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People had weird boundaries sometimes. You didn't fault them, how could you—you had a few of your own you had to enforce. But as someone who was so tactile, you hated one very specific one that Schlatt put out.
No touching the animal bits.
It was unfair, seeing as you had to stare into those odd amber gold eyes with the horizontal pupils every damn day when he returned from…wherever he went, around your small base. You could at least get to run your hands through his hair, not be restrained to only holding the back of it. Whatever your relationship with the hybrid was these days, it clearly wasn't enough to cause him to lift the restrictions on touching his horns, ears, and tail. Two players, far off from any civilization, meeting by chance and finding resources nearby. Really, it was a blessing you two got along as well as you did. You had an uncanny skill with gardening and his hands wielded both sword and pick with brutal efficiency, and the both of you could crack jokes about nearly any situation you found yourselves stuck in.
It was approaching winter now, the air of the forest around you cooling down at night enough to frost each windowpane come morning. Your boots crunched against the frosty grass as you set off towards the pastures. You were an early riser by necessity, but over time you'd learned to love the barely-there tinges of sunlight creeping over the trees, the cool night air filling your lungs.
The process was simple. Fill the troughs with hay for the cows and sheep, scatter seeds all around for the chickens, refill the water. A few fresh eggs in your pockets later and you were heading back inside just as the sun was surely hitting your unlucky roommate square in the face. The inside was warm from the dying fire in the main room, and it would only get warmer as you went about your day. It was routine now, but as winter grew closer you couldn't shake the slight worry that grew in the back of your mind. You had plenty of food stocked, you should be fine, but winter was a time of stress for all the creatures around.
You set a pan on to heat and a pot to boil when you realized you'd forgotten one of your favorite parts of the routine. Maybe it was because it was getting colder out and you'd just wanted to get inside. You walked back out the door and slipped around back to the bushes you kept nearby. Going slowly to avoid getting pricked, you began to gather berries. They were delicious in tea, and a hot sweet drink would be perfect to start the morning.
An arrow whizzed by your head and you jumped, turning around and spotting the undead shuffling towards you. Longer nights, right. It would be harder to go out this early. You yanked your hand free from the bush and dashed back towards the door and the relative safety of inside.
Your roommate stared at you from the doorway to his room, eyes flicking from your distressed face to the bleeding arm carrying your precious cargo, back to your face.
"...you good?" He approached casually, though his path took him towards the armor stand where his sword sat propped up. You nod and wave your empty hand, a breathless laugh falling from your lips.
"Forgot the sun isn't coming up too early anymore. Monsters are still out. Apparently berry bushes get hostile at night now, though." A drop of blood trails down your skin and hits the floor. Damn, you'd gotten yourself deep. Ever calm, you go to the cauldron and dunk the berries into it to wash them before tugging a rag from a chest and dipping it in too.
"Jeez. Be careful next time, would ya?" He's by your side almost immediately and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. He took the rag from your hand and started sponging the blood off of your arm, even though you were absolutely able to do it yourself. Again, whatever your relationship was these days. He confused you but those eerie eyes were oddly alluring and kept you going back for more. What concerned you more was something hard bumping against your own head as he leaned close, and how his skin was feverish against your own.
"I'm not the one to be worried about right now. Are you feeling alright?" Your hand moved in to rest the back of your knuckles against the side of his jaw, moving then to his forehead. "You're burning up."
As if he'd just realized the fact you were touching him, Schlatt pulled away like he'd been burned. His cheeks were flushed now, leaving you confused and holding the rag to your own arm as he stepped away. "Oh. I uh, must be sick then. Didn't even realize. Well, guess I've gotta go lay back down—"
He turned around but you caught him by the wrist, forcing him to stop in his tracks. "You're acting weird, Jay. C'mon. Sit and eat, you can figure out a more believable story while you do it." Because it's approaching a year staying together and you knew what Schlatt was like when he was sick. You would've heard your name called across the cabin, a pitiful voice asking for stew to make him feel better. Schlatt was completely useless when he got sick. Something else was up.
He sighed and walked halfway to the table, watching you attempt to patch yourself up one handed before once again taking his place next to you. "You're fucking it up. Let me."
You rolled your eyes but let him do it all the same, taking in the gentle scene. Even with his skin burning, his cheeks red, and that natural scent of him just a little bit stronger, it was a nice time. Who didn't like getting patched up so tenderly?
