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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:31:20 No.69987801 Report

>>69987171
aight its finished
posting momentarily
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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:35:04 No.69987866 Report

>>69987801

Alright lettuce begin

>I am officially over the novelty of Estrus Season.

>Monday, six-thirty in the morning.
>I’ve been staring at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand by Nova’s bed for over half an hour now.
>Silently watching the minutes tick by, literally.
>I’m usually already up and getting ready by this point. Up until the past week, I’ve made it a point to be punctual with my job. Never late, always on time.
>The Baryonyx tangled against my side has made that a bit of a challenge since it struck her.
>It’s not her fault, of course. I could never blame her for the havoc her biology is playing on her, and to her credit, she’s been an adult about it.
>...Was being an adult about it, until the suppresstrus ran out.
>Turns out she had way less than she thought she did.
>And trying to actually get more in the middle of a season is essentially a Hail Mary, outside of getting robbed by shady scalpers on DBay.
>At first, we remedied the solution by keeping our distance for the first few days.
>Again, she was an adult about it. We both know what’s going on and we both have careers to maintain.
>Come Friday night though, Nova had gotten insistent that she wanted to see me over the phone.
>Very insistent.
>Complete with photos.
>And try as I might, I am but a weak willed man.
>With an incredibly hot q t three point one four gator gee eff.

>It was one of the wildest weekends of my fucking life.
>She did not let me get much rest.
>Or much space.
>At all.
>But the weekend’s over now.
>The estrus sure isn’t, though.
>Nova’s clinging to me like I’m a body pillow right now. Has been ever since she passed out last night.
>Her arms are wrapped tight around me like a vice, her bare torso pressed against my side. Saurians are typically cooler than humans in my experience, but right now she feels like a fucking furnace against me.
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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:35:35 No.69987874 Report

Quoted By: >>69987891

>>69987866
>Her legs are hooked around my right leg, tail curled tight about the same ankle, forcing me to keep my limbs spread to avoid her spines poking against my left calve.
>She’s tucked her snout against the crook of my neck, and I can feel hear breath ghosting across my throat as she snores.
>Goddamn does she snore loud.
>It’s kind of cute.
>Less cute that the arm she’s laying across is effectively numb and feels like a swarm of angry, static bees bouncing around my skin.
>Not to mention the fact I really need to get moving if I want to avoid being late.
>And getting moving means waking her up.

>You got yourself into this mess, Anon. Time to get out.

>Plan A. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. If I can disengage from the Baryonyx without waking her, I might be able to get out here unmolested.
>Caaaaarefully I begin to shift, pulling myself away from her inch by inch. I manage to finagle my leg free from hers, and her tail loosely begins to unwind from about my ankle as I draw away.
>Sluggish as I’m going, it has yet to disturb her, still peacefully sawing logs.
>I just might get clear–
>And then her head slips from neck and thumps against the pillow.
>Her snoring cuts off like a switch was flicked.
>Drowsiness slows her reaction for a few moments, but before I liberate myself of my lover, the Baryonyx presses herself firm against my side with a throaty grumble.
>She wedges her cheek against my collarbone, claws grasping at the fabric of the tanktop I had passed out in, earning faint scores against my skin through the cloth.
>Her legs fitfully snake and jerk below and over mine, trying to secure her grip once more.
>Fuck.

>Plan B then. We do, in fact, negotiate with terrorists in this household.
>Sighing softly, I lean over and press my lips against the messy mop of dark blue hair beneath my head. A low rumble leaves her at the feeling of the kiss.

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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:36:06 No.69987891 Report

Quoted By: >>69987898

>>69987874

>”Nooooooovaaaaa,” I croon her name to her, a little playfully, trying to appeal to her, hoping the sappiness might make this go a little easier.
>”No.”
>Her voice is hoarse from her snoring, a low and disgruntled murmur. Her grip around me is starting to tighten again.
>Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.
>Sighing, I nudge her with the shoulder she’s pressing against. “Baby, we both got work today. C’mon, time to get up.”
>”No,” she repeats, a little more firmly this time.
>”Stop being retarded and just call off already…” She adds with a mumble.
>She sweetens the demand by rubbing the edge of her snout along the curve of my throat, nuzzling me lazily.
>Part of me finds it kind of cute, how stubborn she’s being despite being the older of the pair of us. The part is swiftly dwindling as I glance at the clock and see my window to still make it on time while still looking presentable is rapidly dwindling.
>”My boss doesn’t like me to call in on short notice, you know that.”
>”So…?” She huffs, her little snout-rubs beginning to still. “Every place offers Estrus leave, ‘non, just use it already. They’ll get it.”
>That makes me furrow my brow. It was an option I had actually looked into, but–
>”Spouses only at my workplace, hun.”
>We’ve been dating for a bit now, but just that. Dating.
>She groans; I can feel her snout wrinkle a little.
>”That’s–I–Whatever, I don’t care. Just say you’re sick.”
>”Nova–”
>”Anon,” she whines my name. “I -need- you here right now.”
>She shifts closer, melding her body against mine. Her breasts press against my chest, and she bucks her hips against my thigh slowly, grinding her crotch along my leg, letting me feel the heat pooling between her hips.
>”I need you,” she repeats, lower this time, tilting her head to press her lips along my pulse point. I can feel the faintest hint of teeth.

