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It wasn’t atypical for Mireille and Kirika to eat dinner in silence. While some elements of their relationship to one another had clearly changed since Mireille had accidentally claimed the other woman, their day-to-day remained mostly the same. As a result, Mireille was caught off-guard when Kirika broke the silence with her name.

“Mireille. I need to tell you something.”

Kirika’s voice carried a level of certainty that was uncommon for her, leaving Mireille intrigued. She took a sip of wine and nodded for her to continue.

“I flushed my pills.”

Mireille almost choked on her wine. She swallowed and dissolved into a coughing fit while Kirika continued to look at her with a neutral expression. It was impossible for her to respond until she was finally able to swallow some water, giving one final round of coughs before staring at Kirika with wild eyes.

“YOU WHAT? ”

“My suppressants. I flushed them.”

Mireille’s jaw opened and closed without a sound before she could manage another response, even then only capable of a single yelled word.

“WHY?”

“Because I’ve never been off them before.”

“SO?”

Kirika inhaled and looked plaintively at Mireille. The blonde couldn’t decide whether the expression was more or less frustrating than her neutral gaze.

“Ever since I woke up without my memory, I’ve been taking them every month like I was told to do in the note I found in my drawer. Just once, I want to disobey their rules.”

“That’s…bold of you. But most omegas take suppressants, you know? It isn’t something uniquely forced on you. Going without them is-”

“I know it’s dangerous. And it’s not something I would do normally. But…” Kirika looked away, fidgeting with the zipper on her hoodie.

“But what?”

“Well…you claimed me, Mireille. So…I’ll be able to get through my heat without being tempted to find a random alpha. That’s how it works, right?” she asked quietly.

“...I suppose that’s true,” Mireille sighed, rubbing her temples. “But that accident doesn’t mean you can just ignore what’s going to happen to you. Or to me . Did you stop to think about that at all?”

“I did. And I know it wouldn’t be fair to you. That’s why I saved up some money to stay at a hotel for the week. If you don’t want me here because of this, I can…stay away from you.”

The look in Kirika’s eyes told Mireille that the idea of being apart from her frightened the other woman, but that she would, as always, obey Mireille’s request. And the fact that she had planned this all out in advance was admittedly impressive. But she had failed to account for an important factor, and she knew that telling Kirika would result in a typical deluge of apologies. Sad as that might be, Mireille was never one to shy away from speaking her mind. Well, except for one thought that lingered in the back of her mind. Not that she would ever admit that.

“You know my cycle is erratic, Kirika. What do you think will happen if it syncs up with yours?”

“Oh…I…” Kirika’s eyes widened at the realization that she’d made a mistake, and there was no doubt that tears would soon follow. “You…you have your suppressants…”

“That I do, thank God. But even with them, an omega in full heat is hard to ignore. Especially one that’s been…” she said quietly, trying not to blush before finishing her sentence. “...claimed.”

She still couldn’t believe that she’d done such a stupid thing on impulse. It had been on impulse, hadn’t it? Sure, she felt some attachment to Kirika, but nothing that would make her go that far on purpose. Absolutely not. Definitely not.

“I’m sorry, Mireille…” Kirika whispered, starting to tear up. “I…I didn’t…I’m sorry…I’ll stay away from you…”

“Kirika, can we please not go through this again? I get it. I do. And…” she took a deep breath, trying not to think too hard about how she wanted to respond. Anything to deny responsibility. “I won’t kick you out. As long as you think you can control yourself.”

“I…I’ll try…” Kirika sniffled. To her credit, she really was doing her best to keep the tears in. For once.

“Good. Now finish your meal before it gets cold. I’ll set up the air mattress for you after we clean up.”

“Yes, Mireille.”

***

Kirika’s heat had scarcely lasted twelve hours before Mireille realized just how dangerous the situation was. While she was still confident that she could maintain control, a trip down to the pharmacy still seemed like a very good idea. Just as a precaution in case of emergency, of course.

