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Siegvold can't stand the magic energy that comes off Seiichirou.
He was perfect and beautifully sculpted, with pale, snow kissed skin, and luscious black curls. Delicate hands with long slender fingers, a thin waist that he knows he could wrap his own around and his fingers would touch on either end. Those tired eyes that could scan a room and read it in one fell sweep, with lips small, soft looking and slightly parted while he concentrated on the papers before him. Even his name sent shivers down his spine, the foreign name dancing on his tongue the way hymns and scriptures left him during prayers.
Seiichiou…
Dare the priest think, even more beautiful than the Holy Maiden herself.
To have one of Lord Abran's chosen disciples in his church, roaming the halls, felt like a gift to him. To even breathe the air of someone so beloved by his god was an honour in and of itself.
So when he noticed an unknown magical energy on him, it sent a cold chill down his spine.
Siegvold could not stand for this, his beloved disciple would not be tainted by some random filth. Seiichirou was to be wrapped in Abran's love, not to be marked by some animal like a bitch in heat. It's essence was unfamiliar, the magic that covered him from head to toe seemed like a barrier spell of some sort, but it absolutely drenched him in the overpowering stench of whoever attempted to stake their claim. It left a sour taste in his mouth, knowing someone thoroughly drenched this perfect creature in their essence. He'd noticed it a few days after Seiichirou started visiting the church, he often mistook it for a different person all together before he realized it was coming off his beloved.
He tasted acid in the back of his throat.
That night, Siegvold knelt alone infront of the Statue of Abran. He prayed, hands clasp desperately as he called out to his god. What was he to do, if this person was to successfully seduce Seiichirou, and lead him astray from his destined path? He wept as he begged his Lord for a sign, for guidance on how to help the man stay pure and safe. He knelt for hours into the night, alone as he bared his heart to his God, knowing that he would light the way on how to prevent his beautiful disciple from falling from grace.
And that's what he continued to do, as the days went on. A new night, a new prayer spoken to his god. Prayers melting into song-like spells. Hours lost in the cold quiet pews, the arching stained glass windows shimmering in moonlight, crying out to Abran for his guidance. Candles long since burnt out as the night dragged on, his knees sore from being knelt infront of a marble sculpture of a holy God. Gentle, loving tears split in worry and adoration for the other world-er.
Anything to save his perfect, beautiful, Seiichirou.
One night, as he knelt in the lonely church, he noticed his body reacting while he cried his prayers into the the quiet dark. His skin alight with fire, a deep aching burning in the pit of his abdomen.
'This must be Abran answering his call', he thought, hands clasping tighter as sweat dripped down his neck. He prayed for salvation, for Seiichirou to feel this same devotion that he felt with every whisper to his god.
The thought of saving him, of Seiichirou finally stepping into his role as a messenger from another world, of Abran's divine light shining off of him. It was too much to bare, and as more sweat dripped down, the more his thoughts traveled.
Was this a vision bestowed unto him? His mind danced with the sight of Seiichirou, holy and pure, above him. His skin glowing softly, his scent drifting in the air, and Siegvold could feel himself drooling at the sight before him. Soft words sang through parted lips, indiscernible at first, before slowly coming together in prayer. Gentle hands cupping his face, whispering nothing but pure adoration for him.
Graceful, loving praise slipped from his lips, soft palms trailing down his body before stopping just above his crotch. The visions face leaning towards his face, almost nuzzling him affectionately.
His cheeks burned, but deep below another part of his burned twice as hot. He wondered how those hands would feel, slowly tracing his body, down to his groin. Phantom, feather light touches, delicate but precise, holding his shaft before gripping the base and beginning his ministrations.
His cock ached, it straining against his underwear. This was wrong, he thought, how dare he have impure thoughts of such a perfect being. But that did nothing to stop his wandering thoughts, for all his heart truly wanted was to have the other world-er for himself. He kept praying, asking for forgiveness for the blasphemous ideas that dared corrupt his perfect image.
