In Heat
When I came to, I was lying on the bed in my own room.
My whole body was clammy with last night's sweat, and my head pounded as though it might split. Every muscle was screaming in its own register. Yesterday hung in my mind like fog. Clutching my throbbing skull, I tried to piece together what had happened.
The walk. Meeting Emma. And then... the female climax.
As the fragments clicked into place one by one, heat flooded my face. I threw the covers off in a panic and checked my body. Thankfully, there were no puppy ears, no tail, no collar in sight. Instead I was wearing a soft silk nightgown — a woman's slip, the chest cut in a shallow plunge. I didn't need to think hard about who had changed me. It had to be one of the two of them.
More importantly... something was wrong with my body.
Deep in my lower belly. Somewhere between my ass and my cock, something trembled — a faint, persistent quiver. It pulsed as if a second heart had taken root there. Each time it did, an unidentifiable heat would slowly unfurl from my gut. It wasn't unpleasant. If anything, it felt good. Like someone was gently massaging my prostate. My body twisted in on itself; strength flooded my legs.
I yanked the covers all the way up over my head. I knew hiding under the blankets wouldn't let me escape this feeling. But if I didn't do at least this much, I was certain I would have another female climax.
This was all Veronica's fault. Because of her, my body had gone strange. Could I ever go back to the way I was? And if I couldn't... then what? Confused thoughts churned through my mind.
And in that moment, the throbbing in my lower belly grew stronger.
"Hihik...♡?"
A short moan slipped out before I could stop it. The pleasure that had been blooming softly until just now turned into a burning heat, and that heat slowly spread through my entire body. My cock began to swell, slowly, regardless of its owner's will. The risen cock pitched a tent in the slip.
Fuck... why, why is this happening!
A cock standing on its own is a common enough thing for a man. But that's a physiological response based on stimulation. For it to go hard like this without any stimulation at all was wrong. Don't tell me I got turned on just from this throbbing? No. No...!
I desperately tried to think of something else. The war. Father. The army. I even tried singing the national anthem. But none of it could quell the powerful desire that now ruled my body. It was only after a long, agonizing stretch on the bed that I finally managed to calm the arousal.
If this kept up, I really might go insane. And I felt pathetic for being this way. Trembling with anxiety and self-loathing, I spent the night wide awake.
From that day on, my body was no longer my own.
Heat that came without warning, at any hour. While I was eating. While I was reading. Even in front of other people. The throbbing in my lower belly would arrive without fail. That tiny tremor would send ripples through me, setting my whole body on fire. Each time, I would barricade myself in my room and struggle to suppress the urge.
After a few days, I got the hang of it. Waiting for the arousal to die down was a fool's errand. It was better to just deal with it quickly.
I locked the door and lay down on the bed. Veronica was right next door. The rooms weren't completely soundproof — if any noise leaked out, there was no telling what would happen. I lifted the hem of my dress and bit it between my teeth. My cock was already rock-hard, even though I hadn't touched it.
"Hnn..."
It had been a long time since I'd touched my own cock. After the war started, I'd been too out of it to masturbate before coming to this mansion. And after arriving, I'd only ever been taken care of by Veronica's hands. Still, I'd spent years handling this myself. I started stroking my cock up and down with familiar ease.
"Nngh, mmph...!"
A muffled moan burst out. The fabric of the dress grew wet with saliva. I picked up the pace. Pleasure built, and the urge to come rushed in.
But something was missing. The pleasure from my cock still felt good, but it wasn't enough. It was like not being able to scratch an itch in the right place. What I wanted was something deeper... a pleasure so intense it felt like my brain would melt. Even gripping faster and harder wasn't enough.
In the end, I came hollowly. Thin semen splattered across the bedsheets.
"Haa... haa..."
I spat out the dress I'd been biting. The room was filled with nothing but ragged breathing and the raw smell of semen. But my body wasn't satisfied at all. If anything, it howled for even greater stimulation.
I hesitated, then slowly reached my hand downward. My fingers brushed near the closed hole between my ass cheeks. How did she... do this. I tried to put a finger in the way Veronica had, but it wasn't easy. I shifted positions this way and that, searching for a comfortable angle. I took a deep breath and forced a finger inside.
"Ghhk!"
