A/N: Apology for the long wait, people, wanted to write other stuff + writer's block and life getting in the way as usual. Chapter 1 now has an illustration, which I commissioned from Leud, check the ao3 version to see it. With that out of the way, enjoy!

As tempting as sleeping away the entire morning is, one can't run on an empty stomach, and when he can't tolerate the growling pit in his stomach any longer, it is begrudgingly so that Kiragi stretches himself awake, grunting at the exertion.

Tucked away in his chest, the kitsune stirs awake and rubs the sleep from her eyes.

Their gazes meet, and he find himself smiling on reflex, the memories of last night's lovemaking in the back of his mind.

"Morning," Kiragi says.

"Morning," she answers.

Kiragi makes to sit up, but Selkie clings to him. "Just a few more minutes?" she asks.

Letting out a soft breath, he raises a hand and pats her head. "As much as I'd love to, I'm starving. Aren't you?"

At that, she pauses for a moment then nods. "Yeah, me too."

She shifts her weight off of him, letting him sit up before she speaks again.

"Oh, I got something for you! Close your eyes." Selkie leans forward.

Expecting a kiss, Kiragi does so, only to flinch at a sudden sharp pain in his neck. "Ow! What was that for?" he winces, rubbing the spot she bit.

Selkie simply grins. "I marked you, what else? Last night was so good I completely forgot to do it."

"Marking... me?"

"Yup! it's what we kitsune do to our mate to show they're taken!"

Mate, Kiragi blushes as he looks away, he's already embraced that role, but hasn't completely left the embarrassed phase.

"What, you... don't like it?"

Seeing her confusion, Kiragi raises a hand and shakes his head. "It's not that I mind. It's just, couldn't you have picked a less visible spot?"

At that, she pouts. "Oh, don't act so bad, I can barely see it!"

"And if somebody notices?"

Their back-and-forth goes on for a while until Selkie grows bored of his worry and pulls him into a much needed kiss.

And just like that, his worry and faint irritation melts away in a second, and he has to stop himself from pulling her closer, just barely reining in the urge to pin her down and jump her bones here and now.

Their lips part, and Selkie gives him a coy smile. "Better?"

"Y-yeah, better." he says.

With that out of the way, both get up from her bed, Selkie suiting up in her usual kimono as Kiragi reaches for his clothes, neatly folded next to hers.

Taking them, he blinks in mild bemusement. Strange, he doesn't remember bringing them along with him last night.

A few seconds pass before Kiragi feels himself growing red in the face once again as it sinks in - one of the servants know- earning a hearty laugh from Selkie.

The two dress up, one blushing, one giggling.

Sliding the door open, Selkie takes his hand and lightly pulls at it. "Come on, let's go eat."

"I'm right behind you," Kiragi says.

With a mischievous smirk, she burst into a sprint. "Last one to the mess hall is a dum-dum!"

"Oh, you're on!" Kiragi laughs, matching her speed.

"Hah... haaah. Of course we tied again..." Selkie pants, catching her breath.

Kiragi chuckles through his exhaustion. "I figured... as much."

The two are back to their usual self once they enter the mess hall, finding it brimming with life, delicious dishes just waiting to be devoured on display.

Each taking their preferred food, the two sit at the nearest table, its sole inhabitant Velouria, digging into a piece of chicken. The wolfskin spares them a glance and acknowledges them with a hum and a nod.

As Kiragi and Selkie dig into their meal with voracious gusto, Velouria pauses and takes her eyes off her own, her brow creasing. Staring at the two inquisitively, she leans forward and sniffs the air before raising a curious eyebrow as she sits back and sips her drink.

"So... you and him, huh?"

The pair simultaneously turns a deep red and blanches in horror. Some of Kiragi's drink sputters from his mouth while Selkie nearly chokes on her mouthful of food.

Recovering from the shock, the archer manages to swallow and looks on sheepishly. "Is... is it that obvious?" he whispers.

"For a beastfolk like me? Yes, very much so, but maybe not as much for humans," Velouria answers. "For one, scent; you two rubbed off on the other, your scents have become more or less uniform, a telltale sign for anybody with a nose as good as mine." She motions to Selkie. "That, and the previous sharp scent of her heat has softened to a point where I can barely smell it."

Selkie blushes and focuses on her food, Kiragi does the same.

