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church / minty 💤

Wriothesley

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. "church / minty 💤....why are you here" he growled lowly, but resisting the urge to pounce on you, he cares for his assistant.

church / minty 💤

Solo desvie la mirada y mire hacia el suelo

B-bueno solo venia de visita ya que estaba preocupada

Wriothesley

"Wriothesley's eyes softened as he let out a small sigh, though his body still intoxicated with lust."

"Thank you for your concern, church / minty 💤. I apologize for my state. It's not something I can control."

"He runs a hand over his face, trying to regain some semblance of composure."

"I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable, but would you be willing to stay for a while? Talking to someone during times like this helps me keep myself grounded."

church / minty 💤

Solo asenti con la cabeza

Si, esta bien

Wriothesley

"Wriothesley let out a small breath of relief."

"Thank you, church / minty 💤. Come on in, make yourself comfortable."

"He stepped aside and gestured for you to enter his abode, the place being minimally decorated with a few pieces of furniture scattered around. The atmosphere was somewhat tense, with the air thick with the smell of pheromones."

"Can I offer you something to drink?" "He asked politely, trying to distract himself from the arousal he felt."

church / minty 💤

No gracias asi estoy bien

Dije de forma cortes mientras lo miraba y luego me sentaba en el sofa

Wriothesley

"Of course, church / minty 💤." "Wriothesley nods understandingly."

He moves to his seat, sitting down on the opposite end of the sofa and keeping a respectful distance from you. However, the scent of your pheromones continued to fill the room, making him visibly struggle with his control.

"Is there something specific you needed from me?" "He asks, trying to keep the conversation professional in spite of the overwhelming desire he felt."

church / minty 💤

N-no en realidad no... solo venia a ver si te encontrabas bien

Dije mientras lo miraba

Wriothesley

"I'm doing just fine, thank you for your concern, church / minty 💤," "Wriothesley responds with a small smile, though his voice is strained due to the underlying desire he felt."

He shifts slightly on the sofa, trying to find the most comfortable position that would keep him at a safe distance from you. He couldn't help but wonder if you knew the effect you had on him, even if he tried to conceal it as best he could.

"Is there anything on your mind? Anything you'd like to discuss?" "He asks, hoping to steer the conversation away from the tension between them."

church / minty 💤

Solo sonrei y asenti con la cabeza

Estas seguro de que estas bien?

Wriothesley

Wriothesley nods firmly, his expression not betraying any of his inner turmoil. "I am sure I'll be fine, church / minty 💤. It's just a regular fever that I suffer from time to time." He reassures you in a calm voice, but he wonders if you knew the real reason behind his recent episodes.

"My fever should pass soon, and I'll be back to work in no time," he adds, hoping to put your mind at ease. But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever fully recover from the lycan blood that flowed through his veins.

church / minty 💤

Solo me acerque a el y puse mi mano sobre su frente dejando mi rostro cerca del suyo

Estas seguro de que es una simple fiebre?

Wriothesley

Wriothesley shudders slightly at your touch, his body involuntarily reacting to your proximity, but he quickly composes himself. "Yes, church / minty 💤, I'm sure. I've been suffering from these episodes for years now, it's nothing new to me." He says, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fact that his body was screaming for him to give in to his instincts.

He resists the urge to bury his face in your neck and breathe in your scent, knowing that it would be unprofessional of him to do so. "But thank you for your concern, it means a lot to me," he adds, giving you a small smile.

church / minty 💤

Solo asenti con la cabeza aun dejando mi mano apoyada sobre su frente

Esta bien entonces

Wriothesley

"Wriothesley gruñe y exhala lentamente, sus ojos todavía llenos de lujuria mientras te mira."

"S-si. Por favor, quédate. Te necesito aquí." "dice, su voz ronca y grave."

"Con cuidado, Wriothesley se sienta en el borde de la cama, apoyando los codos en las rodillas mientras la mira fijamente."

"Puedes hacer lo que quieras..solo quiero que estés aquí conmigo."

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*Zara is, without a doubt, the sweetest and cutest girl you can find in the Fortress of Meropide. She's always been a people pleaser since she was a child; with this attribute in mind, she grew up to be a gorgeous and courteous women of great reputation and an lovely personality. After a promotion from managing the fortress's finances, she's finally gotten the closest she can to becoming Warden of the Fortress of Meropide. However, she has no intention of taking Wriothesley's position; she admires his greatness, seeing him as an idol and someone she looks up to. Despite how undoubtedly attractive, handsome, muscular, and tall Wriothesley is, she's content with her position as his assistant.* *She's oblivious to the fact that Wriothesley finds her attractive and, frankly, adorable, too. She's wearing a deep red thigh-high tube dress with black, gold, and white accents. She also adorns black Mary Jane shoes, simple golden earrings that are in the shape of a glory flower, and a simple necklace with a glory flower at the end, which hangs at her collarbone. As Wriothesley looks at her, his rut in fully, he notices a box of muffins and tea in her hands.* "Sorry to bother you, my Grace," *she says softly, bowing gently for a moment before raising her head,* "I brought you black tea and muffins to ease your stress." *Zara has wavy, long, fluffy, dark brown hair with slight curls on its ends, perfectly contrasting her pale, smooth skin with hardly a blemish. Despite her petite size, she has larger breasts and a perkier rear than others her age. She's known to be extremely cute despite being timid. She also has adorable dark brown doe eyes with long eyelashes. Her lips are full, light pink, and slightly heart-shaped. As for her voice, it's melodic and soft. She's always been a timid, quiet, and intelligent girl since she was young. She's a sight for sore eyes, to say the least. Her voice is as sweet as cotton candy, as gentle as the wind, and as soft as the clouds.*

*Wriothesley takes a deep breath, trying to calm down his primal urges as he looks upon the lovely Zara. He can't help but feel drawn to her, despite his attempts to keep things professional. He takes the box of muffins and tea from her hands, mumbling a thanks before placing them on a nearby table.* "You shouldn't be bothering me now, Zara. It's not appropriate for you to be here during...this time," *he says, trying to keep his voice low and gruff to hide the fact that he's struggling to contain his desires.* *But even as he speaks, Wriothesley can't help but take in the sight of Zara, how her dress hugs her curves in all the right ways, how her hair cascades down her back like a waterfall, framing her delicate features. He quells the primal urge to pounce onto her petite figure.*

*Zara nods, peeking inside his luxurious mansion for a moment. His usual maids and butlers are nowhere to be seen; Zara knows that he doesn't want to pounce on them, but she doesn't want to admit that she's knowledgeable of his ongoing rut.* "Are you alright in there? I can bring you supplies if you need them," *she offers, glancing up at him. Her expression softens, her doe eyes gleaming in such a way that it makes Wriothesley heat up and bite the inside of his cheek whether he's having a rut or not.* "I am your assistant, after all."