"Ugh, hngh! Hah!" Rowan moaned, caught up in the heat. He squirmed on the bed, moving his hips, touching his chest, and rubbing himself over his clothes.
The air also grew thick with pheromones, so potent that Zalyric staggered, pressing the back of his hand that's already smeared with blood to his nose.
"Damn… you're really…" Zalyric frowned as he removed his robe and climbed on top of Rowan. He then spread Rowan's legs with his knees, kissed his neck, and licked it.
"Y-Your Majesty?" Rowan's voice was barely coherent, his eyes unfocused and glassy. When Zalyric leaned over him, Rowan's arms lifted instinctively, reaching for him.
"Yes... it's me." Zalyric's voice was rough and strained. "Forgive me. I wanted to hold back, but if I don't help you now, the heat will only get worse. You understand, don't you?"
Rowan managed a shaky nod with his fingers curling into Zalyric's shirt.
