Of course not.

Peter wastes no time, he wants to breed you as desperately as you want to be bred, and without much in the way of subtlety or skill, he steps up behind you fisting his cock, aiming it at your hole, and sliding home, sinking to the hilt in one fluid motion. You moan out in pleasure as he sinks in, mewling a little as his barbs rake your insides, not entirely pleasant but also not painful. This is the way of your species, and like your mom some 20 years ago, you are going down a road with only one ending.

It doesn't take long and the two of you are going at it, two younger less experienced cats, breeding for the first time. He's pumping into you as you rock your hips, timing your movements to his, enjoying this moment, enjoying this intimacy. The sounds of young love, young lust, and breeding permeate the air, the smell thick as you two go at it with a ferocity unmatched outside of heat.