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"Mistress I-"

"I know, it's not your place to question. But for now, question away, Aynette" From across the table, the jackal gets a warm grin and a pair hands crossed expectantly beneath a gold-furred chin.

"With all respect that is due I- I think this is a bad idea, I don't yet understand enough about my blood... I don't want to risk-"

"Have you not bled yourself before?"

"Of course mistress, but It's not myself I'm worried about" Aynette states flatly as she shifts within the folds of her white blouse, trying her best not to show the unease that bubbled within her form. What was with her sudden desire for this, and why today?

"I'll be fine, my darling, you described the effect yourself. Like any toxin, your blood is deadly only in large doses, was that a lie?"

"N-no it's just- I can't predict what the possible effects would be, it could very well end up killing you" Aynette finished with a sigh, looking down at the floor rather than the grinning fennec fox at the head of the table.

"Then we shall start with only the smallest dose possible. Do you have the sword on you now?"

"Always, milady" Aynette said, resigning to whatever this was with a sigh. "But I don't exactly intend to draw a weapon indoors, lend me a knife, if you would" The jackal steps forward to hold forth a gray-furred palm, into which was gently slipped the smooth, vaguely square handle of a dining knife, pure silver. A glass of wine follows soon after, but not before a quick sip is taken, of course.

The deep red fluid still wobbled from its sliding journey across the tabletop. Casting Aynette's reflection in circles of distortion as she gazed down at it with eyes that every day, she swore were more orange than brown- Ever since she'd gotten her hands on the damn blade. For a moment she's just glad to be out of the cold, gray gloom of those caves. And here among aristocracy again, even playing the role of a mere servant as she was. To one who had consistently revealed a weakness for the esoteric and it's temptations, and one who's attention was now on the unique attributes her servant had acquired from the accidental discovery she'd made during her previous employ.

Don't.

"What?" Aynette's words had left her nearly as soon as the sensation had struck her.

Don't. It was more of a feeling than a word. Welling in her chest and spilling across her system, rising like a haze of smoke against the boundaries of her vision. One single, all-encompassing sensation: 'Don't'

"What was that?" The fennec had her head cocked to one side in a classic gesture of intrigue.

"I... Don't know" Aynette exclaimed, realizing that the fingers in which she held the knife were trembling.

"Well?"

The jackal detected her mistresses' impatience, but for whatever reason, she just didn't feel like she should move any further. Of course she wanted to obey the command she was given, but every nerve in her body was screaming out a warning. One that stood against all logic. Could she not just bleed herself into this glass? What exactly was the problem?

Looking up from the crimson mirror and into a pair of blue eyes that narrowed in disappointment, Aynette knew this vulpine girl was feeling much the same. After all, she was asking something so simple of the servant who only a fortnight ago had run herself through without pause in order to impale the emaciated, grey form of a bestial intruder that had leapt onto her back during a midnight attack on their grounds. Her most prized bodyguard, the girl who could tear her own blood out as iron splinters at a moment's notice in order to defend her employing household, was now hesitating at the thought of joining simple culinary blade to skin.

"Are you feeling alright, Aynette? Should we seek professional help?"

"No need, as wonderful as ever, mistress-" Aynette grunted, bore her teeth down into one another- and plunged the knife downwards and into her flesh, before tearing sideways. Finally opening her veins and their contents to the air. Fresh, rich blood immediately began to pool in the crook of her wrist. But a simple lance of pain and the sleepy, leaden feeling of rushing blood loss that Aynette was so used to by now never came.

In their place is something searing, like flames flickering and pinching at the flesh of her arm. Aynette didn't realize it at first, but she'd shut her eyes closed in the face of this new pain. And now with them open and her wound in full view, the girl was struck by the unexpected sight that was fire licking across the palm of her paw. Flame that was, strikingly enough, blazing with a pale blue hue.

"Aynette!"

