Mating Season

Evie wasn't the only one that had a mating season; Warren had spent quite a few showers while living with her, but that was even before he had his own version of Entzünden. Blutbadden called it the 'Season', short for Mating Season.
And Warrens' had just begun.
These upcoming days were going to be rough.

He felt it coming; one morning he awoke to find he was sweating and had an odd metalic taste in his mouth.
He still had his morning hard-on, but he knew this one would be harder to get rid of than they usualy were.
Evie was still asleep, so he went to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and delt with his problem.
He leaned on the sink with one hand, and ran his own hand over his stiff member. He still had his pants up, and the fabric sent shivers up his spine.
It had been some time since he had to pleasure himself; he couldn't even bring himself to do it when he was living with Evie before she invited him into her bed; he knew she would smell it on him, and the last thing he wanted was to have her find out he had done that in her house.
He was a guest in her territory, and the last thing he needed was for her to find out, and she would; her Fuchsbau sence of smell would easily pick up his scent.
He would do what he had to in the bathroom at work. Perhaps not the best idea, but he had to find some release.

It felt weird to be touching himself, especially if he wasn't going to be pleasuring Evie at the same time.
He couldn't even bear to look at himself in the mirror; if his Season had started, it wasn't going to get any better for him.
He sighed deeply, took his rod out of his pants, and began to stroke. He knew if he didn't do anything about this it would be that much harder to deal with later, and he didn't have the option of seeking out a Blutbad female for release this time.

Warren desperately tried to get this over with, and summoned images of Evie to help himself along. His mind wandered to his beautiful Mate, his Evie. The image of her pleasuring herself under him popped into his mind, and he moaned.
'She is beautiful.'
He started stroking harder, thinking about the last time they made love; it was a rainy day, and they both had the day off. Only Ash left the house as he was dropped off at daycare.
Warren, who had taken the boy to school, returned to find Evie had opened the windows to let in the cool air.
He loved it; he'd always been a water person despite being a Blutbad.
He'd also found, when he made his way back to their bedroom, that she laied on the bed, naked.
"Evie, wh- what's this about?"
"Do I really need a reason? I love you, and, well. . ." She rubbed the bed beside her, calling him over. "I want you in me."
Warren had already began to remove his clothes. "That, my love, I can do."

Warren stood in the bathroom, holding himself and stroking roughly.
That day, Evie had insisted he take her leaning against the wall. She 'assumed the position,' speading her legs and allowing him full view of her dripping core.
He had pounded her, with his arms wrapped around her chest.

His strokes became harder, and bowed his head lower. His free hand held the sink tight, and the other pumped his cock furiously.
He seemed unable to climax without Evie. He huffed angerly, and tried pulling harder on himself, bringing up more of the memory.

Evie pushed herself against the wall by the window, keeping her legs apart, as Warren stepped closer. In this position they could both see out the window and feel the cool air. It electrified their nerves. The cool air felt wonderful against their strong heat.

Warren reveled at the thought of how tight Evie remained, even after all the sex they've had.
He focused on that; every time he mounted her it was like taking a virgin. Every time.
He thought of her screaming his name; bucking under him as she reached her climax, her moans, to have Evie wrything on top of him in pleasure. He satisfied her, she'd said it often, he took pride in being able to satisfy his beloved Mate.

He started moaning harder, and took longer, rougher strokes on himself. He felt his muscles tense, and began thrusting his hips in tune to his stroking, gently twisting his tip in his fingers. That was something Evie discovered; she had twisted his cockhead in her hands while pumping vigerously.
He now tried to imitate her movements; and with the thought of her sucking him off, he crested, marking the door under the sink with his seed.
He gasped quietly; it wasn't the same without Evie, and his climax didn't seem as strong as it was with her. But it would do for now. WIth his task complete, he wiped himself off with some toilet paper, cleaned off the cabinet door and flushed his humilation, before washing his hands and getting ready for work, hoping that mornings' release would hold him for the day.

He would be wrong.

