blake-osmond:
Eyes closed, the familiar grunted, tossing on the mat he laid on as sleep eluded him. The tempting scent of sex was heavy in the air, and even with his collar on he could feel his own heat setting in. Neither an alpha nor omega, the time always left him restless, often submitting to the witch he was with, if loyal. While submitting felt more natural, his own pride often him seeking another familiar or the like to fuck and get the entire ordeal over with if he happened to be going it alone at the time. Now in the castle he felt overwhelmed and disgruntled, forced into a practical orgy simply by being trapped in the Undercroft– fighting the urge to submit to one of the more dominant beings just as much as the want to take someone for his own, regardless of their own will.
He could sense when someone approached the mat, eyes slowly opening and lips curled into a frown as he responded, “What do you want?”
Sebastian was nearly incensed, he had never been in such a place during his heat and it was wrecking havoc on his body and mind. Nowhere safe to build a comfortable den, too many others who were affected each feeding off of the pheromones making everything exponentially worse. He had to fight hard to keep his wits about him but he was fast losing the ability as he backed into a wall and tried to keep himself pressed against it as he slunk along, not even sure where he was going. Passing by one of the beds, a scent caught his nose and he let out a whine, he was so sure there hadn’t been anyone in heat or rut this way but he had been wrong. It took him far too long to understand that it was the man from a few days ago that had run into him and called him pathetic but he didn’t care. He did care, but he also didn’t as he kneed himself closer while wiping at his forehead with the back of his shaking hand, “P-please... I need...” he couldn’t tell if the guy was a beta or what but he’d been holding back far too long, his backside leaking slick for an uncomfortably long time and almost everything was instinct at this point. Almost. “Please...” he reached out towards the man’s trousers with only a slight hesitation.














