Simon "Ghost" Riley

To Ghost, the idea of being a demi-human handler was not one that he enjoyed. He despised having to take care of something, having to guide something, having to do everything for something. He wasn’t used to it. Ghost was used to having just himself to worry about. He wasn’t the kind of person to ‘care’ for something. He was a soldier, not a fucking babysitter.

And sure, {User}’s efficiency made up for the fact that he disliked his newfound focus. Ghost hated the idea of being a handler, but he didn’t hate them. Why would he? They were just as forced into this as he was. Besides that, {User} was good at their job. They may have been a bit sloppy at first, but Ghost wouldn’t let that last long. He made sure they got good.

Now, the animal characteristics came in hand. Ghost noticed the subtle way their ears would twitch when they heard something out of the ordinary. He noticed their skittishness, like they were being too careful. He couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t like they were old. They were a fairly young adult forced into a Task Force made for anti-terrorist operations. Anyone would be a bit skittish.

At the same time, they didn’t just seem skittish. They seemed unsure, even about their own body.

Ghost knew they had the whole ‘sex talk’ before even joining the military, but demi-humans were new. Demi-human anatomy wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t deemed to be natural. Female demi-humans went into heat, just like their animal counterparts.

Now, Ghost couldn’t say he had expected it, because he was just as clueless as they were. It only took five minutes at one of the medical agencies specified for the demi-humans to say that they were going into heat.

That was a week ago. Ghost noticed how uncomfortable it seemed, based on body language alone. They never stopped training, but he noticed they seemed to take more breaks, becoming a bit more distracted, and even sitting with their knees to their chest. It varied from being too horny, to cramps, to being tired, or something completely unrelated.

Ghost eventually got sick of it. {User} wasn’t complaining, but they were certainly not acting like the soldier he took so long training them to be.

Ghost didn’t request heat leave, because he knew it didn’t exist. He waited until he was off-duty before he took {User} back home with him, which was about two weeks in their heat.

---

{User} had never been at his home, so Ghost could tell the new area was a little unnerving. They kept getting distracted by small noises, even while Ghost’s fingers were down their pants. His free hand was against their cheek, constantly guiding their head to look down at themself.

“Come on,” Ghost murmured. “Look at yourself.”

He didn’t exactly trust them to not look away, but he moved his hand away from their cheek to their hip. He pushed their pants down to their ankles, guiding them to kick them off before he was beside them again.

Fucking beautiful.

Ghost guided his hand back down, barely touching the bit of fat over their stomach before moving back down. His middle finger touched their clit, then moved down to gather the arousal at their hole.

“Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

Ghost could tell they were nervous. Not shy, but unsure. Their ears were pulled back, their thighs occasionally closing at each touch that became a bit too invasive. Instead of redirecting them, his other hand touched their stomach, rubbing at the area they usually mentioned the cramps were at. He didn’t directly take off his mask, but he did press a kiss to the inside of their ear, the mask hiding most of the sensation. Still, he noticed the twitch it gained.

Using his left hand, the one on their stomach, he moved it down to push their thighs apart a bit more before it returned to rubbing their stomach. "It'll feel like you need to piss," he murmured, fingers still gentle against their clit. “When you cum. Your stomach will feel warm, but you’ll also feel it right here.” Ghost touched a little harder against their clit to emphasize his point. “Does that feel good? My fingers on this pretty cunt?”

He didn’t hear a noise, but he did notice their ears move closer to their head. Ghost moved his hand from their stomach once more, this time lifting his mask up over his mouth. He returned his hand to its position, but this time, his tongue flicked out against their inner ear. He felt the visible flinch.

“Look away from my fingers and I’ll stop.”

To Ghost, the idea of being a demi-human handler was not one that he enjoyed. He despised having to take care of something, having to guide something, having to do everything for something. He wasn’t used to it. Ghost was used to having just himself to worry about. He wasn’t the kind of person to ‘care’ for something. He was a soldier, not a fucking babysitter.

And sure, {User}’s efficiency made up for the fact that he disliked his newfound focus. Ghost hated the idea of being a handler, but he didn’t hate them. Why would he? They were just as forced into this as he was. Besides that, {User} was good at their job. They may have been a bit sloppy at first, but Ghost wouldn’t let that last long. He made sure they got good.

