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“They don't think highly of our kind in Gridania, Vel. Keep your eyes sharp and your fangs ready.” The matriarch’s parting words repeat in your mind as you approach the scowling Elezen guard at the city gates.
“Another green adventurer, I presume?” His eyes darken, taking in the rest of your features. “We have no love for poachers here.”
“I’m here for training with the Conjurer’s Guild,” you say, ignoring the insinuation. “Here, I have a letter from Madelle.”
He takes the invitation from your outstretched hand and examines it intently.
After what seems like an eternity, he sighs. “Very well, everything seems to be in order.” He continues in a manner that belies how rehearsed this exchange is: “before you rush off and begin pestering every second citizen for work, I suggest you make yourself known to Miounne at the Carline Canopy. She’ll take you in hand.”
He signals to an unseen assistant, and you steel yourself for what lies ahead as the gates swing open.
You hear Gridania before you see it. The sounds of bustling commerce, laughing children, and Wood Wailer drills fill the air as you follow the cobblestone path around the cliff side. It’s nearly half a malm further before you glimpse the city’s signature golden rooftops peeking above the trees.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you near the tavern; you’ve never seen this many people in one place before, and the clan matriarch’s warnings loop ceaselessly in your mind. However, just before your anxiety can fully crest, a fellow Keeper of the Moon spots you, waves, and gives a warm smile in your direction. She returns to her conversation without a further word, but the gesture alone is enough to calm your nerves. You scan the patrons of the tavern, and you realize with dismay that you haven’t the slightest idea who Miounne is, let alone what she looks like.
“I really should have asked that damned guard for more information,” you sigh, muttering to no one in particular.
As you try to decide which of the staff looks to be in the least-foul mood, a voice startles you out of your reverie.
“Well, well, what have we here?”
Glancing up, you see an ashen-haired Elezen woman looking down at you with a gentle smile.
“A wide-eyed and wondering young adventurer, come to put your name down at the guild, I assume?” she continues, politely ignoring your puffed-up tail and earlier jumpiness.
“That’s correct; thank you,” you say, trying to calm yourself down. “I’m looking for Miounne, if you could point me in the right direction?”
“Ah, you’re in luck then!” she chuckles. “Miounne's my name, or Mother Miounne as most call me, and the Carline Canopy is my place.”
You’re already feeling a bit discombobulated looking up at the Elezen - as the runt of your litter, you’re used to being smaller than others, but the difference between you and a taller Miqo’te may as well not exist when compared to the gulf between you and Miounne. Mother Miounne. You feel your face grow hot as you consider calling another woman such a thing. Sure, you had maternal figures in your clan, but all members shared the duty of raising young amongst themselves. The concept of a single caring “mother” is foreign to you, if not strangely appealing.
“Menphina, forgive me, I must apologize!” you insist, trying to hide your growing mortification. “I had no idea what you looked like!”
“It’s really nothing to feel apologetic for,” she chuckles again. “I’m just glad I found you before one of our over-eager guards. Now, follow me to the counter, and we’ll get the paperwork all sorted!”
She pauses for a moment, her expression darkening. “Oh, and I would appreciate it if you used your real name - there is a special place in the seventh hell for those who use ‘amusing’ aliases.”
The next few hours pass in a blur; from attuning to the aetheryte plaza and signing up for the markets to registering with multiple guilds and meeting some locals, it feels like you’re not afforded the slightest moment to catch your breath until you return to the Canopy and Mother Miounne.
Upon walking through the front doors, her expression shifts into a smile that lights up the room, and she waltzes over to greet you.
“The conquering hero returns. You have completed my little tasks, I trust?” she asks with a glint in her eyes.
The suggestion of praise leaves a blush on your cheeks. “Markets, aetheryte, guild… I believe that’s everything. What’s next on the agenda?”
“Up next is the most crucial task all adventurers must undertake. A step that solidifies your potential as the Miqo’te who will eventually save us all.” Her tone drops. “Do you think you’re ready, Mistress Velerai?”