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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:36:37 No.69987898 Report

Quoted By: >>69987912

>>69987891
>I catch a hint of light blue eyes, half-lidded and hazy, peering up at me through her messy mulled locks.

>Anon, you can’t miss work.
>You need to be an adult.
>Don’t think with your dick right now.
>You gotta be responsible.
>You have to get away from this fucking beast before she initiates and you aren’t gonna be able to resist her.

>Plan C.
>E j e c t.

>”...Baby, I’m sorry.”
>It’s all the warning I give her. It’s all the warning she needs; I can -feel- the hiss building in her throat as she tenses against me.
>With all the force I can muster I yank my body to the left, ripping myself towards the edge of the bed.
>An angry growl ripples forth from the Baryonyx as she pulls at me, hard, trying to heave me back onto the mattress. Her claws have sunk in tight against the top and I can hear the fabric tearing from the force of our struggle.
>I grunt in pain as I feel that thick, muscular tail of hers club against my nearest leg, trying to knock me off-balance so I’m all the easier to pull back into her embrace.
>She’s strong, stupidly so, the hormones making her far more rough than she’d normally be. But I’m no lanklet like I was back in High School.
>With a huff of effort I manage to tear myself out of her grasp, staggering to my feet on the floor and stumbling some steps away from the bed.
>A hiss leaves me as I feel a dull throb of pain across the right of my chest. Glancing down, I find that one of her claws accidentally scored a thin red mark across my pectoral.
>It’s just a little cut, it’ll heal.
>I’m snapped back to reality by the crocodilian snarl that rumbles forth from the bewitched beside Baryonyx.
>Nova’s sitting on the edge of the mattress by this point, panting lowly from exertion and frustration. Her tail’s waving in lazy, agitated arcs behind her like a cat eyeing a toy.

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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:37:12 No.69987912 Report

Quoted By: >>69987926

>>69987898

>Her claws have bundled up fistfuls of the bed sheets with knuckle-white intensity.
>She looks -pissed.- There’s an intensity in her gaze as she glares at me, a heat that’s dulled by a hint of apologeticness.
>I’m not mad at her.
>She’s not herself right now.

>”I gotta go get ready,” I say again, trying to fill the air with something. She doesn’t respond.
>Clearing my throat, I take a step away from the bed. Then another, watching her all-the-while, trying to see if she’s going to give in to the impulse and make a move.
>She doesn’t. She eyes me the whole way, her gaze tracking me, but she’s doing her best to reign herself in.
>I respect her for it. I really do. I can’t imagine what it’s like to fight that kind of biological fire riding under your skin. She’s far stronger than she gives herself credit for.
>”I’ll be back right after work to spend time with you, okay? Promise.”
>I edge towards the bedroom door, pausing to add, “Love you.”
>She grunts in response. I don’t waste time to hope for a follow-up, opening the door and moving down the hall.

>Down on time as I am, I all but rush to the Nova’s bathroom, snagging the hygiene supplies I had been smart enough to bring along with my clothes before I committed to her little weekend getaway.
>After brushing my teeth and the quickest shave of my life, I immerse myself in a shower.
>A cold shower.
>A really cold shower.
>The water’s frigid but goddamn does it have a purpose.
>I might’ve been the responsible one in that moment, but man, did I desperately not want to be.
>Something my body’s really agreeing with. I feel like a fucking teenager again.
>I’m starting to think that meme about Bary pheromones I read a while back is real, my mind can’t get itself out of the gutter right now, no matter how much I hold it underneath the icy assault of the showerhead.

