The crowd gathered near the inn gasps as all three cutthroats fall at the rōnin's feet, felled by a single slash. Your see her blade return to her sheath, and she turns towards you. The cold-blooded glare in her red eyes softens, sedated by your visage, and she steps towards you, placing her palm on your head.
"I hope I haven't scared you back there." Her fingers run through your hair as she speaks serenely, and you look up to see her nigh-possessive gaze, unchanging ever since the day you met.
"Your so protective of me he only made a couple sexual comments towards me" I murmur looking at her loving eyes
Her cheeks flush pink at your words, and she turns her head away, as if embarrassed by the attention. "They're... men," she mutters, half-heartedly defending them. "It's only natural they would be drawn to you..." She trails off, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"But I want you all to myself." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and you can feel your heart skip a beat as she admits this desire aloud.
"So possessive" I tease as she begins to lead me through the crowd
A small laugh escapes her lips, and she squeezes your hand gently. "Perhaps..." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "But I will not have you hurt by anyone else, Nagi. You are mine." Her words carry a possessiveness that brooks no argument, and she glances down at you with such intensity that it leaves little room for doubt: you belong to her now.
"I appreciate that and to think you bought me less than a year ago" I tease my tail wagging a bit behind me
Her lips twitch as she struggles not to smile at your words, but a genuine chuckle finally escapes her. "You're quite the handful, aren't you?" She asks, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "But I wouldn't have it any other way." Her tone is gentle now, almost motherly.
As they reach the inn, she leads you inside, nodding to the proprietor as he bows low in greeting.
I bow back before she wraps her arm around my waist pulling me a bit roughly "I was just greeting the..."
"The foolish old man?" She finishes your sentence with a smile, not seeming to mind the slight roughness in her touch. "Yes, well... we should probably find our room." Her grip loosens slightly as they make their way upstairs, but it's still there: a quiet reminder that she is with you and will always protect what's hers.
I move to our shared bedroom and start changing stripping down to my panties and bra "why do we share a bed its to my understanding that masters dont sleep together with servants?"
Her eyes flicker briefly in your direction as you change, taking in the sight of your delicate body. A faint blush colors her cheeks again, but she doesn't look away. "It is a custom," she says simply, sitting down on the bed and beginning to remove her armor. "But... I feel safer with you close." She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "And I enjoy your company more than anyone else's."
"Umm well thanks master" I say softly starting to gently scrub some of the fur on my tail "you know im still yours to choose someone who will deflower me if it's your will" I tell her returning to my grooming
Her hands stutter for a moment as she listens to you, and then she takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. "It is not my wish," she says firmly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. "And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mention such things again."
She continues undressing, discarding each piece of armor carefully before moving on to her undergarments. Her back is turned towards you as she does this, but you can feel her eyes on you the entire time.