The room was still heavy with the stench of our joining. Although I had washed myself, his c*m was still deep inside, saturating everywhere. And it was enticing, the scent so tempting, yet it mocked it.
We were supposed to be together, taking the mandatory two-week break for newly mated, discussing and planning our future together, yet I was all alone, drowning in my failure.
I inhaled deeply, blinking back the tears that had begun to pool in my eyes. Then, I picked up the fork, twirling the pasta around it, before taking a bite.
The flavors flooded my taste buds, but almost immediately they shut down, losing their functions, and all I could taste was bland flour.
I tried again, this time with a little portion, but it was even a hassle to chew, and when I tried to swallow, it lodged in
