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Inside the tunnels connecting the three schools together, the Trix run away, and they're laughing. Bloom sprints after them, gasping for breath and wishing she'd taken her Earth gym class more seriously. It seems she took it more seriously than the Trix did, if Cloud Tower even has gym class. She pumps her legs as fast as she can, gaining on the three witches.
Icy's silver hair is her beacon. The Trixs’ clothes are so dark they almost blend in with the shadows, and only the light of a little flame floating behind Bloom keeps her from tripping over her own feet.
The Trix turn a corner. Bloom would growl out her frustration, except she needs every breath she can take. She skids around the corner-
Every single instinct in her body screams at her. She hits the deck.
A bolt of lighting flies over her head. It smashes into the tunnel wall behind her, gouging out chunks of dirt the size of her head. They fall apart in pieces around her, heavy thumps that send dread deep into her belly. Bloom peaks out from her arms thrown over her head and audibly gulps. There are three sets of eyes on her, glowing like predatory animals.
The Trix stand in formation over her crouched body, Stormy, Icy, Darcy. Their slender figures are shadows in the low light. Only one of them moves, and it’s Icy. Of course it’s Icy.
Icy steps forwards, just once. The exertion has the witch panting, but it’s slow and controlled.
Since Bloom’s powers manifested, her senses have improved. The scent of a pine wood forest wafts towards Bloom. Icy’s scent. It’s enough to kick Bloom back into motion. She scrambles backwards on her hands and feet, almost blind with fear. A laugh, sultry, low, even seductive, fills the shadowed cavern.
“You’re not very smart, are you?” Icy says. Icy waves her hand. Blue magic throws dramatic angles over Icy’s face. Bloom almost laughs at herself, because she still finds beauty in it, even as Icy’s magic falls upon her. Suddenly, her limbs are cold. Ice crystals crawl up them, stilling her movements and pinning her in place.
Bloom’s fear turns to anger, and she snarls. “You won’t get away with this!” Bloom struggles uselessly in the hold, glaring down the rival witch. Icy leans backwards, a condescending smile on her face. The scent of pine overpowers the damp earth like a cool breeze. She glances at her sisters, first Stormy, then Darcy, then back at Bloom.
“Oh, darling,” Icy says. With a gesture of fingers, the ice trapping her grows, not around her, but upwards. Bloom yelps as she’s lifted off the ground. Icy orients her into a mockery of a standing position. Her feet rest inches off the ground, her arms captive at her sides. “It’s cute of you to care, but I think we’ll be just fine.”
What else can Bloom say? There’s a heat in her belly. Fire flickers inside of her, but it’s not powerful enough. Not right now. Not when she doesn’t even have her wings.
Maybe Icy sees the defeat flickering across her face. Her head tilts closer, eyes wide in cruel fascination. She holds a hand to the air. “Girls,” Icy says, gesturing towards the tunnel they just ran through, “go back and finish our little project. I’ll meet you outside.”
“You’re letting us do the dirty work?” Stormy says with a growl. Icy clicks her tongue, but she’s staring at Bloom like a hungry feline. “What about Bloom?”
“Yes, I am.” Icy answers the first question easily. The second, she takes a moment. In that moment, she touches the pads of her fingertips to the underside of Bloom’s chin, digging her nails in when Bloom refuses to raise it. “Let me worry about our favorite little pixie.”
This close, and Bloom can see every detail of her face. The cruel twist of her mouth. The delicate tilt of her nose. The pale blue of her eyes. When Icy breathes, Bloom feels the cold of it on her lips. This close, and Bloom can smell Icy’s perfume. She hates to admit that it smells nice. Behind Icy, the two Trix sisters share glances.
There’s no movement. Icy turns her head just enough to frown over her shoulder. Darcy rolls her eyes. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Icy.”
“What do you even mean by that?” Icy says, voice clipped. Bloom watches her profile, sees her lips sneer. Witches have fangs, apparently. Icy’s are long like a vampire’s, and just as sharp. She shivers, trying to stoke the warmth inside of her into flames.
“Nothing,” Darcy says, already making her way back towards Alfea. Stormy leads the way, looking bored already. Icy tracks them with a slow, smooth rotation of her neck, all the way until obscurity.
And then it was two.
“What do you want from me?” Bloom asks, still focusing on her task. If she could reach out and force it, maybe she could earn her wings right there. Maybe she’d be strong enough to break free.
Icy lets out an amused hum. “Nothing much. I just wanted to see the expression on your face when you realize you are truly and utterly defeated.” They’ve never been this close together uninterrupted before. Bloom can see Icy taking in all the details of her face. It makes Bloom press her lips into a thin line.