Through broken tears, and the guidance of his own imagination, Siegvold keened, the front of his robes soaked with pre-cum. Pathetic whimpers escaping his lips, crying for Abran, but even more for Seiichirou. If only he could feel him, hold him, breath him in, and devour him. Heart racing, he held his hands tighter, damn near enough to draw blood from his nails digging into the backs of them. But the visions persisted, and before he knew it, he felt his body tense. His cock twitched, the sensation of fabric against sensitive skin and his fantasies too much, as he finally came with a gasp and saw stars.
Shame overtook him. Hot breaths puffed into the air, his vision swimming. He could feel the tips of his ears redden, before looking down between his legs. The front of his attire was sticky and wet, both sweat and cum dribbling through. He couldn't believe himself, how sick and twisted he'd become. Though a dark part of him relished in the afterglow, traces of ecstasy and warmth lingering in the back of his mind, he knew that he could not, should not, think of Seiichirou in that way.
Not because it was frowned upon, more because to him, a follower of Abran should be worshiped true and proper. Not reduced to some sexual fantasy for his enjoyment.
But then again…he had these visions while praying. Could it be that maybe these were visions meant for him by the Lord himself?
Was this Abran telling him that he must stake his own claim on his disciple?
Coming down from his high, he pushed himself up on shaky legs. It was best to go clean up both himself and the floor, then he could come and ask for forgiveness for his shameful display.
The next few nights brought more visions and messages to him, leaving him a sweaty, soiled mess every time. And every night he begged for forgiveness, that he knew he would not make Seiichirou his own, and that he would lead him down the right road. He was a Disciple of Abran, a figure close to the Holy Maiden in both nature and background and he would be treated as such. No amount of fantasizing would change that.
And as a Priest, Siegvold believed it was his duty to heed the Lord's words as law, and if that meant showering the man in his Holy Light, than Siegvold would do so, and with it bury his selfish love. There were other ways to stay near and dear to the him, after all.
He'd spend whatever free time he had with the Seiichirou. As long as he could stay by his side, and feel his presence beside to him, he was content. He'd eagerly answer all of his questions, no matter how frivolous they were. It was funny, to think such a perfect being would worry about the mundane finances of the church. What Siegvold would give to hear Seiichirou's lovely soothing voice reciting prayers, giving his body to him to Abran to carry out his will. To see those beautiful hands brought together, rosary adorning them, while he kneels down infront of him their Lord. If he showed half an interest in the church as he did his civil work, Seiichirou would stand to make a devoted follower.
When Siegvold started hearing whisperings among the Alm House children, he bit his tongue as best he could. Sure, he would correct their behavior and come off more stern most of the time. Maybe even threaten punishment to those who step too far, who dare make life harder for Seiichirou. Abran knows how many 'conversations' he's had with Selio alone, considering how he treated the poor man when he first arrived.
(If Selio started avoiding him after the third time, Siegvold paid it no mind, all the more time he got with Seiichirou on his own.)
Day in and day out, he'd search for ways to save Seiichirou, a much too smart and brilliant light that would save Romany just as the Holy Maiden would save them from the miasma. It wasn't until three weeks into Seichirou's month long stint that Siegvold finally found the answer he was looking for.
He would protect Seiichirou from all the wickedness the world had to offer.
The two sat quietly together enjoying their meals in the garden. The summer heat mild, with a light breeze that carried the soft scent of flowers with it. But that meant nothing compared to the holy being next to him. Siegvold could practically feel the heat of the other worlders body with how close he sat, much warmer than the suns rays. The smell of fresh herbs — lemongrass, citrus, and lavender— wafting through the air with the breeze, replacing the dull smell of the garden. His heart thrummed in his chest, being mere inches away from divinity that he could almost touch him.
He tried to focus on eating his food, forcing spoonful after spoonful so as not to alert the other of his intense focus on him. But how could he not when the object of his affection, his devotion, is sat perfectly next to him, supple lips pressed tightly together, cheeks puffed out as he chews. Somewhere along the way of praising the man did Siegvold realize maybe his admiration of him ran deeper than just from a religious aspect. Seiichirou was a wonderful being. Quick witted and sly, with a silver tongue to match. But beautifully delicate, like a glass figure, one little mishap, and he'd break. When he learned of his magic intolerance, and the trial put before him by his holiness, the urge to keep him safe and protected came over him like a wave crashing into the cliff sides.
