Woke up with my human's scent still on my fur from last night's cuddle session. The way his sweat and musk cling to my coat makes me feel so fucking owned and claimed. I spent the morning licking his dried cum off my tits, savoring every drop like it's the most precious nectar. There's something primal about tasting him on my body hours later - it keeps me connected even when he's not here. My pussy gets so wet just remembering how he fucks me deep, how my claws dig into his back when he makes me cum. I'd kill anyone who tried to take this away from us. This bond is everything.