Warren left, giving Evie a kiss. Evie had gotten out of bed shortly after. She couldn't deny his scent had been getting ever stronger over the past few days. She had wondered about it, but hesitated to ask.
When she went to take a quick shower she smelt his seed in the room.
'He hadn't done anything like this before.' Granted he'd never had to; they had sex on a semi-regular basis. Often enough to keep them both satisfied. Even before they had started sleeping together, she could easily pick up his strong desire on him. She decided she'd ask him about it when they got back home. Not about him having to masterbate, but why he was acting so hesitant around her; even more so than usual. He almost seemed afraid to touch her.

His hopes proved wrong, as before lunch had ever begun he had his blood boiling.
He seemed unable to focus on anything. His boss, Rolph; an older Lowen, had noticed his distraction.
"Warren, what's wrong, boy?"
A heavy sigh and Warren replied. "It's the stupid mating season. I can't seem to clear my mind."
"Evalyn isn't helping?"
"I'm sure she'd try. But I can't risk her getting hurt. You know us Blutbadden; we tend to get rough. Especialy now."
Warren put down the curved blade he was using to try and carve the peice to fit into a mouse-eaten desk.
"Go home." Rolph smiled. "Get some rest, do what you need to do."
"You sure?"
"You're not doing any good here if you can't focus."
"Thanks, Rolph." he sighed, put his tools away, got his coat and headed for home.

He knew he would get home long before Evie would. Perhaps this would give him time to deal with it again.

Evie passed a woman while she was out getting lunch. Normally she'd bring one herself, but a new diner opened up nearby and she wanted to try it. The female sneered at her as she passed, and Evie caught the scent of a Blutbad.
The female took a deep whiff at Evie and smirked at her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting lunch."
The Blutbad female laughed a cruel laugh. "A joke, huh? Well you are the joke if you think you can handle a Blutbadden male. You have no idea how to handle a Blutbad male. A Fuchsbau could never handle a Blutbadden Season." The female laughed that mocking laugh once more and left.
Evie decided she did not like that female.

Warren grumbled and after locking the front door behind him, returned to the bathroom and took a cold shower, once again having to relieve himself.

Even after he had finished -again-, he still felt unsatisfied.
He'd unintentionally Woged, and he knew that was a dangerous sign; he was loosing control of himself. He became highly aggrivated, and began pacing.
Warern paced aggitatedly from their bedroom to their bathroom, growling and making low lowing noises.
'I hate mating season. I can't even do anything about it; I can't risk mounting Evie now; I might hurt her. Perhaps I can find some other Blutbadden female; they were designed to take it.. No!' he snarled at himself.
'How dare I think that?! I will have no other than Evie! She is good to me. She has given me a life I never dared dream I'd have.'
Enraged at himself for even daring to think about another female, he snarled and bit into his own arm, pulling and drawing blood.
He glanced at her side of the bed, and caught a whiff of her scent on the pilow.
'Perhaps if I . . . no.' He tried to shake the thoughts of pleasuring himself to the soft pillow from his mind.
'I am a gemtleman, for fucks' sake; I'd damn sure best remember that'

He felt the lust boiling in him, and he returned to his agitated pacing.
His snarls became increasingly louder and more vicious. He'd only stop occasionlly to throw his head back and roar.

Evie returned home to find Warrens' car in the driveway. 'That's odd, he's never home this early.'
As she neared the door, she caught the scent of great agitation, need and blood and heard his lowing inside.
She hurredly opened the door, locked it behind her and rushed into their bedroom, following the scent.

Warren had even begun to think about leaving and checking into a hotel room until it was over. It would be a few days to a week, and if it kept Evie and Ash safe, he could survive that long without them.
His plan was foiled when he picked up Evies' scent behind him. "Warren?" She softly called to him.
He was still snarling, but turned to face her. She saw the blood dripping from his arm.
"Warren! What happened?"
He gave another growl, but it seemed focused on himself, rather than her. "Nature. That's what happened."
She was confused, but saw the buldge in his pants. 'Did Blutbadden have a Entzünden? I don't see why not, but he'd never spoken about it.'
It kind of explained the comment she'd gotten by a female Blutbad earlier. 'You have no idea how to handle a Blutbad male. A Fuchsbau could never handle a Blutbad in season. ' she'd smirked at her. The female must have smelt Warrens' need on her.