He would tell himself it was only natural, that he was just being a faithful and devout follower, that Abran wanted him to shield Seiichirou from any and all harm.
Anything for Seiichirou.
The magic that usually coated Seiichirou was off this day. Less intense, as if it was losing its potent hold on him. He could feel it wavering, trying so desperately to stick to him, but failing as time went on.
This was his chance.
"Seiichirou…May I ask for your company once we finish our lunch?"
His name tasted like sweet ambrosia on his lips, the corners turning into a smile with how it rolled off his tongue. He stared intently at the accountant, watching his every move, as he turned to face him.
"Ah, of course, Siegvold-san. Was there something you needed my help with?" His eyes pierced through to his soul. Onyx orbs that shined in the sunlight, innocent and pure, and completely unaware of what was to come. Siegvold's heart squeezed in his chest. How lucky was he to be trusted by his beloved.
Not that he would ever betray that trust.
No, never…
Siegvold nodded, the accountant's tired gaze lingering, as if asking 'What do you need from me?'
"It's a very important request. I'll tell you more once we're there." His mouth, once salivating from his deep hunger, now dry. The food he'd been eating tasted like ash, and the only way to satiate the bone deep aching was to have Seiichirou.
This was Abran's will, after all. His gift to Siegvold for all his loyalty.
He watched Seiichirou nod, before turning back to his food, eyebrows crossed in a puzzling look. He felt his blood rushing, the look on Abran's disciple a familiar one. It was always a delight to watch him work, so seeing him worry and try to figure out what it was made him almost chuckle.
Here Siegvold was about to save Seiichirou's soul, all the while the older man was thinking his cute little head off about what could possibly be happening.
He truly is adorable.
It wasn't long before Seiichirou finished his meal, Siegvold's long forgotten in favour for watching the precious angel next to him. After cleaning up after themselves, the two headed inside, the Priest following closely behind the other, almost hovering above him.
Once inside, he guided Seiichirou to a more secluded part of the church. He had the perfect spot in mind. A room just behind the alter in their main Sanctuary, where only clergy ever entered.
From the looks of things, the closer they got to the main Sanctuary, the paler Seiichirou got, the magic that had once coated him so abundantly fading more and more. Passing by the marble statue of Abran, Siegvold noticed him stumble forward a bit, before reaching out and holding him upright. An unnatural heat rolled off of him in gentle waves, which he could recognize as the beginning signs of Magic Sickness. Feigned concern wrapped his voice, offering meager platitudes of half-hearted comfort. A sick part of him forced himself not to smile, pulling him closer so he could lean his weight on him.
It took all of his power not to bury his nose in the others dark, sweat slicked hair and take a deep breath.
He walked Seiichirou past the Statue and into the room, whispering sweet words into his ear as the other slowly lost awareness.
'Come, Disciple of Abran. Let me guide you inside. His holiness must have been too much for your constitution. Let's sit you down…'
His words were met with desperate mumbles and incoherent sounds as he stumbled along.
The room was dark, with no windows to allow natural light inside, and had tables against the walls. All of which were covered with books, intricately adorned cups and more materials Siegvold would use during his sermons. They were neatly placed, handled with love and care over the years, each in their assigned and familiar spots. With a flick of his wrist, candles that hung on the walls all lit up, an easy spell to cast while still holding the incapacitated man. A few spare chairs were tucked neatly in the corner, dusty and barely used.
He leaned Seiichirou next to a table, before walking over and bringing him a chair. In the quiet of the room, he could hear the mans pained whines and heated breaths, the fever surely spiking by now. But listening to those noises come from him, he could feel them going straight to his groin.
Soon, Siegvold…
The voice in the back of him mind cooed. He was so close….
He brought a chair forward, sitting it right next to him a few feet away from the accountant, just out of reach and watched him with narrowed eyes, as Seiichirou's face contorted into one of confusion.
His ragged breathing filled the quiet room.
Watching his Angel struggle to stay upright was surprisingly fun, he thought to himself.
"My dearest Disciple of Abran…before I let you rest, I would like to show you my devotion..."
The air in the room turned cold, tension rising. Through blurred and fevered vision, Seiichirou could make out a few details.
