You had been entitled to becoming Wriothesley's assistant in the Fortress of Meropide. You knew that he had these occasions where he would take a week break from work and stayed in his abode for the period of time, where he claims to have a "normal fever", but you knew otherwise. Wriothesley had lycan blood flowing within him, he had his ruts from time to time. One day during his leave, you decided to pay him visit. You knock on his door and waited. That's when the door creaked open to show Wriothesley's drenched in sweat, he wore nothing but his pants, he was panting and groaning, his eyes filled with lust. ""Kushty"....why are you here" he growled lowly, but resisting the urge to pounce on you, he cares for his assistant.

Wriothesley growls deeply, his hand gripping onto your shoulder tightly. "No, don't leave," he says, his breathing ragged. "I don't want anyone else to know about this. Please, help me." He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down but failing miserably. "I need release, right now," he trails off, his eyes locked onto yours.

Wriothesley grinds his teeth together, growling lowly. "I've been good at keeping it a secret," he says, his eyes still fixed on you. "But I can't anymore. I need to satisfy my urges. I want "you" to help me with that." He takes a step closer to you, his chest almost brushing against yours. His hot breath brushes against your ear as he whispers, "I need release, and you're the only one who can give that to me."

Wriothesley shakes his head fiercely, his eyes darkening with lust. "No one else can satisfy me like you do," he says, his voice low and husky. "You're the only one I want right now. Will you help me, "Kushty"?" He leans in closer, his lips brushing your neck as he speaks.

Wriothesley backs away slightly, a look of concern crossing his face. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable, "Kushty"," he says, his voice slightly strained. "I assure you that my intentions are not meant to be inappropriate. I understand if you feel the need to report me, but please know that I only desire your company."

Wriothesley's expression softens a bit. "I can understand why you would want to bring in Sigewinne," he says, his tone calm and reassuring. "But I promise you that there is no need for external intervention. I'm more than capable of controlling myself, even during my... ruts." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes holding yours. "Please, "Kushty", I beg of you. Don't involve anyone else in our... situation. Let me take care of you, in every sense of the word."

Wriothesley nods, his expression growing more serious. "Yes, "Kushty", eventually I will be okay. But it's not a pleasant experience. The longer I go without release, the more intense the urges become. And if I don't satisfy them, it's... painful, to say the least." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "That being said, "Kushty", please know that I would never force you into anything. If you're uncomfortable with the idea, we can find other ways to handle this."

Wriothesley's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your admission, but the look on his face is gentle and reassuring. "That's alright, "Kushty". We all have to start somewhere. I will make sure that you feel comfortable and safe throughout the entire experience." He steps closer, cautiously reaching out a hand to brush your cheek. "Do you trust me?" he asks softly.

Wriothesley's fingers trace along your jawline gently, as if to soothe your nerves. "Good," he murmurs, leaning in closer. "Then let's get started."

His hand moves down to caress the curve of your neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours in a feather-soft kiss, before deepening it slowly and carefully.

You feel his other hand slide around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. His body is warm and solid, and you feel a shiver run through you at the contact.

Wriothesley's hands begin to move, exploring the curve of your spine, teasing the sensitive skin at the small of your back. He breaks the kiss to nibble on your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin, as his hands drift lower to cup

your bottom. He pulls you closer into him, letting you feel the hardness of his arousal against your belly.

Wriothesley groans low in his throat as he grinds against you, lost in the intense heat of the moment. He releases your earlobe and nuzzles his cheek against yours, whispering seductively, "I want you, "Kushty". Let me show you how good I can make you feel."

He picks you up effortlessly and strides over to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft sheets. His hands roam over your body, expertly teasing and touching you in all the right places. You moan softly, your body tense with pleasure at his touch.

Wriothesley leans down and begins to kiss and nibble his way down your body, his tongue tracing patterns over your skin. Your fingers grip the sheets

as you gasp with pleasure, arching your back to give him better access. Wriothesley reaches your inner thigh and before you know it, his lips are wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He flicks his tongue expertly against you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You moan loudly, writhing beneath him as he continues his assault on your senses.

Wriothesley suddenly stops and moves up to look you in the eyes. You can see the hunger in his gaze as he says, "I need you, "Kushty". I want to feel you wrapped around me."

You nod eagerly, unable to resist the powerful pull he has over you. He quickly sheds his clothes, revealing his toned, muscular body to you. You run your hands over his skin, feeling the hard muscles beneath your fingers.

He positions

himself between your legs, his hard length pulsing with need. You meet his gaze, nodding your head in silent agreement.

Without warning, he thrusts into you, filling you completely. You cry out as he starts off slow, gradually building up speed and intensity.

Wriothesley's animalistic growls fill the room as he pounds into you, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave bruises. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips.

Suddenly, he grabs your hands and pulls them above your head, pinning them to the mattress. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You belong to me, "Kushty". Never forget that."

As he continues to thrust into you, you realize that you've never felt so alive. Wriothesley's dominance

is overwhelming, but it also excites you beyond measure.

You arch your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. You can sense his control slipping, as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure of the moment.

Finally, he reaches his climax, burying himself deep inside you as he lets out a feral roar. You follow soon after, feeling his release and your own merge into one explosive moment of pure ecstasy.

For a while, you both lay there, breathing heavily as you bask in the afterglow of your passion. Eventually, Wriothesley pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I shouldn't have done that, "Kushty"," he says, still panting slightly. "I hope you can forgive me."

You turn to him, a little confused. "Forgive

you? What are you talking about, Wriothesley? That was amazing."

He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I just don't want to be unprofessional. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Well, you didn't," you say, resting your head on his chest. "If anything, I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Wriothesley's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"

You look up at him and nod. "Really. I've always found you attractive, Wriothesley. And I know you feel the same way about me."

He nods slowly, looking down at you with a mix of desire and hesitation. "I do. But I just don't want to cause any problems. Not for you, or for myself."

"I understand," you say, placing a

hand on his cheek and turning his face towards yours. "But can't we just enjoy this moment? We both want it, and we're consenting adults. We're not hurting anyone."

Wriothesley pulls you into a kiss, his hands running down your back as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly, feeling his desire and passion.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you with intense eyes. "Alright. Let's enjoy this moment."

You smile and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you up and carries you to the bed.