Roaring Heat

By: Drakesblood

Chapter One

The chilly morning breeze wound its way through the city of Divinity's Reach and blew through an open window. Sylvia stirred as the cold air rushed across the exposed fur and of herself and her three cubs, each fast asleep. It had been over a month since giving birth and each one had grown, some more than others. The two male cubs had the same fur pattern as their sire, Titaus Marrowbreaker, in addition to Sylvia's gray color, while her only female cub had her spotted patterns with Titaus' rust-orange hues as the spots. The largest cub, Roderick, gently pulled on Sylvia's sore teat, hoping to get a bit more milk, but it had been sucked dry overnight. The other two cubs, Sid and Darma, lay curled up in Sylvia's arms. The cold wind blew again through the open window, forcing her awake. She slowly rose from the bed, trying not to wake her cubs. Upon leaving the bed, Roderick started mewing for more milk from her. With a sigh, Sylvia cradled him lower, allowing him access to one of her other teats, swollen with milk. As Roderick started to suckle on her teat, the pressure of milk diminished rapidly. By the time Sylvia got back to her bed after closing the window, her third teat had run dry from Roderick desperately trying to suck his fill.

That night, Sylvia only had about two more hours of sleep until the other two cubs woke her with their squirming and shifting from under her arms. Tiredly, she held the other duo to her remaining milk-filled teats for their breakfast while she planned her day in her mind. Today she was to meet with some of ministers for a multi-racial festival, which also tied in with the Queen's jubilee. Once the cubs had had their fill of milk, Sylvia set them in their human cradles, provided to her by one of the ministers as a gift for their births. Typically, nursing charr like Sylvia would carry their cubs for days on their backs or their front until the cubs could walk on their own. But because of Roderick's size and the other two cubs, it made it difficult, if not impossible to keep them strapped to herself without falling over after a long day. Thankfully Xaver was willing to watch the cubs while she was out doing business or if she could not bring the cubs with her to work that day.

Once up, Sylvia walked over to her wardrobe and spotted some of the human styled clothing given for her cubs. With a small grin she pulled the fabrics out. Two days after the birth of her cubs, two ministers and the Queen had come over to congratulate Sylvia on her new offspring. Their gifts were these new clothing, cradles for her cubs, special ointments, and tonics for Sylvia. The clothing gifted for the young charr looked ridiculous and too "nice". One of the male outfits was of a miniature suit that looked like it had been tailored for a rather large human house cat. Of course, Sylvia had not wanted to offend her guest, so she allowed their servants to dress her cubs in their outfits for that day.

The clothing brought a flashback to some of the scary stories she had been told by her primus about humans kidnapping naughty cubs in the night and making them wear silly clothing like one of their house cats. This made Sylvia chuckle a bit, knowing that she could torment her cubs and threaten them with the outfits as punishment when they became older. After wrestling Sid and Darma into their "human" clothing, Sylvia tried to get Roderick into his. She sighed after accepting that Roderick was just too large for his fancy suit and dressed him in his typical charr loin cloth.

Once the cubs were dressed, Sylvia turned back to the wardrobe, looking for something to wear for herself. The mirror on the inside of the door caught Sylvia's attention as it reflected her body. The body in the mirror looked like the one she had pre-pregnancy, though with a bit wider hips. Taking a moment to inspect her fur-covered body for problems, she checked that each teat was dry of milk and infection-free. Then Sylvia pulled a stool over and sat open-legged as she examined her neither regions, using her claw to probe for the stitches and to check for any infections from her birthing wounds. Sylvia pulled a slimy claw out after feeling around and saw no blood nor smelt any foul stench of infection from the stitching inside. As a matter of fact, Sylvia could not feel any of the stitching Quurt had done. Quurt had claimed that after a few weeks of the operation the stitching would dissolve when the tissue had healed fully. A small smile came to her face knowing that she could now partake in some "personal" indulgences without fear of ripping the wounds open.

Sylvia threw on a simple shirt and pants with a pair of old boots and carried her cubs to Xaver's place to be watched over for that evening. The cubs squeed in delight at the sight of Xaver, each cub fighting over who would be picked up first by him.

"Evening Sylvia, your cubs seem rather energetic today. Also why are they are wearing their fancy clothing from the ministers?" asked Xaver, trying to help Sylvia with the furry handful. Xaver managed to hold onto two cubs, Sid and Darma.

"No reason, I just wanted a good chuckle at their expense since I would be in a rather boring meeting today," said Sylvia, holding Roderick in her arms. "Well, except for this trouble maker, he has grown much bigger and faster than the others and has out grown his outfit already," continued Sylvia, the cub squirming in her arms.

"Well I know a good tailor and he owes me a favor for getting his son out of some trouble, I could take him for a fitting along with the others if they need adjustments," Xavaer informed as he managed to get a cubs under each arm. Sylvia smiled, flashing a toothy grin

"I don't know who is going to be more grumpy, the cubs or the tailor."

Sylvia then returned to her condo and prepared a hot bath to clean and better present herself before the ministers of Kryta. She knew humans care more about personal hygiene then charr, and Sylvia was not about to lose most of her hard work charming the ministers by being filthy. Once the boiling water was poured into the tub, Sylvia grabbed a clean set of towels and her favorite brush. As Sylvia started to lay in the warm water, a tingling sensation formed in her abdomen. Sylvia gasped as the sensation quickly spread from the center of abdomen to the very edges of her neither folds. Then the warmth turned into a roaring heat, centering right in her very crotch.

