The room was still heavy with the stench of our joining. Although I had washed myself, his cum 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,...