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The Knights of love come from all walks and travel throughout all of the lands. Yet, their order is so small that to run into one is a rare, if fortuitous, event. To see two in the same town is a cause of celebration, but to find three is unprecedented--worrisome.

When Gavit and Patrol stroll into town, the people murmur and keep themselves away. The two kobolds give friendly greetings to the townspeople but allow the villagers to keep to themselves to not cause too much untoward trouble. They head to the local tavern, hand-in-hand, and with heads held high, not showing how the stares pierce through their confidence.

Inside, they immediately see what has been causing the stir among the villagers. Sitting at a table is a half-elf unmistakably of their own holy order. The armored arms and legs and beautiful exposed skin could signal no other type of knight. He sits at a table, looking over some maps while talking to a rather imposing gnoll. The giant creature waves to him, heading over towards the bar, giving the kobolds the perfect opportunity to slide up to the table and speak. "Greetings, lover," Patrol says. "It is a beautiful day to spread our love, yes?"

The half-elf leaves his notes and smiles. "Ah, well met, lovers. I am Tybalt, servant of High Priestess Tymara. How wonderful it is to meet my fellows here out on this Holy Quest of mine."

"You are on a quest?" Gavit asks. "So are we!"

"Alas, that means we cannot aid each other, unless our paths cross," Patrol adds. "I am Patrol, and this is my beloved, Gavit. We are currently heading north towards the bandit roads. There are ones there kidnapping and deflowering maidens that need to be stopped."

"That is a heinous crime, indeed," Tybalt says. "It would be good to show them the error of their ways."

"Perhaps," Gavit says, a slight hiss in his voice. "But depending on the number involved, it may be impossible to change their hearts." He clenches his fists, gritting his teeth.

Tybalt nods. "Taking the necessary steps against evil is part of our way. It is an unfortunate part, though. I, regrettably, had to turn down that hunter over there to help rescue maidens from an insidious fey because I have a much more urgent mission to attend to."

"And so, you leave them to their fate," Gavit says, sighing.

"We are mortals, beloved," Patrol says, placing a hand upon his shoulder. "There is only so much we can accomplish."

"And they are not without their saviors," Tybalt adds. "The baroness of the land has placed a bounty on the nymph."

"No doubt the reward comes to those who bring her in, no matter if she is dead," Gavit laments.

"Perhaps," Tybalt says with a frown, "but I cannot waver from my current mission, as it could prove to be most important."

Patrol, hugging Gavit, furrows his brow. "I've heard rumors buzzing around here. Does your quest take you Eastward?"

Tybalt's reply comes soft and sullen. "Indeed."

Gavit's ears perk up upon hearing that. "The High Priestess hears of the rumors of monster attacks and disappearances, and only sends one of her knights? Surely, Lover, we can help him?"

"The High Priestess sends her Favored Knight," Patrol corrects his beloved."It is not possible for us to interfere, for we made a vow to our own quest. We cannot abandon those which we chose to save."

Gavit growls. "It's not fair! I wish there was something I could do! Patrol, I-"

He silences when Patrol presses his mouth against Gavit's. Gavit tenses up for only a moment before melting into his lover's embrace. When they pull away, Patrol speaks up once more. "There is something we can do. That is, of course, if Tybalt is interested in hearing us out?"

Tybalt keeps his warm demeanor, pushing himself up from his seat. "Oh, there's no need to explain. I was about to offer you the same thing. Patrol… Gavit… I would love it if you were to join me today in a ritual of blessing."

Gavit's eyes go over the body of the half-elf, a soft growl rising up in his throat, though his eyes smolder at the concept. "Ah, yes… that could do us all well enough."

"Shall we go to your lodgings for the ceremony?" Patrol asks.

"Unfortunately, I do not have a room here. I rented one out, but a traveler is using it to rest at the moment. I would not wish to disturb her. But come, there is a sacred spot not too far outside of town. You can tell me more about yourself and your adventures while we make the pilgrimage."

"How wonderful," Patrol says, hopping off of the seat. He holds a hand up, and Tybalt clasps onto it, giving it a squeeze. The half-elf holds his other hand out towards Gavit, who grabs it with no hesitation. There, Tybalt looks to the two of them, nodding. "Well, then, I wasn't expecting to meet so many kobolds on this journey. This is quite the omen indeed."

—

Fellowship in Order of Love is often seen as strange and taboo to those outside of its cloistered order. There are those outside who see the knights as nothing more than prostitutes with a higher view upon themselves. Others find their acts strange and perverse as well. To have three walking out of the inn and out of town incites rumor, disdain, curiosity, and jealousy.

