The carriage ride back to the palace was a tense and silent affair. Freen, who was now aware of her nearing heat, was physically and emotionally drained from the experience at the tournament. The effects of her intense pheromones were subsiding slightly, but the overwhelming need still throbbed beneath her skin.

Amelia sat beside Freen, offering a reassuring presence, but they knew that nothing could truly provide relief until she retreats to the privacy of her chambers.The carriage made its way through the bustling streets of the city, filled with people going about their daily lives, unaware of the predicament that Freen was going through. Freen tried to focus on the scenery, but the constant throbbing between her legs made it impossible. Her yearning and desire had grown so strong that it was almost unbearable.

Finally, the carriage came to a halt outside the palace gates. Amelia helped Freen disembark and make their way through the familiar halls until they reached Freen's chambers. The moment Freen stepped inside her chambers, she wasted no time. She hastily closed and locked the door behind her, preventing anyone from entering her room except for Amelia who had the key. She then turned her attention to the task at hand- creating her nest and satisfying her powerful cravings before her heat took full control.

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Freen tore through her room, gathering bedding, clothes, and anything else that could be used to make her nest. She moved with a frenzied and almost desperate urgency. She didn't have much time before the heat took hold of her completely. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she worked, the need for release growing more intense with every passing moment.

She was extremely sensitive to scents during her heat, especially her nest. The scents here at the kingdom of Lumina were foreign from her kingdom, but it was not as overwhelming as she thought. It did help a little calm her down, but there was still a part of her that felt restless and unsettled.

Fortunately, she had brought some of her own bedding with her to the festival, allowing her to at least create some semblance, even in unfamiliar surroundings. She arranged them carefully in her bed, trying to recreate the feeling of home as closely as possible. She also gathered some fabrics, cushions, and blankets that she had been using during her stay, creating a comfortable haven within the confines of her chamber.

As Freen continued to arrange her nest, her body continued to betray her. The scent of her arousal, the muskiness that clung to her skin and filled the air of her chambers and the release of her pheromones, was almost overpowering. Her clothes began to feel increasingly constricting. The heat that pulsed through her body made her skin prickle and her dress felt suffocating.

With trembling hands, she quickly shed her attire. She tore at the bodice, desperate for relief from the confining fabric, revealing her lace-covered breasts. The cool air brushed against her bare, feverish skin, providing some much-needed relief. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she continued to strip off the remaining layers of clothing, discarding each item on the floor around her. She removed the straps from her breasts and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples hardened as the cool air caressed them, causing her to shiver.

A small moan escaped her lips as she gently ran her fingers over them. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, her body aching with the need for relief. Her arousal was so intense that it throbbed between her legs. Freen knew that she had little time left before her heat overtook her completely.

Her skin burned with a scorching fever, each brush of air against her bare skin sending jolts of sensitivity through her nerves. Freen clutched at the edge of her nest, knuckles white, fighting the tide of desire crashing over her senses. Her core throbbed with a ravenous ache, demanding to be sated without mercy. All rational thoughts began to blur as her cravings grew, her mind consumed by a single, insatiable urge.

She finally succumbed to her desires as she crawled into her nest. Waves of heat rolled through her, each one more powerful than the last, stoking the ache burning within her core. She writhed amidst the soft fabrics, her movements growing increasingly frantic as the urge for release consumed her utterly. Whimpers and gasps tore from her throat, the sound of her escalating need echoing through the chamber. Freen's world had narrowed to this single, overwhelming craving that blotted out all else.

Her fingers began to caress her skin, seeking some relief, some way to ease the ache. Her left hand cupped her breast, making her close her eyes briefly and let out a long, pleasured sigh. They traced lazy circles around her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, crying out as her senses exploded. Her hips bucked into the air, seeking contact, seeking friction... But there was nothing.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her other hand wandered across the valley of her breasts, towards her stomach and down to her hips. Freen bit down on her lower lip as she felt her body tense up, her hips bucking slightly again but still found no relief.

Even with just this, she could feel her climax building. Her breath coming in short gasps, her chest heaving as if she'd been playing with herself even though all she had been doing was touching herself. Her hips bucked again, harder this time, and she let out a desperate moan as her fingertips brushed against her underwear.

With a sharp intake of breath, her fingers slips beneath the fabric, finally meeting the damp, aching folds of her sex. Her breath hitches , feeling a rush of heat and wetness as her fingers part her folds, revealing her swollen clitoris. She trembles, her hips bucking harder against her touch, her body arching into the sensation.

Her fingers dance over her sensitive nub, lightly circling over it, teasing herself, drawing out her arousal. She hovered over her clit a little longer before finally making contact. The sensation was so intense that she cried out, her body arching violently and her pussy gushing out more of her own arousal. She slid her fingers down over her folds to coat her finger and she couldn't help but to squeeze her eyes shut. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers became soaked in her juices that were leaking out of her.

She took her wet fingers and moved back to her clit and started rubbing it in slow circles. A wave of pleasure erupted and she let out another moan, this time louder than the last. Her breathing became faster and shallower as her fingers rubbed against her clit faster. She presses down harder, her fingers moving faster, rubbing, circling, flicking. Freen moans and gasps, her hips bucking wildly against her hand. The sensation was too much for her and she came with a scream, her body shaking violently as she did so.

