It wasn't only the high body temperature that was strange about Yilas. An exotic, seduction scent started to surround her skin. The aroma especially lingered around the sharp beast-men noses.
"Is-Is that...?" Zassar looked shocked in the face, his words jumbled all over the place, he couldn't believe what he was sensing.
Mohsen's face turned pale as if all of his blood had been cut off circulation. He knew what this smell meant, but it didn't come as pleasant news to him.
Yilas was still whining and covering her stomach, she had only eaten one bite of the food Zassar brought, and after that, she instantly felt the sharp pain the lower abdomen.
"Yilas, what happened?" Mohsen's face was wrinkled up funny, his eyebrows had never furrowed that deep. His concern was clearly visible.
"I-I... had a bite of that..." Yilas pointed to the red looking food on the ground.
It was Zassar's offering, he immediately looked surprised and started to fend for himself.
"It wasn't me, I swear!"
Mohsen didn't trust the horse beast one bit. Last night he tried the same trick and it didn't work, now he was desperate enough to do it twice. Mohsen glared at Zassar, his gaze was as cold as ice, giving Zassar a chill down his spine.
"That was only Maca and Saffron, it was supposed to help Yilas to get in the mood but it's not supposed to force her to be in heat." As soon as the last word came out, Zassar knew he had messed up and spoke too much. The horse beast-man covered his talkative mouth with his hand, not letting another mistake to take place.
Yilas looked confused so he looked to Mohsen for an answer, her teacher was visibly furious.
"Get out of my sight before I tear you apart!" Mohsen grunted lowly as if it came out from the depth of hell. His face turned completely dark and his eyes were as red as fire. Anger overcame his thoughts and Zassar had to bear the consequences.
Though reluctant to leave, Zassar couldn't press his luck in front of Mohsen, he was well aware of how terrifying this beast-man could be. With that thought, Zassar slowly made his exit, his eyes were still glued to Yilas until he couldn't be seen anymore. Only regrets and sorrow occupied his mind.
Once Zassar was far gone, Mohsen came closer to Yilas who was panting desperately, he lifted her upper body up and gave her some freshwater. Yilas drank some before choking on it, she coughed vigorously, scaring Mohsen even more.
"Hack! Hack!"
Mohsen's eyebrows knitted together like twisted knots, his face was pale and sweat broke down on his glistening forehead.
"Let me find you a doctor..." Mohsen was about to lift Yilas whole body up, he gently got his arm behind her back and knees, scaring that every move he made would hurt her. But Yilas squeezed Mohsen's sleeve, making him stop and looked her in the eyes.
Yilas could barely see Mohsen's face, she felt so dizzy she thought she was taken by a tornado. The young pretty man's face under the bright sunlight kept spinning around in a circle, any other movements would make her spew up.
"St-stop, I-I am... feel too sick..."
Yilas was huffing and puffing, her face blushed red into a beautiful color, her eyes were sparkling. Unconsciously, Yilas wore an alluring expression. The combination of her face, her temperature, and the sweet scent from the stream that escaped her thighs made it almost unbearable for Mohsen. After all, he was a young bachelor in his prime time.
Getting lost in his senses, Mohsen looked deep into Yilas's eyes, he couldn't seem to be able to pull his body away. Inch by inch, Mohsen bowed down closer to Yilas's face. Her feminine smell was like a numbing toxin, making him lost all of his self-restraint.
"Yi...las..." Mohsen's breath was only a palm away from Yilas's lips. The breath touched on her skins, glazed through it, caressing her plump red pedals. Yilas was so far off of her own consciousness, she couldn't hear a thing. Her eyes seemed to be looking at Mohsen's but her it had already landed in another dimension, leaving her body there to fend for itself.
Mohsen started to feel himself shaking, his hands were trembling, not because of fear but because of the only self-control he had left in his body. For a second, Mohsen realized what he was doing, his eyes was peeling Yilas's covering without hesitation, his hands pinched tight onto her slim waist, their body was connected and touching.
The beast-man instinct had taken over him, Mohsen felt his throat dried up like the sand under his feet. The only place that looked like it could quench his thirst was inside the pinky warm lips inches away from his. All his other senses were blocked off, his ears could only hear Yilas's slight panting, his eyes could only see Yilas's lips moving as she took her breath, his hands could only feel how soft her skin was.
"Yilas... Yilas..." Mohsen called her name over and over but Yilas seemed to about to faint, she wasn't responding to his voice but her hand still hang tight onto his shirt, not showing any signs of loosening.
Mohsen pressed his forehead onto Yilas's forehead, they were only separated by a thin sheet of paper. Yilas was burning up, her temperature seemed to have doubled in a short amount of time. Mohsen's anxiousness also grew double as he didn't know what to do.