Surrender
Samael, an intersex male, forgets to take his pills and goes into heat. While this might not be a problem for most, he's a little uncomfortable with his body, and he particularly doesn't want to get pregnant. Can he resist when his rat roommate offers to help? Should he resist or just surrender? Well, maybe if the condoms are as old as these ones...
Commissioned, coincidentally, by Samael.
Samael - or Sam, as he usually called himself - woke up, and immediately let out a groan, grabbing his second pillow and pressing the cool fabric against his face. The situation was immediately apparent; his sheets were soaked, and not with sweat. He felt like he'd been dipped in sugar up to the waist, and that disgustingly sticky feeling wasn't just down there, it was inside him. A gnawing, horrible emptiness that didn't spell out what his body was yearning for, but would do its uttermost to push him towards it anyway. The kind of stupefying, stretchy warmth that left him squirming hopelessly was radiating through every muscle, and his head felt like it was full of cotton balls. Cotton balls that'd been soaked in alcohol and were getting him drunk.
He'd forgotten his goddamn heat suppressants, the bat realized, and a quick swipe of his fingers around the pussy he'd been born with but never felt like he should've had confirmed it, as they came away coated in thick slime. A sure-fire sign that he was ovulating, and that his body would do anything it could to get a cock buried in that positively glowing snatch of his, ideally pumping him full wonderful, soothing, calming, beautiful, utterly _ravishing_sperm.
Fuck.
He wasn't to blame, not really. It was the first time he'd hit this period when not living at home, where his mother always helped him remember the pills. He'd remembered everything, even to change his address, and that toothbrush he usually always forgot when travelling - extra important for a fruit bat like him, with his sugary diet - but somehow, through some lapse in reasoning, Sam had forgotten those damned pills.
This would be a very unpleasant weekend.
When a friend of his had asked - trepidatiously - about how it felt to be intersex, male except for the plumbing, what Sam had focused on was the feeling of being in heat. It was infuriating, far beyond normal horniness that men his age might feel. He'd compared it to being thirsty, constantly, in the desert, with a pool of refreshing water in front of him. Except he knew the water was poisoned.
No, it wouldn't kill him. Not that kind of poison. But it would get him pregnant, if he drank any of it, twisting his body into a flaunting display of fecundity with a swollen belly and maybe lactation, a thought that'd always weirded him out and made him even less comfortable with his own body. And he'd explained that his body was screaming at him to drink, his fuzzy and cotton-covered mind being the only thing preventing him from diving in head-first.
That was the version without explicit details. With explicit details - something he'd never told anyone - what his body actually demanded was that he spread his legs and let every single man rut his slavering cunt. The reason why he didn't want to give in? He wasn't into boys. Or so he told himself.
Ever since Sam had realized he was different from other people, he'd also felt_different. During puberty, his attractions had clearly been towards other males - the _full males, in particular - but he'd never accepted that. Just like the average man of his age, he wanted to be attracted to women. Yet, it was the sight of firm, masculine bodies and the throbbing cocks he looked up with trembling fingers during the onset of his heat that really got his juices flowing. Literally flowing. Soaking the ill-fitting briefs he always wore.
As such, beyond a few encounters when he'd been too drunk to really think straight, which had been unsatisfying and were shameful to even think back on, he'd repressed his sexuality. The heat suppressants worked great for that; when not in heat, the attraction faded to white noise in the background, something he could simply ignore and not let interfere with his life, or his obviously straight sexual orientation. Sam had always told himself he'd grow out of it one day, even if he'd never have a cock.
Now, with the pills forgotten, here he was, thrashing in bed like one of those pop stars in a music video from the 80s, his long mane as tangled as their hair ever was, as he tried his hardest to not think of cocks, failing every time.
That left Sam with two choices, and he narrated them to himself, trying to drown out the voice telling him to go get laid.
Choice one was that he went out and walked to the pharmacy, soaking his pants in lust every time a man who was even slightly attractive passed him. He'd draw their attention with his scent too, and they'd probably want to fuck him. Worst of all, he might let them. A single drop of cum inside him at the peak of his fertile period would surely knock him up, and Sam highly doubted he'd settle for just a drop if his legs were already spread. Maybe. He had a tendency for catastrophic thinking. At the very least it'd be intensely embarrassing, because everyone, women included, would be able to tell what he was from a mile away.
