My Sweet Ilithil

Title: My Sweet Ilithil.

Chapter Title & No.: Resistance Is Futile

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non

Rating: NC-17

Archive: Yes please.
Feedback: Yes thank you very much. An author can only improve with criticism.

Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction. Any resemblance of places and characters to actual persons, living or dead, and places is purely coincidental.
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Authors Notes: I’ve been working on a fantasy novel for half my life now. It all started with one character and a name, but has grown into about a dozen characters, original races and species and a whole world. Yeah, it kind of got out of hand.
These chapters are just little oneshots, that I want to have as a part of the main story, but would never be allowed in mainstream publishing, so, I’m giving you guys a chance to read them.
Yeah, the smut is on.
This chapter is quite lengthy, because there were a couple of other characters that I (for some reason) felt the need to elaborate on, but don't worry there's a whole lot of Ley. and Pol. there too, maybe even too much. :)

Summary: Ley. and Pol. go home for a holiday and some craziness ensues.
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Ley. fought the urge to stare at the teen as Pol. stripped off his ash grey robe, and stuffed it unceremoniously into a rucksack, then rifling through Ley.’s knapsack pulled out a soft linen tunic, and a pair of well worn brown leather breeches.
Pol. fell back into the seat of the carriage, tugging at the laces of his linen trousers, Ley. biting his lip hard enough to bleed when the half naked boy accidentally rubbed up against his side.
Ley. caught a glimpse of the delectable, soft skin of Pol.’s thighs as the boy stood up again, bending over the knapsack, muttering,
“Where the Hell did you hide my underpants?”
Before he could stop himself, Ley. looked around, and was greeted by Pol.’s fully exposed, pale backside.
He groaned loudly, shifting in his seat, as most of the blood in his body took a nose dive southbound. The tight confines of the carriage did not make it easier to resist the teen, who wasn’t helping matters much himself.
Ley. shut his eyes, turning away, but heard a soft snicker, and became wise to the boy’s games.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, you little shit?” Ley. growled, looking at him.
Pol. nodded with a decidedly wicked grin on his face, looking over his shoulder, he wiggled his backside in Ley.’s face, and chuckled,
“Come on. You know you want to. Quick and dirty, just the way you like it.”
“Shut up and sit down!”
Ley. winced at the pain in his palm, the rosy mark on Pol.’s ass cheek darkening rapidly, and the fifteen year old moaned, bracing himself against the seat opposite Ley.
“Again.” He moaned, and Ley. complied.
After five more hard slaps, Pol. was shaking, Ley.’s cock was straining against the linen of his trousers, and Pol. sank down into the elder clerics lap, languidly wriggling his ass against the white robes.
“Stop, please, I’m begging you. I’m not going to fuck you in the carriage. Not a chance. I’ve told you, I won’t fuck you, period” Ley. gasped, thrusting his hips up to get as much friction as he could, wrapping his arms around Pol.’s chest, running his fingers over his chest, and down, until he found the teens straining cock, he drew a long hard moan from Pol. as he wrapped his fingers around the still growing length and began pumping it, hard and frantic.
Pol. was the one begging now, pushing his ass down against the thick skirt of Ley.’s robes, barely feeling the aching erection underneath, moaning the elder clerics name. Ley. nibbled at the back of his shoulder, the fingers of his left hand tracing light patterns over the teens chest, until they found his mouth, and Ley. whispered,
“Wet them. I’ll give you more, you little whore.”
Pol. obeyed, moaning around the fingers, coating them with saliva, beads of sweat running down his chest.
Ley. squeezed the teens cock hard, as he slid his left hand underneath the boy, and rubbed the puckered skin at his entrance.
Pol. bucked into Ley., a silent cry on his lips, then he pushed down against the finger eagerly, hungrier than ever.
Ley. had to pull up every ounce of self control he had not to throw the boy down and fuck him right there.
He found a soft spot on the boy’s shoulder, and began to suckle the skin, as he pushed his forefinger into the tight ring of muscle, Pol. was gripping the side and the back of the seat with trembling hands, incoherently begging for more.
Ley. sank in to the first knuckle, lapping at the purple love bite he’d made on his shoulder, Pol. pushed down forcing the finger in to the second knuckle, and the boy whined,
“It hurts… More, no, more… Ley.” the name whispered out of him, as his cock twitched, his balls tightenend, and he came in violent convulsions, the heat from his flushed body driving Ley. crazy.
Ley. pulled his finger free, and hugged the boy close to his chest, Pol. pulling Ley.’s right hand to his mouth, and to Ley.’s undoing began to lick his own semen off Ley.’s fingers.
Ley.’s cock throbbed painfully underneath the teen, and Pol. wriggled his hips a little.
“You’re still hard.”
“Of course I fucking am! How could I not be, after that little show?”
“Want me to fix it?” Pol. purred, lithe muscles twisted in Ley.’s grasp and the boy was on his knees, pushing Ley.’s thighs apart and pulling the skirts of his robe up to his waist at the same time.
Ley. tried to stop him, but the flushed face, the full red lips, the pulse of the boy’s blood in his jugular, made him sink down on the seat, thrusting his hips forward to ease the access.
Pol. let out a faint sound of surprise as he pulled Ley.’s pulsing cock out of the fly of his linen trousers, the size was daunting to the teen who had never before been allowed a look, except for glimpses in the bathing halls, or when he ‘accidentally’ walked in on a newly awakened Ley..
Ley. reach down to stop the boy, to finish himself off, but a persistant hand pushed him away, and Ley. swallowed his own scream as the tight warmth of Pol.’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.
Pol. could not take much of him in, but the clumsy skill the boy showed, were more than adequate.
Ley.’s mind raced as he gave into the pleasure of that tight warmth.

