Heat – part 1



       Some time passed, things had finally settled on the Goetia manor, and everything seemed to be going back to normal when Fenir bolted upright in her modest quarters, her heart pounding like a war drum. The room spun for a moment, every scent assaulting her nostrils with brutal clarity –the faint lavender from Stolas’ study down the hall, the metallic tang of the manor’s ancient wards, even the earthy musk of the gardens outside. Her ears twitched at the slightest creak of floorboards, and her skin prickled with an unbearable heat that pooled low in her belly. She glanced down, her cock already half-hard and throbbing against her thigh, leaking a steady stream of precum that soaked her sheets.
       —Fuck. —She growled, claws digging into the mattress—.
       It hit her like a freight train: mating season. Hellhounds didn’t get subtle warnings; it crashed in, amplifying senses until the world was a haze of need and instinct. Every nerve screamed for release, for dominance, for knotting something warm and willing until it begged. And the worst part? Her mind flashed to Octavia –those soft feathers, her needy moans– and worse, Stella’s predatory smirk. No. She couldn’t risk it. Stella would exploit this like a demon in heat herself, turning Fenir into a toy for her twisted games.
       She dressed quickly, ignoring the insistent ache between her legs, and headed to Stolas’ study. The prince was poring over star charts; his feathers ruffled from a long night.
       —Your Highness. —Fenir said, voice rougher than usual—. I need to ask for a favour. Paid vacation. Starting now.
       Stolas looked up, concern flickering in his eyes.
       —Fenir? You look… flushed. Is everything alright?
       She shifted, tail lashing.
       —Mating season hit hard. Senses are off the charts. I can’t be here –around Octavia, or… anyone. I don’t want to hurt her.
       Stolas’ expression softened, paternal warmth shining through. He stood, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
       —Oh, my dear girl. I understand more than you know. Hell’s cycles can be merciless. Take the time you need –paid, of course. But promise me you’ll be safe out there. You’re like family to me, Fenir. I rescued you from those streets; I won’t see you lost again.
       Fenir nodded, a lump in her throat.
       —I promise. Thank you.
       Before leaving, she slipped into Octavia’s room. The princess was still asleep; feathers splayed like a dark halo. Fenir leaned down, brushing a kiss to her forehead, she wanted to do her right there and then, spread her legs, but she held back.
       —Via… I gotta go for a bit. I need to keep you safe.
       Octavia stirred, eyes fluttering open.
       —Fenir? Wait–!
       But Fenir was already at the door, heart aching.
       —I’ll be back soon. Love you.
       She vanished into the dawn, heading for the wilds beyond the city, where she could ride out the heat alone.
       
       ***
       
       Later that day, Camila arrived at the Goetia manor unannounced, her emerald feathers gleaming under the crimson sun. Stolas greeted her at the grand doors, his face lighting up with genuine warmth. Their bond was simple –mutual respect born from shared nobility, nothing tangled or romantic, just easy companionship in Hell’s chaotic court.
       —Camila! What a delightful surprise. —Stolas beamed, ushering her in—. To what do I owe this pleasure?
       She hugged him lightly, her sarong whispering against the marble floor.
       —Just checking on an old friend. How are you faring, Stolas? And the family? I had such a wonderful time with dear Octavia at the summit – she’s grown into quite the poised young lady.
       Stolas chuckled, leading her through the halls.
       —I’m well, thank you. The stars have been kind lately. Octavia’s thriving, though she’s been a bit withdrawn. Stella… well, you know Stella. Care for a stroll in the gardens?
       They wandered the manicured paths, chatting about infernal politics and old scandals. Stolas’ enthusiasm for his plants bubbled over as he excused himself.
       —I must tend to my carnivorous darlings –they get fussy without their morning feed. Make yourself at home!
       As he departed, Stella emerged from the shadows, her violet robe clinging to her curves. Her eyes narrowed knowingly.
       —Camila. Let me guess –you’re here for the hound.
       Camila smirked, crossing her arms.
       —Guilty. Where is she? I could use some… entertainment right the fuck now…
       Stella’s beak twisted in irritation.
       —Gone. Personal reasons, apparently. Stolas let her take vacation. The bitch didn’t even say goodbye.
       Camila’s feathers ruffled in disappointment, but Stella leaned in, voice dripping with malice.
       —Don’t fret. There’s still someone here to play with. Octavia’s all alone upstairs.
       Camila’s eyes gleamed.
       —Oh? Lead the way, darling.
       They found Octavia in the sunroom, lounging with a book, her lithe form in a simple black dress that hugged her hourglass figure. She looked up, startled.
       —Aunt Camila? Mom? What’s–
       Stella silenced her with a sharp glare.
       —Quiet, darling. Your aunt and I need some quality time with you.
       Before Octavia could protest, Camila pounced, pinning her to the chaise lounge. Her hands roamed greedily, squeezing Octavia’s full breasts through the fabric, thumbs circling her hardening nipples.
