Servicing

She couldn’t help it. Completely, and absolutely against her will, she laughed. He had her. Artoris had very neatly boxed her in and left her no room to escape. For once, the idea of no escape was met with absolute happiness. The fading ring of her laughter shocked even her. When was the last time she had made such a noise? When had she ever done so to a Master?

And then, just to add the icing to the cake, that tough gruff Warlord that had barely said two words to her tossed her the first choice of meat. The fatty, juicy, meaty portions that had certainly never crossed her path before. She looked at the meat, she looked at the Warlord. She looked at Artorias, whose laughing voice added to the order. “Mad, you're all utterly mad” she whispered.

Still, an order was an order, no matter how strange it might be. She cautiously bent down, and tore off a small piece of the meat, and chewed. It almost melted in her mouth, she had never had part of the carcass so soft before. An involuntary groan escaped her lips, and she grabbed the meat and scurried back to her corner before either wolf could change their minds. Lifting her head only to say “I would be more than happy to accommodate any such request, Warlord”

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