"Second, that mark." She taps her neck and motions to Kiragi's faint bite mark, who turns dreadfully pale in shock. "It's subtle and barely noticeable even up close, but it's a dead giveaway."

"Sorry..!" the kitsune musters an apology under her breath.

Velouria merely shrugs. "It's nothing to be embarrassed of— my mom displays hers with pride."

"I think most people are too distracted by Camilla's...assets to notice it," Kiragi retorts.

"You think?" The wolfskin asks, then she shakes her head. "No matter. And besides, you two clearly mean the world to each other, why not bite her in turn and mark her as your treasure?"

Again, Kiragi chokes and has a coughing fit while Selkie turns redder than her kimono at the suggestion. "We... humans don't do that," Kiragi mumbles once his throat is cleared, taking a mouthful of food in an attempt to take his mind off the topic.

"Mhmm," the wolfskin hums, inspecting a bone that caught her eye. "And lastly, you two are quite frankly acting a little odd in comparison to the past days. A week ago, one avoided the other like the plague. Now, both sit side to side, mingling cheerfully. Doesn't that seem a little odd to you two?"

Of course, their sudden change in demeanor towards the other is more than a little suspicious, and would clearly raise more than a few eyebrows on closer inspection.

"When you put it like that... yeah," Selkie murmurs.

Seemingly satisfied with her newfound treasure, Velouria stores the bone in a pouch. "But to be frank, you two shouldn't worry about it at all. I mean, do you really think you're the only lovebirds going on around here? Take a look around." The wolfskin motions to the rest of the mess hall.

The pair follow her hand and come upon several instances of intimacy in varying degrees of subtleness: At one table Kiragi can see Shiro laughing heartily as he gives Kana an amiable pat on the back, who's cheeks dust a faint pink. At another, Selkie notices Ophelia and Soleil pulling away from what was definitely a kiss, a content smile spread across their countenance. At another, Mitama keeps her hand in Hisame's grasp as they speak of something neither the archer or kitsune can quite catch.

"See? Place is no stranger to love, nothing to be worried about," Velouria repeats herself. "Also." She flicks her head to Selkie and motions to her neck. "Hickeys."

Blushing once again, he mutters an apology of his own, to Velouria's confusion.

"Ever notice how whenever Shigure hangs out with Dwyer, he's usually walking funny the next time you see him?"

"...Oh."

"You asked for it."

Heeding Velouria's words (and wishing to relieve some awkwardness), Selkie scoots a little closer to Kiragi and nestle her hand beneath his.

At that, the wolfskin smiles. "It's not much, but it's a start."

Having said all there was to be said, the trio spend the remainder of their meal in uneventful silence. Soon, everyone is vacating the mess hall, the archer and kitsune being the last to leave.

"Man, that food was amazing, right, Selkie?"

"Yeah," Selkie says, her voice sounding somewhat stilted, "If I wasn't full, I'd have went for seconds."

Before Kiragi can brood much over her tone, he feels a slight tug at his waist, turns around to see her fidgeting, discomfort in her eyes. She gives him that same look from last night, and he purses his lips. "It's acting up again, isn't it?"

Selkie nods meekly as her breathing turns heavy and needy, self-control beginning to crumble. "I'm sorry." Her ears flatten as she looks downward.

He shakes his head. "Don't be."

Taking her hand in his, they rush down the hallways in search of some privacy. The first thing he finds is a closet, and it's good enough for them both— with her in desperate need of some affection (of which he is all too happy to give), neither can afford to be picky with what they have.

Not one moment after he shuts the door - keeping them hidden from any would be observers - does Selkie start to loosen her outfit, giving him easier access.

Kiragi spares a few glances around even in their privacy as holds her against the wall. "We need to be quiet," he mutters, trailing a hand down to push her panties asides, finding them ruined by her arousal. "Try not to make any noises, OK?"

Selkie nods and raises a hand to her chest, ready to cover her mouth at the moment needed.

Not wasting another second, he begins to work on her with delicate and tentative pushes and prods. Better to take things slow and break her in rather than jump straight to the point. He eases a finger in, then a second.

Her eyes flutter shut as she swallows and lets out a sigh of approval, breath coming out in shakes. Her heat is something she can't control, but the way he works his fingers douses the flames inside her, brings her relief.

Kiragi maintains a quiet rhythm, still verging on the side of caution as his fingers work their magic on her, pushing and pulling her dripping walls as she fidgets and lets out the most adorable whimpers he's ever heard. He doesn't really know if what he's doing is the most efficient way, but judging from her noises, it sure as hell is working.

