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The Knights of Love bring ritual and tradition in the act of coupling. While there is magic involved, the holy rites are often seen as strange and archaic to those who just want a piece of the often beautiful practitioners of the sacred order. After all, the best way to get a stranger to love you is to look beautiful yourself. However, that does have the unfortunate side effect of making any ritualistic practice look so tempting, so beautiful.

And that is what Gavit witnesses now. For all of Patrol's high-and-mighty teachings of love and honor and all that, he is still impaling himself with the mighty member of the larger half-elf. The kobold's cock rises up to a full display, bright red and ready, while his eyes unfocus, and his mouth remains agape in lust.

Yes, they may be lovers, and yes, they may be Knights, but they are still mortal, and they still feel these needs, these desires, and Gavit needs something right now.

Gavit approaches the two and climbs atop of Tybalt without asking for permission. Patrol's unfocused gaze snaps immediately towards his partner and beloved, about to say something before Gavit presses his nose up against Patrol's.

Hot breath exchanges between the two, boosted by the heavy sighs coming out of the kobold riding the elf. Gavit's own member desires and is ready, and it clashes with Patrol's sword in a delicate and playful dance. Soon, the kissing of their noses turns into a caress of crown against crown. Gavit holds onto the other kobold, pushing himself up, readying for Patrol to take him.

But Patrol shifts, even on Tybalt, and wraps his arms around Gavit, keeping the needy kobold from fulfilling his desires.

"W… what are you doing…?" Gavit huffs.

"Control…" Patrol says. "You need to have it, beloved. The time will come for your own blessing, but we are blessing Tybalt."

"I'm only trying to help…" Gavit responds though Patrol can see through his lie. Patrol smiles and tilts his head, letting his tongue play along Gavit's neck.

Gavit growls, tilting his head back, looking up towards the half-elf. Tybalt's face is a mask of determined movement. Even in such an erotic state, the humanoid keeps himself in a state of professionalism. And why is that? Is he not enjoying himself? He should consider himself lucky to be able to fuck Patrol like this, since the elf's holy sword is often sheathed by duty. It can't be because Tybalt does not enjoy the pleasures of men. No, Gavit has heard about the High Priestess's favored Knight and how he can please and be pleased by many, regardless of gender. There has to be one other option, and a growl rises up from the kobold's throat when he considers it.

His mind snaps back to the present when Patrol nips his neck. The growl becomes one of love instead of one of jealousy, instead of one of hate.

"Don't… worry about me…" Tybalt says, huffing as he fills the kobold, stretching out Patrol's hole. "You… two can… express your… your love"

"Well, you heard him…" Patrol says, his eyes fluttering.

"I did…" Gavit admits, sliding up, straddling Patrol, letting his cock trace along the beautiful muscles of his mentor and lover. He allows his entrance to come in contact with the length that quivers and oozes in anticipation.

It is bliss. It is home. Gavit loses all his worries and all of his concerns as he rides his beloved. He chrrs and clicks and nuzzles upon Patrol, rolling his hips, and even gasping as the thrusts forward from Tybalt translate to Patrol's own movements. The momentum, the force, the love, all of it is quite amazing for the kobold. And it's only a matter of time before his breaths, his high-pitched squeals, translate into a release that sends hot gooey cum onto the stomach of his lover.

Both kobolds breathe out with shaky breaths, but Patrol is not done when his eyes widen, and his mouth opens, shaking as he feels the release of Tybalt deep inside of him.

Tybalt groans out, letting the two both know the enjoyment he feels, but Gavit knows it is as much a reflex as a real sign of pleasure, so he doesn't give it much heed. Instead, he nuzzles against Patrol, holding him close, not wanting to let him go.

That is when the half-elf's arms wrap around him, pressing against his back, pulling him into a hold. And the three of them sit there, embracing, enjoying the warmth of skin and scale. For a moment, then, Gavit's concerns melt away. For a moment, he remembers how the cares of others outweigh his own.

But all of those moments have to end sometime, and soon, they are all cleaned up and dressed once more.

"Good luck to you, Brother Tybalt. That blessing we placed upon your sword today should be enough to help you vanquish whatever monster you may find hidden in the Wildlands' darkness."

"And good luck to you both," Tybalt says. "I am happy that the two of you have each other on this perilous road. Be sure to spread love and to remember all that is important." The elf's fiery red eyes latch onto Gavit, and the kobold averts his eyes from him. Of course, the half-elf would warn the kobolds. How weak these little ones are. How they are incapable of many things that he is. That they would need to go together just because of the necessary protection. He shakes his head and says. "We should get going, lover. Our quest awaits."

"You are right," Patrol says, sliding hand-in-hand with Gavit. "Let us go. To spread love and happiness to all, yes?"

Gavit squeezes Patrol's hand. "Yes, that would be lovely," the worried kobold admits.

The two groups head off in their own separate ways, the kobolds to their quest, and Tybalt to a nearby farm on the next step of his own journey.