Bunny Heat - Chapter 002

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63012325/chapters/166430299

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Later that evening, the bedroom was bathed in a soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Elysia lay sprawled on her stomach, her face buried in the plush pillow beneath her. Her body still hummed with a restless ache, satisfaction lingering but not quite enough. The primal need had ebbed slightly, yet deep inside, she still burned for more–for him.

Her tail flicked idly, occasionally twitching in anticipation, while her ears perked up at Rowan’s steady footsteps approaching the bed. She could feel his presence even before he touched her, the quiet weight of his gaze sweeping over her exposed back, drinking in the curve of her hips and the way her body instinctively presented itself to him.

A low chuckle broke the silence. Elysia didn’t need to turn around to know that his arousal was already stirring, fueled not only by his desire but also by the aphrodisiac potion he had prepared–one meant for nights like these when she needed him again and again.

Elysia risked a glance over her shoulder, her emerald eyes flicking downward. The sight of him, already fully erect, sent a fresh pulse of heat between her thighs. She groaned into the pillow, hugging it tighter as she lifted her hips in response, an unspoken plea written in the way her body arched toward him.

“Please don’t tease me,” she murmured, her voice muffled yet thick with need. “You know I can’t keep waiting like this…”

Rowan settled onto the bed, his warmth pressing against the back of her thighs as his hands glided over her skin. His broad yet gentle palms traced the curve of her back before settling on her waist. A shiver ran through her at how he held her–possessive yet reverent, as if she were fragile even amidst their shared hunger.

He smirked, his voice dipping into something darkly amused. "Alright," he murmured, his fingers squeezing Elysia’s hips, holding her steady. "But don't expect me to go easy this time."

Before she could say anything, he thrust into her in one smooth, deliberate motion, filling her completely.

Elysia let out a choked gasp, her body jolting forward, her fingers clutching the pillow as his hips snapped against hers. The sudden fullness sent shock waves through her, her body adjusting to him as her breath hitched. His rhythm was relentless, each movement deep and measured, every stroke carving pleasure into her core.

Her moans came in ragged bursts, muffled by the pillow she buried her face into, yet they only grew louder as his grip on her tightened, as his pace grew rougher. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filled the room, his low groans punctuating the symphony of her pleasure.

He wasn't holding back, not anymore. And she didn't want him to.

Her arms trembled as she tried to brace herself, her thighs and buttocks shaking from the force of her thrusts. The pleasure was all-consuming, swallowing her whole, leaving her lightheaded and desperate for more. "H-harder," she gasped, barely able to get the words out between breaths. "Don't stop!"

Rowan growled softly, as if she had just issued him a challenge. His grip on her waist tightened, and with one firm motion, he shifted.

Suddenly, Elysia was pressed flat against the bed, his weight pinning her down as he drove into her from above. The new position stole the air from her lungs, his chest flushing against her back, his breath hot against her ear. The intensity doubled–no, tripled–as his thrusts deepened, the full weight of his body behind every movement.

A needy whimper escaped her lips, muffled by the pillow. Rowan’s body covered hers completely, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her fingers clutched at the pillowcase, her body trembling, when suddenly, she felt it.

A slow, rubbing touch against her left ear.

Her eyes flew open, a sharp gasp catching in her throat as Rowan's fingers brushed over the sensitive base of her ear. His touch was tentative, barely there, before he began to rub, massaging the delicate spot with practiced ease.

Elysia's entire body arched, a shudder rolling through her as her legs weakened. "Y-you... you know what that does to me...!" she managed to gasp, her voice trembling, caught between pleading and pure ecstasy.

Rowan chuckled against her neck, his lips grazing her skin. "Of course I do," he murmured, his voice dripping with affection–but wicked intent simmered beneath it.

He knew exactly how to unravel her.

His fingers worked her ear with slow, deliberate strokes, each movement stoking the fire deep in her core. The pleasure grew sharp–almost too much–until it blurred the edge between ecstasy and surrender. Every caress sent jolts through her nerves, her tail flicking in wild, uncontrollable bursts as her body writhed beneath him. He didn’t falter. His rhythm stayed deep, unsteady, relentless–while his touch on her ear played her like an instrument only he could tune, coaxing her to give in completely.

Her moans became desperate, breathless cries escaping her lips, no longer muffled, no longer restrained. She was shattering, undone by Rowan’s touch, his movements, and how he knew her.

Her body clenched around him, the overwhelming pleasure sending her teetering on the brink.

Rowan's pace quickened, his breath turning ragged as he thrust into her harder, deeper. "Cum for me," he whispered against her ear, his fingers still stroking, coaxing her to the edge. "Let go."

It was all she needed.

A sharp, choked cry tore from Elysia’s throat as her climax hit–sudden, overwhelming, all-consuming. Her body jerked beneath him, muscles tightening around him as each pulsing wave rolled through her. She clutched the pillow like a lifeline, her mind unraveling, everything else vanishing beneath the blinding heat of release and the presence of him inside her.

Rowan groaned deeply, his grip on her tightening as he followed moments after, his release spilling into her with a final, shuddering thrust. His body trembled against hers, his forehead resting against the top of her head as he let out a slow, satisfied breath.

Their labored breathing was the only sound in the room for a long moment. 

