Deepwood Weald let there be more light

Still entranced, he watched her lips and pursed them in kind, letting out a pleased, Mmmmmmmm, in response. Not quite to the 'Mama' stage yet, but getting there.

But lest Simbelmyne thought her teats were safe from assault. . .

Kitimat wriggled back to her belly, finding a nipple and latching on with ferocity. Milk came fast and warm, and he suckled, eyes rolling slightly back.

One day, he'd give life and limb to his mother for her own comfort.

For now, he feasted upon her energy.