Setsuna Sakurazaki focused her mind as best she could, eyes closed, and long, thin legs crossed in front of her. Clad in plain hakama pants and a shirt that showed off her somewhat muscular physique, the hanyo swordswoman made quite the sight. Her long dark hair was drawn up in its usual spiky ponytail, denying gravity, and her hands were splayed out gently across her knees. Sitting in a traditional meditative stance, Setsuna exhaled gently as the morning air brushed across her fine skin. That same gentle air cooled the inside of her chest as she followed the exhale with a deep breath inward. Disciplined, the ponytailed girl practiced precise breathing for the next few minutes. Usually, that comforted her, yet it did little to settle the turmoil she was currently feeling. It did even less to help her escape the potent, sweet smell that invaded all her senses, ridding her of common sense and proper thought, coming from just a short distance away, the source waiting for her.
At that thought Setsuna's heart quickened, and her mind was assaulted by flashes of chocolate-brown eyes between long, lovely lashes, soft dark hair falling across pale shoulders, adorable forehead bangs accentuating her cherubic face. Coupled with a dangerously womanly body, only growing more beautiful and more alluring by the year, Setsuna was afraid she was going to lose her way. Disgrace herself. ...Two years ago, much to her shame and horror, Setsuna Presented. Late for a female demon. Part of her thinks it was because she didn't want the change to come that it avoided her so long. But come it did...and she was deemed alpha. A marker she despised because it changed everything. Suddenly the question of Konoka's safety came under question. The Sakurazaki family-line was full of loyal betas and omegas, rarely any alphas. Most were exiled, or simply satisfied their duty to the family in a unique way. Protecting the Konoe line, she was supposed to follow suit, yet her body disagreed.
Perhaps it wouldn't be such a problem, if Konoka wasn't so casual with her body. Setsuna had to resist. No matter what it took, she had to bear with it. Even if she loved Miss Konoka more than anyone else. Even if it hurt not to touch her. But did the girl have to make it so damn hard for her!? It wasn't a matter of her adorableness, which wasn't up for debate. It was every other aspect of it as well. More than once, Konoka had joined her in the bath, and dropped her towel without a care. Just like she used to, when Setsuna was just a normal girl. It was horrifying. Didn't Konoka realize what that did to her? How it drove her crazy with the wondrous fantasy of their slippery skin slapping together, of her fingers digging into those soft, scrawny hips- Setsuna shook her head violently, banishing the fortune teller. A different one invaded. Konoka also had the bad habit of sitting around the estate with her clothing practically off. She claimed it was "too hot," sitting around in nothing but underwear and a tank-top at times.
A bead of sweat dripped between Setsuna's brows, the only external sign that the swordswoman was not as concentrated as she appeared to be. Behind her, the sound of footsteps approached.
"I received your letter. Your explanation as to why you must leave the island with me... I fail to understand it. Why do you resist your desires so strongly, my child?" It was the old man, Dean Konoe, Konoka's grandfather. His voice was as calm, cool, and collected as always. His eyes, dark and sunken, seemed to see everything. He was remarkably keen for his old age.
Setsuna tensed, grimacing. He made it sound as if this was an easy to solve problem. It wasn't. He had always been accepting of her feelings for his granddaughter, but he didn't understand, and he made no efforts to. He was a Beta. He didn't know the sensations that ruled Setsuna's body as an Alpha. She had to leave the island with him while Konoka's heat passed, it was the only way to keep herself away from the one she was born to protect.
"I can't disgrace my family. It goes against everything I was raised to be."
"Tradition is not always a good thing, my girl. You have my permission."
Setsuna spun, her face cold and fierce. "It is not just about following tradition, you of all people should know that. I need to be there for Miss Konoka, to protect her. I cannot be her partner; I cannot be anything more than her friend and bodyguard. Anything else will get in my way, distract me." Her dark eyes held his gaze, deep and bright in her pale moon face. The old man held her gaze, stroking his long, white beard. He seemed to ponder her words.
"I suppose you don't care then that she has multiple marriage meetings this weekend…Of her own volition, I might add. Time waits for no one. I'll be leaving soon. It would be unwise for you to join me... but you rarely listen to my advice." He turned on his heel with a huff and waddled inside.
What?! Konoka had agreed to commit to those again? But why? The girl claimed she hated them. She showed no outward reaction, but inside, Setsuna's entire body was discordant. She heard his gentle, retreating footsteps, and did her best to relax. It was still no use. She could only think of Konoka, and now nightmares of Konoka meeting the various powerful and handsome alphas her grandfather would put before her. Konoka hadn't had a marriage meeting since she presented it as an omega. Setsuna was sure it would be different now. It didn't matter that Konoka was a remarkably willful girl, what if she met an alpha who somehow made a bigger impact in her heart than Setsuna did?