Freen collapses back onto the bed, breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. She continued to rub herself until she stopped cumming and she laid there panting. Her hands slowly began to make their way back up to her breast and she gently massaged them. She hadn't even fingered herself yet and she had climaxed.

Her body feels hot and flushed, her skin slick with sweat and her own arousal. She closes her eyes, trying to catch her breath, but even as she tries to calm down, she feels another rush of heat building inside her.

The heat that coursed through her body made her skin feel like it was on fire, her veins pulsed with need. She wanted to be touched, to feel the weight of another body against hers. She wanted release. She wanted Rebecca.

Freen shifted on the bed, her fingers dancing between her breasts and down to her stomach. She arched her back, pressing her nipples into the palm of her hand, wishing it was Rebecca's lips she felt there. Her pussy ached for more, her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, and she wanted more than anything for Rebecca to be here with her.

She imagined Rebecca's hand sliding up her thigh, the warmth of her skin against her own, the roughness of her fingertips as they trailed along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. A vision of Rebecca straddling her, their bodies pressed tightly together, her lips trailing hot, wet kisses down Freen's neck and chest fills her mind.

Freen's breath hitches as she feels the wetness between her legs intensify, begging for release. She pictured Rebecca kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples, making her moan and writhe beneath her touch. And then, Rebecca's fingers, slick with her arousal, finally pushing inside her, filling her up, claiming her body as their own.

Her imagination only fuels her arousal, and she arches her hips off the bed, desperate for the real thing. She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, and spreads her legs, presenting herself to the empty room.

Her heat was far from over. She was delirious and all she wanted was to relieve herself. There was nothing in her mind except fixing her urges... and of Rebecca. Freen wanted to call out to Amelia to ask her to call for Rebecca to ease her torment. But she was far too ashamed to do so. No, she would just have to suffer through it alone. All she can do is think of Rebecca as she pleasured herself over and over again.

Freen pulled her underwear off and threw it aside. She then spread her legs apart and used her index and middle finger to rub herself, coating her fingers in her juices. She felt her body shuddering with pleasure. She was so close to cumming again and she hadn't even penetrated herself. She closed her eyes and imagined Rebecca there, her hands on her, her lips kissing her, her tongue sliding inside her mouth.

She moaned as she imagined Rebecca with her making her feel sooo good. She then slowly penetrated one of her fingers inside, feeling the hot, wet heat envelop it. She moaned louder, arching her back as she thrust her finger in and out of herself.

Her other hand found its way to her clit, rubbing it in small circles, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Freen could feel her climax building, her muscles tensing, her breath becoming ragged.

"Oh, Rebecca..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please....ngggg....more..."

Freen's finger moved faster and faster inside of her, her hips bucking against the bed as she tried to chase the feeling of being filled by Rebecca. She closed her eyes, imagining Rebecca's body pressed against hers, the warmth of her skin, the weight of her breasts against Freen's own. The sensation was almost too much to bear... but it wasn't enough...she needed more.

Removing her finger in a desperate moan, she inserted another finger. It only took her a second to get used to two fingers inside her and soon she was fucking herself with both her fingers as fast as she could, lost in a haze of pleasure.

She bit down on her lower lip as she felt her body start to shake. Freen closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Her back arched and she started to thrust her hips up into the air as her fingers pumped in and out of her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, giving herself over to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans became more frequent as she neared her climax.

Her breath hitched as her orgasm built, muscles tensing, her whole body shuddering with anticipation. She threw her head back against the pillow, cries muffled by the soft material as she came, her fingers moving frantically inside her, her other hand still squeezing and massaging her engorged nipple. The pleasure was almost too intense, but she welcomed it, needing the release.

Suddenly, she couldn't take anymore as an intense orgasm wracked her body. She felt the waves of pleasure rush through her as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her. She kept on going until she finally collapsed on the bed, her body going limp as she lay there panting, her chest heaving.

As the climax washed over her, Freen surrendered herself to the blissful release, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She lay there panting, her senses still ablaze with desire but much more subdued. Her hazy mind began to clear slightly as the first rush of heat subsided, leaving her in a state of vulnerable calm. She let her eyes flutter shut, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm as it faded slowly from her body. Her skin tingled where it touched the sheets, and her sex felt warm and relaxed.

Lying in her nest, spent and sated, Freen's breathing gradually steadied. She lay sprawled across her makeshift nest, her body drained and her limbs heavy with fatigue. Every ounce of energy she had seemed to have been expended. Her throat felt parched, and she longed for water, but she lacked the energy to move even an inch.

All she wanted now was to sleep, to regain some energy before her pheromones started to release again. The room was still filled with the lingering scent of her pheromones, but in her weakened state, she was barely conscious of it. Her eyes fluttered as weariness washed over her, and with a contented sigh, she finally succumbed to a satisfied languor.

Exhausted and overwhelmed with emotion, she drifts off to sleep, her mind filled with images of Rebecca. The last thing Freen remembers before falling asleep is the look of Rebecca's face when she fingered her to climax, her lips parted in a soft moan and her eyes closed shut.