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[ grunts, raising a hand to his wrist ]

I am telling the truth!

Drop your hand. And speak with emotion.

[ it drops it and speaks with venom, eyes narrowed. ]

I am aroused. Is that not good enough for you?

[ he laughs! ]

Yes, I suppose that is enough. Do you think you have earned a reward?

I do not trust any reward of yours.

Orgasm.

[ look what a good master he is ]

[ wwHAT THE FUCK

It hits hard and fast, and it curls over with a cry, hips spasming and shoulders hunched, face red and more than a little mortified. what a new feeling. ]

Thank me for the reward.

[ as soon as Cys is able, of course -- understandably that might be rather distracting. he reaches down to touch its face with both hands, trying to force it to look up, wanting to watch. ]

[ it whines, softly, at the touch, eyes unfocused and breath a little short even as the compulsion makes it speak

I belatedly realize all this is triggering objectives anyway oops.]

Th... ank y... ou...

You're welcome.

[ he practically purrs, dropping to a knee to be able to be closer to it -- stroking its face, its hair, it ears. ]

[ it trembles, fingers curling tight against the ground as awareness returns more fully to it; its ears press back against its head, uncomfortably, and its tail tucks, despite the still slightly-oversensitive shivering at gil's petting. ]

[ he slides his hands down its back to the base of that tail, tugging it to try to get it out from where it's tucked, and he presses his face into its hair with an amused sort of noise. ]

[ it's tense, and he gently growls at the feeling. ]

What... are you doing.

[ he pulls back enough that his next words aren't muffled -- ]

Roll over.

[ a half-hearted scowl, but it shifts a little to sit and lay down, rolling onto its back, front of its robe a little damp from its unfortunately abrupt orgasm. ]

[ he shifts to straddle its legs, hands resting at its stomach just above that soiled spot ]

You made a mess, didn't you, dog?

[ it squirms a little, uncomfortable. ]

You did not let me undress.

[ he lifts up on his hips, giving it space. ]

Undress, then. Dogs do not wear clothing.

[ sighs, a little irritated, but the robes melt off not unlike tar, clinging and dark. ]

Good dog.

[ he murmurs, sliding his hand down its bare chest, its stomach, to stop above its thigh ]

Would you like to clean yourself?

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