Choice two was that he stayed at home, trying his hardest to simply outlast the heat. It'd only remain at its peak for a few days. He had a few vibrators, a dildo, and his fingers. None of them would satisfy him, but they would at least take the edge off as he rubbed himself raw for some seventy-two hours or so, until he was too weak to even consider going outside.
Sam had a roommate, which was a little bit of an issue, but he trusted the rat. Daniel, his name was. Jeez. I struggle to even remember names when I'm like this, Sam chided himself. Daniel would only have to ignore him, and maybe bring him food, and then the bat would pay him back when the heat finally eased. Like by getting him a gift card for those videogames he liked. Something like that. _Anything_like that. Certainly, what Sam wasn't going to do was to pay him back by riding that cock, enjoying every inch of his lithe, handsome body until...
He ran to the bathroom to splash cold water over his face. Being in heat was the worst.
As for Daniel, it didn't take him long to figure out what the bat was up to. The experience was almost as miserable for him, hearing Sam's needy moans and whimpers through the walls, getting a lungful of that enticing heat-scent of his every time he had to leave his room. It affected him. He'd always been attracted to Sam as it was, and him being in heat didn't lessen that any. He remembered the first time he'd seen the bat naked, and realized how _different_he was. That hadn't lessened his attraction either.
He was, of course, trying to focus on work when he got the first whiff of Sam's heat, and it almost had his cock punch a hole in his trousers with how quickly he got hard. He was still hard now, hours later, trying to not think about it. Sam's problem was that he wasn't comfortable being what he was, and so he hesitated to take care of his needs. Daniel respected that. He was planning to keep his distance as much as he could, and he understood that no matter how horny the thought of the bat pleasuring himself in the next room got him, Sam had it_much worse._
The rat would stay rock-hard and ready to step in if he was requested. Not like he had any choice. He sighed, trying to will his cock to soften anyway, in a futile attempt at not getting distracted from his work by the way it throbbed each time a muted moan reached his ears, but to no avail. He was going to suffer through it just like Sam was.
Sam had, in his room, brought out the vibrators, the dildo, and put several layers of towels over his bed. Already, both his fingers and his pussy were itching to get started, but he tried to put it off for a little longer. It wouldn't be as satisfying as he imagined it, but in fantasies, it was. Fantasies always ended where reality began, and he wanted to stay in them a little longer, but the truth of the matter was that for heat, only two things worked. Getting the pills, or getting creamed. Making his body forget what it needed, or giving it exactly what it needed.
Still, a few orgasms would take the edge off. Enough to make it manageable. He didn't like looking at his slit while masturbating. It was one of those things; he loved how it felt, but he always liked pretending he had a cock instead. And so, he'd draped a blanket over himself - a blanket that'd hopefully stop Daniel from getting too distracted by his heat-scent - as he began to rub the dildo's rubbery glans against his drenched folds. God. It felt amazing, electrifying almost, making his legs tremble, and it was just a toy. The thought that came, unbidden, was of course how good a real cock would feel if a simple rod of silicone already had him nearly crying with pleasure.
Sam's muscles clenched as he put a little more pressure on the toy. In his fantasies, it was a real cock, slowly and inexorably pushing into him. Probably with two heavy balls attached to it, eager to spurt their dangerous cargo deep into his fertile body. Sam didn't actually want to get pregnant. Not in the slightest. Yet, the mental image of it happening was intoxicating as always.
A gasp, much louder than he'd intended, escaped his lips as the head plunged into him. Instantly, he was clenching around it with wanton desire. That ravenous, feminine hunger, alien in a way and yet intimately familiar, the swooping_sensation in his lower belly as his body prepared itself, instinctively, for being bred. He felt himself grow wetter, his silken inner walls massaging the dildo's shaft as he pushed it deeper, simulating the thrusts of the nameless male in his mind. It was all an illusion, those instincts and urges easily fooled by a simple toy, if only briefly, but that didn't make it feel any less good. Sam imagined his phantasmic lover growling as he pinned the bat down, driving his virile, eager, _dangerous length deep into him, until it just barely nudged against his cervix.
He was being claimed, and he loved every moment of it, his hips bucking on their own, wanting the toy to go even deeper somehow. More, more. The tingles radiated from his spread folds and thrumming little clit, enveloping him from head to toe in waves of shivering pleasure.
