New Thangs

Since he had corrected her mistake of hiding from him they had been a bit more tense together. As he turned the recent memory in his head he realized he had let his fear control him. His fear that she had betrayed him, or been taken away from him. Here she was attempting to mend that rend and please him by gently massaging the knots in his muscles.

His displeasure and fear had started to color his perception of her. Though it was her fault for letting him come to these ideas, he appreciated her efforts to soothe him. With a relaxing sigh, he began to melt under her ministrations, then began to guide her movements to better effect.

"A little harder there." He said softly, "Follow that hardness up to the root and hold it to the count of ten." This way she could learn of the different muscle groups that held their bodies together.

The warmth of the spring and her working his muscles made him relax more and more. The ruffle of the soft wind in his fur carried the scent of hers wafting up to him. And her gentle pressure along his neck almost felt like tender kisses. Perhaps she was ready to bring forth his first collection of servants and soldiers... He could train them to fight in... a season? By the end of next season, he would have the start of his army... Then perhaps he could head back to Archnemes and reclaim what was his this time next year. Yes...