"Be a good girl for me, Arzan." A friendly and warm voice turned on low was laced with emotion mixed with lust, stopping Zannie's hands running over Ain's body.
In his arms, Zannie shook her head strongly, she clutching Ain's t-shirt, surrendering not only her life but also her hope. A wave of heat hit and Zannie buried her face into Ain's broad chest hoping to ease the pain.
"Ain, this is my first heat after three months of pending."
Ain slipped his hand into Zannie's shirt, caressing a skin soft and supple. Ain was very quiet, focusing on how smooth Zannie's skin was so that felt heavenly.
"You omega late bloomer?" His hands crept up to meet more supple, soft, and smooth lumps. Cupping the two objects in his hands, squeezing gently, occasionally rubbing the entire surface.
"Ye-yeah." Zannie closed her eyes, shaking with amusement at the feeling of a new type of movement. Almost floundering jerked away.
