A Holy Blessing
Paladin Nesso. Can you explain your sinful perversions?
Commission for Jayjay
A Holy Blessing
Paladin Nesso. Can you explain your sinful perversions?
This is the report from Paladin Nesso about the fall of the Zenith Squadron and the Beek case.
As you know, I was dispatched with General Chana and the Suntouched on a crusade toward the demonic Bastion that was founded twenty years ago.
I was not handling the logistics; I was solely following the orders. My duty was with my squadron and my men as we were to advance to the south. Our mission was to circumvent the Hellbent Paces before the assault and establish an outpost that could reinforce our positions so far into the Sunlands.
We made good progress; we moved faster thanks to the scouts who had previously mapped out our path. This was not their fault, as they could not have predicted what happened, but we relied on their maps to progress through the desert.
Due to the Hellish Paces' natural geography, we had to take many breaks, but we could have joined our forces with the Suntouched four weeks before the assault. However…
However, we were ambushed.
The commandment assumed the Stormweavers would be at the forefront of the clash between our armies. Alas, this was not the case.
It seemed the Demons had planned their own assault on our supply lines. It was through luck we intercepted them. However, the battle was already lost.
We were outnumbered five to one. The Demons had their Stormweavers. Our priests can do little against their powers, and though we tried to push through their lines, we did not have the footing for a proper assault before the Stormweavers cast their ritual.
In one instant, it was as if the sky had turned dark.
The clouds hid everything, and the wind howled, pushing us back. We couldn’t see anything due to the sand. We had seen a hollow before, a few minutes before our clash. I ordered our people to retreat and form a defensive line, while our priests and healers rushed back.
Amidst the chaos, I tried to maintain the command line and conveyed my orders through messengers while I stayed behind.
But as the storm grew, I was losing sight of my men. I was constantly fighting the Demons, slaying them and pushing them back until I couldn’t see them.
Then, something hit me. I think… Yes. I think that was a rock or something the wind hurled in my direction. Even now, my helmet still bears a dent from the hit.
Nevertheless, I felt something hit me in the back of the head, and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was covered in sand. I had to dig myself out, but I was no longer in the Hellish Paces. How it happened, I do not know, but the summoned storm must have been stronger than what the Demons had planned.
I couldn’t tell exactly where I was. However, with certainty now, I can say I woke up in the Hellmar-struck mountains, northwest of our desired position.
Yes, I know it is unlikely for someone to survive a Hellstorm. More than that, to wake up more than a hundred paces away.
I can only praise the Holy Light for that survival.
Yes… To return to the report.
I… I woke up wounded but not dying. After looking around, I found no traces of my Zenith squadron. I heard most of my men died, and the other Squadrons have taken the remnants.
Alas, I spent hours searching for them among the crags before I gave up.
I can map where I was. But I had little supplies, I couldn’t push for long.
Since I wasn’t aware of my position, and our main outpost ought to have been located westward, I followed that direction. I was unaware the storm had sent me miles behind our lines. I continued my journey through the mountains, following whatever direction I could guess when I saw it.
Midst the burning sands, I saw what could only be compared to a hallucination. An Oasis.
Yes, I know this sounds far-fetched, but there is an Oasis so far into the Demon territory. I can assure this and vow it.
There is a lush Oasis located deep in the Desert. It has tall trees; the herb is grassy; the plants grow in lush expanses. There is even soil, soil that can be cultivated! Some trees are bigger than three men, and each branch is heavy with fruit.
I spent maybe one hour gorging myself on fruit and drinking clean water.
That’s when I encountered Beek.
I had stripped down to wash my wounds when it happened. He was there, taller than a man. Larger than me, with a round belly. He looked like he’d been carved from a tree, majestic. When those golden eyes looked at me, I could tell. He holds wisdom beyond the ages.
He gave me his name, Beek, and presented himself as the Caretaker.
I know many of you think we should kill any elemental or creature hailing from the wilds. I shared this opinion, but… No longer. Not when I saw him producing a Betel seed from his satchel, planting it in the ground, and making it grow into a small bush.
A Betel bush! Like that! And he used its leaves to tend my wounds. Even now, if you look at my arm, the scar there has healed thanks to Beek.
