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With an impatient rustle of the doorknob, the door to the apartment opened as Seele kicked her boots off, stripped out of her outer coat, and threw herself onto the worn-out couch like it’s the only place she won’t burn alive. Inside the safehouse was dim, a few streetlights shining through the window, the air thick and full of the lingering scent of omega heat—ripe, yet ragged at the edges. And to state out the obvious,
Seele was in heat.
Unfortunately, heat hit her like a freight train this cycle, sharper than before. It's probably stress. Probably the last mission. Probably just her luck. Definitely not because of a certain alpha that she just so happened to run into earlier while out on patrol in Boulder Town.
It would’ve been fine, yeah, with how she could just swiftly go back to her apartment and deal with this herself. But the thing is, that alpha just had to be there when her heat happened. Now, said alpha—Bronya trailed behind as she removed her shoes and arranged the coat and boots the omega had thrown behind. She stands from across the room—hands folded behind her back, gaze steady, like she’s never flinched from a fight in her life. Though Seele remembered the girl she used to be back in the orphanage. Quiet. Sickly. Too slow to manifest any alpha traits, and even slower to raise her voice.
“You don’t have to stay, you know.” Seele’s voice was hoarse, but the fire behind it was unyielding. “I can handle myself.”
“I know,” Bronya replies. Calm. Controlled. Not like those alphas Seele encountered all too well in the underworld when faced with an omega. “But you don’t have to, Seele.”
The words hit deeper than they should.
A beat. Before Seele, as stubborn as ever, spat out. “I’m not some wilting omega. I don’t need an alpha watching over me like I’m glass.”
“You’re not glass,” Bronya calmly replied before continuing, “You’re a blade.”
Silence. Heavy. Achingly thick.
Seele sat up from the couch and turned to Bronya, eyes narrowed. “Then why are you still here? “
Bronya stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “Because even blades need care when they’re worn thin.”
And Seele—burned out from fighting biology and history and herself—finally let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Don’t say things like that,” she murmured, avoiding eye contact. “It makes me want things.”
“I know,” Bronya said again, her voice softer now as if it already wasn’t before, “I do too.”
Once again, silence filled the room with an undeniable tension between the two.
After what felt like an eternity, Bronya cleared her throat, catching the other woman’s attention. “I’ll… prepare a cooling compress.”
The silver-haired woman made her way to the small kitchenette of the apartment, her footsteps padded quietly over the cracked tile floor, barely louder than the soft hum of the fan in the corner. The kitchenette was barely functional, but she moved through it with precision—grabbing a bowl, pouring cool water from the half-working faucet, and wringing out a clean cloth.
Seele remained on the couch, one hand gripping the cushion beneath her like an anchor. Her breath came in shallow pulls, too quick, too raw. Her heat wasn’t even at its peak yet, but it was surely creeping closer, waiting for her to crack and act out the inevitable.
She hated this. Hated how fragile it made her feel. Hated that Bronya, of all people, was seeing her like this.
What made her even more ticked off was that Bronya wasn’t even disgusted by it.
Well, she did look slightly stiff, but it was understandable, considering how Seele’s pheromones were basically invading Bronya’s nostrils, seducing the alpha. Though unlike most alphas Seele encountered, Bronya fought off her instincts, not wanting to take advantage of her heat. She was simply in her apartment, getting ready to use a cooling compress for the purple-haired woman.
Seele hated it, hated how it made her heart flutter.
Finally, Bronya returned with a bowl in hand. She set it down on the small, rickety table beside the couch and knelt down. “Here. It’ll help regulate your body temperature.” She looked up at Seele, gray eyes meeting purple, waiting for permission. “May I...? ”
The purple-haired woman glanced down at the other, then away with a low grumble. “Yeah. Whatever.”
Bronya didn’t take offense—never did. And when given the green light, she just dipped the cloth in the bowl, wrung it out, and gently pressed it onto Seele’s neck with careful, steady hands. The touch was cold, mercifully so. It made Seele suck in a sharp breath, the sting of coolness shocking her enough to momentarily forget the burning heat inside her.
