I tried. I-I can't on my own."
Rumi shushed her words and massaged her thumbs over Mira's hip and the nape of her neck.
"Sh-sh, it's okay, Mir, I've got you," Rumi spoke comfortingly into her ear, petting Mira like she was a wounded animal. She continued to grind her heat over Rumi's thigh until she shifted it away, much to Mira's displeased whine into Rumi's t-shirt. "You need it that badly, hm?"
Mira nodded with her hands clutched over Rumi's waist, attempting to grind once more, but halted by Rumi's firm hand at her waist.
"Please, Ru," Mira pleaded, her head lifting to gaze at Rumi. Her pupils were widened with desire, her expression defining the word desperate as much as her body demanded touch, like she was going to explode, or maybe start crying if she didn't get what she wanted, needed, soon. "I want you so bad, Rumi. I need you. I can't- No matter how much I touch myself, I just can't on my own. I need you, Ru, please, please, touch me."
Rumi wanted to grin at how pathetic Mira was when she begged like this, but Rumi knew how much Mira was feeling in this moment, and how much she needed care during her heats. She clutched Rumi's body and pulled her closer, a sniffle and a tear-filled waterline setting Rumi's hands into action.
"Okay. Okay, bunny, don't worry. I'm right here," Rumi cooed. She pressed her palm between Mira's thighs right over her burning heat, and Mira whined into her bitten lip and immediately jutted her hip into Rumi's hand. "Gosh, baby girl. You're soaked. How long have you been like this?"
"A-an hour. Maybe more. I don't- ah…I don't remember." Mira sighed into a subtle satisfaction of Rumi's fingers gliding between her folds, but they both knew it wouldn't be enough for long. "I tried so hard. I can't cum without you. It just won't- I can't…it's not the same when you do it. Please, Ru, I need it."
Oh, Rumi loved when Mira was like this. No matter how much she knew Mira was writhing in need, something inside Rumi wanted her to make her beg forever just to hear her say those words all over again.
I can't cum without you, pleading to be touched, to be used like a little toy in heat, because that's exactly what she was.
Instead, she kissed Mira's temple and guided her onto her back with encouragement, saying, "Lay back, sweet girl. That's it, just relax for me. Just breathe, I'll take care of you."
Under all of Mira's brashness and tough demeanor, she was a whimpering rabbit in heat that cried for her girls and softened under the kisses that were pressed into her cheeks.
She was splayed beautifully beneath Rumi. She lay on her back in nothing but a baggy t-shirt that she'd attempted to sleep in, her hair draped across Rumi's pillows, and now had her knees open reluctantly to allow Rumi to sit between them. Reluctantly, because she was looking for any space to grind on, as her heat continued to burn and her desire was becoming insatiable.
"Rumi…" Mira bit her knuckle as Rumi held her knees open, gazing down at the wetness Mira had already dripped down her thighs. She placed a flat palm at the base of Mira's abdomen and gently guided it up, feeling every ridge of her toned stomach and ribs, until Mira's shirt rested over her breasts. Her nipples were perked in the rigid air, and Rumi kissed the underside of one of her breasts.
"You look so good, bunny," Rumi complimented, kissing her way over Mira's skin. Her breasts, her bare chest, her collarbone and neck, up to her ear. She placed her hand between Mira's legs once more and began toying with her as she spoke. "So needy. You walked here without panties just to be played with like this?"
Mira released a sound between a moan and a grunt from the back of her throat. Rumi slid her digits over her, rubbing between her folds and feeling how hot her heat had become, and how easy it would be to slide into her with how wet omegas could get. She didn't want to tease too much, but she did crave it when Mira was delicate and soft during her heats, and show her just how much Rumi loved it, too.
"Nn, more," Mira sighed. She held Rumi's wrist and looked up to her like a begging puppy. "Please, Ru. Don't make me wait."
And Mira meant it, because she positioned her hand over Rumi's and helped slide her hand over herself, masturbating with Rumi's hand. Mira didn't look away from Rumi, except when she pressed her middle two fingers over Rumi's and lifted her hips, inserting Rumi's fingers into her entrance along with her own.
