"What's happening?"
Roy lowered her voice, raising her arm to ruffle Soto's gray short hair. The fur of the Mixed Beastman was coarse, hard, prickly, with an obvious heat.
Soto didn't respond, nuzzling near her neck, suppressing a low whimper in his throat. He felt angry, but this anger had nowhere to vent, settling instead as powerless grievances and jealousy, trying to seek comfort from his owner.
Roy's lower back was being rubbed uncomfortable and hot. She stood forward slightly, the light sound of airflow mixed with laughter.
"Don't get horny out here."
Of course, she understood why Soto behaved this way. But she had no duty to transform herself into another kind of chaste woman, just to satisfy Soto's possessiveness. He was merely a subordinate, her property, and in a somewhat pleasing way, but this fondness had not yet elevated to the point of needing him exclusively.
"Master..."