There were a variety of options available in what some alphas called the “so you fucked up big time” aisle, from pills to take beforehand, pills to take afterward, and pills to take in case both parties were in a…similar state. And even then, the number of brands was overwhelming.

The scent of another omega suddenly filled her nose, and she could instantly tell that the other woman was close to her own heat. Thankfully, the sensation was short-lived as another alpha’s presence took precedence. Said nearby alpha, a dark-haired woman dressed as if she’d just gotten off work, had made her claim of the omega that followed her abundantly clear. The omega still shot her a grin regardless, her bomber jacket and bike shorts standing as a bold contrast to her alpha.

“First time?” she asked casually, gesturing at the products that lined the aisle.

Mireille simply nodded, unsure how to proceed. This omega would be in the same boat as Kirika soon, but neither her nor her partner seemed troubled by it. Perhaps these two would know what the best option here would be.

The alpha turned to her and smiled, gesturing at a specific brand. “I recommend these. They’ve worked for us for a while now.”

“I…I see. Thank you.”

“Never been with your girl off her meds before?” the omega asked again with a smug grin. “You’re in for a treat.”

“That’s…I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Mireille blushed, reaching over to grab a few bottles of the recommended brand. Both before and after would do fine. “But thank you for the recommendation.”

The taller woman frowned at her smirking partner. “Don’t bully the poor girl, honey.”

“Come on , Vanessa. I was just playing around.”

Vanessa sighed and looked at Mireille with an apologetic smile. “Please don’t mind her. I’m glad we were able to help.”

Mireille gave another curt nod and turned away, gripping the pill bottles. Rude or not, she had a feeling that those two knew what they were talking about.

In for a treat , she’d said. Perhaps resisting the urge might not be as vital as she’d imagined it to be. Only time and preparation would tell for sure.

***

She could smell Kirika’s need before she had so much as opened the door to their apartment. Her nostrils flared and she sucked in a deep breath, clutching her purse tightly in an attempt to ground herself before the pheromones overwhelmed her. When she finally made it inside, it seemed as if the entire apartment was filled with a warm, intoxicating haze. The only thing keeping her from closing her eyes and breathing it in was the sound of Kirika’s desperate whimpers emanating from further inside.

“Mireille…Mireille…” the younger woman whined shamelessly. “Please, Mireille…”

The sound of Kirika calling her name made her ears burn and her mind reel at the certainty of it all. The other woman didn’t simply want release. She wanted…no, she needed Mireille to be the one to give it to her. The thought was as flattering as it was dangerous.

She took another deep breath and rounded the corner, bracing herself for the sight that would greet her. But God help her, there was no way for her to suppress her body’s biological reaction.

Kirika looked up at her with half lidded eyes, her face bright red and her breathing. One hand held Mireille’s nightshirt to her nose while the other moved steadily under the thin fabric of her shorts. Being caught in the act of getting off to Mireille’s scent would normally be a humiliating prospect for the younger woman, but she didn’t show even the slightest bit of embarrassment. She did move the shirt slightly away from her face, but her hand’s movements didn’t stop. They didn’t even slow down. And all the while, her eyes were fixed directly on Mireille.

So often had they shared their lingering gazes that the staring wasn’t out of the ordinary for Kirika, but that was just about the only thing that could be considered normal about this situation. Mireille couldn’t even begin to think of a response. It wasn’t until she dug her nails into her own arm enough to leave marks that she finally managed to ground herself.

“What did I tell you?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “Did I not tell you that it was better to take the pills? You’re already regretting it, aren’t you?”

“I…I’m sorry…” Kirika whimpered, still moving her hand. “Please…I need…oh, Mireille…”

Mireille scowled at her. “Maybe I should just drag you into the bathroom and stick you in a cold shower until you calm down.”

“More…”

“More what? ” Mireille barked, raising her voice. It wasn’t loud enough to be a shout, but it was far louder than she had planned to be. She needed to maintain control.

