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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.
((I'm off to bed! Goodnight! *hugs tight*))
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