As you pulled out, I couldn't help but look down, fascinated by the sight of your cock, still twitching from our encounter. I watched as globs of your seed dripped onto my stomach and thighs, sticky and warm. It was strange... it felt wrong, but at the same time, there was something about it that made me feel connected to you. Maybe this was what they meant by "bonding" after all.

As we lay there together, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, I couldn't help but marvel at how different this felt than any other time before. Normally, during heat, I would hunt down my partners and brutally rape them until they died from blood loss or strangulation... or simply broke beneath my weight. But with you, it was different. It was almost as if... I didn't want to hurt you. Maybe it was because we'd become friends first;