<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Any<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>"I am able to continue, Master," Myra said to Jas through their telepathic link. "Nothing that is being done to me threatens my ability to serve you or would prevent me from protecting you, should the need arrive."<br/><br/>"There was pain, but very mild," Myra replied to Meow aloud. "Nothing like the pain or combat, or even of training. But something inside me is... responding to it. I feel a... warmth and a desire for..." she shook her head. "I don't know. I don't understand. Serving and protecting Master is all I should desire."<br/><br/>Myra gasped at the sudden, unexpected sensation of Myra penetrating her and was pushed forward into... something. Not Jas, who she knew was in front of her, but something else, something warm and meaty. She felt, then, the taste and the sensation on her tongue and lips, transmitted through Jas. He was... kissing and licking the thing. Was she expected to do the same? She hooked a finger into her mask to pull it down and started awkwardly folowing Jas's lead, kissing and licking. The taste and the smell were... strange, unfamiliar. And they seemed to make something flow from her lower parts, just as the hits on her behind had.