"Uhhhg! Oh... Wow, I... I... I'v gone into heat. uhhhhgggg... I don't... don't remember it being this intense... or so soon..." gasped Sylvia as she subconsciously let her paw stroke her warm pussy in the tub. Standing up from the tub and pulling her paw away from her crotch, she saw that it was covered in a clear strands of sticky slime smelling of sweet musk, a signal that she was ready to mate. "This.. this is... Ugghh! Not good... The heat... Ugh.. it burns..." moaned Sylvia as she climbed out of the tub and up the stairs, her fur dripping wet while her pussy slowly covered her crotch with the sweet-smelling slime.

It took a few moments for Sylvia to find a small box labeled with norn runes. Inside there were five small egg-shaped stones, each lightly etched with a rune and each slightly smaller than her fist. The small stones emitted a cooling sensation in her paw, the objects a gift from Quurt to help ease any pain or fevers she or her cubs might have. Sylvia gasped and grunted as she took the box down the stairs, her heat intensified, more of her slime dripping from the hot, swollen pussy onto the floor.

Sylvia lowered herself back into the warm bath water and the feeling of relaxed bliss washed over her. Reaching out of the tub, Sylvia opened the box and pulled out one of the five stones. With the icy rune in her right paw, she submerged it and slowly rubbed its cool, round surface against her hot, swollen gash. The water and slime helped lubricate the stone as it slid effortlessly across her crotch, bringing a cooling relief to her and her now swollen folds. Ever so slowly, she worked the stone deeper and deeper into her passageway, cooling it along the way. Before long, she managed to fit the whole stone deep within her, thanks in part to the slime and her recent birthing, which had stretched her tunnel wide. Sylvia purred deeply feeling the girth of the stone inside her and its wondrous cooling properties. She attempted to push it deeper in the effort to get to the heart of her heat, but was unable to reach the rune stone with just her claws alone so she tried a different approach. Sylvia managed to move the stone up and down with her muscles contracting and expanding, forcing the stone deeper inside of her.

It did not take long to for her to orgasm, pushing the stone deep within herself with a sudden clenching pain as it passed into her womb. Huffing and puffing, Sylvia recovered from her orgasm and felt that her heat had slightly diminished. Puzzled that she could no longer feel the stone inside her tunnel, she looked around the tub's bottom to see if it fell out. After being unable to find the stone in the tub, Sylvia stood up to see if it was ejected out of the tub and onto the floor. The cooled heat started back up again, forcing Sylvia back into the tub to draw a second stone from the box.

Once again, Sylvia used the stone to cool herself off and repeated the same method of moving the stone inside her. The second orgasm forced the second stone inside her womb as well, adding to the cooling of her unbearable heat. After coming down from the orgasm the stone was once again lost. Sylvia stood up out of the water and felt a weird shifting sensation inside her, but paid it no heed. Perplexed by the loss of the second stone and her still-ongoing heat, Sylvia removed a third from the box.

Sylvia passed the stone deep inside of her, but this time she used her brush handle to plug her passage up. Once the stone was secured she started the process of moving it up and down in her passage. Reaching her third orgasm of the day and pushing the brush handle deep inside of her, the stone passed into her womb. Once Sylvia calmed down, she inspected the brush handle, lodged deep inside of her. She could suddenly feel a slight pressure from inside her belly and that her heat had considerably cooled down to being almost nonexistent. Using the brush handle to probe for the stone, she pressed as deep as she could. Still not finding the lost stone, she stood and removed the brush. Upon standing, the shifting sensation happened again but much more noticeably, giving a clue to where the stones might have gone.

After drying herself off, Sylvia poked a small, hard bulge in her belly where the stones were sitting. Normally she would have been panicking but the stones were cooling her "hot oven" for the moment, which was she needed. Her feminine lips still oozed slime from being in heat but at a much slower pace than before, and a simple rag plug did the trick to stop the gushing. Unsure how the stones would affect her, she walked and then sat, watching how her belly shifted to accommodate her new load. Satisfied that the stones would not suddenly come loose during the day and that the slight bulge was easily hidden underneath her clothing, she headed off to the Chamber of Ministers with the shifting load of stones inside her.

"At least with these I won't be grinding with any table legs while moaning like a wounded animal," said Sylvia as she walked out her front door with a slight kink in her step and a much cooler belly.

Chapter Two

When Sylvia had first started as an ambassador she had stood at the meeting table, foregoing the high-backed chair of her office. The reason for this was that the seat was too low (causing her to sit with her knees almost past her mid-section,) it had no place for her tail, as a whole, was in no way able to fit her large frame easily, what with the arm rests and all. It had not been until her second meeting that the Ministers brought in a chair with a seat tall and accommodating enough for her frame and tail. Taking a seat in her personal chair, she could feel the stones move around as she displaced them, making her belly bulge a bit more than normal but still hidden from view.

The meeting started rather boringly as Sylvia was forced to listen to the norn emissary go on about drinking ale, punching something in the face, more drinking of ale, epic moots that lasted for weeks, and even more wanton violence. The asura emissary was next and kept talking on and on about things Sylvia had never heard of until she had almost fallen asleep, only to be woken by the pounding of Minister Caudecus's gavel and his loud voice.

"Yes, we get the point! Golems, lots of golems used to highlight the asuran achievements, dressed up as heroes. Now could you kindly leave the floor so the other might have a chance to speak?" the annoyed minister boomed.

