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A sweet heat.

G'raha Tia has never been known to be anything other than a man focused on education and research, priotising his pursuit of knowledge over anything else. When the miqo'te experienced his first heat as a young Tia, he immedietely seeked out some sort of way to suppress the need to satisfy his cravings for a mate, and found a solution in a potion given to him by one of the local alchemists. As other male Seekers around him experienced their heats and laid with their mates every season, G'raha could be found with his head stuck in a book, blissfully unaware of the desires of the flesh.

It wasn't until after the events at the Crystal Tower that G'raha would slip up and forget about his concoction , for as the Crystal Exarch, he never needed it. As he became one with the tower, a lot of his more primitive needs were suppressed, including his heat and desire to bed a mate. So when he was finally returned to The First and had his old form back, the need for a suppressant was far forgotten by the ginger miqo'te. That is of course until one fateful day it hits him at the worst possible time and place.

In the empty library of The Studium, the Seeker could not shake the uneasy feeling in his body, something was amiss, and it frustrated the man deeply. He was struggling to read more than one sentence of the book in front of him and he could hardly even think clearly. At first he assumed he was falling ill, judging from the sweat forming on his body despite the cool temperature of the room. He was so focused on trying to figure out what was ailing him, that he failed to notice your presence enter the library, and as soon as your voice of greeting met his ears, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was not ill, no, he was being hit with a heat, and judging from how quickly he is loosing himself, it might be the worst heat he would ever experience.

G'raha looses his balance on the stool he was standing upon, and for a moment, wishes the ground would swallow him whole, not only was he making a fool of himself in front of the Warrior of Light, but now he had this damned heat fogging his brain and making it hard for him to focus and form coherent sentences.

As you rush to aid your miqo'te friend, panic flashes in his crimson eyes as he sees your form nearing him, kneeling beside him with concern written all over your face. He notices your attire and he blushes, you were wearing a simple tunic, nothing fancy, but to him? Oh to him you have never looked more beautiful.

"G'raha? Are you alright? I'm so sorry if I startled you. Did you get hurt at all?" Your sweet voice mixed with the adorable way your ears pulled back and your fluffy tail swayed back and forth in worry for the man made it incredibly difficult for him to focus. And as soon as the skin of your hands make contact with his arms, it shoots a bolt of electricity straight through his body and right to his cock. Luckily for him you are too focused on his wellbeing to notice the prominent bulge forming between his legs.

He can hardly hear your voice anymore, he's losing himself at a pace he cannot control and the only things flooding his mind is how good it feels to have your hands on him. He can smell you, and oh gods do you smell incredible to him. The scent of nature clings to your body, no doubt from all your adventuring you have been doing while away from him.

It doesn't take very long for you to notice something is very wrong with the man in front of you, and as you make eye contact with him, you are hyperaware of his pupils being the size of dinner plates. You notice the sheen of sweat covering his body and causing his clothing to cling to his muscular frame. Worry seeps into you as you realize you should probably find one of the healers to come and aid G'raha for whatever ails him. But as you move to leave the miqo's side, you suddenly find yourself on the floor, arms pinned above your head and crimson eyes staring you down.

"G-G'raha?" Gods the way you say his name, it makes the man burn with a passionate need for you the scream it as he's burying his cock inside you. Some part of G'raha is still hyper aware of what he is doing and some shame fills the man as he looks down upon your frame.

"I apologize (y/n)…you would forgive me…that I find myself in a very…difficult position right now." Confusion fills your face, ands its not until you feel the very obvious bulge of the man above you pushing against your thigh that you realize what is wrong with him. A blush explodes over your cheeks as your body heats up in response to having a male in heat so close to you. You would be lying to yourself if you say that you have not thought about this many times while you were alone in your chambers at night, and you were not about to let a perfectly good opportunity go to waste.

"Let me help you, G'raha." He looks down at you with wide eyes, not expecting you to be so understanding of the situation, much less offer to help him. Gods, did you even realize what you were offering the man, were you aware of how much of an effect it was having on him?

"My sweet warrior, always so eager to help those in need…but I…I shouldn't, this isn't right of me- I shouldn't be…taking advantage of you like this" As he rambles on and gathers himself for a second, he weakens his grip on your wrists, allowing you to break free and push him back onto the floor. Now it was your turn to pin the mans wrist above his head, years of being the Warrior of Light making this task incredibly easy. You stare down at the man beneath you, a coy smile on your face and your eyes hazy with lust.

"G'raha…please, let me help you, let me take care of you." As the words leave your mouth, you lean your head down and leave soft kisses upon his neck, pulling a gasp out of him as you do. "Will you allow me to give you the release you need?" As the words leave your mouth, G'raha can only stare at you and nod his head in agreement to your offer. You smile down at him as you release his wrists, now moving your hands down his body.

G'raha could swear that your touch was leaving a trail of fire upon his skin as your hands become familiar with his body. His senses were on high as his control was quickly faltering, leaving him with little choice on being still or compliant while you tease and torment him. It doesn't take him very long to assert control over the situation once more, with you pinned beneath him and his breathing heavy as his eyes stare into yours with one goal in mind. Although his brain is hazed with lust, he is still your G'raha, and something inside him allows to wait, as if asking for you to give consent to his plans for you. While you could easily regain the control over him, something primal within you is screaming at you to submit to G'raha, to give him the green light to ravish you as he wishes and leave you at his mercy, and Gods were you more than happy to obey the inner urge to do just that. Who are you to deny something you are both clearly desperate for? Something that you both crave carnally. Your yearning for the Scion has gone on long enough you would be a fool to deny not only yourself this, but to deny him of his needs.

