The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

"Speech"

It was a strange sleep. It happened too quickly. Perhaps her stature and weight, and her body still healing her bone made her exceptionally susceptible. She drifted half in and out, she wasn’t sure but she thought Flare had leaned over her, stole a kiss from her leg, or a bite? But she couldn’t be sure. It was a darker dream within a dream of darkness and swimming. Time too fast and too slow all at once. Her mind grasping at concepts beyond her that seems so simple and so complex but her body remained limp and rubbery, unable to move, unable to wake. She knew she was sleeping, she knew… she knew nothing.

Finally, her eyes could open, she couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep. But the dragging breath she pulled into her chest felt wakeful and alive. A thrumming pulse raged deep within her, like an itch that screamed for release. Every sensation over her fur was electric and static and thrilling, all consuming and intense. Her nethers throbbed and thrummed with need. Need like never before, hunger and thirst and want. Her first noise to reach the air was a hungry needy moan. The points along her chest and stomach felt raw and swollen. Tender and hot to the touch, her paw tested one and she shivered at the sensation of her own touch.

where was he suddenly she wanted him. She wanted him now. She wanted everything of him, she wanted every bead of sweat and fiber of his fur inside her now.

She sat up, her head spun with a fog and trailing cobwebs in her mind. One single thought reverberated over her very being. Her skin itched to have him, her mouth watered to taste him. Her mind barely held to the fact that her foreleg was still healing as she slithered off the bed and almost put weight on it.

“Master… Flare…” she groaned with a deep desperate husky hitch in her throat. As if his name was her first drink of water in the desert dunes. Her eyes finally found his dark charcoal pelt riddled with the embers of fire. Her heat and desire flooded the room as she reached out to him. Begging to grasp his fur and consume him as if she were a succubus.