He sat down and you cooked breakfast, a simple affair of eggs, potatoes, and pork. All served with a mug of hot tea. You'd cooked to a rhythm you weren't too familiar with, the thump-thump causing you to look over at your roommate the first time it happened only to see him with his chair tipped back, socked feet on the table, and his head twisting side to side every few seconds. The spiraling horns collided with the wooden wall and caused the noise. Weird. You'd never raised goats, you didn't have a thing of insight. But… you had raised sheep. A thought began to percolate in your mind as you sat down and watched his eyes immediately draw to you, his ear twitching idly.
"Any plans for today, sickboy? I don't have to harvest for a few days I don't think, so if you need some help in that mineshaft you found I'm up for a little exploring." You added a few thick slices of toast with jam, too, as a treat.
Schlatt took a moment to draw himself out of his trance before he replied. "Eh. Didn't sleep well. Might just work on the house or something."
"Oh, is that why you're so grumpy?" The smell you noticed earlier seemed to grow stronger which, again, weird, but maybe it was just a hybrid thing. You had no clue. You, as far as you were aware, were just a human. "Did baby not get his beauty sleep?"
He grumbled and started to eat in earnest, now avoiding your eyes. He finished first and stood to put his dishes away and you watched him walk, watched the cute little tail that poked out from the base of his spine flick up and down. It showed the lighter fur on the underside, moving as if it had a mind of its own.
"Food was that good, huh?" The mocking tone made him turn around and raise a brow at you and you gestured to his rear.
"You look like a damn dog. Your tail's going crazy."
Oh. That was apparently the completely wrong detail to point out to get him to open up. He scowled at you and turned back around, hand coming up to scratch at the base of one horn.
"Aw, and now you're embarrassed." You rose and approached Schlatt where he was washing up, pressing up back behind his taller form and wrapping your arms around his waist. You were an affectionate person, so sue you. He was clearly in a mood, and you wanted to see if you could cheer him up. He froze and you squeezed tighter, giggling under your breath. "Gotcha, big guy."
You could feel his pulse and it was racing. He grabbed your hands and loosened them, turning around in your grip. You grinned up at him and he seemed so torn. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and sighed, looking outside before bringing his gaze back to you.
"Why don't we just stay in today." So he wasn't telling you. Cool. "I found a couple books when I was out last, you wanna look them over?"
Oh, this man really knew how to seduce you. You nodded and disconnected from the hug, turning to go sit down on the carpet in front of the fire. Even though Schlatt was being erratic, you couldn’t help but love the idea of a nice day at the cabin rather than in the musty, dank caves nearby. You pulled a blanket you’d sewed yourself onto the floor and tugged it around your shoulders, looking back as the man ducked into his room before returning to where you sat. He tossed a log into the fire and poked it a few times with a metal poker, then sat down beside you. He had a small satchel in his hands that he set down on the floor and flipped open. Reaching inside he withdrew a leatherbound journal, handed it off to you, then pulled out a book of his own and started to write in it.
You figured you would broach the subject in a bit, and opened the journal. A book belonging to someone named Tori, who had been a redstone engineer. The pages were yellowed and partially stuck together in parts, but your careful fingers pried them apart. Your eyes occasionally flicked to the man next to you, and on more than one occasion your eyes met, those odd pupils reading your soul. You both looked away each time, your own cheeks lighting up with embarrassment after the third time. After you’d made it through half the journal, Schlatt put his own away and laid down, head close to your thighs. You looked down and gave him a half smile, patting your leg. “C’mere, big guy. Don’t be shy.”
His cheeks were bright red, and he moved onto your leg without argument. His one horn rubbed against the crease of your hip and thigh and your hand brushed the other unintentionally as you pushed a long curl from his face.
The sharp inhale of breath was all you needed to hear to realize what was going on. All his recent symptoms clicked together: the headbutting, the flush to his skin, the tail wagging, that scent that wouldn’t leave him…
Your nails—blunt, but long enough to scratch—rubbed at the base of his horn, scratching and petting the apparently sensitive skin around the protrusion. Schlatt tried to speak but as your warm palm rubbed over the keratin he was instead focusing on keeping his mouth shut. His hand came up and caught your wrist but you grinned down at him.
“You feelin’ okay, babe? Y’know, if it’s getting a little hot in here…” The scowl that he shot your way would have withered anyone else. Schlatt sat up and looked you dead in the eyes.