"I see it! I see it!" Aynette cried, the knife had already been hastily discarded and returned to its place on the table. Meaning that the jackal was free to cradle her wrist in the opposite hand, wisps of acrid smoke licked off it's surface, smelling of meat. Something within Aynette withdrew at the idea of glancing at the affected area. She wasn't sure why, either. She'd seen her own flesh parted by her blade many times. Her blood beading and weeping from angry, violated skin. This was different though, everything in her mind screamed at her that she'd sustained something dangerous. And for all appearances, that now appeared to be true. Her wrist looked as if it were diseased, as opposed to burnt. With fur blackened and curling away to expose flesh that bubbled and seethed. The barest hints of blood still welling from her cauterizing cut.

Aynette flinched, knowing that the subtle murmur from the girl at the other end of the table was one of concern. She had other matters and of course, a reputation to attend to first. And with a grimace, the jackal took hold of that ruined area of skin and squeezed. It was like being on fire all over again, flashes of color took shape in the darkness that shrouded her squinted eyes as she tried to resist the pain of squeezing what turned out to be a fairly sumptuous amount of blood into the glass below. Contaminating the wine's hue with deep, velvety clouds.

"I-I'm so sorry, Aynette. Just try to get some rest. The fennec said, voice laced with worry. "Silver, though? Why silver?" She'd whispered it under her breath, though Aynette heard it all regardless. With a grunt, the jackal simply took the glass in a shivering hand, gripping it by the neck. And carried it up the table to her awaiting employer.

"Mhmm... Silver. You aren't... your affliction isn't Ohnmaran is it?"

"With respect, I don't consider it an 'affliction' my lady. Whatever this is, it's surely helped me protect you and myself. The source be damned, I certainly don't feel much different" Aynette said, trying to keep the ruse of confidence up despite the fact that her words were utter dishonesty. It was there, even now. Trembling in the roots of her mind, that same ghostly 'don't'. Not instinctual, but present, personal. And now it was enough to make her fur stand on end. As if some forceful set of eyes were glaring at her from below.

No, not just her. The mistress too, was the focus of this invisible ire that Aynette had previously sworn only she could feel. As the fennec lifted the glass with a rather nonplussed look on her face and started to drink deep of blood and wine together. With nary the twitch of an ear towards the direction of the floor. A floor beneath which her servant could've sworn she'd heard someone, a thought, a voice- reverberating from beneath the carpet.

Is this the direction your kind has chosen in our exile? To waste away in decadence and orgy? To grow fat off the fruits of my siblings' labour? This is how you'd treat our sacred blood? You disgust me. No, she disgusts me, she is one unworthy of even your worst poison. And the manner in which you drew it... revolting in it's nativity. That silver will end you, girl. Are you feeling hungry after that? Want your arm back to the way your lustful society wishes it to be? Then partake of your 'mistress'. Sooner, rather than later, I might add. For this blessing we share is not spread so easily to the unworthy.

"Who's there!?" Aynette growled, her ears spun about atop her head. Scanning the silent dining room for any further words from what now seemed to be everywhere all at once, like an abrupt daydream. But it would not be words that came to the jackal next. Rather, she would find herself knocked off balance by a body. That of her own mistress's in fact. managing only to let out a yelp before she was thrown into the wall behind her through sheer force of impact. The well-dressed canine crumpling to the floor.

Aynette took a moment to gather breath previously knocked free. And turned her wincing eyes up to see the vixen standing there, hands balled into fists and teeth bared in a manner that Aynette thought was most uncharacteristic, humorous even. Were the mood now lingering over them not the dark, heavy sense of foreboding that came in the direct aftermath of such an unexpected assault. "Wh-what?"