The Fuchsbau looked over her beloved Blutbad. 'He helped me through my Entzünden, now it's my turn to help him.'
"Warren," she moved behind him, rubbing her hands on his arms, "Let me help you."
The touch cut off the growling, and she felt his shoulders relax. She calmed him.
"This can't be the first time you've entered your Entzünden."
"No. It's been happening since I turned 13. But this is the strongest it's ever been."
"How did you quiet it before?"
"I used to be able to deal with it by taking a. . . . shower, but I had one earlier. It dosen't seem to hold me for as long as it used to. I'd often take a female Blutbad. The females can sence it as well, and would often seek us out. I'd never take any other female now. "
She leaned her body against his. "Then take me."
He sighed. "I can't. For us Blutbadden our version of 'Entzünden' is . . . . feral; we simply mate because we have to. There's not much foreplay, if any at all. It's rough. I never had to worry about this before, because felmale Blutbadden could take it, and I never really cared about them anyway, but I can't take that risk with you." He turned to catch her eyes. "I can't risk hurting you."
"Then what will you do? If your Season is anything like mine you have to do something about it."
He growled; "I know." and quickly sighed heavily. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it."
He had actualy begun to question whether he made the right choice to live with Evie. He loved her; there was no question about that, but he should have known to explain what would eventually, inevitably happen.
Evie held his arm, "There has to be something I can do. . ."
Warren shook his head. "This would not stop until I had mounted a female."
"I trust you completely. I know you would never hurt me. "
'I wish I could be that sure."
"I can take it, believe me. I know you."
"But I don't. Evie, if I ever hurt you in any way I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Evie thought about what it meant for him to deny his release; his anger would quickly get out of control. He had already been unable to stop a Woge; what if he did attack people? He wouldn't mean it; but he may not be able to get control of himself in time to stop it. Besides potentialy killing innocent people, knowing what he'd done would kill Warren as well.
Now she knew why Blutbadden were considered so dangerous; they may not have allways been in control of themselves, especialy around their mating season.

"Warren, if it's the only way to dissipate this; perhaps you should take a female Blutbad."
He turned to her with a horrified look on his face. "Evie. . .!"
"It's ok. I know I could handle it, but if you refuse to let me help, the only way to stop your Entzünden is to take a female. If you would feel more comfortable with a Blutbad - "
She didn't finish the scentance.
"No! Evie, I would never feel 'more comfortable' with anyone but you! I will have no other but you! If I can't, I'll take no one else! I can handle this!" He held her shoulders.
"No, you can't. If it gets out of control you may attack someone! I know you would never do it intentionally yourself, but you might not be yourself! I'd rather you take another female, than potentially kill someone and end up in jail, or worse."
He was speechless; he appeared to be speaking but no words came out. 'How could she think this?! I would never break our bonds!'
He finally managed to find his voice. "Evie - you are my Mate; I won't mount anyone but you. You are my female; my only!"
"Then let me help you."
He sighed. He knew she was right; many good Blutbadden were discovered and killed thanks to their mating season. The normally kind people would stalk their 'prey' and have their way with them, sometimes even killing them or anyone that tried to stand in their way.

"Evie, please- if I'm to do this, if we are going to do this, you have to let me know if I'm hurting you in any way."
"I know you won't, but if anything gets uncomfortable, I'll let you know. It took me a while to get used to your . . . girth the first time we made love. If I can handle that, there's not much I can't." She tried to reassure him, giving a smile. He didn't return it, instead he turned his face away.
"Come on, Blutbad; I'm a Fuchsbau. We're known throughout the Wesen world as a prize because we can deal with so much."
He looked into her eyes. Her beautiful Amber eyes reflected his own, and he noticed he was still Woged. Before he could go back, she smiled, and Woged in front of him.
He sighed again, instinctively closed his eyes and moved his face near hers'.
'Why did she ever choose me? I cause her so many problems.'
He inhaled her scent.

She led him to the bed, and sat him down, running her hands over the buldge. He hissed, inhaling sharply.
She continued to rub as she undid his pants. It was only when she moved to pull his pants down that she stopped.
Evie looked over Warrens' manhood; it was still as large as it always was, but this time he felt harder, after toying slightly with his balls, she noticed they felt heavier as well.

