Heirs of St. Valyssa Pt. 02

Brother Felix hurried Gloria, the demon-spawn servant out of their quarters, murmuring a flimsy excuse to her, to give them a few moments of privacy, "How many times do I have to tell you not to trust anyone here?"

Trajan didn't meet Felix's gaze. Despite his earlier impulse, he was glad that his friend had been here to stop him from doing something foolish.

"What were you thinking, Trajan? That she was just offering herself out of a sense of politeness?"

"I don't see you chastising René over this! He's had a different woman in his bed each night we've been here."

Felix sighed and rubbed his forehead. Even though Trajan had almost compromised them by taking the demon-spawn servant to bed, no harm had been done. He knew he needed to break the tension, get Trajan's anger cooled before their presence was required by their hosts.

"René is a lost cause, and we both know it. We would have had to lock his nethers in iron and hide his lockpicks to keep him chaste."

Trajan's frustration and anger was stalled as the image of their demon-spawn companion locked in an iron chastity belt sprang forth. Trajan chuckled, and Felix knew his companion was ready to hear reason. Felix pulled the sleeve of his cloak back, making a point to show the thick, brown scales on the back of his hand. Felix's tone dropped, and he gave Trajan a severe look.

"René is not one of us, Trajan. He's a burglar and a lech. He is a demon-spawn himself; the offspring of carnal union between a human and The Infernal. You can't expect any better of him."

Trajan nodded thoughtfully, and bit his lip. Though Felix was invoking a common cliché about demon-spawn, it was hard to argue against the fact that René fit the stereotype.

"Trajan, when our sacred mission is complete, and we return home... Do you think anyone will care who spent evenings in René the Burglar's bed?"

"No."

"And what would happen to you, if Her Excellency discovered that one of The Family's promising young knights had despoiled himself with an infernal servant of Astaroth? What would happen to me?"

Trajan remained silent; there was no need to answer that. They would be ruined; Felix would be an oathbroken priest, and Trajan would be persona non grata to The Family.

"Astaroth's goal is to compromise us, Trajan. We must hold strong."

Thoroughly chastised, and ashamed at his own impulsiveness, Trajan threw himself on to a nearby couch. He laid there, looking at the fresco painted on the low ceiling of their guest quarters. They were so close to their goal of reaching the Lands of Wroth, and Lord Ba'al's palace. Astaroth, just like the other demon Lords they had faced, was trying to break them, to sap them of their strength before they faced Ba'al. Lord Astaroth was the most conniving demon they had faced yet; no matter where one turned in this labyrinthine palace, there was some lewd depiction, or some wild act of passion being committed between His servants. Everything here was meant to inflame their passions, and lead them astray.

Here, the fresco painted on their ceiling, depicted an identical pair of demon-spawn women in show-white robes, being presented to Astaroth like twin brides. The women disrobed before an infernal altar, bent over on all fours, and offered themselves to the Demon Lord. In the very last image of the series, the women had each grown a pair of red wings, and plainly had Astaroth's seed running down their thighs.

Felix noticed Trajan shifting to a more comfortable position on the couch, and saw the obvious bulge in his pants. This was a problem. If Trajan was so pent up that he couldn't keep his mind from carnal thoughts for more than a few minutes, they might all land in serious trouble. Felix took off his robe, and hung it on a nearby hook. Trajan had begun to idly touch himself through his pants, while Brother Felix's internal debate continued.

The Church of St. Valyssa held no specific taboos regarding sexual purity. Those who had been bound in matrimony before St. Valyssa were expected to hold to their sacred oaths, but those unbound were free to give and receive pleasure from who they liked. Trajan and Felix were both unbound by vows of matrimony, but they had taken other vows, equally sacred, and it would be... Problematic if they were caught consorting lustfully with servants of a demon Lord. While Brother Felix watched his friend, his heart began to beat faster. Blood was rushing to his ears, and the room felt as though it were closing in.

Am I really about to do this? Can I go through with it?

A lingering look at Trajan's face was all it took to convince Felix of his decision. Though he had been gangly and too-tall as a squire, Trajan the knight had filled out his armor quite well. He had broad shoulders, thick, rock-like biceps. Despite Felix's prior entanglements with slim-half-elven men, Felix realized that Trajan was quite handsome. And this would not be unpleasant.

Trajan jumped at the unexpected touch from Felix. The priest had disrobed, and was undoing the buckles of Trajan's pants.

"What are you doing, Felix?"

Felix gripped Trajan's cock through his pants and squeezed, "You need this."

Trajan leaned back into the armrest, "But, you said-"

Felix had freed Trajan's shaft from his pants. He looked down at it, and took a breath, "I know what I said... Neither of us can risk you falling for the infernal wiles of Astaroth's servants."

Felix began to stroke the underside of Trajan's cock, and felt it stiffen further in his hand. The knight made no move to stop him, so Felix lowered his lips to brush gently across the tip of Trajan's head.

"The Empress isn't going to care if you've been blowing your seed down my throat. And I-"

Felix hesitated. He had to be sure he wasn't about to commit a sin of falsehood. He looked up to meet Trajan's gaze, and realized again how handsome his childhood friend had become, "I am not doing this for pleasure, Trajan. I'm doing this to keep us safe."

With that, Brother Felix set himself to work, wrapping his lips around Trajan. Using his tongue to slide up the underside of Trajan's shaft, and closing his lips tightly across the throbbing top of his head. His head bobbed up and down, taking in as much as he could. Trajan ran his fingers through Felix's brown curls, and rested his palm on the back of the priest's head. With women, Trajan always needed to hold their heads in place, and thrust deeply to gain his pleasure. Felix though. Felix sucked so greedily, there was no need. Trajan could already feel his climax beginning to build.

Felix concentrated on ending this as quickly as possible. He didn't like the wild thoughts racing through his mind as he sucked Trajan's throbbing member. His own cock began to ache for the pleasures remembered from the hazy days of his youth. He remembered a lover, blue eyed, with dark curls who had taught him how to avoid gagging, and who had been the first to introduce Felix to the pleasure of receiving. Felix looked up at Trajan, nostalgic and madly desperate for any trace of the longing that Eldriel had held for him.

But Trajan wasn't looking at Felix. His back was arched, and his head was thrown back in pleasure. The man groaned and gripped the couch's pillow, struggling to hold himself back, and prolong his pleasure. Felix remembered something that had always finished off Eldriel. Felix wrapped his lips around the tip of Trajan's head, and gripped the base of his shaft firmly. He sucked the head continuously while his hand stoked wildly up and down. He felt the surge and pulse of Trajan's climax, and heard his friend's loud moans. Felix felt it hit the back of his throat before he tasted it; the warm, salty taste of a man's pleasure. Felix swallowed it down, and stroked Trajan again to ensure that the last drop was milked from his cock.

The priest fell back, panting. Trajan lay on the couch, limp and spent. He gave Felix a weary, satisfied look, "No woman has ever done that as well as you, Felix."

Felix smiled, and wiped at his lips, "I doubt any woman ever will."

Trajan laughed, and his gaze fell down to the obvious bulge in Felix's pants, "Do I need to return the favor?"

Felix flushed. Embarrassed at his own arousal, and afraid of what he might say next. He wanted Trajan, badly.

"For our safety, of course." Trajan said gently, as he knelt down to unbuckle Felix's belt.