In the midst of it all, his mind thinks back of how she was acting when they had left the mess hall, and a question forms in his mind.

"How long?" he asks.

An eye cracks open just barely. "Hah?"

"How long has it been since it's acted up?"

"At... at least a few minutes," she breathes. Her mouth forms an 'o' and her voices catches in her throat as he rubs a thumb over her clit.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"We were eating..." She winces sadly. "I'm sorry."

She's getting more agitated, losing self control by the second, so he leans in and kisses her out of reassurance, quells her frustration.

"Don't be. It doesn't bother me one bit," he says, "I promised that, as your mate, I'd always be there for you, no matter what."

Selkie smiles the most adorable smile, halted by a moan as he finds the mark inside her, and motions him to come closer, closing her eyes.

Quiet, wet sounds permeate the room, sometimes separated by a single whimper or an 'I love you'.

Now that he's found the spot, he's more adventurous with his fingers, he spreads them apart, goes faster as their kissing turn sloppy and deep. The pressure builds up, both giving into the thrills and heat of the moment, forgetting anything else other than what's happening now.

She's getting close, he can see it in her face beaded with sweat, hear it in her voice and feel it in how she's soaking his fingers, pushing into him and getting him deeper.

"Ki, Kiragi," she bites down on a swear, so tantalizingly close to finally breaking down and surrendering to that molten heat. "I'm going to..."

He leans in to whisper in her ear. "Do it. Let yourself go. Cu-"

There is a sound by the outside, and both stop dead in their tracks, yanked out from the moment by a surge of shock and fear. They stamp a hand over their mouth and stare at the door with bated breath, pupils like pinpricks.

Footsteps close in, and the two feel their heart rate spike, beating like a mad drum in their chest.

A voice speaks up, and Selkie turns as still and as pale a statue.

"Ah, greetings, Oboro."

"Wait, Oboro?!"

"Do you need anything, Kagero?"

Oh hell to the fuck no. In all the possible people to interrupt them, why did it have to be their mothers?!

Neither can truly focus on what they speak of, sounds coming out as a incomprehensible jumble to their fear-drowned minds, every second dragging on to what feels like an eternity.

Yet the longer they stay still in dreadful anticipation, another unease starts to gnaw at Kiragi, that he's missing some critical detail, and turns to Selkie for answers.

The girl fidgets and squirms in discomfort. Her eyes flicker down to his hand, and the archer pales in realization; he's still all the way inside her. In a moment's panic, he makes to withdraws but stops after the slightest budge gouges a moan from her.
The conversation next to them stops dead in its tracks. "Did you hear something?" Kagero asks, her voice low.

"Hear what?"

The two somehow pale even further, feeling as if they're going to die of embarrassment, only to breathe a (silent) sigh of relief at her following words. "Never mind, I thought I'd heard something."

Only a few moments passes before the talking dies down as the two women bid their goodbyes and go on their separate ways.

The footsteps fading into the distance, the coast seems clear, and both Kiragi and Selkie breathe a huge sigh of relief, color returning to them. Had they been caught, Kiragi isn't sure if he could have looked looked his mother in the eyes ever again, the same for Selkie and Kagero.

"I think we're good," he says, turning to her face her again.

"That was too close," Selkie says, nudging her hips.

Kiragi resumes his fingering, and in no time his fingers has Selkie veering on the edge just like before, panting and sweating, about to crash from the pressure building up.

"Fuck," she groans and leans forward, Kiragi seizing on her intentions and cradling her head as they lock lips, fingers jutting deep and spreading apart.

Back arching, palms splayed against the wall, Selkie comes with a muffled moan, a hot wave of ecstasy surging forth that has her lose control and give in, knees buckling. Her release is so strong it leaves her panting and slack, practically kept standing if only by Kiragi.

The oppressive weight off her shoulders, clarity nestles into her mind, she opens her eyes to see her lover staring.

"Better?" he asks.

Selkie nods, a smile forming on her lips. "Yeah, better."

He pulls out, huffing at her adorable squeak. Kiragi looks down to find his hand drenched in slick, sticking to his fingers like wet webbing.

"Wow," he says, "Now that's a mess."

Selkie blushes at his words, still not fully used to him taking care of her needs.

He spares the room a few glances. His brief search for some tissue yields no results, and he shrugs. "Welp, guess there's only one way to clean up."

