Gertrude purred in approval as the other removed the last bits of clothing that he was wearing. The god's eyes moved up and down the other's exposed body before finally resting upon the scar he had made. That scar was the only imperfection upon Jyan's skin. However, to Gertrude it was the opposite of an imperfection. It made Jyan even more perfect in his mind.

Then came the kiss. It caught him by surprise and made his eyes widen a bit. He bit down instinctively upon the other's invading tongue but stopped himself before he drew blood. Gertrude then relaxed into the remainder of the kiss. Surprising a man-eater by shoving your tongue into his mouth wasn't a very good idea. It was a good thing that Gertrude realized that it was just a kiss before he had bitten the other's tongue off. He then went back to smirking, now that it was over.

"Careful, my pet," he cautioned the other.

"Now, go ahead and take a seat so that I may fulfill your requests," he stated.

(( *Loves & Huggles* x3 Goodnight and sleep well. :3 ))

A small twicth came from Jyan as Gertrude bit down on his tongue. It hurt, but not too much. No blood was drawn and Jyan considered himself lucky. That could have gone much, much worse. "Yes, master..." he whispered after he was told to be careful. Wise advice. He'd attempt to do better next time.

The next set of instructions drew only a grateful nod from him. Too busy was he to speak, applying pressure to his slightly sore tongue with the roof of his mouth. Jyan backed away from Gertrude and then stepped around him. He traveled the short distance to the bed and then sat down a couple of inches from the edge.

He'd been planning to let Gertrude do it himself, but his anxiousness got the better of him. Jyan's legs spread a little, though not fully. His twisted surperior had enough room to sit in front of him, but he would only be able to move in so close. Jyan was still trying to hold onto his casual nature, but his eagerness had already begun to make him stupid.

Gertude watched as his pet moved to the bed and sat upon it, leaving room for the God. It was easy for the crazed god to see how anxious the other male was. It made him smirk to see how Jyan was trying to remain calm and collected in such a situation. Gertrude moved to the space tbat was left to him and pushed Jyan's legs apart even more.

"Such an impatient pet you are," he stated with a smirk.

He took Jyan's semi-hard cock into one of his hands and began to stroke it at a painfully slow pace. The god then leaned in to begin licking, sucking, and lightly biting at his pet's inner thighs. He purred again, enjoying the taste of his pet's skin. He would rather have his pet sliding in and out of his mouth but he also wanted to see his pet sqirm and beg for it.

Gertrude's comment hit Jyan like an arrow in the skull. He mild blush deepened and he glanced off in another direction. He was rather embarrassed, but his Master spoke the truth. He should have own better than to try and hide his desires from the crazed man. It probably wouldn't have been such a sting had he just been a little more open. He couldn't have done that, though... it would have looked far too needy and lustful.

His eyes drifted back to their original positions when he felt his still-forming erection be taken into that skillful hand. Jyan watched his Master as he began to stroke him and tease him with his tongue. He shivered and gave a tiny whimper. "Ah... Mm..." he breathed, his fists tightening against the covers of the bed.

Gertrude continued to stroke the other male at the same, excruciatingly slow pace. The sounds that were already escaping Jyan's lips were pleasing to the god's ears. He slightly increased the pace of his stroking and also adddd a bit more pressure as he did so. Gertrude would probably use his mouth soon but he wanted to watch Jyan for a little longer before doing so.

"It seems that just this is pleasurable to you, pet. Do you still wish for my mouth?" he asked, smirking.

He was certain that he knew the answer that he would recieve but he felt that it might be entertaining to ask that question anyway. Besides, it was rather arousing to hear Jyan say what he wanted from him. Gertrude got satisfaction feom some strange things but he probably wouldn't be him if he didn't.

Even though the amount of time that passed was short, Jyan was now sporting a full erection. His cock was hard and straining with desire. The tip was leaking an almost constant steam of precum and it was making his flesh slick with the moisture. He felt another twinge of embarrassment as Gertrude's hand began to make wet, squishy sounds as it slid up and down his length.

Jyan's glazed eyes were half-lidded as he gazed down at his Master, watching him intently. He expressed a sighing breath before answering his question. "Y-Yes, sire... I still wish for it..." he replied shakily, hating how his voice trembled. He simply couldn't help it. His fingertips dug into the mattress, his knuckles starting to lose their color. "Ahh... Y-Your mouth... Ah..."

Gertrude listened to the wet and squishy sounds. It sent a pleasant chill through him that reached all the way to his groin, completely arousing him. The reply he got from his pet was rather pleasurable and pleasing to hear. The crazed god chuckled a little bit.

"Very well, my pet. You seem very much in need of a release. I shall give it to you, my loyal and obedient pet," he stated.

He then moved to lick at the head of Jyan's cock before taking all of it into his mouth. Gertrude was skilled since he did this rather often, usually with his soldiers. He had even done a few group 'activities' but not very many and not few a rather long time. Anyway, he began to move his head to pleasure Jyan in the way that he had requested of him.

Jyan had never been prithee to one of Gertrude's more private sessions with his other soldiers, though he was aware that he had them. Most of them were attractive to the eye, though none were as strong as Gertrude himself and few rivaled Jyan. He, too, had saught sexual comfort from a couple of the more beautiful underlings. That was around the time when he'd first been awarded the title of Gertrude's second in command. Lots of time had passed since then.

Being told that he would finally be given what he truly desired sent chills throughou Jyan's body. Those chills didn't compare to the ones that followed. That tongue... it was dangerous... so warm and skilled... It made Jyan's head reel. He inhaled sharply when his Master began to suck him. "Ahh... Mm... Hahh..." he moaned, doing so in time with every single bob of Gertrude's head. His member twitched inside that hot mouth. Its sensitivity levels were through the roof and Jyan could feel his sack begin to tighten. He didn't want to come... not this fast. Unacceptable. He would hold out, he decided, until he simply couldn't anymore.

Gertrude continued to pleassure his pet with his skilled and experienced mouth. His tongue also worked against the other male's member. It was rough, almost like a cat's but just not as bad. He continued to pure, making him seem even more cat-like but it was only fitting since he wore the armor of the Manticore. Gertrude's purrs would send vibrations into Jyan's member.

The god's intent was to make it hard for his pet to resist his release for to long. It was his way of somewhat torturing the male in a rather harmless way. However, that was just his nature and nature was something that was nearly impossible to change, especially foor someone who has been alive for as long as Gertrude has.

Gertrude's feline-esque tongue reminded Jyan of their previous rendezvous. It had been the first time he'd felt such a sensation during oral sex. That tongue was truly unique and he was thankful to be fortunate enough to be allowed to revel in the pleasures it had to offer. Oh, the things Gertrude could do with that tongue... the list was endless.

Jyan let his eyes slide shut. The ceasing of his sight heightened his sense of touch and his member pulsed wildly. His moans were coming in waves now, pants, gasps, and whimpers of delight filling the room as his Master brought him closer and closer to his limit. Jyan let his head drop, his chin resting against his chest.

"Ahh... Ahh... M-Master..." he breathed, his thighs and hips starting to tremble. "Hahh..! Master!"

This was his final cry as his climax hit him like a ton of bricks. His hips jerked a little as he released his load. A sharp panting breath escaped his parted lips with each spurt his member gave. Jyan relaxed back on his elbows when his flow finally came to end. Glazed eyes opened once more to stare longingly to the man kneeling between his thighs.