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[m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept - Gjalla - April 21, 2025
heat thread — @Blackfell
spring had come quicker than she anticipated. gjalla hated the way it crept under her coat, clung between her thighs, turned every shallow exhale into something needy. her body betrayed her long before she’d admit it. she'd been aching and slick in a shameful, senseless way she could never quite temper.
he wasn’t even near her yet, and she could feel it in her bones. gjalla was no whore—never—but her season made her into one. gjalla had always been proud. controlled. but this—this was not control.
her nest was disturbed over and over by restless pacing and fruitless attempts to cool the flush beneath her skin. gnashing her teeth against the want, against the tremble in her legs every time she thought she heard his approach.
a low, guttural snarl slipped from her chest as she shifted, tail flicking, restless and sharp. her heat had soured the den into something primal and cloying, and still she refused to call for him. she wouldn’t beg. she wouldn’t. but if he didn't come to her soon—well, perhaps her hand would be forced.
RE: selfishly stealing your fate while you slept - Blackfell - April 21, 2025
— he is not deaf to the way the den reeks of her, not blind to the wet trail of her scent that signals like a beacon. it calls to him. burns in the back of his throat, thick and raw. and he’s kept his distance long enough. restraint. for the same damned self-control that had always been his virtue.
he tells himself it would not be right. and he curses whatever the season has brought for damning this upon them now. it would not be right to take her heat. not after... and yet it was nauseating.
now?
blackfell is nothing if not thorough.
gjalla,he calls to her down the narrowness of the cave path. his inky frame appearing from the shadows. he enters slowly, body broad and hulking in the dim light. crimson eyes cut through the dark, locking on her curled shape—she flicks her tail, her sides twitch with tension.
she looks feral like this. undone. a queen brought to a precipice. with one more step, he’s close enough to breathe her in fully, to let it coil in his gut like fire.
you should have called.
RE: selfishly stealing your fate while you slept - Gjalla - April 21, 2025
Her ears flicked at his voice. it is not gentle—no, blackfell never had been. she preferred it that way. there was a rasp to it now, buried beneath the stone of him, and it sank into her like claws.
gjalla’s body reacted before her pride could intervene. a shudder, full-bodied and betraying, rolled down her spine. her head lifted from where she’d pressed it into the bedding, then her body as she stood to meet him where he was. her cheek runs along his jaw, his throat. inhaling him.
"i was trying to ignore it," she remarked, humorous if not for her being serious. she smelled like sin—felt like it, too. blackfell didn’t move closer. he didn’t need to. he was a wall of dark fur and hot-red eyes. he was a promise—a threat. and worse—a comfort.
her body leaned toward him, tail flicking like an invitation. the den was too small for the space between them. her stomach twirled, butterflies swarming in her belly as his breath deepened, controlled—barely.
"you should’ve come sooner," her voice trembled somewhere between fury and desperation. her body betrayed her, shifting—tail sweeping aside as she turned slightly toward him, shameless. a tease, maybe, before she turned her gaze to his, sultry. "or maybe you like seeing me suffer."
RE: [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept - Blackfell - April 21, 2025
— there is a growl and a breathless exhale. this is what she reduces him to. and in another life, he would curl up in this den with her forever.
she presses her cheek to his jaw, to his throat—and he feels the tremor that rolls through her. feels her body call for him, all sharp edges and molten want. his mouth parts, breath thick, crimson gaze molten and ravenous as he watches her.
you think i don’t suffer too?— voice thick with restraint that will not hold much longer. he had felt it for days, tasted her scent in every corner of darukaal. it had poisoned his veins. driven him mad. she sweeps her tail, fans her scent, and something in him snaps loose.
his teeth grazes the shell of her ear as he murmurs,
look what you’ve done.his chest brushes hers, towering above her, heat pouring from his body like fire off coal. he kisses her then, possessively.
he takes her down slow, teeth in her scruff, body braced like a wall around her as he rumbles against her skin:
mine.
RE: [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept - Gjalla - April 21, 2025
mine.
it sinks into her like a blade through the ribs. possessive, final. her name rewritten in his mouth, a carved out space for her in his heart. she gasped beneath him, and suddenly she thinks that there have been too many nights of denying herself this. denying him.
his scent swarms her and she welcomes it in full, blanketed in his warmth. there is a shake in his breath as his jaw locked tight around the scruff of her neck, and it makes her thighs shake. the hunger of it.
she hated how much she needed it. yours yours yours—
her breath catches on a gasp as he pressed her down, legs shifted, instinctive—wide and wanting—claws digging into stone beneath as she arched into him, a whimper on her tongue. needy. a visible show of how she unraveled in the face of him, like thread unwinding from a spool.
"say it again," she hissed, twisted beneath him like something sacred and wrathful, her voice a demand, a plea, a desperation. in response, he bends lower over her—whatever he utters is lost to the haze of her mind, and she registers only how close he is.
RE: [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept - Blackfell - April 21, 2025
—
mine.
it leaves him again. rasped low into the crook of her neck where his breath fans hot, teeth grazing just shy of pain. her plea sets him ablaze, stokes the wildfire he has tried so long to contain. and now? now it devours him whole. her voice, the shape of her—he is drowning in her.
he grits out a breath, harsh and unsteady.
you are mine.a confession, every syllable dripping with years of denial torn down in a single breath.
her heat wraps around him like a curse and a prayer. his spine bows with the tension of restraint, lips dragging up her throat to the point just beneath her ear.
RE: [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept - Gjalla - April 22, 2025
her breath hitched—sharp, shallow. a sound she’d never make for anyone else. not for anyone but him.
gjalla pressed into the crook of his hold like it hurt to be apart. her throat bared for him as his mouth dragged along it, hot and reverent. a confession peeled from the bone—you are mine—it broke something in her. ancient instinct.
she wanted to be. oh, how she wanted to be.
her teeth clenched. “so fuck me. make me yours.”
she wanted it. all of it—all of him. unleashed, unrestrained. “burn for me,” she hissed, barely a whisper. Her tail swept again, baring herself fully now, shameless in her offering. a queen draped in heat and wrath, ready to be ruined—ruined by her king.
fade in your next post?
RE: [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept - Blackfell - April 22, 2025
— the moment her voice breaks in plea, something in him unravels—snaps. the tension he’s held, all the restraint, it withers beneath the flame of her command.
the rasp of his breath ghosts over her spine as he lowers. he mouths her name like a vow, like a curse, before sinking teeth gently to her nape.
unraveling into her. raven upon onyx, fur melding as their bodies collide in a twisting of passion neither have felt from the other yet. the loud, mixing of breathing a song to the divine.
everything else is lost to the dark.