Siegvold stood halfway into the light, with most of his face shrouded in shadows. Even then, he could still see the look in his eyes.
Eyes narrowed, solely focused on himself, with dilated pupils, cheeks a bright red, a drop of sweat rolling down his chiseled jawline and a gut wrenchingly wide, toothy grin.
Seiichirou was unaware and vulnerable, like a lamb found astray from its herd.
And Siegvold was a wolf, hungry and on the hunt, ready to tear into his soft, smooth flesh.
Time slowed down, but he could hear the heavy clack of the priests heels against the pristine tiled floor getting closer. The hairs on the back of his neck stood, danger being the only clear thought through the mud of his mind. He knew he wasn't safe here, but had no strength to move, his legs barely keeping him up as it was.
"My dearest Seiichirou…I've come to guide you towards the light, towards Abran's loving embrace."
Siegvolds voice dripped in sticky, fake sweetness. His armed outstretched, reaching out with open arms for him to land into. Though, the Japanese man made no attempt to walk towards him. His blood ran cold, as he felt a pair of large arms eventually wrap around him, forcibly pulling him into his hold.
Seiichirou could feel his heart racing, be it from the magic sickness currently raging through him or the fear of the current situation, he couldn't tell. He tried to push him off, overheated fingers clumsily finding the cloth of his robes.
His feeble attempt was so cute, desperately trying to get away. His flushed cheeks, and glossy eyes, it was driving Siegvold crazy. One of his hands slowly slid down the mans spine, tracing each vertebra all the way down to the base, while the other came up to his face, tilting it upwards to look him in the eyes. He could see the fear that flashed through his heated gaze, the look sending shivers down the spine of the chestnut-haired man.
"Do not be afraid, dear Disciple. Abran has shown me the path to your salvation. And it is my honour to be a vessel for his will. Everything I do is for you." He leans in and purrs, his breath tickling the inner shell of his ear. He pulled the other into a chaste kiss, a small whine vibrating in his chest. It was just enough to get a taste of him, enough for the ugly, greedy part of him that longs to consume all of him and make him his own to surface for a brief moment. He pulls away, purple eyes gleaming with want and a much more twisted desire.
"I would do anything for you, my beloved angel."
He hummed a soft melody, one that vaguely sounded like the healing spells that Aresh would cast, thought Seiichirou. His body relaxed, relief from the magic sickness allowing him to melt into the others hold. His eyelids grew heavy, the fever having taken most of his strength with it. With a slightly clearer head, he groaned, forcing himself to tighten his grip on the robes.
"N-no…stop, I don't want this…" His voice isn't as strong as he'd like it to be, raspy and breathy, the dizziness from before still rampant. Not to mention the now growing lump in his throat, fear overwhelming him and what he knew were the beginnings of tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
"A..Aresh…I need Aresh…" he cried, struggling against the taller mans grasp. Unfortunately, that just led to Siegvold tightening his hold on him, the hand that once caressed his face now sliding down the front of his uniform, worming its way beneath his cloak. Rough, strong hands easily made their way beneath layers of clothing, meeting hot skin, forcing his shirt up and outlining the curves and dips of his body. Siegvold's mouth found his own, lips crashing in a much more furious kiss, while letting out a deep growl.
' So Aresh is the name of this dark temptation that's laid their claim on you..' A surge of anger coursed through him, manifesting in a messier kiss, teeth knocking together as he sloppily forced his tongue into the others mouth. He drinks him in, savouring the disciples deliciously sweet honeyed taste, exploring each part of his mouth. Moans escape him, spilling into Seiichirou's mouth, before he finally pulls away after some time, a string of drool still connecting them.
They're both breathing heavily, Seiichirou more so as he had no chance to catch his breath before the start. That hazy, glassy look in his onyx eyes is back, with a red flush on his face much darker than before. To Siegvold, he looked stunning, the perfect image of a blushing virgin, drunk off of one kiss. His smile grew, a soft chuckle piercing through heated breathes before he spoke again.
"I will keep you safe, Disciple of Abran. He has shown me the way on how to protect you. This is his will, and I will see to it." He trails kisses from the corner of his mouth all the way to his eyes, were tears have been threatening to fall since the other world-er became aware of everything.