Oh, god, what am I doing? Yes, right there, oh, yes, there, there, perfect. Shit, Pol., what are you doing, we’re screwed, the both of us, this is so wrong…But it feels so right…My father’s going to kill me…Just like that. Oh, Ilithil.

Before long Ley. was squirming on the seat, struggling against the urge to grab Pol.’s hair, and thrust up into that tight wetness.
Pol. sucked him hard, rubbing his tongue against the underside of the cock, teasing the slit as he sucked the head, then sliding back down, winced in pain as Ley. grabbed a handful of his hair, rasping,
“Stop, stop, please, I’m coming…”
Pol. sank the cock as deep as he could into his mouth, pulling against the hand in his hair, sucking harder, his thumb instinctively rubbing at the base of the cock.
Ley. let out a ragged cry, his cock pulsed erraticly, and thick hot spurts of come flooded Pol.’s mouth.
The boy struggled to swallow, Ley.’s hips thrusting upwards, a few drops spilled out of the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin, the flaccid cock slipping out from between his lips, and satisfied with himself, Pol. stared up at Ley.’s flushed face.

Ley.’s eyes were pure molten gold, the pupils and the whites had completely disappeared, the thick auburn mane had darkened to a deeper red, and Ley.’s skin seemed to glow with a light from within, a dark light.
Ley. stared down at the boy, his mind utterly blank, the rosy cheeks, the bloodfilled red lips, swollen from the effort, the thin chest that was rapidly changing, and the sweat soaked hair clinging to his forehead.

Bending over the boy, Ley. licked the drops of semen from the boy’s chin, up to his mouth, and kissed him long and deep.
When they came back up for air, Ley. patted him on the cheek, whispering,
“Now get dressed, we don’t want to show up at the castle looking like this. You are so perfect, Ilithil.”
Pol. only smiled, sitting down on the seat, next to Ley., who tried to pull himself back to order, the robes crinkled and disorderly.
Pol. pulled an old tunic out of Ley.’s bag, and tried his best to wipe the dry semen off his abdomen, before he pulled the linen tunic over his head, and pulled on the underpants, followed by the breeches.
The carriage rumbled through the gates of the Castle Mar. as Pol. tucked his feet into his soft leather moccasins, Ley. still trying to fix his robes so he would look at least half presentable, he was feeling a little irritated by the fact that he, as an anointed Temple Cleric, was not allowed to shed his robes while at home on holiday, like Pol. was.

