Shiryu smiled when Seiya greeted him upon his arrival. He noticed the stutter and couldn't help but wonder why the Pegasus Saint had done so. It was kind of cute but still. They had known eachother for so long. Why would Seiya be nervous upon this meeting? It was a bit strange. However, he tried not to focus on it to much.

Then Shun came over to hug him. This was nothing new to him. The Andromeda Saint did this quite often. Anyway, it was true that he was normally much later than he was today. So, he nodded when Seiya stated that. Shiryu felt a little bad that he always kept his friends waiting on him because his job usually kept him late.

"Yeah. I'm glad that I got here a little ealier than I usually am. I hate keeping you all waiting for me," he stated.

Shun spoke up before Seiya had a chance to. "Don't feel bad, Shiryu. It's not your fault. It's that darn job of yours," the youngest Saint said in his usual kind and understanding tone. He gave Shiryu's shoulder a playful tap with his first before returned to where the others were standing, moving close to Hyoga.

"Shun's right. Don't sweat it," Seiya said then, willing his voice to be steady again. He flashed his trademark grin to Shiryu and then looked to the rest of his team. "Come on, you guys ready to get started? We're burnin' daylight."

"Finally," Ikki groaned, though only pretending to be annoyed. "I thought you kids were going to stand around here talking all day." It was a habit of Ikki's to act as though he was so much older than the rest of them. As if a couple of years counted for very much. Listening to him talk, you'd think he was approaching forty and they were mere gradeschoolers.

Shiryu chuckled when Shun tapped his shoulder. It helped to cheer him up. All of them seemed to know what to do to cheer one another up. It was a perk of being friends for so many years. He had once thought that they would all go their seperate ways once everything was over. Shiryu was glad that that was far from the case. If anything, to be split up is the last thing that any of them wanted.

Then he heard Seiya ask if everyone was ready to begin training. Ikki had spoken up soon after that. Shiryu was glad to see that no one had really changed at all and he hoped that they never did. However, if they did he was sure that they would still be friends. Forever and for always.

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Gertrude was rather happy now. He had enjoyed a short time with Jyan earlier and now he was clean again. He loved being clean. The crazed God was currantly sharpening his nails, feeling that they needed to be even sharper. He then looked up as his pet entered the room.

Don't get him wrong, Lucia, his mini-manticore was sitting beside his throne. The 'pet' he was refering to was Jyan, his second-in-command. Gertrude smirked as he knelt before his throne and bowed his head. Jyan was always so loyal, even now. After what had happened the crazed God had almost expected Jyan to act a little differently. He could see that that wasn't the case.

"Sure. You're plans are always so entertaining to listen to," he stated.

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Jyan eyed the little manticore sitting beside Gertrude's throne as he waited for his Master to acknowledge him. The solider returned to standing when his superior addressed him. "Sir," he confirmed and then approached, taking the scroll from underneath his arm.

Unrolling the map, he spread it out on the table which sat on the opposite side of the elaborate sitting place. "I believe that our best spot for infiltration would be here," pointing to an area circled in red. It was the cliff just behind the former Pope's mansion. "This area isn't heavily guarded, I'm sure is due to the sheer rock wall. The security probably feels that no one would go through the trouble of trying to climbing it."

"My men and I will make our way up, and then down through each of the twelve houses," Jyan explained, a smirk coming to his face at the thought of going into the field with his own personal underlings. They were masters of stealth just as he was, able to cloak their cosmos and move silently to avoid detection. He was confident that even the Gold Saints wouldn't be able to sense them.

Gertrude listened to Jyan's plan and then frowned after he had finished explaining it. There was clearly something about that plan that he disd not like. However, he didn't say what it was just yet as he stared rather intensely at the map. This went on for a long while, still frowning. Gertrude usually only frowned for a short while but this frown was lasting longer.