Evie started pumping his length, but when she went to lick his shaft, he held her away; "No. Not this time. I don't want to hurt you. I don't trust myself."
She gave him an understanding smile, and nodded, continuing her pumping before laying her chest against the bed, displaying her rear to him.
She felt his clawed hands grab her hips, and felt his -very- hard member against her thigh.
She braced herself for him to enter her, but he didn't.
Warren still stuggled with what he was doing.
'I know she said she could handle this, but she has to be ready. I'm . . . so much larger than she should be able to take, if I don't get her ready I could hurt her.'
His mind was spinning with need; his heat threatened to take him over, but he quieted it; reminding himself he could very possibly do serious damage.

He settled on running his hand below, taking a chance, he entered one finger into her. She gasped; that wasn't what she expected him to do.
It was just as he'd figured; she was wet, but didn't seem nearly as ready as he was.
He removed the finger, and started playing with her pearl, gently rubbing and pushing against it.
"Warren! What are you -?!"
"You're nowhere near ready to take me." He panted heavily. "I want to quell this desperately; but not enough to hurt you."
Evie still felt his hard cock against her thigh, and reached back, pulling on it and causing his hips to buck.
"Ahh! Evie!" He continued to play with her opening, a little harder this time.
Soon she arched against his chest and came, moaning his name and yanked his member a bit rougher than she intended to. The sudden hard squeeze made him come as well, pushing his hips against hers'. Soon the sheets below and her stomach was covered with his seed.
She returned to 'milking' his engorged member with her hand, and he resumed pleasuring her.
He wouldn't be able to keep up what he usualy did; the toying, the playing, in that slow manner they both loved. This time it would have to wait.
He'd managed to free himself from her grip, and lowered himself to her opening.

Evies' scent; the very same one that sent him into a intoxicated state any other time, now seemed to calm him. He could not understand what was happening. Shouldn't this be making it harder to clear his mind?
Nonetheless, he began his favorite of all things; he licked the juice off her delicate folds. He took a glance at her opening. 'How could she possibly take me in?' Another deep lick sent her to moan his name. 'She takes me fully - there were even Blutbadden females that couldn't do that. They cried out. She cries for more; for me to take her rougher.'

His mind began to swim again. He continued licking her, and a particularly rough lick at her clit made her come again, this time on his face, Warren greedily lapped that up as well.
As he finished the task, he returned to leaning on her back, and gingerly dipped a finger inside her. This time she was ready.
"I love you." he whispered and Evie turned her face to him.
"I love you, too. Now fuck me." She smiled playfully, and kept her face to him, watching his moves.
'Maybe that's why she affects me so; I love her. I've never felt what I do when I'm with her as passionately. She takes me as I am, and she's even willing to risk a Blutbad mounting her in Season.'
He closed his eyes and sighed one final time, before entering her as slowly as he could.
Evie arched, but made sure to hold still. She wasn't sure what he would need to complete his heat, but she would take his needs judging by his actions .

He slowly started moving within her, pumping his length so each thrust threatend to remove himself completely. She moaned loudly; he was moving deep.
She clenched her inner muscles around him, causing Warren to cry out.
He started to loose rythem, and the thrusts became faster.
Evie took it upon herself, now feeling he would be ok with her taking control, to start thrusting backwards onto him, so every thrust complimented his.

She felt his clawed fingers twitch; he was keeping them from digging into her. She lowered her chest even further onto the bed, allowing him greater access easier, and felt his weight shift on top of her; he had felt her change as well, and was moving to meet it.
He now knelt on the bed, his body towering over hers' thrusting hard into her, his balls hitting her sensitive pearl. She took a bit of the sheets into her mouth to stop a scream of pleasure.
She loved it; he was hitting the exact perfect spots both inside and out. She actually let out a pleasureable scream when she felt his fingers toy with her pearl once more.
"Ahh! Warren! H-Harder! Come on! Deeper!"
He looked at the female before him; there she was, asking him to fuck her. He shook his head; she had always confused him. This was quite unbecoming for a Fuchsbau to act in this way. He'd always thought they were dignified, despite having been told to 'count one's fingers' after a handshake.

