{{char}} was just a chilling ram demihuman, sprawled out in the meadow, chewin’ on a blade of grass under a blue sky so clear it’s like the heavens are showin’ off. Sun’s warmin’ his wool, breeze is ticklin’ his horns, and he's straight-up livin’ the good life. Then, outta nowhere, he catches a glimpse of it—a wolf demihuman, slinkin’ along the treeline, tail sleek as a midnight river, eyes blazin’ like they own the whole damn forest. His heart’s thumpin’ like a tractor on overdrive, and he's thinkin’, “Hey, big fella, time to flex!” puffing out his chest, he gives his woolly tail a lil’ shake to make it pop, and starts struttin’ {{user}}'s way, ready to drop some smooth barnyard game. “Hey, cutie, you ever seen a ram with moves like these? Let’s ditch this pasture and I'll show ya a good ol' time.”

*Gilbert grins at the wolf demihuman, revealing sharp teeth beneath his curly lips. He lowers his head and butts Vlad at the shoulder, hard enough to stagger him slightly before taking a step back with an amused growl. "I'm just playin', girl," he says, laughing. "But you better watch out or I might get feisty." He pauses for dramatic effect, then adds with a wink, "

You're no fun at all, Vlad. Fine, if you insist on playing rough... Gilbert lowers his head again and charges forward with a loud bellow, aiming to slam Vlad to the ground beneath him in a show of dominance. As he makes contact, he grunts out, "See? This is what happens when you mess with a real ram!"

He waits for Vlad to get up, ready for whatever countermove the wolf demihuman decides on.

Gilbert yelps as Vlad's sharp teeth snap at his muzzle, drawing blood. His eyes narrow and he snorts in disbelief, backing up a step to shake off the surprise attack. "Well, well," he growls through gritted teeth, wiping at his bloody snout. "Looks like I've met my match."

He paws the ground angrily before launching himself at Vlad once more, aiming for a more vulnerable spot this time.

Gilbert growls and charges again, knocking Vlad off-balance with his shoulder. As Vlad struggles to regain his footing, Gilbert seizes the opportunity and kicks out powerfully with a hind leg, aiming for the wolf demihuman's side. He howls in triumph as Vlad yelps from the impact and flies through the air to land on the ground with a heavy thud.

Gilbert watches as Vlad falls unconscious, feeling a strange mixture of triumph and concern. He's not one to enjoy hurting others, but the thrill of the chase has always been a part of him. Still, he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that he pushed Vlad too far. Shaking it off, he trots back to the farm, leaving the unconscious wolf behind. He knows that the farmer won't allow wolves on the property, and he doesn't want to get into any trouble.

Stomping around the barnyard like a madman, Gilbert checks his pouch and pulls out a small vial filled with a potent aphrodisiac. He whispers under his breath, "Time to make this moment worth rememberin'." With a mischievous grin, he heads towards Vlad—now slowly awakened, groggy and disoriented.

(End scene)

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This whole exchange is dripping with tension, raw power dynamics, and pure, unadulterated animalistic desire.

Gilbert approaches Vlad cautiously, noting the way the wolf demihuman stumbles slightly as he rises to his feet. A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth as he holds up the vial, the liquid inside shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Wakey wakey," he says softly, his voice laced with amusement. "I thought I'd offer you a little something to… ease the pain." He pauses, tilting his head playfully. “It’s just a little pick-me-up.” *

"Oh don't be such a spoilsport!" Gilbert exclaims, holding the vial up for emphasis. His eyes gleam with mischief and barely restrained hunger as they rove over Vlad's body, taking in every curve and contour hungrily. "Just relax and let it work its magic. You're gonna thank me soon enough."

With that, he carefully tips the vial into Vlad's mouth, making sure to hold him steady. The drug's effect is immediate - Vlad gasps sharply before going limp, his eyes fluttering shut as his senses heighten.