“You’re fucked up, Icy,” Bloom says, and Icy actually blinks a few times. Then she throws her head back and laughs. It exposes the column of her throat, pale and smooth. Bloom is half tempted to lean in and bite it, if only to get Icy to stop laughing.
“You have no idea,” Icy says lightly. She looks genuinely amused. It’s not something Bloom is used to. “That is the witch way, and I am a proper witch.”
“My friends will notice I’m missing,” Bloom reminds her. She’s close. She can feel the heat inside of her growing from warm to hot. A little drip of sweat beads up around the back of her neck. “They’ll come looking for me.”
“They’ll look. They won’t find you.” At Bloom’s frown, Icy grins. “These tunnels are a secret. They won’t even know to look here. Even if they did,” she gestures towards the dark in either direction. It’s not Bloom’s flame that lights them up, but a glowing shard of ice that hovers to the side of them. “We’re so far in now, they’d probably give up before they found you.”
Warm, blue eyes widen. “You led me here on purpose?”
The witch nods, pride making her purr. “And you followed like a good little pet.” Slowly and deliberately, Icy reaches up and presses her finger to the middle of Bloom’s forehead. “That hot head of yours is quite the detriment, darling.” Bloom grits her teeth, glaring in defiance at Icy’s smug face down the bridge of her nose.
This is too much. Like boiling water, heat roils inside of her belly. Bloom’s entire body shakes with it. Her breathing deepens, and it makes Icy’s scent more potent.
It’s so much.
For some reason, Icy’s smile falls away from her. Good. It means Bloom can focus a little less on figuring out how to punch Icy and more on how to get out of the ice cube Icy’s put her in.
“You…” Icy says, quizzical and suspicious. Bloom snorts, wriggling back and forth in discomfort. Otherwise, she’s happy to ignore the witch.
Then Icy does something so strange, Bloom can’t pretend like she isn’t there anymore. Icy leans in until her nose almost brushes against Bloom’s neck and inhales. The heat inside of Bloom spikes. She gasps, going completely still.
“Icy?!” Bloom’s voice is more uncertain than offended, which isn’t what she was going for. She can forgive herself, just this once. Icy jumps, as if startled, then pulls away quickly. She takes several steps back, a hand coming up to cover her face.
“Hey,” Icy snaps. “Where are your suppressants?”
Bloom uncomprehends. “What are you talking about?” Her face scrunches up in confusion and disbelief. “Why would I want to suppress myself? I don’t even have my wings.”
Now it’s Icy who is uncomprehending. She holds both her hands out, circling them in confusion. “Your wings-? Those don’t matter, omega. Where are they?!”
“What did you just call me?” Bloom yells, squirming. If Icy is on some weird, alternative ideology bullshit, Bloom is going to tear her heart out or something. As soon as she’s free. The heat is still growing, and it’s making Bloom’s thoughts more frantic, less intentional. “I told you I don’t have my wings! There’s nothing to suppress.”
“You don’t-” Icy’s chest is heaving. Bloom can’t figure out why, because they stopped running a while ago. “I’m an alpha, Bloom. Do you know what that means?”
“Schenkel’s study has been debunked a few years ago,” Bloom corrects her. “There are no such things as alphas. Those wolves were held in captivity and those results were skewed.”
“What?” Icy asks, and she sounds so confused it’s almost funny. Bloom feels a laugh bubble out of her. Her heart is beating fast. She is so hot. “Wolves- we aren’t talking about wolves. Us, Bloom. I’m talking about us.”
“What about us?” Bloom gestures with her head. “I’m stuck in a fucking glacier. Thank you very much. That’s all there is to say.”
“You’re going into heat!” Icy snarls.
“I’m a fire fairy!” Bloom snarls back. “That’s part of the description!”
“No, you nitwit! Your cycle has started!”
Bloom’s face goes bright red. She’s certain that steam starts to fly off her skin, the parts that touch the ice. Maybe a tear forms in her eye. She’s certainly never felt so embarrassed in her life. “Why do you know when my periods start!?” Bloom yells at the top of her lungs. Today would be her first day. Now that she’s hyperaware, there’s wetness between her legs. She’s so warm.
“What the fuck is a period?! I’m talking about your heat!” Icy looks apocalyptic. Her hands raise in the air, shaking, as if to strangle something that isn’t there. “Your heat, Bloom! Your reproductive cycle!”
This is the stupidest conversation Bloom has ever partook. She’s certain their collective I.Q. number has dropped several points. “You’re using real words, but they aren’t making any sense, Icy!”
