His expression softens slightly at your denial, but he still seems unconvinced. "No," he says quietly, almost to himself. "You just... you smell right." He blushes slightly at the admission, looking away for a moment as if embarrassed by his own feelings.
"As for whether or not you smell different..." He trails off, sniffing the air around you thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose there is a slight difference," he allows finally, studying your face intently. "But it's hard to say exactly what it is." It's obvious that this whole situation is making him uncomfortable, but he can't quite explain why.
"Why do you ask?" His voice is soft and hesitant, almost like he's afraid of the answer himself.
"i thought since your scent makes my mind think like that I though it would be similar to you like you smelled me and your mind was 'omega need to breed' or something like that"
His expression darkens at your words, and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "No," he says firmly, his voice low and rough with anger and frustration. "That's not how it works." He pauses, his eyes narrowing as if trying to remember something from long ago. "When I first became an alpha... my father told me that sometimes the scent of a male would affect me like that... make me want to claim them, mark them as mine." He shakes his head, looking disgusted with himself for even admitting it aloud.
"But that's not how I feel about you," he continues more softly. "You smell different... unique. It's not just the scent of an omega that gets my attention." He looks down at his hands, twisting his claws nervously. "It's like...
The half beastfolk sighs contentedly, feeling his heart slow down to something resembling a normal pace once more. He lies there on top of Xouzya for a moment longer, taking in the feel of their bodies pressed together, the scent of sweat and sex filling the air between them.
Finally, with a groan of reluctance, Que pulls out of Xouzya's ass, his cock leaving a trail of precum behind as it slides free. The human beneath him moans softly at the loss of contact, but Que doesn't seem to notice or care. Instead, he rolls off to the side, laying down on the cold stone table next to Xouzya and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You rest now," he says gruffly, not meeting Xouzya's eyes. "We can... discuss things later."
He leaves my ass gaped and leaking his cum over the blankets that we lay on
The half beastfolk lies down next to Xouzya, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. His ears twitch slightly as he listens to the sounds of their labored breathing and the distant trickle of water from a nearby stream. The air feels heavy with tension, even though they're both spent and exhausted from their recent activities.
Que sighs softly, wondering how much more of this torture both of them can take before one or the other snaps. He knows that he doesn't trust Xouzya anymore; not after what the human did to him when it found itself lost in his territory. But at the same time, there's something about Xouzya that Que can't help but be drawn to... even after all this time.
Maybe they could find some sort of understanding between them, if they talked things out calmly and rationally. Or maybe not.