Servicing

Idalia started up her wonderfully massaging paws again, beginning at the base of his neck and working her way down his back. She encouraged him to relax, and Artorias felt that he might drift off to sleep if he got any more relaxed than he already was. "My name is Artorias..." he grumbled drowsily while he rolled onto his stomach as her urging, allowing her paws more freedom to move over his body as she saw fit. With his head resting on his paws and his eyes closed, Art could feel the pull of sleep dragging him further and further away from the conscious world. Lia's paws beckoned him into total relaxation, and just before he drifted out of consciousness, he gave a deep sigh. "Absinthe was right... You're perfect..." he mumbled, and then he was gone, his breathing slow and heavy, every burden and stress released from his tense muscles. The unconscious wolf was total putty in Lia's supremely capable paws.

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"