"I don't feel right, Aynette..." The girl mumbled back, her eyes were locked to her servant's orange, their pupils noticeably dilated, like two black spots trying to take over her entire face. "It w-was something in the blood... something in your mind, Aynette, it's... it wants me to fight you!" The fennec growled, baring her claws in a pose that might have been intimidating- Had Aynette not stood nearly a head and a half higher than her. "I can't... Hold on- it's too strong... It hurts, Aynette"

What on Earth was she thinking? Aynette slowly made her way to her feet, unsure of how truly serious this all was. "Mistress? Are you feeling sick? Or is it-"

"It's in my head, Aynette! Something passed over to me. Flowers blooming behind my... Come here!" She let out a pained laugh, lunging forward once more. The jackal didn't need any further convincing that something was up. And if this vulpine aristocrat really was making an attempt at some bizarre prank, Aynette knew her next move would certainly reveal the intended tone of the situation in short order. As barely a second passed before she'd placed her hand on the hilt of her sabre and made a raspy, scraping draw that immediately put the tip of its blade up against the smaller girl's chin.

"That's enough... Come out now! Wherever, whoever you are..."

"Who are 'ya talkin' to, Aynette?!" She grumbled, eyes barely even giving so much as a twitch in acknowledgement of the very, very deadly point at her throat.

"Y-you said it was a voice" Aynette shot back. She didn't mean to stutter, but the reality that they were both experiencing something had her on edge, to say the least.

"It's n-not a voice, no voice! It's just your blood! It's in my heart- Pumping through my ears, everything! I can feel it everywhere!"

Aynette waited one, then two sweltering seconds. Seconds in which she waited for some, any response. What came, however, was an absolutely uncharacteristic roar. A sound that bellowed up from within the fennec as if some beast deep within her form were crying out for release. And in the process, doing a right terrible job of it, as her voice simply wasn't built for such a thing.

You see? She can't handle this... Her poor, poor system. This gift is ours and ours alone.

Aynette grunted, her face a thinly-veiled mask of fear and agitation. It was that damn voice again. The fennec was right, it really wasn't a voice. There was just some feeling there. Another presence that, while so far away- was able to get to her like this, warn her about silver and her blood. And it's able to make her fight me, after warning me for my own safety? Aynette pondered the thought for a moment. One that was cut short by the buffeting swoosh of a paw cutting through the air right in front of her face. The fennec had thrown a blow her way, one that had missed, but certainly a follow-up would shortly arrive.

The jackal knew she didn't want to hurt the poor girl, not in the slightest. But she couldn't stay here and let herself be battered either. And so she hefted her sword into a defensive position, with intent to use the weapon's blunt spine to block any incoming attacks. The jackal had trained for this, among other scenarios- Her wealthy upbringing had at least afforded her that much. And the first of a new series of blows would harmlessly bounce off the odd blade of bone. But every blurred swipe of her paw that she parried was taking an ever heavier toll on her wounded wrist. The pain there had never truly subsided, and perhaps asking her arm to hold up to such vibrations was a taller order than she'd expected.

The fennec fox was advancing like some kind of fevered drunkard. And Aynette could feel fatigue setting in as her once-deft parries became increasingly leaden. Pain lancing up her arm with each impact. Something else had begun to grow behind her wincing orange eyes and clenched teeth as well.

Frustration. A slowly burning kind of frustration that began to eat away at her. Like an itch that could not be scratched or a flood just barely held back by a shoddy dam. My body can do much better. Aynette thought, ever since she'd picked up the blade in those caves. Felt her arteries and veins burn like fire down there in the dark. Everything had been easier. She'd felt just a little faster, a little stronger- her wounds, save this new, festering mark by silver, had all closed faster as well.

Even in bed I can- Aynette shook her head, trying to push free the lurid visions of past sexual encounters. Of men on top of her and the deepest part of her core burning with sheer primal joy.

But now, of all times. She felt so, so much weaker. Nearly on the level of her decidedly unathletic mistress, even. It has to be the silver. The thought came to her in the middle of another assault, one she'd elected to sidestep rather than try to absorb with a parry. Sending her mistress crashing past her and colliding with the table's edge to shake the glasses that had caused all this to begin with. Her mistress's, once filled with that rich combination of blood and wine was empty, and toppled over onto it's side. The bottle itself, thick and green, didn't fare so well. And both jackal and fennec watched it topple lengthwise, spilling it's bounty across and sullying the tablecloth's white surface. Before rolling off the edge and slamming into the floor.