But what right did she have to think about all that anyways? Setsuna, finished with her meditations, got up to leave. She just stepped into the hall, and nearly walked right into the target of all her so-called misery. Konoka had just emerged from the house where her grandfather departed; Setsuna fell in love with her all over again. Konoka Konoemon, her beloved princess. Her hair was gently waving in the breeze. Everything said she'd just exited the shower. The breeze brought her fresh scent straight to the alpha. Arousing and intoxicating her like a lovely poison, Setsuna found her heart racing, her body warming up. The swordswoman worried her bottom lip, and her dark eyes rested on the Omega. She should just make an excuse and leave, but this hallway, her own feelings, held her prison.
Her Princess struggled to walk, knees bending as if she would collapse at any moment. Setsuna knew without even seeing that the burning wet heat between Konoka's legs was controlling her body. Setsuna watched her pale, slender fingers wrap around the nearby Japanese style railing as she trudged closer.
The curves of her body were so beautiful… The most perfect girl Setsuna had ever seen.
"Grandfather's going to be leaving the estate," Konoka murmured, wetting her lips, voice breaking with nervousness. She was clad in nothing, but a white sheet wrapped around her slender, thin body. The hard, swollen peaks of her nipples poked through the very thin cloth. Setsuna barely heard her, and she looked away, hiding away from the sight of the cleavage at the apex of the sheets.
She knew that, of course. The guilt filled the half-demon. "I will be joining him," she muttered back, knowing that Konoka still heard her despite her quiet tone.
The sound of a whimper filled her ears immediately. The news was like torture to Konoka.
Setsuna's nails dug into her palms, so hard that blood began to seep from her pale skin. She squared her shoulders, slumping and inhaling the cool air desperately. Pointless, because Konoka's scent had filled it. And each breath she took was like consuming a potent aphrodisiac. "I will have Asuna and Negi come take care of you. You won't be alone. You'll be safe.'
"It's not about that, and you know it," Konoka snapped. Setsuna was almost shocked by her sharp, bitter tone. Even so, the samurai said nothing. "Setsuna," Her princess moaned painfully, "please don't leave me again... Every time you run away... I can't... I need..."
Spiky ebony hair flowing with her movement, Setsuna swiftly turned and gazed at the woman who filled her dreams, who had the audacity to stand there and look so beautiful and tempt her even though Setsuna was trying so hard to not act on her feelings. She was unraveling Setsuna, and the Alpha could feel her defenses falling apart. Konoka was so lovely, so beautiful...she could only resist for so long. Her lips curled into a frown, and helplessly, Setsuna ran her eyes up and down the woman she didn't want to live without. She loved every part of Konoka: Her silky, deep brown hair, soft to the touch, and always smelling of flowers, her porcelain skin; her dark, chocolate brown eyes that were always filled with happiness and kindness.
Right now, they were full of tears. And behind the tears, Konoka's desire simmered with the intensity of a baby star. When an Omega was in heat, he or she threw themselves at the nearest Alpha with the desire to be bred and dominated. If push came to shove, an Omega would let anyone fill them even if it went against their real desires. The Heat blinded them, made them think things they wouldn't usually. Normally, it lasted about a week.
...So, Setsuna had to leave. This was only the first day of Konoka's heat and already Setsuna could hardly control her urges.
Konoka didn't want this. If she did...she would come to Setsuna without those hormones and desires controlling her.
The Omega was gripping the railing of the walkway, as if it were the only thing holding her up. "Setsuna, stay with me, please."
"I can't, Miss Konoka," Setsuna grimaced, "I'm sorry."
Konoka said nothing, and Setsuna resisted the urge to reach out and gently stroke her small, pouting lips. The sudden fantasy of her filling that cute little mouth with her cock, coming into the back of the girl's throat, hit her hard. The swordswoman immediately backed away, looking panicked. Her hakama pants only grew tighter, and she bit her bottom lip. Konoka watched this all with deep satisfaction, obviously aware of Setsuna's frayed senses.
"You can't what? ~" The brunette asked gently. "Can't take me to bed? Can't be my partner forever? Why not?"
Setsuna grew dizzy considering the question. Thinking of Konoka's mouth alone practically made her cum, not to mention going beyond that. Mouth watering, the Alpha turned and began to walk away. "I will not be tempted by you, Miss Konoka. You're not thinking ration-"
"D-Damn it, Setsuna," Konoka whined, and Setsuna glanced back at her, looking pained. Her own pain paled in comparison to the obvious hell Konoka was going through. The girl followed after her as she walked away. Alarmed, Setsuna watched the Omega suddenly drop to her knees right in the middle of the estate, uncaring of any workers or staff that might walk by. She began to wail like a frustrated child.
When Setsuna tried to urge her up, she shook her head wildly, and wrapped her arms around herself with a violent shudder. "No! You're not going to sooth me, you're not going to just... to just run away without explaining this time, Setsuna! I don't need you to protect me right now. You-Do you think that I've lost my mind just because of some silly instincts? I know what I want. You don't know what a Heat is like, how hard it has been not to throw myself at other Alphas when all I want is you! Don't you know how much I hate that? I don't want to think about anything but you. You don't even get how gosh dang hard it is to speak right now, to not just shove my hand between my legs and try to quell this pain. So much pain, I need...I need you! I just need you. What will it take for you to admit that you're in love with me?"
