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The world had become a blur around Delaeni as Azrael's administrations took effect. She felt the familiar chills of fear, but they were quickly overwhelmed by a surge of heat that was similar to her normal season, but entirely different as well. Her breath came in short gasps as he held her gaze, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity she found both terrifying and mesmerizing. It felt like a weight- an oppressive force- but one she couldn’t deny. She felt a distinct dizziness that seemed to sway the world around her, the lake dancing in and out of focus as she tried to steady her vision. Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears, a thunderous drum that seemed to synchronize with Azrael's frightening closeness. The world around her was a dizzying swirl of colors, yet his form remained vividly clear; his eyes were like twin vortexes, threatening to pull her in. With the sudden touch at her arm, his question sent a jolt of terror through her; she was expected to answer, to expose the maelstrom of sensations swirling within her. Her mouth opened and closed several times - a fish out of water gasping for breath. "I-I... I f-feel..." Her voice was barely a whisper, her words stumbling clumsily over one another. How could she adequately explain the cacophony of feelings that tore through her? The pulsating heat, the fear, the insidious need that clawed at her waning sanity. And with Azrael so near, his scent engulfing her senses, his masculinity it felt as if she were drowning in a sea of terrifying unfamiliarity. But she craved touch. Suddenly the cold ground beneath her did not matter, or the gusty wind that tousled her fur rudely.

"I... I n-need..." She fell silent immediately, her eyes widening at the audacity of her admission. She had almost said too much, teetered on the brink of confessing a desire she didn't understand herself. His scent seemed to consume her senses, filling her with a strange yearning she couldn't place. She turned away from him as he invaded her space, trembling like a leaf caught in a blizzard. But of course that wouldn’t stand. It wouldn’t be allowed. Delaeni, dear, why don’t you come sit next to me?

Delaeni felt her stomach turn at Azrael's invitation. His voice, deep and resonant, seemed to resonate through her, amplifying the chaotic tempo of her heart. She glanced over at him, her gaze skimming over his powerful form before landing on his eyes, which were still locked onto hers with a disconcerting intensity. Her lips moved in an attempt to voice a response, but no sound came out. There was a magnetic pull toward him that contradicted every fiber of her timid nature. The protective shell she had painstakingly built around herself seemed to be cracking under the pressure of her body's strange new cravings. Never had she craved her own satisfaction. Never. It had always been used as a weapon against her. Violent. Brutal. Her thoughts were abruptly scrambled as she tried to make sense of the whirlpool of emotions inside her; the mounting fear and apprehension that clung to her like a second skin, the uncharacteristic surge of desire that threatened to upend her resolve. With each passing second, it felt as if the distance between them was shrinking, as if an invisible tether was pulling her towards him. She looked down at her paws, watching in mute terror as they moved without her command, inching closer toward the towering brute. She had to obey.

It was hard for her to settle near him- so close to him. Impossible to keep her trembling body off the ground. Delaeni folded into herself at his side. Collapsing on top of her limbs as they crumbled beneath her. She refused to look at him- she couldn’t bring herself to do so. But she could feel their body heat intermingling in the space between them. And it was nearly enough to send her over the edge.

"Delaeni Terblanche"