“Like that…” Kirika moaned. “Yell at me more, Mireille…get angry with me…”

“Oh, for God’s—AGH!” Mireille yelled, throwing up her hands. “You’ve really lost it, you know that? I don’t know if I should take this as a sign of how far gone you are or if you’ve been into this sort of thing the entire time! Next you’ll be telling me you touch yourself every time we have an argument!”

Kirika actually looked away at that one. Her face was too flushed to tell if she was blushing, but the gesture made Mireille’s jaw drop anyway.

“Kirika, you don’t… ”

“Not always,” Kirika whimpered. “But sometimes…when we go to bed after we fight…lying there and thinking about your harsh words, I just get so…ahhhh…”

She trailed off into another moan. Mireille didn’t know what to say. Sure, Kirika was acting this way because of her heat. But knowing that she still got excited about Mireille yelling at her even when she wasn’t like this…it was bizarre. It was abnormal. It was wrong.

But God help her, it was also turning her on like she couldn’t believe .

Suddenly, Kirika’s hand stopped. Her eyes went wide as her gaze met Mireille again. But she wasn’t looking at her face this time.

“Please, Mireille,” she whined, pushing herself up in bed with considerable effort. “I know you want it too.”

There was no sense hiding what Kirika was staring at; Mireille’s bulge was clearly visible under her skirt, and the blonde knew it wasn’t the kind that a cold shower would get rid of. Her body was beginning to burn with a desire to claim the omega in front of her once again, and the thought threatened to destroy the flimsy rationality Mireille had been clinging to. Not even digging her nails into her skin to stop herself worked. Even after she’d drawn blood, her mind was still clouded.

Kirika crawled toward her and reached out for the object of her desire. It was Mireille’s last chance to push her away…and she didn’t take it. How could she? The flushed face and pleading eyes of the woman who knelt before her made her certain of her want.

“Okay,” she sighed, closing her eyes in an attempt to seem nonchalant. “But just to calm you down, okay? Once this is done, your heat should subside. And I don’t want to hear a word about any of this once we’re through.”

Kirika nodded obediently. “Yes. Whatever you say, Mireille. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

Mireille feigned annoyance at Kirika’s desperation, but all pretense disappeared when Kirika grabbed both her skirt and panties and yanked them down to her ankles. For a moment, she’d forgotten how strong Kirika was. That strength would no doubt come to play a role before all this was done.

“Yes…it’s so perfect…” Kirika murmured as she stared at Mireille’s arousal. One of her hands slipped back under her shorts as she closed the rest of the distance between them, inhaling Mireille’s scent with rapturous wonder. Closing her eyes and letting the scent overwhelm her, she leaned forward and kissed Mireille’s head.

Mireille shivered at the sensation of Kirika’s hot breath on her skin. It called to her alpha instincts, filling her with a need to hold the omega down and breed her until both were entirely spent. She held back for the moment, but only just. The sight of Kirika’s mouth against her skin on the edge of taking her into her mouth completely was enough to keep her focused on the here and now.

Kirika wrapped her lips around Mireille and took her in one go, her gag reflex apparently nonexistent in this state. Mireille moaned at the sudden warmth that surrounded her before gasping when Kirika began to bob up and down at a uniquely rapid pace. The loud slurping sounds she made were genuinely obscene, and Mireille found herself feeling rather embarrassed by the whole thing. It seemed like the sort of sensation reserved for film rather than a natural occurrence, but it felt far too good for her to tell Kirika to stop.

The scent of an omega in heat would essentially nullify Mireille’s refractory period, so there was no need to worry about being unable to continue if Kirika got her off here and now. If anything, it would be a relief; the moment of clarity she would achieve would give her enough time to insist on both of them taking the medication she’d purchased before the breeding instinct removed that concern. Despite that, she knew that she was playing a very dangerous game by doing this at all. But God, the way Kirika’s mouth felt on her…it was worth any amount of danger.

