Sin might not have expected Arietta to give herself up willingly to him, but give herself up willingly she was. She was but this man’s little fox, his plaything and a fine puppet she had become. So willing to serve, so willing to do what it took to make him happy. Arietta would look at Sin in a way that showed her longing, her desire. The way he went from gently licking her wounds to nibbling down her neck had her shivering with pleasure. A moan escaped her, and Arietta would press into the blood stained man, breathing in his musky scent.
“I would never dare forget, Sin.” The devil would never let her forget. No, if she dared he would be swift to remind her with little doubt. The small creature would turn her head, licking his cheek with a whine.
“Take me.” She would whisper. “Take me and remind this very world that I am yours alone. That your blood will reign over this gods forsaken world.” Arietta would gently nip his muzzle, her eyes shining with desire.
She was not in heat, so no puppies were expected to come of this. But such a thing would come next season, with little doubt.