Instead of the pleasure I'd wanted, a sharp pain stabbed through me. I nearly screamed. I gave up on touching my ass and collapsed onto the bed.
The post-nut clarity hit me like a tsunami. I'd actually tried to put a finger in my own ass. Even a priest taking confession would have looked at me with pity. And the worst part of the comedown was that I was still craving that pleasure.
The heat only grew worse.
The nightly surges meant I barely slept. During the day, the stretches of time I spent in a daze grew longer and longer. I knew the solution. Going to Veronica. I could never recreate that pleasure on my own.
Suddenly I resented her. Why didn't she come looking for me at times like this? She used to summon me practically every day. She only came for me when she needed me, and when I wanted her, she was nowhere to be found. I'd tried to bring it up naturally at mealtimes, but lately she'd been too busy and had been taking her meals in her own room.
In the end, I had no choice but to go to her first.
I staggered to the door and stepped out. Standing in front of Veronica's door, my heart started pounding like mad. What should I say. How should I ask. Should I just go back. My mind was a mess of thoughts. But my body already knew the answer.
Knock, knock, knock—
The sound of knocking echoed through the quiet hallway. A moment later, the door opened and Veronica appeared.
"Oh my— Katrina."
Veronica wasn't surprised to see me at all. As if she'd known I would come. She held a wine glass in her hand, and the sweet scent of wine brushed my nose. Wait. She said she was busy with work, and she's drinking wine?
"I didn't call for you. What brings you here at this hour?"
She was asking even though she already knew. I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth. I just looked at her. It wasn't that I didn't know what to say. What I needed to ask for was perfectly clear. But the moment I said it out loud, I felt like I would truly become a female. My lips barely moved as I searched for the best words.
"Don't just stand there. Come in."
Veronica led me into the room. I let her guide me to the sofa. She sat across from me and crossed her legs with elegant poise.
"So. What is it?"
She asked again.
"W-well..."
"If it's hard to say, have a drink first and take your time."
She poured wine into an empty glass and handed it to me. She'd clearly been waiting, knowing I would come. You don't need two glasses if you're drinking alone. But now that I was here, that didn't matter anymore. I downed the red wine in one gulp.
"Huu..."
The astringency, the sweetness, and the alcohol hit me all at once. Veronica clapped silently, looking impressed. Pouring liquor into an empty stomach, the buzz came on fast. A tiny measure of courage welled up.
"...You know why I came."
"I really don't."
"After you did th-that last time, and you say you don't know?"
"That thing? And what 'thing' would that be?"
"I mean, back then..."
But the courage the wine had given me evaporated as easily as the alcohol itself. When I hesitated, Veronica picked up her glass and sat down beside me. Then she slowly traced her hand along my thigh, from the knee toward my ass.
"Are you talking about the walk with the collar on, or what came after?"
"...After."
"When I fucked your ass right in front of Emma?"
My body flinched at the sudden, filthy words. And with those words, the throbbing in my lower belly started again. Damn it, this body of mine...! I clenched my legs with everything I had, holding on. But Veronica's gaze dropped to my crotch. The outline of my erect cock stood out clearly through the slip. She smiled with satisfaction and took a sip of wine.
"Hasn't your lower belly been throbbing and burning ever since then?"
"Hnn... yes..."
"And even when you masturbate alone, it's not enough. Hmm?"
"Haaugh..."
Veronica set down her wine glass and pulled me into her arms. Her full breasts pressed against my shoulder. And like lovers after sex, she breathed against my ear and whispered. The pounding in my lower belly grew stronger.
"What do you want me to do for you, Katrina?"
Veronica knew exactly what I wanted, but she clung to it relentlessly. She wanted to make me say it myself. The words I desperately wanted — and desperately wanted to deny — rose to the tip of my tongue, then sank back down, over and over.
"Please... make me have a female climax again..."
But in the end, they spilled out.
"I want to come, but I can't do it alone..."
Tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes slid down my cheeks. It was wretched. Humiliating. But I couldn't stop. Because I was a body that could no longer come without her.
"I see. That must have been so hard for you."
Hearing my desperate confession, Veronica looked satisfied. Her hand rose slowly to the top of my head and began to stroke me gently. It was the reward you give a puppy that has successfully completed a new training.