The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She felt that subtle shiver in him. She was grateful. She owed him now more than she could ever pay back. A gift of such a pretty and useful companion, a roof over her head, food to eat a soft bed.

His whisper urged her on. Her lips brushed his shoulder.

“Such a gracious and generous lord.” She aimed to purr as she reached up to the space between his shoulder and chest. “I am ever so grateful-“ a soft kiss in that tender space. She reached half way up his neck, “I appreciate it ever so much.” She planted a kiss tenderly there on his neck, the jugular pulsing beneath her lips. He had already been denied her body those nights ago. She knew he wouldn’t be denied again without consequence. He made sure of that. She tried to think more of how grateful she was. How to show him that gratitude beyond kisses. Her eyes might betray her distracted mind. Appease him, please him, bed him. She reached up to his cheek, just a breadth within her short stature of reach and planted a hasty kiss there. They stood in the doorway.

“Does this please you, my master?” She asked in a husky whisper, gently grasping the fur behind his ear and down his neck.