Wapun Meadow I'm not asking for favors [M]

She was a submissive thing. He had to admit he liked it a bit, but he also wish she had a little bit more fire in her. Only because someone would use her submission against her, and that bothered him a bit. He wasn't sure where the thought came from. It was flitting and gone as quick as it came.

She would have asked or stated, she would have been right. He wore the marks on his skin, from the use. It was why he was the way he was. He was in essence a prize steed for the queen. Though they were all gone, probably even the pups he had fathered. He hadn't stopped to check.

He heard the hitch in her breathing. A low dark chuckle curling out of his throat as he turned.

He lifted his head staring at her with red gleam in his eye. Depends. Maybe. Probably. You're good snow. I'm not. Definitely not. And my sins would rub off on you if you're not careful. But I'm also a man of simple means. So, i'm also not ever gonna say no.

The implication was clear.