Ivy
The pain was unbearable.
It started as a dull throb deep in my core, spreading slowly until it was everywhere, like a wildfire raging under my skin. Each breath was labored, each heartbeat a reminder of the agonizing need surging through me. My body was aflame, the heat twisting through my veins like molten lava, scorching everything in its path. The worst part wasn’t just the pain. It was the maddening hunger, the way my body screamed for something more, something primal.
Every nerve felt like it was on edge, screaming for release. The heat that burned through me was thick, dark, and relentless. My thoughts were fuzzy, clouded by the ache, by the need to be touched, to be claimed. It was the cruelest part of going into heat, this helpless craving that overwhelmed every part of me.
