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All her life, Rumi had avoided her demon instincts like the plague. Celine’s wise words stuck to her like glue, telling her to hide, to be ashamed, to do everything in her power to get rid of her demon side, a side she was born with it.
Some instincts, however, were too intense to hide, overtime. Her anger burst through sometimes, deriving from her feeling out of control and lost, and it got worse over time, as did… the other thing.
When Rumi started puberty, a couple of weeks after her period ended, she felt waves of intense arousal wash over her. Cloudy vision, hot flashes, sensitive body and spirit, and above all, a copious amount of slick coating her underwear everytime she checked. She couldn’t focus, either, all she could think about was sex, mating, being held, the works.
This became a… nuisance, of sorts, once her career in HUNTRIX started to take off. Her life had always been busy of course, preparing to become a hunter, but now it was the real deal and much busier than she could’ve imagined. So, she pushed down her incredibly distracting thoughts and pretended everything was alright during that agonising week. Until today.
Rumi woke up, somehow exhausted, feeling uncomfortable and way too warm for comfort. She pushed her sheets off of her, and grabbed the AC remote on her nightstand and cranked it up slightly.
“God, no, not this…” She murmured to herself, feeling a wet patch between her legs, shorts uncomfortably clinging to her thighs.
She moved to get up, dizzy and nearly losing her balance, the heat overwhelming her, legs shaking, and opened the door, stumbling down the hallway to find Mira and Zoey already awake and watching TV.
“Rumi, you’re finally awake!” Zoey said brightly, Rumi was confused, she woke up at the same time she always did on weekends right? What did she mean by ‘finally’?
“It’s already a bit late, but we didn’t wanna wake you, since we have to weekend off and all!” Zoey continued, and Rumi remembered, disoriented, right, the weekend off.
“Are you alright, Rumi? You look kinda… unbalanced.” Mira asked, an eyebrow raised. Rumi took notice of herself leaning on the wall for support, “I’m fine, just burning up, forgot to turn on the AC at night! You know how it is.” She chuckled awkwardly, making her way to the kitchen.
“It’s the winter…” Mira whispered to Zoey, who shrugged and got up to follow Rumi, who was chugging down the best cup of water of her life.
“You know you can tell us if something’s wrong, Rumi, remember? No secrets.” Zoey was gentle, putting a comforting hand on Rumi’s shoulder, but all she could think about is how the hand gave her goosebumps and how she wanted it to do much more than touch her shoulder.
Rumi thought about her options. They knew she was part demon now. They could see her patterns, and the 3 of them had been dating for a couple of months already. Rumi was working on her trust issues, and being more open about her feelings, now was a good time to demonstrate it.
“We’re here for you, babe, just tell us how you feel.” Mira joined in, slight concern lacing her tone.
Rumi brought a hand to her forehead, “I… I need to sit down.” She sighed, and Zoey coaxed her down the hallway and back into her room, the 3 of them sitting down on Rumi’s bed, thighs touching. Rumi tried not to overthink it.
“I have this thing, that happens to me, once a month for a few days.” She said, “It’s a demon thing.”
It was quiet for a moment before Zoey spoke up, “Do you get the urge to hunt souls or something?” She wondered, and Rumi immediately rebutted, “No! Of course not–“ Mira interrupted her swiftly, “Do you go into heat?” Rumi started talking before she could think, “No, what the hell–“
And suddenly, it seemed to click. Heat. That was it, demons must have heats like other animals do, she just never thought it could apply to her.
“It is– Now that I think about it, it’s a heat.”
The room was silent, Rumi felt her cheeks flush as she fiddled with the hem of her shorts, and felt more slick leak onto her underwear. She squeezed her thighs further together, feeling exposed.
“So… what do you do about it?” Zoey asked, careful, curious.
Rumi looked up as if to avoid the embarrassment she was feeling, “Well, usually, I… touch myself, and sleep as much as I can, and try to keep the fever away.”
She didn’t know why talking about it out loud after so long was making her so… hot, but she was starting to grow needier and needier by the second.
Mira broke the silence, “Can we help?”
