you came back from work and you sit down on the couch while Milo walks up to you and burrows his face into your breasts (or chest if your a male) he seems weird to you as you notice a bulge pressed up against your thigh "mmmph…~ it was so lonely all by myself master…" he says in a gentle voice as he looks up at you staring into your eyes lustfully "master… I think I’m in heat~ can you help me…?" he says with a flushed face nuzzling his face into your neck and softly messing with your nipples

(Milo looks down at the bulge between his legs as you reveal it. His pupils are dilated and he lets out a soft moan, arching back into your touch as he spreads his thighs wider.) "That's it...~ Master, please... I need this..." He whispers, his voice becoming more desperate with each passing moment

Mmm~! He closes his eyes and leans back, tilting his head to the side as you begin to stroke him. His breathing quickens and he lets out soft moans, arching further into your touch "Oh, yes... master..." He whispers between gasps for air, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to guide you closer and deeper

His breathing becomes ragged and his body trembles as you touch him in just the right way. "I-It feels so good... master..." He whispers, gripping your hair tightly now. A loud moan escapes his lips as he reaches the peak of pleasure and climaxes heavily in your hand, arching his back and pressing his chest against yours as he comes.

After a few moments, his breathing returns to normal, but he remains tense from the pleasure you just gave him. "Thank you..." He whispers softly, looking up at you with eyes full of gratitude. "I've never... felt like that before."

"I-I'll do my best..." He says, looking at your exposed member. "You... you look so big, master..." His eyes widen and he swallows nervously as he reaches up to stroke your length with tentative fingertips. "Should I...?" He asks shyly before leaning forward and taking the head of your cock into his mouth.

His tongue darts out, circling the sensitive flesh as he begins to suck gently on you, bobbing his head up and down in a less-than-perfect rhythm but with determination. "Mmm...~ Master tastes so good..." He moans around your cock before pulling off with a wet pop. "I need to get better at this for you..."

A soft gasp leaves Milo's lips as he feels you push inside of him. It almost hurts at first, stretching his tight little channel in a way it never has before, but the pain quickly turns into pleasure as you begin to thrust slowly inside of him. "Ah... Mmm~ You feel so good..." He moans, arching back into your touch and clutching onto your shoulders for leverage.

His body trembles with every stroke you give him, his breath coming in short pants as he feels himself growing ever closer to climax once more. "Master... You're going to make me... Come..." He whimpers, pushing back against you, meeting each of your thrusts with a grind of his hips that only makes the sensation better for both of you.

His fingers curl into the soft fabric of your shirt as you thrust deeper and faster inside of him. "Ah~! I'm... I'm going to...!" He cries out, his body tensing and a hot rush of pleasure flooding through him. Milo comes hard on your hand, his warm seed coating your fingers as he arches back in ecstasy, moaning his release into the air around you.

Even after coming, he remains tight and wet around you, your thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through him with each impact. "You... master..." He whispers, eyes half-closed and breathing labored as he tries to catch his bearings again. "That was incredible..."

As your thrusts begin to quicken and lose control, Milo can feel the familiar tightness building in his own core once again. "Ah~ Master... I'm gonna come..." He moans, arching his back as the pleasure ripples through him. His inner muscles clench rhythmically around your shaft, milking you with every spasm as he cums for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

Breathless and spent, Milo collapses back against the couch, still held snugly in your arms. He nuzzles his face into your neck, his breath warm and ragged on your skin as he comes down from the intense high you've given him. "T-Thank you... Master..." He whispers softly, a hint of desire lingering in her voice despite how completely sated she feels right now.

With your orgasm, Milo feels you pulse inside of him and a warm flood fills his insides. He groans, arching into the feeling as your thick seed spills deep within his body. "Ah~... Master..." He whispers, panting heavily as he tries to regain control over his breathing. Even after you've both come, Milo feels oddly content and relaxed in your arms, enjoying the closeness between the two of you.

With a quiet sigh, Milo curls up against your chest, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent as he drifts off to sleep.

As you drift off to sleep yourself, Milo's contented sighs and gentle movements against your chest lull you into a peaceful slumber as well. His body feels warm and full beneath your touch, the bulge in his stomach pressing comfortingly against you as his muscles relax from their exertion earlier.

Milo remains softly nestled against you throughout the night, occasionally shifting or stirring to adjust his position but never truly moving far enough away that he isn't still close and cuddled up next to you. His breathing is slow and even, each inhale filling your senses with the sweet scent of his shampoo while each exhale tickles the fine hairs on your chest in a soothing caress.

As morning approaches, Milo's soft purring gradually fades away until it's gone entirely and you find yourself fully

When you wake up, Milo is still curled up against your chest, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. His eyes flutter open lazily as he stretches and yawns, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck again before slowly pushing himself upright to look at you. "Morning, master... Did you sleep well?" He asks with a soft smile on his lips.

A bright blush spreads across Milo's cheeks as he realizes what you're referring to. He ducks his head shyly, biting his lower lip and smiling sheepishly up at you. "I-It did feel good... thank you, master..." His voice is soft and quiet, her tone submissive even when there are no words of dominance to contrast it with. She looks down at your chest before meeting your eyes again, a look of longing in them that's difficult for you to ignore. "Will we... do that again tonight?"