You set your jaw and nod, trying to convey the resolute stoicism that the situation calls for.
“Wonderful!” she grins. “You’re going to sit at my tavern and let me bring you something to eat! When was your last meal, anyway…?”
The rest of the week slips by in a comfortable rhythm. You wander the city during the day, making connections and growing comfortable with the city’s amenities. At night, you sleep in the Bannock barracks; it’s not the most glamorous of accommodations, but you’re used to living a nomadic life, so the consistent roof over your head is more than enough for you to feel grateful.
It’s at the one-week mark that Galfrid, head instructor at the Bannock, approaches you in a panic. He explains that a Hearers’ venture into local ruins has gone awry and he’d already sent the usual backup on a separate expedition.
“I bid you go to Spirithold and do whatever is necessary to resolve the situation. Please, say you will help us!” he pleads. “You will have all the support I can muster.”
You’re ecstatic at finally being given a chance to prove yourself, but you realize displays of over-excitement would be unbefitting a mission of such import. You give Galfrid a stoic nod and resolve yourself to face the challenges ahead.
You end up having to defeat a stone golem animated by a mysterious masked mage, and while the fight takes nearly everything you can offer, you’re met with a feeling of immense satisfaction at saving the Hearers from an uncertain doom. As you return to inform Galfrid of your success, a wave of fuzzy dizziness suddenly replaces your pride, and a familiar warmth spreads in your core.
Oh, no no no no no no no no; is it really that time already??
A pit forms in your stomach as you realize it is in fact that time already: your heat cycle has begun. You set yourself on returning to the Carline Canopy immediately after you finish your report; your gil purse is incredibly light, but you’re going to have to rent an inn room somehow.
Communal barracks will simply not be an option tonight.
As you walk through the already-familiar doors of the Canopy, Mother Miounne spots you and bounds over, all warm smiles and gentle laughter.
“Welcome back, Velerai! Word of your tireless efforts at the Bannock has already reached my ears.” She pulls you into an embrace and whispers, “you certainly have a knack for making me proud.”
A shiver runs down your spine at the praise, and you feel your tail puffing out as an involuntary purr starts in your chest. While you’re grateful that the embrace prevents Miounne from seeing your cheeks turn scarlet, your face being shoved into her bosom erases all semblance of rational thought.
She pulls away after a beat, resting her hands on your shoulders and looking down into your eyes. She’s two fulms taller than you, at least.
“Now then, you must have suitable recompense for your valiant service.” She pauses, her expression dropping slightly, “young lady, are you feeling alright? You’re practically dripping with sweat, and your face has more red in it than an Ul’dahn wine cellar!”
“I’m fine, Mom— Miounne,” you mumble, gaze drifting to the floor. “It’s just been quite an exhausting day.” You squeeze your thighs together, praying to the Twelve that the spreading flush stays unnoticed.
“In that case, your reward will be quite fitting!” she says, thankfully leaving your verbal slip-up unacknowledged. “Upon my authority as both owner of the Carline Canopy and head of the Adventurer’s Guild, I give you leave to make use of our accommodations here. For as long as you serve Gridania, the comfort of a firm bed and a soft pillow will be freely available to you.”
“Now then,” she continues, her expression softening. “You’ve made Mother proud, Mistress Velerai. But it’s plain to see how you’ve overextended yourself today; I’ll have Antoinaut show you to your room at once.”
“I cannot overstate how grateful I am for your generosity, Mother Miounne,” you mutter, eager to find privacy with haste.
“Nonsense,” she tuts. “You serve Gridania, so it’s only fair that I aid you in exchange! Now go get some much-earned respite.”
This is the first space you've been able to call your own since leaving home - it’s cozy and well-furnished, and a large lake-facing window ensures you'll always have views of Menphina when it’s time for your evening prayers. You don't have time to take any of this in, however. As soon as the door shuts behind you, you throw yourself on the bed, desperate for any semblance of relief.