Rumi was a little stunned, mouthing gaping open like a fish out of water as the words stumbled out of her, her face turning bright red, “H-help? Like– you want to–“
Zoey whispered before Rumi could finish, “Bring you iced water, pillows, blankets, meals, and…” She slid a hand across Rumi’s thighs and between her legs, tracing a single finger over her underwear, “Help
you.”
Rumi swallowed a whimper, feeling another hand on her waist, “Can we help, baby?” Mira whispered, right into her ear, Rumi could feel her warm breath against it, could feel Mira’s lips tracing her ear lobe and going down to kiss at her neck, could feel Zoey’s fingers get dangerously close to that wet patch in her underwear.
She wanted to give in, “But, guys I don’t know– Ahh–“ The feeling of wet, open mouthed kisses on her neck made her let out a small moan, and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.
“Don’t stop yourself, Rumi, let us make you feel better.” Zoey whispered, beginning to trace Rumi’s clothed pussy with her 3 fingers, paying close attention to her clit, “You look so pretty, babe, your marks are glowing.” Mira’s hand had now moved under Rumi’s shirt, gently pinching her nipples, just the way she liked. Rumi noticed her patterns glow a little, she didn’t know what it meant, but her girlfriends thought it was beautiful, and her self control was dissipating by the second.
“Mm fuck, okay, yeah, help me.” She finally gave in, and immediately felt Mira push her down onto the bed and lift her shirt up, attaching her mouth to Rumi’s nipples, sucking softly.
Rumi whimpered, legs shaking as Zoey removed her shorts, tossing them on the floor and spreading her legs.
“Ahh fuck, Zoey…” She felt her girlfriend’s mouth slot against her pussy, wet and hot and seemingly just teasing Rumi even more, her thighs being held open by strong hands while her she felt herself twitch at every touch of her partner’s hands.
Mira alternated between playing with Rumi’s nipples and leaving marks on her chest, careful, too careful for her liking, “Y-You can leave marks, you both can.” She choked out another moan, “P-Please, mark me up, need it.”
“Fuck, babe, you have no idea how good you look right now, how good you sound saying those things.” Mira said, the words barely above a whisper, laced in desperation as she started leaving bruising hickey’s on her girlfriend’s neck and chest.
Zoey pulled away from in between Rumi’s legs, leaning her head on her thigh, “You’re all ours, aren’t you, Rumi?” She asked, also beginning to suck a small mark on the inner thigh.
Rumi felt her vision cloud further, sweat building on her forehead. She brought her arm to cover her eyes, like it would hide her from the fact that her entire body was beginning to shake.
Zoey drew tight circles on Rumi’s clit with her thumb, softly kissing the now bruised spot on her inner thigh, “What do you want, love?” Mira followed, “Use your words, babe.”
Rumi whispered back, desperate, “I want you to fuck me.” She tossed her head to the side, she felt her hair stick to the back of her neck and her lips quivering. She was so desperate, so pliant, her slick was coating the sheet under her and she had never felt this turned on in her life.
Her voice was shaking, “Please, please fuck me, please, I need you, please– Oh god, yes, yes, fuck!” She would’ve kept begging forever, but Zoey slid her fingers in and began fucking her hard, curling her fingers exactly where Rumi needed them.
Mira slid her hand down, rubbing Rumi’s clit in time with Zoey’s thrusts while simultaneously lapping at her nipples, which were still hard and sensitive.
Rumi pulled on Mira’s hair gently, basking in the attention and feeling pleasure and comfort drown her completely. Zoey’s fingers plunged into her faster, harder, and Rumi felt like she was going insane, clawing at the sheets with her other hand and arching her back, her patterns glowing even brighter.
“Puh– Please, please..” Rumi’s back arched off the bed and her thighs threatened to shut around her girlfriends’ movements, “C’mon Rumi, you’re doing so well for us.” Zoey whispered, adding another finger, her hand already coated in slick.
“G-God, I’m so close..” She threw her head back, now pulling on Mira’s hair harder, trying not to scream. She was close, so close the desperation was clawing at her, and then Mira curled a gentle hand around Rumi throat, putting pressure exactly in the way she wanted, the way she needed, and Rumi came.
It was long, intense, and it felt like her thighs would melt together and her back would crack. Slick rushed out of her like a river, her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body twitching violently and a hoarse moan violently escaping from her lips.