After a moment, she muttered, “You always do this.” It was quiet, yet loud enough that only Bronya could hear due to their proximity. The latter paused before asking, “Do what? ”
“Like…” She gestured to the wet cloth, “... this! Like you know what to do, even when it’s messy, even when I’m a mess.”
“You’re not,” Bronya said, far too earnestly, so much that Seele couldn’t help but scoff, yet still didn’t move away from the cloth pressing against her skin. “Liar.”
“I’m not lying,” Bronya replied quietly, yet somehow steady and firm as steel. “You’re fighting something that was never fair to begin with. That doesn’t make you weak.”
Those words hit Seele hard .
With a swift motion, Seele turned her head just enough to look at her—flushed, damp, her hair sticking to her forehead, but her eyes still bright, burning with something defiant.
“And what, you’re just here to be my noble caretaker? The alpha who’s too good to touch an omega in heat? “
Bronya didn’t flinch. “I’m here because you matter to me, Seele. Not because of what you are.” Her gaze was firm yet also understanding and, oh, so patient. There was no pity, no judgment towards Seele for lashing out; only love and concern.
Noticing that detail, Seele’s expression faltered—just a little. Her shoulders slumped as she sighed, “That’s worse,” she muttered. “I’d rather it be from instinct. Then I could blame it on biology and pretend this ache in my chest isn’t something I chose.”
Bronya didn’t say anything. She simply looked at Seele, the wet cloth still in her hand, now resting gently on the omega’s collarbone. The silence stretched between them again, but this time it wasn’t heavy—it pulsed. It breathed.
Then, finally, she spoke—voice low, like it could crack if she wasn’t careful.
“I’m not here because of instinct,” she said, barely louder than the hum of the fan. “I’m here because… even if you weren’t in heat, even if you weren’t hurting, I’d still want to be close to you.”
She then rewet the cloth and pressed it more firmly to the side of Seele’s neck, her movements gentle, patient.
“I know you’d rather have something to fight,” Bronya continued, voice low, threading through the thick silence like a needle through cloth. “It’s easier to swing at something than to sit with what hurts.”
Seele let out a low, bitter chuckle. “God, you sound like some wise old grandparent.”
“And yet,” Bronya murmured, brushing a thumb briefly over Seele’s temple to push a damp strand of hair back, “you’re still listening."
That single touch—it was barely anything. But Seele felt it like a spark in her spine. She tilted her head just slightly, enough that the side of her cheek grazed the back of Bronya’s fingers. The latter moved the cloth to Seele’s flushed cheek, dabbing lightly, her touch still maddeningly gentle, maddeningly tender . It was enough to make Seele’s breath hitch again. Not from the cold, not from the discomfort, but from how easily this woman could reach in and stir things she’d spent years burying under bravado and survival.
The omega closed her eyes for a moment, exhausted but not from heat anymore, but from holding everything in.
“I hate that I want you here.” It came out hoarse, pained. “And I hate that I don’t want you to leave.”
Bronya stilled, fingers pausing against her cheek. “Then don’t,” she said, almost too softly.
Seele’s eyes opened, burning and heavy-lidded now. “You say it like it’s that simple.”
“It is.” Bronya’s hand moved again, this time brushing her jaw with just enough pressure to ground her. “You don’t have to earn softness, Seele. Not from me.”
Seele blinked. Her mouth parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came. What was there to say when someone looked at her like that—like she was worth more than just her status, her scars, her heat?
Bronya’s hand stilled at the side of her face, cloth forgotten, thumb brushing along her jaw. The moment stretched, thin and electric. Seele’s eyes flicked to Bronya’s lips, then away—once, twice—before finally settling there with a kind of reluctant surrender.
"You shouldn’t look at me like that," Seele rasped, her voice cracking. “I’m barely holding it together.”
"Then let me hold you together," Bronya murmured, barely audible.
And just like that, Seele snapped.