An explosive shattering dominated the room for a split second. One that had both girls abandoning their struggle to stare in shocked silence as deep ruby liquid and blown glass exploded across the floor.

Perhaps it was only the day's events- But the stain reminded Aynette an awful lot of blood as it spread through the rug beneath the table. It isn't nearly deep or red enough, though. She mused off, before she was torn away from her daydream by the sight of stars exploding in front of her eyes. She'd been hit across the face by the fennec. It was just the flat of her hand and served only to knock Aynette back into reality... Where a fist would meet her next. The force slamming her jaw closed with the loud -Clack- of teeth-on-teeth. Again and again she hit her, knocking The jackal two and fro, filling the room with the sound of knuckles against fur. The same feverish state that empowered such strikes which would have otherwise brought their wielder pain, however. Had kept the fennec unaware of the fact that Aynette was now taking each hit in stride, one foot braced behind the other as her orange eyes roved her mistress's body. Then finally, Aynette struck, throwing her sword aside and lunging at the smaller-framed woman, knocking her to the floor.

Had it not been for the thick rug beneath the table, Aynette likely would have hurt the poor girl. Though she'd certainly been rattled either way, now being the one who was gasping for breath beneath the weight of her far stronger servant. The frills and folds of their dresses had squashed together. Their bodies now so close that Aynette could feel every curve and definition of her form. Something stirred within the jackal. She really couldn't help it, after all. Not when her breasts were grinding against her own clothing in such a titillating fashion every time the fennec beneath her would struggle. And not when her every breath was hot against the jackal's face.

If only that damned look In her eyes were gone. Aynette mused. Unaware that her own face bore an equally off-putting expression. With her ears flattened against her skull and lips curled in a predatory snarl.

"Aynette!" The fennec yelped, forming her first words since their brawl began. "Don't look at me like that-Aaaaugh! The poor girl's words contorted into a cry of pain, for her servant had lunged downwards, opened her mouth... And slammed her glistening canine teeth into the space between her mistress's neck and shoulder. Immediately the fennec realized on some deeper, instinctual level that she was losing blood. Blobs of hot, sticky fluid were leaving her and flowing directly into Aynette's mouth. And her servant was drinking it. Taking loud, needy gulps of her vital essence as if it were the sweetest, most essential nectar on Earth. The fennec's mind still burned with the urge to attack her. Like some malignant second consciousness occupying her being. But now she was utterly helpless to whatever this debauched urge was that Aynette had succumbed to. And it was this unforeseen action by her servant which seemed to be having some positive effect on her. The same dull suction that pulled her vital fluids away seemed to also tug at the shadowy fog that held her mind's eye in blindness.

Oh no... what am I doing? Aynette's mind ran in confused circles as she tried to make sense of what was happening- of what she was inflicting on another. Her mouth was full of salty, rich blood, her mistress's in fact. And she swore that with every gulp, she felt her vigor returning and her wrist healing, the flesh there itching as it began the process of uncannily rebuilding itself. Even the lingering sting where one of the fennec's punches landed against her lip was beginning to ease. Aynette's sense of rejuvenation extended far further than her injuries, however. For the canine felt a distinct need beginning to grow within her skirts, like a spark erring on the edge of blossoming into a full-blown flame.

"T-thank you" It was just the barest whisper from below the jackal, breaking what must've been a minute or so of silence. A wavering, quiet voice that nevertheless was laced with genuine gratitude.

"What?" Aynette asked, pulling away from her neck. Even posing the simple question was difficult, seeing as the flesh she'd left behind was still weeping fresh, dark blood against the stark white outfit of the girl who'd sparked it.

