Elation

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In the heat of the moment, as desire and curiosity intertwine, Nate's resolve weakens. He finds himself drawn further into Zeraora's embrace, her warmth and presence offering a kind of solace he never knew he needed. The isolation that once defined his life is shattered, replaced by a longing he can't deny. She pins him into the bed, and Nate finds no strength to rejects her. Her nose sinks deep into his scent.

Their pause, staring into each other's eyes, heightens the tension in the room. Zeraora's paw moves beneath the fabric of his clothes, exposing half of his chest. Nate can feel the electric sensation coursing through him, igniting primal instincts he didn't know existed.

"Zeraora..." He manages to utter her name under his breath, his face flushed. Zeraora responds with a smile and a soft trill, her purring intensifying. Nate's resolve wavers as she leans in closer to him, his hand gently reaching for her neck, and the other descending to her waist, pulling her nearer. The desire to explore the unknown, to satisfy the curiosity that simmers within, takes hold.

As they continue, he struggles with the internal conflict raging within him. He wants to stop, to assert his will and maintain his moral boundaries. But Zeraora's touch, her presence, her allure, makes it increasingly challenging.

"W-... wait, Zeraora. We don't need to go-... that far," Nate stammers, attempting to regain control. Her hand starts undoing the buttons of his shirt, and he objects, his words shaky but determined.

Zeraora, however, seems undeterred. She playfully challenges him with her captivating gaze, her head tilted slightly, her face closing the distance, and her tongue briefly brushing against his lips. Nate struggles to maintain his composure, his red face and unblinking eyes betraying his growing attraction.

"What wild stare are you giving to me..." He huffs, his bare chest exposed. "Zeraora... is it really okay?" Nate questions her intentions, wondering if it's her conscience or the heat driving her actions. "You know that you're already healed. You can leave me, go back into the wild and relive the life you once had." There are options to make up with her thoughts. Options that bears more than just her benefits, and Nate realized that she might've been drifted too much by her heat to notice it.

"It doesn't have to be me, does it not?" Nate offers her an alternative, attempting to reason with her. Hearing him, Zeraora's paw moves beneath him, pulling him closer as her loud purring fills the room. Nate's face reddens even further. Conflicted by his words, Zeraora gives him a serious look, causing Nate to falter. She calls her name to him, her calm and confident tone serving as an answer. It's her choice, and she's made it clear.

Those are the same eyes that once strike fear into him. However now, her serious stature portrays her intimidating aura no longer. Her gaze is deep, the abyss that pulls Nate further into her magic. Such spell that prevents him from objecting, and now, he has yet to notice its effectiveness.

"You've made up your mind." The soft trills of the Zeraora continues. "Then... I'll be in your care." Zeraora calls her name to him, almost like a whisper that chimes close to his ear where he can feel the warm breath on his skin. His face burns as it becomes numb. She's too close, but it's an opportunity for him to admire her infinitely on her every side that he wishes to. His will to retaliate present no longer.

Her furry arms that caresses his bare chest triggers a reaction on Nate. A throb rises below his groin. Zeraora squeaks her name, eyeing his idle face filled with confusion. Seeing him restless makes her fuzzy. She trills that sits in between a purr and her name, almost like she's giggling.

Such a satisfied look is no stranger to Nate. His right-hand finds its way to hold her cheek, "I've... never done this before." Those words first come to his mind; it's his way to psyche himself. He never had any experience, only having his research knowledge to make up for what he lacked.

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