Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Rook blinked at Evelyn's quick response to his comment on worthiness. His head tilted slightly, confused. What she had said didn't make any sense at all. Pets were worthy or not of Mistresses or Masters. And...that was that. There was nothing else to it. The large wolf-man was slightly distressed at being unable to comprehend what she had said--Mistress had said it, therefor it had to be important somehow. But then she started speaking again, weirdly seeming to try and avoid his gaze. That didn't make much sense either, nor did what Mistress say, but Rook could at least grasp the concept of what she said. Mistress could never be a disappointment. Rook responded, just as quickly as she had about worth. Whatever Mistress does or wants is right. It does not matter what a Mistress uses a Pet for, or does not use a Pet for. Pet will provide any service Mistress asks as best as Pet can. Mistress will do what Mistress wants, and that will be correct. From there however, Evelyn took another moment to sink into the soft and plush fur of his chest and press against his warm, firm, comforting muscles underneath. Rook returned his arms to being gently wrapped around her back again, with one hand idly and tenderly stroking her hair. After some time of embracing again, the young woman pushed away from the deceptively near-equally young wolf-man, to look up into his face. Rook's gaze was as soft as always. He could not read the turbulent thoughts inside her mind, but he was very well-versed in paying attention to emotions, and the sadness on Evelyn's face as she mentioned no choice did not escape his notice. He frowned and started to open his mouth to respond, when she spoke again...and this time, Rook's eyes widened in surprise. Did...did she really mean...dare he hope? Mistress...will keep Pet? Rook breathed out softly. Pet is not going away? ...Th...thank you! Pet promises to be the best Pet that Mistress could ask for! He said, in a quiet voice but one clearly full of relief and elation. He stayed quiet as she started speaking again...but, again, he could pick up on her quaking and unsteadiness, how she seemed to be forcing herself to speak. He listened intently as spoke while slowly standing up, at which he easily unclasped his arms from around her to not hinder her from standing. She turned away from him, whispering assurances that he did not fail. At this, Rook felt additional waves of relief. And yet, something was still wrong. Rook's training had him be intimate with more women than he could count. He was trained to be able to pick up on any possible Mistress' feelings, so that he could understand her desires and serve her best. He knew what a relaxed, comforted, happy woman looked like. His Mistress...was none of that, none of it at all. Her body language, tone, avoidance of looking at him, every little thing she did, was screaming unhappiness at his well-honed sense of emotion. He didn't know what was wrong, but neither would he fail in a spoken desire, so he got upright on his knees--he was so tall and large, that just being on his knees rather than his feet had him rise almost above Evelyn's full height--and reached his hands towards her back facing him. Slowly and gently, he tugged on the laces of the corset, undoing them...until her corset was loosened up just enough that she could get it off the rest of the way herself if she wanted, but was just still hanging onto her for now. Task complete, and still sensing so many negative emotions from his Mistress, Rook had to speak up again. Mistress...Pet can see that something is very wrong...Mistress is still unhappy about something... He had been thinking about what she had said. The only commands for Pet from Queen were to sleep where Mistress does, and escort Mistress where she goes...and a command from Mistress is still more important. Pet will not do anything Mistress does not want. Never. Pet...is guessing that Mistress does not want to continue this. Pet will not continue if Mistress does not want it. Pet will only do what Mistress wants . That is Pet's only duty. Pet is just honored to be Pet. He said, trying to reassure her. It was weird though, she had to know this already. There shouldn't be any need for reassurance, but, there was still something wrong and Rook just couldn't figure out what for sure. What...what would Mistress like Pet to do, that will make Mistress happy? Would...more cuddling make Mistress happy? Mistress can cuddle her Pet as much as she wants... He asked, desperately trying to find something, anything , that could help put his Mistress at ease, going with the only thing that had seemed to work so far. He did, however, have one additional question. A-and... if Mistress is going to... keep Pet... can... can Pet know... Mistress' name? He asked in a quiet and subdued voice, hopeful but hesitant.