"I-It's going... It's going away with your blood- Leaving me. I don't know what you did b-but you're always loyal as ever, Aynette... You can fix everything"

"Oh- I... oh no... I'm so sorry, you're losing so much blood- I don't know what got into-"

"And I thank you deeply f-for taking it away... N-now, how shall I reward you?~"

Aynette didn't have a single chance to actually pose an answer to her mistress, for she'd raised her head up and kissed the tip of the jackal's muzzle. Her lips coming away lightly daubed with blood. "Mnnh~ I think I just figured out how" She murmured, before heading in once more. This time with a more forceful assault as well, locking her muzzle with Aynette's and lashing out with her tongue to peruse whatever lay beyond her lips. Though she'd been caught off guard, her servant had been growing quite bothered due to their closeness and accepted quite willingly. Reciprocating by abruptly shoving her tongue into the aristocrat's mouth. The two stayed locked like that, on top of one another. Tongues battling it out inside the iron-flavored warmth of Aynette's mouth, sending tiny rivulets of red-tinted saliva running down from their union.

"More, Aynette!" She'd moaned it, pulling away from her lips and sighing.

"M-more what?" The jackal asked, her breathy voice betraying the excitement she was feeling and her cheeks blushed bright red beneath her grey fur.

"Take more of my blood, clear my ~Ahn!~ mind!" The fennec demanded. Something approximating a giggle laced her voice as she cried out. Her paw shot downwards towards her skirts, where she began to rapidly undo the buttons that held them against her body. Aynette knew where this was going, long before the garment slid down and away to expose her pair of white bloomers. And long before even they were yanked down and kicked away. Leaving Aynette to stare at the fennec's fully and brazenly exposed pussy. Her pink slit nestled amidst pale tan fur like the teasing crease of some delicate pastry.

"Now, Aynette, now!"

"I-"

"Do it!" She laughed out loud as her servant gave in to her command and perhaps- her own urges as well. And returned to her neck with a sensual, hungry moan that reverberated throughout her body as she bit down once more. Aynette chose to pair the action with something a little more traditional as well, and traced a pair of fingers down the fox's body to meet her entrance. Where they began to tease and stroke at her velvety folds, drawing out a surprising volume of feminine arousal.

"You're awfully wet down here, mistress" Aynette whispered through a mouthful of fresh blood. "Are you really getting off on this?"

"Mhm~"

At that, Aynette forged ahead, assisted by the slickness of the vixen as she moved one finger into the shivering warmth of her entrance. And then another, her each and every movement drawing out a sharp gasp or contented sigh. The jackal wasted no time in getting a rhythm going. Pumping her fingers back and forth through her sex. Luxuriating in the way her walls trembled and fluttered around her intruding digits. As much as she was enjoying getting her off this way, the jackal wasn't about to ignore her mistress's former request either. And she returned her mouth to that lovely curve between her shoulder and neck. It was her heartbeat, Aynette realized, that was leading so much blood to flow forth and into her mouth. And while her fingers were certainly not a small part of the equation- As they wriggled and prodded about inside the fennec's overstimulated warmth. It also seemed as if her vixen were deriving some sort of taboo pleasure from having her servant feast on her blood like this.

It's all so wrong... What the fuck happened to me? Aynette thought to herself. Though she knew it would of course, have been a lie if she truly tried to deny that she was enjoying it all as well. It wouldn't take longer than a second's glance to notice the damp spot growing beneath Aynette's skirts as her body begged that she find some way to make the situation more mutual.

"Nngh~ Ah!" Aynette moaned out loud. For it seemed that her mistress had managed to detect her feelings even through her own personal lustful haze. And had raised a knee, forcing it in between the jackal bitch's legs, right where her body was burning strongest with unsatisfied lust. The blow rubbed up against Aynette's clit, pushing the sensitive nub into the fabric of her drawers and sending arcs of pleasure running through her body. Aynette clenched her teeth, strands of drool slid out from between her teeth to pool on the vixen's blouse, spotting it with deep red clouds. That damn knee had started moving, rubbing back and forth across her still-clothed mound and goading out a deep groan of pleasure from the jackal. Aynette had to get her clothing off, somehow. Even if it meant tearing away the delicate ruffles and pleats that she'd painstakingly donned that morning. It was just an errant thought, one she nearly backed away from. But then the Vixen ground down harder, and Aynette felt her body give a squirt of warm, clear feminine arousal, making an utter mess of her outfit.