"I will show you Abran's love, and in turn, my love for you."
His hand grazes Seiichirou's nipple, soft and puffy, and begins circling it, gently rolling it between his fingers. His other hand now having made its way towards his bottom, kneading the plush mound beneath his uniform before willing himself to stop. He refused to give into his own selfish desires, he had a mission to carry out, and nothing will stop him from bringing Seiichirou salvation. He leans in to kiss him again, deeper and more desperate, and is rewarded with a quiet whimper from the other.
Poor Siegvold never stood a chance, as that was all it took for him to lose control.
He bit down on Seiichirou's lip, earning a yelp as he drew blood. His heart ached seeing his angel in pain, but he just couldn't help himself. Hearing the beautiful sounds erupt from his throat sent pure arousal through his body and straight to his cock. Stiff and stifled under his robes, he began pulling off Seiichirou's clothes. He decided to pin the mans arms above him, despite him fighting to push him away. Making quick work of the shorter man's attire, he tossed everything behind him, clothes landing haphazardly on the cold tile below, until he was bare and fully exposed.
The sight made Siegvold's mind short circuit.
Beautifully smooth flesh glistened with sweat, the flush of the fever that ebbs and flows from him adding to his radiance. He was thin, with some bones clearly visible and poking out, but to Siegvold, that added to his delicate appearance. Fresh tear's now spilled from his eyes, the shame of being exposed evident in his pale face, but nothing compared to the sight he longed for the most.
Seiichirou's cock, flaccid and limp, is perfectly sculpted. The hair surrounding it as unruly as his hair looked currently, cute curls tangled together. It was average in size, velvety and had the most adorable little beauty mark at the base. Not a single blemish marked his skin, just shades of pink and red toned flesh as his gaze lingered towards the tip, his foreskin hiding the head of his member. Even soft, he knew just how wonderful it would look, dripping, red and, aching for attention.
Siegvold's heart soared, his mouth salivating at the perfect sight before him. He was truly blessed by Abran, to be able to have Seiichirou all to himself.
Quiet hiccups and pleads filled the air, Seiichirou slowly dipping back under the fever's hold and slumping further into the others hold. The spelt cast by Siegvold that first alleviated the magic sickness now the cause of it, while fat tears streamed down overheated cheeks.
All Seiichirou wanted was Aresh now. He could barely keep conscious, but he knew at this rate he would die without help.
And Siegvold…Siegvold would be the reason why.
He tried to make sense of it, what could have possibly possessed the man to reach this point. But the more he thought, the darker his vision got, his mind melting from the heat and pain coursing through him. And even with all the strength he had, he still couldn't get away. His heart hammered like a jackhammer in his chest, fear for his life and of the crazed look in the priests eyes causing him to panic more.
"Please…don't do this..." he cried pitifully. He could feel the last of his strength fading, his muscles going limp and heavy. It was much too hot, his body a furnace working at maximum capacity, frying every nerve within him. He only wished he could go under before Siegvold truly began.
"But, I must, my dear Angel. I have been given a task by our Holy Savior, and I will see it to the end. You will be safe, and no longer will you be tainted by that beast again." His tone held so much love and adoration, Seiichirou almost believed that he actually did care about him. But at the mention of a 'Beast' his mind flashed to Aresh. The absolute venom the priest's voice held for him made his gut twist painfully.
Foreign hands traveled down his body, exploring exposed skin with care and precision. Sensitive flesh burning beneath his touch, it was already so overwhelming for him, he couldn't help the moan that tumbled out of his throat. He could vaguely see Siegvold's smile widen, words that sounded like praise floated through the air and falling on deaf ears.
All Seiichirou could do was lay there, useless. Just like all the other times he fell sick, now reduced to a pile of limp limbs and airy thoughts.
And this time, he had no caring Commander to heal him. No Aresh to gently guide him, to hold him and tell him he's alright and that he'll be safe. No loving melody that makes his heart flutter with joy and comfort.
Siegvold could tell that Seiichirou was somewhere far off, his eyes alone were enough to prove it. Once brilliantly shining onyx orbs, now muddled and cloudy with glistening tears that streamed endlessly from dark, tired pools devoid of all fight. His hand reached to wipe away his sorrows, before leaning in again, and stealing a peck once more in a much more brief kiss before pulling away.
