Primal Urges

>You had been fighting this Rathalos in the Elder’s Recess for some time
>He was almost mocking you, staying just out of reach, only swooping in when you were unprepared.
>You’d fought a lot of these blue ones but this one was extra cheeky
>Where was she?
>She was probably looking for interesting looking bugs or something
>Imagining the look on her face when she finds something interesting would have made you smile had the Rathalos not shot a fireball at you in that instant.
>Barely rolling out of the impact zone in time, your armor got some new scorch marks.
>Just then you heard the telltale shriek.
>You knew what it meant, you’d trained her to do it.
>Quickly, you covered your eyes as you heard her photophores charge up and fire, the Rathalos falling to the earth shortly after.
>You turned around to see her running towards you, a large red beetle in hand.
>She was a Tzitzi, your Tzitzi.
>You’d found her a few years back, shortly after you took down Xeno’jiiva.
>She was just a little thing then, hiding from the Odogaron that had killed her mother.
>She was so terrified, she tried to flash you, her underdeveloped photophores barely making you flinch.
>You took her back to Astera, the Commander pitching a fit.
>He was horrified that you’d try to house an unsedated  monster in the heart of The Commission.
>But the Admiral saw things your way, a monster on our side was an invaluable asset, and the Thirds could monitor her as she grew.
>Over the past couple of years, she became stronger, faster, and smarter.
>Bigger too, obviously.
>Some people saw your closeness to her as a detriment.
>”She is tool, not a pet.”
>They weren’t out there knocking Elder Dragons out of the sky like she was.
>While this current target wasn’t an Elder Dragon, he wasn’t easy either.
>She made him look pathetic with how easily she took him down
>She closed the distance between you, nuzzling you with her armored snout.
>She waved around the beetle in her hand, chirping happily.
>You took it out of her talons like you always do, and placed it into a jar.
>And that jar went into your satchel.
>She let out one last chirp as she turned and returned to her bug hunt.
>You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as you turned back to finish your grounded foe.
>It was late before you returned to Astera.
>Your Tzitzi was acting strange after your fight with the Rathalos.
>She was staying much closer to you, getting visibly upset if you tried to separate.
>She was normally her own girl, even earlier she was.
>You tried to get her to let you in on what was wrong but she was too focused on nuzzling you.
>Hard.
>You’d had problems before when she didn’t realize her own strength but this was different.
>She was constantly rubbing her head on you as you walked.
>Anytime you stopped she’d lick you or lower her head down for you to pet her head.
>She had done stuff like this before but only in the past few weeks, and not nearly as forcefully.
>Was she sick?
>You were both exhausted by the time you got to Astera, but she was still sticking to you.
>Only until you neared your quarters, then she ran ahead, probably excited to go to sleep.
>You took the opportunity to find one of the researchers who had been studying her, and ask him what was going on.
>He was at the canteen, having a drink.
>You sat down next to him, but before you spoke he told you what you wanted to know.
>”She’s in heat, hunter.”
>You were taken aback, you hadn’t said anything about the way she was acting to him in the past.
>The scientist continued to explain that he had been watching you both for several weeks, as he knew this would happen sooner or later.
>He explained it would be in your best interest to take her to the Coral Highlands and let her go, she was more than capable of fending for herself.
>You remembered this conversation.
>You’d had it before.
>When you had first brought her her, the Thirds who looked over her explained that at some point she would have to go be a mother, her instincts would kick in and she would have to be satiated or may become violent.
>You weren’t ready for this.
>Her adorable chirp popped into your head.
>The way she tilted her head and waved her arms excitedly when she showed you a bug she’d found.
>You couldn’t just let her go.
>There had to be another way.
>You demanded the scientist think of another way, a way that didn’t involve you throwing her out like trash.
>He very calmly stated there simply wasn’t one, she had primal needs that could only be met by her own kind.
>You stormed out of the canteen.
>You were gonna be sick.
>The door to your quarters slammed behind you.
>Your Tzitzi was laying on your bed.
>She knew better, she was too big to be up there.
>You didn’t care, and the startled look on her face from the loud slamming of the door made you care even less.
>She could feel your distress and quickly met you halfway to the bed, and began rubbing herself on you while chirping quietly.
>You hugged her tightly and began removing your armor.
>She quickly skipped back over to the bed.
>After several exhausting moments the last hunk of armor fell to the ground.
>You slowly walked over to the wall where your Tzitzi kept her bug collection.
>You added the new jar to the wall.
>Admiring the wall, you let yourself smile as you noted the fact that this was a new addition, she hadn’t caught a Bomb Beetle until now.
>Turning back towards your bed, your face turned as red as the beetle you just placed on the shelf.
>Your Tzitzi was looking over her shoulder at you, her tongue hanging from her maw.
>Her rear was facing you, and her horizontal slit was plump, pink, and readily visible to you.
>She let out a whine and waggled her back end at you.
>The closer you got the more heavily she began breathing.
>Those primal needs the researcher told you about were unavoidable now.
>Even now the thought of letting her go sickened you.
>Sickened you far more than her leaking hole.
>In fact, it was rather alluring.
>You stopped yourself.
>Was this the solution?
>Give her what she wanted?
>You gently ran your finger over her plump opening.
