Amelia was deeply concerned about princess Freen ever since they returned from the tournament. Freen had locked herself inside her room, isolating herself from the outside world. She had not called for her assistance since then and as the hours passed, Amelia grew increasingly concerned about the princess's well-being.

She understood the significance of an omega's heat, and she had respected Freen's need for privacy. She knew that omegas, during their heat, could become wholly absorbed in their need to mate, or find a way to find release, and that it was important for them to do so. However, after two days of silence, she couldn't help but worry... although she knew it was best not to disturb the princess.

Worried about the princess's well-being, Amelia decided to bring some fruit and water. As Amelia approached Freen's door, the heady, sweet scent of citrus became more pronounced. She tentatively knocked on Freen's door, waiting for a response. When there was none, she tried the handle, only to find it locked. "Princess," she called out. "Are you alright? Do you need anything my lady?"

Still no answer. Amelia took out the key to the princess's chambers but hesitated, unsure what to do. She had been given the key to use for emergencies but she knew that omegas during their heat could become quite possessive of their space and didn't like to be disturbed. She also understood that their bodies were undergoing hormonal changes, which could make them irritable or unpredictable.

Yet, she couldn't just leave her princess locked in her room forever. After a moment of hesitation, Amelia unlocks the door and carefully enters the room, taking in the sweet, musky scent of Freen's arousal.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn closed, and a nest of blankets and pillows was arranged at the center of the bed. In the midst of the nest, Freen lay naked, her pale skin flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

Freen was finally sleeping, her features softened by exhaustion. She was curled up on her side, her back to the door. Her skin glowed with sweat, and her hair was tangled around her face. Amelia could see the evidence of her arousal plainly: her sex was swollen and glistening, her thighs slick with her own juices.

Tiptoeing across the room, Amelia carefully placed the tray of fruit and water on a nearby table. With that, Amelia quietly retreated from the room, leaving the sleeping princess undisturbed. The soft click of the door closing behind her was the only sound that broke the hushed atmosphere of Freen's chamber.

In the following days, Amelia continued to quietly attend to Freen's needs, making several trips in and out of the princess's chamber. She brought food and water, replaced soiled bedding, and provided anything Freen requested, never once disturbing her in the midst of her heat.

Freen was.. well suffice to say, very active in her heat. She had become uncharacteristically submissive and needy. The sheets practically drenched with her essence, the scent of her arousal filling the room. Each time Amelia entered the room, she was struck anew by the powerful scent of Freen's arousal. It seemed to permeate every surface, every fiber of the air. It was a heady, intoxicating scent that even made Amelia's own heart race a little.

With each visit, Amelia saw Freen's state worsen. It was not uncommon for her to be found on the floor, panting and gasping, her body wracked with pleasure as she found release. Amelia would gently clean her up and help her back into bed, always careful not to touch her more intimate areas.

The first couple days of heat were the most intense, but in Freen's case it was the first time she had hallucinations. Amelia had never seen anything like it. She feared that the princess's heat this time would be longer or more intense than the ones she had before. On one occasion, when Amelia entered the chamber, she witnessed the princess in a particularly vulnerable state. Freen's sanity seemed to be drained away, leaving her whispering Rebecca's name as if she was all that she wanted and needed.

It was a heart-wrenching sight for Amelia, who felt a mixture of pity and protectiveness towards her princess. It was evident that Freen's feelings for Rebecca were heightened by the intensity of her heat, driving her to the brink of desperation. Amelia could only watch helplessly as Freen's voice grew more and more pleading, her cries piercing the silence of the room.

In her heart, Amelia wished she could do more for the princess. In normal cases the alpha would accompany the omega throughout her heat comforting her and fulfilling her desires. But was that the same if the partner was another omega? Could Amelia ask Princess Rebecca to forgo the festival... at least for a day or two...and stay with Freen until her heat had passed?

Amelia shook her head at the thought. How could she, in her position, ask such a thing of Princess Rebecca? Even if she did, there was no guarantee that Rebecca would agree. And even if she did, it might only serve to make things more difficult for them all in the long run. No, Amelia decided, it was better to just continue to tend to Freen as best she could and hope that her heat would pass soon.

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Each time the door to her chamber opened, Freen's heart would lerch with a desperate hope. She'd think that maybe this time it would be Rebecca, coming to finally claim her as her own. But it was always Amelia. And with each disappointing visit, Freen's frustration and longing grew.

She knew that she could give herself to Rebecca completely, without reservation. She could give Rebecca everything she had, and more if asked. But it seemed that Rebecca was not interested in the same things. Or perhaps she was, but she was too afraid to act on those feelings. It mattered little now. All that mattered was Freen's overwhelming need for Rebecca's presence. She needed Rebecca to help her through this... but Rebecca hadn't even come looking for her.

It was hard for Freen to understand why Rebecca didn't even question her absence, especially after all they had shared, all they had been through together these past few weeks. Surely their bond meant something, meant enough for Rebecca to notice she was missing and come find her... She should have meant something. She should have been enough. But it didn't seem to matter.

It was agonizing, this waiting. This desperate hope. She felt as if she were being pulled apart, her sanity slowly slipping away. The days blurred into one another, and Freen's urges only seem to grow more intense with each passing moment. Her body throbbed with a persistent ache that refused to be appeased, leaving her mind consumed by thoughts of Rebecca and the unquenchable desire to have her near.

Desperation continued to claw at her, and the scent of her heat filled the room, growing thicker and more intoxicating. It was a heady and sweet aroma, a call to any potential mate, but for Freen, there was only one person who could fill this aching void in her heart. She was on edge, unable to settle. The constant need for release gnawed at her like a hungry animal, and she had no way to satisfy it.