Kirika’s hand worked vigorously, drawing out moans that thrummed against Mireille in her mouth. Despite that, she still kept up an even pace as she worked towards Mireille’s release. They both knew that this wasn’t where she really wanted Mireille to fill her, but she craved the scent and taste of her alpha before the main event.

It didn’t take long for Mireille to start throbbing in her mouth. The blonde took hold of Kirika’s hair and began to instinctively thrust against her, the need for release overtaking the embarrassment that such an action would normally bring her. That lack of reservation alone sent Kirika over the edge, but she didn’t let up her movement until Mireille finally came with a low, growling gasp. She swallowed every last drop, her head swimming as she savored the taste.

Mireille pulled out of her mouth, her cock already beginning to harden again. Kirika whined at the sight, still grinding against her fingers and spreading herself open in anticipation of Mireille’s imminent entrance. But Mireille still held back the way she’d hoped she could.

“Kirika. You need to take this.”

“I’m not…” Kirika whimpered. “I don’t need the suppressors…I just need you to br-”

“For God’s sake, they aren’t suppressors. They’re a…preventive measure,” Mireille replied, trying not to stare at Kirika’s hand. “I’m going to take one too. No matter how desperate you are, I am not taking that kind of risk.”

Kirika nodded, eyes widening as she realized the implications of Mireille’s words. Taking this meant that Mireille would breed her. That realization was all it took for her to snatch the pill from Mireille’s hand the instant she took it from the bottle and swallow it dry. Mireille, meanwhile, managed to make it into the kitchen and take hers with a glass of water. No amount of pheromones would make Mireille Bouquet dry swallow a pill. Disgusting.

She bolted back to the bed as soon as it was done to find Kirika completely nude, her hand working even faster. Mireille disrobed as quickly as she could and climbed onto the bed, letting out a ravenous growl.

“Turn over. On all fours,” she snarled in a voice that was very unlike her own. “If you’re going to act like an animal, then I’m going to take you like one.”

Kirika’s natural instincts kicked into overdrive. She took the position as instructed before Mireille could even blink and drew her hand away from her core at last. The omega was dripping wet, more than ready for Mireille to be as rough with her as the older woman desired.

“Mireille…Mireille…” Kirika whimpered. The other woman’s name had begun to sound less like a word and more like an animal’s cry, a plaintive sound mewled by one that was beyond reason.

Mireille groaned as she stared at the tantalizing sight, feeling herself harden completely in an instant. Not even sex during her rut had turned her on as much as the sight, sound, and scent of Kirika’s submission did. She wanted to taste her, to feel that warmth on her tongue, but her need to bury herself inside the other woman overwhelmed any other desires she might have. And so instead of her mouth, she brought her hips against Kirika instead.

Her head slipped against Kirika, the omega moaning as her body shuddered at merely the briefest moment of contact. Mireille growled and righted herself, taking hold of her shaft in order to guide it in without Kirika’s wetness causing it to slide off again. Her entrance was already pulsing by the time Mireille pressed her tip against it, no doubt on the verge of coming as soon as she entered her.

“Are you ready?” she asked. Despite everything, there was a hint of caring concern in her voice. But only for a moment.

“Yes, yes, please, ju-”

Kirika didn’t scream when Mireille thrust her entire length inside her with a single motion. In fact, she didn’t make a sound at all. Her words died in her throat and her eyes went wide before her head dropped to the bed as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced tore through her body like an inferno. Her walls throbbed around Mireille, and the blonde let out a low growling moan as the warm heat provided her with the relief she needed.

She gave in to her alpha instincts, her voice taking on the same possessive tone as it had during her rut as she whispered a single word.

“ Mine .”

Mireille grabbed a fistful of Kirika’s hair and yanked her head up to her while beginning to thrust at a rapid and violent pace. Kirika could only moan in response, the intensity of Mireille’s movements within her and the roughness of her grasp giving her all she could want.

“Say it,” Mireille growled in Kirika’s ear.

“Yours,” Kirika gasped. “I’m yours.”