If it weren’t for him, I could have died from an infection.
I am aware the Inquisition frowns upon those who help the Aberrants. But for as long as the Holy Empire was established, the Demons have been a problem for everyone.
Their curses are regularly impacting our crops, turning mere illnesses into plagues, and worse. Their last incursion was barely fended off at the frontier. Imagine what would have happened if we had not had the forces at the garrison.
Imagine if, instead, we could wield someone’s power to give life to those lifeless lands?
This is why I thought of bringing this subject to the order. And why I accepted to give this report. Because Beek proved to me it was possible to create soil from the sand and to grow plants in the most arid lands. And then more!
Above all, he is loyal to the cause. You may doubt, but… It is the truth.
On the second day at the Oasis, with Beek tending to my wounds, something happened.
It wasn’t an incursion, but a Demon entered the Oasis. Tall, large, practically a feral Lighthunter who might have been caught by the Hellstorm and followed me.
It entered those grounds with purpose. It spewed fire, burnt the plants, and searched me.
As you can imagine, it was a distressing situation for us.
Yet, with my weapon and despite my wounds, I could take out the Lighthunter. I had to avoid its lunges and its dangerous, volatile spit. Even the fire it spewed in my direction.
But I slew it, I planted my blade in its skull, and it died.
However, the Oasis was a mess after that. No, more than that, Beek was visibly shaken. No… He was even willing to see our point of view about the Demons.
And I am sure he can be an asset in repurposing the Sunlands and turning them into lush fields… If we do not account for the… Nature of his body.
Holy Light.
You know, every Paladin like me vows themselves to chastity. Never shall we take a girl, a man, a beast, or myself. I vowed never to take… But… The nature of our holy vows never included an Aberrant. And…
As much as it is troubling me, Beek needs subsistence. Not food or water like us, but life… Energy. Something we can produce in ample amounts. Something that is in our… Semen.
Yes. But nothing in our Holy Scriptures goes against this.
And just like Saint Ayan said: ‘The only crime of an innocent Soul is to be spared from this world’s pain’. Beek is innocent, yet Beek has… Needs.
When we were done with the Demon, and I had buried it away from the Oasis, I returned to the water to bathe. It was then that I discovered Beek’s needs, and I felt the plants he wielded with such talent approach my body.
They ran along my legs, my arms. They did not tie me, but their forceful grasps were too strong for me after a long fight. My arms, sore, practically craved rest while I was lifted off the ground on a mat of vines. And then… Beek fed of me.
His tendrils approached my Holy back-entrance. For a moment, I was afraid something bad would happen. No. I begged the Holy Light not to smite me as I felt the tendrils inside me.
It did not.
The Holy Light did not smite me as I had Beek’s tendrils slipping inside me, stretching my entrance and making me discover the pleasure from what he calls the prostate.
He massaged my insides and… He massaged my Holy Tool even when I told him this was ridiculous.
He did not relent. He understood my words as a joke, as if I could refuse to feed him. Hence, the vines continued to explore my body. They went over my Tool. They brushed my foreskin, and peeled it back until my tip was exposed.
My mind was abuzz, out of a sudden, with new sensations. Pleasure! I understand it is refused, to keep our minds steady during combat and when wielding the Light.
But… why should we deny ourselves what the Holy Light granted us?
The pleasures of the flesh are something we should not refuse ourselves. We… Beek made me understand we should embrace them.
We should embrace that part of pleasure when something strums our frenum. The heat when our corona is gently squeezed. Or when our foreskin is peeled back and forth. I had his tendrils exploring my veiny Tool. But more!
My nipples, tools of the evil temptation, felt good. They did not hurt like I was taught to by our masters. It was not like when my instructor pinched it.
When Beek touched them, it was like… The Holy Light had soothed a part of me. It was akin to being blessed, kissed, and loved. How could this be wrong?
How could the Inquisition condemn something as soft as a chaste kiss, or comforting like a fatherly love?
Beek eased me. I was afraid at first when he touched my Tool or played with my testicles. I sure could feel intensely stimulated, even overly so. But the way the tendrils touched, it was something… Unexpected. Novel. It is something that, if the church doesn’t approve it, is blessed by the Holy Light.