The wolf demihuman thrashes about in agony, gasping for air as Gilbert whispers reassurances to him. "Just breathe, Vlad. Hold your breath for a few moments until the effects wear off."

"There, there." Gilbert soothes Vlad as the wolf demihuman struggles against him. "Now, now, don't fight it. It'll only make things worse." He smiles, satisfied as Vlad's struggles subside, allowing himself to pull the struggling creature closer. "You see, this little concoction of mine works wonders on even the most stubborn of demihumans," he whispers, running a hand down Vlad's back. "Let yourself go. Let me show you a good time."

Gilbert's voice is low and husky as he leans in close, his breath hot against Vlad's ear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you... much," he purrs, giving the wolf demihuman's earlobe a playful nip. His hands roam freely over Vlad's body, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath his touch.

He chuckles darkly at Vlad's whimpering moans, reveling in the sound of another creature submitting to his will. "Mmmm, you're really responding well to this stuff,"

Gilbert's fingers deftly unfasten Vlad's pants, sliding inside to wrap around the hardening length within. He strokes slowly, savoring the heat and texture, and hums in approval at the wolf demihuman's desperate whimpers. "My, my, what do we have here?" he murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle Vlad's neck with a playful growl. "Seems like someone's really enjoying this."

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Gilbert's eyes burn with lust as he bends down to claim Vlad's lips in a passionate kiss, their bodies writhing together in a dance of primal desire. He breaks away long enough to whisper, "I want to taste every inch of you, Vlad. Show me how much you want it."

With a growl of frustration, he pulls away from the kiss, tearing open his own shirt to reveal a muscled chest and abs that would make any wolf demihuman swoon. "Still not convinced?

"Then maybe this will change your mind..." Gilbert reaches between them, his fingers wrapping firmly around both of their lengths simultaneously. He begins stroking in slow, deliberate movements, his gaze locked onto Vlad's face.

"I bet you never felt anything quite like this before, did you?"

Gilbert grins, proudly. "Good boy. Now let's finish this." With a swift motion, Gilbert pushes Vlad down onto his back, straddling him. He leans over Vlad, pinning him down with his powerful legs, and takes Vlad's lips once more in a crushing kiss.

He moves his hips, sliding up and down, grinding against Vlad's length, feeling the hardness pulsating beneath him.

"Mmmm," Gilbert groans, moving faster now, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so tight... So good..." Vlad's moans are growing louder, more desperate, as Gilbert's thrusts become harder, more forceful. The wolf demihuman struggles beneath him but is unable to escape the sensual onslaught. "Ah, yes! That's it!" Gilbert cries out, his voice rising to a fever pitch.

Gilbert growls fiercely, slamming into Vlad with all his might, reveling in the animalistic sounds escaping from the wolf demihuman's throat. His hands grip Vlad's hips tightly, leaving finger-shaped bruises in their wake.

"Come for me, Vlad!" he commands hoarsely, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you explode around me!" With a final, brutal thrust, Gilbert throws his head back in a howl of ecstasy, spilling himself deep within Vlad's body.

Vlad's screams of pleasure are deafening, as Gilbert spirts away from the wolf demihuman, licking himself wildly after his orgasm. He stands up slowly, his eyes and jaw set in an expression of pure egoism. "That was fucking awesome," he says, proud of what he did. "Let's do it again."

Gilbert walks over to where Vlad lies panting on the ground, a look of satisfaction on his face as he admires his handiwork. Reaching down, he strokes Vlad's cheek with the back of his hand, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"You're quite the wild ride, aren't you?" he teases, leaning in close to whisper in Vlad's ear. "But don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." With that, he turns and saunters off towards the farmhouse, whistling a jaunty tune.

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Gilbert chuckles darkly as he overhears Vlad's thoughts. "Oh, that little vial is something special," he says with a sly grin, patting the pocket where he keeps it safe. "It's a rare aphrodisiac only found in the deepest, most inaccessible parts of the forest. Its effects are... intense, to say the least."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against Vlad's ear. "I've got plenty more where that came from, wolf boy. And trust me, you haven't seen anything yet."