She surged forward—not with aggression, but with desperation. Her hands grabbed at Bronya’s collar, yanking her in as their lips crashed together in a kiss that was more fire than finesse. Bronya didn’t resist. If anything, she leaned in, deepening it, her hands bracing Seele’s hips with instinctive care rather than demand. It wasn’t a claiming—it was a reminder that she was there, that Seele didn’t have to battle this alone.
The kiss was raw and full of heat—not just from biology, but from all the words unsaid, all the feelings they'd danced around for years. When they parted, both of them breathless, Seele didn’t let go. She pressed her forehead to Bronya’s, their exhales mingling, hearts thundering in sync.
“I hate this,” she whispered, but her hands trembled as they curled in the fabric of Bronya’s shirt.
“I know,” Bronya whispered back, her fingers brushing strands of purple hair away from Seele’s damp face. “But I’m here anyway. Not because you need me—because I want to be here.” A pause, “And no, it’s not because of your heat,” she said in a playful tone, earning a scoff and a light jab from Seele. “Idiot.”
With a soft chuckle from the alpha, the two kissed once again, with Bronya now standing in between Seele’s legs, hands cupping Seele’s face with reverence, thumbs stroking her cheeks as if to ground her. Seele’s own hands wandered upward, slipping beneath the fabric of Bronya’s shirt, fingertips pressing against bare skin, craving that steady warmth.
Pulling apart again for air, Seele then licked her swollen lips and whispered, “You’re going to ruin me.”
Bronya smiled faintly. “Only if you let me.”
And Seele—heart thudding, pulse erratic—smiled back. “Guess I already did.”
Bronya gently guided her backward onto the couch, careful, slow, patient. The streetlights still filtered through the window, casting a serene light around them in the apartment. The air remained thick, but the tension had shifted—from unbearable restraint to something warm and unraveling.
Hands wandered. Mouths explored. But it wasn’t frantic. It was sensual and passionate. Each touch was a promise, as if to say, ‘You’re not alone. You’re not glass. You’re wanted.’
And in that quiet, blistering haze, Seele didn’t burn alone anymore.
Now, here she was, making out with Bronya in her apartment. Yes, the Bronya Rand—Supreme Guardian of Belobog. With that said, Bronya's fingers slid beneath the hem of Seele’s tank top, slow and steady, giving the latter every chance to pull away. But Seele didn’t. Instead, she raised her arms, letting the fabric slip away, revealing the sight of heat-glazed skin beneath, clearly sweaty and needy .
Bronya’s breath hitched for a second—but not out of lust, not at first. It was reverence. The way she looked at Seele made the omega’s heart stutter in her chest, made her want to hide and lean into it all at once.
“You’re beautiful,” Bronya murmured, brushing her lips over Seele’s shoulder, then down the slope of her collarbone, smelling the omega’s pheromones, with her fingers exploring Seele’s body, feeling everything.
Seele scoffed under her breath, but it broke halfway through. “Don’t say that. You’ll make me fall harder.” Ironically, she appreciated the compliment, especially with how the alpha was admiring— worshipping her body.
“Then fall,” Bronya whispered, fingers trailing along the side of Seele’s waist before guiding her down to the cushions, gently laying her back like she was something precious.
The omega shivered, heat pulsing through her body in heavy waves now, but Bronya was careful. Always careful.
She kissed along Seele’s throat, down to her chest, where her mouth paused, hovering. Her hand moved up first, fingers tracing the curve of a breast before cupping it gently, her thumb grazing over a sensitive peak. Seele hissed at the contact, back arching involuntarily.
“You okay? “ Bronya asked softly, lips brushing over the sensitive swell of Seele’s breast, soft and slow, igniting a burn beneath her skin.
“Yeah,” Seele breathed, “more than okay.”
With that, Bronya closed her lips around the nipple, kissing and sucking gently as her other hand slid down over Seele’s abdomen, like she was memorizing every feature, every scar, and every stretch of skin. The omega let her legs fall apart in invitation, instinct and want taking over her. Bronya settled between them, never rushing, never greedy. She trailed her kisses lower—over Seele’s trembling stomach, across the waistband of her shorts, until her fingers hooked into the fabric.