A lunch recess was called and everyone filed out, looking for something to eat. Walking to her favorite meat vendor for lunch, Sylvia could feel the stones churn inside with each step, allowing her estrus to be kept under control for the time being.

"Ho, Sylvia! How goes the meeting? Any word yet on what's going to be in this festival?" asked Bart, her favorite meat seller.

"Nothing much other then drinking, punching stuff, and golems, maybe all three at the same time," replied a famished Sylvia.

"Well let me tell you, missed some excitement not too long ago, some norn fella was trying to make a move on a few women. Only thing was, he was completely butt-naked save for his tattoos. The Seraph chased him off as he fled down some alley ways. I don't know no woman that could take a sausage like his, must be a norn thing. Crazy bastards," Bart went on as he was wrapping up Sylvia's spicy meat sticks.

"Well if he tries anything fancy around me, I know just the thing to get him moving..." Sylvia said as she bit the spicy meat stick in half proving her point.

Walking back up to the ministers chambers, the stones were starting to weigh Sylvia down more than ever. The charr, tired and full from her lunch, took a seat in her chair, letting her belly bulge forth.

"I see you had a very filling lunch," said Minister Wi as he approached Sylvia.

"Ha! I decided to pack away some extra food just in case that sylvari emissary decides to out-talk the last," replied Sylvia with a grin as she pat her belly.

"True words, and I hope for your sake you're not right in your prediction or we might all go starving mad" chuckled Wi.

As the sylvari emissary talked on Sylvia felt the coolness start to recede along with the return of burning heat and the urge to hump the nearest object. It seemed the stones cooling power was no match for the full-blown "Charr Blast Furnace" that was her heat; maybe if she managed to use the other two stones they would do the trick and cool her down all the way. Sylvia noticed that the emissary was locking eye contact with her as she was talking ever so often. Even during the morning session the sylvari seemed to of shown a interested in Sylvia and kept staring at her. Sylvia found it hard reading the sylvari's facial expressions, she didn't know if there just imitating something or misconstruing an emotion.

Once the emissary took her seat Sylvia stood, only glancing down at her notes briefly. "What I propose is simple, something that most of us can get behind. We call forth all the best fighters of Tyria to fight in a gauntlet and the winner gets a small part of the winnings of bets. Then, to make things even more fun, place them in arenas suspended with a trapdoor which sends both combatants into haystack or something. Give them a reason to end the fight quickly and to really make them go at it. Personally I would put it over a pit of lava, weed out the bad fighters or the ones who like to show off to much," Sylvia said with a smile.

The meeting was quickly adjourned with a closing statement that the ministers would see to it that an event encompasses all the thoughts that had been brought before them. As Sylvia was leaving, she looked for the sylvari emissary who had seemed fixated on her throughout the whole meeting. Unable to find the walking tree, she quickly left to deal with the sudden flair up of heat roaring in her pants. Rounding a corner, she ran into a person. Half-muttering an apology and curse, she picked up the person she knocked over with her large paws. The person happened to be that sylvari from the meeting.

"What your problem? Is there something so wrong with me that you had to stare a hole into me all during the meeting?" growled Sylvia.

"My apologies, miss, it's just that you were giving off a fragrance that I could not ignore. It was like that of a newly-blossomed flower ready for bees-"

"Look here, I don't know what you're going on about but if you don't stop-"

"My name is Theia Silverleaf, and I must know what is producing such a sweet smell," she exclaimed, beginning to sniff Sylvia. At that moment the charr doubled over, her estrus kicking into overdrive. Sylvia needed something-anything-stuffed into her hot, swollen, slimy pussy, and she maybe knew how she could solve that small problem.

"You okay? Should I get a..." Theia trailed off as she tried to offer help.

"Yes, and you really, ughrugh... want to know what the smell is?" answered Sylvia. "I hope you like getting messy because you're going to help me work off this heat." Sylvia grabbed the sylvari by the shoulder, marching her into an empty, unlocked storage room. "First off... ugh... I am in heat. Second, I need you to help... ahhh... alleviate some 'steam' that's... that's... been building up. Third, don't tell anyone what you are about to help me with. Okay?" Sylvia removed her pants and undergarments.

"Ah so that's why it seems so familiar, I encountered a wolf once in heat and it smelled almost-" Theia was kept from finishing her thought.

"Have you ever serviced a person before? Do sylvari even..." Sylvia said before kneeling to the floor, causing the stones to shift and her slit's juices to ooze past the rag.

"We don't reproduce like normal people, but I will try my best. What would you like me to do?" replied Theia.

Sylvia removed the soaked rag from her pussy and handed to Theia, who quickly sniffed it and placed it within her pouch.

"Why not put those chatty lips to use and help suck out all this juice," Sylvia said as she sat on an over-turned bucket, presenting herself. Theia complied, getting on her hands and knees to lap up the sweet honey that poured forth from the charr. As Theia went to work on the leaking hole, Sylvia removed her shirt and slowly massaged her swollen teats that where filling up with milk. The sylvari eagerly lapped up all the juices gushing out of Sylvia's gash and started using her tongue to remove the juices from the inside. Sylvia let out a moan then a half-purr, half-growl as Theia expertly hit all the spots inside of Sylvia with her smooth, wooden tongue. Just as Theia was about finished, Sylvia had a massive orgasm and plastered hot honey all over Theia's face while some of her milk filled teats released some of their milk into the air. The sylvari instinctively pulled back her head and grabbed a bottle from a pouch on her side. She filled the small bottle up with the ooze dripping from both the charr and her face. Using an offered handkerchief from Theia, Sylvia wiped down her crotch and stuffed it into her hole to prevent any more seepage from her cleaned folds.

