Rowan
Sweat coated my skin everywhere Milo’s body was pressed against mine.
When my eyes first opened, I wasn’t sure what the time was, or how long we’d been sleeping. All I could focus on was Milo’s temperature. It was like sleeping against a furnace.
Worry spurred me into action. He was burning up with a fever far too high. Was he sick? I pressed my hand against his damp forehead. His hair was slick with sweat and sticking to his face. He whimpered and my heart ached.
“Baby, wake up.” I shook him gently. What was I supposed to do with a sick selkie? I couldn’t take him to a human doctor. Did they have selkie healers? Could he take human medicine?
He groaned, but didn’t wake.
“Milo, please.” Water. He needed some water.
I sat up, letting the blanket slip away as I moved to get him some, but Milo’s hand snapped to grab my wrist and prevent me from leaving.
“Rowan,” he groaned.
“I know, baby, you’re not feeling good, are you? I’m going to call Miki and see if we can give you some human medicine.” Surely she would know.
“Rowan,” he panted. “Need… mmnn…”
“I’ll get you some water.”
“No.”
“You need to stay hydrated until I can figure out how to help you.”
He groaned again, scowling as he kicked his leg in frustration. “Need you.”
“I’m right here, my love. I won’t leave you. I’ll just get some water and come right back.”
“No,” he whined again. “Need you—mnnn—inside.”
My brow pinched as Milo used the hold on my wrist to pull my hand under the blanket.
His whole body was wet with sweat, but when my fingers touched what was undoubtedly his already exposed dick and lower to his slit, I discovered that wasn’t all he was wet with.
He was practically gushing slick, this part of him far hotter than the rest of him.
“I-if you’re sick—”
“Not sick!” he barked at me, then whimpered. “Just… need you.”
What was this? Did selkies just get incredibly horny when they were sick or was this… “Are you… in heat, little hurricane?”
Milo had told me before it was something he could experience if our bond was blessed.
He’d said it was how we would have pups.
I swallowed. Did that mean… he could get pregnant right now?
So soon? I wanted a life with him, wanted to spend every day by his side and to have a family with him, but I wasn’t expecting it to be immediately. Were we really ready for that?
My dick seemed to think so, already rapidly filling in eager anticipation.
“Rowan,” Milo whined. “Hurry.”
“I… we should talk about this.”
“No!” he snarled at me. “Now! Need it now!”
“But… Milo… if you’re in heat, then you could get pregnant now. Right?”
The scowl melted away, replaced with a pleased grin. “Yes. Pregnant. I want to get pregnant.”
Fuuuck. My cock throbbed, urging me to give Milo exactly what he wanted right away. Was this really okay?
“Now, Rowan!” he demanded, ripping the blanket off his sweat-drenched body.
His dick stood up proudly, covered in his slick. So were his inner thighs, and his slit seemed to throb with its own pulse. He whimpered, his eyebrows pinching together as if he were in pain. “Please,” he practically sobbed. “I need it. Please.”
Any remaining self-restraint evaporated as he ran three fingers over his dripping slit before plunging them inside and moaning. “Need you. Hurry.”
I exhaled shakily. “Okay… okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want.”
He smiled and spread his legs wider. Fuck, he was already such a mess. “Now.”
I nodded, moving my body over his, and taking hold of my hard cock as I ran the leaking tip up and down the length of his slit. He was so fucking wet. His body provided more than enough lubrication.
Milo sobbed. Tears ran down the side of his face. “Give it to me,” he cried in a voice that sounded so desperate and broken.
I could never deny him anything. With no further hesitation, I pushed forward, my cock slipping into his swollen, heated entrance.
Every time I’d fucked him before, he’d been so incredibly hot inside, and my dick had felt like it was melting into pure bliss, but this time that was amplified to a point that was almost too much for me.
He moaned loud and unashamed. Gray, clawed fingertips snapped to my hips and dug into the skin so hard he may have broken it as he used the hold to force me fully inside him, as deep and as fast as possible.
We both groaned. Milo panted and writhed against me, already trying to spur me into action as he basically drooled on himself. He was completely lost to desperate lust, unable to think or speak clearly.
His tight, slick channel pulsed rhythmically around me, and my eyes could have rolled back into my head at how amazing this felt if I hadn’t been so set on watching him.
“Fuck, Milo. You feel so good, baby.”
“More,” he panted. “Need more.”
I gave him more, thrusting slow and deep. His eyes rolled back as he moaned and rocked his hips against me.
“More,” he basically shouted.
I bucked faster, harder, each thrust jolting his body, and still he clawed at my hips as if he still weren’t getting enough.
I pulled back as much as he would let me before smacking his hands away so I could grab his ankles, using them to push his legs up to his chest. Then I was plunging back inside him with a quick hard thrust and he clenched around me even tighter than before.
“Yes,” he whined. “More.”
I grunted with every thrust. Moving faster and faster until sweat covered my body as well.
Milo was beyond words, unable to speak beyond “yes” and “more.”
It didn’t take long. His channel clenched and spasmed around me as more slick gushed out of him and his cock shot pulses of cum over his sweaty stomach. I was powerless to stop my own orgasm, slamming as deep as possible as I unloaded inside him.
I never would have thought I had a pregnancy or breeding kink, but knowing my cum was filling his womb and potentially getting him pregnant? I shuddered as another wave of bliss rippled through me. Would he get pregnant from this? When would we know?
Milo smiled up at me, pure bliss and relief on his perfect features. “Mmmn,” he hummed. “So full.”
I pressed my damp forehead against his. Then we shared air as our heated chests heaved and our lips ghosted over each other before connecting.
He was happy and satisfied in my arms. But only for a moment. I hadn’t even fully caught my breath before he was grinding his hips against me again, seeking more.
I didn’t know much about selkie heats, or how long he’d be like this, but I could tell it was going to be a long night.