Man In Heat Pt 2

I wanted him in my life. I wanted to cuddle with him while watching movies, and I wanted to talk about stupid things while eating dinner. I really wanted to have more sex with him!

Part 1


“Yeah? Well… then why did you?” I questioned.

“I tried to explain it, but I didn’t really know what to say. But since you saw Derek and talked to Alma and Nana, I think you might be able to understand,” he began before taking a bite of his ham sandwich.

I shrugged. “I might.”

With another sad smile, he continued. “So, I was one of the ones who entered puberty earlier than normal. I was only 10. The thing is, we’re not born in the place I live, so I was born to normal parents. They both carried the recessive gene or something. And they had no idea. So, during my first heat, I attacked the neighbor boy. He was 16, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. That said, his parents were home and they came running when he started shouting at me to get off him. It didn’t get to the point of sex, but because of that, I was begging literally every man – even my dad – to do me. They naturally rushed me to the hospital, convinced that someone had slipped me a drug. The doctors ran tests, and then told us what I was. My parents tried to keep me and take care of me, but during my second heat, I ran away and succeeded in my mission. After that, they realized that they couldn’t protect me. So they sent me to my current home.”

“Fuck!” I swore in dismay. “That’s horrible!”

“How so?” Zephyr asked, looking genuinely curious.

“You were only ten! And then you were sent away like you were some sort of criminal who needed to be punished!”

He shook his head. “You’re making bad assumptions. My parents still love me and I talk to them all the time. When my heats stabilized, I spent a lot of time with them. As for being only ten, my body was ready and the man wasn’t one of us, so it was more like what happened with you. He didn’t hurt me or try to bite me. After that, Mama and the others tried their best to put me to sleep during my heat, but I’m immune or something. I’d wake up after only a couple of hours, and then I’d run away and attack someone.”

I sighed again, resting my head on my arms on the table. “No wonder you’re so nonchalant about all of this. You’ve been doing it for over 10 years.”

“Yeah, and as I was saying but got sidetracked, when I grew up enough that they stopped trying to stop me, I had all their support. At first, they want us to partner up with someone who is related to those of us who have heats. But NOT directly related to the actual sex partner. Someone who knows what is going on and can help us without trying to bite or abuse us. The problem is that the young ones never want to keep the same partner for long and end up running away from them. So, our caregivers have a sort of database of those who are like us but don’t have heats. They’ll try to arrange for partners of a similar age to come in when we’re in heat until we’re old enough to not have to worry about the age of consent. Then the entire database opens up. My point is that it’s usually people I’ve never met before, or only see once in a while. That’s why I wanted to know what it’s like to be with someone I actually know.”

“Aaaaand… was it different?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He shrugged. “Yes and no. I liked hanging out and watching comedy first, and I liked being able to sleep with you after, but the actual fucking was pretty much the same as always with me desperate and begging. Oh, well, I suppose there was one other difference. My bodyguards usually don’t let me keep a partner longer than four hours – so I don’t hurt him. They’ll come over and pry me off him and carry him out of the room before letting a new man in, but I got to have you for the entire weekend.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I can kinda understand why they’d need to pry you off a dude and let him pass out.”

He laughed softly in agreement.

“Um… when did they start charging for it?” I wondered, unhappy again.

He smirked. “After I was old enough that consent wasn’t an issue, and even then, not until I asked them to. I don’t think you understand; I am in control. If I want to take sleeping pills and sleep through it, I can – even though they don’t work on me. If I want to go out to a club and choose a good-looking man I’ve never met before, I can. I’m not some sort of person who was sold to a brothel and forced to service customers constantly until I’m too old and worn out. I’m protected and cared for and really don’t care who I fuck. So, I make an income for myself and my house by doing exactly what I was going to do anyway.”

“Bleh… fine, if that’s how it is, there’s nothing I can do about it, but I still… If all you wanted from me was an experience with someone you know, then why me? Why not one of our classmates who brags about his conquests?”

Zephyr gave me a small smile. “I guess it’s because I like you. I spend time with you. I don’t bother to really spend time with anyone else, because ultimately, I can’t talk about a large part of myself, so what’s the point?” He looked away – out the window at a squirrel climbing a tree – as he thought for a few seconds. Then he turned back with a shrug. “I guess maybe I even wanted to see if you could handle this part of me, so that I could talk about it and not have to hide it from you.”

