[There was no way to tell where they would materialize, when they passed through each door, each archway, each framed turn or intersection in the Harbinger Oracle's labyrinth. At least, there was no way for Hayame to tell. Perhaps a mage could... ? She did not know, and there was no time to waste time trying to puzzle it out, not when the effigy had sent the pulse of hungry drive into their hearts, impressions of a need for surging speed and a disregard for distraction in pursuit of the goal, to reach it, to touch it-
She had those. She was supposed to have those.
But when Hayame steps through a heavy, Dutch-style wooden door, into what at first just seems like another stone room... She is suddenly hit by an all too familiar sensation that suddenly washes over her body like a hot, heavy pulse of need. Before her back hooves even clear the doorframe she can feel herself warming, her tail hitching, and yet before she can turn right around to get out of there, to try and avoid what she fears this might be-
The door is gone. There is only moving forward in search for another.
As winter had begun to set in on the island of Alenroux, Hayame had looked forward to the one good thing the cold, barren season was supposed to bring: her own barrenness, a blessed three month or so relief from the seasonal breeding season that plagued her kind, that she had always been taught to repress in shame. These days... These days, it was different, but that... That makes it almost harder to ignore the urges growing deep in her belly. She isn't as used to ignore them anymore.
But she tries. Despite the hunger gnawing at her senses, the urges she knows intimately now can be sated (can't they?), felt good to be... Hayame puts one hoof in front of the other, searching for the way out. ... That is what she's searching for, isn't it? It isn't a stallion she wants, she doesn't need that, she just...
Just has to come to a stop as the Room of Eternal Hunger whispers for her to stay, to indulge, biting into her lip as she valiantly tries to ignore the sensation of a mare's slick arousal welling beneath her trembling tail. One minute. She would just rest for one minute, pressing her rump back into a corner like she always had in the breeding stables, and then... Then, she would get out of there. There was a door nearby, she could see it, it was just...
- That the door opens for someone else before she reaches it.]
FOR AKUA ➳ INSATIABLE HUNGER (🔞) ➳ 冬の繁殖期
She had those. She was supposed to have those.
But when Hayame steps through a heavy, Dutch-style wooden door, into what at first just seems like another stone room... She is suddenly hit by an all too familiar sensation that suddenly washes over her body like a hot, heavy pulse of need. Before her back hooves even clear the doorframe she can feel herself warming, her tail hitching, and yet before she can turn right around to get out of there, to try and avoid what she fears this might be-
The door is gone. There is only moving forward in search for another.
As winter had begun to set in on the island of Alenroux, Hayame had looked forward to the one good thing the cold, barren season was supposed to bring: her own barrenness, a blessed three month or so relief from the seasonal breeding season that plagued her kind, that she had always been taught to repress in shame. These days... These days, it was different, but that... That makes it almost harder to ignore the urges growing deep in her belly. She isn't as used to ignore them anymore.
But she tries. Despite the hunger gnawing at her senses, the urges she knows intimately now can be sated (can't they?), felt good to be... Hayame puts one hoof in front of the other, searching for the way out. ... That is what she's searching for, isn't it? It isn't a stallion she wants, she doesn't need that, she just...
Just has to come to a stop as the Room of Eternal Hunger whispers for her to stay, to indulge, biting into her lip as she valiantly tries to ignore the sensation of a mare's slick arousal welling beneath her trembling tail. One minute. She would just rest for one minute, pressing her rump back into a corner like she always had in the breeding stables, and then... Then, she would get out of there. There was a door nearby, she could see it, it was just...
- That the door opens for someone else before she reaches it.]