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you knew your master was prone to ordering you to do things. cruel things. yes, she'll dress it up as you doing your job, protecting her from a potential threat. even though you, a skilled warrior tasked with guarding the head of the clan's daughter, assessed the person and concluded they would be harmless to her. you did it anyway. you'd think about what you have done after, murdering an innocent man who had no ill intent. the blood dripping from your sharp blade. splattered across your cheek. robes soiled. it almost made you feel guilty, made you feel a step closer to hell.
when you would come back from your mission, Mistress Seibelle would give you her highest praises. she'd dote on you (you refused it each time, but would reluctantly take it when she pouted at you) and spoil you, as if you weren't a servant, bound by her to do your bidding. but of course, you weren't just a normal bodyguard.
a hybrid. a cat hybrid, in fact. which is why Seibelle is so attached to you more than her human servants. you see, the mistress adores cats. loves them with her whole heart. she couldn't resist petting strays in the street, despite your warnings. your own tail would flick in displeasure as she gives these random cats attention. she'd notice and giggle, letting her flowy sleeve rise to pet your disgruntled self.
Seibelle likes to pet you. a "stress relief", she says. you knew better. but…
it feels so nice!
your mistress scratches behind your kitty ears currently, and the other hand scratches the bottom of your chin. her blue nails scrape pleasantly against your skin, coaxing out sweet purrs from you. your head rests in her lap, her kimono spread about her criss crossed legs. your own fingers curl around her ankle, gently clawing at the soft fabric of her socks.
she smiles, eyes shaped like crescents as her long brown hair spills over her shoulders to gaze down at you. her ocean blue kimono with silver accents fit her perfectly. it's your favorite one on her. she knows.
"my sweet kitty," Seibelle coos at you, continuing her actions. your purrs vibrate though her plush thighs. "such a good girl."
face burning at her praise, you turn your face deeper into her body, tail flicking and curling in on itself. but you can't stop nuzzling into her touches. you felt as if you were becoming more and more like a wet, goopy puddle and less obedient slayer. it's why you continue doing what she says. you know it's wrong but…
again. this treatment? it appeals to your cat instincts. and you hate that it does. a servant isn't supposed to snuggle against her mistress on the futon, hands clasped together and soft breaths on each other's faces. a servant was meant to serve food or act out on demands by the mistress, not used as a pillow! you still remember the time Seibelle told you to lay down on a futon, only for her to climb atop and bury her face into your chest. she definitely heard your heart thud rapidly throughout your ribcage.
this woman was just too teasing on top of that! she knew what she was doing, and you couldn't do a single thing about it! what would you tell her, "no"? not if you wanted to keep your head. and besides. you learned that you liked to listen to her instructions. because even after soaking blood into your hands, she cradles your face with her own equally as bloody ones. that possessive and dark glint in her eyes as she smirked at you had a shiver trail up your spine. out of fear, discomfort, or attraction, you weren't sure.
"maybe i should get you a collar," Seibelle thinks aloud, the fingers giving you scritches on your chin go to trace your collar bone. "have my name on it. show everyone you're mine."
"mm," you hum absent mindedly, blinking up at her slowly. "but everyone already knows that, Mistress."
she tsks and your ear twitches at the sound. "i don't like it when the men stare at you for too long. practically drooling. as if they could hypothetically, theoretically have a chance to keep you." she scoffs.
you stretch out across her lap for a moment, bones cracking and tail going rod straight. you settle back into her lap, arms wrapping around her slim waist. "you know i can kill them before they blink…"
Seibelle chuckles. you purr louder. "you're right. you can be extremely bloodthirsty and violent kitty cat, can't you?"
"it feels as if you're teasing me again, Mistress," you mumble into her clothes.
she leans down, breath tickling your ear. you shudder. "you like it, my adorable kitten."
a soft kiss against your temple has you melting than you could possibly ever do. Seibelle giggles at the ticklish feeling of vibrations shooting up her tummy and continues her caresses.
you'll be there awhile. after all, who's her good kitty?