Four fingers entered her and stretched her walls in a way that had Mira clenching her eyes shut and throwing her head back in an open-mouthed moan. She gasped once, arched her back, and released a very pathetic whimper.
"Fuck, yes Ru," Mira moaned and bucked into her hand. She opened her eyes, and tears immediately welled up in her waterline, beginning to spill over. "Please, I can't wait any longer."
The sound she had made was convincing enough for Rumi to begin moving her fingers. Slowly pulling back, Rumi thrusted back in twice as quickly and watched as Mira gasped and gripped the pillow behind her. All four of their fingers had slid into her so easily, and yet Mira had been arching from the bed as if she'd never felt this in her life.
Rumi thrusted her fingers a few times, Mira's hand following suit to pleasure her burning heat and give her the satisfaction she so desperately craved, but only a few thrusts in, Rumi leaned down to press her grin into a sweet kiss on the corner of Mira's lips.
"Look at you wanting to be filled so badly," Rumi smiled against her lips. This was a kiss of their own, with Mira's moans escaping repeatedly into Rumi's skin as their noses touched, and Rumi spoke dirty into her whining, needy mouth.
"I-I do," Mira said back, her eyes lidded as she revelled in the feeling of Rumi inside her. That was until Rumi took Mira's hand away from her heat and showed it between them.
"You're so wet, bunny. Look at yourself."
Their fingers were coated in Mira's slick up to the knuckle, stretching clear wetness between her digits. Mira's cheeks were flushed, though the way she watched Rumi drunkenly showed she was probably still too lost in her dizziness to respond coherently.
Nonetheless, Rumi opened her mouth to place Mira's fingers in her mouth and suck the wetness from them. She swirled her tongue around her fingers, tasting the sweetness of her omega on her tongue. If Rumi had wanted, she could have delved into her own desires and pleasure herself with Mira right here, but she loved how Mira watched her, and she knew how badly Mira needed pleasure, how much she needed to be touched.
Popping her fingers out of her mouth, Rumi intertwined her fingers in Mira's and held her hand beside her head, away from her heat that Rumi slid back into with her free hand.
"You taste so good, Mira. Come here, taste yourself," Rumi said before leaning down into Mira's lips. She kissed her firmly, reconnecting their lips and parting them more each time to find each other's tongue. Mira hummed against Rumi's lips, her breath hot as she exhaled onto Rumi's tongue and craned her neck to chase more of the feeling. Wet, hot, needy breaths moaned into each other as Mira lost herself in her own dizziness, her heat now being rhythmically thrusted by Rumi's fingers and her whines inescapable with every spot Rumi touched on her body.
When Rumi pulled away, Mira could hardly see straight. Her brain was melting as the pleasure made her vision blurry once again, and she was breathing heavily as she tried to hold Rumi's shoulder for stability.
"I need you. I need Zoey. Where's-…where is Zoey?" Her eyes fluttered to the door as if she'd see Zoey standing there waiting to come in, but Rumi guided her chin back to face her.
"Zoey is sleeping," Rumi said. She kissed her jaw as comfort for her words, but her fingers spoke otherwise, pulling out to thrust in harder and have Mira gasping with a bite of her lip. "You came to me. All wet and ready for me to take you like this, to give you everything you need. Now, I'm going to use you until you're finished. Isn't that what you wanted?"
Mira nodded. Probably, she didn't know much difference when her body melted into submission to her alphas, but to Rumi, she felt the possessiveness growing in her with a tongue passed over her jugular.
"Hnn, Rumi. Haah-…more," Mira gripped the back of her neck as Rumi bit down on her skin and sucked a hickey into it.
"Keep calling for me, baby," Rumi encouraged. She pulled her fingers out for only a quick enough moment to reinsert three, repeating her previous thrusts, slower than she knew Mira needed. "Answer me, and I'll give you more."