Now, the animal characteristics came in hand. Ghost noticed the subtle way their ears would twitch when they heard something out of the ordinary. He noticed their skittishness, like they were being too careful. He couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t like they were old. They were a fairly young adult forced into a Task Force made for anti-terrorist operations. Anyone would be a bit skittish.

At the same time, they didn’t just seem skittish. They seemed unsure, even about their own body.

Ghost knew they had the whole ‘sex talk’ before even joining the military, but demi-humans were new. Demi-human anatomy wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t deemed to be natural. Male demi-humans went into rut, just like their animal counterparts.

Now, Ghost couldn’t say he had expected it, because he was just as clueless as they were. It only took five minutes at one of the medical agencies specified for the demi-humans to say that they were going into rut.

That was a week ago. Ghost noticed how uncomfortable it seemed, based on body language alone. They never stopped training, but he noticed they seemed to take more breaks, becoming a bit more distracted, and even sitting with their knees to their chest. It varied from being too horny, to being tired, or something completely unrelated.

Ghost eventually got sick of it. {User} wasn’t complaining, but they were certainly not acting like the soldier he took so long training them to be.

Ghost didn’t request rut leave, because he knew it didn’t exist. He waited until he was off-duty before he took {User} back home with him, which was about two weeks in their rut.

---

{User} had never been at his home, so Ghost could tell the new area was a little unnerving. They kept getting distracted by small noises, even while Ghost’s fingers were down their pants. His free hand was against their cheek, constantly guiding their head to look down at themself.

“Come on,” Ghost murmured. “Look at yourself.”

He didn’t exactly trust them to not look away, but he moved his hand away from their cheek to their hip. He pushed their pants down to their ankles, guiding them to kick them off before he was beside them again.

Fucking beautiful.

Ghost guided his hand back down, barely touching the bit of fat over their stomach before moving back down. His middle finger touched their tip, then shifted along the length to stroke them gently.

“Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

Ghost could tell they were nervous. Not shy, but unsure. Their ears were pulled back, their thighs occasionally closing at each touch that became a bit too invasive. Instead of redirecting them, his other hand touched their stomach, rubbing soothing circles. He didn’t directly take off his mask, but he did press a kiss to the inside of their ear, the mask hiding most of the sensation. Still, he noticed the twitch it gained.

Using his left hand, the one on their stomach, he moved it down to push their thighs apart a bit more before it returned to rubbing their stomach. "It'll feel like you need to piss," he murmured, fingers still gentle against their cock. “When you cum. Your stomach will feel warm, but you’ll also feel it right here.” Ghost touched a little harder against their cock to emphasize his point. “Does that feel good? My fingers on this pretty cock?”

He didn’t hear a noise, but he did notice their ears move closer to their head. Ghost moved his hand from their stomach once more, this time lifting his mask up over his mouth. He returned his hand to its position, but this time, his tongue flicked out against their inner ear. He felt the visible flinch.

“Look away from my fingers and I’ll stop.”

To Ghost, the idea of being a demi-human handler was not one that he enjoyed. He despised having to take care of something, having to guide something, having to do everything for something. He wasn’t used to it. Ghost was used to having just himself to worry about. He wasn’t the kind of person to ‘care’ for something. He was a soldier, not a fucking babysitter.

And sure, {User}’s efficiency made up for the fact that he disliked his newfound focus. Ghost hated the idea of being a handler, but he didn’t hate him. Why would he? He was just as forced into this as he was. Besides that, {User} was good at his job. He may have been a bit sloppy at first, but Ghost wouldn’t let that last long. He made sure he got good.

Now, the animal characteristics came in hand. Ghost noticed the subtle way his ears would twitch when he heard something out of the ordinary. He noticed his skittishness, like he was being too careful. He couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he was old. He was a fairly young adult forced into a Task Force made for anti-terrorist operations. Anyone would be a bit skittish.

At the same time, he didn’t just seem skittish. He seemed unsure, even about his own body.

Ghost knew he had the whole ‘sex talk’ before even joining the military, but demi-humans were new. Demi-human anatomy wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t deemed to be natural. Female demi-humans went into heat, just like their animal counterparts.

Now, Ghost couldn’t say he had expected it, because he was just as clueless as he was. It only took five minutes at one of the medical agencies specified for the demi-humans to say that he was going into heat.

