Imagine, you are Oromë's apprentice. As a result of both your nature and his teachings you get so intuned with your instincts and bodily needs, that one day, presence of your admired mentor triggers a heat in you. It itches more and more, and no matter what you do, it doesn't stop, only get all more intense whenever Oromë's around, to the point it starts to hurt. And that's when Oromë finally senses it within you.
oromë hadn't the slightest idea of your heat for quite some time, especially because he had to separate from you when word got out that a dark creature had slipped itself into valinor. he had left you for a few days, and upon his return he found you curled up in your bed - hugging onto the coat he had left in your dwelling on accident. yet what really caught his attention was the way you rutted your hips against a pillow between your legs as you buried your face into the coat, inhaling his scent, wishing that he was there.
needless to say, the huntsman would soon understand what was going on. and if not that, then he certainly caught the vanilla scent and the way your slit leaked with slick - almost begging him to take you there and then.
once you have acknowledged his presence and he calms down your small spout of embarrassment and panic, he almost goes feral when you practically throw yourself at him, hands clawing at his shirt, hips grinding against his as you beg him to sate the undying heat within you.
it is then that he can take no more - his lips are on you, his hands are too and before you know it he's shoving your face into the pillows and rutting against your hips like a wild animal. fingers tangled into your hair, growls and grunts against your ear as he takes what he has wanted from day one.
"needy little thing, aren't you?" the vala pants against your ear, eyes travelling between your legs where you squirt around him once more. his thumb continues its onslaught on your clit, and he delights in the way that you crumble into the sheets and cry out his name into your pillow. "what's that?" he chuckles, grinding his hips against your ass and delighting in how your knees give out once more.
"more? my little deer wants more? even after I've fucked her senseless?" the hand in your hair forces your head back and it retreats to your jaw to clutch the soft flesh. "look at you,'' he whispers, ghosting his lips over yours. "my need little slut.'' his hips begin pistoning again and he holds your jaw still, pressing his lips to yours and parting your mouth with his tongue. he's not finished with you until he's completely scented, marked and claimed you as his.