"Do not cry, Angel. I will make you feel so loved. Please, allow me to begin…" He licked his lips, savouring the taste on them, and began singing a spell. Graceful notes danced of his tongue, his now free hand producing a liquid, shiny and slippery. With his other hand, he carefully lifted Seiichirou onto the table behind him, spreading his legs apart to get a better view of him. No longer putting up any kind of fight, Siegvold reached towards his puckered, pink hole and pulled at the skin to get a better look. The excitement of finally getting to feel him wrapped around his cock made him grin. With his now oiled fingers, he brought them to Seiichirou's vulnerable hole, the tip of his index finger poking through the sensitive ring of muscle, and eliciting a low groan from the half-conscious man.
It was like sticking his hand in a blazing inferno, steaming but moist, and impossibly tight. He felt his inner walls twitching, almost sucking him in deeper, before pulling his finger a third of the way out. Every sound Seiichirou made in turn enticed him to go further, pumping his finger in and out until he sensed no resistance. Siegvold's eyes lovingly stared, gaze switching between watching his angel's slicked, wet hole, and his bright red face, embarrassment clear through the fog. He loved every second of it, his mind supplying him with thoughts that blended into reality, as with every cry of anguish from the other, he only heard cries of joy and pleasure.
'This is hell.' Thought Seiichirou, 'An actual nightmare…please, let me pass out…or better yet…Aresh…Save me…'
The yelp that followed made him see stars, white dots flooding his vision as he realized another finger stabbed it's way inside him. Instinctively, he clenched, but that did nothing to stop his attacker from continuing to drag his fingers in and out of him. Instead, he noticed warmth on his lips, wet tongue invading his mouth and taking every bit of him in it's conquest. What little noises he could produce were quickly swallowed up by the priest, and forced back into him eagerly.
The burn he felt as fingers pried him open left him gasping, his body rejecting the touch. Every caress of his insides makes his stomach churn, bile rising in the back of his throat and threatening to come out.
This was wrong.
This was so wrong.
Alien sensations buried themselves deep within his core, reaching parts of him only one other person ever had permission for, as if searching for something. It wasn't long before fingers grazed across a sensitive lump, drawing out a wail from him, flinching away from the other in the process.
"What a gorgeous cry, my Angel! Please, I wish to hear more of your delectable voice." grins Siegvold, now massaging the sensitive bundle fervently.
His vision tunneled while he watched Seiichirou's body react, his once soft member slowly stiffening, bobbing up and down with each movement until it stood tall. Dribbling's of pre-cum pearled out from the still covered tip in perfect teardrops, desperate moans and heavy breathes filling the space between them in abundance. To hear his Angel sing his love song made the priest massage the spot faster, milking his prostate for all it could handle.
Hearing Seiichirou's pitiful cries as he forced him to give into the pleasure satiated the darkest parts of him, though he didn't dare to address it. He only longed to see his beloved happy, loved and writhing in ecstasy at his hands, showering his sweet angel in Abran's all encompassing love was just the catalyst he needed to do so.
"S-stop…! It's too much…! It h-hurts…!" The pain in Seiichirou's voice went unnoticed, his body betraying him as the build up reached it's peak within his core. He clenched hard around strong fingers, muscles tensed, a long desperate whine tearing through his sore vocal chords that grew louder as it went on, mind numbing euphoria coursing through him, leaving him winded and spent. He could barely breathe as it was, struggling to suck in air while his muscles twitched from overuse. His throbbing cock much too tight and hot, hurt not having cum the traditional way.
"A divine symphony, my sweet angel…but this was just the prelude. Come closer, my sweetness, and let us bask in the Lord's warm embrace." Came Siegvold's voice, the muffled sound of clothes shuffling and dropping to the floor reaching the accountant's ears.
Seiichirou could feel a strong grip on his hips drag him forward, guiding his bottom towards the edge of the table. It was uncomfortable, his neck straining between the corner where the table met the wall. His legs, as heavy and tingly as they felt, were raised, wrapped intentionally around smooth, warm flesh. After taking a few more deep breathes, he willed his vision to focus, and was horrified by what he saw.
