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Dhiate shivered with unease as she practically melted in his arms. It felt so wrong. He didn't actually understand what was so repulsive about a woman in his embrace, only that it was so. He hated the feeling and it made him nauseous.
Dhiate felt her curl forward in his arms, felt her breath on his body. He leaned into her, to give her support, but flinched as soon as he did. He felt her teeth dig into his skin, barely a hair away from breaking it. His blue eyes were widened in shock and no remains of seduction lasted on his beautiful face. Why had she done that? What had he done wrong? Dhiate stopped long enough to give her a confused look. Did she want him to stop? Was that why she had tried to bite him?
A soft whine of concern left his muzzle before he could stop it and the words escaped before he bid them to. He didn't know if he'd regret it later. "Mistress, are you okay? Did I do something to upset you?"
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