Re: Holding Pens - Grace (for Carrick!)
Grace drew in a deep breath to feel his fangs at her finger, carefully watching his reaction as he tasted her. She didn't turn away from it, thinking it best to prove that she wasn't squeamish. Her previous master had bred her from two of his prized stock, one smelling of flowers and the other of honey... He'd told her at a young age that she had a sweet scent that combined the two, though she obviously knew little of what her taste held.
"Thank you, my lord. I am glad that my taste was pleasant to you," she answered smoothly with a smile. "I am quite skilled in pleasuring both men and women, as my training saw to it that I sharpen both skills. I mean not to sound overly bold, but I am certain I could be of service to both of you in that respect as well."