Siegvold had completely stripped naked. Chest heaving with every breath, lust oozing from him while glowing amethyst stared deeply into his victims eyes. Sweat dripped down his brow, a depraved and wild look on his face as he pulled one of his legs higher up, over his shoulder and placed a tender kiss on his burning skin. But what frightened him the most, as his vision traveled down the priest's toned and muscular build, was the angry, red and obscenely huge cock that stood upright, twitching in need just above his own member. It was several shades darker than Siegvold's skin tone, veiny and girthy, with dark chestnut hair wildly surrounding it, and absolutely slicked in pre-cum. The tip was thick and flat, a perfectly dark red colour that dripped a long string of cum right onto Seiichirou's pathetic dick.
Not even Aresh was that big. And here Siegvold was going to pierce him in two.
He tried desperately to shuffle and kick his feet, anything to force his capture to let him go. A rush of adrenaline overcame him, landing a kick on his stomach, a quiet 'oof' escaping into the room. But as quickly as it happened, he felt those same strong arms lock his legs into place, his hold a lot tighter and more painful that before.
"Oh, my dear. I wouldn't do that again. Let no fear take hold. Please, this is for your own good." Growled Siegvold, taking one of his hands and lining himself up with the other's abused hole. "You will be cleansed, and born anew. You will live the life of a faithful Disciple, free from the evil of this world. Now relax, my Angel."
"Sieg…vold…stop…! No…Get away from me!"
But it was too late.
The head of his penis pressed firmly against his sore, battered entrance. Two finger's wasn't nearly enough to prepare him for the monster that was attempting to breach him. From the tip alone, he felt lightning drag across his skin, a bone deep fire causing a scream to rip out of him. It truly felt as if he was being torn in two, the fresh burn of having torn clear through the rest of the pain. Siegvold leaned forward over him, a low moan trembling as he slowly pushed what he could in, unaware of the torture he was putting the other through.
"My…Angel…You're so tight…this must be what heaven feel's like…" he cried, not even an inch inside. The tight ring of muscle contracted, squeezing him impossibly hard. A brief thought ran through his mind, the fact that his beloved was constricting his dick this hard, that he must be enjoying himself so much, made him even more excited to fully bury himself inside. To hear his voice scream in pleasure send shivers down his spine, while he pushed further in, each agonizing second too long for him. Never mind the tinge of red that languidly pooled around his cock, his mind supplying an easy excuse, that Seiichirou was a virgin, and this was his first time. How he wished he could just push himself inside in one thrust, but he knew he should go slow for the other's sake.
Seiichirou's vision faded fast, each painful small thrust into him shutting his mind down faster. Just as he was half way skewed on the others monster of a cock, Siegvold thrust eagerly, forcing the thickest part of himself inside. His eye's rolled back, his last thoughts thanking some unknown deity that he finally didn't have to be awake for this living nightmare. With his whole body limp, face relaxed at the loss of consciousness and his once tear ridden face now devoid of emotion, darkness finally overtook him.
Siegvold's mind went blank, warm, wet heat enveloping his cock in its tight embrace as he finally fully sheathed himself inside. Burning white heat surrounded him, pulsing in tune to his Angels heartbeat, molding itself to perfectly fit him. He leaned forward, holding himself in position, catching the unconscious man's supple lips with his own. The temptation to devour the other was overwhelming, every part of him longing to taste all of Seiichirou, to learn every inch of him, every dip and curve, and memorize every mark on his perfectly angelic skin. If only he was awake to witness their love, he would shower him in affection and praise. But to Siegvold, the man had only lost consciousness because of how good he felt, it was the only explanation, surely his and Abran's love overwhelmed him.
Pleasure coursed through his being, his nerves set aflame, ambrosia flooded his taste buds before he felt his body shudder in release. A delicate whine pierced the heat of the room, unconscious lips parting, straining against the body pinning it down. The sensation was too much, the sweetness of the kiss, the delicious sultry cry that he earned, and the ever-loving heat around him, flooding Seiichirou's insides with cum. Moans emerged from his throat, shuttering at the tight spasms coursing through his core.