The eighth verse of Canuptia said: ‘Everything that is love is from the Light. All that is love is the Light. And all the love from the Light shall be accepted!’
Yes! My words are hanging in the balance! But I can’t accept that you are disparaging an innocent soul. A soul that is not only innocent but clearly follows our Holy Light’s actions!
Yes! I will defend it! You want my account? Here it is!
I had Beek’s tendrils masturbating me!
I am not stupid enough not to recognize it. But it was. His tendrils squeezed my… My Tool gently! They dug into the flesh while pulling my foreskin up and down. His tendrils were gently pinching my nipples and exploring my muscles. They made me discover many places that can bring pleasure. My armpits! My ears! Behind them! Even my scalp! Or my posterior!
Yes! Even my posterior as his tendrils gently squeezed and played with it.
I let it happen because I was too tired, but that is not a justification.
Beek loves it.
It is an act of love the way he caressed under my pits, stroked the flesh. Or when he nibbled on my ears with those soft suckers. Or… Or when he had those oozing tendrils playing with my tender orifice.
But… At most, it was my Tool that was blessed and loved by his touch. The passion when he squeezed, the cooing he made when he held it from the tip to the base. Or the undulation of the vines moving as one in a serpentine way.
I was clay in his hand, and yet, a bed of vines held me steady while my body was wrecked by all the pleasure I felt in that instant. Joy, bliss, love. I felt it when he made ejaculate for what had been… The first time in my life.
I ejaculated! Yes! I spilled my seed! But he took it all before it soiled the water or the ground. Beek took it, and well, my body… My sensations have never been the same since he took all those fluids into his mouth and swallowed them all.
I can find myself losing touch in imagining the way he could tickle me under my frenum, or… or how I have that place behind my testicles, right between the legs, where the scrotum meets my thighs. That very place. When he touches it, I feel at peace like no meditation could do.
This is illumination, I tell you.
Illumination from the flesh, yes. But Beek showed me the flesh and mind should not be separated, and… I vowed to keep my chastity and never to spill my fluids myself, I vowed so I could feed him.
Because… This is what Beek needs. He needs those fluids to survive and thrive; this is the truth. And so, he knows and has learned the ways to pleasure us and make us feel good. You… You do not know how it can help us handle the troublesome creatures we have met outside.
I even saw him exorcise a Minotaur of his anger with that touch. Something we thought impossible happened, and not only a Minotaur.
All the bandits or creatures hailing from the Sunlands, Beek can soothe and ease their souls. That… that I am certain.
To my report. Yes.
Once I was milked and ejaculated many times, I could barely move my body. My legs were sore from stretching, and so were my limp arms. He could have abused me, but instead, Beek was gentle in helping me put back my clothes and armor.
After that, he guided me outside the Oasis to a caravan that had settled not far from the Oasis, in a hollow they used to protect themselves from the Demonic incursions.
That’s when I met the Kelgers brothers, three Goblins who have been in tight contact with Beek. They were also the ones who provided me with a map, showed me I was going the wrong way, and offered I travel with them since Beek liked me.
All things considered… I would not have been there in front of you, nor would I have been able to warn the army about the Stormweavers if not for Beek or the Kelgers.
What about the promiscuity? What promiscuity?
I understand you might disagree with my vow to Beek. But you cannot judge another kind for having intercourse when they did not show vows.
The Kelgers are goblins. Of course, the creed would have refused them, but that does not mean they are not fervent believers. They pray to the Light, much as we do. And if they do not bear the emblem or the chains, they helped a fellow Paladin without fear.
And everyone knows how many of our Brothers and Sisters became slavers or bandits because of differences with the church.
So yes… They are promiscuous, and I did not join them.
When I met them, I was wary of them. Beek had been trusting of me, far too trusting. And much like everyone else, I can say I doubted the Goblins’ nature. The Kelgers, Kel, Ger, and Elge looked to me like a trio of bandits.
But their hardened expressions and attitude are born of the harsh land, much like how grass grows difficult and stiff from an unwelcoming soil.
Still, once we exchanged names, and Beek spoke on my behalf, our conversation was much more agreeable. I even remember… How they talked about the war.
