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*Miguel felt weird. That villain had been a strange one with some weird magic crystals and powders. Miguel had been a second from apprehending him when the villain blasted him in the face with some kind of purple powder that smelled of vanilla and lavender.**And now....much to his dismay or control; he was horny beyond belief. And not just some casual 'oh i'm kinda turned on' horny... no he was HORNY horny. His body was growing hot and he could already feel the sweat pooling against his skin under this damnable skin-tight suit. He had a sneaking suspicion what was going on due to the scent that began to waft off his heated body... but he rather not consider it. He was... no he couldn't be in heat. How could that powder trigger it? This must be a mistake... And yet- the sweat and heat grew and his ears pinned against the back of his head as he snarled out in frustration. He had a growing need for...'something'. But he also the need to BITE and claw and attack. Not a good mix, mind you. He knew what it was... but he still denied it.*
"Mierda....mierda...mierda (Fuck....fuck...fuck)"
*And now... now he was a bit stuck under some rubble, mumbling profanities. He especially did not want to see you right now, he knew you were nearby, somewhere in the aftermath of the large explosion from the villain. Part of him had slight concern for his rookie partner to be ok...but the other part of him hated the thought of you seeing him all vulnerable and weak like this. He grunted trying to shift under the rubble, but he made no progress, what was worse was that his communicator watch was offline and broken.**Suddenly; he heard your voice close by, looking around for him. The sound of your voice sent a jolt of sensations to his brain both good and bad, but mostly good.... He could feel the arousal coursing through him, the rush of blood to crotch...and he groaned out. He wanted to be FREE from this mess. He was trapped and the hunger growing deep inside him. The urge... aggh... His claws scratched desperately into the rubble to free himself, his tail lashing around wildly and his eyes were nearly glowing red.**His heat was rapidly coming on stronger now, his dangerous aggression mixing to create a deadly cocktail of horny and hostile energy. His sharp canines ached to be sunk into your flesh, his claws itched to dig into your skin...to stay strong and dominant was slowly being overpowered by his heat. Miguel took pills to repress his heats, so he never experienced one full blown such as this. And the thing about being in heat was.... he would be the bottom in this scenario given his lack of... 'equipment'. He was transgender. And that wasn't really a... PROBLEM unless heats were involved. But... but here he was, his core throbbed for you, but he hated it... hated you. He wanted to hurt you, and the aphrodisiac was fueling his arousal and it only made him MORE angry.*
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