The atmosphere in the hut had reached a fever pitch, the air thick with a humidity that felt heavy and expectant. As Fuyu suddenly ceased his movements, Nula felt a jolt of irritation pierce through her blissful haze. Her breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches, and the sudden silence felt like a physical weight.
"You are worrying that you might hurt mommy and don't want to do it anymore?" she thought, her internal monologue a chaotic swirl of maternal instinct and a newfound, unbridled hunger. "Why? I was enjoying this... so what if I felt a bit of pain? It was a sharpening of the pleasure." She fought to keep her voice level, though the edges were frayed with desperation. "He is doing this by his own choice; I shouldn't force him," she reminded herself, yet the engine of her desire, once cranked to a roar, refused to be silenced.
