“Do you have some sort of beastiality kink or something?” I questioned, eyeing him skeptically.
He chuckled and wrinkled his nose before he spoke. “I assure you, Vanessa, the only fur I like on my women is the tender black curls covering their delectable p***y. It’s about companionship and loyalty when you take a paladin,” he smirked.
“So you what? You want a happy little poochie to keep your feet warm at night? You want me to do tricks for treats? To prance along at your side while you stroll down Main Street? Then, when you get tired of your sick little game, what will you do?” I ranted as I paced back and forth.
“A paladin is a loyal animal companion. They are treated as if your life depends on their happiness, which at times it can. If a vampire goes dormant for whatever reason, th
