"...you're to pamper your goddess' rear." Crumpet smirked.
Marc paled a little. How the heck was supposed to do that? As if life decided to emphasize that thought, Crumpet turned around, allowing to view the wolf's large ass in all it's glory. The thing was huge! It easily towered over the young man as two large, furry moons, jiggling with their owner's movement.
Marc shook his head to clear away his shock. He didn't even wait for another command. In his experience, most fighters like Crumpet expected him to show initiative in executing their demands. So, it was due course when he started to massage Crumpet's right butt cheek using both his arm to make large sweeping motions.
At least she keeps her fur clean... Marc thought, trying to keep his own spirit up. It was true, Crumpet's coat was shiny and smooth and his fingers ran through it like liquid gold. Crumpet's rear was rather soft with a bit of firmness and Marc wouldn't have been surprised if someone could use it as a mattress.
Crumpet hummed to herself at Marc's ministrations, seemingly content with Marc's actions, to his relief. He hadn't forgotten her little demonstration right as he came into the room.
"You know, slave..." Crumpet started, her voice soft and haughty.
Marc bit the inside of his cheek before replying. "Yes, Goddess Crumpet?" He had never met someone who made him wish that they get eaten in the first five minutes of knowing them.
"...you really took to caring to my glorious, golden butt. How would like a better view?"
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