The carrieage had barely come to a full stop before Pol. jumped out of the carriage, and running across the courtyard, he shouted to the Lady Mar. where she stood on the front steps,
“Hallo, Mama!”
before he barrelled down the path towards the knight’s training grounds.
Ley. stepped out of the wagon, watching the boy, the Lady of the Castle coming up beside him.
When Pol. was about half way to the training grounds, a tall, black haired young man dropped his sword and shield, and bolted to meet the novice. The long legged youth was faster and bending forwards he tackled Pol. to the ground and the two rolled around in the dirt like a couple of playful puppies.
“Wow, Bri.’s grown since I saw him last.” Ley. muttered to the Lady, before turning and greeting her properly, the Lady smiling faintly as she answered,
“Yes. He’s sprouted like a weed the last two years. He’s the same height as you now, if not slightly taller.”
Shouts of glee echoed through the courtyard, as the friends playfully battled each other, the Lady of the Castle went back inside, while Ley. began carrying their packs up to their rooms, thankful that the oldest Mar. brother was away.
They had hated each other from their first meeting, and always tried their best to avoid each other.

After carrying Pol.’s rucksack, his book bag and his small trunk to the teen’s room, Ley. became painfully aware of someone watching him, while he was unpacking Pol.’s things.
Turning around from the bookcase, he noticed that the doors to the twin’s playroom was slightly ajar.

Pol. and his twin had shared a central playroom, as children, then each had the four rooms flanking on either side, for their personal use.
The playroom, while still called that, had been converted to a library and study room, once both twins had entered their respective studies, but neither one used it very much, except for perhaps the library.
Pol.’s bedroom was the furthest away from the playroom, next came a dressing room, then Pol.’s private study, and finally a small sitting room, where Ley. was currently putting away some books.

As Ley. stared at the small opening, a pasty face came into view quickly, but pulled away with a curse when it noticed Ley. was staring right at it.
“Arl., is that you?” Ley. asked, careful not to let the irritation in his voice through.
The pasty youth cursed again, before stepping through the doorway, and smiling pretentiously leaned against the doorframe.
“Isn’t Pol. with you?”
“Yes, he’s out in the court with Bri. I see you’ve been allowed home for the holiday. How is your Master?” Ley. sighed inwardly, taking note of the fact that Arl. was wearing civilan clothes, and not his wizard’s robe.
“He’s fine, as far as I know, I fired him a couple of months back. Father is trying to get another wizard from Alyhandra to come and teach me at home.”
Ley. turned away quickly to hide his grin, pretty certain that the wizard had kicked Arl. out and not the other way around. Once he got himself under control again he turned back to the boy, and tried to make up some excuse to leave him, but his mind went a little blank.
Arl. had moved himself to a chair near the fireplace, and was leafing through a brown leather bound book, Pol.’s personal journal, which Ley. had carelessly left on a table.
Just how identical the twins were was stricking, especially when their opposite personalities were considered.

Arl. had been born first, making him the middle son of the family, and Pol. the youngest, but the hedge witch and the midwife that had delivered the twins had gotten confused, and the boys were switched.
Which wasn’t all that strange for both women had been very upset at the time.
Pol. had been a breech birth, his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, and the boy had been choked during birth.
It had only been for the hedge witch’s quick reactions and skills that the boy had been saved.
As was customary in Far’Yond, the second son had been sent to the Temples to become a cleric, and the youngest to a master mage to become a mage, the oldest son of a knight became a knight, without exception.
Usually the youngest sons were born with natural magickal abilities, and of those Pol. had plenty, but Arl. sadly did not possess an ounce of them.
Being the middle son made him more attuned to the Gods and so any prayer the boy uttered was granted.
Magick on the other hand, eluded him with exceptional skill.
At the age of 15, the boy couldn’t even master the simplest spells. He had already been put to study with the greatest wizards in the Thaindom, but none had managed to squeeze the slightest magickal trick out of him.
That Lord Mar. had resorted to seeking a mage from the coastal city of Alyhandra, almost on the other side of the country, told Ley. that the Lord was getting desperate.
Ley. was himself a mage, in secret, and had been honing Pol.’s unbelievable skills in secret at the Temples for the past eight years.
Pol. had shown that he could control his powers somewhat at the early age of four, which alone was amazing.

Ley. studied Arl. with mounting irritation, from the thick brown hair, which he had cut and styled by the latest fashion, where Pol. let it grow freely down to his shoulders, the pimpled face, Pol. had thankfully been free of acne all through his puberty, the pouty lips and the carefully manicured hands.
Arl. always dressed in the latest fashion, more often than not it failed miserably on him, for he carried his head too high when around those of lesser standing than him, but around his father or mother, and those of higher social rank he grovelled and adulated.
Without exception, where Pol. was considerate, modest and caring to those less fortunate, Arl. was the perfect opposite.

