'Tis the Season... - Erotica Short (Pt. I)

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The Lord of Istoria rubbed his hands together as he ventured back into the warmth of his home, the northern estate. With the early arrival of the winter season, some citizens found themselves ill-prepared for the impending blizzards and Genbu took it upon himself to patrol around the nearby villages with some of the capital’s knights and mages to deliver supplies and help reinforce homes. With the quick work of his knights and the mana of the mages at his disposal, his rounds were completed in record time, and the villages within several miles’ distance of the capital would be set during the initial hit of the blizzard. Once back on the mansion grounds, Genbu rallied all of the knights and mages who had accompanied him.

“Great work today, all! It’s only mid-afternoon, and normally I’d have you all continue with drills until the evening…” Genbu paused, taking in the tired countenances of his knights and mages before he continued. “But due to the impending blizzard, I want you all to head inside, grab a good meal, and hunker down until the first break in the storm. We’ll do another patrol at that time.”

Hurrahs and thanks and praises rained down upon Genbu from the grateful knights and mages. He gave a tired smile and waved before he turned around and the whooping and hollering knights and mages followed him inside and to their quarters. He headed straight for his captain’s quarters and went inside, locking the door behind him. He let out a tired sigh and leaned back against the door, resting his head back against the heavy wood.

He took a few deep breaths, then pushed himself off of the door and paced around soft, candlelit the room a few times. His boots thudded softly against the wood flooring, eventually fading into muted thumps once he reached the rug covered portion of the room. He passed the walls lived with bookshelves filled with battle and historic references, weapon blueprints, and the occasional “adult” themed literature; circled around the large rosewood desk and cushioned black swivel chair; then made his way back towards the front of the room.

Sweat had now formed on his forehead and he pulled on the collar of his shirt, tugging it and fanning himself with the fabric.

“Shit…” he cursed and wiped away the sweat dripping down the sides of his face. “It’s happening earlier this year…”

Genbu’s pointed ears twitched at the curt knock at the door behind him. “Who is it?” he called.

“It’s Hiro, your Highness. I wished to speak with you for a moment before you got too settled.”

“Ah… Of course.” Genbu made his way to the door and opened it wide enough to allow his ward inside. “Come in, I have a few moments to spare for you, O’Captain of my Guard.”

The young canine daemon snorted and flashed a grin at the Lord as he strode into his study and plopped down on the black velvet chaise. “Knock it off, old man. It’s embarrassing enough when you do that stuff in front of the other knights.”

Genbu chuckled as he closed the door again. “It feels good to say it, my boy. I can’t help it. But enough of that, what brings you here?”

“I wanted to check on you…” the jovial hilt in his voice dropped down to a serious tone. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, giving Genbu a concerned look. “Your chi has been off all day. I could hear a strain in your voice when you addressed the pack earlier.”

“Oh. You, uh… Noticed.” Genbu let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was hoping I was keeping a solid poker face. Can’t fool you, though, can I, Hiro?”

“So there IS something wrong…”

“Yes, but it’s nothing for you to worry about…” Genbu took a few steps over to his adopted son and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Hiro looked back at him, his icy blue eyes filled with concern but also a steadfast seriousness. He stood to his feet and grasped the hand holding his shoulder in his firm grip.

“Lord Genbu… No, Pops.” Genbu’s heart tugged at the use of Hiro’s way to address him as his father only in private and could tell he was not at all joking. “When you promoted me to Captain of the Guard, it was agreed upon that I would be like your right-hand man; an extension of your eyes, ears, and limbs. I can only serve you best in that way if you truly confide in me what is ailing you, no matter the circumstances. And… Well, you made me worry about you, old man.” he gave Genbu’s hand a squeeze. “I wanna help you, if I can.”

Genbu gazed at him a moment longer before sighing heavily and placing his other hand on top of Hiro’s hand to make a hand sandwich. “You’re a good kid, Hiro. I’m truly grateful to have you, not only as my Captain, but also as my son.” Genbu almost burst into laughter at Hiro’s tail wagging so happily behind him, but thought it best to just address the issue at hand. “My heat cycle has started early this year.”

Hiro’s tail stopped wagging. A deep red tint formed on Hiro’s cheeks as the meaning of his words sunk in. As an of-age male canine daemon, he knew exactly what heat was and what it meant. “O-oh! Ohhhhhh… Uh, that’s… Awkward...”

Genbu nodded and removed his hands from Hiro’s shoulders. “I’m sorry for making you feel like I wasn’t being upfront and forthcoming with you, but as you can see, some matters need to be handled… Erm, privately. You see?” Hiro nodded, obviously still embarrassed by his father’s predicament. “Good. So really, the best way you can help is to go grab a meal and find something to keep yourself busy during the blizzard.”