"Thanks, I really needed that. Hopefully it tides me over till I get back to my place," said Sylvia as she started putting on her clothing.

"This could make a great perfume once I refine it, thanks for letting me have some," replied Theia as she placed the vial of ooze into her pouch along with the earlier rag. With that, Sylvia made her way home for a quick stop before picking up the cubs at Xaver's.

Sylvia opened the box of stones and quickly inserted one into her freshly-lubed passageway. The icy runestone quickly cooled her down as she attempted to push it into her womb. With aid of the earlier brush and a well-timed orgasm, she managed to push the stone in with the others. She could definitely feel the stones push against her womb walls then, making her look almost pregnant again. The heat was almost completely cooled off, and one more stone would do the trick for her. Unsure if there was any more room, Sylvia inserted the final stone with great difficulty. The stones ceased to shift, completely filling the charr up and showing a lump where her cubs had resided not too long ago. With her heat completely quenched for the moment, Sylvia put on her most baggy shirt and pants to hide the now bulging belly and made her way to Xaver's home.

Chapter Three

The reflection of the setting sun and the lighting of lanterns followed Sylvia as she made her way to Xaver's home. As she walked down the familiar road, she thought about the actions of the day. Up until then she was not worried about the stones that resided inside her, but after spending a whole day carrying them she wondered when or how they might come out. Discreetly, Sylvia prodded and pushed her belly, trying to see if the stones would be dislodged but alas they did not move. If anything, the prodding and pushing confirmed that she was absolutely stuffed. Sylvia sighed, knowing she might have to talk with Quurt about her slight problem.

Upon arriving at Xaver's home, Sylvia could hear the high-pitch squeals from one of her cubs and Xaver making unintelligible noises to them. She rang the small brass bell hanging outside the door to let him know that she is here. A moment or two passed and the door opened, showing a smiling Xaver.

"I was wondering when you were coming back, was about to enroll them in the 'Divinity's Reach's Fanciest Cat Competition' and see if they win anything," jested Xaver as he let her in.

"They're charr and charr are not 'cute, cuddly, fluffy, or fancy,' need I remind you? I only dressed them up because I needed a good chuckle at the time," growled Sylvia.

Xaver helped Sylvia walk back to her place with her cubs after having a small chat as to the day's events, minus a few personal parts. At the mention of the nude norn from Bart, Xaver mentioned that he saw that very norn get chased through the district around midday, showing off his norn-hood for all to see. Once they reached Sylvia's condo, Xaver offered to help put the cubs to bed and to read them a story once they were finished with their dinner. Upon sitting down in her kitchen, Sylvia removed her shirt for ease of feeding, forgetting that it was hiding the bulge.

"Um, how many of the meat sticks did you eat again, Sylvia? It seems you ate the whole cart worth," Xaver poked her bulge.

"I have a bit of a confession to make, and it's not what you think it is," replied Sylvia as she was feeding her cubs. "Once every two - and sometimes three - months, we happen to go into heat, it just so happens I went into heat today," explained Sylvia as she shifted Roderick to a new swollen teat after emptying the first one. "Now Quurt left me some norn icy runestones in case of post-birth aches or fevers, so I used them. Maybe not as directed..."

"Wait, so you're still in heat now? You sure don't look like it," replied a shocked Xaver.

"Well the icy runestones helped, it's just they happen to of gotten stuck..." said Sylvia, visibly blushing.

"Stuck how... wait... There not there, are they?" gasped Xaver.

"I am afraid so, I guess with my recent birthing and heat they just kind of slide right in. They do help keep the heat from overcoming me and ripping off your clothing to get at your manhood," said Sylvia, shifting the cubs to her last three milk-filled teats.

"How many are in there? And are you able to remove them? Should I get Quurt to come by and help?" questioned Xaver.

"Hold up on the questions. There's five stone inside me and I do think I might need Quurts help, but right now I need your help in holding the cubs as I make us dinner," said Sylvia, passing the cubs over to him.

After dinner Xaver was able to put the cubs to sleep, be it through his story or mesmer magic, Sylvia could never tell. Once the cubs were fast asleep the two moved to Sylvia's office across the hallway to talk more about her predicament.

"I didn't know what happened till after the third one vanished. They were a bit smaller then my fist and they're doing a good job cooling my heat at the time," said Sylvia as she moved some papers and items off a couch.

"You said they were norn runestones, normally norn don't make things that 'practical' or at least I never seen an item make for 'practical' purposes from a norn. There probably something else and Quurt never looked into what they were," said Xaver, sitting on the cleaned couch.

"Well regardless, I am fine to have them inside me for the next few days till my heat passes over since they're not too bothersome. I got some work to do tomorrow and I can't be moaning and gushing like a fountain out in public as I hump every lamp post or statue," Sylvia replied with a smile. As Sylvia was turning to put down a stack of paperwork, Xaver came up behind her, wrapping one arm around her as the other slid under her shirt, rubbing her stiff, bulging belly. "I bet you haven't unwound since the birth of your cubs. Why don't we have a bit of fun before we retire for the night," asked Xaver, rubbing Sylvia's belly in a pleasing manner.

"Where? The cubs are sleeping in my room and there is-" started Sylvia.

"Why not here? You do have a couch, why not use it? I think it will hold up to us making love," said Xaver in a sly tone, guiding Sylvia to the couch. Sylvia could feel her body wanting it, the dormant heat in her loins rekindling into a raging inferno. Sylvia turned to Xaver, causing his hand to twist and dive into her pants to stroke her folds.