"Hm. I was sure that this plan would be a bit more thought out. If we go through with your plan then we leave ourselves open to attack by all of the Gold Saints. Why not attack from both sides? Devide their forces, disorient then. Confusion is a valuable weapon, as well as surprise," he stated.

Jyan looked to Gertrude after he finished speaking about his plan thus far. A frown was not what he'd been expecting. He couldn't tell if it were merely a pondering frown, or if his Master was actually displeased. Though tempted to ask, Jyan held his tongue and simply waited for Gertrude to speak.

When he finally did, a thoughtful expression came to the solider's face. The insane man had a point. It was amazing how clear of a thinker he was, despite being not quite sound of mind. "I see your point, my lord," Jyan finally answered, "How would you suggest that this plan be carried out?"

He wasn't upset that Gertrude hadn't leaped at his idea. This was the whole reason why he'd come to talk his plan over with him. He didn't want to be responsible for moving forward with an idea which was not approved of. No, no. The punishment would be too severe and Jyan didn't want to be the victim. Especially not after he and his Master had so much fun together just a short while ago.

Gertrude, though insane, could think rather smartly at times. This was one of those times. However, he still had his moments where he didn't think clearly. He listened as Jyan asked what his plans were. This caused him to think some more as he stared at the map that his per had laid out upon the table a short distance away. He was clearly thinking hard about it.

"Hm. I'll take the route you mentioned. Between the Pope's Chamber and the House of Pisces is a long road of poisonous roses. They shouldn't have any effect on me. You can take a group through the houses, starting with the House of Aries. Hold the knights within their houses and take their Gold cloths," he stated.

Jyan paused a moment to run the scenario in his mind. Gertrude was right about the roses. He and his soliders would have to avoid them, but that was easy enough. A little out of the way, but easy. His eyes lowered from the ceiling and came to rest on the deranged god once again.

"Do you have anything special in mind for those roses, sire?" he asked, though mostly out of curiosity. Jyan knew that Gertrude's specialty was poison and its uses. He was an expert. Still, he'd never known his Master to use any other poison besides his own brand.

"Also, is there a particular reason that you want my soliders and I to start at the bottom of the mountain? Since we're making our approach from the top of the cliff behind the Pope's house, wouldn't it make more sense to work our way down?"

"I might absorb some of the poison and use it later. And you'll be starting at the other end of the Sanctuary. All of us starting at one side wouldn't be to smart. The Gold Saints, though weaker than us, deserve some respect I suppose." said the crazed God.

He certaiy was thinking through this a little more than he normally did. It was probably because of who they were going up against. Gertrude normally preferred a more direct method of attack but not this time. He couldn't afford not to have a good plan for this assult upon the Saints.

"Mm," Jyan murmured with a nod of comprehension. "I suppose you are right, sire. I had forgotten that fact..." he added with a slightly shameful bow of his head. It had managed to slip his mind... just who exactly they were going to face. The Gold Saints. They were strong, but not as strong as Gertrude and his many forces. Still, overconfidence was never a wise trait to have.

"I'll make the alterations," the solider said then, producing a metal object from his waistbelt. He twisted the end of it and the object revealed itself to be a very elaborate red marker. Jyan leaned over the table and began to add to and modify their strategies, hoping to make it to Gertrude's liking.

He stepped away when he was finished. "There..." he said, giving a small smile of personal satisfaction. "Master?" he asked, looking to the twisted man for approval or displeasure.

The crazed God listened to his pet as the other male spoke. Gertrude's normal smirk crept back over his face as he listened and the watched the changes being made to Jyan's plan. This new plan wasn't perfect but it was still functional and, with their power and sklls, it would probably work. However, Gertrude didn't tend to follow most plans because he felt the mission was far to simple. Though, since Gertrude helped to formulate this plan then it was possible that he would actually follow it.

"Yes. It looks much better," he stated with a small nod.