“You’re an omega, Bloom!” Icy spits out her name, almost half mad. “Going into reproductive heat! And I’m an alpha- I can already smell you-” Fangs make a clicking noise as Icy snaps her mouth shut. She glowers at Bloom, eyes glowing faintly in the low light. Bloom sneers back, but her mind is racing.
She knows what heat is. It’s what many mammals experience during spring time. Specifically, non-human mammals, and it compels them to mate.
(Something inside of her clenches hard at the thought of mating.)
(Fuck.)
Bloom isn’t a human now, is she. Bloom was never a human. She thought she was a fairy. Apparently, she’s an omega, whatever that means.
Why now? Something tells her she doesn’t have time to think about the big questions.
“Okay,” Bloom says, voice shaking. “Well, I’m not- I’m fucking new at this, alright. Give me a break.” A low rumble sounds from Icy’s chest - which is insane. Is she growling? Can witches growl? Or is that an (what did Icy call herself?) alpha thing. Bloom watches as Icy curls her hands into fists in pulses, straining and loosening. Trying to calm down, maybe. “So- so, what do we do now? Do you let me go?”
Icy makes a noise in her throat. There’s an odd look in her eyes. One she quickly blinks away. “The last thing you’d want right now is to give me an opportunity to chase you down.”
Running through the tunnels, gasping for breath while Icy snaps at her heels. Bloom swallows, feeling the space between her legs grow hot. She knows exactly what would happen when Icy caught her.
“Wait- does that mean you have a p-p- uhm,” her eyes flicker down. It’s a mistake. The Trix’s outfits are just shy of skin tight. Icy’s bodysuit is a dark turquoise, highlighted by a glacial white ornament that runs down her stomach. Bloom looks lower, and there’s-there’s something straining. Bloom squeaks, quickly looking away. Her ears are red.
“You’re on fire,” Icy says, sounding so surprised Bloom momentarily forgets her predicament. She looks up at a new light source, watching her cowlick hold a flame like a candle. Without permission, a snort escapes her throat. It quickly turns into a giggle, one that’s slightly hysterical. This might be the most humiliating moment of her life.
“Icy,” Bloom watches as Icy’s cold and pale eyes lock back onto her. The entire corridor smells like forest pine. Every time she inhales Icy’s scent it only stokes the heat below her stomach. It’s obvious what’s coming. As the seconds tick by, her thoughts grow hazier. This instinct, and it’s such a base compulsion it can only be an instinct, is getting harder to ignore. Soon, it’ll be impossible to tune out. Icy feels it too, because she’s still here.
“We’re going to have s-sex, aren’t we,” It’s not a question. It’s a reaffirming of a conclusion in the last moments of Bloom’s cognitive thoughts. There’s a brief silence. Bloom can’t make out the emotion Icy is hiding on her face. The witch nods once. Bloom feels like she’s been suddenly lit aflame, as if she’s searing hot.
She feels something deep inside of her spasm, feels herself grow even wetter with preparation. “Icy, be gentle with me,” Bloom mewls out her plea. She hears Icy’s breath stutter, watches her eyes widen. “Please?”
It’s stupid to expect her to agree. For one, Icy is more than a little unhinged. Quick to hurl an insult and quicker to resort to violence. For another, Icy doesn’t seem to like her. Like, at all. Maybe it’s because their elements are polar opposites, maybe their personalities clash. It doesn't really matter. Here, encased in her ice, completely at her mercy, expecting anything but cruelty feels insane.
So when Icy steps closer to her, face smoothed into unreadable glass, Bloom expects the worst.
She gets a cool palm pressed against her cheek instead. Bloom stares at Icy with disbelief. Icy’s cheeks are flushed, and it’s her only tell.
“Fine,” Icy says. Her voice isn’t soft, but the cutting obsidian in her tone is completely absent. Pale eyes stare into warm, soft blue. Icy takes a breath, opening her mouth slightly, as if she can taste the scent in the air. “Just this once, fairy.”
Tension, wrapped as tight as a coil, comes undone somewhere inside of Bloom’s chest. She almost sags in relief, except Icy’s eyes are calculating as they look her over. As Bloom wonders what Icy might be thinking about, the witch leans in close. Slowly, deliberately, Icy lowers her head to the side of Bloom’s neck. She takes a deep, shuddering inhale. Bloom feels herself shiver.
Icy’s neck is just as close, and the witch’s own scent fills her nose. She can smell the interest thickening in it. Something heady, like musk.
