Simon was holding onto the edge of the altar with one hand, the other sliding between his thighs to reach his back end. With one finger he started to caress the edge of his anus, his breathing becoming heavier, then he put it inside slowly, moving with sensuality as he was gritting his teeth to refrain himself from moaning. He was not sure exactly what Thomas was thinking, but it probably wouldn’t help if he made too much noise. He continued to stimute himself until his penis was so erected it was almost painful. He had slid two more fingers in his anus, and he was now rexed enough that he had only one thought in head : He wanted Thomas to jump on him and pound him hard. It might have been his instincts as a familiar, or his real feelings, but either way he refrained himself from doing anything that could make the Shaman uncomfortable. As a knight, he had enough self discipline to keep the control of his body, so he cleared his voice and said in a low tone :

  “You can come now.”

  He still had his eyes looking forward, so he had no idea of what was happening, but he knew that Thomas didn’t approach immediately. He took some time, then after a few minutes, Simon saw two hands pced on the altar, on each side of his body, and he could feel the faint warmth of someone behind him. It excited him even more, and he had to bite his lips to refrain from arching his back, presenting his back end to the Shaman. The wait was painful but also strangely erotic, as Thomas got a bit closer and Simon could feel his breath in his neck. However, it didn’t exactly happened as he had expected.

  “I can’t.”

  The knight opened his eyes wide, still looking at the artifact.

  “What ?”

  He looked on the side. Thomas’ hands were shaking.

  “I can’t get hard.”

  Simon had his mouth agape in disbelief. He felt nothing seeing seeing him in this state, literally offering himself to him ? Or was it something else ? Did he not feel lust ? Did he only like his lover and nobody else ? He wanted to make sense of the situation, but before he could try to understand, Thomas muttered between his teeth.

  “I’ll use magic to get it up. Don’t move.”

  Soon, the knight felt something warm against his thighs. Even if he wanted to keep calm, this sensation woke up another feeling in him, mixed with the instincts of a familiar, and he held on even tighter to the edge of the altar.

  ‘I’ll think of the rest ter, I just want him to pound on me right now…’

  Simon kept his eyes on Thomas’ hands, mesmirised by his slim fingers as he felt something slowly entering him. The knight groaned, trying his best to not make a sound, but his legs were starting to shake. Thankfully he had his stomach on the altar, or he would have fallen to the ground. For some reason, it felt different from all the other times he had sex, Thomas’ penis felt scortching hot, in a way that was stimuting him all over and sending a whirlwind of sensations to his brain. It was probably the effect of a circution of flow, and it was truly magical.

  Having reached as far as he could, Thomas started to move backward then forward again, and Simon was already about to come. It felt surreal, so good it was painful, and even if Thomas was clearly a novice and was not doing anything right, it was probably the best sex the commander has had in his life. He was holding tightly to the edge of the altar, to the point were his joints were becoming pale, his breathing raghed to a visceral growl as his eyes were rolling in his orbits. The only thing he was able to focus on was this beautiful hand with thin fingers, and the skin so pale it appeared ghostly. For some reason, it felt even more erotic and he bit his lips in culpability because on top of him, he knew Thomas’ expression without seeing it.

  The warm breath in Simon’s neck was uneven, but it wasn’t because of the pleasure. Thomas was sobbing. He had been crying since he first entered the knight, cold tears falling in the blue hair and on the stone of the altar. This whole experience appeared to be excruciating painful, and Thomas’ hands closed into fists as Simon was reaching an orgasm. The commander contorted, arching his back and closing his thighs, failing to hold onto the altar as his nails scratched the stone and broke. His groan grew louder, but he took everything he had in him to prevent himself from making any sound. He couldn’t stop himself from climaxing again and again, it was as if an unknown force was swirling within him and pleasuring him non-stop. It felt so good that Simon was unable to think anymore, not noticing the artifact gaining a pink color and shining brighter. However, he could clearly feel Thomas taking his penis out and walking away. The knight wanted to protest, turn back and hold his beautiful hand to make him stay, but instead he bit his lips and focused on trying to stop the spasms shaking his body. Thomas felt already bad, he shouldn’t act like a smitten lover.

  It took a few minutes for Simon to be able to put some weight on his legs and stand up. He put his pants back on, checking his anus.

  ‘Nothing… Well, of course he wouldn’t ejacute. Did he not like it ? It was absolutely stelr for me, but I guess it isn’t the same for him…’

  Simon buried his sadness within his heart and checked his own penis. He could wipe it off with a handkerchief, but the side of the altar was covered in a sticky white liquid. The Shaman probably wouldn’t like it. After exploring his options, he finally decided to take a bit of dirt and throw it on the side, covering the white in brown. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous camoufge, but at least it screamed ‘strange and dirty’ instead of ‘sex’. Finally, after adjusting his armor, Simon turned around. He anticipated that Thomas would be gone, but the slim man was sitting on a stone nearby, looking into space with a hollow look. His eyes were red with tears, sunken, and the light of life had left them. He didn’t look like someone that just had sex. Simon spped himself internally, bming himself for this.

  ‘You could have been more considerate ! I can’t believe you only thought about yourself in such a situation ! It was his first time, he didn’t want it, and he already has a lover. Couldn’t you try to help him rex ?’

  It was too te anyway, so the commander swallowed his guilt and approached at a reasonable distance, sitting on another stone that had fallen from the wall with the passage of time. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move either, he was just waiting for Thomas to gather his thoughts. The night had fallen completely, covering the forest in a veil of darkness, but the inside of the temple was illuminated by the fully repaired artifact, a ball of pink light with mysthic engravings swirling around. It took a while, maybe an hour, but slowly Thomas started blinking and his eyes wandered in the void, finally nding on Simon. The knight took a neutral tone.

  “The artifact is repaired.”

  The Shaman slowly nodded. He could feel the flow stabilising in the area, and now that the device was working properly, it was easier to notice the fluctuations in the forest. He could feel the presence of Simon, Tari and Tira outside, a few cursed beasts running away, and even farther in the woods, the group of knights. He had gained the ability to survey an entire area. Was it because of the mix of his demonic power to sense enemies, and the flow ? He could feel the source swirling within him, full to the brim, and as much as he felt better, ready to do everything, and as healthy as ever, it also felt disgusting. He tried to chase away the thoughts from his brain, but it was no use. The circution with Simon had felt awful. Not because it was bad, truthfully it felt so good he thought that he would lose his mind. But it was an artificial pleasure brought by his nature as a Shaman, not his real feelings. Feeling an intense pleasure while at the same time being tormented by memories of rape was the worst thing he had ever experienced. If possible, he never wanted to do it again, but he knew it was a vain wish.

  At least Simon had followed his will and never turned to look at him. It helped a lot, because Thomas could imagine that it was Bael that he was ying with. Was it offensive to think about someone else while having sex ? Probably, but Thomas had no other choice, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to even touch the knight. To clear his conscience, he preferred to be honest.

  “I thought about my lover while we were doing it.”

  He expected Simon to be angry, but the commander simply nodded.

  “That makes sense. You have known me for half a day, and you aren’t attracted to me.”

  “You are not angry ?”

  The knight shook his head.

  “No, it’s normal. At least I think it is ? Truthfully I have never been in a position to save the world by having sex even if I don’t want to, so I can’t tell. But at least I don’t find it offensive.”

  Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

  “I hope the other familiars are as nice and understanding as you are.”