Elysia lay beneath him, breathless and still, her limbs heavy, her body thrumming with the quiet aftershocks of pleasure. She felt Rowan shift above her, slow and careful as he eased out of her, the absence of him made her body twitch softly in response. Without a word, he curled around her from behind, his arms slipping around her waist, pulling her into the familiar cradle of his warmth. Then came his hand–fingers brushing her left ear with one last, knowing stroke–tender, teasing, and utterly hers. She let out a small, involuntary sigh, the touch grounding her more than words ever could.

She sighed, a sleepy, blissful sound, tilting her head to nuzzle against his arm.

Rowan chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. His voice was still thick with exhaustion. "You're insatiable," he murmured, the warmth in his tone unmistakable.

Elysia, too tired to respond, simply let out a soft hum, her tail giving one last flick before she melted into his embrace.

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The room was quiet now, the air heavy with the warmth of their bodies, the sound of their heavy breathing gradually fading into a peaceful silence. Elysia lay sprawled on Rowan's chest, her body still quivering with the lingering echoes of pleasure. The ache between her thighs pulsed gently, not unpleasant but a reminder of how thoroughly he had satisfied her.

She felt paradoxically both weightless and heavy, drained from passion, yet filled with a deep, lasting contentment. Her tail gave a slow, lazy flick; the tension that had owned her earlier melted into something quiet–something tender, something safe. She felt warm from exertion and Rowan's chest's steady rise and fall beneath her. His arms draped over her back, one hand resting between her shoulder blades, the other tracing slow, idle patterns down her spine. The subtle motion sent a slight, pleasurable tingling through her sensitive skin, grounding her in the moment.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply existed together in the hust of the night, basking in the afterglow.

Elysia shifted slightly, nestling deeper into his embrace, her cheek pressing against his heartbeat. Her ears twitched lazily, her breath coming in slow, steady waves. With the urgency of her cycle momentarily sated, her mind felt clearer now, allowing her to absorb the quiet tenderness between them fully.

"I hate how out of control I feel during my cycle," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her tone was unmistakable, as if she were revealing something she had long kept to herself. "It's like my body doesn't belong to me, and no matter what I do, I can't stop needing you."

Rowan turned his head slightly, his hazel eyes meeting hers. He didn't respond immediately; he simply watched her, his expression thoughtful and understanding. Then, slowly and deliberately, his hand slid up her damp back, fingers threading gently through her tousled hair before cupping the back of her head. He guided her closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, a wordless reassurance more resonant than anything he could say.

"You don't have to apologize for that," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and full of quiet affection. “I may not fully understand what it's like, but I know it's not easy for you." He rested his chin against the top of her head, his voice softer now. And I'll always be here. You never have to go through it alone."

A sense of relief washed over her as he spoke, briefly alleviating the burden of her insecurities. It wasn't only about the way he caressed her or fulfilled her desires; it was also how he never wavered, never allowed her to feel like a burden.

He didn't just take her body; he held her together, grounding her when she felt lost in the relentless pull of her cycle.

A tightness swelled in her chest–an ache born not of desire, but of love so deep it hurts.

"I don't think I could do this without you," she whispered, her voice quieter now, her cheek resting against his bare skin. Her fingers brushed absentmindedly over his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath. "It's overwhelming sometimes... and I hate losing myself like that. But with you, it's different. You make it feel safe."

Rowan exhaled softly, his hand never ceasing its slow strokes along her back. He didn't rush to respond, letting her words settle between them, their weight understood without being dissected. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, reassuring.

"I've got you," he said simply. "I always will."

Elysia closed her eyes, allowing his words to resonate deeply within her. There was no need for grand declarations or elaborate reassurances. His presence, unwavering patience, and the warmth of his hands were enough. He was enough. She had experienced this cycle before, and he had always been there, steadfastly providing what she needed, without judgment or hesitation.

She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent–a blend of lingering sweat, faint herbs from his potions, and the natural warmth that belonged solely to him. "I don't say it enough," she murmured, her voice growing softer with drowsiness. But I love you, for everything you do–for always being here for me.”

Rowan chuckled, the low rumble vibrating against her cheek. "As do I," he replied, his fingers trailing up her spine before caressing the soft fur at the base of her ear, a gentle touch full of silent affection.

Elysia shivered at the touch, her tail twitching slightly, though it was more from comfort than arousal.

"I love you from here to eternity, Elysia," he continued, a teasing glint in his tone. "Especially when you get all demanding during your heat."

Her ears shot straight up, her entire face turning beet red. "Y-You're the one who brewed that potion, so don't act surprised when I go crazy over seeing that!"

Rowan laughed again, his hold on her tightening. "I wonder if I could make some sort of side living off it. Do you think Bunny Heat would be a good na–?"

A swift swat to his chest interrupted his train of thought, and he erupted into even more laughter, pulling her close before she could attempt another attack.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth, as the weight of the night finally began to settle over them. The earlier urgency had passed, leaving only the quiet intimacy of two beings who had long memorized every inch of each other physically and emotionally.

Elysia sighed in contentment, her fingers intertwining with his as sleep began to tempt them. Rowan gently squeezed her hand, reaffirming the unspoken promise between them.

Tomorrow, her body might betray her once more–but tonight, wrapped in the steady comfort of Rowan’s arms, she felt whole. And that was enough.

Sleep enveloped them like a hush between heartbeats. No words remained, and there was no need for more, only the quiet assurance that Elysia would always find her way back to herself in his arms.