[Salamander]

“What are you— oh, fuck.” Crim winced as the hand touched her, sending a sudden jolt up her spine.  The mysterious scent was growing stronger, and now she had a name for it. She gasped slightly as the thick aroma of the wasp’s heat began to choke out her judgment. She shook her head in a weak attempt to stay sane. Damnit,  why did this guy have to smell so nice?! She glanced down at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and desire. A burning sensation spread throughout her body as her own rut responded to the pheromones. “Yes. I’m…..I'm okay. I’m fine. Never better.” Her hands trembled, causing her to drop her half-empty cup, which landed with a clang and rolled into a corner. Crim tore her eyes away and stared into the fire. A twig snapped, causing another flurry of sparks to fill the cave. ‘What are you doing?! Keep it together!’, Her conscience screamed at her, despite the rapid beating of her heart. Breathing slowly, she placed her hand over the one stroking her thigh. "I've never felt better."