Chapter 123
Heat cycle
Lea, who had been asleep, felt so feverish that it was unbearable. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes and only then realized that the heat rising within her wasn’t from a simple bout of illness.
“Ah…”
Now that she thought about it, she’d forgotten about her heat. She’d been so busy that she’d lost track of the season. Every year, before autumn turned to winter, her heat would always come.
For the werebeasts, heat came once a year. Each clan experienced their own unique symptoms, but for fox werebeasts in particular, it was relatively manageable.
But perhaps because it only happened once a year, it was extremely difficult to endure, even with medication. When heat arrived, she ached to mate with a male—even if he wasn’t of her own clan—her body becoming restless with desire.
She tried to open her mouth to tell Rose to postpone her schedule, but something soft touched her lips. Cool water was poured gently into her mouth, covering her lips without leaving a gap.
Lea swallowed the water in gulps and peered through her hazy vision at the figure before her. She’d thought she was alone in her bedchamber, but seeing Calix straddling her above, she was startled.
“Ah, Your Highness…”
“…You even call me so suggestively.”
“Why… ha…”
“Why am I here, you mean?”
Calix spoke for her when she couldn’t form a sentence, and Lea frantically nodded.
“You haven’t forgotten we were supposed to go out together today, have you? When I came to get you, I heard you were sick, so I stayed to look after you.”
“Huuh, I’m… fine…”
She was indeed sick with a fever, but right now, the heat from her heat was so overwhelming she couldn’t even remember the body ache. Lea desperately wanted to send him away, not wanting to show such a beastly, instinct-driven side of herself.
But contrary to her wishes, Calix couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bewitching sight of Lea, so different from usual.
Her fox ears and tail had popped out, and her gaze was heavy with yearning, looking up at him as if pleading for something.
Every time she parted her lips, the lips seemed redder than usual, and he imagined he could see hot breath escaping between them.
“…You don’t look fine at all, Sister.”
“Ha, you keep… teasing…”
It seemed she really wasn’t herself. Normally, even if she showed her displeasure, she never snapped at him directly, but now the ever-gentle Lea was showing irritation.
Just like the old Lea, right before she changed.
Seeing her like this again after so long, he didn’t dislike it at all. No, perhaps it made him happy to think she was comfortable enough to show this side to him alone.
Calix laughed lightly and teased her even more.
“When have I ever teased you, Sister? Even when your ears and tail pop out, I just find you cute, I’ve never once teased you.”
“…Ha, don’t…”
“I even cooled your ears like this. See, I brushed your tail for you, too, Sister.”
The last ‘Sister’ was drawn out with a touch of playful affection. Lea, growing increasingly dazed from his voice whispering so close to her, started to wonder… Should she really be holding herself back with a male right in front of her, while her body burned with this fever?
Her body, heavy as if soaked in water, twisted restlessly. Lea glared at him as he kept teasing, then wound both arms around his neck and pulled him toward her.
She hadn’t used much strength, but his body easily followed, and their lips met. She greedily caught his relatively cool lips.
With clumsy, unfamiliar movements, Lea’s behavior was far more assertive than usual, and something inside Calix—something he’d been holding back whenever they were together—finally snapped.
He pried apart her soft lips, which were awkwardly biting his, and pushed his thick tongue into the opening. He thrust and rubbed his tongue roughly inside, and soon the wet, sticky sounds filled the bedchamber.
Calix was so overwhelmed by the heated sensation inside her mouth that he couldn’t think straight. Each time he ravenously licked the soft, damp flesh of her cheek, guiding energy flowed into him.
But unlike the usual clear and gentle guiding, this one was somehow sticky, damp, and strange. It felt like water with viscosity, clinging and streaming down.
If he let himself be swept away by it, he thought it would be utterly blissful. So he unhesitatingly caught her small tongue and sucked it in, as if begging her to give him that marvelous guiding.
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