"I... I... let me at least remove my pants if you want to start," Sylvia said with a snap.

Their clothing sitting in a pile, once long-sworn racial enemies yet now friends stood before each other with nothing but skin, fur, hair, and horns. Xaver snapped his fingers and an illusionary clone appeared standing nearby, awaiting orders from his creator.

"Why don't you lay on the couch, Sylvia, and my clone can service you from above and I can service you from below," said Xaver, shifting forms to that of his charr persona. Syvlia complied and stretched across the couch, letting her foot-paws dangle off the side, showing off the hill of a belly that the stones resided in along with her oozing raw gash. The human clone climbed on top of Sylvia, resting just above her belly, allowing clear access to his member. Xaver, now newly charr, teased her folds with his barbed member as he held her legs off the floor. Sylvia reached up and grabbed the Xaver clone's plush ass with her paws and plunged her maw onto his member.

Sylvia, was wet with anticipation and eager to plunge the barbed cock of Xaver into her folds. She wrapped her legs around his charr body and pulled it hard into her crotch. Xaver, caught by surprise, pushed his member deep into Sylvia's folds, feeling his tip bump against the far end of her passage. Sylvia's rough tongue wrapped around the clone's rod, coxing it forth to climax. Xaver's tail curled around Sylvia's as he slowly pulled out to thrust in, dragging his spines along the ridges inside Sylvia's slick, hot pussy. The heat inside her started to build up, causing her to suck hard and deep on the clone's cock while trying to hump Xaver faster as she started to near her climax. With each thrust, Sylvia's belly wobbled up and down, smacking into the clone's behind and Xaver's flat chest. Then with a grunt and deep thrust from Xaver and his clone, Sylvia could feel a spreading warmth as she was filled with his seed. It was short-lived with a slight salty taste that faded along with its maker as the illusion shattered into a thousand pieces of light.

Xaver for a full twenty seconds did not move, cock still buried deep in Sylvia, shooting his seed in mesured pulses. The warmth spread throughout her crotch and only started to cool as he pulled out, letting his seed spill forth onto the ground. In a weird sense of relief, Sylvia could tell that her body was still in heat, signaling that it was still looking for a suitable mate and had not become pregnant with Xaver's cub. Sitting up at the edge of the couch, showing off the bump of stones inside her, Sylvia took a claw to her leaking hole and used it to remove some of the spent seed, bringing it to her maw and licking it clean to taste the mixture of sweet heat and slick saltiness.

"Oh dear, you seemed to of made quite a mess inside me, I do hope you will be willing to help clean up," Sylvia flashed a grinning smile to Xaver.

Chapter Four

Sylvia woke to the sound of mewing cubs hungry for milk, and a slightly warm and damp crotch, still leaking seed from that evening's adventure. Once Sylvia sat up and got out of bed, a glob of half-congealed seed dropped out of her passageway and onto the floor, making a loud, plopping sound.

"Ugh... Must of missed some after cleaning up and now I got even more of a mess to clean up. I really hope there's no more, because I don't want to spend the day cleaning up after myself as I leave bits of seed everywhere," said Sylvia to no one in particular. Gently picking up each of her cubs, she took them back to her bed and fed them breakfast. Once the cubs were done, she placed them back in their beds and went to the linen closet for a clean change of sheets for her bed.

After changing the bed, Sylvia inspected herself in the mirror, admiring her swollen belly that's stretched tight like a drum from the stones inside. Once again it seemed she would have to endure another day of her estrus, thankfully lessened with the runestones. With that she picked out some clothing that was baggy and large enough to discreetly hide her bulging belly. No need to make people think she was pregnant again, like some kind of wild beast that couldn't stop mating. Once dressed, Syliva headed to her office across the hall to send a letter to Quurt in helping her with a problem that she needed his "expertise" in. After the letter was sent, Sylvia headed downstairs to prepare breakfast and some hot water for a quick bath.

Sometime after breakfast there was a knock at Sylvia's door. Wondering who it could be, Sylvia walked over to the door and cracked it open. Standing at her door was Xaver and a young woman in a blue robe - one traditionally worn by the worshippers of Dwayna. Opening the door all the way, Sylvia greeted Xaver while glaring at the woman as she walked in.

"Good morning Syliva, I hope you don't mind that I stopped by bringing a friend. Her name is-"Xaver began his introduction.

"Jones, Rebecca Jones. I was asked to assist you in watching over your cubs while you're away doing your duties," Rebecca cut in.

"What's the meaning of this? What makes you think I need help watching my cubs, I got two perfectly good eyes, two arms, and six fully-function teats. I don't need any help taking care of them," Sylvia said with a low, threatening voice, glaring at Xaver.

"I can't keep watching the cubs every time you have to work Sylvia. Plus I have to head to Lion's Arch today to seal a business agreement with a trader there, so I won't be able to watch your cubs for today," replied Xaver with a crestfallen face. "Plus Rebecca is a close friend who owed me a small favor, just give her a chance" he continued.

"I will only accept this, but only because I trust you, Xaver. But she better not dress my cubs in any silly outfits while I am away," Sylvia said with a bit of a growl.

Sylvia lead the two up stairs to her room to show Rebecca the cubs she was to look after. Rebecca's face changed from a stone-cold scowl to a bright and stupidly-large smile upon seeing Sylvia's litter of cubs. Sylvia shook her head at the absurdity of seeing a human, who had in one moment looked tough and mean, melted upon seeing her cubs.

