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More? Like what? Like you not wanting to or being able to anymore. It was out before he realised it. Charon looked shocked at his own words for a moment, a silence fallen between them. As for chasing Hydra off for her heat... Charon shook his head -- of course not. That much was clear from his face. Maybe if not Amekaze, then Hydra could further their lineage. But she she lacked a deserving mate. And that would not still the stirring in his loins that had awakened with even fuller force since he had picked up his daughter's scent. It was perhaps that he did not wish to admit, even to himself, that it was her scent that drove him mad up the walls right now, that lead to this argument: to, rather than facing facts, using that tension and aggression building up in him to somehow contribute to a goal. Letting it out on Amekaze because it was better to fight with her over a -- in his eyes -- valid concern than admit it was his own daughter that awakened his desires to procreate anew. The thought alone disgusted him.

Amekaze's snarls did not help to settle his mood. Yes! he blurted out before he realised. Flustered, he continued: No! Of course it's not all, but it's a valid concern, is it not? You're not get any younger -- what I mean to say is -- Fuck it, Ame, is it that weird for you, that hard to believe, that I want to fuck you and raise more children with you? The hell do you want me to say? I love you, damn it, and I want more. She had always been on his page on this. What had changed? Charon looked at her, agitated, confused, annoyed. He just wanted his Queen back. The one who would never allow her daughter to breed or be in season at all before she herself had.