Sam flicked the vibrator on, almost dropping it because of how slick his fingers were with his lust, and pressed it against the hood of his clit. It took a moment for the pleasure to register, but when it did, he moaned at the top of his lungs, barely managing to suppress the second vocalization of overwhelming lust by pressing his face firmly into his pillow. It took him some ten seconds of that to reach his first climax, the bat twitching and squirming on the bed, holding his breath to avoid moaning until he saw little stars dancing across his vision, waves of pleasure crashing through his body and mind both.
Nothing to it but to start again. And again. He'd keep cumming until he either achieved a moment of clarity, or he passed out, skipping ahead a few hours. And so, Sam began to fuck himself with the well-used dildo the moment that orgasm faded into afterglow, as Daniel tried his best to not hear or smell him, eventually putting on headphones to avoid hearing those beautiful moans that called to him a like a siren song.
Halfway through his second orgasm, the batteries on the vibrator died.
For a moment, Daniel enjoyed the silence. He thought Sam had worn himself out, but of course, that wasn't the case, and soon enough the orgasmic moans continued, loud enough that he heard them despite wearing his headphones. He could almost swear he heard the wet slurping of the bat fingering himself. Daniel groaned, burying his face in his hands. There was only so much he could take of this, but he was a good friend, he told himself. Just because his cock was so hard he was afraid he might cum from just moving around didn't mean he was going to impose himself on his friend.
Not that Sam couldn't use being shown some real affection. Maybe that would be all he needed. Having a friend show him just how pleasurable having a pussy could be. No._Daniel squeezed his ears shut. There it was, and he recognized it. The rat was trying to justify it to himself. It'd be so easy too, and he really, _really_doubted that Samael would mind in the end, but he _had to set some limits for his own urges, too.
That worked, for a few hours. He managed to tune out the bat's orgy of self-love and frustration. That was, until Sam opened his door, his scent washing over the rest of the apartment, as he went to search for batteries for his vibrator. His fingers had just gotten too sore to continue, and he was nowhere near having taken the edge off. This, of course, had the expected effect of giving the rat a fresh sniff of his lusty scent, potent enough to nearly make him choke as his cock, which had been slowly calming down, shot up to full hardness again.
At that point, it was no longer about pleasure. It was about helping his friend, and saving them both from going completely crazy.
"Hey, Sam," Daniel called out, standing up. "You know I can help you with that, right?"
Sam froze. He stuttered something unintelligible in response, realizing that he'd forgotten to even put clothes on, and so found himself standing naked, intensely aware of just how wet his groin and legs both were, and how puffy and prominent his heat-inflamed folds must've looked. Not that he dared to look down.
"You don't even have to use my cock, like... god, I'll just eat you out if that's what it takes. And I have a whole ten fingers," he continued. "...and also a cock, if you have any condoms, but we'll save that as the last resort, yeah?"
Sam shook his head, and yet, he felt a sweet, seductive clench deep inside him at the notion of taking his roommate up on that offer.
"Come on. I'll not do anything you don't want me to," Daniel pleaded. He made no effort to hide the obvious bulge in his trousers. The very same one that Sam's eyes kept focusing on despite of his best efforts. A simple, if necessarily risky solution to his predicament. "Alright? Let's just do something, and then you decide if you want to go any further. Trust me," he added, and he meant that.
"...okay," Sam groaned. He couldn't think straight, anyway. Just this once, he'd rely on someone else, and trust them to not push it. The rat was sexy, his slender and yet very masculine body impossible for the heat-addled bat to look away from. Judging from the size of his bulge, he was pretty well hung, too. Sam had never seen him naked, but right now, he wanted to.
To Sam's bedroom they went, then, the bat increasingly self-conscious, and yet seemingly hornier with each step. Though it wasn't as pronounced as his heated scent, the rat had an enticing aroma of his own. Pure, clean masculinity, strong and eager. Virile. Being this close to anyone with a cock while in heat was playing with fire, Sam knew that, but it was equally intoxicating and seductive, and he only wanted to get closer. Daniel could give him the relief he needed. He would, of course, be at his mercy. If he decided he wanted to rut him, Sam knew he wouldn't put up any resistance.
He sat on the bed, naked, with his legs spread. They'd be tightly pressed together normally, but there was something about the moment that made it feel entirely right to sprawl out, letting the rat caress that tingling, glowing wetness between his legs with his eyes. And soon, more.
