The din of elves and other unsavory characters offering their services and goods was almost deafening as Faylone sat under his favorite tree in Knowledge. He laid his head back against the rough trunk, the cool breeze lightly blowing little strands of white hair across his cheek. He came here often, mostly to escape the usual rigors of the warrior life. His services were always in demand somewhere, but he was perfectly happy to sit down and relax, especially considering that the scenery was quite nice - Estyn was standing only five feet from him, offering his clerical services to those who needed them.
Estyn was Tier 'Dal as well, but he found his calling as a medic, and he performed his duties quite well in the name of Innoruuk. He was older, but that did not phase Faylone; he was still utterly beautiful. Faylone wanted him, had always wanted him. He watched Estyn for several minutes; the cleric exuded as much sex appeal as he did piety. Unable to resist any longer, Faylone approached Estyn. The cleric stood and looked Faylone over before realizing that the young warrior's eyes were deep, soulful - and burning a hole through him.
Faylone put his hand on the cleric's shoulder and gently, but firmly, pushed him to his knees. He ran his fingers through Estyn's white hair, and gently pulled his head back, forcing their eyes to meet. Estyn caught his breath as Faylone leaned close to him, the warrior's lips brushing his own. With Estyn's hair in one hand and a longsword in the other, Faylone softly kissed the breathless cleric below him. Nothing and no one existed at that moment but the two of them. Estyn put his arms around Faylone's neck and was lifted to his feet, his chain mail whispering against the warrior's breastplate like water droplets on fine china.
"Follow me," the warrior whispered into Estyn's ear, causing him to shiver slightly. Estyn followed close as they made their way through the crowds and to the inn behind the library. He followed Faylone to a room upstairs and they shut the world out. The room was warm and lit by a single lantern on the bedside table. The light played off the sparse furniture, leaving behind strangely twisted shadows on the walls. The bed was pulled out to the middle of the room, with only its headboard touching the wall. Estyn's attentions returned to the warrior as he watched him set his sword and shield down in the corner. His heart began to race as Faylone approached him seductively, the warrior's eyes never relenting from their piercing stare. Estyn stood transfixed as Faylone unbuckled his chain mail and let it fall to the floor at his feet. The mere thought of cold steel on his bare chest made Estyn shudder with longing as he waited. Faylone's undressing of him was agonizingly slow and seductive.
Faylone leaned down, his warm breath caressing Estyn's chest, and slipped his tongue over the cleric's right nipple. Estyn drew in his breath and wrapped his fingers in Faylone's hair, his body feeling increasingly numb as the warrior began lightly nibbling on his nipple. Chills ran down Estyn's spine as Faylone's lips kissed their way down his stomach. He shivered slightly as the warrior licked softly around his navel, tracing the tip of it along the outside and dipping into the depression lightly. As he tickled the cleric's belly with his lips and tongue, Faylone unbuckled Estyn's greaves and laid them on the floor at their feet. He led Estyn to the bed and gently pushed him down, brushing his belly lightly as he did.
"Turn over," Faylone whispered into Estyn's ear softly as he rolled him over to his belly. Estyn remained still, his heart racing as he wondered what Faylone would do. He did not have to wait long. He felt ropes around his wrists, and then his ankles, as he realized Faylone was tying him face-down to the bed. Seconds later, Estyn's body tensed and jumped as a stinging smack resounded in the room. He growled into the bed and pulled at the ropes, the pain intense but utterly exquisite. Another sharp slap landed on his ass, and he ground into the bed, his dick harder that he ever thought possible.
"I want to hear you. I want you to beg," the warrior whispered into Estyn's ear, "I want to hear you scream my name with every breath you take." As if to accentuate his command, Faylone laid another sharp, stinging slap across the cleric's ass, now red and aching. Estyn's growl was muffled by the bed as Faylone slapped his ass again.
"What do you want, Estyn? Tell me. Beg me," he commanded with another stinging slap.
"Please," the cleric whispered. "Please, do what you will to me. Please, Faylone, I am yours to control." Faylone smiled and landed one last slap across Estyn's ass before ending his torture.
He straddled Estyn's back and leaned over, his cold armor pressing against the cleric's bare skin. Faylone brushed Estyn's hair away and began kissing his neck, nibbling softly as he moved down his back. He kissed and licked as he moved down, caressing Estyn's sides with his hands as he went. He sat up and moved his hands over the small of Estyn's back, tracing small patterns with his fingertips. Estyn moaned softly into the bed as Faylone moved lower and brushed his reddened ass lightly with his fingers. He slowly slid his fingers down the cleft of Estyn's ass, and chuckled to himself as Estyn tried to raise his hips to meet the fingers.
"You like that, don't you, Estyn?"
"Yes. Please, more. Please don't stop, Faylone." A sudden gasp escaped Estyn's lips as Faylone pulled his head up by his hair.
"Call me Master. For that is what I am to you."
"Yes, Master," Estyn whispered hoarsely.
Faylone smiled and resumed his play, slipping deeper into the cleft the farther down he went. He finally stopped and lingered, circling the little puckered hole lightly with his fingertip. Estyn strained to raise his hips as the warrior slipped a finger inside him. As he slid back and forth, trying desperately to fuck the finger inside him, the bed caressed his dick, bringing him so much closer to losing control. Just as Estyn thought he could hold himself back no longer, Faylone removed his finger.
"Oh no, you don't. I'm not about to let you have any release. I'm not done with you yet, Estyn." He stood up and untied Estyn. He rolled him over onto his back and slipped his tongue deep inside the cleric's mouth, kissing him with a deep, feverish intensity. Before Estyn could put his arms around Faylone's neck, however, they were tied to the bed once more. After tying his feet again, Faylone stood and looked him over. Estyn felt like his body had the opacity of a sheet of crystal clear glass as the warrior gazed at him for several seconds before removing his own armor.
Estyn watched hungrily as Faylone crawled slowly between his legs. Faylone ran his fingertips from the head of Estyn's dick to the base, then slowly wrapped them around it and squeezed gently. He leaned over and Estyn closed his eyes as he felt the warrior's lips close around the head. Faylone rolled his tongue around the head and gently sucked on the tip, forcing a whimper to escape Estyn's lips. He slid his mouth down the rigid length and back up again, stroking it with his hand with every motion. His motions increased in speed and intensity as Estyn's body began to tense. Not one to miss what he really wanted, Faylone quickly straddled Estyn and slid down on his throbbing dick.
"I want you to cum in my ass Estyn. Cum for me now," Faylone growled as he began to grind on the throbbing dick that was now deep inside him. Estyn could hold it back no longer. The pent up tensions were released in one guttural scream as he filled the warrior's ass with his cum. The tightness was nearly unbearable as Faylone's body milked every last drop from Estyn's pulsating dick. A few seconds later, Faylone slid up Estyn's chest, the cleric's dick falling against his belly. Faylone leaned over Estyn's face and slid his dick into the cleric's eager mouth. Holding the headboard of the bed and leaning over, Faylone fucked Estyn's mouth forcefully. Estyn hungrily sucked at the warrior's dick, wishing desperately that he could wrap his fingers around it and stroke the length of it. With a fierce guttural growl that only a warrior could make, Faylone filled Estyn's waiting mouth his cum. Estyn greedily swallowed every drop, and was somewhat disappointed when no more came. Faylone withdrew from the cleric's mouth and leaned down. Their lips met in an intensely deep kiss that lasted for several minutes, their tongues fighting for control of each other. This certainly wouldn't be the last time they would meet.