Hiro sighed and began heading back towards the door. “Y-yeah, no problem…” Once he reached the door, Hiro looked back at him with a sympathetic look. “... Good luck, Pops.”

Once the door was opened and shut again, Genbu made sure to take the time to ensure the door was locked. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep his body calm and under control for at least a little while longer….

But he could tell from the heat radiating through his body that “under control” was no longer an option.

Genbu kicked off his boots and practically ripped his shirt and pants off his body. He stared down with an annoying look at the throbbing hard-on protruding from his pelvis and making quite the impressive tent in his underwear. The head had already begun leaking precum, a dark spot forming on the fabric touching the very tip of his cock.

Unfortunately for Genbu, each year around the start of the winter season for about two weeks, his feral canine blood would boil and crave nothing but intercourse. It was a remnant left behind from his ancestors, designed to make sure his species would carry on by forcing their sex-drive into heightened states for a certain time period. Each canine’s “heat” period began and lasted for different times and Genbu considered himself lucky to only have to deal with it for two weeks, as he knew others who had to go six to eight weeks each year.

Genbu felt the faint tendrils of desire grasping at him earlier that morning when he first awoke, but he attributed that to his wife looking extra scrumptious this morning, still lying in bed in her slightly sheer nightgown before he had to get himself up. Now he knew, standing there in the captain’s quarter’s with his cock harder than a boulder, that it wasn’t just because of his sexy wife, but instead that it was that time of the year when his cock called all the shots and he was but a slave to spilling his seed as much as he could stand.

He cursed again and made his way to the far back wall of his quarters. He pushed open a door that leads to a small shower area and stepped inside. “Bah… I gotta get him to behave just long enough to go find Setsuna… Might as well take care of it here.”

Once in the shower area, he turned on the water and waited a short moment for the water to reach a pleasantly balmy temperature. He removed the remainder of his undergarments and stepped under the steamy flow of water. A groan of approval left his lips at the feeling of the hot water cascading down his body, and he moved his hand to grab the base of his very hard manhood. It was certainly up and at attention, throbbing and pulsing in his grip as if begging him to give it any sort of attention.

Not wanting to waste much time, Genbu turned his back to the water and reached over, grabbing a bottle of oil from the rack with his bath supplies. He poured a generous amount into his hand and rubbed the thick liquid over his still throbbing member. He groaned again from the feeling of his hand now squeezing and pulling on his engorged length. His other hand came down to tug and massage his balls and he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot up his spine.

His cock was grateful for the attention, but the greedy bastard wanted more, of course. It was Genbu’s heat season, after all, so his dick was more… “needy” than usual. He increased the pace of his hand’s motions, moving his fist from the base all the way to the tip and back in a smooth, yet fluid motion.

“D-dammit this feels good…” he muttered to himself and closed his eyes, reveling in the pleasure he was giving himself. As he continued to stroke his length, an image of his wife from this morning flashed through his mind.

How badly he wished he could stay there with her… If uninterrupted, he could have possibly even gotten a morning blowjob. Or, as Setsuna had a tendency to get into her own “needy” moods on occasion, perhaps even had a nice morning romp before starting their day.

Genbu felt his member jump in his hands at the many thoughts of playing with his wife played through his mind. He was breathing a little harder now, and his strokes were going even faster than before. There was a pressure building in his pelvis, and he knew his release was soon approaching.

“Setsuna…” he panted, using his mind’s eye to conjure the image of his wife’s supple breasts suffocating his cock. He loved to gaze down at her going to town on him in general, but he was especially fond of her titjobs. “Ah, fuck…!”

Feeling his release on the precipice, Genbu increased the speed of his thrusts even further and moved his free hand from cradling his balls to roll and rub on one of his nipples. The intense feeling of pleasure that coursed through him was heightened nearly tenfold due to his heat cycle, and with each stroke of his member, a low moan would escape his lips. Panting and moaning, Genbu threw his head back when he felt his orgasm coming full swing.

“Ohhh, there it is…! I’m gonna cum…! Setsuna!!” Genbu’s legs buckled as he let out a booming cry and less than a second later his cock began twitching and jumping incessantly as his seed exploded from the tip. Spurt after spurt after spurt of his thick, creamy liquid pumped from his length and launched onto the opposite wall of the shower. His body shook as he panted heavily, his hand still stroking, albeit much slower now, milking out each drop he could.

“.... Fuck…” Genbu gazed down at his still rock-hard member, throbbing as if it hadn’t just spit eight ounces of his seed all over the shower wall. “I… might be here for a while…”

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