She whispers in his ear, a soft long flowing word as soon as she had spoken it Jules could no longer remember it, on odd feeling her hand brushes over his form warmth follows her touch a cooling deep warm feeling his skin smoothening returning to his former unblemished state the pain melting away at her touch. “Good boy” she whispers “Your tired aren’t you”<br/><br/>She leans against the large oak three just behind her; he is still or even more so like a rag doll to her touch. Her breasts are bear full perfectly formed breasts with beautiful inviting nipples barely concealed by a gown of what looks to be wet silk but thinner with water droplets oddly hanging on it.<br/><br/>She pulls him closer letting his head rest against a breast and his body next to her, the night is cold but hear around her it is like being curled up around a fire. But her heat, warmth is penetrating “Tomorrow you will be better wont you” she brushes a hand over his head<br/><br/>“You were fun today” she giggled that cold hard laugh that was akin to daggers, unveiling a breast she purred into his ear “Come eat” taking her breast in hand and pressing a little a single droplet of a yellow honey like substance formed on her nipple “You will need your strength tomorrow..  ” her smile hardened and the soothing hand that had stroked him started clawing playfully gently still but it was a reminder<br/>