Bestial Lust (The Owl House AU)

Oliver was shaking, his fingers digging into the grass as if he wanted to pull it out.

"I-I thought I could control it…" His voice trailed off. "I'm sorry for everything that happened."

Katya, still cautious, frowned.

"W-what else are you talking about? Who is 'him'?"

The initial anger and fear gave way to growing confusion. She just wanted to understand what the hell had just happened.

Oliver wiped away his "tears" and took a deep breath before beginning.

"I am a child cursed by lust. Since birth, this alter ego inside me, waiting for any opportunity to take control... Every time I feel a little excitement, it tries to get out."

He clenched his fists, his voice thick with frustration.

"At first, I didn't understand what was happening. It was just a strange feeling, a pressure building inside me. But over time…" Oliver swallowed hard. "Whenever I saw something that sparked desire, whether it was a touch, a smell, or even a simple thought, it was like something inside me came to life. An insatiable hunger… like my body wasn't my own anymore."

He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the moments of loss of control.

"I've tried to fight it. I've tried to isolate myself, to avoid anything that could affect me. But no matter how hard I try, this curse is always lurking, waiting for the right moment to consume me."

Oliver finally looked at Katya, his gaze filled with shame and despair.

"I'm sorry" 

Katya, now understanding the situation better, let her guard down a little. She observed the boy in front of her — strangely attractive — and felt a mixture of pity and curiosity.

"So I gave up on making friends... I isolated myself so that it would never happen. But when I smelled that scent…" Oliver looked up, his voice wavering.

Katya became tense.

"That beautiful sight... After seeing that, I couldn't hold it in anymore."

Her face turned completely red, and she looked away immediately.

Oliver lowered his head again, as if preparing to disappear.

"I'm sorry for everything. I promise I'll never appear in front of you again."

He quickly stood up and took a step to leave, but before he could take the second, her voice cut through the silence of the clearing.

"Wait!"

It was a desperate, almost instinctive cry.

Out of her field of vision, a huge smile appeared on Oliver's face.

Katya hesitated, then walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

"It was my fault... For doing this kind of thing here."

She herself didn't know why, but the idea of ​​never seeing that red-haired boy again disturbed her in a way that made no sense.

"What is your name?"

"It's Oliver," he replied, wiping away his "tears."

Katya smiled.

"Well... Oliver, right?" Katya hesitated for a moment, looking away. "I think we've been through too much to just ignore it at this point."

She took a deep breath, as if gathering courage before continuing with her heart beating abnormally faster.

"So... how about we start over? We can be friends."

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise.

"Y-you... You still want to be my friend, even after what I did...?"

"The anticipation mixed with confusion in his gaze made Katya feel strangely touched and strangely possessive."

"It's not your fault that you're like this…" she replied firmly. "And, like I said, it was my fault."

Oliver lowered his head as if he was about to cry again, but suddenly, he pulled her into a tight hug.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT DRIVING AWAY!"

Katya blinked in surprise, but then she felt it.

His perfume.

The warmth of contact.

A burning, throbbing sensation rapidly growing in his groin.

She jumped away, taking a deep breath so she wouldn't go crazy again.

"S-so... It's getting late! How about we exchange contacts?" — he tried to sound normal, but his voice came out shaky.

Oliver tilted his head, looking confused at the sudden change in behavior.

"Fine by me."

They exchanged information, said goodbye and went their separate ways.

But Katya walked fast. Very fast.

"Shit... What's happening to me today...?"

She needed to get home soon.

"Mas..."

She licked her lips unconsciously.

"That was so fucking exciting."

A perverted smile appeared on her face in the middle of the street, causing other demons to instinctively move away from her.

Then, suddenly...

CLACK.

She felt something grab her wrists.

Stopped. Looked down. Handcuffs.

She raised her head, confused, only to see a guard standing in front of her.

— Katya Difficult, you are under arrest for writing strange stories about food. Come with me to the reformatory.

She blinked.

It took a second to process.

— WHAT THE FUCK?!