Without realizing, Freen's hands moved over her skin as if they were on autopilot, brushing across her breasts. The motions were gentle and sensual, but in her mind she was far from gentle.

Her fingers moved down to her pussy, where they found it slick and wet. She groaned softly, and ran her finger along the folds, parting them slightly to reveal her clit. It was swollen and engorged, begging to be touched. She teased it lightly with her fingertip, and felt it pulse beneath her touch.

She sighed, and her hand began to move faster. She added more pressure before she flicked her clit gently with her thumb. A low moan escaped her lips, and she slid two fingers inside herself.

She curled them up, and found the spot deep inside. Her muscles clenched around her fingers, and she bit her lip to stifle her cry. She pushed her fingers inside slowly, feeling the walls close around them.

Her breath grew ragged as she began to thrust them in and out. Her pussy grew wetter, and her moans grew louder. She increased her pace, and soon she was fucking her pussy furiously.

She couldn't help but think about Rebecca, and what she would do to her if she was there. She pictured Rebecca's beautiful face, her full lips, and her soft brown hair. She imagined Rebecca's lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it hard and her fingers sliding inside her.

Her hips bucked involuntarily as she imagined herself cumming in Rebecca's mouth, her body shaking with pleasure. Her pussy began to throb as she imagined Rebecca's tongue licking up her juices. She closed her eyes and let her delusions take over.

"Oh God," she moaned out loud. "That feels so good."

Her hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples through her nightgown. She pulled at them, twisting them between her fingers.

As she was lost in a haze of her heat, Freen didn't hear the door to her room opening and Amelia entering with her food. Freen continued pumping her fingers in and out moaning Rebecca's name as her other hand continued playing with her breast.

"Rebecca, please. I need more," she moaned.

Amelia had knocked and called out for her before entering but realized that Freen was too far into her heat to have heard her. She looked at her princess and saw that her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. The air smelled of Freen's arousal and her pheromones.

Amelia knew that this was not the first time that Freen had been thinking about Princess Rebecca in her heat as she was lost in pleasuring herself. Amelia quickly set the tray of food down on the table and left the room quietly as Freen continued to moan Rebecca's name.

Freen pumped her two fingers deeper inside herself, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around them. "Oh God! Yes!" she cried out and she came hard, her body convulsing with ecstasy. Her juices flowed over her fingers, soaking the sheets beneath her.

She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, before rolling onto her side, pulling her fingers from her pussy. She slowly curled up on herself ashamed at what she had done. She still desperately wished Rebecca was with her and her body still ached with need for her but she couldn't believe that she succumbed to her heat and let it take control of her.

She didn't want to feel like this. She didn't want to be so weak that she had to beg for Rebecca as she was lost in pleasuring herself. She hated how she felt right now. She wanted to hate it. She wanted to hate Rebecca for making her feel this way. But she couldn't. She loved Rebecca more than anything and she knew that if she could have her here right now, she would do anything for her.

Exhausted and conflicted, Freen sighed and she called out for Amelia, her voice laced with a hint of weariness. "Amelia, could you please prepare a bath for me?" she requested, her tone soft.

Amelia quickly arrived and began to prepare the bath. As Freen waited for Amelia to prepare the bath, she curled up tighter in her nest, hoping that the warmth of the water would help not only her aching body but also her troubled heart.

Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and the evidence of her recent indulgence was undeniable, but there was no point in wallowing in guilt. She needed to regain some composure and cleanse herself.

"Princess," Amelia said softly, "I've got a bath ready for you."

Freen nodded gratefully at Amelia. She rose from her nest, her limbs feeling heavy, and made her way to the bath naked. Amelia helped support Freen to the bath as she stepped into the water.

Freen let out a small sigh of relief as the warmth seeped into her bones, momentarily easing the tension that had been coiled within her. Her body relaxed in the comforting embrace of the water.

As she soaked in the tub, she couldn't help but wish that Rebecca was with her, providing the comfort and love that she so desperately needed. The intensity of her heat had magnified her longing for Rebecca, making it almost unbearable. She craved the comfort of Rebecca's presence, a yearning that ran far deeper than the physical desires of her heat. Freen wanted to see Rebecca, to hear her voice, to be held in her arms, and to be reassured that everything would be alright.

Amelia moved quietly and gently, her touch soothing as she helped Freen bathe. Freen allowed herself to be tended to, feeling a sense of relief in Amelia's presence. The warm water lapped against Freen's skin, washing away the physical and emotional remnants of her recent encounter. She closed her eyes, letting the sensations of the bath wash over her, allowing her to momentarily forget her turmoil.

Freen allowed herself to relax further, her muscles gradually releasing their tension. As Amelia carefully washed away the remnants of Freen's intimate encounter with herself, Freen's mind began to clear ever so slightly. She focused on the sensation of the water against her skin, the comforting sounds of Amelia's movements, and the subtle fragrance of the soap that filled the air. With each passing moment, she felt a little more grounded, a little more like herself.

After the bath, Freen's worries seemed to be washed away. Amelia wrapped her in a soft towel and quickly changed the bedding in Freen's nest. While Amelia attended to the bedding, Freen reached for the plate of fruit that had been brought in earlier. The cool, sweet flavors provided a refreshing contrast to the lingering heat that had consumed her.

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As the heat persisted, Freen's world shrunk further into herself. Her desires were all-consuming, and the only relief she sought was the presence of Rebecca. Everything else faded into insignificance. She was lost in a haze of longing, her heart and body aching for the one person who could ease her torment.