       —Mmmm, still so responsive. Remember the summit, niece? Time for round two.
       Octavia gasped, squirming.
       —Wait –Dad’s home! You can’t–
       Stella laughed coldly, hiking up Octavia’s dress to expose her lacy panties, already dampening.
       —Oh, we can. Camila, keep her quiet. I’ll handle Stolas if he wanders by.
       Camila obliged, crashing her beak against Octavia’s in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading possessively. She ground her thigh between Octavia’s legs, rubbing against her swelling clit through the thin fabric. Octavia moaned into the kiss, her body betraying her as arousal flooded her core.
       Stella watched hungrily, then slipped out to patrol the hall. Moments later, Stolas approached, humming.
       —Stella? Have you seen –oh, there you are! You look… dishevelled. Feathers all ruffled?
       Stella forced a smile, blocking his view.
       —Just a brisk walk. The wind’s fierce today. Go on with your plants, dear.
       He blinked but nodded.
       —Alright then. Shout if you need me!
       Stolas knew that was bullshit from a mile away, but when he smelled bullshit he also smelled problems. So, whatever she was up to, he wouldn’t ask a thing.
       As he left, Stella returned, finding Camila with her face buried between Octavia’s thighs. She’d torn the panties aside, her long tongue delving deep into Octavia’s slick folds, lapping at her gushing juices. Octavia’s legs trembled, talons digging into the cushions as she bit back cries.
       —Auntie –oh fuck, your tongue’s so deep!
       Camila slurped noisily, her beak pressing against Octavia’s clit, sucking hard while two fingers plunged inside, curling to hit that spongy spot. Octavia’s pussy clenched, squirting a hot stream that soaked Camila’s feathers.
       —That’s it, squirt for Auntie like the slut you are. —Camila growled, drinking it down—.
       Stella took her turn, shoving Camila aside.
       —My daughter, my rules. —She straddled Octavia’s face, grinding her dripping pussy against her beak—. Eat me, Via. Tongue-fuck Mommy’s pussy like you mean it.
       Octavia obeyed, her tongue thrusting up into Stella’s tight heat, tasting her musky arousal. Stella rode her face roughly, feathers ruffled as she pinched Octavia’s nipples, twisting them until the girl whimpered. Camila, not idle, fingered Octavia’s-soaked hole, three digits stretching her wide, thumb grinding her clit. Octavia’s hips bucked, another orgasm ripping through her, her walls spasming around Camila’s fingers.
       Stolas wandered back, carrying a potted plant.
       Camila, mid-lick of her fingers, froze but recovered, stepping out while Stella stayed hidden.
       Stolas simply kept walking while they crossed sights.
       Once gone, they resumed. Stella now scissoring against Octavia’s pussy, their clits grinding in wet, filthy slaps.
       —Feel that darling? Mommy’s pussy owning yours.
       Octavia moaned, her juices mixing with Stella’s in a slick mess. Camila joined, ribbing against Octavia’s thigh, her own orgasm building as she marked the girl with bites.
       Stolas peeked in again, confused at the non-stop grunting coming from the room, spotting ruffled feathers and hearing muffled moans.
       —Is… everything alright?
       Stella, mid-thrust, called out breathlessly.
       —Just… looking for something! Carry on!
       He shrugged comically.
       As he left, they climaxed together –Stella squirting over Octavia’s mound, Camila coating her thigh. Octavia lay spent, body trembling, feathers matted with cum.
       —Please… no more…
       Octavia lay sprawled on the sunroom chaise, her body a quivering wreck of feathers and fluids. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, panties discarded in a crumpled heap, her pussy still throbbing from the relentless assault. Cum and squirt glistened on her inner thighs, her clit swollen and hypersensitive. She panted, trying to catch her breath, but Stella and Camila weren’t done. Their eyes burned with predatory hunger, feathers dishevelled from the frenzy, their own pussies dripping with unsatisfied need.
       —Look at her. —Camila purred, circling the chaise like a shark—.
       Her sarong had slipped off completely, revealing her glistening emerald folds, labia puffy and slick. She trailed a claw down Octavia’s heaving breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to draw a whimper.
       —Such a perfect little toy. But we’re not finished playing, are we, Stella?
       Stella’s violet robe hung open, her heavy breasts heaving with each breath, nipples erect like dark pearls. She grabbed Octavia’s chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.
       —No, darling. Mommy and Auntie need more. Get on your knees.
       Octavia obeyed weakly, sliding to the floor, her knees sinking into the plush rug. The scent of their arousal filled the air –musky, intoxicating, making her head spin. Camila stepped forward first, spreading her legs wide and shoving Octavia’s face into her crotch.
       —Lick me clean, niece. Taste how wet you made me.
       Octavia’s tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at Camila’s-soaked entrance. The flavour exploded on her taste buds –salty-sweet, with a tang of her own earlier squirt mixed in. She delved deeper, her beak pressing against Camila’s clit as her tongue thrust inside, curling to scoop out every drop. Camila moaned loudly, hips grinding forward, fucking Octavia’s face with rhythmic bucks.
