Servicing

She let her eyes close again as he brushed against the curve of her cheek. His touch was so soft and gentle it left heat in its wake. Her lips parted in a slow breath, through her eyes fluttered open again when he heard her scoff. Her lip curved, just a little, into a smile. Liking his amused frustration more than she cared to say.

“I’ve never been taken with love before, Artorias, I think I might like to feel it, one day.” she admitted to her Master. To the wolf who spoke of the clean line between desire and forceful taking. Her previous Masters certainly had not considered a difference. Or if they had, they had liked the force. Liked to know they were taking something against her will. Liked to hear the soft cries of her pain, perhaps pretending it was pleasure… or simply liking the sound of her suffering. She had seen gentle love making. A male who might have penetrated her in force just moments before, might then take his Wife in gentleness. Right there in front of her, well she put herself back together again.

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