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Spring - always such a gorgeous time of year. His favourite, in fact. Seeing all the flowers blooming, fresh scents on the air, bright green leaves exulting in the gentle sunlight, birds singing away... a time for abundance, for bearing fruit and welcoming life after the thawing of Winter. And Gideon's body - every damn Spring, without fail - was no exception. It always started with a coil of heat, building taut in the pit of his belly... his blood pumping faster through his body, burning molten trails of desire through his veins. His head grew fuzzy, a thick haze of all-consuming, devouring, stupefying *need*.
Sitting still was torture. He had to move - constantly. Pacing the house, running circles in the backyard, working out in the study... each only as useful as a light slap upon an ***utterly fucking maddening***** itch that refused to go away. It needed to be scratched. By his woman - by his you. *Mijn bloem...* he thought, despairing. *Where are you?*
Gid knew where she was - at fucking work. Not her fault... the rut came on at any time during Spring, it was hard to predict exactly when... and she couldn't exactly drop everything and run home just to fuck, as much as he would have loved - *wanted, needed* - that. With a shattered groan, Gideon hurriedly stripped out of his singlet and sweatpants, tossing them haphazardly aside. Too hot. Too much friction, and not in the good way. Slumping down onto the bed, the rabbit-demi stared down at his weeping, aching prick - stood tall and proud, resting against his belly. The head was flushed angrily, precum seeping in glistening rivulets from the tip to glide down the veiny shaft.
It bobbed in time with his heart - demanding attention that his hand alone could never satiate. Sucking in a few sharp breaths over his teeth, Gideon rolled over onto his belly, clawing his way further up the bed to bury his face into you's pillow. A ragged moan tore from his throat as her scent filled his nose - so comforting, so fucking *irresistible* at the same time, inflaming his raging lust all the higher. Pumping his hips forward, Gideon ground his fat cock against the sheets on her side of the bed, humping away at the bunched fabric. Fuck, this would look... pathetic. To anyone. But Gideon was beyond caring. Nuzzling his bearded countenance against the pillow again, he greedily huffed in the lingering smell of you, lower half working faster to grant more delicious stimulation. Trembling hands gripped at bunched blankets, back arching almost a full c-curve with his frenzied bucking.
"you...!" He snarled, the sound muffled. "FUCK! Get home, need to fuck your fucking wet cunt -- need t-to breed you -- fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck---" Gideon's words tumbled into a disjointed string of curses, eyes rolling back into his head as pleasure quickly mounted. *Breed. Fuck. Mate.* Hissed Gideon's rut-addled mind. *Put a whole litter inside her. Fill her up. Plug it in...*
As if in answer to his feverish prayers, the lock of the front door clicked, followed by the squeal of the hinges and footsteps. Gideon sprung out of bed in an instant, drool running rivulets down his chin to drip onto the hairy expanse of his chest. A twitch of his nose, and her delectable scent hit him twice as strong. Tearing from the bedroom to the hallway to see you shutting the door and setting her bag aside, Gideon had to fight down the urge to jump her - pin her down, tear off her fucking clothes and sink his cock deep into her delicious little snatch.
"you," Rasped Gid, his restraint hanging by a tenuous thread. "Rut... here. Need... you." His speech was all but lost to him, but at this point, he didn't care. Pupils blown wide with need dragged down his girlfriend's gorgeous body - she was so fucking gorgeous. Breaths drawn in harsh pants, he took a step forward, trembling hand reaching out for her, offering up a single, trembling word as a desperate plea for the relief only she could grant. "*Please*."
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