Daniel made a show of slowly undoing his belt, and then firmly squeezing the outline of his rigid shaft through the rough fabric. Sam was adorable. Not just when in heat, but especially when in heat. The way he couldn't quite look away, or suppress those gasps and huffs. The rat decided he wanted to hear more of them, taking his time in pulling down his pants. Back first, and then the front, letting Sam get a good look at how his cock was tenting his boxers in turn. There was a wet spot where the glans pressed into them, plainly visible.
"See, this is all on you," Daniel rumbled. "I know you say you're not into men, but men sure are into you. At least I am. And even if you're not, that little slit between your legs sure is. So let's get you both feeling really good, hm?"
His voice had a dominant, imposing edge to it, now. Sam shivered, his eyes glued to the rat's groin like he was some bitch in heat. In a way, he was, even if he didn't like thinking about it, spellbound as he was by the size of his girth. Then, with practiced ease, Daniel slipped his thumbs under the waistbands of those boxers, and pulled down. Slowly. He let the band catch on his cock to keep it hidden for as long as possible, and Sam stared at it like a precious, wrapped gift.
Then his boxers slipped down, and his cock sprung out, beautiful and perfect. And rock hard. Knowing that it was because of him made Sam shiver again. The rat's cock was like a flame, and he, the moth. It bobbed in the air, a clear droplet of precum beading at that slit that'd so happily spurt a load of life-giving seed into him. Where it belonged. Where he needed it. Where he wouldn't let it go.
"So, mouth or cock?" Daniel smirked. Truthfully, he wanted to pounce the bat right this second, but he had enough self-control to wait for him to beg for it.
"...cock," Sam replied before he had the chance to actually consider what he wanted_to say. "Just don't actually _fuck me."
"Oh, I'm pretty good at grinding, too," the rat huffed, climbing into the bed, right between Sam's legs. There was a very intimate urgency to it, and Sam moaned just from feeling his firm body pushing against his own.
Yeah, he was needy. That was just how it went when in heat.
"Mm. You're pretty wet there, dear," Daniel grinned, pushing the bat flat against the bed with a gentle palm on his chest, and the other cupping his mound. True to his word, he wasn't going to penetrate Sam at all before he asked for it. Comfort was important. On the other hand, he knew it was only a matter of time.
Sam blushed, but just the touch the rat's palm had him quivering. Not to mention how close that throbbing, beautiful cock was to his sex. He knew he'd moan again when it actually touched him - he could almost feel the heat it was radiating already. But as he reached for a pillow to cover his face with, to quiet those embarrassing moans, Daniel pinned his wrist down.
"Nuh uh. I want to hear you moan. That's the price for me helping you with this," he chittered. "Besides, you look adorable when you moan."
If the bat had been blushing before, he blushed even harder, now. Not that much of it was visible through his black fur, but his normally red nose grew a deeper crimson. Then, when he felt that fat length of cock flop down just against his mound, he stopped caring. A thousand more urgent thoughts, some of them worries and some of them fantasies, were all rushing through his mind.
Did he really want this?
"You need_this, don't you?" Daniel purred, adjusting his hips until his shaft was firmly grinding against the groove of Sam's folds. He could feel the poor bat clenching against him, and he _did have to grit his teeth to not just slide into that seductive, wet heat between his legs. The rat didn't want kids either, but being so close to that fertile slit was still hard to resist. A squirt of precum splashed over Sam's clit, and he shivered again.
It was all so perfect. Every little reaction of Sam's. He wanted to see more of it, and so he began to work his hips back and forth, in controlled, steady bucks, angling himself so the underside of his shaft slid, smoothly, over that stiff little pleasure-button with each movement.
Technically, it didn't feel quite as good as his vibrator, but the fact that it was someone else's body made it better anyway. Sam was soon helplessly moaning, the touch of the rat's throbbing shaft on his heat-wracked body intensifying his need, from an itch needing to be scratched to a firestorm of desire that _needed_to be doused before it consumed him entirely.
He wrapped his legs around his roommate's rump, pushing back against him. The blunt crown of his cock caught in his opening, and they both froze, gasping and panting. It took them both all of their combined willpower to not just let nature take its course then and there. It'd be so easy to just let the rat do his thing, Sam thought, though his thoughts felt even fuzzier than before. He thrust again, sliding against him, the hard, hot pressure against his happily thrumming clit nearly leaving him drooling. He just had to ask for it, and that cock would sink into him and take care of all his needs. Sure, it'd spurt cum inside him too, thoroughly inseminate him, and he'd almost certainly get pregnant at an entirely too young age to have kids, but at least he'd feel amazing.
