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Imagine:

Your master shows you who is behind the mask.

"Master, you wanted to see me?" I say. It's not unusual anymore that we see each other so often.
He stands with his back to me. "I want to show you something," he says.
And the next moment he takes off his mask. I am surprised, but also curious about who is behind the mask.
He slowly turns to me, the mask in his left hand.
My heart stops for a second when I see his face. He looks even hotter than I imagined.
He has slightly longer hair that partially hangs over his face. He watches me carefully. "I showed you who I am because..." he seems to be thinking. "I don't want you to be my acolyte," he says. "What?" I ask, confused. "I still want you by my side, but not as my acolyte, but as my wife," he says, and I'm shocked. This is quite overwhelming. "Don't get me wrong, this is a bit much right now, and I don't even know your name," I say nervously. "My name is Qimir," he says, coming towards me. He puts his hand on my cheek.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb. "Qimir," I whisper and look at him. "Why me? There are better women than me," I say and look away.

Qimir gently grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "You are beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he says, and I search his eyes for any sign of lying, but I quickly realize that he is telling the truth and blush slightly. "I will prove to you every day how much I love you," he says, coming closer and stopping a few millimeters from my lips. My heartbeat accelerates. "Qimir," I breathe. "Do you want this?" he whispers and I nod. "I want to hear it," he grins. "Yes... Yes, damn it, I want this," I say, and immediately his lips are on mine. The kiss is passionate and I put my hands around his neck and pull him closer to me. Qimir presses himself closer to me and I feel a hard bulge and moan into the kiss. We break from the kiss, I look at Qimir and his eyes are full of lust. "Shall I show you how much I love you?" he grins. "Yes, Master," I grin back and he growls, grabbing me and practically dragging me back to the ship.

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