“M-Must fight it though..or it might hurt eventually,” she strained, flexing her hand out. Why did the anon have to give her such a curse. “And I doubt it will go away with just doing it once, master—…”
Eyes blinking, a shot of shock zipped up her spine and made her rigid. Had she really just called him that? Were there magic anons related somehow?
“S-Sorry I didn’t mean to say that..it slipped out..” In her shock she hardly noticed her hand reach behind him, stroking his backside before smacking it once. “Oh geez!”
He ‘eeped!’ again, but it wasn’t a sound of pain, exactly. “I d-don’t think it will. I don’t think this creature feels pain the same way I normally do.”
At the word “master”, Jack looked up sharply. “Wait, what was that?”
Bringing her hands up to cover her lips, Katelynn shook her head though her expression rarely changed. Sure she could blush in embarrassment but she was like a horror doll – no expression.
“….It slipped out..and actually if I remember correctly the magic anon said something about us being such a pair so I think mine might be related to yours. I keep having feelings of pride..and then the master thing…maybe I’m supposed to be your slave or servant?”
Jack frowned – or would have, if his face was capable of forming expressions. “Slave?” His long, sinuous arms tightened around Katelynn as he hugged her. “I don’t care if that’s what the anon commands, I’m not going to treat you like my servant."
Jack Maple 