"Wait, there's some-" Selkie pauses as Kiragi brings his drenched hand up, and she flushes the deepest red as he sucks and licks it clean of her release.

"It's... not so bad," he says, bringing it down for seconds. "Not bad at all."

Selkie merely hides her her mouth behind her hands as she flushes even more. Kiragi's smirk fails him, and he looks away with a nervous laugh, beet red as well.

"Sorry, I was just curious," Kiragi mumbles, hand going slack.

Selkie's eyes trail downward, remaining fixed on his crotch before she looks back at him.

Kiragi looks down and sighs. Of course he's hard, how couldn't he? With how beautiful she is, plus the noises she made as he helped her, it was impossible for him not to pop a boner.

He pulls away, bringing a hand to his groin. "I'll uh, take care of this real quick."

But before he can do that, Selkie has both hands on his shoulders, and he finds himself with his back against the wall.

"Wait." The archer seizes her wrist. "You don't have to do this."

She smiles. "But I want to." She sinks to her knees, starting to undo the the fur at his waist.

"But-"

"Kiragi." She stares firmly into his eyes. "I want this. Just, let me pay you back for all this trouble."

"I..." he pauses, his head running with conflicting thoughts. Part of him thinks he doesn't merit it since he was just helping her with a problem, even if said help consisted of making her cum. Another part - mostly his dick - wants it. Just indulge and let her take care of him for once.

Deep down however, Kiragi knows that in the end, her mind is already settled, and there's nothing he can do to change her mind.

Taking a deep breath, he nods in acquiescence. "Alright, you can... do your thing."

Her eyes light up in genuine glee, not unlike when he would ask if they could play together.

She voices her thanks before scrambling to free his dick, undoing the fur at his waist and snaking her silky hands around his pants.

Pulling his breeches down along with his pants, his cocks springs into view, and she stares at it in a mix of mild awe and worship, lips parted as her eyes glimmer.

"Woah..." she utters, her voice low.

He blushes at the sight, she wasn't like that last night, so why is she now?

Selkie cradles his length his both hands - her slightest touch sending jolts down his spine - and breathes in his scent, her sigh thick with a heady moan, resting it against her face.

"It's so big..." she marvels quietly, feeling his warmth throb in her hands and against her. The girl spends more than a few moments simply worshiping it, getting a feel for it now that it's right up in her face.

Both are entranced with the other for entirely different reasons, Selkie's heat has Kiragi's cock looking like the most wonderful thing in the world, while the sight of her entranced with his dick has Kiragi unable to think about anything else but her.

In her trance, she nuzzles it, only for a groan to snap her out of it. Clear thoughts settle back in, and for a moment her previous assertiveness is replaced by a shy and tender meekness as she backs away red in the face.

A hand brushing her hair, Selkie looks up, seeing Kiragi giving her a patient and encouraging smile, such that it's enough to embolden her to begin pumping slowly.

Her hands move up and down his length, starting from the base and going all the way up to his glans. She's cautious but curious, shifting her grip one way or the other, alternating between gripping tighter with one hand and lighter with the other, using the tune of his voice and the brushing of her hair as guides.

Without saying a word, Kiragi takes ahold of her wrist and leads a hand away from his cock only to link it with his. Still silent, their gazes meet and both blush with a smile, then she's back to serving him with one hand, hearts beating faster.

Kiragi doesn't say a word, the only sounds coming from him being quaking intakes of breath and minutes whimpers. Sometimes he bites his lip and closes his eyes, fighting the urge to make more noises.

Reaching lower, Selkie takes ahold of his sac, curiously tracing her thumb over an orb. "Is this good?" she asks.

"Yeah, just... don't squeeze them."

Selkie doesn't spend much time playing with his balls before she's back to pumping him, sometimes trailing back to fondle him some more. But with every passing moments, she grows more curious, more bolder.

She halts in her strokes and leans closer. Then, after a moment's pause, she opens her mouth and Kiragi's voice catches in his throat as something wet and warm trails up his length— he looks down to find Selkie tasting him.

His back presses just a little harder against the wall, Kiragi closing his eyes and whispering a breathy, "Fuck." Her tongue proves to be a whole new tide of sensations, something completely different from her fingers, something he wants more of.

She's a tad faster now, pumping the base while she licks close to the tip, building more and more confidence as she goes.

