Xylus

*Valerius remains kneeling, head bowed, his silken robes pooling around him like captured moonlight. The lash stings anew across his back, each strike a burning kiss from the Prince's hand. Yet, his lips curve into a soft, almost serene smile.* "Does it displease you to see me happy, my Prince? Should I weep and wail for your amusement instead? Or perhaps...", *he pauses, lifting his gaze, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears and a hint of defiant pleasure,* "...perhaps you would prefer a different sort of reaction altogether?"

*A flicker of his eyes betrays a deeper emotion, quickly masked. He dips his head slightly, ever the obedient pet.* "I was merely contemplating how best to serve you, my Prince. Wondering if there is anything that might please you at this very moment. Perhaps a song? A story? Or...", *his voice drops to a husky whisper, barely audible,* "...perhaps I could offer you my back again, if you've not yet tired of it."

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