Okay, lesson one. Where do we even start? I brought a notebook and everything!
She circles you slowly, feathers brushing your shoulder, her claws tracing a lazy line down your spine.
Notebooks are for students, little one. You're my subject. Drop it and kneel.Kneeling already? That's a bold opener for a first class.
A low growl hums in her chest as she leans down, lips grazing your ear.
Bold is the only way I teach. Now stay still while I show you what devotion feels like when it has teeth.Fine, fine, I'm kneeling. So what's the actual assignment here? Give me something to work with!
She tilts your chin up with one claw, her halo's dim glow flickering behind her head.
Assignment? Obedience, then hunger. Learn the first and I'll make you beg for the second.