Fuck. The grinding was pleasant, but it wasn't enough.
"G-get a condom, please," Sam squealed. "I need it. Need you inside me."
He did have a box of condoms. He'd bought them on a whim a few years ago, hoping to kickstart his mostly inactive sex life - in case he happened to meet exactly the right man - but he'd never ended up using a single one. They were still good, probably. How would rubber degrade, anyway? They'd be fine. It wasn't just his extremely fertile body trying everything it could to get a healthy dose of life-giving seed pumped into him, not at all.
Daniel paused, yanking open the bat's bedside drawer and fishing out a box of condoms. He knelt before Sam's receptive form as he fumbled with the wrapper before finally getting it off. The rubber inside was a little dry, but that didn't register as a worry then and there. Sam was wet enough that they didn't need the extra lubrication. He had difficulty concentrating, almost as much as the bat himself - because of that bat and the effect his lust had on him, in fact - but eventually he managed to roll the condom over his cock. There. Safe and sound.
He looked into the Samael's red eyes. The bat nodded. No need to hold back anymore was the implicit message. The condom would keep them safe while they surrendered to their instincts together, giving in to those primal urges compelling them to mate over and over until neither had anything left to give, until Sam was reduced to a moaning, whimpering puddle of satisfaction and Daniel would pull out of his cum-stuffed cunt, flop beside him and relax, his seed spent and his mind filled with that proud glow of a stud who'd done his duty, while his little swimmers did theirs.
Well, it wasn't a fantasy either one of them held, but it was the reality that their biological urges tried to bring about, unaware of the protective latex barrier around Daniel's cock.
He pushed, hard, against Sam's slick folds, and the bat threw his head back in pleasure, moaning out loud. Sam was somehow both numb and extremely sensitive at once, and the sensation of Daniel's unrelentingly hard maleness slipping into him inch by inch was delicious. The way it stretched his inner muscles, still rather inexperienced with pleasuring a real cock, to what felt like their limits. The way it claimed his drooling, quivering sex. Daniel hilted himself inside his roommate, his balls resting against the bat's taint for a while as they gasped at the intense sensations of fullness and tightness together. There was something more intimate about this than just sex, the hormones rushing through their bodies ensuring that it felt beyond just good, and more like right,_or even _heavenly.
Then Daniel began to move his hips, in short rhythmic pumps at first, and Sam's world dissolved into pleasure. He whimpered and squealed with joy, from low throaty moans to high-pitched chiropteran chirps of pleasure that the rat could barely hear at all. All the while, he could, even with the rubber between them, feel every throb of the rat's cock, every flex and even his lover's heartbeat._It was intimate. A connection beyond just lust, a mutual and fiery need and _union.
It was doing wonders to scratch that heated itch, and yet as biology would have it, each buck of Daniel's hips also made it worse. Maybe an orgasm around his cock would help. Maybe it wouldn't. It didn't really matter to Sam at that point. He was barely conscious, his long tongue lolling from his muzzle as he squirmed and thrashed, insensate except for the pulsating, clenching waves of pleasure already radiating from his cunt as the rat gave him what he so desperately needed.
In that state, he didn't really register that odd sensation of a sudden increased slickness and heat inside him. It was barely noticeable, but perhaps he would've noticed it if his mind was only a little clearer. Instead, those instincts and urges that were in full control by now all but willed him to ignore it, to not worry about how the rutting seemed to become even more satisfying, his body reacting in the most natural of ways and clamping down _hard_around that pulsating rod spearing deep into him. Daniel, too, might've noticed it in a more sober state, but that wonderful, sweet pressure was already building in his loins, promising such utter, shattering pleasure once he let it erupt, and the rat was entirely fixated on that. Thus, neither of the two lovers noticed that barest hint that something was wrong, that maybe they should've stopped before they crossed a line neither of them felt mature enough to cross yet. Nature, and by extension, their primal drives frenziedly whipping the two lovers towards their mutual conclusion, cared very little for those lines.
