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Jyan gave another singular nod as he was given permission to approach Gertrude's throne. It took only nine steps for him to reach the elaborate chair from where he stood. He came to a stop on the platform just in front of Gertrude. The handsome servant spoke no words as he stared at his leader for several seconds.
He moved in at last, leaning forward slowly. Jyan closed his eyes at the last moment, just as his lips touched Gertrude's.
The kiss started out feather soft. It's firmness grew almost instantly, however. Jyan counted the passing seconds, wondering if Gertrude would stop him or complain.
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