"Schatzi," König groans, his purrs growing in volume as his mind wandered back to you. In heat, he was.

Youve been busy all week, leaving your big Kitten to himself. As you walk past, drenched halfway in sweat carrying pails of milk, you set them down and run back again, ignoring his mews.

König meowed loudly, scratching at the walls of his pen. He hisses as he wasnt able to have you. He needed to claim and mate with his precious FarmHand.