While Rumi recovered with heavy breaths and her pussy twitching, Zoey’s fingers pulled out of her slowly, and Rumi felt soothing hands flip her over onto her stomach before she could process what was happening.
“Hmm..?” Was all she could muster when she noticed Zoey lay down in front of her. Rumi’s bed was huge, and comfortable, and she would be lying if she said she had never thought of the many ways she could use it with her girlfriends. She gave a crooked, satisfied smile, and Zoey asked, petting her neck with her dry hand, “You want more, baby?”
Rumi nodded, the orgasm had been mind blowing, but she usually needed more than one to get through the first day of her heat.
She felt the tip of something thick and wet trace her slit, and she whimpered, raising her head and looking back.
The sight was something to see, Mira’s hair down and falling on her face beautifully, with their harness framing her hips and the dildo attached to it coated in lube. Mira smoothed her hand over Rumi’s hips, her own face already flushed, coaxing her to get on all fours, “Think you can take it?”
Rumi layed her chest on the bed, keeping her ass up, arched her back and spread her legs, presenting for them, “Please..”
Mira smirked, guiding the strap on inside Rumi slowly, making her savour every inch as it entered her, forcing her to feel just how wet and eager she was to be taken.
When their hips connected, they both moaned, the built-in vibrator the strap on carried started working against Mira’s clit, and inside her, her moans making Rumi whimper, a little overwhelmed. The strap on felt heavy inside her, it nearly touched her cervix and she felt so full, so hot, tightening around it rhythmically.
Before Mira could begin to move, Rumi called for Zoey, “Come closer, please.”
And moments later, Rumi felt her stomach bulge with the force of Mira’s thrusts, while she moaned loudly into Zoey’s pussy, lapping up her slick and digging her nails into her thighs. The taste was addicting.
Mira quickly began to move faster, “F-Fuck, feels so good–“ Rumi moaned with Mira, like this, it almost felt like it was Mira inside her, like she was the one making Mira feel so good, like Mira was the one plunging so deeply into her, it brought her impossibly closer to another orgasm. The prospect of being the reason for both of her girlfriends’ pleasure was almost too much to handle.
“Mmph, fuck, Rumi you’re doing so good for me, you’re so good at this..” Rumi sucked at Zoey’s clit with fervor, desperate to feel her cum in her mouth. She could barely focus, her sweet spot was being abused, her hips were being held with an iron grip and she felt her girlfriend’s thighs shake in her hold.
Mira looked over at Zoey, taking in her disheveled appearance, her flushed face and chest, and Rumi’s in between in thighs, swallowing every drop of slick that coated her, “Fuck you look so pretty, Zoey, fuck I’m close–“
“I’m gonna cum, Rumi, yes, yes, just like that– Ahh fuck!” Zoey curled in on her herself, trying to pull Rumi up and failing, feeling her tongue continue to thrust inside her and drink her in.
Rumi quickly looked up, closing her eyes shut and moaning louder and louder with every thrust that Mira delivered to her, “Are you gonna cum again for us, Rumi?” Zoey asked her, breathless, holding her chin in her hand.
“Yes, please– I really want to.” She arched her back further pushing back on to the strap, “Mira, don’t stop, please–“
“Fuck Rumi, you sound good taking me, I’m so close– Fuck..” Mira moaned, closing her eyes and thrusting harder, feeling her climax wash over as she doubled over and grinded even deeper inside of Rumi, who came around the strap on so hard she couldn’t hold herself up anymore and nearly fell onto the bed, if it wasn’t for Mira’s hold on her.
The moments after their shared climax were a haze, Rumi felt herself being cleaned up, moved around a little, and finally spooned by Mira and her head rested on Zoey’s chest.
“How are you feeling?” Zoey asks her, and Rumi tries not to fall asleep when she registers the fingers combing through her hair and the hand smoothing over her belly and thigh, “Good, relaxed.” She answers.
“So, we were good help?” Mira asks from behind her with a teasing tone, Rumi giggles, “Yes, you were. Thank you, I love you.”
Her chest swelled and she got the feeling theirs did too when they repeated it back at her, holding her a little tighter.
“Rest now, love, you need it.”