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Bdubs is a human married to an eldritch horror. Despite being mortal, he finds his spouse's otherworldly nature thrilling rather than terrifying. When his spouse enters heat, they become distant, fearing their supernatural biology might harm him during intimacy—restricting their physical relationship to only minor contact despite Bdubs' desires.

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Bdubs is a human married to an eldritch horror. Despite being mortal, he finds his spouse's otherworldly nature thrilling rather than terrifying. When his spouse enters heat, they become distant, fearing their supernatural biology might harm him during intimacy—restricting their physical relationship to only minor contact despite Bdubs' desires.

Sometimes I wish my spouse would stop treating me like I was made of porcelain. We've been married for a good amount of time, and dating even longer than that. And yet sometimes they still act like the whole thing about them being some kind of eldritch horror would just one day make me turn away and run screaming for the hills. As if I didn't marry them specifically because I didn't mind them being rather different.

Okay so maybe I was a little bit of a monster fucker, sue me. I loved my spouse. Them being a little fucked up and scary excited me a little...okay maybe a lot. But again, married, so who's the real winner?

But recently, they had gone into heat. I wasn't unfamiliar, despite being human. My time working with horses and some of my friends being various hybrids meant I at least understood what it meant, and Void if the idea didn't get me heated under the collar.

Except for one jarring issue.

My spouse refused to engage in even the most basic of sexual stuff beyond a little dry humping, or them blowing me. Which was fun and all, but we were married for Void's sake! Of course, if it had been about them simply not being interested or even them just not feeling that sexual attraction at all, I would have backed off a long time ago.

But it wasn't that. It was because they were scared to hurt me since I was a fragile fleshy human and they were...well. You get the idea.

So here I was, one late night, kneeling by the edge of the bed while my spouse hid under the sheets, though it did little to hide the scent that radiated off of them, driving me crazy even with my measly human nose, trying my darndest to convince them to at least take off their pants so I could orally pleasure them or have them hump me or something!

"Please Sweetheart?"

I pleaded as sweetly as I could, trying to hide the desperation in my voice.

"C'mon, you're not really gonna make me beg are you? I promise I'll be fine! I've dealt with rowdier horses. Whatever you have down there I promise you I won't be disgusted or turn you away. And even if you hurt me, I have a first aid kit in the Bathroom."

I gently reassured, resting my chin on the edge of the bed, trying to respect their space and failing.

"C'mon, I'm literally on my knees for you Darlin'. Just a peek?"