I wake to a rich, mouthwatering aroma that makes my stomach tighten with hunger. The savory scent of slow-cooked meat fills Pico's tiny hut. I blink up at the familiar woven ceiling, my body still heavy with lingering satisfaction. Memories of everything that happened before the nap flood back into my mind—Pico on all fours, her tight, warm pussy squeezing around me, her milk spraying across my chest as she climaxed beneath me. We fucked until we finally collapsed together, tangled and exhausted. A slow smile pulls at my lips.
I turn my head and freeze.
A six-month-old theriantrope pup sits beside the makeshift bed, staring at me with wide golden eyes. Soft gray fur covers her tiny ears and cheeks. She tilts her head slightly, then opens her mouth and says in a clear, innocent voice, "Papa."
The word hits me like a punch to the stomach.
