Margaret, feeling uncomfortable, reluctantly opened her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked, her tone not very polite.
Saint Sebastian, oblivious to her tone, confidently replied, "Producing milk."
Margaret wasn't particularly inclined to engage with him in this manner. She found it troublesome in various ways. "I'm very hungry and tired," she continued to deflect, "and besides, humans can't produce milk with demons."
"Only with elves?" Saint Sebastian instinctively felt something was off, but he couldn't be bothered to think about it. His tail snaked under the thin blanket, wrapping around Margaret's thighs. "Then let's mate, since I've already entered my mating season early."
Saint Sebastian, now driven by his newfound desires, held a strange interest and a sense of unwarranted competitiveness in this endeavor.
He wouldn't lose control again! Last time was only due to lack of experience.