       —Deeper, you little whore. Tongue-fuck me like you mean it!
       Stella watched, fingering her own dripping slit, two claws plunging in and out with wet squelches.
       —That’s my girl. Make your auntie cum again.
       She knelt behind Octavia, spreading her daughter’s ass cheeks wide to expose her puckered hole. Without warning, Stella spat on it, then shoved a finger inside, twisting roughly. Octavia yelped into Camila’s pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through her aunt.
       —Oh, fuck yes! —Camila gasped, talons digging into Octavia’s scalp as she rode her tongue harder—.
       Stella added a second finger to Octavia’s ass, scissoring them to stretch her tight ring, while her free hand reached around to rub Octavia’s clit in furious circles. Octavia’s body betrayed her again, hips bucking back onto Stella’s fingers as fresh arousal leaked from her.
       Camila’s thighs clamped around Octavia’s head as she climaxed, squirting a hot gush straight into her niece’s open mouth. Octavia choked, swallowing what she could, the excess dripping down her chin onto her breasts.
       —Drink it all, slut! —Camila snarled, holding her in place until the last spasm—.
       Stella pulled her fingers free with a pop, then flipped Octavia onto her back.
       —My turn. —She straddled her daughter’s chest, pinning her arms with her knees, and lowered her sopping pussy onto Octavia’s beak—. Open wide, Via. Mommy’s going to fuck your pretty face until you drown in me.
       Octavia’s tongue thrust up obediently, probing Stella’s clenching walls. Stella rode her hard, hips slamming down, her ass cheeks slapping against Octavia’s cheeks with each grind.
       —Deeper –yes, right there! Suck my clit, you filthy girl! —Stella’s juices flooded Octavia’s mouth, coating her tongue in thick essence—.
       Camila, not one to watch idly, positioned herself between Octavia’s spread legs. She aligned their pussies, labia kissing in a wet slide, then began throbbing with feral intensity. Her clit ground against Octavia’s, sending electric jolts through both.
       —Feel that niece? Auntie’s pussy owning yours.
       Camila’s movements were brutal, hips pistoning like a machine, their slick folds squelching obscenely. Octavia’s body arched, her own clit throbbing as another orgasm built.
       Stella leaned forward, capturing Camila’s beak in a sloppy kiss, their tongues duelling as they used Octavia beneath them.
       —She’s so tight against me. —Camila moaned into Stella’s beak—. Gonna make her squirt again.
       —Do it. —Stella growled, pinching Octavia’s nipples while riding her face faster—.
       Octavia’s muffled cries vibrated into her mother’s core, pushing Stella over the edge. She came with a shriek, flooding Octavia’s mouth and nose with hot squirt, forcing her to gulp it down or choke.
       Camila followed, her throbbing reaching a frenzy. She ground down hard, clit to clit, until Octavia shattered –her pussy convulsing, squirting in arcs that soaked Camila’s feathers and the rug below.
       —Yes! Drench me, you little cum slut!
       The women laughed breathlessly. But they weren’t done yet. Stella hauled Octavia up by her hair after their climax for her next instruction.
       —Not done yet, darling. Bend over the chaise.
       Octavia complied, ass in the air, pussy and hole exposed and dripping. Camila grabbed a nearby candle –thick, phallic– from the table.
       —Let’s stretch her properly. —She coated it in their mixed juices, then pressed it against Octavia’s asshole, pushing in slowly—.
       Octavia gasped, the intrusion burning then blooming into pleasure. —Auntie– it’s too big!
       —Your slut girlfriend is bigger. You can take it. —Camila hissed, thrusting the candle deeper, fucking her ass in steady strokes—.
       Stella knelt in front, forcing Octavia’s beak onto her clit.
       —Suck while she reams you.
       Octavia obeyed, tonguing Stella’s clit as the candle pistoned in her ass, stretching her walls deliciously. Camila added fingers to Octavia’s pussy, four now, fisting her shallowly.
       —Feel that? Auntie’s hand owning your cunt while I fuck your ass.
       The dual penetration overwhelmed Octavia –her body clenching, another orgasm crashing as she squirted around Camila’s wrist. Stella came again, grinding on her tongue.
       They continued for hours –Stella and Camila taking turns fisting Octavia’s pussy, making her eat their asses, throbbing in a chain where Octavia’s face was buried in one while the other fucked her from behind. By the end, Octavia was a boneless, cum-drenched mess, holes gaping and leaking, body marked with bites and claw scratches.
       —Until Fenir returns. —Stella purred, kissing Camila goodbye—. We’ll have to make do with this one.
       Camila licked her lips.
       —She’s a feast. Can’t wait for more.
       Octavia collapsed, spent and humiliated, as the manor fell silent –save for Stolas’ oblivious humming in the distance.
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