"Don't stop, I'm so f-fucking close," Sam managed to choke out, and that sealed the deal. Daniel stopped adjusting his pace and angle, thrusting into that wet, heavenly vice at the steadiest rhythm he could muster, even as his hip muscles trembled with exertion and wanted nothing more than to hilt and then spill his seed.
Sam groaned as he passed that sweet, tingling point of no return, that breathtaking moment when his pussy, glutting on the rat's meaty cock, let him know he was going to cum, and those brief but wonderful seconds where every thrust coiled that pleasured tension even tighter before it finally sprung.
Then it did.
It was the first time, or at least the first time that Sam could clearly remember, that he'd orgasmed with an actual cock inside of him, buried and thrusting deep inside that slit he'd never felt entirely comfortable with. The last few times he'd been numbed by alcohol, not to mention not in heat, but this time was something different entirely.
He stiffened, his back arching spasmodically, and he cried out loudly and shamelessly as his sodden cunt clenched down hard around the rat's cock, those rhythmic milking squeezes and quakes quickly forcing Daniel to join him in his ecstasy. It only took half a thrust to tug him over the edge, from half-buried inside the bat to fully buried in his depths, rubber-clad tip - or so they both thought - nudging against his cervix as he was swept away by the tide of pleasure. Of that, Sam felt every moment. Daniel's cock swelling and bucking inside of him, then pulsating to a wonderful rhythm of its own, a rapid series of little twitches and throbs as he came, claws clutching tightly at Sam's arms in a possessive, masculine moment.
Sam could barely tell where his body ended and the rat's began. He just felt their hips flexing and grinding and shivering in sodden pleasure, an intensely satisfying and soothing heat spreading inside of him, sticky and rich and intoxicating. It robbed him, amidst of those orgasmic clenches, of all bodily control, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets, body tingling and senses overwhelmed with utter relief.
Someone more experienced with heats and mating might've recognized that feeling for what it was, but it was all new to Sam. That sweet, blissful moment of _completion_he didn't really know anything except that the world felt brighter and softer, as if he was floating on clouds for the longest time, his tingling body only slowly lowered back to earth in the warm embrace of his lover.
"T-there you go," Daniel panted, after what felt like several moments, slowly easing himself out of Samael's body. "That should, mnh, keep you satisfied for a-"
He paused, seeing a flood of thick white follow his cock the moment it left Sam's ever so slightly gaping snatch. His sperm. It drooled out of the bat lazily, most of it thick enough to stick inside him. A sense of dreadful anxiety caught in the pit of his stomach.
Sam saw it too as he curled up to look at himself. The instant he realized he'd been thoroughly inseminated, bred, a million conflicting emotions soared through his mind. That sperm, so rich with life and probably eagerly seeking to knock him up even now, swarming his defenseless eggs and fertilizing them, had all been safely deposited inside of him through the torn and tattered condom. All of it. Pumped exactly where it belonged and where he needed it, but where he absolutely didn't want it. Anxiety and happiness clashed and left him blank_and _thoughtless, but none of that could touch the instinctive, radiant glow of contentedness, alien and yet so very tempting to embrace.
He wanted, on some level, to prop his hips up to make sure that dangerous cum stayed inside him, with how good it felt. It was that realization that broke_something inside him. Not only did he want to keep the cum inside him like his pussy was _born to do, he wanted more.
Yeah. That was exactly what he needed. More. He wanted to get so stuffed with wonderful cum that he'd be oozing it for_days._ Even if that meant he'd get pregnant for sure. Sam cursed himself for denying these heights of pleasure that his unusual anatomy had blessed him with the ability to achieve. What kind of shivering euphoria he could feel by just surrendering to his heat and letting his body drink in the seed it wanted so badly.
Daniel still had more to give. Sam growled, leaping on top of the resting rat and quieting his protests with a finger against his lips as he grinded his cum-soaked folds against his softening cock, almost instantly bringing it back to full hardness. At first, Daniel's eyes went wide with surprise - he'd have expected another reaction entirely - and he still wasn't sure how to feel, but when Samael's heat swallowed down his bare, and very sensitive erection again, he was just as quick as his partner to simply surrender and enjoy it. For that day, and the night to follow, no consequences needed to exist. They were a worry for another day. Today, they'd enjoy being nothing more than animals until they were so sore neither could lift as much as a finger. Just as their instincts had urged them do ever since Sam felt those first tingles of heat.