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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:38:02 No.69987926 Report

Quoted By: >>69987939

>>69987912
>Try as I might to wind myself back down, over the rush of the water, I hear something that sends a shock of panic through my body.
>The faint creak of slow footsteps down the hall.
>And the low squeak of the door cracking open.
>I don’t know how I expected her to be able to resist long enough to get out of the house. Hindsight’s a bitch.
>I pause in the midst of my scrubbing, glancing towards the shower curtains. I can see her outline through them in the glow of the bathroom’s light.
>Blurred as it is, her body language almost seems timid. I can tell her arms are folded in front of her.
>”...You okay?”
>Her voice is less hoarse now, having had time to wake up. She’s speaking softly.
>”I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
>She’s never this affectionate or concerned for me. Estrus affects her in more ways than one.
>I can’t help but smile. “It’s just a little cut, Nova, I’m fine.”
>”I’m sorry,” she mumbles all-the-same. “I didn’t mean it.”
>”I know hun, it’s fine–”
>”Can I make it up to you?”

>And there it is.
>A sigh escapes me. “Nova.”
>I say her name as a warning. It goes ignored.
>She moves closer, jerking the shower curtain.
>She’s might’ve been topless in bed, but she’s fully nude now. Her eyes are more alert, yet clouded with that same haze.
>Wordlessly, she steps into the shower, possessing enough self-awareness to slip the curtain back into place behind her.
>She’s on me within the next second.
>Gently so. I was expecting some far more ravenous, but she comes to me quietly. Her body presses to mine, chest to chest as she leans into me. I can already feel her tail snaking about my waist.
>Quiet still, she presses her palms against my chest. My breath hitches a little as feel her scales drift across my skin.

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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:38:41 No.69987939 Report

Quoted By: >>69987956

>>69987926
>She eyes the little, angry cut she had made earlier. Her eyes narrow slightly.
>She leans in, and presses her lips against it, kissing it softly.
>Her tilts up, raising to kiss me once more, this time to the underside of my jaw. Her lips press longer to me there.
>”I’m sorry,” she murmurs against me.

>I could tell her that, again, it’s just a cut.
>I could tell her that she needs to let me finish getting ready so I can go to work.
>I could.
>But instead, I quietly accept the apology by accepting her. My arms slip around her waist, pulling her against my more firmly.
>She returns the embrace, tail curling about the both of us as she hangs her arms against the small of my back. She leans herself against me, letting me support her weight.
>She presses her head against my collarbone, and I let my chin lean against the crown of her messy hair.

>We’re quiet for awhile, letting the water trickle over us.
>It’s a far more tender moment than I experienced.
>Nova’s never been a loving person. An affectionate one, at least.
>Displays like this are rare for her. Even something as simple as holding hands took a long time once we realized we were interested in one another.
>A moment of vulnerability this deep is something else entirely.
>A layer of her soul the hormones are allowing to slip through, ever so briefly.

>I don’t mind this.

>I’m stirred from the warmth of her embrace as I realize she’s shivering slightly against me.
>It’s enough to make me remember the chill against my back.
>The cold water.
>With a murmured apology, I slip one of my arms free of her and fumble for the shower knob behind me. I twist it rapidly, sliding it to the max heat it will go.
>I grit my teeth at the intensity of the warm water, the rapid temperature change shocking me.
>Her reaction is far more pleasant.

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Anonymous Tue 15 Oct 2024 05:39:52 No.69987956 Report

Quoted By: >>69988008

>>69987939

>A low, throaty rumble begins to escape her. As the steam begins to cloud about us, the rumble rises in intensity. I can feel it in my bones as she squeezes me. Some whispered thanks is faintly heard beneath her breath.
>”...’non?”
>I hum softly to let her know I heard her.
>She pauses. I can feel her eyes flicker open as her eyelashes tickle against my skin.
>”Can we just stay like this a little longer?”
>She pauses. Her clawtips trace little nervous patterns against the skin of my back.
>”I know, you…You’ve got work, but…”
>”Hey.”

>She flinches a little as I respond so curtly to her. I’ve never seen her so nervous before.
>She leans away from me, just enough so that she can look into my eyes.
>Those cyan pools are so bright and warm right now.
>I give her a little smile.
>”...Maybe I can be late, just this once.”

>Her expression melts into something indescribably affectionate.
>I don’t get to see it for long.
>But a second later, she lunges in at me, pressing me against the shower wall.
>Her lips press to mine. There’s no chastity in this kiss; her tongue is wrestling against my own in moments, her taste flooding my mouth.
>Her hips grind slowly against my pelvis, and I can already feel her undoing all the work that cold water so desperately tried to perform.
>The shower washing over us is hot.
>But the touch of her body against mine is hotter.

>I’m definitely gonna be late for work.
>Really late.
>Because the air is filled with steam, and the happiest Baryonyx rumbles I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

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Hope it was alright, Novabros
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