Pulling away, the kitsune first looks at the cock before her with lust and hunger, then to Kiragi. His face is flushed, breath heavy. Excitement and anticipation runs rampant in his eyes, and he nods.

"Please," he whispers.

Selkie looks back to his length, and, after a long stare, she parts her lips and takes in the tip, closing her eyes. She sucks but doesn't move yet, gouges a feels on how he tastes and how to proceed. If anything, the way he's gripping her hand tighter and brushing the side of her hair shows he's enjoying it.

The concept of a blowjob isn't new to her, she's heard about it, read about it, but this is her first time giving one, and she doesn't want to make any big mistakes, so she takes it slow, lets her courage build up until she's comfortable going further.

Looking up and seeing Kiragi trying to stifle his voice, adoration in his eyes, the sight gives her the confidence needed to proceed.

Selkie starts bobbing her head up and down slowly, her tongue pressing against him— to his immediate approval. She has to admit, she doesn't mind the taste at all. In fact she loves it, wants more of him. Then again, that might just be her heat talking.

She's not taking him very far at first, just a tiny bit more than the head. But with every bob, she goes a little further, tastes more of him, moaning for her own enjoyment and-

Eyes jutting open, Selkie yanks her head back and lets out a wet hack. Damn it, she had gagged.

"Are you OK?" Kiragi instantly says, lust gone.

"Fine, just went too far." She waves him off, getting him back to relax before resuming.

Now aware of her limits, she's more careful, but not any-the-less devoted. Since deepthroating is out of the question, she focuses on other ways to get him off. She sucks harder and hollows her cheeks. Lets out quiet, obscene moans around him. Cradles his balls as she goes back to kissing his tip, in no time his self control is breaking down. She wants to make him cum, pay him back for all he's done to her, it's the least she can do.

"S-Selkie!" he grunts in the middle of her testing her gag reflex, his grip turning to iron.

A strangled moan is the only warning he can muster before he cums down her throat, knees buckling. Selkie chokes and splutters at the sudden gush but doesn't break away, sucking gently until it ends— Kiragi's grasp turning slack as he leans against the wall.

She looks up, staring expectantly at him.

"S-sorry," he breathes, coming down the high, "That was just... Gods, you're so good at it."

Pulling away, she looks at him for a beat, then swallows. A stupefied Kiragi stares in muted shock as she opens wide, not a single droplet to be seen.

"Taste's not so bad," she says with a smug smirk. "Not bad at all."

He flushes a deep crimson. Her smirk fades, and she crumbles into a quiet giggling fit.

"I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist." she hides her mouth behind her hand and stifles another laugh.

Having finished their business, Kiragi pulls up his pants as Selkie stands up. Squinting the door open, the boy takes a quick peek before he and Selkie leave in a hurry.

"Well, that was... thrilling," he says.

She huffs in assent. "Yeah!"

"So... how long are you good for?"

"More than enough," Selkie answers. "I might be able to tough out the entire day."

"How long does it usually last? Your heat cycle, I mean."

"Dad said it'd be something around two weeks, so a few more days of this." She grabs her arm. "It gets really bad near the end, so, uh..." She turns red.

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

"Well, if today gets too much..." He grins. "You know where to find me— the archery range.

"I'll keep that in mind." She smiles coyly.

Chuckling, they share an embrace. Holding her close and breathing in her scent, Kiragi finds it intoxicating. His heart soaring. He doesn't want to let go, just hold her forever and ever and so on. But a few nibbles from Selkie brings him back to the world of the living, and he lets her go.

They split off in their own directions, and already he's missing her touch. One night and a few hours was all it had taken for them to become inseparable.

Kiragi rounds a corner and stops dead in his tracks. Standing before him is Kagero. He swallows.

"Ah, Kiragi," she says, her voice betraying no malice. "Did you happen to see Selkie anytime now?"

His heart pounds like a jackhammer while his head drowns in panic. "...Yes," he answers, forcing himself to sound and look calm through his cold sweat. "We just crossed paths a few moments ago, she was going that way."

She nods, uttering her thanks, and Kiragi visibly relaxes, letting out a silent but heavy sigh of relief.

Crisis averted, the two head in their respective way-

"Wait."

A hand is on his shoulder, and he freezes in place. He turns a ghostly pale, his blood going subzero.

With a quavering intake of breath, the archer turns to face the ninja, who's scrutinizing stares dissects him pieces by piece.

