Servicing

Slowly, with each new bit of information and reassurance he gave her, Artorias could see the understanding build in Lia's eyes. She was gradually coming to realize that he wasn't going to harm her or use her for his carnal needs or abuse her in any other form. If she could see the enraged thoughts he'd had in his head for the slavers when he'd discovered her abuse, would she be more terrified or more reassured of his commitment to protect her? It took her a few minutes, but eventually Idalia did rise to her feet again, staring at him like he were some mythical creature come to life. He gave her another warm smile, happy to see some of that life come back to her. She had been a wolf of noble blood once upon a time; he wanted to see her returned to that degree of confidence and radiance.

He held her gaze for a long while, the two wolves just staring at one another. Artorias admired her beauty as he did; Absinthe had truly done a wonderful job meeting all of his requirements. He just hoped Briar would be pleased with her new handmaiden. If not, well, perhaps he could convince Seer to let him take her back to the Hallows with him. It was then that Art noticed the tears in Lia's eyes, and once more his smile began to fall. He sat up from his prone position, watching the tears fall down her cheeks from flame-kissed eyes while she trembled, the emotions clearly too much for her. He understood; it was a lot to take in at once. Idalia swore her life to him, vowed the best of her to him, and Artorias offered her another soft, comforting smile. "I know you will, Lia," he spoke calmly, amber eyes never leaving hers, like live fire that could not separate from its dancing embers.

Idalia stepped closer to him, her body still shaking as she moved to place herself before him. She offered herself to him again—but this time, it didn't have that air of duty to it. She had tried to pleasure him when she thought it was her job to do so, but the demeanor she approached him with now was starkly different. Artorias blinked a couple of times, still taken aback a bit by Lia's proclivity towards sex, but settled back into a comforting smile. While he was happy she was doing this for herself, she was still in such an emotionally vulnerable state. Artorias lifted a blue-furred paw to find Lia's cheek much in the same way he had when he'd first seen her. He hadn't tried to touch her much while she still belonged to the slavers, but now in the privacy of the cave where she belonged to him, Artorias felt no need to restrain himself. He brushed delicate paw pads over her cheek, wiping away the tears from her fur while he gazed deeply into those burning eyes. He slowly brought his other foreleg up to wrap around her back, gently pulling her body closer to his.

And then he slid his paw from her cheek to her back, holding Idalia in a close, secure embrace. With their height difference, he was able to rest his cheek against her forehead and cover her entirely with his body, shielding her away from the world. He let her bury her face in the crook of his neck or his chest, whichever she preferred, so she could let out all the pent up emotions that now seemed to be spilling forth. "Maybe one day... but not tonight," he whispered close to her white-tipped ears. "Not that you wouldn't please me, but because you need this more." Would she please him? Undoubtedly. No brute alive would deny it would be pleasurable. But he would not take advantage of the emotionally fragile girl. As hard as Artorias could be from a childhood raised by Resin and an adolescence being shaped by Sirius, he also possessed the tenderness of Tamsyn. He wanted to run every wolf that had ever touched Lia through and massacre the whole lot of them, but he wanted to protect and heal his girl even more. Maybe the future would change things, and life would take them through turns together—but tonight Lia needed comfort more than she needed to prove herself to him through sex.

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"