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One truth taught by the Knights of Love is that one can be sure to discover many things about a person in their most intimate moments. When they let all their guards down and seek to be as close and together with a partner as they can. Indeed, this is demonstrated when Michlah's face presses against the presented rear of the offering Tybalt.

The paladin grips the sheets. His breath is heavy when he feels the muscle invade, delving around his pink star, lapping up and pushing inside. “S… so," he huffs. “You take a dangerous path… w-when it's presented as s… safe from a figure of authority."

Michlah pulls out, squeezing the knight's cheeks, frowning. “What are you saying?"

“I wonder if it's because the woman who cursed you is so persuasive or that you're so easy to trust that she was able to afflict you."

Michlah growls, his nails digging into Tybalt's rear. “Are you trying to psychoanalyze me when I'm tonguing your boy hole?"

“I need to know everything I can about you should we travel together and the animal within takes over."

“I'm not sure it hasn't," Michlah says, looking at the glistening and quivering thing before him. “I'd never… never consider doing this before."

“You can stop if you'd like."

Did you enjoy it?"

“Only if you do."

Michlah snorts. “You're frustrating. You know that?" But before getting an answer from Tybalt, he dives right back in, his tongue pushing in further. It wasn't at all like he thought it would be. As his tongue passes over the lips, they give him the sensation of tasting someone's neck or shoulder. There's a hint of muskiness and a dash of excitement of taboo.

And the soft gasps that rise up from Tybalt's lips are enough to push him even further. Hopefully, he shuts the paladin up this time while Michlah does his work. He has one goal, and his hand trails down from the cheek to Tybalt's thigh and then down over his balls, fingers sliding up and down them a bit.

It's all so silly but all so wonderful. He wraps his fingers around the long cock pinned between Tybalt's thighs, holding tight, feeling the pumping of blood increase into that member.

“H…ah…. Michlah…" the paladin pants, tilting his head back, his back arching downward, his hips pushing toward the young man.

Michlah pushes further, from the insistence of the Paladin's movements and his curious desire. As he gets deeper, the taste shifts to a more buttery taste, his tongue pressing against the walls.

That's when Tybalt gasps.

He found it and wasted no time lashing over that spot, attacking it with his tongue.

“Aa…aaa h…. Aah.!" Tybalt's cries are so girlish. Could he be an alto or a soprano if he chose to sing? All that matters, for now, is that he's singing for Michlah. That control over this bigger and stronger man is enough to get the tingling sensation in his mind to fire off and expand its warmth throughout his body.

But this feeling isn't enough. It can't be enough.

“Grral…. Tybalt."

The knight peers over his shoulder, his face red with the delight of the attack on his prostate, but he sobers up when he looks at the smaller male behind him. “Your face…"

“My… face?" Michlah sits up, turning toward the wall, where he's greeted with his reflection. His eyes are bright and red, reflecting on himself with an intensity he hadn't seen before. And his cheeks have a fuzziness to them he hadn't seen before. He pats them, turning back toward Tybalt, shaking his head, and staring at the window.

“You're changing faster than I would ever expect."

“I gotta hide, I gotta."

Tybalt bounces to his knees, wrapping his arms around Michlah, pressing their chests together, his tongue delving into Michlah's mouth.

The transforming Michlah tenses up before he melts against that embrace. When Tybalt lets go, Michlah falls onto the bed, taking deep breaths, his elongated fingers tearing at the sheets. “I'm going to be dangerous."

“You're going to control it."

“If I can't?" he snaps.

“Then I'll control you," Tybalt says. “Now focus. What do you want."

“I want to be normal!"

“What do you want before your anxieties get to you?"

“Huh? To… to make you feel good."

“Focus on that feeling," Tybalt says, lying on his side. He lifts one leg, demonstrating his flexibility. He clasps onto it, holding it high in the air, watching the smaller, fuzzier male with his fluttering eyes.

Michlah lunges forward, grabbing Tybalt's leg, gripping tight, claws digging into his flesh. “S… sorry," he grunts. “I can't help myself."

“Is that the curse talking?"

“N… no, it's me! I want to be stronger. I want to be confident in myself."

“You can control the beast within, Michlah," Tybalt assures him with a smirk, “and as your reward, you may have your way with my body.

Michlah's ears, sliding up his head ever-so-slightly, twitching as they get pointier. He yips to the paladin, thrusting forward, pressing the head of his cock against that lubed-up hole and entering him.

It is paradise. Simply beautiful to be wrapped around that snug entrance into the depths of the paladin's body. At the same time, he almost feels as if he's traversing into his soul, a connection of body and mind unlike anything the traveler had experienced. What is this experience? And can he hold onto this without fully succumbing to the monster he believes himself to be?