We're finally sane now. Hungry and sane, I think to myself as we devour the baked potatoes and rice that Noelle had cooked. It feels like it's been forever since we've done something so… normal. Just eating together, without the haze of desperation, without the frantic need that had consumed us for the last three days.
Three days of knotting and coming, over and over again, until I thought I might actually lose my mind. I glance down at my member, sore, beaten, and limp. Gods, I don't think I can come anymore. No, I know I can't. It's overworked, and frankly, so am I.