“You think you’re so funny, huh?” He huffed, turning away to get up and leave. In a moment of impulse your hand shot out and grabbed one horn and the tight grip you had made an outright moan leave his lips. You smirked and used his faltering attempt to stand to push him off balance so you could crawl over him, hands planted on either side of his head.
“I think you’re cute trying to hide from me. Why didn’t you tell me you were going into heat?” It was a good theory and by the way his eyes refused to meet yours, you’d gotten it right.
“‘Cause it’s fuckin’ embarrassing, obviously. You realize that, right? I can’t just come out and say “hey, at some point when it gets cold I’m gonna go half feral and need to fuck real bad” without seeming like a creep.”
You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “So what, were you going to just hide away and fap until it was over?”
Schlatt grumbled and you let your hips settle down on his, eliciting another moan and allowing you to feel just how much that little bit of stimulation had turned him on. “Let me help you out. C’mon, what’s the problem?” You shifted your weight to fully sit on his crotch so you could rub both of the bases of his horns with your fingers, running your palms along them and scratching at the bases of his floppy ears when you passed them by. Any arguments Schlatt had been going to make were dissolved in the clear pleasure he felt from the stimulation. The feeling of power this gave you was addictive, making this man turn into a puddle of pleasure beneath you. You could feel him growing harder underneath you and you gave an appreciative grind downwards, already feeling your own body start to react.
"You don't know how… how much I'm holding back, right now. Don't exactly wanna hurt the only person that watches my back." He warned you but you threw caution completely to the wind. You shrugged, letting your thumbs rub harder against the sensitive skin where it parted and gave way to the spiraling horns. He shuddered and you kissed the hard surface, tongue running from the base all along the main arch. The moan you ripped from his throat was guttural, surprised that you'd dare get so close.
“Was that so hard, to let me take care of you?” You hummed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Schlatt’s cheek. He held your hips and moved up against you, groaning out before shutting himself up by kissing you full on. The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the hot skin of the man below you and the crackling of it was the only thing breaking the silence in the room. He nipped at your lips with those oddly sharp teeth of his and you pulled up to lean back, tugging your shirt off.
His lips collided with yours as soon as your arms came down and you were taken aback by just how needy he was for you. You kissed him and it was like you were the only thing keeping him alive, he was clawing at your back with a fervor. His hands eventually settled on keeping you pressed against him, one hand firmly on the back of your neck and the other on your waist. Slowly the two of you got into a proper rhythm, your hips grinding down against him. You could feel his erection under you, swelling up and providing the perfect surface to slot your own sex against. You pulled back and god you were breathless. You grinned and Schlatt grinned back, though while yours was excited, giddy even, his was devious.
Schlatt pinned you just as you’d pinned him minutes before, forcing you back and pressing his body between your legs. He growled and you flushed, grabbing at the thin shirt he wore to yank him down. He didn’t kiss you, instead he bit down on your neck and marked you, sucking a dark mark into the side of your throat. He was fucking you through your clothes, hips rutting against yours as if he could’t help himself. He had been holding onto control, you realized, and you had just shattered it.
“Jay,” you gasped out, and you threaded your fingers into his hair. “God, dammit what are you waiting for, fuck me already…!” You hadn’t begged this hard for him ever, and you were sure you were going to get shit for it later, but for now all you wanted was to have him inside of you. Schlatt pulled back and shoved his pants down, doing the same to you but instead tearing your thin pajama shorts completely from your body. They landed by your shirt and left you completely nude, completely at the mercy of the hybrid above you. You were glad you’d been so easily aroused by his reactions earlier, because he was pushing himself inside of you with no hesitation or warning. You felt him push inside and as soon as he was inside you felt him push up against the deepest part of you, bumping your cervix and making a bolt of pleasure run up your spine. Your head lolled to the side and exposed the unmarked side of your neck, which the hybrid latched onto again as his hips started to snap against yours. The sheer need in his movements, in the dark, guttural, growling moans that echoed in your ears with every breath he exhaled, in how his hands gripped at your flesh and refused to let go. His head was pushed into your neck and he didn’t pull away until he was tugging himself free of you, rolling you roughly onto your stomach and yanking your hips up just so he could shove his face into your cunt for a few brief seconds, lapping at your slick folds as if it were the only thing keeping him alive before he straightened and pushed himself in again. You gripped at the carpet but instead of letting you do that Schlatt grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back. Your face turned so you could look into his eyes, watching as his face went from a grin to an expression of pleasure as he started thrusting again.