"Thank you, master. I appreciate your input," Jyan replied with gradtitude, smiling a little as he rolled the map back up, returning it to its original position underneath his arm. "The only other thing I have to ask is... when would you like to move out, sire?" he said then, his ambitious nature shining through very clearly at this moment. It had been a while since Jyan had been out on the battlefield, though he trained hard everyday to stay in shape and keep his skills honed.

He was also anxious to work and fight by Gertrude's side. It was rare that his Master joined his soldiers on a mission, but it honored them greatly when he did. The focus of his men was so much greater when he was with them. They all sought to please him, for they knew what it meant to displease him. Gertrude's punishments were often nothing short of... cruel.

Gertrude continued to smirk. He knew his followers were probably really looking forward to this mission. After all, they rarely get to do such interesting missions. The crazed God was also looking forward to this and he would have a reason to wear his armor. It has been a long time since he had worn his armor. This was an amazing opportunity for him.

"We will live as soon as everyone understands the plan and is ready to set it into motion," he told Jyan.

"You are the first person to see the plans, but of course my soldiers are aware of the impending mission. Please allow me twenty-four hours to meet with them at daybreak so that they may study the map and be as prepared as you and I," Jyan requested, gazing steadily at his Master. After speaking, he bowed his head to the deranged god and awaited his reply.

Jyan's personal soldiers trained directly beneath him. They knew almost every technique and move he knew. The men could move like him, though the goal of Jyan's training was so make them think like him as well. He couldn't always be with them every step of the way and direct their actions, so they would have to know how to do that for themselves.

"Twenty-four hours should be all I need, sire, though you need only say it and I will try to brief them faster."

Gertrude smiled, listening to his pet speak and request for 24 hours in order to brief the lower ranking soldiers on what the new plan would be. However, that would leave him bored for that time. He would need something to do. The crazed god looked at Jyan for a long moment and continued to smile.

"What if I get bored of waiting, pet? Would you 'entertain' me again, my pet?" he asked.

The crazed god knew that the meaning behind his words would be quite obvious. His pet was rather good in bed and his actions last night probably conveyed that message loud and clear to Jyan. He continued to amile as he waited for his pet's reply. Gertrude, however, would make sure that jyan had ample time to explain things to the lesser soldiers.

Jyan kept his head lowered as he waited for his Master to answer him. When he finally did, he couldn't help a small chuckle. This hadn't been the response he had been expecting but it was, by far, the best he could have hoped for. It had only been one night since their exploits together, but already he was wishing for another round with the inside god.

"Why certainly, my lord," the soldier replied, lifting his head to gaze directly at his Master. "I would be all too happy to entertain you again. I hope that you will indeed call on me," he added, wanting to make sure that Gertrude fully understood his willingness to participate in more sexual exploration with his superior. The first time had been way too much fun. It had also forged something of a new bond between he and Gertrude. At least, to him it had.

"I must go now. The men need to get started reviewing the map."

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Gertrude smirked at Jyan's reply. That was exactly what he had wanted to hear. He couldn't help but wonder if the second time around would be as entertaining and as pleasurable as the first. It was possible that it could be but now he had to decide on who would take who this time. This thought brought an even wider smirk to his face.

"You have permission to come to my chambers once you are finished with your task. We will then decide upon a few details at that time that concern our 'activities'," he told Jyan.

This thought was definitely pleasing to the crazed god's mind. He would most likely enjoy this round of 'entertainment' as much, if not more so, than the first time. After all, his pet was just so obedient and so very entertaining.

Happy that Gertrude was pleased with his answer, Jyan was equally delighted as he received permission to return when his initial task was complete. He bowed at the waist. "Yes, sire. I shall come back shortly," he stated before straighten and then headed towards the door. He gave a final salute before exiting.

During the trip to assemble his special forces soliders, Jyan took a moment to ponder exact what Gertrude had meant when he spoke of 'deciding upon a few details'. He didn't know what the deranged man could have possibly been planning, but he was eager to find out.

Until then, however, he had to focus on the task at hand.

