“Speak. So it is not resonance, then? You would not be so prickly if it was. You would be strutting about, waving your cock as if it is the most clever of creatures for spawning a kit in a female, just like those two do.” He waves a hand at Cashol and Zolaya. I snort. “You did the same when your Mah-dee resonated to you.” “I did,” he agrees, good-naturedly. “I was so proud of my cock you would think it had dragged on the ground because of its size.”