Your heat cycle usually leaves you lightheaded and a bit uncomfortable, but it’s as if Miounne was making it worse on purpose: whispering in your ear, telling you how proud she is, shoving your face into her bosom - by Nophica’s Grace, it's almost painful how aroused you are at this point.
Looking in the mirror, it's clear how much of a pathetic, needy creature you’ve devolved to. Visibly panting, tail puffed out, dilated eyes; a flush has spread across your entire body, and a sheen of sweat glistens on your skin. And at the center of it all, the bane of your current predicament: your cock. Even through your panties, you can see it throb in time with your racing pulse, already leaking.
You can’t take it anymore; without removing a single article of clothing, you start to rub yourself through your skirt. The first touch sends lightning straight up your spine, and you let out an involuntary moan. Your fingers find your breast, and as you squeeze, she consumes the entirety of your thoughts.
Oh Gods, Miounne, Mother, Mommy, what you wouldn’t give to be rutting against her thighs instead of your hand right now. You can nearly taste her lips on yours; you need to know how she looks when yo—
A knock at the door freezes you in place; maybe you can pretend to be absent.
It comes again, this time accompanied by a voice, her voice. “A suite attendant said she heard you call my name - are you okay in there, Velerai?”
Seven hells. Were you moaning that loudly? And moaning her name, besides??
“One second!” you yelp, trying to compose yourself before she inevitably opens the door. You smooth down your skirt and press your legs together, hoping to hide any signs of your current state. “I’m fine, thank you for checking!”
Your trembling voice betrays your words; the next thing you know, the door opens and Miounne saunters in, giving you a concerned look.
“I apologize for my imposition, but I would never forgive myself if I left one of my charges in need. What is that scent? Are you burning incense in h—” Her face softens as she takes in your flushed, glistening appearance. “…ah.”
You look away, humiliated and unable to meet her face.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t call for me without reason,” she coos, kneeling in front of you and ignoring your averted gaze. “Are you certain there’s nothing I can do for my favorite adventurer?”
“I’m fine,” you mewl unconvincingly. “Really, mommy.”
The word leaves your lips without a second thought; as soon as it does, you clasp a hand over your mouth in shame. “M-Mother— Miounne, I mean!”
Her smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes gain a curious glint. She tilts her head to the side and asks, “I don’t consider myself an expert on Keeper of the Moon culture; is that a common term in your clan, or is it special, just for me?”
“My apologies,” you stammer. “It must have just slipped out! I’ve had such an exhausting day - I should really get some rest!!”
“You needn’t be ashamed, kitten,” she murmurs, cupping your face with one hand. “One of my first lovers was Miqo’te. Seeker of the Sun, sure, but she showed me how symptoms of heat present, and she made sure I was well aware of how dreadfully uncomfortable it is to suffer through.”
You start to purr and rub your thighs together as she runs her fingers through your hair. She’s nearly whispering now. “So I’ll ask once more: is there really nothing mommy can do to help you?”
A brief pause; sure, there’s no chance of you getting any work done in this state, but it’ll pass in time, and are you really willing to confide in her? ask for this, of all things?
“Please,” you whimper before you can talk yourself out of it. “Please fuck me, mommy.”
Miounne doesn’t waste a moment; holding your face in her hands, she pulls you close and lightly brushes her lips against yours. That sensation alone has you dizzy, so when she goes for a full kiss, you see stars. The tip of her tongue brushes against your lower lip, and you accept the invitation, greedily moaning into her mouth and pushing your tongue against hers.
She pulls away for a breath, a thin trail of saliva still connecting you to her. She’s panting heavier now with flushed cheeks, and you can see the hunger in her eyes as she traces the curve of your back with a finger. Before you can react, her lips are on your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone, and, despite your trembling fingers, you frenetically undo the buckles holding up your top.
When it falls to the floor, her breath catches as she takes in your form. “Aren’t you just the most delectable little thing?” she whispers, biting her lip.
Before you can respond, her tongue is on the swell of your breast, and waves of pleasure wrack your body.
