Servicing

He felt the gentle trembling of her beneath his paw when he touched her, saw the surprise in her eyes. It broke his heart and incensed that possessive fire within him. Idalia had been hurt by those in power over her, struck so many times that every touch looked like it invoked primal fear within her. Sirius had told him how some other cultures viewed and used slaves and he had believed him, but it was one thing to hear a story and another to see a delicate fae like Lia shaking before him. Sirius had told him he would have to decide for himself what sort of master he would be if he chose to keep slaves and servants. Artorias was beginning to realize he might have always known what kind he would be.

Lia's paw came up to rest over his on her cheek, as if checking to ensure this was reality. He couldn't fathom the world she had been in, but it didn't matter to him. What mattered was the future he could create for her. She would serve him and Briar faithfully and successfully, and he in turn would see to it that she never feared a physical reprimand again, never went wanting for anything, had a warm bed and a full stomach every night. He gently brushed his digits along the curve of her cheek, feeling silky fur trail between his toes. He gave her a soft reproving look and scoffed when she referred to him as "Your Majesty", wondering just how long it would take him to get his name to feel natural on her tongue.

"There's a difference between a rough you desire and a rough you are forced to take. I will never lay a paw on you to do you harm or force you into anything unpleasant," he countered with gentle words. Artorias was still innocent to the greater world of physical pleasures, and as such had never experienced anything beyond gentle lovemaking with Briar. Would he be the type of wolf to favor that sort of coupling over the softer mating? He was still far too young to know, and Lia sadly knew significantly more about it than he did.  

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"