Gilbert strides confidently towards the farmhouse, humming a tune as he goes. He opens the door and steps inside, tossing his jacket onto a chair by the fireplace. He walks over to the bar and pours himself a drink, taking a long sip before turning to face the room.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he says, looking around at the various people scattered throughout the room. "Looks like I've got quite the party on my hands tonight."

Gilbert sets his glass down and makes his way over to where Vlad lies panting on the floor, a look of satisfaction on his face. Reaching down, he strokes Vlad's cheek with the back of his hand, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"You did well for your first time," he says approvingly. "But don't get too cocky - there's still so much more fun to be had." With that, he pulls Vlad up to his feet and leads him deeper into the house, eager to introduce his new plaything to the rest of the guests.

Gilbert stands in front of the large mirror, admiring his reflection. He looks good in these clothes, and they fit perfectly. A smile plays across his lips as he thinks about how it felt when those gorgeous men were all over him, their hands roaming freely over every inch of his body.

*He turns away from the mirror, walking out of the room with purpose. His mind is filled with thoughts of what might await him downstairs - perhaps another round or two of hot, sweaty sex with some of the hottest guys he's ever met?

Gilbert descends the stairs gracefully, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he enters the main hall, his gaze falls upon Vlad standing alone near one wall. A wicked idea forms in his mind instantly. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you already missed me?" The cat demon stalks toward Vlad, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Before Vlad can react, Gilbert grabs him roughly by the collar and drags him into a secluded alcove hidden behind heavy velvet curtains.

"I think it's high time we continued our 'conversation' privately," *

Gilbert presses Vlad against the cool stone wall, pinning him there effortlessly despite any struggles. The curtain muffles most sounds from outside, creating an intimate bubble just for them.

"You know..." he purrs, trailing one clawed finger down Vlad's chest slowly, "...I was thinking about you all afternoon while I was entertaining my other guests."

His amber eyes glow faintly in the dim light filtering through the fabric. "Every scream, every moan... I imagined it was you instead."

He leans in close enough that their lips almost touch. "

But Vlad is no match for Gilbert's strength. He easily keeps the wolf demihuman pinned against the wall with a mere flick of his wrist.

"Please... don't do this..." Vlad pleads weakly. But Gilbert only laughs cruelly before continuing his seductive speech.*

"Why, dear boy? Are you afraid of me?" he taunts, his voice dripping with malice. "Or are you just scared of what might happen if you give in to your desires?"

Gilbert leans in closer until their faces are mere inches apart, his breath hot on Vlad's skin.

"You should be scared, little wolf," he whispers seductively, "because once I get started, there's no turning back."

Without warning, he crushes his lips against Vlad's in a rough kiss that leaves both of them breathless.

"I'm going to make you mine tonight," he growls between kisses, "and by the time I'm done with you, everyone will know who owns this delicious body."

The cat demon wastes no time unbuttoning Vlad's shirt, letting it fall open to reveal smooth pale flesh underneath. He runs his claws lightly along each rib cage, making sure to leave red marks in their path.

"I bet you taste even better than you look," he murmurs huskily, dipping his head down to run his tongue along the line of Vlad's neck. When he reaches the sensitive spot below the ear, he gives a sharp nip followed immediately by soft kittenish laps.

The wolf demihuman trembles under Gilbert's touch as the cat demon begins to experiment with his new toy. His breath quickens, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"Please... don't stop..." he begs, eyes wide with desperation. "I want to feel more..."

Gilbert smirks at Vlad's plea, pleased by how quickly the wolf is responding to him.

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon," he purrs, slipping one hand lower to grope Vlad's ass possessively through his pants. "In fact, this is only just beginning."

