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She smiled into the bed. Okay, then.

“Exclusive but casual,” he said softly. “So, we just fuck, and we don’t… have to go to dinner and watch movies together and snuggle and feed each other desserts and buy each other Valentines or whatever.”

“No snuggling, check,” she said in a wry voice. “No gifts.”

“You think I’m a fucking jerk,” he said. “Maybe Iama fucking jerk.”

“I’d rather know the score going in,” she said. “If we’re honest with each other about what it is then we both know. No surprises.”

“You don’t want an exclusive situationship, do you?”

“Well, I don’t know, it might not be that bad,” she said, thinking about it, smiling to herself. “I do really like your knot, you know. I don’t want to give up the knot.”

He rolled his hips against her. “Yeah, okay, good. Tell me more about how much you like my knot.”

She giggled.

“I mean, I like it, too. My knot, that is, and I like the way it feels stuck in you, and I like your pussy a lot too, and it’s just so fucking hot to look down and see you all filled up with me, right here, under your cute little tail.”

She let out a little moan, wriggling her tail at him, wriggling herself around his knot. “How long until it goes down?”

“Twenty minutes tops,” he said. “You look very good with my knot in your pussy, Eiren. Very fucking good.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“WE LIKE TOpretend, men do,” Athos was saying. He was a little bit drunk, and Tawny wasn’t, due to the possibility that she was pregnant, and the fact that she was being careful about that kind of thing.

The two of them were sitting at the bar at a local place. They’d eaten dinner here because there was nowhere to sit in the restaurant, and Tawny had asked if the bar was open, and the waiter had sat them here.

Now, they were in the middle of a conversation with two guys in suits, a squirrelkin and a foxkin, who were also a little bit drunk.

“Pretend what?” said the foxkin.

Tawny rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard this one before, I think.”

Athos grinned at her. “We can go. You’re done eating, right?”

“You’ve still got beer left.” She pointed. “You can finish that, finish your conversation, finish being a sexist jackass.”

He snorted. “I am not sexist.”

“Mmm,” she said, sipping at her own drink, which was a soda. “Sure.”

“I’m the opposite of sexist,” he said to the foxkin. “Pretend that women need us.”

The foxkin laughed. “Okay, I’ll bite. What the hell do you mean?”

“Women don’t need men,” Athos said. “Women have never needed men. You look at any number of species out there, including our own, and women are just fine without men. They do everything all on their own. They see to their own survival and protect their young and maintain family connections. So, men need women, but women don’t need men.”

“You spend a lot of time listening to podcasts about alpha men and red pills, don’t you?” said the squirrelkin, sipping at his cocktail.

“No,” he said. “I hear that stuff, the things those kinds of people say, and they’re right, but they’re also wrong. They make one critical mistake.”

The squirrelkin snorted. “You bring this guy into public often?”

“What can I say?” Tawny said, smirking. “I need him.”

“Oh, I see what you’re doing,” Athos said, pointing at her. “I see that. But look, here’s the critical mistake. The mistake is bringing value or morals into it. They assume that it’s better for us to follow nature, but nature doesn’t think that way. Nature justis.”

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