The trip to the sacred place was not as long as Tybalt had made it out to be, and so the discussions of past travels among the knights are short and straightforward. Tybalt finishes up a tale for the two kobolds as they breach past the dense foliage to find the glittering spring beyond. "And so, that dragon is now a full member of the Order of Love. He has a good heart, but there is a darkness within him that pains me to still see."

"A dragon? A real dragon?" Gavit says this, his hands upon his hips. "Yet, he has succumbed to the tortures inflicted upon him? I thought dragons were of a superior breed, unharmed by the mere afflictions that so-called lesser races?" He snorts. "Seems that distinction isn't quite so black-and-white.

"I would say us kobolds are stronger than anyone gives us credit for," Gavit huffs.

“Perhaps," Patrol says, stepping into the water, placing fingers into the cold, clear spring. "Ah, this place has magical properties, indeed. This must be one of the many fabled springs of the Wildlands, flowing with magic and brimming with power."

"Yes. There are many such fonts in the forests and wildernesses of the area. I hear tell that great magic has always been found in this place, both holy and not," Tybalt says, sitting down upon a stump. He places his hands upon his knees.

“Well, then," Gavit says, his eyes lingering on the seated half-elf, focusing at the tabard covering his legs. “Shall we receive your sword and gather our blessings?"

“If that is how you wish to go about the ritual," Tybalt says, closing his eyes. "Then, I will happily allow it for you."

"But perhaps I should take him first," Patrol says, standing up and playing with the string of his holy cloth. "After all, I am more experienced in such things. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, beloved."

Gavit nods. "Very well, but I'm not going to sit back by myself."

"I'd hate it if you didn't join in," Patrol says, letting the sash fall to the wayside, approaching the humanoid, who already tents with the arrival of the smaller being.

Patrol pulls the tabard aside, sighing at the sight of the impressive sword that springs up between Tybalt's legs. "Now, I can certainly see why you are favored by the High Priestess."

"Not the fact that he's related to her?" Gavit huffs.

"Hold companion," Tybalt says, holding his hands out, pressing against the kobold's chest. “To prepare yourself, shall we anoint the sword first?"

"Indeed," Patrol says. "Gavit. Perhaps, you could join me as well in this matter?" Patrol sits on his knees in front of the exposed paladin and places hands upon the half-elf's thigh. The kobold leans in the breath from his nostrils, causing the rod to twitch. He rolls his tongue out, licking along the length, from base to tip.

Gavit nods, undoing his own tabard and joining his companion on the other side of the paladin. Together, the two kobolds lick over the shaft, sliding tongues over it with slow and determined motions. They let no spot be untouched by their saliva.

Little groans rise up between the two as Tybalt's breath becomes broken but deliberate. He places his hands upon their heads, holding them close so that while they are blessing each other, he could still have a little fun.

The sounds of nature join in on their combined breaths and gasps, but it isn't very long before the sword glistens in the sun's rays pouring in from the trees.

"Ah, you maintain your sword well," Patrol says, pushing himself up. "I'm impressed, yet a little jealous."

"It is here to share when needed," Tybalt says, "but it can be a burden."

"Yes, I bet so many people want to taste this, but can't. You'd destroy them with your divine energy," Gavit says, rubbing his jaw as he stands up. "Alright. Patrol, are you ready?"

"Indeed, beloved," Patrol says, stepping up to Tybalt.

The Half-elf grabs the kobold by the waist and lifts him up, spinning him around to face away. Patrol spreads his legs, his own sword exposed for Gavit to see. Tybalt's strength is quite impressive as he lowers Patrol down, letting the elf's sword rub between the legs and then poke up, the two swords touching.

Patrol rocks his hips forward, letting the glistening spit rub off just a bit onto his sword, a sign of their solidarity.

It is through this intercrural frottage that Patrol speaks up. "Tybalt, Knight of Love, may this sword guide you true. May it not steer you away from the path of light. Let all those who taste its power find redemption, not destruction, through your love."

Gavit sighs, his own cock twitching at the sight of Patrol giving this human such treatment. "If only it were so easy to tend to the world in such a way and make it better," he says, half-breathing, half-sighing.

Tybalt lifts Patrol up just a bit, and Patrol shifts in positioning himself correctly. "Now, let us see the power of your sword," the older kobold says, tilting his head back and sighing once he feels the head push against his tight kobold hole. "Aah… yes, you are the sword of the Knights of love…" he says, mouth agape, eyes rolling back.

Tybalt lowers Patrol down, the kobold's hole taking in the cock more and more. It swallows the length with a remarkable skill for one so small.

Gavit can't help but be impressed. He can't help but feel the pre oozing up from his own sword and the anxiety of wanting to join in without being called by his lover first…