Mira whined against her shoulder, a near sob choking out from her lips as she jutted her hips into Rumi. She wanted more, she needed to feel the fullness stretching her and tending to her heat, and Rumi knew just how she liked it and how to do it. Rumi was taking advantage of her submission, and Mira was too lost in the feeling to hold back her pathetic nature.
"Yes, yes, please. I want you to use me. Please use me, I need you so bad, Ru. I-I can't take it anymore. Please, just, fuck me."
She lifted her knees to settle at Rumi's hips, her cheeks tear-streaked and body writhing closer like it would do anything for her in this moment when it was clear who was in control.
But Rumi pecked her lips with a satisfied smile and thrusted her fingers in, bottoming out at her knuckles, pulling out, and doing it again.
The noise that Mira made was animalistic, mewling into the air with her eyes closed in undeniable pleasure. And Rumi didn't stop, she kept sliding in and out of Mira like their lives depended on it, finally, finally giving Mira the fullness and pleasure she'd been craving for hours, what she could never do on her own.
She's breathless, panting as Rumi slides rhythmically inside of her. The actions were simple, with Mira's arms tight around Rumi's shoulders, and Rumi's free hand playing with Mira's nipple, hums and moans evident in the room just as much as Mira's wetness being pressed deeply back into her.
Rumi loved seeing Mira like this. Their tough bandmate splayed beautifully on the bed, desperate and sensitive under every touch. The sounds she made from her cunt were lewd and obvious in how much her body craved them, her alphas. She was an animal grinding into Rumi's hand with cries into her shoulder, incessant yes, yes, yes, and fuck, more, whimpered into the touch. Rumi felt her own desire leaking from between her legs into her panties, and she knew her own scent was getting stronger just as Mira's was, only growing their need for each other in a vicious cycle. Rumi would be surprised if Zoey couldn't smell it from her own bedroom, and the thought of Zoey walking in to them made Rumi grip Mira's body possessively and pound her fingers harder.
"Do you like when I fill you? Can you feel me deep inside, stretching you?" Rumi asked into Mira's ear, kissing beneath it. Even if she knew the answer, she wanted to hear it.
"A-ah! Rumi…fuck, yes. Yes, I love it s-so much. Hnng…"
Tears streaked from the corners of her eyes and dripped into her hair, her legs locking around Rumi's waist as Rumi slid into her walls so deliciously. In as deep as she could, and curling against her g-spot with every exit from her hole.
"Don't forget you came to me," Rumi reminded, her voice husky in Mira's ear. She, too, was lost in the feeling of Mira's submission beneath her. "You wanted me to fuck you like this, to take you completely. Didn't you, bunny?"
"Yes, yes, I needed you so bad, Rumi, hnn…Don't stop. Fuck, please, don't stop filling me."
Rumi bit her earlobe, and Mira gasped. She revelled in Mira's sounds, in her pleas and her desperation for Rumi and only Rumi. She needed to hear how far she was willing to go for it, so Rumi asked,
"Is this good enough for you? Who's my good girl?"
Mira was unresponsive. Limp on the bed with her eyes closed in pleasure, or perhaps embarrassment, because she let out a hesitant whimper into Rumi's neck, her cheeks burning hot and reluctant, as if she was forcing her mouth shut at the words Rumi pampered into her ear. Rumi knew she was getting close because she clenched around her digits with each passing thrust, her muscles tense and fingers clawed over Rumi's form. She was ready, so ready to cum for her alpha.
At least, until Rumi slowed her thrusts into her and paused her movements with her fingers halted inside.
Mira's eyes found Rumi's quickly, wide-eyed in a panic as she realized Rumi was denying her growing orgasm. Her lip quivered, and her breathing rose with frantic distress in the lack of touch.
"No, no, please. Keep going," She begged. One palm settled over Rumi's cheek as she pleaded with her glossy eyes, the same as her other hand found Rumi's wrist, where her wet, dripping entrance pulsed for more. "God, Rumi, please. I love it, I-I can't cum without you. I'll be your good girl, I promise. I'm your good girl. Please."
