Snippet 3
Something I wrote a few days back, and decided was worth posting. Might continue at some point, no idea. anyway, enjoy.
Picture is a previous post, but it's fitting.
He slipped his hand down along her side, licking her neck softly. She sighed a little, reaching her hand back, to lay her hand over his, curling up a little. "Am I upsetting you," he asked after a pause, propping himself up on his shoulder, to look her in the eye. "I know you've been patient and...." she trailed off, reconsidering what she had started to say. He lowered his muzzle, to lay it on her cheek. "I will be patient still." he said softly. "sorry kit, I just..." he lay back down, holding her close. "don't concern yourself with me my lady, I am but a slave, not a suitor." he said plainly, with a smile. She looked back at him, a mournful look in her eyes. "You're more than that to me, I'm just not ready to sleep with you." she said slowly, as though she feared she would offend him. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. I perhaps let my manhood get the best of me." he said, with no particular emotion. She grinned a little at his mention of manhood. Some felt she was out of line keeping him as her personal servant, being as he was male, and an animal to boot. She did feel very strongly for him, and wanted to reward his faithful service. He seemed quite content to look but not touch, though she was aware that his body felt otherwise. A male in his condition would be hard pressed to suppress the physical signs of attraction, though he was doing rather well. "I would like a glass of wine, if you would." she said, changing the subject. Kitlian sat up, and swiveled his body around, rising off the bed, and walking over to the shelf on the wall. He retrieved a glass, and a bottle from the higher level, and poured a healthy serving, replacing the bottle on the shelf. She watched him, her eyes darting to the cloth over his groin, noting it still lay flat, despite having lay behind her, with only it between him, and her body. She had waited in bed naked for him to return from an errand, halfheartedly hoping she'd let him to her. Perhaps he knew she wasn't sure from the moment she invited him into bed. Either that, or he had unnatural control over his arousal. At worst, he was a gentleman. Though she though of him almost as a lover. He stopped in front of her, bowing, and offering the glass to her. Though he was technically her bodyguard, he was trained in hospitality as any other servant would be. She took the glass, and sipped from it, while he stood quietly, and settled his hands behind his back. She enjoyed her drink for a moment, before setting it on the beside table. "why don't you spend the rest of the evening training. I'm accompanying my father tomorrow to the town square to meet with the Common Lords." she said, picking up her drink again, and glancing at the door. Kitlian nodded, and exited, closing the door behind him. Samantha enjoyed the rest of her drink, before wandering to the window, to watch her stallion duel a castle guard in mock combat.