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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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