The alpha let go of Kirika’s hair and sank her teeth into her shoulder, digging into her flesh barely an inch away from her neck. Kirika came again as soon as Mireille broke the skin. The taste of Kirika’s blood in her mouth and the feeling of her burning heat surrounding her cock drove Mireille absolutely wild.

“Going to breed you…” she groaned, trying and failing to slow down to a more even pace. “So fucking hard…make sure everyone knows who you belong to…”

Kirika barely managed a nod in response. Even forming words had become difficult for her now.

“God, you feel so good,” Mireille moaned, once again abandoning her inhibitions. “Like you were made just to take me.”

So this was what it meant to be Noir. To be linked together completely. In the back of her mind, Mireille dimly wondered if this had been part of their plan. Not that it would matter; plan or no plan, she couldn’t resist Kirika. Especially not like this.

It soon grew impossible to tell how many times Kirika had come, her body shuddering with pleasure at every single thrust. The sound of her whimpers and cries drove Mireille on, her violent pace growing rougher than Kirika would normally be able to endure. In this moment, however, she took it with ease. She craved it.

She let out a long whine when she felt Mireille throb within her, the pulse of her cock synchronizing perfectly with Kirika’s own response. Mireille didn’t want this impossible pleasure to end, but at the same time, she craved release. She needed to knot her more than anything else in this world.

“M-Mireille, please…please do it…”

Her knot began to expand, a sensation that would normally remind her that it was time to pull out. But she kept it close, just slightly outside of Kirika, waiting for it to grow just a bit more so it could stretch Kirika to her limit. Was it cruel? Slightly. But it would also be what she most wanted to achieve right now: dominate.

“Breed me!” Kirika cried, pushing her hips backward in an attempt to force Mireille’s knot inside her. “Mireille!”

Hearing her name was all it took.

Mireille buried herself completely in Kirika, drawing out a high pitched shriek from the omega as her knot popped inside her. She was locked within her, filling her beyond measure. And with that, she finally, finally , released.

She came in spasms, her cum nearly overflowing as she pumped more and more into the omega. Kirika cried out at every single shot inside her, coming again and again until all she could feel was blessed relief. The demands of her heat had been met…at least for now.

Despite the copious amount of cum she’d released, it still took some time for Mireille’s knot to begin deflating. Her whole body felt weak, the adrenaline-powered overexertion leaving her both drained and satisfied. And while she’d expected to feel some measure of regret after the two of them had acted on their impulses, she only felt affection for the other woman. Even though she told herself it was purely a chemical response, it felt…nice.

Mireille slipped out of Kirika as the omega collapsed on the bed, grabbing some tissues to clean the mess between her legs as Mireille’s cum began to drip out of her. The speed of the blonde’s movements was enough to prevent the sheets from being stained completely, but the few visible drops made it clear that she wasn’t perfect. However, given the amount she’d released, it was still an impressive result.

“Mireille…” Kirika whispered, her voice raw from crying out. “Thank you…I…”

“Shhh,” Mireille shushed her, afraid of what the younger woman might say next. “We don’t have to talk.”

Kirika moved to object, but her protest quickly gave way to a satisfied hum when Mireille leaned forward and embraced her. There was a new kind of gentleness to her touch, one that both recognized but refused to acknowledge.

Mireille laid down on the bed and turned Kirika sideways to take her natural position as the little spoon, kissing the back of her neck and earning a pleasant purr from her omega.

Her omega? For God’s sake, there she went again. It wasn’t the first time she’d had the thought, but she hoped it would be the last. Things were complicated enough already.

Kirika yawned and leaned back against Mireille, the wave of overwhelming sensations and the resulting exhaustion taking hold of her and bidding her to close her eyes.

Mireille didn’t let go of her. Even when she heard the rhythmic breaths that told her Kirika had gone to sleep, she didn’t let go. And no matter how much her better instincts told her not to think about this sort of thing…she couldn’t deny the fact that she had no intention of letting go any time soon.

With that, she closed her eyes. In for a treat, indeed.