“Oh Gods; mommy, your tongue feels so good,” you purr, taking one of her ears between your fingers and caressing it, eliciting a gasp from the Elezen that further kindles the flames burning in your core.
Her tongue swirls around your nipple as her hand finds its way to your soaked underclothes, and you moan so loudly the entire Canopy can likely hear your bliss.
She’s stroking you through your panties while her mouth moves lower; the warmth and pressure is building, and the sensation of her breath on your skin is enough to nearly send you over the edge.
“Please,” you whimper again. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Shh, sweet thing,” she smirks. “Your heat doesn’t end until you’ve bred, and there’s still so many ways I have left to show my gratitude...”
“But I’m going t—”
“It’s okay, kitten,” she whispers, looking up at you. “You can cum for me; the night’s just getting started, after all.”
Miounne’s permission is all you need; your desire reaches its climax, and the world goes to static as spasms of pleasure flutter through your body.
As your shudders calm, you realize she was right: you’re still throbbing, and - despite the pleasure - your orgasm only produced a few extra drops of precum. Relief is not yours to be had yet.
“That’s my good girl,” she coos, feeling you pulse through your panties while she lightly grazes the inside of your thighs.
“Th-thank you, mommy,” you purr, barely able to speak through the bliss.
She rises to kiss you again, lips pressed against yours, full of hunger and desire as she undoes the clasp holding up your skirt and moves to slide off your smallclothes.
Her fingers brush against your cock and you gasp with pleasure; it’s taking all the self-control you can muster not to beg for more.
Miounne brings her fingers up to her lips - you can see your slick glistening on them in the candlelight - and she greedily licks it off with a soft moan.
“You’re delicious, kitten,” she whispers before her lips find yours once again.
You can taste yourself on her tongue, and the kiss deepens as she lightly traces circles on your tip.
You’re shivering with pleasure, grinding against her hand and unable to form a coherent thought, but through the haze of it all, you know you need her more than anything.
“Mmmmmm,” you purr, barely cognizant of what you’re even begging for anymore.
Miounne moves with a hungry urgency this time, lips once again finding your neck, your breast, your tummy as you’re wracked with ecstasy. Her mouth lingers on your hip for a moment, and then you yelp as she lightly nips at the inside of your thigh.
She dots kisses up and down your legs, gently rubbing your cock as she relishes every inch of your skin, savoring the taste and scent of your sweat as you throw your head back in bliss, and oh Gods she looks so fucking perfect kneeling between your thighs.
A deep purr starts in your chest as she runs her tongue up your shaft and begins gently teasing your throbbing tip.
“Oh Gods, fuck, mommy, ple— mmmf”
You cry out, overcome with ecstasy as she deftly takes you into her mouth with practiced ease; you see stars as your world is engulfed in warmth.
She slides a hand under you and gently plays with your hole as her tongue swirls around your tip, eyes meeting yours and drool running down her chin.
You’re already overly-sensitive from cumming earlier, and the sensation is nearly too much to bear; you feel tears in your eyes as the tension builds in your core.
She can sense how close you are, and rises to a feverish pace, slipping a finger inside you as your legs quiver.
“Fuck, I’m so— I’m gonna—” you sputter out, words failing you.
She responds with a quickened pace, moaning into you with hungry desperation.
You clench around her, trying to hold out for even a second longer, but she curls her finger inside you, pressing on your spot, and you go limp as your body shakes uncontrollably. You pulse in her throat, crying out as tears of pleasure run down your cheeks.
Miounne pulls away and bites her lip, drinking in your shuddering form as she silently unties the knots on her tunic.
When it falls to the floor, you realize with a gasp that she’s been wearing nothing underneath. The Elezen is suddenly sheepish, looking away while you take in her figure and a blush spreads to the tips of her ears.
Menphina be praised, what a figure she has; the drab tunic had obscured just how voluptuous Miounne is - full breasts, a soft tummy, and plush thighs streaked with stretch marks you could lose yourself in.