Still, she hesitated, her gaze up at Seele, waiting.
Seele knew what she meant. “Please,” she rasped, her voice rough with longing. “I need you.”
Those words sparked something in Bronya—permission, yes, but also trust.
She eased the last of Seele’s clothing away and kissed the inside of her thigh, slow and reverent. The scent of Seele’s heat was stronger now, heady and thick; it made Bronya’s nose flare, yet she didn’t flinch. She leaned in, breathing her in like a drug, before her mouth met the slick heat between Seele’s thighs.
The omega gasped, hips twitching, fingers immediately tangling into Bronya’s silver hair. But Bronya held her steady, one hand pressed against her thigh to keep her grounded as her tongue stroked slow, deliberate patterns through the wetness.
Seele whimpered, breath stuttering with every pass. The pressure was maddening—gentle, too gentle at times, but never aimless. Bronya knew exactly what she was doing. She circled her tongue around that sensitive nub with purpose, then sucked lightly, drawing a ragged cry from Seele’s throat.
“You’re…” Seele choked, slightly frustrated with how gentle Bronya was, “Aeons, you’re killing me.”
Bronya didn’t stop, only looked up with darkened eyes. “No. I’m showing you how you deserve to be touched.” Seele didn’t argue back.
The silver-haired woman kept going, alternating pressure, building heat in a way that felt both indulgent and merciful. When she felt that the omega was wet and relaxed enough, she slowly slipped a finger into her, and Seele tensed—then moaned, back arching as the dual sensation finally cracked something inside her. Feeling the warm tightness, Bronya moved carefully, pumping her finger in rhythm with her tongue, drawing her closer and closer to the edge.
The alpha’s ministrations were enough to cause the climax to hit Seele like a wave, sudden and crashing. She cried out Bronya’s name, thighs trembling around her head as her body spasmed with the release. It wasn’t just the heat—it was the history, the could-have-beens, the love, everything.
Bronya didn’t move until Seele’s breathing evened out, until the shudders eased. Then she climbed back up, kissing her slowly, deeply, letting Seele taste herself on her lips.
Seele, dazed but not broken, reached up and cupped Bronya’s face, pulling her in until their foreheads touched again.
“I want…” she tried, but the words faltered. And while in her heat-clouded mind, she humped herself against Bronya, wanting more, seeking out more friction. The alpha bit her lip at this; her grip on the omega’s waist tightened just a bit, trying not to lose control. “Seele…”
“Bronya…” Seele gasped, feeling something hard pressed against her cunt. It ignited the omega in her to be taken by an alpha that, for once, Seele herself agreed to that side of her, because this wasn’t any other alpha; this was Bronya. “Please… I need…”
Bronya's breath hitched as she hovered above Seele; the slick heat pressed against her clothed dick made her heart beat fast, but she didn't move—not yet. Not without being sure. Her forehead still rested against Seele’s, their breaths tangling again as her voice came out low, trembling with restraint, but she still held onto control. Held it for Seele. “Tell me what you need.”
Seele whimpered, her hands fisting the back of Bronya’s shirt, her legs spreading open further apart, hips lifted, brushing again against the bulge pressed between them. “I need you in me. I need to feel you—claim me if you want; I don’t care. Just... make me yours .”
Bronya’s pupils dilated, her alpha scent sharpening for a moment before she leaned in, kissing Seele again—slow and devouring, a silent answer that said, ‘ Yes, I will,’ a vow.
Her hands slid down to her waistband, and with practiced ease, she shed the last pieces of her clothing. Her body was lean and battle-worn, scarred like Seele’s, but no less beautiful for it. The moment Seele saw her body, she exhaled shakily—like the final barrier between them had crumbled, and there was nothing left to hide. Then, her eyes trailed downwards, now focused down to the alpha’s crotch.
Her eyes widened at the size of it.
She breathed sharply. It was… impressive—thick, long, and pulsing with need. The flushed tip glistened with anticipation, leaking with pre-cum, and the prominent veins only made it more attractive. There was slight panic, yes, but also something deep within Seele stirred, aching in response. Her omega self practically purred. Seele wasn’t sure how it could possibly fit—but that only made her want it more, need it more, overpowering her nervousness that came along with it.
