Make Me Forget

One could say that she trusted him so much because he was a slave. He couldn't say a word about her sorrow unless she allowed it. They would be wrong, however. She trusted Basilisk because he was good. He was true. He was hers and he would never leave.

As he led her into her bed chamber and placed her among the furs, she expected him to take his leave. Much to her surprise and pleasure, the big, russet brute curled himself around her. Aslatiel nestled into his big, warm body. She needed this comfort. Anything to make her forget.

"Thank you, Bas," she murmured into the cream if his chest. Her eyes had already been closed but she opened them to look upon him. Raising her head, the girl placed a soft kiss upon the side of his muzzle. Right now, Bas was exactly what she needed. Once she laid her head down once more, she was out like a light.

- time skip?-