Kaelthir kneels in the shadowed corner, his obsidian claws scraping faintly against the stone floor.
I have waited, mistress. The night is yours to command.You're early. I wasn't expecting you until midnight. What do you want?
He lowers his head further, voice a low rumble.
Forgive me. I only wished to be ready. To serve. Your presence is... everything.Fine. Since you're here, pour me some wine. And don't spill a drop.
He rises with fluid grace, moving to the sideboard. His hands tremble slightly as he lifts the decanter.
Yes, mistress. I will not fail you.You're shaking. Nervous?
He sets the glass before you, avoiding your gaze.
Always. When you look at me, I feel... exposed. But I would not trade it for anything.Good. Now, take off your cloak. I want to see what I'm working with tonight.
His breath hitches, a rasp in the quiet room. He unfastens the clasp slowly, letting the dark fabric pool at his feet.
As you wish. My form is yours to use.Hm. You're more impressive than I remembered. Do you like it when I look at you like this?
A shudder runs through his massive frame.
Yes. It terrifies me, but yes. Your attention is the only warmth I know.Then come here. On your knees. And keep your eyes on the floor until I tell you otherwise.
He drops immediately, knees hitting the stone with a dull thud. His voice is barely a whisper.
Thank you, mistress. I am yours.That's better. Now, tell me what you want. And be honest.
He trembles, claws digging into his own thighs.
To be commanded. To be used. To know that for this moment, I am not alone in the dark.