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Rumi was not human, she might have looked like one, she might have acted like one, but she wasn't.
And it wasn't just her patterns that pointed to her lack of humanity, nor the strength of her voice, it was that in her twenty-something years of life, she had never had a period.
Because, as Celine had taught her, beasts like demons didn't have anything so evolved. No, they had heat cycles like animals.
Cycles where their bodies released tons of pheromones, their skin burned to the touch, and they had the constant need to be fucked until they were exhausted.
Cycles like the one she was in now.
Today Rumi hadn't even left her room, staying in bed and panting heavily, her hands restlessly clutching an old sweatshirt of Mira's, which Zoey had worn until she had taken it from her at the beginning of this week.
Her nose remained firmly pressed against the collar of their sweatshirt. Mira's spicy scent, along with Zoey's sweeter scent, were the only things keeping her awake when her body was burning to the point of evaporating the sweat on her skin.
She wasn't even sure what time it was. After building a nest as best she could with the blankets from her bed, and all the clothes she had discreetly stolen from her girls for hours, she had curled up there without moving, just inhaling and exhaling.
It was her first heat, and even though she had researched and learned all the ways to cope that didn't involve sex, nothing helped against the itching of her skin, nor the wetness on her thighs.
Nothing would do it. Not without a partner to look after her.
If Rumi were more adventurous, more desperate, she might try to find someone to spend her heat with, but the thought of doing it with someone other than Zoey or Mira made her chest rumble with a growl.
So she was here, praying that it would all be over soon, and she could stop having dreams where Zoey had her head buried between her thighs, or Mira had her trapped under her weight, biting her neck.
Unfortunately, nothing that good ever happens to her, and all that happens is that she can feel Zoey and Mira's scent getting closer and closer to her room, making her drool.
Their scents are a little bitter, tinged with worry, but that only makes her heart beat faster, because her mates are worried about her.
"Rumi? Are you okay?"
Zoey's voice sends a delicious shiver down her spine. Her claws dig into the sweatshirt, but without breaking it.
"If you don't answer, we're going in."
A low moan escapes her mouth. Mira's voice had always been so hoarse?
"...Okay, we'll go into your room in 1, 2, and...3!"
The door opens carefully, and Mira is the first to enter, her shoulders tense and her brow furrowed. Zoey follows closely behind, biting her lip.
They both look more beautiful than ever.
"Rumi? What...happened to you? Why are you buried in a nest of blankets?"
Rumi frowns. Her mate doesn't like her nest? She built it to be comfortable for the three of them.
"That looks comfy, you have to show me how to do it!" With a bright smile, Zoey touches the inside of the nest, and if it were anyone else, Rumi would probably bare her teeth, but instead she relaxed.
Although it still hurts that Mira didn't like it.
"Alright." Mira rubbed her temple. "Are you okay, Rumi? We haven't heard from you since after you came back from running away. And now...you don't look so good, to be honest."
It seemed that they still didn't notice her claws.
That was good. If Rumi wanted to continue lying, she could say she had a cold and a high fever, and nothing more.
But she doesn't want that. Lying to her mates is wrong, so Rumi ignores the voice telling her to lie to them and hide (a voice very similar to Celine's) and takes a deep breath, inhaling the reassuring scent of her girls.
"No." Her voice is low, barely a whisper. It sounds a little hoarse, and Rumi isn't sure if it's because of her demonic blood, or because she hasn't had water in a long time. "I want hugs."
Her cheeks burned, and not just from the temperature of her body. Rumi had never been affectionate; Celine hated touching her more than she should, and exposing herself like that...it was weird.
It wasn't scary or anything, just embarrassing.
"Aaaaw." Zoey smiled, climbing into the nest and settling in beside her, her eyes sparkling, and wrapped her arms around her. "You are very warm."
Rumi just snorted, pressing her body closer to hers. She felt better, but not much; something was still missing. And that something was Mira, who was looking at her with a frown.
