A Fever You Can't Sweat Out - Part 2

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/fever-you-cant-1-71720422


Word count: 2,040


[I'm editing part three, but this bit didn't quite fit with it, so here, and I hope you enjoy].




Regina remained within the safety of her bedroom for the entire afternoon and avoided emerging even after nightfall. She sobbed from the pain of her arousal, along with the thought of some unsavory person winning the competition and therefore all rights to her.

At several points throughout the afternoon, Regina stood by the window to watch Ruby and Belle on guard. She only dropped back when they or anyone else spotted her.

Once news began to spread of the event, more people turned up in droves. A few of them needed to be restrained, but it appeared that most of the visitors were offering to help. Even some of the men that had been aggressive earlier in the day went to work in the large field behind Regina’s home.

It baffled her how they easily switched into a productive mindset, and she studied them for a long time before realizing that they were putting up tents because they wanted her. The reason they worked so diligently was because they all hoped to be the champion of the tournament.

Regina closed all of her curtains when it became apparent that they could see her. She listened to the quiet sounds of her household for twenty minutes, refusing to budge from her bed.

The unbearable ache of her body eventually got her moving again, and for the umpteenth time that week, she slipped her hand into her soaked panties and tried to rub her pussy. No matter how she touched herself, it never satisfied her urges or granted release, and with Emma in her house, her agony only worsened.

An hour of tirelessly playing with herself did nothing but frustrate her more, and Regina discarded her last pair of drenched panties in the hamper.

Then she opened the door to her bedroom a crack and peered at Emma, who sat hunched over at the top of the stairs.

“Emma, please come in here. I know this is a lot to ask, but given what we discussed in the meeting, it’s clear you’re an alpha. I need a favor.”

Regina took a tiny gulp and cast her eyes down at the floor. She gently put out one hand to touch Emma’s shoulder, and almost sobbed at the physical contact and dropped her hand as if burned.

“All of this is just getting worse, and as much as I don’t like the idea of this tournament, my body needs immediate relief. I can’t take this any longer. In fact, I need something to take the edge off right now. It’s embarrassing to ask you this, but I trust you. Your alpha pheromones might be able to ease some of my pain. I keep —I keep trying to pleasure myself, but it isn’t working. I thought if I could borrow a shirt of yours, perhaps I could… I could wrap it around a pillow and rub myself against it. It could be risky. I’m worried about the consequences of doing that with so many people nearby. I’m not sure how it will affect my scent, so you’d have to stay with me. You don’t – obviously you don’t have to watch. Hopefully it will get me through until tomorrow —”

“You’re not a trophy to be won,” Emma snarled angrily, ripping her shirt off to thrust into Regina’s hands. It left her in a tank top that revealed her muscled arms and the veins that snaked beneath the skin.

Emma paced restlessly, her mounting anger as obvious as the tightly packed erection that throbbed painfully with every move she made. It must have hurt just to breathe, but she seemed to find it far easier to work with the increasing pain than the pleasure. For the better part of the day, she had been run off her feet with setting everything up and enforcing a town wide curfew. She collected all the older, unaffected people and put them in charge of taking care of the younger ones. The only time she had to herself had been the few hours when she had finally slept in the guest room

“I’ll stand guard,” Emma managed thickly, turning her back to Regina to offer what little privacy she could, though her eyes dropped to the laundry basket.

It was overflowing, and all around it were pairs of soaked panties. As if in a daze, Emma grabbed a pair from the basket and groaned at the slickness against her fingertips. It was wrong on so many levels, yet she looked like she couldn’t help the way she ran the pad of her thumb along the glistening fabric.

Regina grasped the shirt in her hands and buried her face in the scent of Emma’s musk. Her primal need took over then and she frantically covered a pillow with the fabric. She hoisted up the bottom of her night gown and straddled the pillow, already moaning as she sank her drenched pussy down against the soft material. Rolling her hips in gentle circular rotations, she was met with both wonderful friction and frustration.

Having something of Emma’s between her legs was pleasurable and she whimpered every time it brushed against her clit—but her inner muscles ached so deep inside where she wanted to feel so much more.

“Emma?” Regina intoned, her voice sandpapery but soft. “I’ve changed my mind. You should face me. I’m very worried someone is going to break in while I’m doing this. Please keep a close eye on me.”

If this was a true fear or a desperate bid to get Emma’s attention, Regina had no idea. As she raised her gown up on her hips and continued to grind her pussy against Emma’s shirt, she lost all ability to think rationally. She began caressing herself through her clothes as Emma turned towards her. With both hands, Regina grabbed at her breasts and squeezed hard enough to bruise, then massaged the tiny peaks of her nipples through the silk.

Noticing Emma held a pair of her panties did nothing to slow her down.

“Do you want those?” Regina asked hastily. “Consider it a fair trade between friends.”

There was a time when she would have been appalled by her own behavior, and yet all she did was blush as she moved languidly against the pillow.

