“Don't be judgmental,” Arsyn snaps. “I'll be a lovely partner. The bond ensures I can only feed from you or our other mates,” he says to me. “I'll be quite the loyal and doting partner. I have every incentive to keep you well-fucked and completely content, so you don't try to starve me to death.” To Dread, he adds, “You're just moody because I have a fancy cock now, too.”