"I never thought something so cute could come from something so... so..." Rebecca trailed off as she scratched the cubs behind the ears.

"Ferocious," Sylvia finished the human's sentence, watching her as she pinched the cubs' ears. "My cubs are not cute, charr are not too called 'cute.' They're warriors to the High Legions, born to hunt and kill. Not something you should cuddle, though they would look a bit more ferocious once the horns grow in.

"They're almost like leopard and tiger cubs, except for the extra pair of ears. And their paws are just adorable on their tiny bodies!" continued Rebecca.

Sylvia sighed."If only we known that humans would go soft around our cubs, we would of won the war sooner," she said through her paw.

After showing Rebeeca all the things needed to care for her cubs, Sylvia said goodbye to each of them and Xaver and then walked out into the bright light of the early morning. It took Sylvia all morning to get all her chores done in the city; tired from walking all over the place, and with the load in her belly, Sylvia headed over to her favorite tavern. As she was walking down the road, the stones inside her shifted and her heat started flaring up. Quickly slipping into a side alley, Sylvia checked to see if anyone was watching and, once satisfied that she was alone, leaned into the wall with her left paw. Syliva used her free paw to pleasure herself while the left paw braced her against the wall, all the while softly moaning with each stroke of her clawed fingers. Unbeknown to Sylvia, a large shadow crept over to her as she was desperately trying to cure her craving for cock.

"You like some help with that? I am great at satisfying females who are in need," replied the large shadow behind Sylvia. Startled, Sylvia fell backwards, landing on her tail with a slimy hand thrown out in front of her.

"Oof, who... who are you?" replied Sylvia to the large man in front of her.

"The name's Bejölnir, norn of legendary pleasure and filler of seed. I never met a woman who could refuse what I have to offer, nor met a woman who could handle my art and craft without passing out," spoke the tall norn. Sylvia looked up at him, who was wearing nothing more than some iron bracers and pair of short bear-fur pants.

"Wait, are you that norn who the Seraph are looking for?" inquired Sylvia, wincing at the heat was building up inside of her.

"Yes, unfortunately I was caught and fined for indecent exposure and forced to wear something to hide the 'Legend.' But it seems to me you would like to experience said 'Legend,' or are at least in need of some relief that it can provide," said Bejölnir with a grin and an outstretched hand. Sylvia was in no real position to say no - her body wanted to fuck and it didn't care what it took to satisfy the hunger.

"Look, I don't... uhhh... need any hel... ahhhp. Oh burn it, you think you can put out this fire..." Sylvia said with a hint of embarrassment and a slight moan.

Bejölnir and Sylvia arrived at the Dirty Dog Tavern, a small building that served cheap ale and private rooms for rent. Sylvia paid for one of the rooms farthest from the common room and three flagons of ale. Once inside, Bejölnir downed his two ales in two mighty gulps as Sylvia drank half of hers and striped before the norn.

"Oh, I did not know you were partaking of Owl's reverence with hatchlings. I am afraid that I might-" Bejölnir tried to apologize with wide eyes.

"No cubs, just the heat that I tried to solve and failed. I am still very much in need of your services, Bejölnir," interrupted Sylvia.

"Well in that case let's make this something the skaalds will talk about for many months," Bejölnir said as he dropped the fur pants, exposing his "legend."

"Might be a bit big for me, let me warm you up and prepare the legend for its epic journey into the valley of no return," said Sylvia as she sat the norn down in a chair and kneeled before his member, preparing to engulf it. Gently taking Bejölnir's member in her maw it nearly made her gag from the girth alone.

"By Snow Leopard's larcenous tongue, this is one of the best things I have felt done to my legend in ages!" gasped Bejölnir. With her left paw Sylvia played with her slimy folds, while with her right paw she played with Bejölnir's great orbs that hung below his legend.

It took awhile before Sylvia could feel Bejölnir reaching his climax, and in the mean time a small pool of slime had gathered underneath her folds from her heat. Upon releasing Bejölnir's member from her maw, Sylvia got up and positioned herself over his massive shaft and then slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing member while facing him on the chair.

"Urrrg, it's going to be a tight fit. I don't know if I could take the whole thing," grunted Sylvia as she pushed the slimy member into her, very slowly. With some grinding and short thrusts, Sylvia managed to get three-fourths of his member inside of her before she could not proceed any farther. "Sorry, it's.. it's.. it's gone as far as I can take it," Sylvia said between moments of moaning and gasping.

"I think I can arrange to get the last bit, prepare yourself for the thrust of Bear," said Bejölnir, panting.

"Wait, I don't think we should force-" Sylvia was drowned out by a ferocious roar from Bejölnir. Before Sylvia's eyes, Bejölnir transformed into his animal sprit. Then, with a mighty thrust, he took Sylvia to the hilt, stretching her to her limits. Sylvia screamed in pleasure from the feeling of being filled with Bejölnir's massive ursine rod. Taking a moment to look down at the damage to her impaled neathers, Sylvia could not believe the size of Bejölnir's balls - they where the largest pair she had ever seen.

In a matter of moments, Sylvia was lost to the bliss of the norn plowing her fertile folds. Then came the final thrust, pushing deep into her, filling every part of being. If that was not enough, Sylvia could feel herself being stuffed with his warm seed. The pressure of fluids was building up inside, pouring into her belly to where the stones were resting, visibly pushing her large belly a bit farther out. With the tightening of the skin on her chest, Sylvia's teats were forced to expel their milk, spraying Bejölnir. He was still pumping Sylvia full of seed as it started to leak out, pooling the juices below. With a small "pop," Bejölnir's shaft pulled out of Sylvia and a gush of spent seed poured out, covering their legs and crotches.

