In the middle of the night

Ultyr focused on his little slave's body and feet. Finding a stone between her pads he picked it out. His ear tracked Ganymede's movements as he spoke, ignoring the obvious tension beginning to build as he started putting the pieces together. His girl was... beginning to wilt? He lifted her leg up a little as if to pick her up but she was more limp than responsive. She was probably tired, he surmised, betting that his care of her pads was relaxing her.

His ear caught the muttered accusation as he lifted the last of Lailah's paws and worked the mint into her pads. He heaved a great sigh. His attention was fully on his girl now.

"I cannot expect someone such as Ganymede to understand the weight of leadership, nor God-hood. He probably would have been married off to a second son for an alliance at best if we had not come and conquered your lands." He spoke as he smoothed the fur over her foot. Her precious little flower was within reach. He brought a paw over her shoulder and drew a careful claw down her side.


-- a lil xx --

"Don't fret little kitten... Lailah" He rumbled, his nose pressed into her swollen abdomen. Soon it would be much larger with his brood. He brought that paw over her side and down to gently caress the space between her legs. Her subtle and brief reward for being so cooperative. He licked her ear and nudged his nose toward the half-forgotten rabbit. "Finish your meal and we can get some sleep." He commanded gently as he got up for one more patrol, perhaps leaving her wanting. Unriled in the face of Ganymede's grumbled words.