The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She displayed her throat, and begged for his assistance. So fragile, his little Demelza. So weak. He leaned forward, and lightly nipped her beared throat. His teeth pinched ever so faintly before he released her again. Accepting her submission, her apology. His body thrummed for a moment with the power he held over her, heat pooling in his eyes before he nodded his head. “Yes, so easily lost with you” He said dryly, poking at her weakness with his words before he moved to help her fill the water in the pot over the heat. Moving carefully, since the pot had already heated in the time it took to tend to her wounds.

He collected the diced rabbit chunks, and brought them to a place beside her as well. He thought fondly of the taste of her cooked food as he waited for her to cook.

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