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“I don’t know. Your body has a lot to catch up on. Could be days… could be weeks… could be months…”

“Months?!”

“Hm… that’s just my wishful thinking. I’d keep you out here for years if I could get away with it.” I lick his cheek.

“No, you wouldn’t. You’d get bored of me.”

“Bored, maybe. Of you? Never…”

“You don’t think I have to… catch up onallmy missed heats… do you?”

“I don’t know. It’s probably not that extreme. You have a hormone cycle that just went from zero to two hundred. It mightbe irregular for a while. Your heats could be longer or more frequent until you regulate.”

“Oh…” He shifts, sitting up slightly, and the movement tugs on my knot.

I grunt at the wave of pleasure, my cock throbbing in response.

“Stop that,” he murmurs.

“If you move, it’s gonna do that. I don’t control it.”

He moves carefully, adjusting his cheek on my breast until he can look up at me.

I lean down and kiss his forehead.

“You’re oddly analytical sometimes, for being… you.”

“I’d hope I’m getting at leastsomemileage out of a degree in physics.”

He makes an exasperated noise and rolls his eyes.

It’s adorable.

Against my breasts, he mutters, “Someday I’ll find something you’re bad at.”

“I look forward to trying.”

“You’re not supposed to be chipper about it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Think about how many things we’ll get to try along the way. I could be terrible at skydiving, for example. Maybe I’m useless in an escape room. Or… oh, those people who carve wood with chainsaws? I could be dreadful at that.”

Despite himself, Mylo laughs against my chest. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

A peaceful calm rises around us, and I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed in… ever. There’s not a problem in this world that Mylo’s heartbeat and sweet breath couldn’t soothe.

Eventually, he asks, “So, am I going to be stuck on you like this for the whole heat?”

“I hope not. You’ll probably be able to escape within the hour. You have many more knottings and lockings to look forward to before your greedy ass is sated, I’m sure.”

“I’m notgreedy.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m not!”

“I didn’t sayyouwere, I saidyour assis greedy. You keep…ngh, milking it out of me…” I shudder as another gentle climax rolls through my body, pumping Mylo with yet more heat.