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Mark bolts out of the gallery, wanting to get as much space between him and Carrie as he can. That girl was crazy, thinking he'd spend any more time than necessary here at the ball now that someone's recognized him. But, he's going so fast that he doesn't even see the half-elf as he rounds the corner, and crashes right into the other male.

The half-elf grabs onto the wolf, holding him by the upper arms. “Whoa, there. Are you all alright? Is something the matter?" He is dressed up as one of those knights of love, complete with the revealing lack of armor.

“I… I just…" Mark says, his whole body quivering. Either this guy is the real deal, and he's in trouble, or he's a witness, which is also no good.

The knight glances downwards, and a soft smile spreads over his face. “Ah, I see… you are excited about the festivities. No doubt looking for the next thrill?"

Mark tilts his head but soon feels the breeze between his legs. His gasps and covers his still hard member. “Oh gods, sorry! I didn't know, I mean…

“There's no reason to worry," the knight says. “My name is Tybalt, Paladin of Love, and I'm impressed. Though, I sense nerves about you."

“Ne… Nerves? Ah, right, nerves. I'm nervous, that's it." Shit. This guy really is a knight. He can't reveal that he was here to rob the place. “I haven't been to a party like this before!"

Tybalt places a hand upon his bare chest and bows slightly, then holds his hand out. “Well, then, good sir, allow me to work on those nerves for you if you would have me."

Whimpering, Mark takes the knight by the hand. Tybalt leads him away from the hall and away from the exit.

The knight leads him to an empty room, which only has a bed within it. Almost immediately, the paladin unbuttons the wolf's top, though it isn't the quick tearing that Mark has been used to, but a slow, gentle consideration for his outfit. When Tybalt slides the jacket and the shirt off of him, the half-elf leans in, placing kisses upon the wolf's neck. It… it actually feels pretty good!

The knight removes his armor as well, soon getting down to only sleeves and leggings and that loincloth between his legs. And even that soon disappears as he pulls on the string, letting his body be exposed as much as Mark's.

Mark can't help but admire the man and his beautiful form. But, how in the world is he going to get out of this?.

Tybalt leads the wolf onto the bed, allowing him to sit. Mark isn't quite sure what is happening, until the knight slides on top of him, sitting upon his lap.

“Aah!?"

Tybalt rubs the wolf's shoulders, fingers brushing over some of his scarred flesh. “You've been through a lot… you have a lot of tension. Why don't you release some of that upon me?"

Mark opens his mouth, ready to say something in protest, but he really cannot think of anything other than to say “Y… yes"

Tybalt smiles, shifting his weight on top of the wolf. One hand moves down, fingers wrapping around the wolf's still hard shaft. “Here you go… use my body to remove all frustrations. Relax… and enjoy…" He lowers himself down, his tail hole pressing against the throbbing member.

Mark whines as he feels the tip pop inside the elf's warm boypussy. His breath increases in intensity as he holds the elf tighter in his grasp, claws digging into Tybalt's shoulders.

The elf gasps, but he doesn't protest. Soon, he lowers himself, his mouth open as he lets out his own cooing groans.

Mark cannot believe himself. He's not here to fuck people. He's trying to get out… to escape… escape… avoid all his problems. And Tybalt is showing him a way to do so.

Growling, Mark leans in close. Tybalt tilts his neck, closing his eyes. The wolf nips at the sensitive elf flesh, getting a gasp and a moan from the paladin. That is enough to tip Mark over the edge. He continues providing sensual sex bites over the paladin's skin, following them up with little licks over the reddened surface. Tybalt responds by rocking his hips, sliding up and down along the shaft. It's surprisingly easy to go inside, the feeling from Tybalt's hole, much like being with a girl. How did he do that? Were all knights of love so beautiful?"

Mark wraps his arms around Tybalt's back, thrusting his hips forward in a less loving motion and more primal fuck. Tybalt throws his head back, letting out a long and low moan with each movement of the wolf boy's hips. Mark loses all of his worries and his cares. He just goes at him, over and over again, until, finally, inevitably, he releases with a howl, deep inside of the paladin's body.

When the haze disappears from Mark's perception, he finds himself lying side-by-side with the paladin, the elf breathing easily and tracing over some of the wolf's scars. He didn't notice it until now, but the elf had his own scars, much like his own, but lighter, barely perceptible. His finger traces over one of them and Tybalt grabs his hand, kissing the back gently. “I sense a kindred spirit in you…" the elf says. “But I also sense something else… you bore me everything, but you are still hiding something."

Mark curses himself and takes a deep breath, confessing to this priestly, wonderful man. “I'm not a good person. I've come here for selfish reasons… harmful."

Tybalt smiles and leans in, embracing the wolf. With a quick kiss upon his nose, Tybalt says. “Love can be selfish sometimes, yes, but the trick is to find a way for the ones who share love to be selfish together. Now, were you going to harm someone?"

“N… not physically, no."

Tybalt's hands rub up and down along Mark's body. “And no one has been hurt today, yes?"

“N… no one has…" Mark replies.

“Then, there's nothing to worry about. Of course, if you're up to no good… it means I can't leave you out of my sight." Tybalt sighs, burying his head in Mark's fuzzy chest.

The wolf whimpers. It's going to be a long, long night.