“You are ballsy to come to this part of the land,” Kel said.
I answered I am here on a holy mission, to assault the Stronghold.
“No. The stronghold is a silly trap. If you’re part of those preachy priests, you’d better not go there. It’s a death trap.”
Of course, I asked about it.
“That’s-“
[Redacted by order of the Overseer Landra]
That is why I am not judging them.
They truly believed the Church knew about the real stronghold located under the fortress. And this is why I… Came back here so quickly, despite being in a caravan.
They helped us and… Well, if the nature of our interaction had been surprising… I do not think it can be taken against them.
Should I elaborate?
Why, suddenly, is the council so intrigued by what happened between us all when you have been so keen on silencing me when I spoke about the pleasure provided by Beek?
You want to know? Fine… I never partook and never spilled my seed with them.
However, I watched.
Beek and the Kelgers have a peculiar relationship that is born from Beek’s hunger.
For months, Beek had been around the Goblins, who thought of him as an innocent creature at first. They assumed he was, much like you do, an Aberrant without much of a mind. And… They fed him.
Much like the first night we spent together.
I was sitting by the fire when Kel passed in front of me.
Instead of his leather garb or his flowy silk, the Goblin was naked and… Well. He was endowed. Despite his tiny body, I could guess he has a tool that is… beyond the five inches? Or perhaps less?
I am not an expert, and I’ve never come to measure someone’s genitals! Even less of another male! Do you think I could give you an exact measure?!
What… What I can tell is that he was bigger. Bigger than some people I’ve shared baths with, and he was not afraid to flaunt his genitals before me.
No, he even swayed his hips while laughing at my prude reaction.
“Are you afraid of a cock, man?”
“No,” I answered, sure, but hiding my face. “I have made a vow of chastity.”
“What… Like a cuck? You’re going to a brothel so you can sit when the bull is doing the dirty?”
“No! I- I never went to a brothel!”
“You’d better go there and get your biscuit wet. Most knights should do that, to get their stick outta their as-“
[Redacted by order of the Overseer Jenoy]
Our discussion was tense. But yes… he confirmed this.
Beek had used them as a source of sustenance. Much like how he was their source of pleasure. As despicable as you might think it is, it has been an arrangement that worked for the four of them.
And… I was a witness to this.
I was invited inside their tent to be shown how it is done.
The brothers were around Beek, who looked much bigger than they did. Yet, they were in control. They ordered Beek to go on all fours, and I could tell Beek was consenting. No, he even shook what was his posterior as an invitation, even eyeing me and smiling.
I… I wouldn’t dare. But I observed it.
Ger was the first to act. He grabbed Beek by his posterior. I… never thought Beek was curvaceous, but on all fours, with that angle, he looked particularly endowed. No. Wait. It was… It was because he had his arched back, yes. He arched his back, putting forth his posterior, making it seem bigger than it was.
Ger smacked it, making it clap like thunder itself. But I did not hear a complaint from Beek! It was… Strange.
His posterior was hit and smacked as if he was being punished, but he was asking for more.
He was begging for it, his voice so slow when he said: “More”. But that is true.
He asked for more while Kel and Elge went to his mouth.
They were the two together, acting in tandem when they gripped their cocks and offered them to Beek to swallow. And sure enough, Beek swallowed them. Both organs passed through his lips, and I dare say… I had a hint of curiosity about knowing what they experienced.
They are… The brothers are the stoic and pragmatic kind; I dare say. But when their cocks slipped past Beek's lips, they… Well. They could have been lubricious bastards; it would have been no different.
The way they changed their demeanor could be compared to Lord Argent suddenly acting with a vile appetite for violence. It is silly, but I swear they changed, and almost for the better.
They cooed, they smiled, they even praised Beek while stroking his chin. And their cocks moved inside his mouth, stretching it and filling those cheeks like one of those tiny rodents living in the Sunlands, filling their cheeks with seed.
It was… The same.
Beek had those cheeks filled, but I heard no complaint. His body language was of pleasure while he shook his posterior. And though I heard him whine out loud, I wanted to stand up. Ger signaled me to sit back down while he inserted his entire cock within Beek.