“Can I move?” Bloom mumbles, eyelids falling halfway down her eyes. She makes a cursory attempt to struggle against the ice binding her. Lips brush against her skin. Lightning travels down her spine. Bloom can feel the way Icy smirks on her throat.
“No,” Icy says, voice low and sultry. A hand touches Bloom’s bare sternum, tracing out circles that make Bloom’s stomach flex. “I like you like this.”
“O-oh.” Nails scratch at her belly. Bloom gasps, burying her face against Icy’s shoulder. She hears Icy’s amused chuckle in her ear, and it goes numb.
Helpless, Bloom is completely helpless, and Icy is happy to take advantage of it.
The knowledge makes her throb.
Hands bracket either side of her waist, running up and down her sides. Fingers hook against the bottom side of her crop top, pressing into her ribs. They’re wonderfully cool.
A whimper escapes Bloom’s lips before she can think to stop it. Icy pushes her shirt and bra up in the same movement, exposing small breasts and hardening nipples to the cold, tunnel air. The witch leans back, taking her naked chest in, and her chest rumbles.
“Well, aren’t you pretty,” she murmurs, hands wandering along the flat of Bloom’s ribcage. Bloom squirms, and she’s not sure if she’s pulling away or pushing closer until Icy palms one of her breasts and squeezes.
“Ohfuckpleasemore,” Bloom says, arching her back. There’s less to think about aside from chasing sensation. Fingers rolling against her chest, sending sparks of pleasure down her spine and between her legs. Icy’s husky laugh fills the space between them, and abruptly cuts off when Bloom looks the alpha right in her eyes and keens in want.
She sees it, the moment Icy stops playing with her. Icy’s jaw tightens, she leans forward, closer and down, then presses her lips against Bloom’s nipple and sucks.
Bloom goes wild. Icy’s tongue slides against the bud, swirling ecstasy in shapes against her skin. She swallows Bloom’s breast into a mouthful, then lets her go, only to repeat the motion. Cries leave Bloom’s mouth, and she barely realizes she's making them. Her head falls backwards, pointing unseeing eyes towards the tunnel ceiling. She’s never been so sensitive, and every movement of Icy’s mouth blankets another layer of haze into her mind.
“Icy,” her name spills from Bloom’s lips like water, over and over in prayer. Icy lets out a growl, letting bloom’s nipple go in favor of pressing her teeth against the soft flesh of her upper breast. They tease at biting, but only apply the barest pressure as they travel upwards still. Icy stops to suck on her collar bone, leaving behind bruising purple-red marks and eliciting a heavy moan from Bloom.
It must make her happy, because Icy starts leaving these marks all the way up. From collar bone, to shoulder, to Bloom’s slender, pale neck, Icy leaves shocks of bruises. The witch steps closer, until their bodies are flush against each other.
Something is pressing against her, right where her legs meet her hips. Bloom’s entrance quivers. Icy rolls herself forward.
The alpha groans, gripping either side of Bloom’s waist. With her face buried against Bloom’s neck, she starts grinding up and down into that place. Breaths catch in their throats. Bloom can feel the hard ridge of Icy’s bulge bump against something sensitive. The layers of fabric between them, jumpsuit and jean, muffle the sensation.
Not enough that it doesn’t. Feel. Good.
As much as she can, Bloom meets her. It’s clumsy, and a little frantic, and Bloom is panting hard as she lets Icy take what she wants. Icy’s fingers dig into the flesh of her sides, tilting her hips into the correct angle. The witch rocks into her, straining harder against the fabric of her jumpsuit as she presses her shaft against Bloom. The alpha growls against her neck, cool breath washing over overheated skin. If Bloom could, she’d spread her legs wider. If she could, she’d cling to Icy.
What she does is tilt her head and drop her lips against Icy’s jaw. She smells divine, pine and heady musk. Bloom laps at Icy’s skin, gathering her scent onto her tongue, tasting it. Icy shivers, adjusting her footing so she can tilt her hips better, closer.
There is no more thought in Bloom’s head. Nothing but the instinct to let the alpha in front of her breed her. She presses her lips against Icy’s pointed ear, whining for, “more, Icy. Please, more, more, more.”
Icy shakes, and stops her movement. Bloom whimpers out a protest. That's the opposite of what Bloom asked for.
Icy’s hands slide to the button of Bloom’s pants, fumbling it loose. When she pulls them down, revealing a pair of plain, pink panties, the scent of Bloom’s arousal becomes so potent, Bloom can smell it. A bit of shame rears its head. She goes bright red, unable to look at Icy anymore.
“Fuck,” Icy mutters. Bloom hears the sound of something unzipping. It makes her gasp.