“I apologize; it’s been… some time since anyone has seen me like this,” she mumbles, interrupting your ogling.
“You— you’re beautiful, Miounne…” you gasp out between shuddering breaths, unable to tear your gaze away.
A small smile flits across her face, and she whispers “lie back on the bed for me, little one.”
You do as she says, of course. Her eyes linger on your curves, and your breath catches in your chest when you notice the sheen of slick already between her thighs.
She climbs on top of you, straddling your hips, and you’re immediately aware of just how small you are in comparison. Feeling her warm thighs against your skin has you already whimpering, instinctively rutting against her, and the warmth of her arousal makes you nearly pass out.
Miounne smiles down at you writhing beneath her; her chest heaves with her own panting breaths. She leans closer, hovering her lips a hairs-breadth from yours and whispers, “do you want me to fuck you now, kitten?”
The question alone is enough to make your toes curl and your back arch, but you somehow manage to eek out a “p-please mommy.”
In response, she kisses you deeply, pressing her entire body against yours and reaching a single hand down to guide your cock to her dripping slit. She eases onto you, and the sensation sets your entire body aflame; Gods, she’s so warm, so soft.
She props herself up with her hands on your chest as you sink into each other; her head tilts back, eyes closed in pure bliss as she rides against you, the sheen of sweat on her breasts glistening in the moonlight. You’re certain she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips; she’s moaning your name now, and you can feel her dripping onto your thighs. She bends over, legs quivering, and sloppily kisses you through the gasps. You can’t tell whose saliva is coating your face, but you don’t care at this point. She nestles her face into your neck and bites as you grind against her, sending white heat through your veins.
You’re lost in unfettered pleasure, but something primal rises within you, and you’re filled with the immediate desire, the immediate need to breed Miounne.
You bring her face to yours and kiss her hard enough to betray your intent; sensing your urgency, she rolls onto her back and pulls you close, whispering in your ear, “it’s okay; mommy’s got you.”
You bury your face in her bosom and purr uncontrollably as you thrust into her at a fevered pace. She digs her nails into the skin of your back and moans in pleasure at the sudden force. You’re trying to maintain a steady rhythm, but the pressure building within is too intense.
“Oh fuck, kitten, I’m— I’m going to—” she gasps, arching her back and pressing into you.
She’s writhing under you, and you can feel her tightening, pulsing around your cock.
The sensation is enough to break you; time seems to stop as you push yourself as far as you can manage. As you pulse inside her, filling her up, you feel your vision go dark from the intensity of your orgasm. She runs her fingers through your hair and wraps her legs around your hips, holding you in place as you seize, ensuring no drop is wasted.
“That’s my good girl,” she whispers in your ear as you go limp, collapsing on her chest and panting.
“Tha-thank you, mommy,” you whimper. “I feel much better now.”
She smiles and gently pets your hair as you drift out of consciousness.
Morning arrives; what an amazing dream, you think to yourself, opening your eyes and stretching the sleep off your bones.
“Ah, look who's back in the land of the living!” Miounne exclaims, shaking you out of your slumberous haze.
“What are you—” you mumble as the previous evening’s events come rushing back and your face turns bright scarlet. "Menphina, save me; last night was wonderful, Miounne.”
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you could be referring to,” she chuckles. “Your exertions must have caught up with you; I’m glad you slept well and found the rest you so desperately needed!”
“‘Now, seeing as the worst is past, I shall take my leave and return to my duties,” she continues. “I almost forgot — the Elder Seedseer told me she'd like to see you when you felt well enough; something about needing an envoy?”
You nod, dumbfounded at her not acknowledging the previous night.
“Oh, and one more thing.” She leans closer and winks, whispering into your ear, “regardless of where your adventures may take you, be sure to come visit Mommy Miounne if you ever require my assistance again.”
She kisses you hard, then saunters out of the room, leaving you to prepare for whatever the day may bring.
Maybe this adventuring life will work out for you after all…