It was a little over two hours later when Jyan finally returned to his Master's place of dwelling. He passed through the throne room and proceeded directly to Gertrude's bedchambers. He knocked on the door to alert him of his presence before entering. Once inside, as always, he dipped his head in respect. "Sire," Jyan acknowledged. He gave his report. "The men are studying the map as we speak. They will be ready to leave with us at the appointed time."

He lifted his head then and came a little further into the room, awaiting the twisted man's response.


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Gertrude stood from his throne upon Jyan's departure. He then brushed himself off, leaving his scepter as he usually did. The god saw no reason to carry his scepter everywhere that he went. Anyway, he then headed towards his bedchamber in order to rest a bit before his pet's arrival. Gertrude layed down upon his bed, staring up at the cieling.

It was about 2 hours before Jyan entered his chambers after a small knock. Gertrude looked over as the other male began to tell him about the lower ranking soldiers and that they were studying the map. He then sat up, once Jyan had finished speaking and gave a little purr of satisfaction, something he usually never did.

"Good. Now, are you here to entertain me?" he asked.

Jyan was now standing several feet from the large and extremely plush mattress. He was always glad when Gertrude was satisfied with his work and achievements, but it wasn't often that his Master expressed it so openly. His purrs made a shiver run down Jyan's back. The solider felt his cheeks flush ever so slightly. The faithful servant nodded when Gertrude asked if he had come to entertain him.

"I am, sire, if you will allow it," he answered honestly. Narrow eyes flashed green light and, just as it had done the time before, his armor separated itself from his body and went to reassemble itself by the door. Jyan was now left in only a pair of grey, almost silver, form-fitting pants.

The scar Gertrude had given him, the mark of possession, was, of course, still there and now uncovered for the demented god to see. Jyan smiled sensually to his Master and stepped even closer. "What do you wish of me, my lord?"

Gertrude smiled at Jyan, watching as the armor separated from him. He was half-naked before him. Gertrude felt that there was still quite a bit that he could learn from Jyan's body. Just one time wasn't good enough. Besides, Jyan was able to handle the clawing and the biting better than most of the lower-ranking soldiers.

"Hm. Let me ask you something. This wont happen again. However, a part of me wishes to be a bit more affectionate towards you this time around. So, I will indulge that part of me. Do you wish to repeat last time? Or would you willingly give me your body to do with as I please?" he asked.

This was a serious question. Gertrude didn't mind being taken but he also didn't mind being the one that does the taking. He was fine with both and he wondered if Jyan was the same way. Another thought came to his mind and he couldn't help but wonder if Jyan had ever been taken before?

His Master seemed to be exmaining his body and Jyan waited in giddy silence for the man's next words, expecting them to be instructions. Instead, he received a question. A good one, at that. Then again... Gertrude didn't ask bad ones. If he did... Jyan, himself, had never been present to hear it. The solider shook his head a little to clear it of these unrated thoughts. He had something more important to ponder about.

Their last round had indeed been fun and he would have loved to do it again, but... who was too say that it was too soon to try something new? He wouldn't mind being on the bottom... He'd been there before, but not for many, many years... Jyan could hardly remember what it was like. The mix of familiar and unfamiliar sensations could prove to be... unlike anything he'd felt from his Master before.

"I would like you to... do with me as you please, sire," Jyan replied, the tone of his voice both anxious and passionate. His fingers were idly caressing his own thighs as he desire grew, the faint pink hue on his cheeks deepening.

Gertrude let out another purr as he sat up and moved to the edge of his large bed. He then stood and made his way over to Jyan. He was rather happy to hear that his pet was willing to let Gertrude use his body in whatever way he wished to. Jyan truly was such a good pet.

The crazed god ran a finger from the base of Jyan's neck upwards and ending at the other's chin, lifting it a bit. His words about being a bit more affectionate this time was true. However, Gertrude was a bit more primal than most people durring sex. Whether he could maintain that gentleness or not was anyone's guess.