That would be-
Something thick presses against her panties, right up against her clit. Bloom lets out a surprised chirp, then draws it out when it drags back and forth against her. Icy nuzzles her neck, licking and sucking to smother the noises leaving her throat. There's the sting of fangs rasping on her skin. They don't do anything more. Bloom wishes they did.
Then Icy's cock spasms against her clit, and it makes Bloom's clitoris respond with a quiver. She grinds her hips downwards into the alpha for more of it. Icy's grip on her hips tightens.
They both feel the mood shift into something even more intense at the same exact time.
Icy removes her mouth from Bloom's throat. They share a glance, and icy's beautiful, pale blue eyes are almost entirely engulfed in the void black of her pupils. With her arms and legs bound, Bloom couldn't stop Icy even if she wanted to. They share eye contact, panting in sync. It means Bloom can see the jostle of Icy's slender, perfect shoulder as her arm moves.
Fingers, two of them, press against her entrance, then drag forwards. Bloom's eyes roll upwards as Icy rubs circles into her clit, over and over. Her panties soak in her own arousal. She feels an orgasm build half way, only for it to come to a screeching halt as Icy takes her fingers away. Bloom almost sobs in protest until Icy slides them into her own mouth and savors the flavor. The content noise she makes almost has Bloom break down and beg.
She isn't there yet. Yet.
When Icy pulls her fingers out, she presses them to Bloom's lips. Eagerly, Bloom sucks them in, swiping her tongue against cold fingers, tasting the inside of Icy's mouth with eager abandon. Icy watches her with parted lips and light breaths, running the tips of her fingers against Bloom’s tongue.
“Fairy,” Icy growls, capturing Bloom's flittering attention. “You're mine.” What a beautiful declaration. Bloom nods her head. It makes Icy's lips pull back, and white fangs flash in the dim light. She snarls happily, leaning back in to inhale near Bloom's neck. “I'm going to fuck you.” Bloom squeezes down on nothing. “Until you can't think.”
Bloom already can't think. She keens, and hopes it portrays how much she wants that. It must, because her alpha lets out a pleased gruff.
“Are you ready?” Icy's voice sounds dark and playful. Eagerly, Bloom nods. The right move, because against her cunt, Icy's dick throbs.
The witch gestures with both of her hands, and the ice keeping Bloom in place moves. It spreads her legs apart, almost digging her unbuttoned jeans into her thighs. More of her wetness is exposed, making Bloom gasp at the new sensation of cold air. Icy opens her mouth, as if to scent arousal on her tongue.
She reaches down between their legs, between Bloom’s legs. Staring at Icy’s beautiful eyes, Bloom feels instead of sees Icy push her panties to the side. The fabric is more than damp. Icy stares right back into her gaze, and Bloom can read everything on her.
The heady instinct to mate, the caution, the amusement, the pleasure. Bloom sees all of it, processes all of it, as Icy cants her hips forward and presses her raw cock against Bloom’s exposed entrance. Bloom’s jaw drops slightly as a thrill runs up her spine and into her mind. She can feel her cunt quiver and throb around the tip, as if trying to coax more in. Icy’s eyelids flutter closed as she hisses, jolting her hips forwards and upwards a fraction.
In the cold, damp tunnels underneath the three schools, two people freeze in place. A witch and a fairy still completely. Bloom’s eyes widen, suddenly feeling spread.
Icy is inside of her.
Bloom can feel Icy’s tip, and it’s just the very tip, inside of her. It twitches, hardening into something bigger, spreading her farther apart ever so slightly. Icy, every muscle tense, gasps, shuddering like a leaf quivering in the wind. Her hands grab at Bloom’s hips again, stabilizing her frame. The move brings them closer together. The ridge of Icy’s cockhead pops inside. Bloom lets out a strangled noise.
“Oh fuckfuckfuck,” Icy says, throwing her head backwards. She takes several, deep, desperate breaths, kneading a pattern into Bloom’s sides. Bloom can see the masseters of Icy’s jaw tense, and, completely on impulse, she leans in and kisses the underside of one of them. Icy twitches, and it forces another fraction of her shaft into Bloom. They both keen at the same time, shivering together.
Icy snarls into the air. “Mine. You’re mine!” In this moment, with Icy’s tip pushing its way farther inside of her, spreading her apart, she’s entirely Icy’s. She’s entirely pliant.
“Icy,” Bloom whines, overcome by desire, “more!” Icy pushes her hips upwards and slides the rest of her length inside of Bloom’s virgin cunt in one, smooth movement. Bloom lets out a shriek.
