My Futanari Lover!

16-VIII

"...!" 

Staricor's eyes shot open. Ugh, a bit dizzy. As his eyes focused, he noticed only darkness clouding his vision. What time it is... nighttime? He yawned and scratched his head. Right... I slept quite early. The past few days were only spent recovering which he felt made him lazy. I kinda just want to take it easy today. The bed was comfortable; it tempted him to succumb to slumber once more. Ah, what the hell... a few more hours couldn't hurt–... huh?

A thick scent traveled through his nostrils, kickstarting his instincts. Chills crawled up his nerves. His eyes were wide open, wide awake now. W-What's that scent...?! It smelled so familiar. So alluring that it was drawing him like a moth to a flame.

"Hahn..."

His entire body froze, only his neck turning to the side. A very flustered expression greeted his face.

"H-Hey, Staricor." She smiled awkwardly, wrapped in a blanket. "Did you have a good rest?"

Staricor stared at her face. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red. Strands of her disheveled hair clung to her face. Visible beads of sweat streamed down her skin. Her lips were parted and evidently wet, her eyes appearing unfocused.

"Evelyn...?" He forced her name out of his throat. "Are you al–...?!"

His senses flared up to an abnormal degree, shocking his nerves. W-What's going on...?! It was just like yesterday! Why was it happening again? This only happens when...!

"I, uh... just woke up recently." Evelyn swept her bangs back.

And that scent. Her thick scent shrouded the entire room. A scent so tantalizingly sweet. A scent that overwhelmed his nose.

A scent that only an omega could emit.

"E-Evelyn..." Staricor clenched his shirt. "Why... why are you..."

Evelyn fanned her face. "O-Oh, I'm just feeling a little under the weather, you know?"

That was a complete lie. They both knew that. Staricor traced his eyes from the beads of sweat clinging to her cheeks down to the blanket wrapped around her body. He detected so much heat gathered within her blanket. To the point it disturbed his senses. To the point he wanted to rip it away from her.

Get a hold of yourself, Staricor! His heart throbbed against his chest, responding to her scent and body heat. Arousals flooded his nerves and his primal instincts slowly surfaced. No, why is this happening again...?!

And then it hit him.

"Evelyn..." Staricor forced himself up by his elbows. "You didn't... you didn't take your..."

"..." She avoided his gaze, burying her face in her pillow.

"... Evelyn." He grabbed her shoulder.

"... Mhmm." Her cheeks puffed out.

"Evelyn."

"... Right." She nodded. "You're a smart cookie."

"Why...?" He shook his head. "Why didn't you...?"

"Because you won't look at me that way."

"... What?" He clawed at his head as it began aching. "What are you talking abou–..."

She sat up and pulled the blanket apart, letting it slide down her shoulders. More of her alluring scent filled up the room. So thick and heavy it came like a slap to his face.