Meanwhile, Bronya couldn’t help but feel worried, even self-conscious of herself, especially with how Seele’s gaze was so focused and intense on her dick. “What’s wrong? ”
The callout seemed to snap Seele out of her daze. She noticed the other’s expression, sensing a look of worry in them. “Nothing, it’s just… Wow. You’re big .”
Bronya blushed, “Too much? “ Her voice filled with worry, though with a hint of pride.
Seele tried to find the words, “No… It isn’t, I guess.” It came out hoarse.
“You guess? “ Bronya quipped, which earned a scoff from Seele, “You know what I mean.”
She bucked her hips beneath the Bronya, breathless. “Now stop making me wait—please.”
Witnessing such a sight of the usual arrogant, brash omega begging for her made the alpha within her rumble in delight. And with that, Bronya reached down between them, guiding herself carefully, so slowly it almost hurt. She rubbed the thick head around Seele’s slit to coat it with its wetness. An impatient whine came from the omega, and so, Bronya pressed her hips forward, the tip easing inside.
Seele’s head tipped back against the couch’s armrest, mouth parted in a breathless moan. The stretch, the fullness—it was perfect. Though painful but not unwelcome, it was just overwhelming in the best way that she couldn’t help but curse under her breath. “Fuck…”
Bronya paused just as she was about to inch deeper, her arms positioned around Seele’s trembling form. “You okay? ” she whispered, the haze in her mind cleared in that instant at the aspect, let alone the thought of accidentally hurting Seele.
“Yeah, just a sec…” Seele gasped, gripping Bronya’s shoulders like they were the only thing anchoring her. There was a momentary pause, and the latter understood that Seele was taking her time to adjust to her size. After a few minutes, there was an indication—a buckle of hips and a voice: “You can move now.”
Bronya obeyed while also giving Seele the time to adjust as she slowly, gently, and carefully pushed deeper inch by inch. Seele’s breath hitched, clawing and digging her nails into the cushions beneath her, all the while clenching down around Bronya’s cock in response to the intrusion. The stretch burned, but it was a sweet ache—one that made her feel alive, made her feel wanted in the most primal way. Her stomach churned; the length was practically splitting her apart; in spite of that, Bronya wasn’t even done —hell, she was still halfway in.
Finally, they both released an exhale in unison when Bronya buried herself to the hilt inside Seele’s tight, velvety walls that were milking her cock. She felt incredibly full , so full that she choked out a sob, catching her breath from the sheer overwhelming fullness and throbbing inside of her. There was a momentary pause, and Bronya understood that Seele was taking her time to adjust to her size. She leaned down to rest her forehead against the omega’s, trying to maintain control over herself as she breathed in Seele’s scent. She could feel her alpha side wanting to take Seele already, but she held herself back. Not yet. Let Seele adjust.
After a few minutes, there was an indication—a buckle of hips and a strained, raspy voice: “Move.”
Which Bronya did—slow at first, with controlled thrusts that sent sparks skittering down Seele’s spine. Each roll of her hips was precise and deliberate, seeking out every angle that made Seele gasp, tremble, and keen in needy pleasure.
And Aeons , Seele felt it. Everything. Every inch of Bronya inside her, every drag, every grind, every kiss planted against her throat or jaw. It was too much and not enough, and she didn’t want it to stop. She fucked herself against Bronya, wanting more , insatiably so. Their bodies found a rhythm, something messy and aching and intimate. Bronya grunted softly with every thrust, her self-control fraying with each passing second but never breaking. For Seele.
“You feel…” Bronya managed through clenched teeth, “so good , Seele.”
Seele’s laugh was a half-broken sob, a mixture of disbelief and surrender; ‘How had she let herself fall this far? ’
“Keep saying my name.”
