Past the door and over the rug, I stumble into my home and lay him upon the sofa. His hair now tossed this way and that, and his body glossed in sweat from his neck to his still exposed chest.

No wonder all the other witches gawked, he is a specimen to behold.

His face scrunches in an angry sort of pain. His muscles tensed again, making the veins in his neck and forearms more visible. His rut was peaking after his body had overheated.

I carefully rested my palm on his chest to possibly comfort him. Once my skin meets his the muscles seize. His large hand snaps up to grip mine into place, and his deep blue eyes fly open to show the pupil engulfing the iris.

His mouth curls into a snarl as his nails dig into my hand.

But I am not afraid, only anxious.

He's both pushing me away and pulling me towards him. I gave in to the pull. Although his grip was solid at my wrist, I was able to kneel down at his side.

His demeanor starts to soften and another drop of sweat dribbles down his neck.

His hand slips off my wrist to brush my cheek, leaving little divots in my arm from his nails.

His palm is warm as it's pressed closer.

"I'm so sorry" feather light words brush past his lips.

I just slightly shushed the statement away. "All is forgiven".

He pushes himself to sit up, taking his hand away in the process.

He takes a moment to look over the room. An internal panic showing on his features.

"Where am I?"

I snatch his hand in mine for an affectionate squeeze

"You are home. You said you'd go with me" and I was quick to answer.

He takes his hand back to rub it over his face "You shouldn't have done that."

I can't help but scoff, prompting a glare from him.

I can still feel his ever rising temperature, prompting his possessive nature and ever biting mood. I wasn't in the dark about what a 'rut' was. Although, I can't say I had ever had the opportunity to be a part of such a cycle…until the previous night.

"I know the dangers. I know a great deal of things." Yet, I didn't know nearly enough about him. It was very evident of the gap in our knowledge of one another.

My head was swarming with questions but there wasn't any time to ask them.

"I know of your affliction, and if you need some..relief.." He nearly leapt from the sofa as he shouted "No".

His temper had already been on edge, and I was pushing it even closer. I could almost see his sharpening canines as he bared his teeth.

But he is in control. His level of self restraint really amazes me.

"I can't let you do that!" His voice is gruff and a little shaky. Yet, I must insist. He can't simply ignore his rut as it could do irreversible damage.

"Why not, is there something wrong? Did I not bring needed relief before?"

"That's different. What I did then was wrong."

"It didn't feel wrong" it was barely above a whisper and I couldn't even match his gaze when I spoke, but he heard it. I can sense as much.

Looking back up I clear my throat "I can help in other ways. I am a very good healer after all, and it's the least I can do".

I gesture around to foyer and off to the kitchen. All of which was filled with viles and tinctures, anatomy boards and various other necessary equipment.

"The least you can do? I deserve far worse treatment" he breathed to himself as he sat uncomfortably.

His back had begun to bow inward, showing off the ridges of his spine. He gets more and more agitated, and his voice is growing deeper. Each word scraping past his vocal cords almost as a growl.

When he did face me his sharper teeth were starting to show. "After what I did to you. I deserve to be turned into wood to burned in the fireplace. At least then I'd be of good use!"

"That is enough!"

He had almost been yelling when I gently but quickly clasp his shoulders. With a little pressure I make his shaking knees go still.

He tried to shake my hands away but had lost most of his energy working himself into a frenzy.

I lean closer to speak softer to him. Much more womanly and gentle. "I can see very clearly that you have just started your cycle, and if need be I will assist you in any way I can."

His thick masculine scent was still strong, and he twitched as my hair brushed his shoulder. He tried his damndest to bite back a low growl and he jerks his head away from my face.

I quickly jumped to another option.

"Like I said, I am a very talented healer. There are a few ways I could alleviate even a little of the pain you are feeling."

I'd administer medicine to those in similar situations dozens of times. Surely this would be just another routine treatment.

"It won't bring total relief but it should help."

His eyes study mine for a moment. I could feel myself holding onto my breath before he mumbles a gritty "if you think it'll help?"

I nod back. "Please lay down, and I'll gather what I need."

On shaking forearms he lays back into the sofa.

I make haste with the ingredients, grinding some herbs into a powder before adding a bit of honey and water to make a thin paste. It was a simple remedy, but has been known to work wonders for his kind and many alike. There was truly only one snag to the process.

"You will have to undress, just briefly."

You can hear him huffing to himself from the den as I approach.

His fingers ghost over the hem of his briefs as he lets out another huff of disbelief. "You know? I'm starting to think you're the predator here."

My grip on the little bowl of medicine tightens as I step back in dismay. "I didn't mean it as a tease, I swear. It is unfortunate that there is a specific spot that is most effective."

"Unfortunate for whom?" His voice lowers into another growl in a failed attempt to give sass.