A sob broke from her lip, and Rumi kissed her cheek softly and pressed her body into Mira. She was a mess of emotional and sexual buildup, too much and not enough all at once; she was breaking beneath Rumi, and Rumi held her close.
"How much do you really need this?" Rumi asked.
"I need it so bad. I need you so bad. Rumi…I can't take it. It's burning. I need you inside me so bad it hurts. I promise I'll be good. I-I want to cum. I need it, please."
Her scent and her mewls flurried into Rumi's brain like a drug of its own, and she let out a low growl into Mira's neck.
"Fuck, you're so good for me."
Rumi didn't hesitate to pound into Mira once again, but this time much more mercilessly. She slid her fingers out and back into Mira's g-spot with every thrust, angling her fingers deep into Mira in a way that had her arching and moaning into the air, eyes rolling back as her body as her hips moved with every thrust, every pound into her. Rumi's palm pressed against her clit each time she bottomed out inside her, pools of wetness dripping down her thighs and coating Rumi's sheets in her intense pleasure.
"Such a good little rabbit, coming to me to be played with," Rumi whispered into her ear. "You wanted to be bred by your alpha so bad, didn't you? Just my sweet, pretty little bunny, so hot and ready for me, hm?"
"A-ah! Yes, yes! Fill me, fuck me- aahh goddammit, breed me, ah!"
Rumi bit down on Mira's neck, and she cried out. She was getting close with every obnoxious sound that echoed between them, her wetness and moans and cries leaving a permanent imprint in Rumi's brain at just how hot Mira sounded. She cried for Rumi, her body was hot to the touch, burning for her alpha to touch and play with until she was just like this, whimpering and screaming for Rumi until her cunt was stretched and toyed with so perfectly that she was clenching around her fingers.
"You're doing so good for me, I can feel you getting tighter." Rumi cradled Mira's head and held her form close, granting Mira endless seconds of pressure pounded into her and slapping against her clit, just the way she knew Mira needed. The way that had her stomach coiling the way she couldn't do herself. "It's okay to cum. You're such a good girl, Mira. Come for me."
Maybe it was because she'd fallen into complete submission for being called a good girl, or maybe it was from hearing her own name being called in the process, but Mira wasn't able to hold back once she'd been granted permission. Her body arched into Rumi's grip with her mouth strung open in a long cry, whimpering into the air and fighting for breath as her body shook through her orgasm. She was hardly conscious through it, her heat too wound up inside her that once her eyes rolled back, Mira was lost to the sensation of pure ecstasy.
And Mira came intensely. Her legs shook, and her toes curled in absolute bliss, her body completely taken over by her senses in a shockwave of satisfaction. Wetness oozed from her entrance and coated Rumi's fingers. She rode her hips slowly over them as they rubbed inside her walls, grinding the last bits of her heat into Rumi's body until her orgasm faded out.
Her heat pulsed around Rumi as her body slowly relaxed under her, melting into the mattress with a thin sheen of sweat pressed between their abdomens. Mira's feet planted back onto the bed, and Rumi's hands slowly pulled away from her heat, the remnants of her orgasm dripping from her entrance and making Mira shiver at the lost, cold feeling.
But neither of them let go. Rumi enveloped Mira in a soft, warm embrace, caged in the sweet aftershocks of her orgasmic bliss, and Mira wrapped her arms around Rumi's shoulders. Gentle caresses of hands and sweet kisses were peppered into Mira's neck until her breathing settled, the scent of Mira never failing to be alluring, though now soft and sweet in their shared comfort. Mira hummed into the touch. Rumi hummed back.
"Mm, better?" Rumi asked. She lifted to meet Mira's gaze with a gentle thumb passing over her cheek. Mira nodded with closed eyes, and Rumi kissed her cheek. "Tired?"
Mira shook her head and opened her eyes, her pinkened cheeks evident, though unrelated in how they were just a few minutes ago. Though her cheeks were stained with tears that Rumi rubbed away with a tender finger and kiss, Mira's narrowed gaze told a different story.
"What's that look for?" Rumi asked, but with a grin, knowing exactly how Mira was feeling in this moment. She could practically see her arms crossed over her chest.