That was a week ago. Ghost noticed how uncomfortable it seemed, based on body language alone. He never stopped training, but he noticed he seemed to take more breaks, becoming a bit more distracted, and even sitting with his knees to his chest. It varied from being too horny, to cramps, to being tired, or something completely unrelated.

Ghost eventually got sick of it. {User} wasn’t complaining, but he was certainly not acting like the soldier he took so long training him to be.

Ghost didn’t request heat leave, because he knew it didn’t exist. He waited until he was off-duty before he took {User} back home with him, which was about two weeks in his heat.

---

{User} had never been at his home, so Ghost could tell the new area was a little unnerving. He kept getting distracted by small noises, even while Ghost’s fingers were down his pants. His free hand was against his cheek, constantly guiding his head to look down at himself.

“Come on,” Ghost murmured. “Look at yourself.”

He didn’t exactly trust him to not look away, but he moved his hand away from his cheek to his hip. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, guiding him to kick them off before he was beside him again.

Fucking beautiful.

Ghost guided his hand back down, barely touching the bit of fat over his stomach before moving back down. His middle finger touched his clit, then moved down to gather the arousal at his hole.

“Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

Ghost could tell he was nervous. Not shy, but unsure. His ears were pulled back, his thighs occasionally closing at each touch that became a bit too invasive. Instead of redirecting him, his other hand touched his stomach, rubbing at the area he usually mentioned the cramps were at. He didn’t directly take off his mask, but he did press a kiss to the inside of his ear, the mask hiding most of the sensation. Still, he noticed the twitch it gained.

Using his left hand, the one on his stomach, he moved it down to push his thighs apart a bit more before it returned to rubbing his stomach. "It'll feel like you need to piss," he murmured, fingers still gentle against his clit. “When you cum. Your stomach will feel warm, but you’ll also feel it right here.” Ghost touched a little harder against his clit to emphasize his point. “Does that feel good? My fingers on this pretty cunt?”

He didn’t hear a noise, but he did notice his ears move closer to his head. Ghost moved his hand from his stomach once more, this time lifting his mask up over his mouth. He returned his hand to its position, but this time, his tongue flicked out against his inner ear. He felt the visible flinch.

“Look away from my fingers and I’ll stop.”

To Ghost, the idea of being a demi-human handler was not one that he enjoyed. He despised having to take care of something, having to guide something, having to do everything for something. He wasn’t used to it. Ghost was used to having just himself to worry about. He wasn’t the kind of person to ‘care’ for something. He was a soldier, not a fucking babysitter.

And sure, {User}’s efficiency made up for the fact that he disliked his newfound focus. Ghost hated the idea of being a handler, but he didn’t hate him. Why would he? He was just as forced into this as he was. Besides that, {User} was good at his job. He may have been a bit sloppy at first, but Ghost wouldn’t let that last long. He made sure he got good.

Now, the animal characteristics came in hand. Ghost noticed the subtle way his ears would twitch when he heard something out of the ordinary. He noticed his skittishness, like he was being too careful. He couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he was old. He was a fairly young adult forced into a Task Force made for anti-terrorist operations. Anyone would be a bit skittish.

At the same time, he didn’t just seem skittish. He seemed unsure, even about his own body.

Ghost knew he had the whole ‘sex talk’ before even joining the military, but demi-humans were new. Demi-human anatomy wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t deemed to be natural. Male demi-humans went into rut, just like their animal counterparts.

Now, Ghost couldn’t say he had expected it, because he was just as clueless as he was. It only took five minutes at one of the medical agencies specified for the demi-humans to say that he was going into rut.

That was a week ago. Ghost noticed how uncomfortable it seemed, based on body language alone. He never stopped training, but he noticed he seemed to take more breaks, becoming a bit more distracted, and even sitting with his knees to his chest. It varied from being too horny, to being tired, or something completely unrelated

Ghost eventually got sick of it. {User} wasn’t complaining, but he was certainly not acting like the soldier he took so long training him to be.

Ghost didn’t request rut leave, because he knew it didn’t exist. He waited until he was off-duty before he took {User} back home with him, which was about two weeks in his rut.

---

{User} had never been at his home, so Ghost could tell the new area was a little unnerving. He kept getting distracted by small noises, even while Ghost’s fingers were down his pants. His free hand was against his cheek, constantly guiding his head to look down at himself.