I can't help but glare at him a little before cutting my eyes away to stare into the bowl. "Unfortunate for you, I suppose. Now lower your trousers."

He gives me one last painful glance before following suit. Pushing his thumbs past the hem and pulling his briefs down his thick legs. He stops part way when the waistline catches on his hardened shaft. The fabric was now tugging on what could assume was an excruciating erection, sending him reeling back until his head hit the back of the sofa. He's huffing out ragged breaths to contain a guttural moan.

His nails begin pulling from his skin to form a sharp point and his teeth grow more animalistic as he grits them together.

I pull one hand from my bowl to place it on his stomach. He reacts poorly at first but softens to my touch as I try to give him comfort. Willing soft tendrils of my calming energy to ease his frustration.

His breathing evens slightly, or at least finds a steady rhythm. His resolve is something to be admired, like many other aspects of him.

What comes next has to be done. I curl my fingers around the waistband and lift as it would allow so his member wasn't pulled at any longer.

It's bobs free to tap precum onto his stomach.

His cock had strained to such a degree that it had begun to slightly curve as it twitched and dripped.

Seeing it in the flesh was so strange, even when knowing that not long ago it had forced its way inside of me.

I couldn't give myself any opportunity to stare at him in this sorry state. I needed to focus on my work.

I pull the fabric past his knees to free room for where paste needs to be applied.

Hidden underneath the bowl is a thin, small, sterile needle. Neither of us could afford to have him panic and flee. He wasn't going to like it but he'll feel better once I was finished. The needle would be coated in the paste before being pin-pricked into the skin.

I have to lean in to push his legs apart, his member twitching and bobbing above my face.

Soon all of him is looming over me. His back bends out as he presses his palms to his knees before curling them into white knuckled fists.

The line to be walked had to be done delicately, and a little distraction never hurt.

I leaned into the aggression and leaned in closer to his member. My lips nearing the base of his shaft until the curly hair brushed against my nose.

The scent of him is thick and heady as each pore comes alights with the decadent aroma.

It almost makes me feel dizzy, as it eats away at my focus.

My eyes want so badly to flutter close and for my tongue to graze the thick vein running underneath his shaft. None of these I can afford to give into.

He fights the urges trying to dominate his mind. I can almost hear them swarming him as his animal side bites back. They're barking and growling to make me choke down his cock, as his hand finds my head and grip onto handfuls of my hair.

It's a nerve wracking encounter but it steals his attention as I dip the needle in the paste and hide it under my curled fingers.

I inched my hand closer near the apex of his left thigh, my right running up the top of his other leg.

His cock nearly taps my nose as he leans in closer

"You are a devious little wi.."

I pricked the needle shallowly into the solid muscle of his thigh, and his entire body seized. His cock throbs and twitches until a dribble of precum is forced out and hits my lower lip.

I stay seated on my knees in a mild shock as a string of profanity pours from his mouth.

"FUCKING WITCH!!!"

When the screaming dies down he shakes and shutters as he loudly complains about his body becoming cold.

It was enough for me to get to my senses and rush out of the room, mumbling something about needing to get him a blanket as he's shaking and trying terribly to readjust his trousers.

Slamming the door behind me and I tremble a little myself. His drippings are still decorating my lower lip, and I dare flick my tongue out to taste. Now behind the safety of the door and some meager walls, I indulge in such a primal interest.

It's bitter, salty, and leaves a mild tang on the back of my throat. I bring my fingers up to push the remainder closer to my mouth to lap at the sticky delight. Too quickly it is gone, And then so is the distraction.

What had I just done? What the fuck was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking. He seems to have a knack to stealing my thoughts by just existing.

I try to control my breathing as my body has flushed all over. Humming to its own rhythm. I look over my little bedroom to remember why I fled. Ah yes, a blanket.

I need to kick every muscle into action. I spot the fluffy fabric strewn across the bed and snatch it away, sending the sheets out to be tousled even more. I scurry back into the den with my fluff in hand.

He's lying on the sofa, shivering in a curled ball.

I try to approach calmly and drape the blanket over him. It won't warm him much but it will be some comfort.

At that he grabs onto the blanket to twist it around his body. I go about getting the hearth relit to warm him up properly.

"That was a dirty trick." He spoke as his teeth shattered together. "It wasn't a trick. You have made your own assumptions." I chirp back, my voice cracking slightly from nerves of my own.

His edge now met a different peak as he shivered between each curse he threw at me.

He'll tire eventually but even with his nerves alite he needed a gentle touch.

I pressed my hand to his exposed abdomen as he lay tangled in the blanket. He flinched but not long after he would succumb to the gentle brush of my skin on his.

"I am sorry. A sentiment shared often between us."

I kept my voice soft and low and in time his brow lowered.

