Lord Mettlebright’s Man
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially for the one getting more than he bargained for.
Chapter Eighteen: Too Much Information
Nothing in Jacques’ experience had prepared him for Michael’s matter-of-fact lecture on feline grooming techniques. It was longwinded. And hands-on. And involved words like reciprocity, sensualistic, and hedonism.
Lots of bare skin and bath oil, kneading and purring, yet the evening managed to not stray into kinky territory.
“…feline males who haven’t been chosen rely on one another for…”
Class was in session, albeit in the nude.
“…reminiscent of dragon culture—allowing for gender reversal—but based on feminine whim rather than the worship of…”
Jacques was beginning to doze off when Argent strolled in, holding Kyrie and his bottle.
Posted: October 18, 2018
Prompt: #Inktober2018, Day Eighteen: Bottle
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.