"Can you bear without my presence for just a moment?" Aynette growled through teeth clenched in barely contained sexual frustration.

Her employer nodded as the jackal pulled up and away from her body. And watched through eyes clouded by the dense, sleepy blurriness of blood loss as Aynette fought with her clothing and won. The shrill cracks and pops of defeated fabric being hastily removed filled the room. And her servant's gray-furred tits fell forth for her to gaze at. Sure the jackal didn't have the largest bust around by any means, but she'd been graced by a certain appealing jiggle and smooth, firm, taut shape instead. Something that the vixen found incredibly endearing when she'd caught the occasional glimpse of her throughout the months she'd been under her employ. But now she had it all on display, just for her. Even if her lack of vital energy meant playing with her bodyguard's pert nipples would've been quite difficult, she was just content to lay back and stare as her now naked servant, with clothing thrown lying a rumpled heap beside her- Began to furiously stroke away at the glistening delta between her legs using the same hand she'd been pleasuring the vixen with. Spreading their crystal clear coatings across the soft-furred mound of her pussy.

"Come back to me, Aynette" the fennec moaned up at the jackal, her own body burning with unfulfilled lust. Her servant would obey, of course. Leaning forwards to another her once again, though this time with the added joy of her erect nipples jabbing up against her own. Sending ripples of pleasure rolling through both their bodies as they shivered and relished in the taboo of their naked closeness.

A small pool of blood had formed beside the fennec's neck- She didn't care. Aynette was here, licking and sucking away in an alternating order between her lips and her neck. Filling the room with a series of lewd, wet noises. Which in turn were soon joined by a pair of breathy gasps and moans as Aynette leaned into her, their pussies at last making contact and sending a wave of fire through both their bodies. Aynette for her half, was keen to let the pent-up energy within her run free as she aggressively ground her hips down into her mistress's sex.

Somewhere in the corner of Aynette's mind, she felt a deep rumble akin to the warning from earlier. Some voice of scorn that looked upon the display on the dining room floor with utter disdain- She didn't care. Whatever- whoever the force trying to dictate to her ever since she'd picked up the sabre of bone was. It simply hadn't the power to push through the heat radiating off of Aynette's soul, alight with lust as it was. Her clit had been pushed down hard against the soft fur of her mistress's mound, sending the jackal's instincts into a raw, carnal frenzy as she began to rub her body up and down against the other girl's.

"Oh Aynette, fuck me!" The vixen cried. Every squirming shiver that racked her body served only to pleasure Aynette further as she vibrated against her. Driving the larger jackal woman to try for more and more. Somewhere, through the Nirvana of her own dripping sex having been set aflame, she found the focus to begin a new routine. Dragging her tongue away from the vixen's lips and neck to suckle at the pert peaks of her breasts. So lost in the sea of mutual passion were both girls that neither paid any mind to the deep scarlet ribbons laid across the fennec's soft brown fur by each feverish move of Aynette's tongue.

"Oh n-no- I'm gonna~"

"Yessss" The jackal hissed through sharp teeth clenched in divine stimulation as she herself teetered on the edge of climax. Their bodies felt as if they were in serious danger of melting together, such was the warm, clear release from both girls. "Cum for me, mistress- or I will m-make you!" Aynette bellowed, voice high and sharp as she tried to smother the firebreaks within her own form with a shaky attempt at decisiveness.

"Do it, Aynette! Make.me.cum!" The vixen cried.

"Is that your wish?" The jackal teased, a wicked smile spreading across her crimson-tainted lips"

"Yes! I can barely stand it!

"Oh? But..."

