Sun Mote Copse Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats

Asherah had never been a woman who let her lusts control her. She'd gone into heat before, but rarely. She had lived such a life of stress and constantly moving that her body had never really had the chance to cycle. She knew of her heat though, knew what it meant and what it caused. The couple times it had come when she was wandering she had found herself a hideaway, caves or other such places. The first time it had hit her she had understood why others seemed so reckless during it. Her mind had felt foggy except for the need that had grown within her. She'd never felt the weight of a male on her back, or, really...anywhere near her feminine area. She had rubbed her sides along the cave walls that time, fighting to keep herself hidden. She didn't want a brute to come and take her, she wasn't to choose who to be with. Yet, she hadn't imagined her first time would be like this.

Her parents had preached that she should run with someone she felt a bond with, that her body should be for her mate and God alone. To hear Ar-Khalba say the opposite, to speak of Molech who gave you permission and encouraged you to seek your own pleasure. It only made sense. Why would a God want you to suffer and rub your sides bare within a cave to save yourself for a wolf you may never meet? The feeling that overcame her here, as he inched down her side, teeth trailing her skin was the greatest thing she'd ever known. Her life had been full of pain and sadness, she had never known such heights. She felt the warmth growing within her, not heat, but pure desire. 

Her tail moved to the side, her entire body driven by longing. She was beyond words now, simply able to emit soft growls in her chest. She was drunk with it, high on it. She knew only of mating in the sense of a male climbing atop her, she knew not of the other activities that could be partaken of. Ar-Khalba would change this though, he would teach her. A soft warm touch sent a shock through her, her eyes snapped open in surprise and she turned her head to look at the male positioned with his muzzle between her legs. Confusion colored her face, mixed with interest. Her hips twitched backwards towards the touch, but she knew not what this was.

She started to question him, to ask what he was doing. Yet she felt the love of Molech shining down and them and knew she could trust the male. He would teach her. She continued to watch him, enticed, her eyes full of her want. "Teach me." Her voice was a whisper, it was the wind. They were as Molech had intended them, as ancient as any tree could ever be, as primal as hunger. They were desire. She leaned back into him, inviting him as she watched.