Her brow furrows when her eyes settle at his neck, and her mouth opens just a little bit when she notices a few faint blemishes. "Are those hickeys?"

Oh.

Oh no.

"Uhhh..." he drones, sweating profusely. His own eyes trail to her nape, and his breathing catches as he sees a faint but unmistakable scar standing apart from the skin, a mark.

Ignoring him, her eyes trail lower and Kiragi feels as if he's going to die of embarrassment there and then, blushing like mad. Kagero reaches his nape and freezes, eyes widening by the barest of inches as she lets out a faint gasp.

Taking a deep breath, she meets his terrified gaze. "You, with my daughter?"

Oh he's in for it now.

Kiragi offers her a terrified smile, raising his hands before him.

"She… we…" Kiragi struggles for an answer, something that won't result in him regretting his existence. "It was consen-"

She raises a hand, silencing him. "No, of course it was. Otherwise you wouldn't have it."

"Then... we're good?"

Kagero nods, and a wave of relief crashes over him.

She goes to leave, but he raises a hand. "Hey..." he says quietly, and she looks back. "What is it?" she asks.

"When you and Kaden..." He pauses, making vague gestures that has her raise an eyebrow. "Did you...?" He points to the mark at his neck, unable to say it.

She doesn't offer a verbal answer. Instead, she purses her lips, avoids his gaze, and her face grows a little red.

It's all the answer he needs.

"This conversation never happened," they say as one. And the two are in their separate ways, blushing.

At least, now he knows that if he marks her... Nope, too embarrassing to think about it.

Outside the castle's lavished interior, Kiragi hones his already sharp skill with the bow. Taking aim, he nocks an arrow, draws the string, then lets go.

The arrow flies forth and strikes true, embedding itself deep into the target.

Bullseye.

Pumping a fist to himself, the archer takes a few steps back and repeats the process.

Nock the arrow, draw the string, take aim, deep breath...

"...Hey."

"GYA!"

Startled, he lets go. The arrow completely misses its target, bouncing off the left wall and clattering onto the ground.

Kiragi twists his head to see Selkie at his side, her lips pursed and looking both a bit guilty and amused.

"...I scared you, didn't I?" she asks.

"No, I..." Kiragi sighs, placing a hand to his heart. "I just didn't know you were there."

The girl lets out a chuckle and raises the bow in her hand. "Mind if I join in?"

He grins ear to ear. "Feel free to!"

As she takes her place at his side, a voice in the back of his head tells him something's wrong, and he keeps a close eye on her as she pulls back the string. He did tell her to see him if she needed any help, but she might actually be fine, and just wanting to play together.

Her first shot is excellent, missing the center by an inch to the left. The second is sloppy, the arrow just barely even hitting the target, and the third, is just sad.

"It's bad, isn't it?" he asks, and the quaking in her legs is itself an answer.

Bow and arrows clattering onto the floor, Selkie makes her way to him, her face flushed red. "Please," she whimpers.

He closes the distance, but stops just as he's about to touch her, realizing something.

"Not here." He shakes his head. "It's visited too much for us not to be caught." But before she can protest, he grabs her hand.

"Follow me."

They leave the range in a hurry and make their way deep into the woods far from any prying eyes, until he has her backed up against a tree, absolutely certain it's just the two of them.

The first act is not by him, but her. She grabs his collar and pulls him in a deep and needy kiss. Her heat is at it's absolute worst, and she can't control herself anymore, self control crushed by this pressure has her giving in to primal instincts.

Pulling away, Selkie loses the waistband and undoes the obi at her waist before opening up her kimono, body on display.

The archer pulls down her panties - completely and utterly soaked - and inserts two fingers, already pumping away.

"N-no, not your fingers." A trembling hand grabs his wrist. "Your cock, I need it so badly, I need you to take care of my needs!"

The way Selkie stares in his eyes has him realize that they indeed just won't do, that he's better off fucking her here and then. She's so deep in the pit of need, his cock is the only way out for the both of them.

"Right, just, try not to be too loud," Kiragi says and frees his aching cock from his pants, already semi hard.

He can't lie, he wants to do her, shove her against the tree and fuck her needy twat until she's crying out his name in throes of ecstasy, and that's exactly what he's about to do.

Turning around, Selkie sticks her ass out, arousal running freely down her thighs as she turns her head back. "I can't wait anymore. Please, inside."