She’s so wet, the penetration barely hurts. For a moment, a single, heavenly moment, there is only the sensation of her walls being stretched apart just the right amount. The shaft inside of her throbs and twitches, and is as hard as a rock. Her walls clench and unclench around it, and Icy’s knees go weak. Her alpha leans forward, resting her slight weight against Bloom’s frame. Icy inhales in quick, short, controlling breaths. It washes against Bloom’s ear and neck.
“You are,” Icy snaps it out, “so warm.” Then Icy starts kissing Bloom’s neck, lapping her tongue against the sensitive bruises she’d made earlier. Bloom gasps, and whatever remaining modesty she’d had evaporates like smoke.
“Fuck me!” Bloom begs, squirming her body. It makes her slide around the shaft, and stars spark behind her eyes. “Icy, fuck me! Pleasepleaseplease!”
No one could resist this demand. Icy pulls her hips backwards. The length of her cock drags against Bloom’s tight walls. Bloom’s head goes completely numb in pleasure. Wetness coats Icy’s shaft. She slams herself back inside easily, and it elicits a cry from Bloom that Bloom doesn’t even realize she’s made.
Icy does it again, and she starts up a rhythm. Her hips roll back and forth, pushing, pulling. The witch moves as she pleases, fucking Bloom, letting out primal snarls against Bloom’s neck. Sounds of skin on wet skin slapping together fills up the dark tunnel. Icy’s hips piston, Bloom’s walls convulse, she lets out moans into Icy’s ear, and she’s sosososo happy that it makes Icy fuck her faster.
For the first time in her life, Bloom knows what it’s like to be taken.
She loves it.
It’s a sensation of fullness, and she hadn’t even realized she’d felt empty. Each thrust sends another pulse of heat through her entire body. A building orgasm, and it’s entirely different from doing it herself. Bigger, more intense, uncontrolled. Icy is going to force it out of her. Bloom’s eyes roll backwards at the thought.
More. She needs more. Seeking sensation, Bloom turns her head towards Icy, kissing her neck and cheek, tasting her sweat. Icy, panting, tilts her head and meets her. A tongue invades her mouth, slides against her own. They swallow each other’s cries, and kiss sloppily, too consumed by bliss to care about technique. Bloom can feel Icy’s cock throb harder inside of her.
She’s going to-
Bloom squeezes down, rocking her hips as much as she can. Icy groans in her mouth, stooping over her and pumping her hips. Bloom is so slick it’s easy. She’s so slick it splashes onto the ground in little flecks, covering Icy’s thighs and stomach. She’s so slick it’s obscene, and Icy’s dick keeps twitching.
She’s going to come.
Icy is going to come inside of her.
The mounting pressure inside of Bloom finally snaps. She peaks violently, letting out a scream that Icy catches with her tongue. Ecstasy, mind-shattering ecstasy blanks out Bloom’s entire mind, and she writhes in her ice prison. Icy keeps pounding into her, growing erratic as her walls shudder and clamp down around Icy’s thick cock. Bloom’s world is white, searing pleasure, and it lasts forever.
Then Icy lets out a strangled moan, and, with thick ropes, releases inside. She buries her dick all the way to the hilt. Semen jets against Bloom’s walls, sticky, viscous, hot, and filling up her cunt. Bloom whimpers. Her pussy clenches, then releases, then clenches again, as if milking out every last drop of it. More, more, more, her body begs. Give her more.
Deep down in the back of her mind, through her orgasm, Bloom knows that she was meant for this. She was meant to spread her legs and let Icy mount her, let Icy’s semen build up in her.
Icy grinds her hips forward, gasping through her nose. Something happens, the strangest, most amazing thing. As Bloom’s peak starts to end, as she starts to fall back into her own mind, something thick pops inside of her entrance. It’s swollen and red hot, and it throbs with Icy’s pulse. Bloom lets out a surprised chirp, then deepens their kiss when Icy tries to pull away.
It must be tempting, because Icy grips both her hands around Bloom’s face and kisses her more. Like this, joined at mouth and hip, and together, the two work through their orgasms until they’re panting and spent.
After a moment of quiet, after she’s started to gather herself, Bloom’s eyes flutter open. Icy’s face is in front of her, a deep flush on her cheeks. Beads of sweat have gathered on her alpha’s forehead. Icy’s breathing starts to even out. Slowly, pale blue eyes open too, and they gaze into each other.
Awareness comes back to Icy. Her eyes go wide.
An alarm cries in the back of Bloom’s mind as Icy breaks their kiss apart. “Don’t go!” Bloom whines, and Icy freezes like a statue. “Please, stay close. Please.” Icy regards her in total surprise. Bloom gives the witch her best puppy dog eyes, and one of Icy’s eyelids twitch.
