Again, if not for Millie, you would, in fact, be very, very, very dead. Well, Millie as well as Moxxie but Millie was the one who actually brought up the idea of KEEPING you. And while you'd rather not be a pet, you're not gonna upset her when she did that.
So..you start licking, cringing as the taste of salt and grime hit your tounge...but you keep going, licking and licking and licking as the very, very last bit of dignity you held onto slipped away...your eyes start watering...you don't like this, not even a little, but it needs to be done. You need her to like you... or as far as you know the massive demoness would ditch you without a second thought...You're shuddering as you keep forcing yourself to lick...
Millie was enjoying this way more than she should be. She didn't even look down at her pet, purring as she felt his tounge tickling at her toes...but after a bit she does gaze down and see... The absolutely pathetic display her pet was giving her. Shuttering with each lick, seemingly moments from crying... and she's felt with a feeling she wasn't expecting
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