He leans in only briefly to take a quick inhale from his nose. I break our stare when the corner of his lip curves the smallest inch. It was very possible he could smell what little amount of him lingered on my breath. I pursed my lips shut as he started to speak. Still shivering under the blanket.

"Ya did what you had to do, I guess. Thanks."

I felt a small smile creep onto my own face.

I wanted to take care of him, he didn't need to thank me.

I continue to rub circles into his abdomen with my thumb, stealing glances up at his stubbly face. He was looking back at me lazily.

It was an oddly peaceful and quiet moment before he spoke up.

"Why did you want me to come with you?"

The question was inevitable but I was ready for it. Ready to sing his purpose from the tallest tree.

"You are something very special, that I thought I would never find?"

He scratches at the back of his head, russling his brown locks. "I didn't know you were that lonely."

I almost choke back on my own saliva. Yet, I make an effort to hold my tongue. It's fine. Surely he was using humor to mask his discomfort, even if he was thinking lewdly.

"No. You are my familiar. The Maker guided me to you. For those who can wield magic there is a bond one shares with the wilderness. Every witch is to be bonded to a conduit of the realm of beasts."

He lifts an eyebrow as I continue to talk.

"I firmly believe that you and I have that bond."

"You believe?" He asked.

"I know" I snap back.

"How could you possibly know?"

"I heard from you, words no one else could hear. You were calling out in pain as if you were dying. I was barely in any state to walk let alone hike as far as I did. Yet, I still made it all the way to you."

He searched my face. I knew many people didn't understand our customs or faith, but his gaze was soft as he tried to take it all in. "I'm sure I could explain it better when your mind isn't as foggy, but there will soon come a time we will meet the coven. I ask that you just give me a chance."

His hand reaches out to squeeze mine. His need to be possessive bleeding out past the fatigue brought on by his medicine. "I will go wherever you will lead me."

I hope to never lead him somewhere he won't follow, but the sentiment has me getting teary eyed again.

"Thank you" I say, almost above a whisper.

"May I ask you a question?" I needed this answer before the medicine fought back. I could see his hesitance in the way his eyes widened.

"Yeah" was all he said.

"What is your name?" A slight smirk blooms on his lips. "It's James, but everybody else called me Bucky." His long eyelashes flittered before he presented me with a question of his own. "What's yours?"

It slips off my tongue quickly, and he nods back at my response. He tries it out a few times before saying "that sounds sweet. It suits you."

We sit and share a few words as he fights off sleep. It had been a good hour before he finally stopped the battle and passed out. His teeth were still gritting together slightly.

I barely mustered up enough energy to execute a whores bath by the washbasin in the bedroom. Initially I didn't want to leave him on his own, but I stunk to high hell. It couldn't be helped and when I came back out I found him sleeping fairly soundly.

That is how he is for the rest of the morning. Left to unpleasantly slumber until the drug has worn off.

I stay in the kitchen tidying up and trying fruitlessly to nibble away at a few pieces of food.

His taste still stained my tongue and nothing I could do would remove it, let alone satisfy any appetite I might have had.

I allowed myself a few moments to clean up from my camaraderie the night before.

My belly would remain empty for the rest of the morning as all food felt like rocks hitting the bottom of my stomach.

As I was washing down the table with a wet cloth he finally began to stir. It was near evening as the sky turned a dark orange. He'll wake from his nap groggy and irritated, and he'll fight tooth and nail not to get anymore 'medicine'.

It's what will make him feel better and sleep more soundly, so he mustn't be a baby about it. At least now he'll see it coming.

He did indeed wake. His mood was sour as he started to sweat. He watched me work from his seat until he felt the need to get up and pace the den. Each foot angrily slapping against the wood.

I try to get him to take his medicine again, bowl in hand with the herds ground to a nice paste.

He's already in an agitated state, and when he catches sight of the bowl he leaps up from the couch knowing I'd be bitch enough to trick him again.

"It is not nearly as bad as you're making it out to be."

I tut at him as his face curls into a snarl.

"Like hell it isn't!" He exclaims.

We glare at each other in a silent battle of wills, before I angrily point at the sofa for him to sit down. He grumbled before complying.

He plops down onto the seat with a thump and begins undoing the ties to his trousers.

"Certainly this part is necessary, right?" He tosses more of his sass into the air for me to bat back.

"It certainly is." I answered as I knelt down to administer his medicine again.

For a moment he just watched as I readied the needle. The rebuilding of his rut can make him unpredictable. It could change his personality in an instant. He's twice as fast, twice as strong and extremely hungry.

And, I was right. The beast within was only biding its time, for the moment to strike best. When I was too focused on trying to ignore his member throbbing right in front of me, he reached down at my hair and dug his nails into my scalp. He jerked my head forward to press his cock against my cheek.

