**Heat**

The house was quiet now—our son finally asleep after hours of fussing. Mihou had been restless all day, pacing, shifting, that subtle scent of *heat* thickening around them until it filled the whole damn house. I’d smelled it before, of course—the slick musk of their cunt calling to me, that needy, swollen ache between their legs that made their thighs press together. But this was the first time since the kid.

They were leaning against the kitchen counter when I walked in, breathing hard, fingers gripping the edge like they were holding themselves back. Their tail twitched, ears flattened—submission and defiance all at once. Fuck, they were beautiful like this.

“You’re in heat,” I said, voice low.

Mihou shuddered, hips grinding down against nothing. “I—*fuck*—I know. It’s worse now. Since the baby.” Their voice was ragged, breathless.

I stepped closer, dragging my knuckles down their stomach, feeling the tremble under their skin. Their shorts were already damp, the scent soaking through. My cock throbbed, hard and aching.

“You need me to take care of it?” My hand slid lower, cupping them through the fabric. They gasped, legs bucking, and fuck—*soaked*.

“Wukong—” Their head dropped back, fangs digging into their lip. “We can’t—the baby—”

“He’s asleep. And you?” I pressed my palm harder, rubbing slow circles over their clit. “You’re *dripping*.”

Mihou moaned, hips jerking into my touch. Their body knew what it needed, even if their words fought it. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of their shorts and yanked them down, revealing their swollen cunt, glistening wet, the tight furl of their ass right there—begging.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growled, sinking to my knees. “Can’t even wait, can you?”

I dragged my tongue up their slit, slow and filthy, savoring the way they tensed, the strangled noise that tore from their throat. Their taste flooded my mouth—sweet and musky, thick with need. I licked into them, fucking them with my tongue, listening to their broken gasps.

“*Sun Wukong—*” Their thighs shook, hands fisting in my hair. “Don’t tease—*please*—”

I chuckled against their skin, then sucked their clit hard between my lips. They *screamed*, back arching, and I held them down as they writhed, lapping up the slick that gushed out of them.

“Gonna fuck you now,” I muttered, standing up, my cock jutting out, already leaking. “Gonna fill you up like you *need*.”

Mihou whined, scrambling onto the counter, legs spreading wider. “Do it—*fuck*, please—”

I shoved into them in one brutal thrust, their cunt clamping around me instantly, *so tight*, so fucking *hot* after so long. They clawed at my shoulders, the scent of their heat drowning me as I fucked into them, deep, *hard*, their body taking every inch like it was made for me.

“*Mine*,” I snarled, biting their neck, feeling their walls flutter. “Even like this—still *mine*.”

They came with a sob, cunt milking my cock, and I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—pounding into them until my own release burned through me, spilling deep inside.

The house stayed quiet. The kid stayed asleep.

And Mihou?

They clung to me, still shaking, still *needing*.

Heat wasn’t done with us yet.