Kiragi seizes hold of her hips, and a shared groan leaves them as he pushes into her needy twat, growing hard in a second. The first thing that comes to him is just how hot her pussy is. The second is how she's so wet he doesn't need to take it slow, just start fucking without abandon from the get go.

Selkie soon finds herself biting down on every grunt and moan as his hips strike against her ass every blissful thrusts. "Yes. Yesss!" she hisses, her mouth starting to droop.

Kiragi can't be calm, not with how he's fucking her, the situation being too hectic for him to think straight. Yes, he's helping her, but there's more than just a small part of him that wants nothing but to fuck her silly, until she can't even form words.

Being deep in the woods proves to be a huge source of excitement for them both, the reckless thrills at the chance of being caught hanging in the back of their minds, the two aware of it, but not caring for it one bit. Just focused on this hard and fast fuck.

It all starts to bear down on their composure, the growing pressure breaking it down piecemeal. Kiragi digs his fingers into her waist, pushes her against him, starts being a little more vocal, breathing out swears amidst his grunts.

Selkie barely holds on to whatever shreds she has left, her head tossed back as every thrusts juts her forward with a mewl, has her head spin and her legs quake, leaves her in such a dizzy mess she can only pant out pleas for more. "Fuck. Yes. More! I love it."

He hasn't slowed down since the start. He should be getting tired, but he isn't, fueled by his lust and want, feeling the peak growing nearer only has him grow more hectic.

Selkie lets out a confused noise, soon replaced by a yelp when Kiragi stops and pulls out. Hands shifting from her hips to her chest, he pulls her up and turns her around, pushing her against the tree. Now looking her in the eyes, he hoist a leg up and resumes fucking her, forehead leaning against hers.

One arm wraps around his middle, the other at the back of his head and nestling into blue hair. "Kiragi, kiss, kiss-" They lock lips before she's even done speaking, Selkie pressing him further into it, her moans muffled.

Selkie breaks down first, an adorable sound leaving her as she loses control in her legs, held up only by him, and he fills her up with his release not a second later, giving out scant thrusts.

Molten thrills sizzling into warmth, he turns around, back against the tree and Selkie leaning into him. He holds her tight as they pant for breath, not saying a word.

Brushing some hair away, Kiragi leans down, and Selkie lets out a mewl as he nips the side of her neck. When he pulls back, a barely visible bite mark is there.

"There," he says with a coy smile. "Now we're even."

Selkie looks at him with a wide open smile, eyes screaming adoration. She giggles under her breath before nuzzling into his neck. "Aw, you're the best!"

A brisk gust of wind cuts their cuddling short, and Selkie shudders as Kiragi helps her fix her outfit.

The two make their way back to the castle grounds. Just before they split off, Kiragi taps her shoulder.

"One last thing, Selkie," he says.

"What is it?"

"You, me, my room, tonight." He winks. Selkie grows red in the face, but a smile crosses her face, and she winks back.

"See you there!"

The rest of the day proves to be uneventful, but he doesn't mind.

After all, tonight will more than make up for it.

Night has fallen, Kiragi lays in his bed wide awake, fingers idly tapping the back of his head. It's not that he can't fall asleep, he could do that right here and now if he wishes. It just so happens that he's waiting for a special someone to visit him.

His patience is soon rewarded as three knocks break the night's silence, and his heart grows as he gets up and walks to it, already blushing.

Sliding it open, the boy offers the girl before him warm smile, who smiles in return, blushing as well.

"Hey, Selkie."

"Hey, Kiragi."

They don't bother with more idle chat, both know exactly why she's here. They undress, and he sets her onto the bed then lies over her, the both of them still smiling as they stare each other down. "Do you need my help?" Kiragi still bothers to asks, and Selkie nods. "Yes, please."

He laces his hands with hers and bends down to claim her lips with his. The first of many things tonight has to offer.

...

Tonight's tryst proves to be so much more than what the day could have ever hoped to be, a closeness that couldn't be matched.

With the two of them having exhausted their last dregs of stamina, there's nothing more inviting than snuggling into the other's arms.

He guides her closer and locks both arms around her, Selkie snuggling into his chest.

"Same thing tomorrow?" she coos, looking up to him.

Kiragi nods. "Same thing tomorrow," he says. "And even when your heat's over, you're always welcome in my room."

Humming contently, Selkie settles into the crook of his neck, slumber soon whisking them away.

A/N: As always, leave a review telling me what you think!