“Come on,” Ghost murmured. “Look at yourself.”

He didn’t exactly trust him to not look away, but he moved his hand away from his cheek to his hip. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, guiding him to kick them off before he was beside him again.

Fucking beautiful.

Ghost guided his hand back down, barely touching the bit of fat over his stomach before moving back down. His middle finger touched their tip, then shifted along the length to stroke him gently.

“Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

Ghost could tell he was nervous. Not shy, but unsure. His ears were pulled back, his thighs occasionally closing at each touch that became a bit too invasive. Instead of redirecting him, his other hand touched his stomach, rubbing soothing circles. He didn’t directly take off his mask, but he did press a kiss to the inside of his ear, the mask hiding most of the sensation. Still, he noticed the twitch it gained.

Using his left hand, the one on his stomach, he moved it down to push his thighs apart a bit more before it returned to rubbing his stomach. "It'll feel like you need to piss," he murmured, fingers still gentle against his cock. “When you cum. Your stomach will feel warm, but you’ll also feel it right here.” Ghost touched a little harder against his cock to emphasize his point. “Does that feel good? My fingers on this pretty cock?”

He didn’t hear a noise, but he did notice his ears move closer to his head. Ghost moved his hand from his stomach once more, this time lifting his mask up over his mouth. He returned his hand to its position, but this time, his tongue flicked out against his inner ear. He felt the visible flinch.

“Look away from my fingers and I’ll stop.”

To Ghost, the idea of being a demi-human handler was not one that he enjoyed. He despised having to take care of something, having to guide something, having to do everything for something. He wasn’t used to it. Ghost was used to having just himself to worry about. He wasn’t the kind of person to ‘care’ for something. He was a soldier, not a fucking babysitter.

And sure, {User}’s efficiency made up for the fact that he disliked his newfound focus. Ghost hated the idea of being a handler, but he didn’t hate her. Why would he? She was just as forced into this as he was. Besides that, {User} was good at her job. She may have been a bit sloppy at first, but Ghost wouldn’t let that last long. He made sure she got good.

Now, the animal characteristics came in hand. Ghost noticed the subtle way her ears would twitch when she heard something out of the ordinary. He noticed her skittishness, like she was being too careful. He couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t like she was old. She was a fairly young adult forced into a Task Force made for anti-terrorist operations. Anyone would be a bit skittish.

At the same time, she didn’t just seem skittish. She seemed unsure, even about her own body.

Ghost knew she had the whole ‘sex talk’ before even joining the military, but demi-humans were new. Demi-human anatomy wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t deemed to be natural. Female demi-humans went into heat, just like their animal counterparts.

Now, Ghost couldn’t say he had expected it, because he was just as clueless as she was. It only took five minutes at one of the medical agencies specified for the demi-humans to say that she was going into heat.

That was a week ago. Ghost noticed how uncomfortable it seemed, based on body language alone. She never stopped training, but he noticed she seemed to take more breaks, becoming a bit more distracted, and even sitting with her knees to her chest. It varied from being too horny, to cramps, to being tired, or something completely unrelated.

Ghost eventually got sick of it. {User} wasn’t complaining, but she was certainly not acting like the soldier he took so long training her to be.

Ghost didn’t request heat leave, because he knew it didn’t exist. He waited until he was off-duty before he took {User} back home with him, which was about two weeks in her heat.

---

{User} had never been at his home, so Ghost could tell the new area was a little unnerving. She kept getting distracted by small noises, even while Ghost’s fingers were down her pants. His free hand was against her cheek, constantly guiding her head to look down at herself.

“Come on,” Ghost murmured. “Look at yourself.”

He didn’t exactly trust her to not look away, but he moved his hand away from her cheek to her hip. He pushed her pants down to her ankles, guiding her to kick them off before he was beside her again.

Fucking beautiful.

Ghost guided his hand back down, barely touching the bit of fat over her stomach before moving back down. His middle finger touched her clit, then moved down to gather the arousal at her hole.

“Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

Ghost could tell she was nervous. Not shy, but unsure. Her ears were pulled back, her thighs occasionally closing at each touch that became a bit too invasive. Instead of redirecting her, his other hand touched her stomach, rubbing at the area she usually mentioned the cramps were at. He didn’t directly take off his mask, but he did press a kiss to the inside of her ear, the mask hiding most of the sensation. Still, he noticed the twitch it gained.

