Hunting Pains
10-07-2020, 10:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2020, 10:50 PM by Basilisk II.)
She took the cloth, and Sirius was attending to her front, and with his body wrapped around her as it was, he knew the Warlord would have an easy time holding her down. He could only hope the Alpha had listened to him. As for Naiche, the warrior settled himself by the leg, preparing to set it when the order was given. He gave a few moments for the pain relief in the cloth to kick in. It wouldn’t be perfect, but anything would help. He couldn’t think yet about how this was Asla, at how the white bone gutting from flesh belonged to his dear Mistress. She was a patient, and he was a healer. One with very little real-time experience, and he knew that if he fucked this up she could be limp for life. No pressure, right? Not for a mindless slave that didn’t make decisions. He almost longed for those simpler days in the moment. He didn’t speak, not wanting to give Asla time to hear it and tense. First, he ensured the brace was nearby for a quick binding once the job was done, and then he gave a brisk nod, and together they pushed the bone back into place. |
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