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Michlah wraps his lips around the thick and meaty head of the cock of the Paladin of Love, his tongue flicking at the tip, stroking back and forth over its entrance, up and down and side to side, and swirling, savoring every bump on the thing and the shape of the hood, from its flare to the sensitive underside. A soft sight rises from the young man as his worries finally disappear. His smaller member stiffens between his legs, dripping in anticipation, drops clinging to his thigh or staining the clean mattress.

His toes curl, and his rump wiggles, that feeling of delight rushing down from his mouth all over his body. It's beautiful to be lost in the joy of making someone feel good.

And he can tell that he's making Tybalt feel good. The cock itself twitches and sways, but the breaths of the knight get heavier, with hints of gentle gasps rising from him. Tybalt watches him with half-lidded and happy eyes, his palm patting and petting the subordinate male with encouragement and whispered praise.

“You're doing wonderfully. Keep up the good work. It feels so wonderful."

Tybalt wraps his leg gently over Michlah's back, sighing as he runs the hand over the long strands of hair keeping him in that strange and wondrous embrace for now.

The paladin's lids flutter, and he turns his gaze towards the window, where the sunset continues its descent into the horizon. “Ah, n-not to alarm you or anything," the paladin says, “but nighttime is drawing near. I just thought you'd want to prepare in case something unforeseen happens."

Michlah pulls his lips free from the paladin. A strand of the paladin's pre connects the tip and his mouth, but he licks it up, his eyes shifting to meet Tybalt's. “But we're going to try to control it, to tame it, yes?"

“That's correct," Tybalt says, scratching behind his ear.

The smaller male strokes along the shaft of that impressive member, sighing as he enjoys the warmth, stiffness, and girth under his hand. “Mnngh… and you can't cure me with this? Are you absolutely certain?"

“As you are now, it would probably deal more harm than help."

And what if I were transformed?"

Tybalt sighs, pulling the traveler in closer. “I've offered temporary aid to those afflicted but nothing more. I simply can calm the beast within when they lose control. If there is corruption, it is excised, but the horrible truth of lycanthropy is that it heightens base instincts. It is a reflection of someone's primal desires and the shutting off of the moral centers of the mind. I know not what might happen if I overcome you too much with my potent smite."

Michlah's palm presses against the shaft, sliding up to the tip and back down again. “It must be so difficult," he muses, “having such a wonderful cock and not being able to use it when you want."

“It was a bother at first," the paladin chuckles, a slight smile spreading over his lips. “But having such a thing is a burden in and of itself. I cannot wear regular clothing without discomfort, and most people of human size cannot handle taking a significant amount of it."

“And that's a reason you are a monster fucker?"

“Perhaps it has its perks," Tybalt admits, “But no, I was always raised in the church to be the piercing weapon of love."

“You didn't choose this life?"

“I did, once I came of age," Tybalt says. “But I suppose it is based purely on my circumstances. That, I shall never know. But it is a good life, and it is a life that I believe in. I've had my trials and tribulations that led me to this decision."

“You're such a man of mystery," Michlah purrs.

“I can be less mysterious to you if you wish. Even though I cannot fully use my front end to measure lovemaking, other parts of my anatomy can be utilized in the process."

“You're a bottom?"

“A switch, I suppose you would say," Tybalt says, nodding. “I've trained and appreciated many avenues of delight."

Placing his hands on Tybalt's thighs, Michlah presses his tongue against the base of the shaft and licks upward, an almost bestial growl rising up from his throat as he laps over that cock. “That's fun, but I don't top, at least… I haven't tried it… not with a guy."

“Would you like to?"

Michlah shudders. “Ugh, it's gross."

“I assure you, it's not when one is prepared."

Michlah blinks. “Are you?"

Tybalt nods, a soft giggle coming from those lips. He rolls onto his back, his cock down against the bed, his balls plump below his butt. He rests his cheek upon his arm, pushing his hips out, revealing his rear to the young man. “A delicate diet and ritual bathing procedure means I am ready whenever. It is a process that takes a long time, and many outside of the faith find it difficult to maintain."

“Y-yeah, I know that," Michlah says, sitting up. He gulps, squeezing those fat-toned buttcheeks, spreading them, and gasping. “That's the pinkest, prettiest star I've ever seen. E-even with women. It's unreal!"

“A knight of love must prepare his body for the pleasures of his lovers," Tybalt says.

“Y… yeah," Michlah says, his thumb approaching the thing, watching it twitch and puck under his stroke. “So, w-what can I do with it?"

“Anything you want. Just let me know what you'd like.

Michlah licks his lips and then bites his teeth, his dick practically bouncing. “Sir knight… may I, can I, should I… eat your ass?"

“You can. I have washed thoroughly, so you should be safe down there, but there is always risk in all you do."

“What's wrong with a little risk?"

“Nothing, as long as you know, and both are fine with it."

“Then, I'm going in!"