Swen looked at Aaron's toned chest and began rubbing his hand across the smooth, hairless skin. The boy was a picture of perfection- buzzed dirty blond hair, dark green eyes. ' Why would Zalpher send this image of beauty to me, if not to enjoy?' Swen thought to himself for a moment, before pushing the sinful thought out of his head. ' He's just a test, one that I've obviously failed.' Swen massaged the man's tiny brown nipples, little buds of pure erotic manifestation, as Aaron let out a slight moan. The tenting underneath the white sheet, told Swen that Aaron was fully enjoying the contact. ' I'll repent later.'
Aaron pulled Swen down upon him and stuck his tongue into the Father's mouth, massaging his holy inner-flesh and pulling his shirt up and off his body. With his shirt laying in a tangled ball on the floor, Swen let out a low moan as his cock began to stir in his tight pants. Aaron tweaked his left nipple and the man moaned again. Unable to bear his 6 inch penis rubbing against his pants, Swen reached down and freed himself, his dick snapping up and slapping against his stomach.
" I love you so much. You give me solace," Swen said, pulling the sheet down and revealing Aaron's 7 incher.
" I love you too." Aaron pulled the man down on him and pushed up into him, their penises rubbing together, causing flashes of pleasure in Swen, who began grinding back on the boy, causing the pleasure to become more intense.
He wished it could last forever.
Swen began moving down the boy, kissing his soft skin. Once he reached his left nipple, he placed his mouth on it and began sucking. Aaron let out a low moan of approval signalling Swen to move lower. Aaron's stomach heaved up and down and Swen took in his six-pack as he traced his tongue along the muscular outlines- Swen's biggest turn on was a sexy stomach, and Aaron really fit the bill. Moving lower, Swen reached his prize and grasped the swollen member in his hand and rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the precum around the red bulb.
Aaron's breath was slightly jagged as his body shuddered from the stimulation.
Swen dove in head first, engulfing the 7 inch fat cock with his mouth. He moved slowly down the shaft, then back up, tracing his tongue around the swelling head. The bitter precum assaulted his taste buds, causing the blood to reach his own penis faster, making him hotter for the boy.
The thoughts of sin vanished in his mind as he bobbed faster and faster on Aaron's dick.
Sensing that the man was coming close, Swen let the cock pop out of his mouth. Aaron let out a frustrated whimper, but was quickly hushed by Swen as the Father popped his left nut into his mouth and began sucking. " Fuck," Aaron let out. His voice was light and low and Swen found himself turned on even more. Swen released the nut from his mouth and straddled the boy, their cocks standing next to each other like tiny soldiers ready for action. Swen noticed the inch-difference between the two as he started jerking them together with his right hand, their usual pale complexion overtaken with a bright red.
Aaron started teasing his own left nipple as Swen hurried the rate of his jacking. A moan escaped Aaron's lips as he became the first one to cum.
The white ejaculate shot from his penis is 5 thick streams and covered Swen's hand and cock. The coating, as well as the visual of seeing his love in such pleasure, sent Swen over the edge. He felt the weakness start in his abdomen and work itself up and down simultaneously. He became more hurried in his jerking as the ecstasy overtook him. " Shit," he let out as he plunged over the edge and his cock began shooting out strings of cum.
The white substance sprayed out everywhere and it appeared to be gallons more than Aaron had released.
Swen leaned down and kissed the man, their tongues waltzing with each other in post-lust. Swen rolled off and laid next to him in an effort to catch his breath and lower his heartbeat. " So have you made a decision about what you're going to do about the boy," Aaron asked as he ran his finger's through the Father hair.
It seemed like a weird time to approach the subject, to Swen, but he was used to weird things when it came to the boy. " Yes. I will uphold my oath. It is all I can do."
Talerdeen rose before them, its 34 buildings residing along four paths which meant at the center of the city, marked by the large steeple of the church.
It seemed rather small to Alexander, having only ever seen the large metropolis of Faster. " It's so... so small for a port city," Alexander spoke in wonderment.
" South Ludan does everything smaller, I think. It doesn't have the financial base that North Ludan does. Less tax revenue means less scale," Abraham explained. Ludan was technically one country, but had split into two states after the Cerlanda Civil War had ended, nearly 247 years ago.
North Ludan had technically won the war, but King Jasimer II granted the Southern Forces some independence. North and South Ludan each had its own governing body, set of laws, and economy. The only connection between the two was the Royal bloodline, which dictated a set of laws that both States had to follow. Each state was ruled by a Noble Committee of three- a representative of Zalphera was appointed by the Chief Father, a nobleman was appointed by the Royal Family, and a democratically voted representative was appointed from each state. For the most part, the Noble Committee was free to rule over their state as long as they broke no Royal Rules and vowed to follow the orders of the Royal Family should it chose to intercede in the State's affairs.