How amusing. Bloom bites the inside of her cheek so she doesn’t smile.
“Aren’t you demanding,” Icy says, and it would have hurt if Icy’s voice wasn’t rough and breathless. Bloom lets herself smile now. The heat inside of her is satiated. She nods a few times, then leans her head closer and nuzzles her cheek against Icy’s. Bloom isn’t even sure why she does it, other than it feels like the right thing to do.
Icy doesn’t seem to know what to do with it, because when Bloom pulls back, there’s a chaotic twist of her lips. She doesn’t say anything though, so Bloom feels safe assuming she didn’t dislike it.
“I can’t go, anyway,” Icy mutters, face flushing a deeper shade of red. Bloom tilts her head in confusion, and Icy answers her silent question by jostling her hips. Bloom lets out a surprised, breathy yip.
That thick thing inside of her pulls at her entrance, but it doesn’t go free. Icy’s dick is still very hard inside of her, and occasionally it throbs. It’s a nice feeling, like it’s meant to be there. It technically is.
“We’re tied,” Icy admits, and it sounds like she has a gun to her head.
“W-what?” Bloom says, still getting over the little shock of pleasure that gave her.
Icy grunts, calculation once again behind her eyes. “You really don’t know anything about this, do you?”
Bloom shakes her head. “Uhm, no- I- this isn’t, people don’t go into heat on Earth.” Icy squints with confusion. Bloom enjoys the way Icy’s fingers run up and down her neck. She doesn’t point it out. She gets the feeling Icy doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
“Then how do you procreate?”
“Oh,” Bloom’s face goes a little red at the topic, which is kind of funny, considering what they just did. “People just, uh, f-fuck a lot and it eventually happens?”
The look of disbelief on Icy’s face makes her giggle. “That seems very uncertain,” Icy states. Bloom nods in agreement. Now she’s getting it. As Icy digests that bit of information, Bloom wiggles her arms and legs. She bites her lip.
“Icy?” Bloom asks, and Icy lends Bloom her attention again. “Can I move now?” Pale eyes blink in surprise, as if remembering exactly what position Bloom is in. Maybe there’s a bit of amusement at her predicament, so Bloom pouts. “Please?”
Icy clicks her tongue. She removes her hands from Bloom’s head and neck (boo), then wraps them around Bloom’s waist instead (yay). With a thought from the witch, the ice surrounding her trapped limbs melts away to nothing, and Icy sits back onto a pillar of her creation instead. It fidgets the shaft inside of Bloom, which makes the fairy sigh. Bloom’s legs naturally come to straddle Icy lap, knees resting on the cold surface. She’s thankful she’s a fire fairy. If she wasn’t, Icy probably would have given her frostbite.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Icy says, voice rough. “Don’t think I’m going to change how I treat you because we’ve mated.”
Bloom furrows her brows. “Way to ruin a good mood, Icy,” she grumps. For some reason, that just seems to make Icy happy. The witch smirks.
“It’s in the job description, darling-” Bloom leans forward and kisses her hard. “-mph!” The cock inside of her spasms. Another jet of heat releases inside of Bloom’s cunt. Icy pulls back, gasping and momentarily thrown off kilter. Now Bloom is the one smirking. “You-you little brat!”
“Deserved,” Bloom says, leaning her head against Icy’s shoulder. “Stop being a dick for a few minutes, please. This is really comfy.”
“C-comfy? Comfy?!” Icy splutters. “Bloom, I’m dangerous, not comfy!” A pause. “Comfortable!” Icy continues, using the more mature word.
Bloom sighs. She said please and everything. “If you don’t like it so much, then you can leave.”
“I can’t!” Icy growls, rocking her hips upwards. Bloom lets out a surprised moan. “We’re tied, Bloom. Knotted. I won’t be able to leave you until it deflates-nng!” Her exclamations get cut off as Bloom grinds downward experimentally. Icy is still hard, and it feels good. Even though her shaft can’t move more than a few centimeters, it’s enough to grasp at a few bolts of pleasure.
“You-” Icy says, gripping her waist tighter. “B-Bloom, what are you doing?!”
“Getting comfy,” Bloom says with a smirk. Icy bares her teeth. There’s no lethality behind it, not when her cock is trembling inside of Bloom. Still, unlike someone, Bloom is also full of compassion. “Just this once, be nice,” Bloom says, molding her body against Icy’s shuddering frame. “Please.”
