Servicing

She held her bow until he addressed her, looking up at him in a flicker of surprise at his words. Another small gesture that marked him as different to those she had served before. As though he wanted her to be more than just a pretty coat, a piece of meat. She couldn’t quite label the emotions fluttering about in her stomach, but surely, surely this was better. Just one man and his Princess, rather than a large group of hungry marauders. “As you wish, My… Artorias” she said, struggling to verbalise the words.

He agreed to the massage, and she knew what role she would be falling into. Would he be a gentler lover then those that she had left behind? He was such a big wolf, that it frightened her a little. She knew better than to let any of that show.

Butterflies created by the unknown fluttered in her chest. The marauders had not been allowed to damage her in any way that would ruin her price. Art would have no reason for that rule. Would he be gentle? Or would she feel his fangs in her flesh? She followed him on quiet footsteps to the bedding he chose. He placed his sword to the side, and began to struggle with the straps of his armor. “Please, Sir, may I?” she said, determined to be the perfect servant. He agreed and she let her paws gently brush his fur aside and undo the buckle. She let her paws flutter gently against his skin, light as a kiss as she removed each piece and placed them with care to the side.

He lay on his stomach on the furs, offering his back to her. She knelt beside him, looking at his shockingly large form, the vibrancy of his blue coat. She trailed a paw down the seams of black and blue, marvelling at the colors. “I am truly surprised, uh- Artorias” She needed his name to sound more comfortable from her lips. That was what he wished she call him, and she would do it right. “You deserve every comfort” she said, as she began along his spine, needing her paws gently across his muscles, making her way to his back, and then up again. This time, she trailed her paws down to his shoulder, and then along his foreleg, and to his paw. She stopped at the pad, and applied gentle pressure between his toes. Circling her own much smaller paw gently across his. “Do you wish to sample your wares now, Artorias?”

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