“Goddamn, you really are a perfect little breeding bitch.” He panted, arching his fingers and digging his nails into your hips to pull you back against him with every thrust. The sound of your bodies colliding caused loud slapping noises to echo through the main room of the cabin. Your own moans joined the cacophony as you were driven into the carpet again and again, your discomfort from the rough surface rubbing into your face completely ebbing away as pleasure took hold. His balls slapped against your slit rapidly, sending little jolts up your spine, but it wasn’t near enough pleasure to get you off. You were stuck in a limbo of feeling him stroke along your g-spot but not give you anything more, your legs starting to tremble and shake as he kept fucking into you. “This is what you wanted, right? To help me get through it, hope you can hold up— because I’m not stopping, baby.” He’s so smug and you try to summon any amount of snark to reply but you’re completely lost for words.
You wrestled a hand free of his grip, your shoulder burning from the effort but instead of grabbing it back his hand planted on the back of your head and pushed you into the carpet, his thrusts forcing your back to arch more and more all for him. Your body twisted and you got your arm beneath you, snaking up your shaking fingers to press onto your clit. You sobbed out and started up a brutally fast rhythm to match his, pulling an orgasm out of yourself rather quickly just to feel that beautiful release.
After you’re reduced to a puddle in moments he pulls free again, flipping you over so he can get a proper look at you. You’re thankful for the moment to catch your breath, grinning up at Schlatt with a blissful smile on your face. Your cunt throbbed at the smug, predatory look that graced his. “Fuck, you gotta go into heat more often.”
He gave a wry smile and tugged you closer, stripping off his shirt and exposing himself. A fuzzy trail crept up from his hips to his stomach before widening out on his chest. He’s shining with sweat and you know you are too, watching as the flickering light sent shadows dancing over his form. God, he was hot and it wasn’t fair. “Oh, sweetheart, we ain’t even close to done.” With that he’s back inside of you and your mind blanks once more, arms reaching up to grab at his body. He leaned in and once you got close enough you grabbed his horns and gripped them tight. Yours.
Each thrust was deliberate and pressed up against your already abused cervix, sending a tremor through your cunt that made Schlatt groan out in pleasure. You had a firm grip on the hybrid's head and used it to guide him down into a kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue and moaned in response. He dipped his head, presumably to try and get at your chest but your tongue ran across his horn again and he shuddered, bucking his hips out of rhythm as he lost his train of thought. You parted his hair and traced that joint of keratin and skin with your tongue, pressing sloppy wet kisses all over the seemingly sensitive growths. They seemed to be far more sensitive at the base so you stayed there, listening to Schlatt moan with every exhale and say your name like it was the only thing keeping him tethered. Coupled with the ear scratching your fingers were doing, he was spiraling out of the controlled thrusts into a jerky, stilted mess. You were doing this. You.
With the thrusts being so unpredictable you teetered on the edge of the edge, a pleasurable high that couldn't get you to orgasm but forced you to walk that fine line. It was the most beautiful torture you'd ever endured.
Schlatt however didn't intend to hold out any longer than he needed to, his biological urges winning out. He needed to breed you, after all. He kicked up the pace and forced you to hold onto him for stability, nails digging into his back and legs locking behind his hips.
"There you go, there's a good doe, taking it all so well—" After you'd stopped messing with the horns he'd gotten his tongue under control and he wasn't letting that ability go any time soon. "I want you to fucking beg for me, baby, c'mon. I wanna hear you ask for it."
You took so long to find words that your orgasm was already close again, the wobble in your voice betraying the fact. "Please, fuck me harder, please cum in me oh god I want you to please, fuck babe I'm so close don't stop don't stop do—"
You were gone again as he bit down on your bruised neck again to give himself an anchor point, to mark and claim you as his as his hips stuttered and then stopped, pressed against you and forcing his cock almost uncomfortably far inside. The moans he let out were more like low, growling bleats than proper vocalizations but you couldn't even laugh at the fact as he thoroughly filled you up. It lasted for what felt like a minute but you knew had to only be about a third of that. Schlatt pulled out slowly and tugged your hips up, resting them on his knees so your body stayed angled up. He watched almost curiously as the pulsing of your orgasm tried to force his load out, but gravity kept it in. He was satisfied.
"En… hah, enjoying the show, big guy?" Your voice was hoarse and breathless and he snapped his focus to you. Schlatt nodded and laid down next to you, tugging you up against his sticky body and wrapping those surprisingly strong arms around you. His voice only purred out one word, a word that made your heart thump in your chest.
"Mine."