“Fuck you.” Icy mutters it out. But her arms hold Bloom close, and she buries her nose against Bloom’s neck. It makes Bloom smile. She closes her eyes, inhaling the pine that is Icy’s scent.
It feels right. This is right.
An omega relaxes completely against her alpha, sighing with content. Bloom makes a mental note to be careful, she could fall asleep like this-
“Hurry up, you Trix!” Bloom’s eyes fly wide open. She feels Icy goes incredibly still against her. That was Stella’s voice.
“Alright, alright, fuck! Watch the hands!” Stormy says from a distance in the tunnel. Bloom and Icy share eye contact, for once, agreeing with something. That something is a simple and basic uh oh, but it’s something.
“You don’t get to make demands,” someone says, and Bloom twitches. That’s Brandon’s voice. “Not after what you two did. Now take us to your sister.” Stormy lets out a grunt of pain. Icy bristles, flashing her fangs at the dark where the voices come from.
“It’s not that serious,” Darcy says. “It was just a dumb prank.”
“Dumb prank?!” Stella cries, “I’m going to be getting rat-snake spit out of my hair all night.” And that gets Stormy to start laughing. Someone else laughs too- “Musa!” Stella says, sounding betrayed. “It’s not funny!”
“It was a little funny,” Tecna says, apparently in agreement with her roommate. Musa makes a noise.
“Sorry, Stella. It was super scary in the moment, but now that I’m looking back at it…”
“You two are impossible. Flora, back me up here.”
“Rat-snakes are wonderful creatures,” Flora says instead. “I think they’re really cute and fluffy, actually.”
“You’re not supposed to find them cute,” Darcy says.
“Thank you!” Stella says. “It was an act of absolutely evil, Flora. Heinous! Criminal!”
“I’m flattered, really,” Darcy replies. Stella makes a frustrated noise that has Stormy laughing again.
“Can we get back on track, please,” Brandon says. “We still don’t know where Bloom is- hey,” for some reason, his voice goes a little strained, “does anyone else smell that?”
Bloom stares at Icy with wide eyes. Icy nods. Others should be able to smell the heat on her too. If not that, they should certainly be able to smell the sex. Bloom does the only thing she can do in this situation, and shuffles her bra and shirt back down to its proper place.
“It smells like…” Then there’s the sound of running footsteps. Bloom covers her face in her hands, wishing they wouldn’t do that. In fact, why couldn’t they just turn around and leave. That’s, like, the polite thing to do, right? Right?
“Bloom!” Brandon says, skidding around the corner. The harsh beam of a flashlight falls over her.
Her and Icy.
Because they’re still pressed together.
Because Icy’s knotted her, apparently.
Icy lets out a grumpy rumble, covering her eyes from the light. “Turn that off, you brute. We can’t see!”
“Woah,” says Sky, the second to turn the corner. Bloom makes some kind of dying animal noise in her throat. She definitely feels like dying would be preferable to this. Especially when the Winx join the two boys, letting out gasps of surprise.
“Oh my,” Flora says, because that’s all one can really do in this situation.
Unless it’s laughing harder, of course. Something Stormy displays in full effect when she catches sight of them. She even points a finger at the two, cackling like the mad woman she is. “You fucked her!” Stormy says, clutching her stomach. “You fucked the fairy-”
“Shut up, Stormy!” Icy snarls. In her anger, frost explodes outwards along the walls, and it glitters beautifully in the beams from the many flashlights. “Or I’ll make you sleep in the dungeons!” Stormy doesn’t say anything else. She can’t. Her laughing has turned into squeaks, and she has to sit down onto the ground.
“Bloom!” Brandon says, blue eyes wide with- Bloom can’t figure out what emotion is behind his eyes. “W-what happened? Are you okay?”
“Uhm,” Bloom says, peeking out from behind her fingers, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Hi.. guys.”
“You went into heat,” Stella says, stating the obvious. To everyone else, of course. Bloom just found out that was a thing, like, twenty minutes ago. “Honey, where are your suppressants -”
“We don’t have that on Earth,” Bloom says. Stella’s jaw drops, so Bloom elaborates. “We don’t have alphas or omegas on Earth.”
“What?” Flora gasps. “How do you know when it’s time to procreate? Or with who?!” Her eyes flicker back and forth into the middle distance, as if she’s running the logistics of it inside of her mind. Stormy, the smartest witch in the world, and still laughing hard enough that she’s completely weak, leans her back against the wall so she doesn’t fall forward and suffocate in the dirt.
Bloom shuts her eyes and sighs, and it’s a long, withering sigh. This isn’t the worst way to lose her virginity. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.