It irked Ley. to no end that he had to bow and curtsy to the teen, just because he had been born the son of a maid of the household, when in truth his father had been a noble lord, of great wealth and power.
Unfortunately, Ley.’s father had died before Ley. was born, and his mother had been forced to flee their estates or be murdered by a superstitious rabble.
She had given birth alone in an abandoned farmstead, a few miles away from the Castle Mar., then sought employment from her old friend, a farmer’s daughter who was now the Lady Mar., Pol.’s mother.

“Is he still going on about this stupid nonsense that he’s the rightful mage?” Arl.’s voice grated on Ley.’s nerves, and the cleric snatched the journal from the teens hands, hissing,
“Give me that, you snivelling brat! This is his journal, it’s not for your eyes. Now get the fuck out before I smack the stupid out of you.”
“You can’t talk to me like that! I’m your master, you’re supposed to do what I tell you!” the teen screamed back, jumping to his feet, the ever present priggishness gushing up.
“Oh, go fuck yourself! I have only one master in this house, Arl., and you ain’t it!”
“I’m telling Father!” the teen turned to leave, but Ley., grabbed his arm, hard enough to bruise, and whispered menacing into the boy’s ear,
“He isn’t it, either. You will tell him nothing, or I will make your brother turn you into a squirrel while you sleep.”
“Who’s your master, if it isn’t Father?” the boy’s voice trembled, in his mind there was no higher authority at the castle than his father.
“Pol. is my master.” Ley. hissed back, and pushed the teen towards the playroom.
Stumbling Arl. slammed the door shut behind him, and Ley. could hear him run across the playroom and slam another set of doors behind him.
“I would prefer it, if you did not threaten my children while you stay under my roof.” The deep baritone of the Lord Mar., made Ley. jump, and he twirled around on his heel.
Bowing deeply, Ley. greeted his benefactor, and blushing answered him,
“I’m sorry, m’Lord, he just should know better. I have only one Lord in this house.”
“Really? And who is that, might I ask.”
“You, m’Lord.” Ley. looked at the floor, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.
“You would do well to remember that. I took you in for my wife’s sake, when your mother died. If I had had my way, you would have been sent to the poor house. You are right, Arl. is not your master, and he should know well enough to leave his brother alone. I suppose he told you, he managed to blow up his master’s workshop, the poor man still has purple hair, and cannot sleep except on his stomach.”
“No, m’Lord, he told me he had fired the wizard, and that you were calling in another master mage from Alyhandra.”
The lord chuckled,
“Well, he certainly fired something. Master mage Perthor is the only one who would take him on as an apprentice. If that does not work out, I do not know what I will do.”
The lord turned to leave the room, stopping in the doorway, he looked Ley. over, saying before he left,
“Anyways, welcome home, son. And please go outside and see if you can find Pol. and Bri., before dinner.”
Ley. bowed, and went to put the journal in its usual hiding place, before going to look for the two teens.

He found them down by the shore of the Peolin Sea, the massive lake by the castle.
The two had waded out into the lake a short way, and were wrestling in the thigh deep water.
Pol.’s screeching echoed out over the water, as Bri. lifted him up on his shoulder and then let himself fall backwards, Pol. face planting into the chill water.
“Monkey and Weasel!! Get out of there, it’s almost time for dinner!” Ley. called to them, laughing inwardly at their playfulness.
Bri. was the first to the shore, and before Ley. could stop him, the black haired youth jumped on him, and squeezed him hard, shaking him like a doll, drenching the front of the white robes.
“By the Dragons, you’ve grown since I last saw you.” Ley. exclaimed, realizing that he did indeed need to look up an inch or two to look the youth in the eyes.
Bri. smiled broad, a perfect, straight row of pearly white teeth nearly blinding the cleric.
The black eyes glinted playfully, and the knight in training puffed out his chest, stretching himself so he was just visibly taller than Ley., and said with mock horror,
“I think you’ve shrunk, Ley., you should have that looked at.”
Ley. couldn’t help but laugh, and pushed the youth so hard, that he staggered backwards into the lake and fell on his back.
Pol. picked him up, as he waded past, and together they shook themselves like dogs, laughing constantly, water flying everywhere.