"No, Aynette! No no no!" Her protest was, unbeknownst to her- Quite welcome to the jackal. Who's body shook in response to the luxurious and way it'd make her shake to and fro against her.

"But your heart, it might well drain you entirely if I were to do so" She grinned, getting nothing but a whimper in response. That was all the jackal truly needed. And without any further deliberation. She'd brought her fingers back into the equation. Furiously thrusting a curling gesture in and out of the fennec while her other paw simultaneously worked out a series of frenzied circles across her own clit.

"Aynette! I'm going to- I can't stop it! You're doing so well" The vixen let out some combination of a giggle and guttural cry of pleasure. The juxtaposition of such a sound escaping her elegant form made Aynette grin wide as she finally gave in to her own orgasm, much,much better than the slurred, combative mannerisms she'd had moments ago. Letting it spill outwards from between her legs to blanket her entire form like a shroud of wonderful flame. It was a beautiful moment spent in the blackness and flying sparks behind eyelids squeezed shut and teeth clenched. One that felt as if it lasted for an eternity, only to end all too suddenly as her system slowly came down from its orgasmic high. Leaving the jackal panting atop her still-whining mistress.

"Do you have a way to stop the bleeding?" Was all the vixen asked, once some semblance of normalcy returned to both. Her voice still wavering as the last flickers of her orgasm coursed through her slight form.

"I do" Aynette replied calmly, her naked frame rolling to the side so that the fennec was finally freed, the fox taking the opportunity to leer at her breasts as they gave just the slightest jiggle with every movement. "That was..."

"Exhilarating. I know it would be unprofessional to ask, but... Perhaps we could make this more than a single occurrence?"

"I-I don't know" Aynette said quietly, moving to stand and search for some kind of absorbent wrapping for the fox's shoulder. The jackal had walked through the spot where a window was currently leaking bright midday sun into the room, and again this meant the vixen getting what she believed to be a perfect glance at her servant's shapely rear as she walked."I think I got carried away, I just missed the most vulnerable part of your neck... And then I don't think I would have been able to stop the bleeding... I think the blood is affecting me somehow, I'm already feeling, well... Ready to go again" The jackal murmured.

"Oh that's just fantastic! I've never really been one to be down for long anyway. So you're ready for a second time, then?"

"No, not until we figure out what exactly happened to us...What it was that was in your head. I don't want to risk taking more blood from you, either. You're probably going pale under that fur"

Aynette watched with orange eyes as the fennec seemed to visibly droop. "You're always so protective, Aynette"

"That's why I'm here" The jackal sighed. Her fingertips brushing across tan fur as she tended to her employer.

"And I am ever grateful for it..." The fennec stopped, staring directly at her taller servant as she moved into a sitting position amidst the ruins of their clothing. "Oh Aynette, what was that?!"

"You told me something was in your head, right?" The jackal kept her voice neutral, having decided it was better to keep her end of the experience private, lest she cause her mistress any more undue stress.

"Yes, yes it was. And I apologize for acting on it, I don't know what came over me, but it's not normal"

"I know... let's just make sure it doesn't happen again. For one thing, no more of my blood- ever"

"And..."

"And if whoever owns that voice, whoever that presence is- shows themselves, just tell me" Aynette shot her a wink, retrieving her sabre and its scabbard from the floor. "And I'll take care of it"

"Of course you will, Aynette- I trust you with..." She stopped, her body shivering. Aynette had knelt in front of her, so close that her tits were nearly pressed into hers once more. The jackal was winding a soft, tacky length of absorbent cloth around her wounded neck. A sensation to which she shortly added a soft, feather-light kiss. Right on the spot opposite where her far more taboo efforts had been focused shortly before.

"My life" the fennec whimpered. Succumbing at last to the rich, murky combination of blood loss and post-sexual torpor that clung to her form. And in the peaceful comfort of Aynette's arms, she allowed herself to drift off into sleep. Leaving her servant alone with her blade of bone and eyes of orange.

End.