"Have you ever been taken before, my pet?" he asked, purring some more.

Gertrude's purring sounds were driving Jyan insane with anticipation. His spine tingled, the feeling traveling throughout his body. He was starting to become hard. This fact made him a little embarrassed. He didn't want to seem too eager and end up being teased by his Master. That would simply be too much. As the deranged god approached him, Jyan held his ground. His posture was relaxed but his back remained straight, ever dignified.

"I have, sire," the loyal underling replied when he was asked if he'd ever been taken by someone. "A long time ago."

Though young in appearance, Jyan was quite old. He'd loved and lost many people through his lifetime, male and female alike. There were a few whose names he didn't even remember. He didn't care to try. His old life of drifting no longer mattered to him. This was his new life and he enjoyed it immensely.

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Gertrude could tell what his purrs were doing to Jyan and it excited him to know that just a purr could elicit such a reaction from the other male. He trailed his finger back down Jyan's neck but went further than where he had started before. It trailed down the other's bare chest and stomach before stopped at the hem of his pet's pants.

"Hm. What do you wish for, pet? Think of this as a reward for your obedience. I'll let you make requests as to what you want from me. Besides, rewarding you was so pleasurable last time. I decided to reward you again," he said, still purring.

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Jyan's eyes were locked onto Gertrude, not staring straight ahead as most soliders would have when their superiors stood so close to them. This was no simple evaluation, though. Well... not an ordinary one, anyway. Jyan's heartrate was beginning to increase. Gertrude's exploring finger wasn't helping matters either. The servant felt his manhood stirring once again as his Master paused that pesky right at the top of his leggings.

'Just a little... more...'

He fought to keep his borederline desperate thoughts from showing up on his face just yet. He couldn't suppress a small smile at Gertrude's words, however. How generous he had been being with his rewards lately. Jyan felt a certain pride swell in his chest, happy that he and only he had been fortunate enough to receive them. He had a choice to make, now.

How did he want this to go....

It didn't him long to make of his mind. "I would like for you to pleasure me with your mouth again.. like before," he began, letting the memory of that time fill his head. "Then... I would like to be taken on my back... What happens from there is entirely up to you, my lord..." he closed, a sexy smile playing on his naturally pouty lips.

Gertrude smirked upon hearing his pet's words. There was no hesitation in his request. Many of the males that Gertrude had been with in the past were hesitant to voice their wants to the crazed god, but not Jyan. It was very interesting indeed but it was good that he didn't have to guess. He hated guessing. However, he rarely punished for something as small as hesitance but that doesn't mean he wouldn't if he felt like it.

"Hm. I can do that," he purred.

"Why don't you rid yourself of your remaining clothes then?" he added.

He could tell that Jyan was already rather aroused. The god, too, was like that. He enjoyed teasing his pet but he also enjoyed hearing the other's sexual desires. It was interesting and no one was exactly alike. Perhaps, he'd let his pet make requests more often? Or until he got bored of his pet's requests.

Seconds after he'd spoke, Jyan wondered if he had been too forward. His requests were bold and he knew it, so he knew that there a chance of upsetting the twisted man. Thankfully, though, Gertrude seemed pleased with his honesty in voicing what he wanted. He agreed to do what he'd asked and Jyan wanted to jump for joy.

"Yes, sire," the soldier replied after being instructed to take off his pants. He did exactly that. He looped his thumbs into the hem of his leggings, catching his underwear as well. He lowered the items slowly, wincing in mild pleasure as the fabric brushed over his still developing erection.

Now nude, stepped closer to Gertrude. He leaned in and stole a kiss without permission. A deep one. He knew that he was taking his life into his own hands, but he hoped that the deranged god wouldn't punish him for this little overstep.

The kiss wasn't lengthy. Jyan pulled away after about thirty seconds. His eyes searched Gertrude's, trying to read his reaction before he actually gave it. No such luck. The man's odd eyes were far too complex.


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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.

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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.