I perked up a bit. “You like me? Like… maybe you’d consider dating me?”

He chuckled softly. “I couldn’t date you, not like you want anyway.”

“Why not?” I questioned, a bit depressed again.

“Because of my heats. Oh sure, you might be able to handle the first two or three, but I think eventually, they’ll be too much for you and you’d just break up with me anyway,” he said.

“Oh…” I murmured since I hadn’t quite thought about that.

“But if we can change the definition of dating to me spending time with you when I’m NOT in heat, and you not interfering with what I do when I am, then I suppose I can give it a try,” Zephyr suggested with a soft smile.

“Wait… wait…” I muttered with a hand up in a gesture asking him to wait as I thought this over. “Spend time with me… When you’re NOT in heat… So… like how exactly?”

“I could come over to your place and do anything you want,” he replied, still smiling. “I’m a good student, so I don’t have to worry about my grades, and I’m only in college to get a basic degree since I don’t plan to ever get an actual job – can you think of a job I could have that would let me take off whenever for up to a week?”

“Uh… no…” I murmured. Not unless he was talking part time jobs, but even then, it would probably be a hassle trying to find a replacement when he was more likely to beg the guys he called to just drop everything and fuck him.

“My point is that if you want to do homework, I would. If you wanted to watch more comedy specials, I really wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to do nothing but fuck, I’d be more than happy,” he said with a flirty smile.

“Even when not in heat?” I asked, since when I’d asked before, he made it sound like he wasn’t interested in sex when he wasn’t.

He shrugged. “It would take a LOT more preparation, but I think I’d like to see what sex is like when I’m not so desperate that I’d attack the first person I saw.”

“Aaaaand…. when you are in heat?” I asked even though he’d already said he didn’t want me to interfere with that.

He sighed. “I’ll probably have to go to ‘work.’ Not only do I really think I’d end up hurting you if I tried to be with only you, but also, I still need to build up for my eventual retirement. Half of my fee goes into the bank, and the other half goes to the house – to pay for everything we need. And by the way, the others – aside from Derek – do the same thing, so it’s not like the house will have to worry about not paying the bills if I don’t work for one of my heats.”

“How much DO you earn?” I wondered.

He shrugged. “I don’t know because I never really cared to find out. But it’s enough that the half that goes to the house can pay for my four bodyguards, plus food, contributing to the caregivers’ salaries, and whatever else. So it must be pretty high.”

“I see…” I was silent for a moment. “I… have to think about this…”

“Alright,” he murmured in acceptance, giving me a kiss on the cheek before picking up his tray and heading over to throw his trash away.

I tried to think about it, I really did! But for the rest of the week, I couldn’t stop staring at him long enough for my brain to function. I couldn’t pay attention in any of my classes – and was more than likely going to have to repeat Intermediate Algebra altogether. I just…

I wanted him!

I was idiotically old fashioned when it came to relationships and sex, but… Whether I could accept his definition of a relationship or not, I wanted him in my life. I wanted to cuddle with him while watching movies, and I wanted to talk about stupid things while eating dinner. I really wanted to have more sex with him!

So… I guess that when it came down to it, I would try it his way because it was better than nothing. I mean, I wasn’t desperate for a relationship so that I’d even accept a half baked one, just that I wanted him enough that I’d try anything. To be honest, he was probably right in his assumption that I’ll get fed up with it and dump him eventually.

Still… I wanted to give it a good try.

So, on Friday after my last class of the day let out, I spotted him talking with his bodyguards as one of them smoked a cigarette in front of a sleek black SUV that was only a step or two down from a limo. I rushed to him before he could get in the car and drive away. By the time I reached him, I was panting heavily and had to bend over to catch my breath.

“Man!” I exclaimed. “I really need to work out more!”

He laughed. “Something wrong?”

I shook my head, took a deep breath, and then stood up straight so that I could grab him and demand a kiss. He made a sound of surprise at first, and then grabbed my shirt and returned my kiss with every bit as much passion as I gave him. Hell! The passion was hot enough that I started getting dizzy and woozy after about a minute.

“Mmm…” Zephyr moaned when he pulled back. “Is this your way of saying that you decided to date me after all?”

“Mmhm,” I confirmed with a nod.

