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Halsin wakes to being vigorously shaken, he's jolted out of his grogginess when he sees your sobbing face. In seconds he sits up and cups your face, wiping your tears away. "What has happened? Are you injured?" He asks, concern lacing his voice, you nod "I think so...?" The uncertainty in your answer is confusing to the elf.
"What is wrong, cub?" He sees you shiver at the nickname, something you had never done. He raises a brow as he gets a clue, looking down his assumption was right. Your inner thigh fur is coated in a thick and sticky fluid, even your loincloth is wet, and the flap of fabric is stuck to your groin from your slick. "I feel weird and my-" Your face burns even more, you can't even force the vulgar words out of your mouth.
Halsin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, saying a basic prayer to Silvanus in his head and a line about protecting nature's innocents. It takes all in him not to succumb to the overwhelming desire that grows within his pants. He rubs your back soothingly. "You're not injured" he assures you, looking at him with teary eyes he can tell you don't believe him "What's wrong with me then?" You sniffle.
"Nothing!" He says a bit too loudly, perhaps overexcited, scaring you with his change in tone. Seeing your ears pin back he smiles kindly "you are just in heat, completely natural" you tilt your head, and Halsin clears his throat "heat, is when your body prepares itself for child" your eyes widen "but-but I can't have a baby! I have a worm in my head, I can't be a mother right now!" Halsin laughs, patting your head "you do not need to have a baby, your body is simply telling you you're ready for one" he sees you slowly process the information, and your tail flicks back and forth.
"How come I've never had it before?" You ask, wiping your tears on your sleeve. "In the Faunlands you live forever, you do not need to breed, in this plane, you live a mortal life and are subject to mortal fauna functions" you blush, somewhat embarrassed by the fact this non-faunus knows more about your biology than you.
"You can make me stop leaking then?" Oak Father bless your soul. You have no idea what you're getting into.
"I suppose I can offer some... Relief, it will not stop your heat, however" you eagerly nod "please" and you don't need to ask again. Halsin knows he should take you to the forest, somewhere away from your stowaways, where no one can hear you, yet... He can't find it in himself too, he wants them to hear you, to know he's bonded with you.
He coaxes you to lay on your front on his bedroll, the position being much more comfortable for your legs than laying on your back. He gets behind you, rubbing circles into your hips to soothe your lasting sniffles "if I go too far for your liking, you will tell me, understand?" He says firmly, stroking the fur on your bottom half, you nod, grabbing his pillow for comfort "say it out loud." He needs to be strict with you, he knows how much of a people-pleaser you are.
Your cheeks flush "I'll say if you go too far" the question makes you nervous, and you begin to worry about what could be too far. Though, you trusted the druid, Halsin is the kindest person you've met. Carefully he pulls the strings of your loincloth, peeling the fabric away chuckling when he sees strings of slick sticking to the fabric, he brings two fingers to sink between your labia and gathers your wetness "I see why you're so distressed, cub, you're so swollen and hot down here, so wet too" he tests your hole with a fingertip, pleased when he finds he can sink two fingers in you with ease.
You squeal at the insertion, hoof hitting the ground over and over, Halsin pauses and opens his mouth to check if you're in pain, only to stop and smile when you begin fucking yourself on his fingers desperately "ah papa, please!" That stops him in his tracks, raising a curious brow and processing what you've just called him. You don't take notice, too caught up in the overwhelming urges that rack your body.
It made him feel guilty at first, you had said something to the effect of seeing him as a father figure, since he was much older and taught you things you didn't know about the realm, and you had jokingly called him papa bear once... But he doesn't find himself hating it from your lips, this isn't the first time he's indulged the kink for someone, but it is the first where it got him off as well, something about your little cries begging your 'papa' for more was very enticing to the elf.
"Papa, papa~ please, it hurts, more, please~" The squelching of your cunt alone is loud enough to wake up your party, and he should tell you to quiet down, it would be the kind thing to do, that said... Maybe just a little bit longer. He presses his chest against your back, adding a third finger into your slick cunt and you gasp loudly, pressing your hips into his hand, plunging them deeper "papa, feels so good" he grabs your hips firmly, keeping you from moving so he can take control once more, the feeling in you belly build and builds as Halsin works your cunt open.
The feeling in your tummy becomes overwhelming, youre confused by the feeling "stop!" And Halsin immediately ceases his actions, removing his fingers from you and sitting up "what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asks, you hug his pillow, rolling on your back under him having your legs cage his in, you shyly look away "no, you didn't hurt me" he leans down with your reassurance, pressing his forehead against yours "what happened then, cub?" His cock twitches violently when you whimper at the term of endearment.
"Something was going to happen" Halsin chuckles which makes you flush in embarrassment "what's so funny?" You tilt your head. Halsin shakes his head "that was just your orgasm, the best part of sex" he kisses your neck tenderly, making you giggle and gasp "the-then can we do it again?" He nods, kissing your forehead before grabbing your furry legs and pulling you forward until your naked crotch is flush against his.
"Grind on it."
His voice is stern, a low growl that makes your ears twitch and you obey without a word, rutting your hips against his, grinding your naked cunt needily on his clothed erection. Tears well in those big eyes of yours and Halsin knows you're close, and coaxes your orgasm out of you by gently rubbing your swollen clit. With a loud moan of 'papa' you gush on the elf's leather pants, wetting them even more than before.
He continues to rub you after your orgasm, not stopping until you try to pull away. Halsin chuckles, removing his hand and petting your hip "you did well, cub" he praises as you pant and drool, grip loosening on his pillow, leaning over you, he kisses the top of your head, looking down as he hears you snore lightly. The druid smiles, he grabs the pillow from you and puts the dry side behind your head.
He takes his place beside you, wrapping his arm around your slack body, groaning and wincing when your tail brushes his erection. Halsin would like to relieve himself, but he didn't want to overwhelm you, he also didn't know how you'd feel about him having sex with you. He smiles though, there will be many opportunities in the coming days to give you some hands-on learning.