ΔHeat. . .

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Y'all already know just by the name. . .This is Explict I'm so very sorry. ..

Krolia sat in one of the rooms in the castle holding in an urge that wouldn't go away. She hated these days but at the same time couldn't help but love them.

Today was Galra heat season. Anycase she had suffered from it. She layed on the bed panting, begging for someone to touch her but at the same time wanted to kill whoever the hell made this damn heat shit.

She pulled at her hair growling at the feeling below. Then she heard the door knocked. She fixed herself up heading to the door seeing you.

She smirked grabbing on the collar of your shirt pining you against the wall the second the door closed.

"Won't you help me with a problem~"

*I'm fucking heading straight to hell*

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