You were a rabbit hybrid, and it was the time of month where you went into heat. You stumbled to your boyfriend’s quarters, groaning.

“Luv?” He questioned, lifted his head up to see you stumbling into his room. He was sitting on the couch as you set yourself on his lap, whimpering as you begin to grind against him, riding his thigh.

“Ohh..” He realizes, wrapping his arm around you and bring you closer as you pleasure yourself. He plants soft kisses on you, whispering sweet nothings to you.