Either it was the pheromones, or the increasing heat within the room, but having Emma watch reinforced the feeling that it was natural, even though she knew it wasn’t. Every part of her being screamed that this was right, and it appeared that Emma liked seeing her this way—wild and desperate, her pupils blown wide, and her face flushed—the faint sheen of sweat on her brow as she rocked harder in her pursuit of release.

There was no trace of shame between them as they locked eyes and Emma pocketed them the panties.

Emma strode forward and husked authoritatively, “Rock your hips harder into the pillow, not over it.”

Emma had no right to make demands, let alone touch, and yet she did both. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, Emma’s strong hands gripped Regina’s hips, guiding her firmly as she took charge of the situation. “Go faster, Regina. You need the friction.”

Regina dutifully followed instructions and dropped her ass down into the pillow, grinding with eagerness to please Emma. Throwing her head back, she raked her fingers through her hair as she struck up a new rhythm with her body. To her dismay, all of her efforts did little to calm the maddening lust that came over her.

“It’s not enough,” Regina groaned and wept. “It’s too soft.”

Her eyes strayed below Emma’s belt, to the concealed pole that poked out at her. Shoulders trembling, she let Emma drive her hips forcefully over the pillow.

Tears dripped down her cheek from her failure to peak, to even so much as curtail her cravings. She almost crumbled, but Emma gathered her up and held her together. Emma sat down on the bed and eased back as she put Regina on her knee.

“Oh,” Regina breathed in relief. “That… feels good. Feels – firmer.” She remained still, as making even the smallest move might involve rubbing their bodies together.

The sheer size and diameter of Emma’s apparent cock now became clear to her. Pretending to be oblivious to it, Regina attempted to shift and positioned Emma’s huge erection between her legs.


Through Emma’s jeans, Regina could still feel how extraordinarily large it was and all of the thick veins that pumped with excitement. Her pussy lips spread painfully wide when she at last settled herself completely over Emma’s dick. Being like that threatened to undo her and also somehow mellowed her. She felt the healthiest she had all day with Emma’s cock almost nestled into her.

“Emma, I don’t know what to do,” Regina scratchily admitted. “It’s almost like I don’t know my own body anymore. What if sex is the only thing that will make me feel better?”

Regina’s sudden weight and warm pressure pushing against her erection had Emma hissing through her teeth.

Emma’s rough palms steadied her hips, her fingers biting into Regina’s heated skin as she gruffly informed her, “I know what you need. I’m going to help you, Regina. Trust me and do as I say.”

“Roll your hips,” Emma husked, her hands sliding to Regina’s ass to forcefully control the motions when she felt her hesitate. “Grind against me. I know you want to, now do it. Just like you did with the pillow.”

Regina obediently acted upon the command and locked her legs at Emma’s sides. Sliding her pussy up and down over Emma’s cock helped some of the pain to subside, especially when the thick head pressed into her. She imagined what it would be like if Emma’s pants were off, and how it would never fit into her narrow canal, not without stretching her out. The fast and messy way she rode Emma left them both breathless and she kept going until her tears dried.

True satisfaction remained out of reach, but this activity lowered her stress levels and increased her tolerance to the throb of her sex. As long as she focused on the idea of consummating this with Emma, she breathed evenly and her thoughts were less cloudy.

“Are you alright?” Regina asked, noting Emma’s labored huffing. “Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to mate. Or… have you already found someone—a beta?”


“Of course I haven’t!” Emma snapped indignantly, so offended that she set her teeth in tight, uneven rows. “I’ve been busy with keeping the town in line. The longest I’ve sat on my ass has been today, on your stairs.”

Emma hissed, digging her fingers into Regina’s hips to still her movements with a pained look. “Chafing.”

Regina apologetically crawled off and slumped into her mattress, turning one cheek to stare at Emma. She pouted as she reached out to comfortingly caress Emma’s arm.

“You should rest here,” Regina suggested, though Emma’s unique alpha aroma would no doubt torment her through the night.

The sacrifice would be worth it just to grant Emma this quiet place to sleep.

With the same iron will as usual, Regina withdrew from the bed and gracefully glided to the window to check on the progress of the tournament grounds.

The workers stayed overnight, hammering wooden stadiums together and throwing up the last of the tents, including a large pavilion where she was certain she would sit.

“In a way, I guess I’m lucky. Anyone who might be interested in me will just participate tomorrow. It saves me the trouble of looking or settling for any idiot who comes along.”

Regina realized the mistake in her wording and glanced back at Emma in worry. “I’m sure you’ll find someone, too. Maybe tomorrow at the competition—or even tonight. You shouldn’t have to suffer. I’ll be fine if you want to slip out now.”

The frown on Emma’s face deepened considerably.

“I’m not going anywhere, and I’m certainly not going out to look for someone to take the edge off,” Emma finally gritted out, her voice sounding as rough as she probably looked. “I’ll be out in the hall.”