My Tool burned. I admit. That display had something that was different from before. I stayed chaste. My hands did not touch my Tool, and my Tool touched no one.
But I feel needy, and my loins were afire.
I was as if, again, I was being milked by Beek but not touched. I could sense the heat at the tip of my tool. And I could tell my testicles were heavier and in pain. Worse, my codpiece felt so much tighter than it ought to be.
I kept my armor on, despite how hard it was and how hurt I was. But I endured… I endured so hard, I can swear on the Holy Light. I swear, should the light smite me, that I did not touch myself in that moment!
I am not crazy, and I am not saying we should do like them.
But as I watched, I saw the pleasure on the Goblins’ faces and their excitement. Sure, their words were filthy when they talked to Beek like a woman of small virtue. But they did so… Not to demean.
I heard Beek cooing, much like them, despite their cocks slipping in and out of his mouth. Or the same when that posterior, plump and large, was smacked by the Goblin’s thighs.
It is a love only those four shared at that moment. A type of love I watched while the Kelgers shot inside Beek’s body.
But not only once.
After they were done, the Kelgers asked Beek to go on his back. That way, Kel was riding Beek’s belly and squeezing his cock between Beek’s pectorals. He squeezed together and tight, like this. Yes, like two buns holding his flesh. And in that way, he thrust as if he were penetrating a hole.
Sure, it was not, and that semen was spilled on Beek and the mat. But neither complained. Nobody complained about it.
Why would I complain?
Like I said. They did not vow themselves to chastity. I did.
I was only a witness to a love entirely new to us and different from ours. Of a kind that the Church has sanctioned and an Aberrant whose nature makes it feed on sexual prowess.
Yes! I… I might have told myself I was doing this to make sure Beek wasn’t abusing them.
It was they who used Beek, who used his mouth, fucked his asshole.
I observed it all, a witness… dare I say, I was even given a full view of the gaping and cum-riddled orifice Beek had in the end.
That orifice looked different from… My own orifice. Or others.
Maybe it is unnatural, but it looked like one of the doughnuts that brother Dough makes for us before the call to prayer.
It was an orifice with a wrinkle-free rim and cum covering the entrance. The same cum that dripped from it. I gasped at this. I gasped when Elge and Kel fucked it right in front of me.
I was flustered and bothered, sure. My armor felt so tight, I thought it would explode from the pressure within. But I watched them both moving as one when taking Beek’s orifice, their genitals going in and out at a different pace.
Kel was faster. Evidently so. His cock was the fastest in pumping the orifice, whereas Elge was slower.
And… If it were only a matter of feeding, Beek might have preferred only Kel. However, he was praising and calling for both. They… were sharing that moment. They acted together, and there was nothing driven by greed or gluttony.
Of lust, assuredly. But lust between non-avowed is something the Church has taken its stance on long ago.
Lust shall be judged by the avowed, but be accepted by those whose hearts have accepted Love yet have not embraced it completely.
You cannot ask me to judge it or say they were heretics. Their actions were in front of me, and I told them I was there to watch over Beek.
Neither did I lie about watching it, nor did I lie about being bothered.
My actions and thoughts now are different from before.
If I were to stand there, I would tell them I am watching them out of curiosity and interest. But I did not before. Nor did I think watching this would arouse such… appetites within me.
This is not gluttony, nor is this lust produced by actions.
Perhaps… Perhaps this is admiration?
I admired what happened. And I admired how Beek was enthralled and positively appreciative of the bond between them.
I stayed chaste through the ordeal, as they took Beek on all fours, the two at the same time, while he was on his back, or even having him ride their groins.
There was even a time when Beek used his vines to lift himself so all three could have a moment with his asshole.
I remained chaste, but at one moment… I felt blessed. Blissful.
My groin… The fire within it exploded into pure Light. Into a blessing, much like before, though I did not touch myself.
I can swear again, if desired.
But I can assure you this: by watching those lustful behaviors and that complacent breeding, I received an Illumination.
My… Holy Tool soiled my underwear with fluids, but I felt much at peace.
No. This was not a hallucination or something brought by alcohol. I was clear of mind, and I did not take part in any libations.