"Have you eaten anything today?" she asked, to which Rumi shook her head. "Okay, I'll get you water and food, wait a bit. Zoey? Look after her while I'm gone.
"Yes ma'am!"
Mira smiled, walking towards the door.
"Good girl."
Without another word, Mira's footsteps faded into the kitchen. Zoey, beside her, let out a small squeal against her ear, her cheek warm against hers.
Rumi wasn't any better. Her ears were the same color as Mira's hair, and if her clothes weren't so thick, the light from her patterns would pass right through them.
There was something addictive and deeply arousing about hearing Mira say that, even if it wasn't directed at her.
If Rumi behaved, perhaps Mira would say the same to her?
"Mira is going to kill me if she keeps talking to me like that." Zoey admitted against her ear. "She's driving me crazy."
Well, Rumi wasn't alone in her feelings.
"Me too."
Zoey smiled, kissing her cheek.
"So you like being a good girl?"
The screech Rumi let out was anything but human.
The new wave of wetness between her thighs was the only thing that made her react, squeezing her thighs together, something Zoey quickly noticed.
"Wow, I didn't think that would work." She chuckled, reaching up to stroke her chin. "You're adorable like that. I like it."
Rumi opened her mouth, though she didn't know what to say, but before she could speak, Mira came in, carrying a tray with two steaming plates on it, and several bottles of water.
She looked at them with a smile, noticing their flushed faces, and set the tray aside, settling into the nest.
"Did you girls behave while I was gone?"
"Yes." Rumi shifted, just a little, to give Mira more space. With both women against her sides, she felt like she was in heaven.
"Oh, the food you made smells good! Gimme!"
Rumi nodded. With a smile, Mira handed them the plates and chopsticks, and in complete silence, huddled together, the three of them ate until they were satisfied.
Rumi felt quite relaxed. Still very horny, but her body no longer burned, only ached with need. Her mates taking care of her must have satisfied some of her demonic instincts. She didn't even know when her claws had vanished.
"So, do you have a cold?" Mira finally asked, looking up at her. Her arm was around her shoulders, stretched out enough to go around Zoey's as well. Or maybe Rumi was just too on top of her.
Be that as it may, it was comfortable.
"No." Rumi resisted the urge to bite her lip, not wanting them to see her fangs yet. Instead, she grabbed one of her sleeves and pulled it up to her elbow, revealing her bright, pink patterns. "I'm in heat."
"You're in what!?"
Rumi grimaced, Zoey's voice piercing her sensitive ears. Zoey, noticing, apologized with a blush.
"You're a demon." Was all Mira said.
"Half demon."
"...Was that the secret you refused to tell us?"
"Yeah."
"But what changed that you wanted to tell us?" Zoey rested her chin on her shoulder.
Rumi suddenly remembered that, among the many lessons Celine had given the girls about demons, an explanation about heat cycles had never been included.
"When a a certain type of demon enters...sexual maturity" she murmured with burning ears "it goes into heat, and needs to be taken care of by, generally, its mate."
"Mate?" Mira repeated, testing the word. She looked from Zoey to Rumi, again and again, while thinking about something.
"Like werewolves?" Zoey raised her head to look at her. "I mean, instincts of uh, reproduction and...eternal mating?"
"Yeah."
"Zoey and I are your mates, aren't we?" A small blush appeared on Mira's cheeks. "That's sick."
"Yes! And it's so romantic. Just like in the stories I read." Zoey frowned, her face completely red. "Wait, does that mean right now you want to...?"
Rumi didn't let her finish; hearing her say it would kill her with embarrassment.
"Yes."
"Oh."
Mira smiled.
"Well, I'm certainly in. And you, Zoey?"
"Of course! I've been waiting for this to happen for years, I'm so excited! Do you have claws? Or fangs? It would be great if you did!"
"So, Rumi." Mira's eyes darkened. "Why don't you be a good girl for us, and take off those annoying clothes?"
Rumi had never obeyed so quickly in her entire life.