Chapter 343
Daphne
I've never hated myself more for consistently taking my pheromone suppressants than I do in this moment.
Every day, without fail. A small pill, swallowed with my morning coffee. A shield against the biology that could make me do things I didn't want, feel things I didn't choose.
Now she's everywhere. Her scent, her pheromones, begging me to knot her.
But the suppressants sit in my bloodstream like a locked door.
No matter how much I want to I can't. I invested in these suppressants. Made them myself, through my company.
Designed them to be effective, reliable, impenetrable. They were supposed to protect me from this world, from biology that wasn't mine, from losing control.
They're working too well.
"Please knot me." Her voice breaks on the words.
"Daphne, please."
System.
A pause. Then:
[Host. I thought you didn't want me around when you are... copulating?]