"Not many can stand up to the legend like you could, maybe I should try charr more often," gasped Bejölnir in-between breaths, then passing out, slumped in the chair, still at half-mast in bear form. Sylvia fully dismounted from Bejölnir and saw her milk-covered belly shrink as his seed flowed out and onto the floor. "And here I thought I could not get any more full, you come and stuff me up and make me waste my cubs' milk," said Sylvia, using one paw to assist in the draining of his seed and the other to push down on her belly to remove as much of the stored fluids inside as she could. The heat inside her was rapidly cooling down, but not in the normal way; it was as if the stones inside her were getting colder, much colder.

Using Bejölnir's fur pants, Sylvia cleaned herself as best she could and plugged her leaking hole with some of the fur. Fully dressed, Sylvia took a final swig of ale from her stein and looked at the sleeping norn, covered with fluids.

"I guess he was really hung like a bear..." Sylvia said with a smile as she walked out of the room.

Chapter Five

Sylvia arrived home tired, aching, and leaking from the pounding she had had with Bejölnir. Then, to top it all off, her fur was matted and smelling of sex and now sour milk. The coolness in her belly continued on, and with an occasional spike of a sharp chill when the stones shifted inside her, almost responding to the seed. Outside by the door, the groceries and clothing that she had picked up at the market were stacked and ready to be brought inside. With a heave, Sylvia walked in with the crates in-hand and could see the priestess playing with the cubs in the small sitting room. Rebecca had a ribbon in one hand, holding it above the cubs and provoking them into trying to swat the ribbon out of the air. Sighing at the sight she saw, Sylvia wondered how far she had fallen to let a human play with her cub like they were ordinary kittens.

"Do all humans tease their cubs with ribbons and strings? Or maybe you use something closer, like bananas," Sylvia grunted as she brought the crates of goods in.

"My apologies, it's just they're so cute and cat-like with their tiny paws and cute little ears. I could just dress them up, just like Chauncey Von Snuffles and they could win the fanciest cat award," Rebecca responded, scratching behind Roderick's ears.

"Humans, always finding the most impractical things in life and focusing on form over function." Sylvia dropped the crates of supplies from the market on the table.

The supplies were all accounted for and put away for later use, and then Sylvia started to draw some hot bath water to wash away the deeds done earlier in the day. As the water was heating up, Sylvia heard a small knock on her door. At the door was the asuran doctor, Quurt, with his small bag in-hand.

"Evening Sylvia, you said there was a urgent matter that you needed my services with?" Quurt asked as he let himself in passing under Sylvia's arm. Closing the door, Sylvia removed her shirt, exposing the bulge that was her belly. "Oh! By the eternal alchemy, you're pregnant? So soon and so far along?" gasped Quurt as he put his hand to her belly.

"No, I am not with any more cubs and I know because I am still in heat at the moment," replied Sylvia. At hearing a conversation, Rebecca looked over to Sylvia from the sitting room.

Rebecca has seen only a few Charr and never any as nude as Sylvia was at the moment. For some reason this stirred inside her an urge that she never felt before. Rebecca was dazzled at how flat a Charrs chest was and how glossy and silky her fur looked. As Rebecca was scanning Sylvia she notice the chubbiness of her lower belly and a deep urge to rub it like a cats belly. Safely tucking the cubs in there cradles, Rebecca walks over to Sylvia and the Asura.

Sylvia had just finished explaining why her belly was distended when Rebecca walked up.

"Who is the asura, a friend of yours?" Rebecca inquired, looking down to the doctor.

"He is the doctor that helped deliver my cubs a month ago, his name is Quurt and he is here to help me with a slight problem," replied Sylvia, turning to Rebeeca.

"And quite a problem that is you have, Sylvia. The 'stones' were not to be used for long periods of time. They were to be used externally and never internally, and never did I think they were meant to be used the way you used them. Thankfully I have a few solutions but none of them pleasant I am afraid," replied Quurt with a somber voice.

"What if I leave them inside me then? I could get used to the feeling and they do help keep my heat under control," spoke a slightly concerned Sylvia.

"They're going to come out Sylvia, because they're not stones but sealed drake eggs which where awoken inside of you," said Quurt punctuating his point with a finger poking her belly.

Sylvia was stunned. She was carrying drake eggs inside her this whole time and did not even know it. A thousand things were running through her mind but she was sharply bought back to reality by a sharp, painful chill that emanated from her insides.

"Please hear me out and we can get through this with the least amount of pain, I hope," assured Quurt, putting his warm hand again on Sylvia's cold, chubby belly.

"What are these solutions then?" inquired Sylvia, holding a paw to her back to ease the pain a bit.

"The easiest and fastest way, with the least amount of pain is to cut you open and surgically remove the eggs. But the operation could render you infertile and leave a large scar where the eggs were removed. The second solution is to pass them as if you're birthing them, which is the slowest and possibly the most painful way of removing them but would leave your fertility intact and hopefully no scars. The choice is yours, the sooner you get the eggs out the better," explained Quurt.

Sylvia was deep in thought, trying to decide which solution she should go with, when Rebecca chimed in.