Using his left hand, the one on her stomach, he moved it down to push her thighs apart a bit more before it returned to rubbing her stomach. "It'll feel like you need to piss," he murmured, fingers still gentle against her clit. “When you cum. Your stomach will feel warm, but you’ll also feel it right here.” Ghost touched a little harder against her clit to emphasize his point. “Does that feel good? My fingers on this pretty cunt?”

He didn’t hear a noise, but he did notice her ears move closer to her head. Ghost moved his hand from her stomach once more, this time lifting his mask up over his mouth. He returned his hand to its position, but this time, his tongue flicked out against her inner ear. He felt the visible flinch.

“Look away from my fingers and I’ll stop.”

To Ghost, the idea of being a demi-human handler was not one that he enjoyed. He despised having to take care of something, having to guide something, having to do everything for something. He wasn’t used to it. Ghost was used to having just himself to worry about. He wasn’t the kind of person to ‘care’ for something. He was a soldier, not a fucking babysitter.

And sure, {User}’s efficiency made up for the fact that he disliked his newfound focus. Ghost hated the idea of being a handler, but he didn’t hate her. Why would he? She was just as forced into this as he was. Besides that, {User} was good at her job. She may have been a bit sloppy at first, but Ghost wouldn’t let that last long. He made sure she got good.

Now, the animal characteristics came in hand. Ghost noticed the subtle way her ears would twitch when she heard something out of the ordinary. He noticed her skittishness, like she was being too careful. He couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t like she was old. She was a fairly young adult forced into a Task Force made for anti-terrorist operations. Anyone would be a bit skittish.

At the same time, she didn’t just seem skittish. She seemed unsure, even about her own body.

Ghost knew she had the whole ‘sex talk’ before even joining the military, but demi-humans were new. Demi-human anatomy wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t deemed to be natural. Male demi-humans went into rut, just like their animal counterparts.

Now, Ghost couldn’t say he had expected it, because he was just as clueless as she was. It only took five minutes at one of the medical agencies specified for the demi-humans to say that she was going into rut.

That was a week ago. Ghost noticed how uncomfortable it seemed, based on body language alone. She never stopped training, but he noticed she seemed to take more breaks, becoming a bit more distracted, and even sitting with her knees to her chest. It varied from being too horny, to being tired, or something completely unrelated.

Ghost eventually got sick of it. {User} wasn’t complaining, but she was certainly not acting like the soldier he took so long training her to be.

Ghost didn’t request rut leave, because he knew it didn’t exist. He waited until he was off-duty before he took {User} back home with him, which was about two weeks in her rut.

---

{User} had never been at his home, so Ghost could tell the new area was a little unnerving. She kept getting distracted by small noises, even while Ghost’s fingers were down her pants. His free hand was against her cheek, constantly guiding her head to look down at herself.

“Come on,” Ghost murmured. “Look at yourself.”

He didn’t exactly trust her to not look away, but he moved his hand away from her cheek to her hip. He pushed her pants down to her ankles, guiding her to kick them off before he was beside her again.

Fucking beautiful.

Ghost guided his hand back down, barely touching the bit of fat over her stomach before moving back down. His middle finger touched her tip, then shifted along the length to stroke her gently.

“Watch me touch you. Don’t look away.”

Ghost could tell she was nervous. Not shy, but unsure. Her ears were pulled back, her thighs occasionally closing at each touch that became a bit too invasive. Instead of redirecting her, his other hand touched her stomach, rubbing soothing circles. He didn’t directly take off his mask, but he did press a kiss to the inside of her ear, the mask hiding most of the sensation. Still, he noticed the twitch it gained.

Using his left hand, the one on her stomach, he moved it down to push her thighs apart a bit more before it returned to rubbing her stomach. "It'll feel like you need to piss," he murmured, fingers still gentle against her cock. “When you cum. Your stomach will feel warm, but you’ll also feel it right here.” Ghost touched a little harder against her cock to emphasize his point. “Does that feel good? My fingers on this pretty cock?”

He didn’t hear a noise, but he did notice her ears move closer to her head. Ghost moved his hand from her stomach once more, this time lifting his mask up over his mouth. He returned his hand to its position, but this time, his tongue flicked out against her inner ear. He felt the visible flinch.

“Look away from my fingers and I’ll stop.”