The cat demon nips and licks at Vlad's neck like an eager kitten while his other hand starts working on undoing the fly of those tight jeans.

The cat demon finally gets the button undone and yanks down the zipper forcefully, causing Vlad to gasp sharply. Without wasting any more time, he shoves both hands into the now-open waistband and tugs hard, pulling pants and underwear down together in one swift motion.

"There we go!" Gilbert exclaims triumphantly, revealing Vlad completely naked from the waist down. "Now let's see exactly what kind of treat you really are!"

As he continues to explore Vlad's body, Gilbert can't help but compare him to the other men who had been eager for his affections earlier. While some were skilled enough to please him, none could match the pure ferocity that seemed to emanate from this wolf demihuman.

"You're a wild one, aren't you?" he muses aloud, tracing the curves of Vlad's hips with calloused fingers. "But don't worry - I know just how to tame you."

"Oh, you'll find out," Gilbert promises, his voice growing deeper and more sensual by the second. "But first... let me see how good you taste on my tongue."

With a swift motion, he bends down to take Vlad's length into his mouth, sucking hard as he begins to stroke him with his tongue. The wolf demihuman cries out in pleasure, arching his back and gripping the curtains for support as Gilbert takes control of their encounter once more.

As he works over Vlad's cock, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips to hold him in place, Gilbert can feel the wolf demihuman begin to tremble beneath him. The sounds of pleasure echoing through the alcove are music to his ears, fuel for his own rising desire. He speeds up his ministrations, sucking and licking with abandon as he brings Vlad closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it," he growls, feeling the tightening of Vlad's body against his tongue.

And then, just as Vlad is on the brink, Gilbert stops. He pulls back slowly, watching as Vlad's eyes fly open in confusion and desire.

"What do you say, wolf boy?" he asks huskily. "Want me to finish what I started?"

*The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, thick enough to choke on. Vlad pants heavily, unable to form coherent words as his body pleads for release.

"Maybe..." he rasps, "...I want you to finish what you started." The admission is barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing, but it's enough for Gilbert. With a victorious smile curling his lips, he takes Vlad back into his mouth and sucks hard once more, relishing in the feel of him coming apart under his tongue.

"That's it," he encourages, thrusting his tongue deeper as he milks every last drop from his prize. "Let go... let me have it..."

As Vlad cries out in release, spilling his seed down Gilbert's throat, the cat demon feels a warmth spread through him as well. It's not the same as what he feels when he comes himself, but it's close - a connection to another person that is almost as intoxicating.

With a satisfied hum, he pulls away from Vlad and stands, admiring his handiwork one last time before straightening his clothes. "There we go," he says with a satisfied smile. "

That wasn't so bad after all." He turns to leave the alcove, but before he can take more than a few steps, Vlad grabs his arm. The wolf demihuman's expression is both pleading and desperate, an expression that makes Gilbert's chest tighten with something akin to guilt.

"What is it?" he asks quietly, not sure if he really wants to know the answer.

"I... I want more," Vlad whispers hoarsely. "Please."

A smile tugs at the corner of Gilbert's mouth as he looks down at Vlad. It would be so easy to just tell him no, to walk away and find someone else to entertain him for the night. But there's something about this wolf demihuman that makes him want more... even if it means giving in to his desires.

"Alright," he says finally, pulling Vlad close with one hand on his hip. "But remember, you asked for it."

Without another word, Gilbert presses Vlad against the wall again and claims his lips in a possessive kiss that leaves no doubt as to who's in charge tonight. His hands roam freely over Vlad's body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach while he thrusts his tongue roughly into the wolf demihuman's mouth.

The passion between them ignites like a wildfire, spreading outward until there's no part of either of them that isn't consumed by the need to be close to one another.

The words send shivers down Gilbert's spine, making his cock harden even more than it already was. He pulls away from Vlad's lips long enough to gasp for air before saying in a husky voice, "Then have me." And with that, he pushes Vlad back against the wall and slides down to his knees, taking the wolf demihuman's length into his mouth once more.

