Servicing

Seeing the absolute ecstatic bliss in Idalia's eyes brought another bout of laughter from the young wolf, watching while she scurried away with her meal after giving a groan of euphoria. He wore a crooked grin while he turned back to the Warlord, nodding assent to his assessment of the slave girl. "For as long as I can, I will," he replied, very consciously aware that sooner rather than later he would need to return to the pack in the south and resume his duties there. Artorias gave Seer a confused look, completely missing the double entendre of the term "massage", thinking only of how Idalia had relaxed him like no other. Although he guessed once you got married, only one wolf could give you massages. If that was the case, that sounded terrible.

"Suit yourself. They're incredible though, put me right to sleep," he said, still oblivious to Seer's meaning. Artorias ate the remainder of his meal quickly, his body thankful for the nourishment and the rest it was getting. "Thank you for bringing me on this trip, Sirius—and for teaching me everything. I've learned so much with you and the Armada, and you've treated me like an adult from the start, so... thank you." He licked the blood from his muzzle and teeth before giving the Warlord a grateful smile. He still had a few more weeks with the Armada, but even now he felt like he'd grown so much in his short time with his godfather. He'd experienced things he never knew existed, learned how to deal with situations he might encounter in his reign, and made valuable connections within the Armada. Day by day, Artorias felt like he was becoming more like the man he was meant to be.

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"