Servicing

He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head, amused at Arts admittance. “You’ll have to watch that one” he warned. She was young, which meant she had been even younger when she had first become a slave. Her behavior would be pretty heavily indoctored in her now.

He started to carve up the meat while Art made his way over to the slave, draping a blanket over her. There was an impressive amount of Sirius in Artorias. Possessiveness, protectiveness. A greater kindness and stability, that came from a proper upbringing among family. Sometimes it made Sirius wonder if he hadn’t gotten drunk one night…

Shaking his head at his own thoughts, he looked up as Idalia made her way over to him. With a cheeky sort of eye for trouble, he pulled out the biggest, juiciest parts of the meat and tossed them before her. “Eat up, girl” he ordered.

"Sirius Fatalis"