>She closed her eyes and purred, fluid dripping from both ends.
>She was drooling a lot actually.
>Is that what this was though?
>Just giving her what she wanted?
>You kinda wanted this too…
>The look on her face, the noises she made.
>You knew she loved you, and you loved her.
>But the look in her eyes.
>This was more than that “primal need” the researcher framed it as.
>She wanted you.
>And to be honest, you wanted her.
>This wasn’t a spur of the moment thing.
>You’d admired her body in the past, felt her while she slept.
>You could push it out of your mind then, it was just curiosity.
>It wasn’t that anymore, the blood pooling in your pants was evidence enough of that.
>She was getting impatient, she began scooting back towards you, her rear hanging off the bed now.
>You licked the her juices off your finger, and you decided you weren’t ever going to let her go.
>You lunged at her, gripping her thick thighs and shoving your face into her.
>Your tongue made it’s way across her slit, and then back again, lapping up every drop of her nectar it gave you.
>This got a reaction out of her.
>She threw her head back, her photophores unfolding, her jaw hanging open as a squeal made it’s way from her throat.
>Her pulsing slit pulsed more and more, giving you more delicious fluid to drink up.
>You finally shoved your tongue in, your Tzitzi grabbed onto your bedsheets with her sharpened claws, ripping them to slivers.
>Too entranced by her taste to care, you deftly guided your tongue to every fold and crevice you could reach.
>She began clamping down hard on your tongue, leaking more and more.
>Her constant purr turned into a whine, and she began losing control of her photophores.
>Their charging pulses coincided with her vent’s rhythmic clamping.
>Finally she popped, you buried your face in her squishy rear as your whole room was flashed with a blinding light, and your face and torso became drenched with her sex.
>She released her death grip on your tongue and flopped onto the bed.
>Her panting was erratic as she tried to catch her breath.
>She slowly lifted her head and looked at you, letting out a muted whimper.
>You stripped your now wet clothing off and climbed next to her on your bed.
>There was only enough room if you were pressed up against her.
>Not that either of you minded.
>You wrapped your body around hers, feeling her surprising warmth.
>She took notice of your rock hard member as it pressed into one of her thighs.
>She began rubbing her thigh against it, even a little stimulation was getting you close.
>Her breath was steadying and her energy was returning.
>You were still exhausted, but not so much so you couldn’t continue.
>You kissed her long neck as she began to sit up.
>Letting go of her, you rolled over onto your back, taking advantage of the newfound bed space.
>She gave you a hungry look, her eyes wild and untamed.
>It would have scared you had you not known her so well.
>Eating her out also eased the tension,
>She centered herself over you, leveling her slit over your erect phallus.
>You reached up and cupped her face, tracing the angles of her nose plates with your thumb.
>She opened her maw as she lowered herself onto you.
>Her eyes closed as you entered her, and she let out a deep whine that slowly trailed off.
>You waited a moment, you thought you might break then, she was tighter than your tongue let on, it almost hurt, but the look on her face made it all worth it.
>She slowly began raising up, before letting her weight carry her back down, instantly hilting you inside of her.
>She let out a muffled yelp as her eyes sprang open.
>She looked down at you, obviously scanning your reaction.
>Her eyes began to close again, and she attempted to catch her breath after impaling herself on you.
>You were barely hanging on, you began to press up against her to get things moving again.
>She quickly realized she had stalled and began her routine of standing and dropping.
>It was a bit brutish, but god did it feel good.
>You were about to give in when you felt her getting close.
>Much like before, her photophores began unfolding as her vent began to clamp down more and more.
>She was beginning to lose her balance, so you took her front claws in your hands.
>She gripped them tightly, as she rose for one last time.
>This time you’d meet her halfway.
>She began to slide back down your length, and you thrust upwards, burying yourself as deep as possible within her.
>You couldn’t hold it anymore and with a yell, began unloading your seed deep inside her.
>Feeling you cum sent her over the edge, she let out a high pitched roar, and began milking you for every sperm cell she could get.
>Her photophores began to fire, but she quickly closed them, only letting out a dim flash, sparing your eyes.
>You emptied more into her than you thought any human body could produce, filling her deepest reaches with your cum.
>You knew you couldn’t give her a clutch, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying.
>After a moment, you slowly began lowering yourself back to the bed, your hands still locked with hers.
>She was still cumming, her rhythmic clamping making sure she got every drop she could out of you.
>Once her body was satisfied, she once again collapsed, this time onto you.
>She released one of your hands, but the other she held onto, tighter than before.
>She wrapped her thighs tightly around you, raising her rear a bit to allow you dick to slide out her with a wet “pop.”
>You ran your free hand up her face as you looked into each other’s eyes, stopping for a moment to play with her photophores.
>You leaned up and kissed her snout, and she squeezed your hand tightly and chirped in return.
>Her purple scales reflected the dim firelight, making her almost glow.
>She was beautiful.
>She was your hunting mate before.
>Now she was just your mate.
>She buried her head in your neck, despite the fact that it was twice the size of your own.
>You both slowly drifted to sleep, your mixed juices slowly leaking onto your shredded bed sheets.
>You wouldn’t be leaving her in the Highlands.
>You were mates, and you planned on making sure you lived up to that.
>Her primal urges were something you were more than happy to help her with.