"I know this does not concern me but I would like to offer my help, both as a priestess of Dwayna and as a friend. What can I do to help?" she said. Sylvia thought for a moment and then got an idea, a grin starting to spread across her maw to show her fangs.

"Quurt what does the birthing option entail? Is it induced or natural?" Sylvia questioned.

"Well I can induce some contractions and trick your body into labor but I only got it to work when the body is in a highly active state. Otherwise I can try to push them out from the outside but that might not work so well. You have something in mind Sylvia?" replied Quurt.

"Rebecca have you ever pleasured a female charr before?" Sylvia said, looking right at Rebecca with a giant grin.

Rebecca could not believe what she was about to do. It was so wrong but at the same time felt so right for all the wrong reason. Here she was completely naked standing in front of a large female Charr who is similarly nude with fur. She could not understand why she felt so comfortable and so drawn to Sylvia's feline shape, like she wanted to pet and stroke her while playing with her tail. The way her fur was pattern was laid out and the soft fluffy tail swooshing back and forth, then the cute feline face and ears just turned her "On". Rebecca noticed that Sylvia's crotch and hips where matted with some sort of substance but wrote it off as the effects of her heat and that of her current predicament with the eggs. To Rebecca it was simple and yet strange plan, she had to make Sylvia orgasm.

Sylvia removed the plug from inside her, spilling forth the remainder of Bejölnir's seed. She stepped into the tub and lied on her back. When Sylvia was ready, Rebecca got in, facing toward the charr. This, too, was a new experience for Sylvia, and she wondered what the two lumps on the human's chest looked like without the clothing. Surprisingly, the lumps where far squishier then she had thought, as they deformed when Rebecca laid them upon Sylvia's own, flat chest. Then without much warning, Rebecca started to stoke the base of Sylvia's tail and moved slowly to the charr's open folds. Quurt looked on in amazement, while standing by with a small syringe filled with a greenish liquid, ready to inject Sylvia once she hit her peek activity level.

Sylvia could see that Rebecca deeply inhaling her heat soaked musk and holding her tighter. Moving her right hand to be tucked in behind Sylvia, Rebecca stroked the charr's tail-base and slowly moved to Sylvia's waiting pussy. Using one finger to explore the depths of Sylvia's slick folds, while with her palm rubbing a small bump that was her button, Rebecca quickly sent Sylvia into pure pleasure. In turn, Sylvia tried the same thing with her paw and claws, causing the human to buck back and forth and plunging the claw deeper. It didn't take long before the water churned with feminine juices, spent seed, and both girls' moaning. Rebecca every so often tried to grind their two slits together with some success. Sylvia then brought her free paw up and tried to squeeze Rebecca's boobs between thrusts, marveling at how soft they were. As both girls neared completion, Sylvia's teats started leaking sweet milk, which Rebecca happily sucked on. Then, right as both reached their climax, Quurt injected Sylvia with the inducing agent.

Within a moment, Sylvia's womb started to tighten and the painful contractions started only to be soothed by Rebecca's fingers. Sylvia could feel the cold, hard eggs being pushed along with globs of seed, all the while with some mild pain from her folds. Rebecca kept rubbing the charr's button, making Sylvia orgasm to help push the eggs out into the dirty tub water. At the same time, Sylvia's clawed finger slipped into Rebecca, causing her to also experience an orgasm with each egg push. With each egg slipping out, both experienced a climax, spilling forth all their feminine juices into the all-ready tainted water.

Quurt started plucking the eggs from the dirty bath water, inspecting them before putting them away in their case for later incubation. Without the help of the cooling eggs, Sylvia's heat roared back to full force, causing her to grind harder against Rebecca's hand as it tried to pleasure her some more. After five minutes of grinding, Sylvia's heat calmed down and allowed her some time to think without the haze of sex. Never had Sylvia tried to mate with a female before, and she was engaging in sex with none other than a female human. Sylvia took her paw and lightly squeezed one of Rebecca's breasts, feeling the softness of her skin and the squishiness it brought.

"Oh wow, I am exhausted from all that work and never have had something push me like that before. Plus I never thought that a charr would purr, you are like a big lovable furry cat that purrs," Rebecca said as she snuggled into Sylvia's wet chest fur.

"I will let that comment slide for now. Though I think we would need to change out the bathwater if we want to get cleaned up," Sylvia purred out.

Once both Sylvia and Rebecca had cleaned themselves up and put on their clothing, Rebecca said her goodbyes and left, leaving Quurt alone with Sylvia.

"I must say that was fascinating to watch and I was able to update some notes on charr/human compatibility. As for the eggs, if they were left inside you for a few more days they would of hatched and I don't want to think about what could of happened. With some time in a proper incubator they could be sold as pets, probably to some norn. Would you mind if I keep them for study and sell them on your behalf?" asked Quurt, holding out the box of eggs.

"You keep them, as much fun and relief they gave for my heat I don't need them," Sylvia said while cleaning out the tub.

"Gladly, also I do have an experimental estrus-reducing elixir for large felids but I have no idea how it would affect a charr. You're free to try it and if it works let me know and I can make a batch for you whenever you go into your estrus cycle," Quurt said as he dug out a glass vial with a thick, orange syrup inside.

Sylvia quickly gulped down the contents of the vial and felt a cooling sensation as it traveled down her throat and into her stomach. The sensation sat for a while in her upper belly and then spread to the other parts of her, cooling her off as it went. Then she felt her heat fade and her body return to her normal levels of activity.

"Wow, it worked I think. I will take a whole box of these elixirs," Sylvia said with a mighty grin.