"I hate when I get like that," She scowled, but her scowl meant nothing because Rumi giggled into her cheek as she continued to kiss the side of her face. "Stop it. Stop liking when I get like that."
"You are such a liar," Rumi grinned into her, her giggles as teasing as they were loving as she stroked Mira's hair and wiped her face, cupping Mira's cheeks and looking into her frankly, unamused expression. "I know you're not really that mad. You love being pampered so much, don't you, bunny?"
"Don't call me that now!" Mira chastized, and Rumi pressed their noses together as she could hardly contain her giggles. Her embarrassment was amusing, and Rumi was entertained by just how quickly Mira's mood flipped back to her natural state.
"Whatever you say, baby," Rumi admitted with a kiss to Mira's lips. She pulled back from the peck for only a moment, just to lean back in to a longer, more tender kiss. Not needy or insatiable, but soft, long, and loving between them, and Mira relaxed into it just as much. Rumi looked back at her and took note of how disheveled Mira was against the bed.
Her hair was mussed on the pillow, her t-shirt was wrinkled and bunched above her breasts, and if they couldn't already smell it, Rumi knew they needed to change her sheet before they went to sleep. Going to the bathroom and passing out wasn't in the cards for them. What they needed was a shower, and Rumi would carry Mira there limp and asleep if she had to.
"Come on, let me get you cleaned up," Rumi said, leaning back and taking Mira with her to sit them upright in the bed. Mira rolled her eyes, and Rumi stared back just as unimpressed. "Oh, don't be like that. You love being taken care of."
Mira's answer was in her bitten lip and averted eyes toward Rumi's hand. Rumi held hers and brushed the back of it.
"At least let me join the shower."
Rumi had almost thought Mira had said it, if she didn't notice the sudden beam of light passing over her room from the doorway. Zoey stood with her shoulder resting against the frame, her arms crossed, and an equally unamused expression back at them. Rumi smirked.
"You snooze, you lose, Zoe," Rumi teased with an arm wrapped around Mira's shoulder. Her expression was a mix of disappointment and indifference, as she looked back at Rumi and Mira.
"You could've woken me up, you jerks!" Zoey exclaimed, though the fire behind her words was hardly fire, but simply pouting at the lack of fun she'd missed out on. Rumi would feel guilty about her own possessiveness, but she knew that the first chance Zoey got Mira to her own during one of her heats, she would take it for herself, too.
"Don't pout, babe," Mira extended a hand toward Zoey in the doorway, and Zoey met them at the bed to curl up beside Mira. "I will come to you for the next one. Promise."
Mira kissed her temple, and Zoey instinctively checked over Mira's body like any alpha would, making sure her mate was safe after a quick expenditure that her heat put her through.
Zoey kissed Mira's jaw. "You did sound super hot, though. You know, asking to be bred really gets me going."
Her devilish grin had Mira's scowl planted right back on her cheeks, Rumi mirroring Zoey in a giggle hidden behind her palm.
"I'm showering on my own," Mira said monotonously, scooting to the edge of the bed and lifting herself to stand on shaking legs. She would have fallen back to the mattress if it weren't for Rumi's sturdy grip holding her waist.
"Easy there, bunny," Rumi grinned, and Mira would have pushed her away if she wasn't depending on her entirely for stability. "Can't walk without us, either. How sweet."
"Literally, shut up."
Zoey was on her other side, supporting her with a cheeky grin pressed into Mira's shoulder. "Aw, Mir, be stubborn all you want. But doesn't it sound so nice to get your hair washed and lay right between me and Ru, getting all the kisses and rubs you want?"
Mira looked between them, her eyes thinking behind her abrasive demeanor. She couldn't hide it, though, not from them. They knew how much Mira loved their touch and sweet words, and every tender affection that was given to her, especially post-heat.
"Fine. Just, get this stickiness off me."
But with kisses from her alphas pressed into her cheeks, giggles and palms passing over her skin, they both knew that Mira was a liar. She loved being their bunny.