The brunette went silent, and her dark eyes met Setsuna's. Setsuna gazed back, shifting in place in embarrassment. Her dick throbbed beneath her hakama. She was a pure-blood alpha, her body cried out for her to answer Konoka's heat... but she could not. The spiky-haired girl covered her mouth, trying to escape the vivid scents flooding her mouth and nostril.
Konoka scowled as she began to walk away again, easily closing the distance and clinging to Setsuna's arms, letting her towel drop so that her almost entirely naked body was on display, round curves, soft belly, so much soft skin... Setsuna tried not to look at Konoka's adorable boobs and failed.
"M-Miss Konoka, put your clothes back on this instant! Your grandfather might come back at any moment!"
"No. I won't. You're not going to escape with him, no matter what, I told him to leave without you! If you want to get away from me, you'll have to stop using my own family as an excuse to do so, you ... you stupid, blind jerk!" The naked young fortune teller punched at Setsuna's shoulders with her little fists, harmless punches that were more annoying than anything.
Was Konoeman really leaving without her!? There was something about the way he'd spoken to her that made her think yes... Konoka pressed ever closer, grabbing Setsuna's hands, and pushing them toward her chest. Realizing her mistress meant to make her grope her, Setsuna let out a shrill shriek, throwing her arms up with full restraint, gasping wildly.
"N-No! Miss Konoka, stop! You're acting like a child! You're not in love with me! And I can't touch you- it would be wrong!"
"Like a child!? What kind of child- ugh! Know what? No, Setsuna, I won't let up! Just because my heat gives me the confidence to say how I feel... doesn't mean you can use it as an excuse to run away from your own cowardice. I see what I do to your body, and I can see it in your eyes. You want me, want to do all kinds of things to me, I bet things I haven't even thought of in my wildest fantasies. I want you to accept those desires... My breasts are so sensitive that if you were to touch them, I-I'd come. That's how much I need you. You won't help me? You won't accept my feelings? You'll look me in the eyes and tell me I'm not speaking rationally? Setsuna, I've never been more rational. I know what I need, I need you!" Out of breath, Konoka panted. She just sat there on the ground, gazing at Setsuna as if she were the most important person in the world to her.
Setsuna looked away; eyes shut tight. "I can't..."
"There's a reason I always ask my grandfather to bring us out here when I can feel my heat coming... but you always run away."
Again, the swordswoman grimaced. "My duty-"
"Us. I have him bring us. Not you, me, and Asuna. Just us." Konoka whispered, gazing up at her with dark, lust filled eyes. "I want you. Just you. No one else. But you always leave... you really won't be with me?"
Setsuna could hardly think straight. Why couldn't they have this conversation in Konoka's bedroom, somewhere private? But if it happened there, it would be even worse. Then the bed would be right there, and with a single push, she could have Konoka spread and ready for her - Just like that the fantasies nearly took control. Setsuna gasped, and glanced around as if to find an escape point, but Konoka made an angry noise, demanding direct eye contact. For such a soft, pretty girl, she was intimidating when she was angry. The chocolate-colored eyes were black with lust. This was an Omega in heat...
"You're trying to convince me you're thinking sensibly but... but look at where we are. We're right in the middle of-"
"Who cares?!" Konoka wailed, pounding her fists on the wall and pouting, "I need it. I need it so badly. No alpha or omega would dare walk near, and I don't care if some beta worker sees you with me, Setsuna. Don't you get it - I just want you. That's all I care about."
"You just want an Alpha..."
Konoka fell completely silent, her mouth hanging open. She had an expression like Setsuna had run her through with a blade.
She realized immediately she'd made a mistake, hurt her lady in a way she never had before.
The brunette clenched her fists and teeth. "After all this time... after all the denied marriage meetings..." Her muttered words trailed off, then she glowered fiercely at her bodyguard. Seeing Konoka so angry, it was unusual, exciting, especially mixed with her strong Omega scent. The fortune teller turned around; chin held high. "Fine. If that's how you see me, maybe I'll just become the crude girl you make me out to be! I've denied tons of guys you know. I-If you won't fuck me... then I'll wait here in this hallway until someone bold enough will."
"Whaaat?! M-Miss Konoka, you absolutely cannot! Your grandfather-" The hanyo was disturbed, but Konoka just pouted and pointed her face angrily away. She trotted right across the hallway, and without a care in the world, leaned against a nearby wall. She stuck her round, panty-clad bum out as far as she wished and began to sway it in the air.
She might have acted tough, but Konoka got teary-eyed while she did it, chest and face stained with embarrassment - making it clear just how out of character this behavior was for her; even so, she kept up the seductive swings of her bum. She was doing this for love... she was an Omega in love with a stupid, stubborn Alpha! Couldn't Setsuna see that Konoka only ever acted like this for her? That her grandfather wanted them to be happy?
Setsuna had always run away from her own happiness, a martyr, but Konoka couldn't stand one more heat without her... now, right now, she'd finally have to decide.