Lord Brashan, the South's leader against the Royal Family during the war, became the first democratically elected member to the South's Noble Committee and soon realized that the King's gift of semi-succession was really a curse. The South had very little nutrient rich soil to plant crops or any other chance at industry- what was able to be farmed, fished, and hunted went to sustain the people, leaving nothing to export. This left the South sustainable, but with no major tax base to enforce laws or build the incredible infrastructure that the North had.
Most residence of the North refused to venture into the South out of a misguided fear of crime and an overall impression that the Southerners were centuries behind the elite Northerners.
" When did you get all smart on me?" Alexander asked as he smiled at Abraham.
" About eight days ago." Abraham chuckled and kissed the boy deeply.
Whenever the boy's tongue was in his mouth, Alexander felt safe and at ease, as though nothing in the world mattered except for the two of them.
But deep down, he wondered if he even mattered to Abraham any longer.
Alexander broke the kiss and started towards the city. " Let's get this show on the road. Where are we supposed to go? What're we even supposed to be doing here?"
" Five houses to the east of the church. There's a person there that we have to meet," Abraham finally explained as he chased after Alexander.
Talerdeen was surrounded by a simple shoulder high wall with an opening in each direction. ' I wonder how they keep bandits out,' Alexander thought, as they reached the southern opening. " So, who exactly are we supposed to meet?"
" Her name is Neah. She's a Taj priestess."
" And you're sure she can be trusted?" Although Alexander fully doubted the Zalphera, he found that some beliefs fought his brain to remain ingrained in psyche.
" I feel like she can be, but I don't fully trust anyone unless their name is Alexander." Abraham let a slight smile play across his face and Alexander blushed.
" You're lame." Abraham laughed and lightly punched Alexander in the arm.
The boys reached the opening in the wall and followed the road to the north.
There was a buzz of energy all around them as the city's citizens went about their evening routines, attempting to finish the day's events in the final hour before nightfall. As they walked towards the church, which sat on a large square of land at the center of the city, Alexander took in the small wooden cottages and markets flanking both sides of the road. They all looked alike- one-story wooden boxes, their owners' decorations the only thing keeping them from resembling caskets for a lost life.
After a short 5 minute walk, the boys reached the southern doors of the church. Abruptly, Abraham stopped and grabbed Alexander's arm. " I... I think something's wrong," Abraham said as the boys stood staring at the largest building in the city, its steeple reaching far above the tops of all the other buildings.
" What?"
Alexander felt the rain through his robe as the door to the church slowly creaked opened.
The man's journey to the Zalpheranial had taken less time than he had anticipated.
He hated to travel by horse, but he couldn't afford the attention that a large slaughter would surely bring.
" Chief Father Osiris, you're early. We weren't expecting you until the morning," the father stated as the man walked into the large foyer.
" The horse moved fast. Probably wanted to get out of the rain."
" Well come in, come in. Your office is ready for you. And we're preparing the Ascension Chamber right now. There are four this time, Sir."
" Good good. Four boys will be freed from Original Sin today and pushed into the world." Osiris moved by the father and hurried to the large doors that lead to the 2nd level of the Zalpheranial. " I'm turning in for the night. I'll meet you in the chamber at sunrise."
" Yes, Chief Father. May Zalpher bless you with peaceful dreams."
" He always does." Osiris rolled his eyes, unnoticed to the father, and made his way up the stairs and into his office.
The room was large and round, wood paneling dressed the walls from the floor to the 100 foot high ceiling. He stopped and stared at a painting on the wall- The Ascension. Zalphera was dressed in white and holding his staff above a cowering boy whose soul was burning around him. ' I've done good with this story,' he thought to himself, taking in the painting that he had commissioned. ' If my destiny keeps me alone, then others shall not feel the touch of another.' He grasped the red crystal around his neck and closed his eyes, the sadness washing over his body.
" Alexander is of no concern to us. Go now, take Abraham. He mustn't unleash his powers. He has no idea how to control them." Neah looked at the brown German Shepherd which spoke to her. Though the words weren't actual, she could hear them in her head.
" We can't just let the boy be taken. That's not right. Surely there is something we can do," Leah spoke aloud. The words could simply be thought, but Leah had yet to feel comfortable having conversations in her head, so she spoke them out of habit.
" He does not matter. Let Osiris have him," the words were thick with accent and Leah could somehow tell they were female, yet she had no idea how she knew. The German Shepherd leaped up from his position on the floor and began growling at her, " Go NOW."
The words were threatening in her head and Leah made her way to the door.