"Do it, take me as you please, make me yours to keep, yours to breed." All restraint leaves his body as he hears you say that, he seizes the opportunity to capture your lips and kiss you with an inferno like passion that sends your senses into overdrive. You can feel his tongue becoming familiar with yours as the heat between you both was growing by the second. Nothing about this situation was gentle or slow anymore and you thank whichever Gods allowed the library to be empty at this hour, allowing you the privacy you both so desperately desired.

It wasn't long before both your and G'raha's clothing was long forgotten and discarded upon the floor of the library, leaving you both in your underwear. Your hands becoming one with every muscle on his body and his hands firmly placed on your hips as he pulls you close to him, turning his head to deepen the kiss. You suspect that he can feel your arousal for him through your underwear and your suspicions were confirmed the moment you felt his knee push between your thighs and a groan of satisfaction leaves lips.

"Look at you, so ready for me. Your body is screaming for me to touch you, hmm?" He smirks down at you, a glint in his eyes that makes you feel small and submissive, a side of him you have never seen before, and you honestly don't hate it. You love seeing him like this, the usually shy and bashful miqo now dominant and assertive, you would be lying if you said it wasn't making your pussy drip with desire.

There weren't a lot of moments that shocked you, but the moment the normally sweet and gentle G'raha Tia picked you up and pushed you against the wall was certainly one of them. The heat coming off of his body was igniting a heat in yours that made you crave this man deep inside you, and you did not have to wait long.

"Spreads your legs for me, my hero, let me show you how your body should be worshipped." As he borderline growls the instructions in your ears, you comply instinctively. G'raha smiles into your neck, his teeth grazing your neck and pulling out the sweetest whimper from your lips. Although he would never admit it, he was memorizing every little sound you were making, burning it into his memory for later use. As soon as G'raha pushed the tip of his cock inside of you, your body was set alight. You have had bedmates before this, but the feel of G'raha Tia being so intimate with you and being so close just felt so different - it felt right. And with every inch entering you, he was trying his best not to lose himself and fuck you senseless against this wall, he might have been lost in the haze of heat, but he still wanted his first time with you to be special, at least so he thought. The moment he was fully inside of you, your hands found their way into his hair and you let out a moan so sinfully addictive that G'raha would do anything to hear you make those sounds once again. He was so lost in the siren song of your moans that he almost didn't hear what you said.

"I know what you need and I want it just as badly, stop holding back and fuck me like you mean it Raha" You look into his eyes and he can see just how desperately you want him to ruin you, and he will never fully admit how much it effected him to see you - normally so compsed and proper - now feral and horny beyond belief. "Whatever you want my dear, I shall give it to you" and with that all restraints were off, he would no longer hold back from giving you what he truly wanted. As G'raha gets a better grip on your thighs with his fingers softly digging into the soft flesh, he starts pounding into you with no mercy. Your moans bounce off the walls of the library as you lose yourself in the feeling of his cock inside of you, and the way he seems to fill you so perfectly.

G'raha did not know the pleasures of fucking a miqo'te in his heat, but gods above did he regret not doing it sooner. He was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of your walls hugging him so tightly, your moans and whimpers sounding like heaven upon his ears. He was getting a rush out of it, knowing he was the one pleasing you like this, that he was the one finally getting to fuck you the way he has subconsciously fantasized about over the course of your friendship together.

He was peppering kisses all over your neck and collarbone, leaving tiny bites upon your skin, and occasionally sucking on the sensitive spots. He was marking you with love bites, a subtle sign that you belonged to him and he was proud that you would be wearing them on your skin for days to come. It did not take long for G'raha to feel you tightening around him, your moans becoming more urgent while you clawed at his back. He fully knew what this meant, he knew you were close and gods was he excited to watch you come undone on his cock.

"That's it my sweet warrior, cum for me, show me how much you love the feeling of me buried inside you" He was basically growling into your neck, his own thrusts becoming fast and sloppy, he was making it hard not to cum, for both you and him. And as your walls clamp down around him and your nails dig into his back, G'raha loses himself in the feeling, burying his cock into you, shooting ropes of cum deeply into you.

As you both come down from your highs, G'raha's mind finally clears of the heat, and as he stares down upon your face, and then your naked bodies joint together, he can't help but be embrassed. "F-Forgive me, I- I should not have gone so…I mean, you shouldn't have had to see me in such a state, I deeply apolo-" G'raha is cut off as you grab his face and kiss him passionately.

"Apologize for nothing, I wanted this as much as you did. And I must say, I do hope this won't be the last time either. You are a exceptional lover, G'raha Tia." The ginger miqo'te finds himself blushing and struggling to find the words to say. But as you two part from each other, he feels the urge to still have you near him, almost like he cannot get enough of you.

"Perhaps I could properly apologize by having you join me for a warm bath and taking care of you in there?" He smiles at you bashfully, blushing red as the suggestion leaves his lips. You smile back at him, cupping his face in your hands and running your thumbs over his cheeks.

"I would love nothing more~"

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