Bri. was two years older than Pol., a tall, broad-shouldered, knight in training, and far too handsome for his own good, he was fast bulging into an extrememly handsome young man, too fast for Ley.’s liking.
Bri. was a far distantly related cousin of the Lord Mar., from a small northern country called Loctsand, who had come to the castle at thirteen, to be trained as a knight, or so the Lord said.
Bri. had trusted Ley. and Pol. with the truth a couple of years after he arrived.
His uncle, on his mother’s side, had murdered his father and brothers, in order to gain his father’s ranks and estates. Bri.’s father had just barely managed to secure Bri.’s escape to Far’Yond.
Bri. and Pol. had become friends within the boy’s first year at the household, and Ley. had unofficially been set in charge of the two of them, whenever he came home from the Temples.
Ley. found out in the first hour of that charge, that the two friends were harder to handle than a battalion, one thousand strong, of drunk, pissed off orcs.
Not that he had ever been in charge of one thousand, drunk and pissed off orcs, but sometimes he liked to imagine that it would be an easier duty.
The two friends loved to play practical jokes on the household, sometimes taking weeks in planning them, when they were not doing that, they were fighting local boys from the village or the surrounding castles, teasing the scullery maids, or the worst of all driving Pol.’s two brothers, and five sisters insane.
Inwardly Ley. thanked the Gods they were only staying at the castle for two weeks this time.

After an hour of work, Ley. got the two teens to the castle, just barely in time for dinner, the two of them dirty from head to toe.
After dinner, he chased them out to the grove of weeping willows, by the shore of the Peolin Sea, and there they spent the twilight hours. As the twin suns sank down behind the eastern horizon, Ley. found himself lying on his stomach on a large branch of one of the oldest trees, watching the sunset, the two teens calling for him to come inside.
Eventually Pol. found him, and telling Bri. to go on ahead, climbed the tree and sat down on the branch behind Ley.

“What are you thinking about?” the teen kicked the back of Ley.’s leg softly, the cleric not moving.
“You two. Why the hell your father ever thought it was a good idea to put me in charge of you two. I mean, you are both crazier than badgers, never listen to me, and if I do manage to get you to listen, you twist my words around until it sounds like I told you to go and make whatever mischief you’re up to.”
Pol. laughed brightly,
“Father thought you were such an excellent influence, that we might actually listen to you. Either that, or he figured that we’re so out of hand, that you were most likely to be able to do some damage control.”
Ley. found himself laughing at that, the boy was right, although his father was so horribly wrong.

Ley. jerked out of his sleep, swinging his hand infront of himself, to ward off the dream that still lingered around the room, but made contact with a thin chest instead.
“Ouch, what the hell.” Pol. grunted, grabbing the cleric’s wrist, and pushing the swinging arm down, as he knelt on the bed, straddling Ley.
“Are you crazy!! What are you doing in here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, stupid.”
“Well, get out! Crazy idiot, go to bed! We can’t do this here, what if someone hears us?”
“Noone will hears us, just shut the fuck up, and noone will find out.”
Pol. tried to shut his mentor up by kissing him, while tugging the sheets out of the way, until he reached the naked body underneath.
Ley. tried to squirm away, his nakedness under the sheets suddenly uncomfortable, his cock waking up with a twitch and was at full attention in the space of two breaths.
Pol. moaned as his naked crotch finally made contact with the throbbing erection.
He sat down on top of Ley., and grinded his hips, a wicked grin spreading over his lips.
Ley. gasped, digging his fingers into the thin hips, struggling with the boy for a few moments, his body not really wanting the sensation to end, the sight of Pol.’s pulsing erection bobbing between the pale thighs too much to bear.
Finally Ley. twisted around, throwing Pol. on the bed and pinning the boy under him.
“Stop this, I’m telling you. Go back to bed, jerk off and go to sleep. We can’t do this here.” He whispered, panting slightly.
But Pol. wasn’t having any of that, and thrust his hips upwards, grinding against Ley.’s cock, mewling,
“Please. Please. Please.”
“Please what?!”
“Fuck me.” Pol. wrapped his arms around Ley.’s neck, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, and thrust again.
Ley. sank into the invited kiss, grinding his hips into the boy, he couldn’t take this.