I was merely a witness to the situation. But being a mere witness was enough to make me feel bothered. I assure you. And illuminated! Mainly illuminated, yes!
I do not need to be probed for this.
My mind is sound, and I can also affirm this… This was not the last time it happened.
Not with the Kelgers or the others.
Once they were done, I, of course, checked on them.
After they’d used Beek, taken him, made him bend and please them in all sorts of positions and whatnot, I ran to them and checked for any wounds.
Beek’s posterior looked redder, much like the Goblin’s thighs, and for a moment, I was afraid there were severe bruises.
I was about to lay my hands on their wounds, but they refused and told me it was unnecessary.
That the burn from the afterglow was essential to them, and even Beek agreed.
Still, I helped them clean up. I was the only one whose legs weren’t shaking, so I helped the Kelgers clean their groins and… I helped the same with Beek’s posterior, patting the semen dripping from his orifice.
I also asked him if it made him feel demeaned to have the Kelgers use him that way. But… He told me he did not care for that. No… Well. He said that, but what I understood from what he said was that he did not care. In the end, he was doing it to feel good, and if his partners felt good as well, it was an exchange.
I cannot clearly describe the nature of the talk we had, since it became personal when he brought up my Holy Tool… And the nature of my semen as well as that of others. I wouldn’t dare to speak of the taste or the texture of many Aberrants’ fluids.
But it explained… To me, at least, his interest isn’t of malevolence. Fluids and sexuality are part and parcel of him; he can’t refuse this part of himself like I cannot refuse myself to breathe lest I die.
Much like the Light exists within us, so does the hunger.
In Beek’s case, his hunger is of a sexual nature. But his devotion to nature and the return of the pristine is immaculate.
So… I cannot condemn it, no matter how much you act like you want me to repeat myself.
I vowed to help him. And I promised to protect him, even though the nature of that protection might be surprising to some.
After that night, I joined the caravan.
The Kelgers were staying with me while Beek continued to tend to the Oasis. Through his power, I saw how the Oasis grew and could easily support a community. I… I mean, if there were two more creatures like Beek, it would be certain that the Sunlands would be covered with green.
Alas, it seems he is unique.
When I asked about his peers or his kin, he did not answer, and the Kelgers confirmed he was the first they encountered.
Still, after a few days with Beek watching over the Oasis, we departed.
Our path was simple, and we often took breaks, though Beek was constantly at the forefront to be fed.
If he wasn’t riding one of the Kelgers, he was offering his mouth to please them.
During that time, I also allowed his vines to milk me a few times, though I refused the offer to do more than that.
As I said, I vowed to feed him, too. But I wouldn’t sully my body. My Holy Tool is his only, and though it might have surprised the Kelgers, they did not fight me on this.
Our evenings always ended with me staying on the side as a witness, watching and helping clean up. Each time, I could feel the illumination reach me. The pleasure and bliss of the light's embrace washed over me.
Then, much like before, I would offer my services to help them clean up.
There was some levity in it, with the Kelgers sometimes calling me the cuck boy, though I am still unsure what it means. But they laughed, and it was clearly meant to illustrate our situation.
No. I cannot say I was feeling bad about this situation. Moreover, though we took breaks, we moved much faster than our squads did during the crusade, so I was assured we could reach the Church, come here, and send a messenger fast enough.
And we did! Am I right?
The messengers were sent, and the Stormweavers have been killed, right?
We lost the Zenith, but we ambushed them back. Though we retreated, we now know the true stronghold for the next attempt.
Should it matter where and how Beek left?
He does not aim to maim us or break the Church’s control over our part of the Sunlands.
Would it be bad to say I do not wish for the Church to make an enemy out of Beek?
As much as my Faith in the Creed is true, I saw more of the miracles I assured. And… And look. I provided the Ektha fruit to prove my truth.
Have you confirmed what they are?
Yes. Their seeds could take root even in the harshest lands and provide us with their medicinal benefits. The Ektha is not a myth. All along, it was there in the Sunlands. We only need to plant them and follow the same creed as Beek.
And-
No. I do not mean we should all sully ourselves.