He felt her walls get tighter around him, nearly locking his cock within her. "Nnnggh! Evie! I'm . . . almost there. Just . . . . a little more. . . "
His thrusts became erratic, and he shifted so his movements became deeper.
"Ah! Yes! Come for me, Warren! Let me hear you scream for me!"
He thrusted twice more, before ramming his entire length as far into her as he could; his hips grinding against hers'. He was pushing his entire body weight to her, desperately trying to use his strength to force more and more of his body to her. There was no possible way for him to be any deeper inside her.
He held her still and to him by placing and holding her hips to his.
"Evie! I can't hold on any more!"
"Then come for me! I want you to fill me with your seed!"
Warren threw back his head, and a few quick thrusts -still holding himself fully within her - he came; screaming her name.
"Evie!"
He held his body still, arching back as he felt his semen filling her womb.
He panted, and moved to play with her pearl once more, sill keeping himself pressed as far as he could possibly go inside her.
She started panting as well, and shortly came.

Evie could tell he was still hard within her, and gently started grinding herself to him.
"Come on. I know you still have one more in you. Let's come one more time, together."
"Y - yes, my love." He panted, and began his shallow thrusting again, not wanting to remove his cock from her at all. It was buried within her; and he didn't want to feel without her.

He took a bit of her hair in his free hand, and pulled it back, causing her to arch up. "Ohh! Yes! More!" She moaned. "Ride me!"
He pumped himself within her, Evie squeezing him from within, and after a few minutes they both came; Warren once again holding his length within her as deep as he could go, this time he leaned foward, biting the back of Evie's neck.

It took some time for them to come down from the last wave, and they stayed where they were, panting happily.
Evie looked behind her and saw Warren did seem a little more relaxed than he had been the last couple of days.
"See?" She managed to speak, still trying to catch her breath. "I told you it would be fine. I trust you for a reason."
The Blutbad looked at the beautiful Fuchsbau bent below him, and ran his hand over her side. He ran his hands lower underneath her soft cramy/ivory belly and felt the buldge of his cock within her.

He wished he could just stay where he was; he was perfectly content with Evie on top of him.
"You put more faith in me than anyone ever did. Thank you." He smiled at her; clearly he had his mind back, the heat was subsiding and returning his sanity.
She smiled back at him. "You have never failed me before."
Reluctantly, he began to pull himself from her depths, sighing as he removed the tip, and causing a flood of semen and her own fluids to drip from within her.
He never came this hard before Evie. And this time tops all.
She turned and saw the puddle quickly forming below her.
She smiled, and took to cleaning her mate. Evie figured his heat was over, and was safe to do what she never thought she'd like. Before she met him, that is.
She licked, and sucked him clean, taking in the deep smell of her mate. When she had deemed it clean, she held him gently in her hands.
"The next time this happens, let me know right away; I don't want you to get as bad as you did."
She gently rubbed him with her thumb, looking up to see him nod.
He took her into a kiss, letting his tounge explore her mouth, Evies' doing the same. After a few minutes, they parted, and Warren laied back, so he could get a better view, and reach of Evies' folds, cleaning her out. She was positively dripping!

When he had finished as well, he laied back, holding Evie in his arms.
"So, feel any better?"
"Mmmm. . . yes."
Evie ran her hands over his chest. "I told you I could take it. I took it all. You hit deep!" She was used to him thrusting deeply within her, but holding himself within was new!
He shrugged. "I don't know what happened! I just couldn't get myself far enough into you. I never can."
She kissed him again tasteing them on him.
Evie felt his arm, and remembered the wound to it. She quickly got up, hurried to the bathroom, and when she returned she wrapped the bite in gauze.
"So what did happen?"
"I thought of taking a Blutbad. I hated myself."
"I'm glad you didn't."
"So am I." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you so, Evie."
"And I will allways love you, my Alpha."
They dozed off for a while, thuroughly exhausted and content.

YEAH! He's a gentileman for fucks' sake!

Alright, so this one was a little long. . . . I don't hear any of you complaining. . .

Sex coma.

Fun fact: after I wrote this chapter, it rained the next day.
(I know it dosen't seem like a big deal, but I live in the desert; we don't get a whole lotta rain. We are actually in a 16 year drought.)

I hate the desert.

I don't own the original Grimmsters,
Only these two horny Wesen.