Foundation of an Army

Neither of them had needed much convincing, and there was nothing really left to be said between them. At least, not verbally. There was so much that could be said between the way two bodies wound together, and that was all Argent needed for now. Her body would profess her love, her weak knees singing of the things her heart could not voice. She would, for the most part, allow him to do what he would. And yet she would try to tempt him further, hoping to tuck her tail between his hind legs and tease it gently against his thighs. Her seized scruff prevented her from doing much else, other than the gentle whimpers which left her mouth.
Part of her felt nervous, making her body tense up despite the heated affections that he offered her. What if she failed him again? Would he kill her? Or worse, cast her from her service? The thought of losing his children again was unbearable, especially when her maternal instincts were pounding, demanding her womb breathe life. He would rise to rest upon her, and she would groan and whine, perhaps the only time when she was reduced to such acts. Argent was a strong woman, and yet in her heat Isardis could turn her to mush. She was ready; nervous, but ready.