Roughly he bit at Pol.’s lower lip, kneading it to plump redness, then bit hard into the boy’s neck.
Alternating bites and kisses he worked his way down to one cherry red nipple, flipping the steel ring up and down with his tongue, Pol. mewled and panted desperately. When Ley. made his way across the boy’s chest and suckled at the other nipple, Pol. let out a cry of pleasure, Ley. stopped abruptly and rose up on all fours above him.
“If you’re going to act like this then you better shut up.” Ley. growled and jumping out of the bed, found a cloth.
Pol.’s eyes grew in alarm, when Ley. climbed back into the bed and gagged him.
Ley. resumed his work on the nipples, the lithe body under him trembling.
Losing control a little, Ley.’s bites became harder and harder, as he made his way down the boy’s body, licking teasingly around his cock, smirking at the boy’s frantic thrusting.
Ley. reached for Pol.’s discarded nightshirt on the floor, and tied the boy’s wrists together above his head, before he wrapped his lips around the pink head of Pol.’s cock. Despite the gag, Pol. groaned audibly, and Ley. pushed at his hips to restrain him.
The beads of precome leaking from the boy’s cock tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, Ley. flipped his tongue over the slit, coating it with the boy’s taste, sliding his tongue down the underside he took the boy in to the roots, and hummed.
Pol. tried to thrust up into the warm mouth, and Ley. had to use his strength to keep the thin hips still.
Ley. bobbed his head over the cock a few times, Pol. babbling into his gag, and Ley. could feel that the boy was close.
With speed that caught Pol. off guard, Ley. rose to his knees and flipped the boy over onto his stomach, then pulled him up on his knees and elbows, his face resting on his wrists, his ass exposed.
Ley. stroked the soft back soothing, his voice hoarse with lust.
“Relax. You said you wanted me to fuck you. I’m not. But I’m going to give you the second best.”
Pol. relaxed under the clerics soft hands, and wriggling around got himself as comfortable as this posititon could allow.

Ley. held back a moan, as he ran his fingers down the cleft of the boy’s gorgeous pale skinned ass, the dark pucker twitching.
Gripping the round globes hard he flicked his tongue around the pucker, then pressed his tongue flat licked over it, Pol. shaking with pleasure, pushing his backside against Ley..
Ley. slathered his saliva over the darker patch of skin, twirling his tongue around it, then pushed the tip into the hole, relishing the feeling of Pol.’s trembling muscles under his fingers.
After playing with the hole for a few minutes, Ley. wetted his forefinger thoroughly, then pressed it into the round muscle.
Pol. resisted for a moment, then the muscle gave way and Ley.’s finger sank in to the second knuckle. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed in again, Pol. moaning around his gag, pushing down.
With his other hand, Ley. grabbed the teens balls, and massaged them gently, while working his finger deeper into the boy.
When the muscle stopped resisting the invasion, Ley. pulled his finger out, spitting more saliva into the hole, then pressed two fingers in. Pol.’s back arched, trying to pull away, but with a hand on the boy’s hip, Ley. stayed his movement, pushing both fingers in as far as he could.
Pressing his fingers against the inner wall of the teen’s anus, Ley. worked his fingers in and out of the tight ass, until he found the hard nib deep inside him.
Pressing down on the boy’s prostate, Ley. chuckled wickedly, as Pol. bucked and thrashed, not knowing which way to go, away from or into the touch.
Ley. rubbed the spot hard, reaching around to the boy’s front, wrapping his fingers around the aching cock, and started pumping it, in time with his thrusting fingers.
His own cock was leaking precome, twitching with desire.
After only five minutes the tight ring of muscle clenched painfully around Ley.’s fingers, and with a half muted cry Pol. came, shuddering violently.
Ley. squeezed his cock milking the last drops out of Pol..
When the boy finished, Ley. withdrew his fingers, and pulled the boy into his lap, Pol. falling into his chest, almost limp with pleasure.
Ley.’s cock fit perfectly into the cleft of the teen’s ass, and grinding fast and frantic, Ley. reach his climax in a matter of a few minutes.
Both of them panting heavily, they collapsed onto the bed, Ley. pulling the restraints and the gag off Pol., almost as an after thought.
Pol. was shivering when he molded himself to Ley.’s side, and nibbling at the clerics earlobe whispered, hoarse,
“That was perfect.”
Ley. only managed a grin, they fell asleep wrapped around each other, Ley. barely managing to wake the boy up before sunrise and send him to his room, before anyone else woke up.
Ley. lay awake in his bed, through the early morning hours, angry with himself that he couldn’t resist the boy’s advances.
As much as he loved that boy, this whole thing could come crashing down around them, with deadly force, if they were ever found out.