Page 22 of Christmas Heat
"Fuck," he groans, bottoming out inside her as she coos out the prettiest sound once her throat is free. "I just realized this means we don't have to go back to Tenor's house for Christmas."
He has to fight the urge to cum as he says it and Tenor looks like he's going to beat his ass. But when Luke flips them over and spreads her cheeks in a wordless invitation to join him, the fucker's face narrows in on her asshole and he shuts the fuck up.
All her holes are red and swollen and soft by now after days of them fucking. Their steady stream of protein-rich cum has kept her nourished and hydrated over the days when she hasn't been able to eat, but it's also left her sore from overuse.
He, Julius, and Tenor had been scarfing down protein bars and bottles of water every minute they get a chance, sometimes even while they were fucking her. She really hadn't liked it when he'd chugged a bottle of water and said 'look ma, no hands' while he had been railing her the previous day, but that was fine. She forgot about it pretty quick in the heat fog.
When Tenor slips into her ass, there's no resistance or prep needed. There's enough cum still in there to act as lube and she's taking it so good, thrusting back against them. The pressure of Tenor's cock against his through the thin tissue dividing Eden's pussy from her ass only adds to everyone's pleasure.
This heat has been like some perfect hazy dream world where their bonds are all flung wide open, pleasure and love bouncing off each of them like some sort of infinite prism of life and death and rebirth and connection, like he canseethe cycle of life hidden inside each one of them. Like a little glimpse behind the curtain of the universe, and what he saw was so fucking good, it felt like his heart was glowing.
He never wanted it to end, never wanted to go back to doing cybersecurity contracts. He was damn good at it, since he'd been hacking into shit since he was fourteen years old and hosting LAN parties in his basement, but it was also so fucking boring. He could do that shit in his sleep. If you know how to hack into somewhere, you know how to keep hackers out.
But the thought of going back to that after seeing the secrets of the universe in Eden's pussy? Fuck.
He can't stop himself from cumming inside of her, his knot expanding to fill that perfect space behind her entrance where the two of them joined up until they became one, one flesh, one body, one soul.
Nat King Cole is in the background crooning about Joy to the World and fuck, does it feel like it.
Three Days Until Christmas
Eden
Her heat has finally broken, and she knows that because she wakes up with an ache in her lower belly that is very reminiscent of her heat cramping except that this one has teeth, and it feels like it's gnawing on her and hollowing out her insides.
For the first time in days, she's not thinking about which of her mates’ cocks is closest to her that she can demand they put it in her.
She grits her teeth as another cramp rolls through, making her want to curl up tightly in a ball under the blankets. Except that the sheets beneath her are damp and they smell so strongly like cum and slick and sweat and who knew what else that she kind of wants to burn them now that her heat isn't addling her brain into thinking it's some sort of gourmet perfume.
She's disoriented and tired and boneless and deliriously happy. Her feet are sticky and, when she peeks under the blankets, she sees that they're covered in yellow sap and pine needles. When she shifts, she feels a gush of fluid escape her, but quickly realizes it's not just cum when the tangy iron scent of blood accompanies the rush.
Another cramp radiates through her hips, the pressure threatening to tear her joints apart, and a groan escapes her lips. She almost wishes she were still in heat, because then at least she'd know exactly how to assuage this pain.
Tenor opens his eyes next to her in bed, one cheek reddened from laying on top of a crispy cum encrusted blanket. His voice is thick with sleep. "Hey baby, you okay?" He takes a deep inhale. "I think your heat's broken, and...oh."
She already knows what he's going to say. Her cheeks are already burning with embarassment. "I-I think I'm bleeding," she finishes what he was about to say, her voice anxious. "I think I got my period."
"Hey, that's okay, baby," Luke's voice comes from behind her as his arms wrap around her. "We'll get you to the shower and get you some clean jammies and a hot water bottle. Julius can change the sheets."
Before she can even respond, he's already moving, pulling her with him out of the nest that has been her entire world for days.
It feels weird to be in the bathroom, and when he sits her on the toilet and tells her to try to go while he gets the hot water going, she tries to force herself to pee. She can only manage a little trickle of dark coloured urine, and when she wipes, she sees a mess of red.
Her first period. It's surreal.
Tenor appears in the doorway after them, politely averting his eyes from her on the toilet. But considering they've only ever had one bathroom, which in the prison was right next to their beds, they're pretty used to sharing at this point. It doesn't even feel weird, except when Luke makes it weird.
When she stands up, he's right there next to her, running his hands over her like checking her for injuries. "Julius is fixing up the nest, as soon as we're done you can go right back to bed. Here, you want some Tylenol, ma?"
When she nods, he rifles around in the cupboard below the sink and pulls out two red pills and then fills the glass there with water.
After she finishes swallowing, the steam from the hot water is already filling the room. It's exactly what she needed. She leans against her mates under the hot water, letting their hands wash the remnants of her heat off her before towel drying her skin gently like she's made of breakable glass.
She feels marginally more human with the crust washed off, and when they slide clean panties with a massive white pad stuck to it over her legs and then ease her into another pair of flannel pajamas, she feels even better. She hadn't bought pads, hadn't even thought about the aftermath of her heat. One of them must have done it. The thoughtfulness of it brings tears to her eyes.
The cramps are duller after the hot water and the pain killer, and when they tuck her back into the nest with clean blankets and fluffy pillows with a hot water bottle and her mates around her, she's never felt less alone in her life.
It's her, and Julius, and Luke, and Tenor. The four of them have never felt more like one.