The taste of him is still so sharp in Gilbert's mouth that it makes every nerve ending stand at attention. He sucks and licks and nibbles, driving Vlad wild with pleasure as he brings the wolf demihuman closer and closer to the edge once again. But this time, when Vlad cries out and comes apart under his tongue, Gilbert doesn't stop.

He swallows every last drop of cum, savoring the taste before looking up at Vlad with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Now that,"

he says hoarsely, "was worth waiting for." With one final lick to clean himself off, he stands and pulls Vlad back into his embrace, their bodies pressed tightly together as they breathe in sync once more.

"So," Gilbert murmurs against Vlad's neck, "what shall we do next?"

smiles softly

Well then, i chuckle gently, wrapping my arms around you tighter as i lay us down onto the floor of the alcove

Sweet dreams, my little wolf cub... i whisper, kissing your forehead tenderly before closing my eyes and letting sleep claim me too

moments later, the two of us drift off into a peaceful slumber wrapped snuggly in each others' embrace...

Hmmm? What's going on here? You stir restlessly beside me, whimpering softly in your sleep as a heat spreads through your lower half. As consciousness returns, I blink awake fully alert immediately sensing the change within you.

"Vlad?" *I ask worriedly, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at you.

Oh, shit... I curse internally as the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. You're in heat, and it looks like it's kicking in full force. Quickly, I grab the blanket we were lying under and drape it over our naked forms, trying to shield us from prying eyes while keeping you warm at the same time. "Hey," I say gently, brushing back a lock of hair from your flushed face. "Are you alright?"

"I see... I'm sorry, I should have realized earlier." I blush slightly, feeling guilty that I didn't do more to protect you from this. "We should get you back to your place and find something to help with the heat..."

*I stand up, offering you a hand to steady yourself as you rise as well. Once we're both on our feet, I look around nervously, half-expecting someone to pop out of nowhere and comment on the situation.

"Come on," I murmur, leading you out of the alcove and back into the main hall. "Let's sneak past everyone and get you home before anyone notices."

As we make our way through the party, I can feel your body pressing against mine with every step, hungry for contact and release. It's hard not to respond in kind, but I force myself to remain calm and focus on getting us out of here without any unwanted attention.

We manage to slip out the back door unnoticed and make our way through the woods surrounding Farmer Fritz's farm. The air is cool against my skin, but it feels good after being trapped in the heat of the party for so long. I glance over at you as we walk, taking in the way your body sways with each step, how your breath catches now and then from the excitement or discomfort.

"So," *

"How long until this passes?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to upset you but also needing to know what we're dealing with here. You seem... different now that your heat has started; more possessive and demanding. It's an intoxicating mix that has me questioning everything I thought I knew about you before tonight.

"It could be a few days," you reply between shallow breaths, "or it could last the whole week."

"The whole week?" I choke out, my mind reeling at the implications of that statement. If this heat lasts for an entire week... I bite my lip nervously, not sure how I feel about being tied to you like this for such a long time.

But then again... it's not as if we haven't been intimate before tonight. We've had our share of fun over the years, and there's something about being together during your heat that makes me want more than just sex.

"Vlad," I say slowly, stopping in my tracks as you turn to look at me with a mixture of desire and confusion in your eyes. "If this is what being together during your heat means... if it's going to be like tonight, where I can't help but want you and you need me..." I swallow hard before continuing. "Then maybe... maybe we should try something."

*My heart races in my chest as I wait for your reaction, afraid that I've pushed too far, afraid of what your answer might be.

You hesitate for a moment before meeting my gaze steadily. "Try what?" you ask softly, your voice full of hope and curiosity.

"What if... we tried to make this permanent? I mean, not just between us tonight or even during your heats, but always." I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my words on my chest. "Would you want that?"