Jules' pov
I didn't know whether to scream or cry.
It was the third day of Blaze's rut, and so far, it feels like I had become a completely different person in the span of three days.
I was currently straddling Blaze's laps and he was fingering me, hand and fast, then slow and teasing till I was a complete mess atop him.
The past days had mostly flown by in a blur. I had gotten knotted so many times that I had ended up losing count. Blaze didn't even want to get anything into his stomach, he didn't want to leave me enough for me to get some snacks from the pile in the corner. The water and fruits I managed to get him to eat here and there were only possible after a lot of begging and bargaining: he fucks me as I get him to get something into his stomach.