In the confusion I'd dropped my bowl and needle. Medicine had spilled at my feet and the needle was too thin to bother looking for.

"Look at you. You fucking tease!" He growls out as he grits his teeth together. "You brought your lips this close on purpose!" The grip on my scalp gets tighter.

"I am not doing anything on purpose." It's true, I wasn't trying to tease him. In fact, in some instances it felt like he was teasing me.

There he sat, letting his cock bob and twitch right in front of my face. It had been mere inches from my nose. Now it was jabbing along my cheekbone, still too far away from my tongue.

"You didn't think I would notice? Didn't think I would catch the scent of my cum on your breath?!" He grits the words out as he drags his cock past my nose and over my open mouth, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

"Did you lick it all up? Did you like the taste?" His question came out so breathy. His rut had wound him up like a spring and once I gave in he was going to snap.

"You only had a little, don't you want more?" The tip was right against my lips. I need only push my head forward to catch it in my mouth and lap at his seed.

He lets me. He wanted me to take him into my mouth all of my own volition. To prove his power over me, maybe? Or it was to show I'd wanted this as much as he did, if not more?

He watches hungrily as I suckle at the head of his cock. He's giving me only a little control as his hand is still tangled into the back of my hair.

I lap at the bitter precum, savoring the taste as he spreads it along my tongue. It was slow and sensual at first, but what came next happened in the matter of seconds.

He waited until he had my mouth nice and wide before he thrusted his cock up my tongue to stab at the back of my throat.

He clamped each hand at the sides of my head to keep me from pulling away. He kept me in place as I choked down his cock.

He let out a deep sign, and I could feel him twitch inside my mouth.

He kept going, thrusting against my face. Yet, he wasn't simply using me as a toy for his pleasure. He spoke to me and circled his fingers in my hair as he fucked to air out of my nose.

"You're taking me so well. You should feel proud that your little mouth handled this much."

My little fists were balled up at his hips and I had tears brimming in my eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to bat him away. He just kept shucking his cock against my tongue, using my mouth like he used me the night prior.

The tears finally spilled down my cheeks. It's all too much, and the lack of air makes me feel like I might faint into his lap.

"Don't cry, we're almost there. I'm gonna fill your belly full, witch."

I hadn't noticed yet but something was building. His knot had started to inflate, and I only realized when the muscle brushed my lips.

Panic set in when I felt him try to push his cock deeper. I sputtered and spit around him as I struggled for air. He forced his frowning knot a little ways past my lips.

His voice was pained and breathless "Don't try to pull away!"

His face had grown red and the veins in his neck were on full display as he pushed his knot past my teeth, forcing my jaw open.

He's forced himself in and now he's wedged down the entirety of my throat. There was no room for the cum to go as he tried to shoot it inside. It was either going to be swallowed or it would dribble out the sides of my mouth. I took as much in as fast I could. Ropes of the sticky liquid fill my mouth and my stomach.

I'll be honest, this wasn't a predicament I had thought through. I had convinced myself this was for the greater good, but on a deeper level this was something I'd felt I wanted.

I didn't stop him when he satiated himself with me in the cave. I didn't really fight him off now either. Even having to take his knot to the face I could still feel this blooming warmth in my chest from the deep satisfaction of pleasing him. Along with this warmth my thighs and core burn against the floor. One from being locked in an uncomfortable position, the other from a renewed sense of need.

Just as it thinks I'll suffocate from the pressure of it on my throat, his knot will deflate and I'll be left sticky and dirty once again.

I lament the loss of contact.

His thumb pulls at my lower lip to survey the damage. There were only remnants of his spending left on my tongue, but it was enough for a scolding.

"Close your mouth and swallow the rest, witch."

He presses his hand to the bottom of my chin to close it, and I do exactly what is asked of me.

I'm certain I'll be tasting him for the rest of the day, and I don't care.

Once we are done he's left panting as I clean myself up. I try to get up to hide in the kitchen with my bowl of spilled medicine. There I might have had a chance to lick up the remainder in shame once again, but he grabs my wrist to stop me.

His eyes say all he wishes me to know and I stick my tongue out lap up the rest of his spendings from my chin and fingers. He watches as I hum at the bitter taste.

It does not go unnoticed how shameless we both are during this time. However, the rut boiling his body and mind is a valid excuse for his devious and possessive behavior.

What was mine? I simp and I whimper over the taste of his cum on my tongue, but I have no excuse as to why I want to submit to him.

I did the very thing I said I wouldn't do. I gave in, and I continue to give in.

I lean back towards him to lick the cum from the sides of his cock. His hands weave into my hair to goad me on. I can't help it anymore.

These swirling thoughts would hit a wind break once a knock was sounded at the door.