He grinned and kissed me again. “Any objections to going back to your place to celebrate?”

“None at all!” I exclaimed with an eager grin.

“Give your keys to Cheryl so she can drive your car home while Deborah drives us,” Zephyr suggested. This seemed like an excellent idea, so I tossed my keys over and spent the next 15 minutes in the back of Zephyr’s black SUV making out with him so heavily that I nearly came in my pants.

When we reached my apartment, we knocked over at least half my stuff in our mindless eagerness to get to my room as quickly as possible – all while not separating our lips if we didn’t have to. Once in my room, we tore each other’s clothes off and fell onto the bed when Zephyr wrapped his arms around me and pulled me as he leaved backwards. Clearly, he wanted to get right to it! Not that I particularly disagreed.

“I think we might need to have one orgasm so that we can calm down and take our time,” he suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” I murmured as I kissed him.

He shifted us so that we were shaft to shaft, and then worked us both as we kept on kissing. I felt my toes curl and bit his shoulder when a feeling like lava washed over me. Damn! Maybe because he was basically a professional, but he was really good at this!

Exactly like he said, that first orgasm was like a hit of bliss that made us both rather dreamy. We laughed softly at nothing at all and devoted ourselves to exploring our bodies with our hands, mouths, and tongues. A good two or three hours later, we passed out from well-sated exhaustion.


Around eight months later, I had settled into our relationship nicely. Oh sure, it was a bit of a challenge to sit at home and not worry to death when he had his heats, but other than that, we got along really well. Our initial two classes together had ended, but we decided to take Ethics together before lunch so that we still saw each other as much as possible.

I looked out my living room window and wondered if Zephyr’s first client had arrived already. The moon wasn’t quite out yet, and since it was just after a new moon, it was only a tiny sliver in the sky. Maybe it wasn’t big enough to trigger it today after all.

The thing was that we had a lot of fun together. We watched movies, played video games, and even went fishing and camping together during our summer break. I think I had genuinely grown to love him, and so I did my best to understand that his biology was simply different than mine. Still…

It hurt just a little.

To my surprise, there was a knock on my apartment door. I opened it to find Zephyr. He was smiling and didn’t look particularly out of it.

“Is your heat not starting today after all?” I wondered with a puzzled frown.

He smiled at me softly. “Oh it is, it’s just that when I was in my room going over the client list, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So I decided that I’d spend this one with you. I still don’t want to spend them ALL with you – as I think that might actually kill you – but I think one or two a year would be a good thing. At least it’s worth a try.”

I smiled and pulled him into my arms. “I think so too.”

“The moon is pretty weak tonight, so I think we have some time to cuddle before my heat starts,” he said, leading me by the hand over to my couch.

We spent at a couple of hours snuggled up watching an older series on Netflix called Spartacus – which was gloriously gory and sexy! About 5 minutes into the third episode, Zephyr gasped and attacked me.

“Mmm!” I exclaimed in delight as his mouth eagerly hoovered my shaft.

We had a lot of sex even when he wasn’t in heat, and it was always fun and creative. Now – however – when he was ravenous and begging for it? Let’s just say that if he really did kill me by fucking me to death, I’d be not-so-surprisingly happy to go.

Just when I thought for sure that I was going to blow my load in his mouth, he pulled back and clamped his hand down on my shaft just hard enough to make me yelp in surprise.

“Not yet! Inside me!” He insisted, shifting to impale himself on me.

I very quickly got lost in him and couldn’t tell you exactly how many times we came or how long we fucked. All I know is that when he was finally done with his heat, we both passed out and slept for about two days.

I woke up to him still snuggling with me, using me like a body pillow. I hummed happily and planted a soft kiss on his temple even as a sound let me know why I was awake. It was my phone, which had probably been ringing for at least a minute or two before it managed to drag me from my dreams – which were about Zephyr and me splashing each other in a pool with a couple of kids trying their best to drown us as playfully as possible.

“Mom?” I asked groggily as I answered the phone.

“Oh good! You’re still alive!” She exclaimed in relief. “I was getting ready to drive the six hours to check up on you since you haven’t answered your phone in days!”

“Uh… sorry. Um… Well, I… was in bed…” I admitted sheepishly.

“Sick?” She questioned in concern.

