The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

The dry cloth against her sensitive leg had her turning away from his work. Biting her lip to keep her from wincing in pain. Her face accidentally was pressed gently against his neck, where she could inhale his deep musk and the scent of the outside air infused into this fur. She breathed as he started placing the paste over her fur and brought her gaze back down to his paws working the medicine into her fur. As his pad grazed over the wound and her leg a soft electricity would run up through her core under her fur. Steadying her breath against the closeness they shared.

He slowly stopped, his paw feeling her fur as if it was drawing him into a reverie. Her body shook gently with a sudden shiver, the tingling sensation intensifying and urging her heartbeat to ramp up in tempo. She looked up to see if she could catch his eyes, where had he gone? He seemed to return and shook his head before she could. She pulled her lip, how could her body betray her like this? Every master that took her had never done any of this. They had never tended her wounds, or been gentle with her. Or made her body respond to them like this. He bound her leg. It was done. He narrowed his eyes at her last request, which she saw before she shifted her gaze askance. Her throat displayed for him.

She nodded while her eyes were on the fire.
"Thank you, so much Master. Y--es Master. May I humbly request simple assistance with the water?" She asked quickly, "I seem... to have lost my strength." She whispered shamefully as she bowed low to him, her eyes closed so she couldn't flinch if he decided to punish her for asking.

"speech"