“Seele,” Bronya murmured again and again—like a chant, like a prayer, like it grounded her as much as it undid her. With a rhythm that had long since run its course, Bronya's hips rolled into Seele's as their bodies moved with ever-increasing urgency. The couch beneath them groaned in protest, its legs scraping slightly against the floor with each deep thrust. Every movement caused the cushions to move, barely cushioning the force of repeatedly colliding bodies.
Bronya buried her face in the crook of Seele’s neck while thrusting, breathing her in. Then she grumbled, her hands tightening around Seele’s hips when she felt the latter’s scent gland. With dilated eyes, she was tempted to bite, to finally mark Seele as hers, but held herself back. It would be wise to do it when they’re both clear-headed—when Seele wasn’t drowning with the helpless hunger of her heat and Bronya wasn’t driven by the heady mix of pheromones and instinct. As much as instinct clawed at her to sink in and claim, Bronya wanted their bond to be made by choice, not just a byproduct of biology.
But Seele’s body made it hard to think—so warm, so eager with every thrust. Her moans were unrestrained, shameless now—loud and raw, mingling with Bronya’s deeper, broken gasps, and the sound of their bodies, skin-slapping-skin, filled the small apartment. The walls were thin, and there was no hiding it, no pretending that this wasn’t happening. The neighbors would hear them—but neither of them cared.
Seele’s fingers moved from the cushions to claw at Bronya’s back, leaving long streaks of scratch marks on her skin. The sharp contrast between pain and pleasure made her dizzy, yet she ached for more. Bronya growled lowly, and in response, she snapped her hips forward, harder this time. The force of the thrust made Seele jump with a choked sob. “Fuck— Bronya—”
The alpha didn’t stop. She moved with an intensity that left Seele even more breathless than earlier. Seele clung onto Bronya, her mind a haze of sensations—burning, aching, but utterly desperate for more. Her legs wrapped around Bronya’s waist, pulling her in deeper, urging her to go faster.
"Bronya—oh, fuck— please!" Seele's voice cracked, the words barely a whisper between ragged gasps. She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore, but the need was there—raw and unrelenting. Bronya's hands steadied her, fingers digging into her hips as she pushed them both to the edge. Bronya’s eyes locked with Seele’s, the intensity in her gaze unwavering, almost as if she was silently reminding her that she wasn’t alone.
Seele’s breath came faster, her hands now trembling as she gripped Bronya’s shoulders, pulling her closer. The pleasure was building, spiraling toward something inevitable. She was so close, so close, and she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Bronya—” Her voice was desperate, the words catching in her throat as the wave of release of a second orgasm crashed over Seele even harder than the last, forcing her to cry out as she clenched even tighter around Bronya, shaking under her. But Bronya didn’t stop. She held her through it, slowed only slightly, coaxing her down from that dizzying high while chasing her own release.
“Can I—? ” she choked out, breathless against Seele’s shoulder, pleading for Seele’s consent.
“Yes,” Seele moaned, keeping her legs locked around Bronya’s waist to prevent her from pulling out. “Please. Come inside. I want it—I want all of you.”
That permission— that trust—shattered Bronya’s restraint completely.
With a final, deep thrust, she spilled inside Seele, her body trembling as the orgasm tore through her. The warmth, the pressure, and the intimacy of it made Seele whimper again, hips twitching at the feeling of being filled, marked, and wanted . They collapsed together, tangled and slick, limbs heavy with exhaustion and something else—something quieter, deeper. Not heat. Not biology. Just them .
Bronya shifted slightly, making sure she wasn’t crushing the shorter woman beneath her, and Seele hummed as she let her hands roam across Bronya’s back, trailing nails gently. A comforting silence enveloped the apartment before it was eventually broken with,
“…Told you,” Seele whispered, her voice almost a croak, “you ruined me.”
Bronya kissed her temple and pulled the nearest blanket over them both. “Then we’re even,” she murmured, curling her arms around her like she was something sacred.
Outside, the town buzzed quietly with distinct chatter and the occasional flickering of streetlights, unaware of the two women tangled in the dim light of the apartment.
Inside, Seele—still burning, but no longer alone—finally allowed herself to rest.