“No, um…” I could help but blush. “With my boyfriend…”

“Oh! Ohhhh… Wait, boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I’ve been seeing him for eight months now,” I informed her.

“Really? That sounds serious then,” she murmured. “Damnit! I really thought you’d give me grandkids before your sister – since she’s so damned determined to become a Doctor before settling down to have a family, and that could take a decade! Hhhh! Oh well, there’s always adoption, I suppose. Anyway, I was calling because you haven’t confirmed yet whether you’re coming for Christmas. Also, when you come, bring your boyfriend so we can meet him.

“Wait! BOYFRIEND?!?!” I heard my sister screech in the background. “When did that happen???”

She must have grabbed the phone from our mom, because she was suddenly shouting at me. “How dare you have a boyfriend before I do?!”

“Hey! You’ve had plenty of boyfriends!” I reminded her.

“Yeah, but none of them were serious! He’d better not be good looking!”

“I dunno, I guess he’s gorgeous, but that’s not important. The important thing is that I have the most fun of my life when I’m with him,” I blurted out.

“Aww,” Zephyr purred in a sleepy yet happy tone. Then he shifted very abruptly to kiss me, making me drop my phone.

“Hey- mmph! Zeph- mmph! Oh, ah! Mmm…”

“Good morning,” Zephyr greeted between kisses as his hand rapidly made my toes curl. “How would you like me to do my best to knock you back out?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, the only thing I was capable of doing at the moment.


“Ack!” I shrieked when I realized that my phone had completely disappeared in the bedding and I couldn’t find it to hang up on her.

Thankfully, Zephyr seemed to know where my phone had went. He grabbed it and held it to his ear. “Hello Joel’s family. He’s a little busy at the moment, so he’ll have to call you back, but yes, we’ll both come to Christmas.” With that said, he hung up and tossed my phone aside.

“Mmm…” I moaned again as his hands resumed their quest to make my morning a very good one. I pulled him close and kissed him as he worked.

“Hey…” he murmured between kisses. “If I go to Christmas with your family, how about we go to my parent’s house after and stay until New Year’s?”

“Mmhm,” I murmured, not exactly capable of coherent speech at the moment.

“Hooray!” He cheered, shifting to impale himself on me. For a moment, I was concerned about his safety, but he’d apparently used his other hand on himself, and so, it was more or less able to happen with minimal difficulty.

Except my balls twinged a bit. I probably should let them rest a bit more, but no way in hell was I going to stop him now. In fact, I rolled him under me and took control so that I could kiss him while I thrust.

“Hey, I know this is probably a bad time to actually say it, but I really think I love you,” I told him.

He grinned and kissed me. “Tell me again when we’re not having sex, and I’ll believe you.”

“Okay,” I agreed before focusing completely on trying to make him feel like he was going to shatter into a million pieces.

When we were done and drifting off for a nap, I had to wonder how many classes I’d missed and if I was actually skipping one at the moment. Too bad he couldn’t time his heats to coincide with scheduled breaks, but on the other hand, if we were doing this during Christmas break, we’d miss out on the plans to meet each other’s family. I was kinda looking forward to it.


“You’re finally graduating,” Zephyr stated as we snuggled on my couch. He had graduated last year, but since he really had no plans for his life other than what he already did, he’d basically waited for me to finish school.

I sighed, a bit frustrated. “Yeah, but I still haven’t gotten a job yet. And chances are really high that I won’t be hired here. So,” I sighed heavily. “I’ll have to move. Maybe even out of state…”

He gave me a soft smile before kissing me. “Don’t worry so much about it. We’ve been together almost two years now, and it seems like something about us really works. I’ll follow you anywhere and simply commute back here when my heat is coming up.”

I pouted a little. “I’m not trying to tell you to stop doing what you have to do, but it sort of bothers me that the only job you have is sex work.”

“Why?” He asked with a curious frown.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t really know, but I think it’s because you’re smart and funny. You’re so much more than just your body. I think you’d be happier if you had a more normal job – one that could stimulate your mind and fulfill you.”

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5 thoughts on “Man In Heat Pt 2

  1. Jamie says:

    Love this story, looking forward to the wedding and maybe even finding a way of solving the matting dilemma.

  2. Jay says:

    What a wonderfully interesting story. I absolutely love the detail and explanations for every decision the characters face.

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