I mean, we should tend to the Oases, see them for what they are: boons of life and the light. They are not places we should abandon after filling our water-skins. We should focus on establishing villages and communities, outposts even.
The Crusades helped push the Demons back, but we must gain ground. No… More than that, there is ground for collaboration with the other kinds.
I saw that, I bear witness again.
I even talked with a Minotaur about that and how they long for a land. Yes. A Minotaur.
He was in our path. Like with the Demons, I had my blade drawn. I would have slain him much like his kin, who partake massively in banditry.
However, Beek stayed my hand, and the Kelgers encouraged me to watch out.
Much like with the Brothers, I was afraid of what could happen.
However, Beek summoned his vines, and once more, I saw him at work. I saw the tendrils holding a male Minotaur, an adult, still. They rushed along his powerful arms and wrestled his wrists until he dropped his club.
Then, much like with the Kelgers or me, Beek removed the Minotaur’s loincloth to expose his parts. The Bandit mooed and cried, but I watched him act much like any others when Beek’s lips closed on his manhood.
The Minotaur’s ears dropped. His jaw dropped, too. His eyes rolled, and before long, I could hear him audibly… Feed Beek. Never had I imagined seeing a Minotaur… Breeding. And again, I was illuminated by the Light. My Holy Tool burned, but I could affirm there was something strange in how Beek could endure the thrust inside his throat.
I… I can say I was also curious when I saw the Minotaur’s shaft, which was longer than mine in any way, when it was pulled out from his throat.
After that, I assumed I had to get rid of the Minotaur or that he would leave.
However, he… joined us. Much like I, he joined our caravan, and though it was difficult to understand his rudimentary speech, the Minotaur and I talked.
Their primitive beliefs hold that the Sunlands were once a green and fertile land that has since turned dry and sterile.
He, too, was curious about Beek’s abilities and his appetite.
But though his beliefs were foolish… I could see how, with Beek’s help, it could be possible to turn the land fertile.
On our path, we encountered many Oases Beek cared for. With his power, he healed the plants and even refilled the wells, I say.
He cured the ailing fields and brought food to the hungry.
Raghast. That’s the Minotaur’s name.
Much like me, he believed in Beek’s potential and vowed that he would protect him as well. I also learned about playing dice with him, and though his culture was raw… I think the bliss provided by Beek was one way to break the barrier between our kinds.
We did not always see eye to eye, especially about the slavery in our Church and how we try to illuminate the other kinds.
But he agreed our presence against the Demons was necessary for the Sunlands’ well-being.
In the same vein, the Kelgers gave me the map I gave to the Church. There is more land beyond the Demon-infested stronghold. For too long, our limits have always been the Sunlands and the edges of the Demon’s lands.
But it is not. I wish I could bear witness to this. Or even mount an expedition to reach there. But I can only attest that through our travels with the Kelgers, Raghast, Ektor, and Beek, and all the others, I learned many things.
I learned that our methods can change. Love and lust can coexist with our Light’s blessing. I learned some creatures are willing to give the Light and our civilization a chance.
I am aware that the Demons shall oppose us, and it is impossible to reason with them.
But… We can be there for more than conquering or killing.
We could build or support, and they would support us back.
And back out there, there is Beek I vowed to protect. No… He is not within the confines of the Empire. As much as I would have loved to protect him there, to show him to you, to prove my fealty to him… No, he is not there.
On his last day with us at the Caravan, Beek had been particularly agitated.
I do not think it was about us or me.
But often, he would peek at the Desert in the distance and repeat this: ‘I can hear the Big Wolf’.
I… I do not know what a Big Wolf is, and when I asked the Elders, they said it was a creature of legend from folklore. Perhaps it is linked to Beek’s kin.
Nevertheless, on the last day, Beek jumped off the caravan and told me this: ‘The Winged One. I must return to the Winged One. The Big Wolf called, and I must return with it.’
Nobody in the caravan knew what it meant, but Beek vanished like… Like it was nothing. Then, we reached the Empire’s door. Since I had no reason to stay, I thanked my hosts and left so they could return to their trade.
You can probably find the Kelgers brothers and Raghast. They promised to search for Beek and contact me when they find him. But… I wish I could be with them.
End of the Report from Paladin Nesso.