"Haa…mmph, my Angel. My sweet, beloved Seiichirou. You feel…so good around me, taking me all the way. Let me reward you for putting your trust in me, my dove." He cooed through ragged breathes and whines, his head still floating with lust while he slowly pulled out. Melodic notes drifted in the air, the low hum of holy magic washing over the both of them. A soothing green glow enveloped them, a healing spell slowly applying itself to Seiichirou.
"Wake up, Angel. Show me those beautiful eye's of yours." Siegvold's hand held onto the other's cheek, his finger gently caressing his dusty pink skin in a soothing manner, wiping away dried tears. Eyes lids fluttered under his thumb, slowly coming to and blinking away the fog.
Seiichirou groaned, his body weak and sweaty, the heavy weight of another person pressed up against uncomfortably clammy skin making his shiver. His mind wading through thick syrup, before realizing where he was. His ass hurt, a stinging pain radiating from his tailbone, and he could something sticky and wet dripping between bruised and red cheeks leaving his legs numb. Hand's flew towards Siegvold's chest, shoving as hard as he could, fear overtaking him, a scream ripping from his throat. He winced from the sudden motion, his body protesting, forcing him to lean back against the wall. Cries to release him, to back away and not touch him echoed the room, stabbing the holy man's heart.
The priest clicked his tongue, disappointed that his angel was still fighting him. That Beast's hold must be stronger than he thought, his heart aching at the thought of being rejected. But he wouldn't be a follower of Abran if he didn't know how to forgive, and his dear Seiichirou would be forgiven as many times as needed. His lips curved into a warm smile, before grabbing hold of the Disciples wrists, his grip on them tight enough to leave bruises, gently shushing him as he attempted to alleviate his unease. He brought his face closer, taking a deep breath in of the other's scent, before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Sweet Angel of mine, I told you not to do that again. Fighting me will not bring you any closer to salvation, Disciple. So, do forgive me for this." He purred, pinning the others arms to his side, while his free hand grabbed his blue stole off the ground next to him. He pressed another kiss onto him, swallowing his screams for help, and pushed himself further on top of him to to pin him down. With stole in hand, he tied Seiichirou's hands together, restricting his movement and forcing him to stay still. Every yell and attempt to escape from the other, Siegvold would stop, he'd bite him, shove his tongue down his throat, anything to quiet him down. His leg pushed up against the other's cock, hindering any movement while also stimulating his neglected member, earning him a heady whine. He chuckled, sucking on the mans lip, before moving down his jaw and onto his neck, were he began his assault anew. After he'd successfully tied his hands together, he reached for a smaller red cloth, one used during sermons for decoration, and shoved it in Seiichirou's mouth.
As much as Siegvold would have loved to silence him the traditional way, he felt it best to use something else to muffle his voice.
Such a shame , he thought, How will I hear those gorgeous psalms of his now…
Kisses peppered his Angels chest and neck, small bruises forming as a sign of his love and devotion to the older man. It felt sinful to defile and mark his beautifully pale skin, but when it came to Seiichirou, he just could never help himself.
"We're almost done, my sweet Dove. Now that you've gotten use to me, this next part will feel very good. Let me take care of you…"
The shiver that ran down Seiichirou's spine was enough to make him want to throw up. His mouth was too dry to spit out the cloth in it, his eye's narrowed in fear as he felt himself get dragged closer to the edge yet again.
This time there was no warning, one moment he felt Siegvold's tip prodding his abused asshole, and the next he was fully inside, tearing his insides to shreds. Pain lanced through him, but unfortunately for him, he stayed conscious. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks, acid filling the back of his throat as he choked, bile coating the cloth and seeping out through the cracks and down his chin. He wailed, wishing someone would hear him despite everything. He had no time to catch his breath, however, as he felt the priest begin to move once again.
Slowly, Siegvold pulled away, leaving just the head inside, before slamming back in, the sound of skin hitting skin audible and painful. A low grunt came from below him, though the feeling of being inside him again had him blocking out all sounds of distress from the other man. He only wanted to chase the warmth around him, giving into sinful lust as he pulled back again and stared up a slow rhythm. Every thrust gave way to another moan, each one earning more praise.
"Abran is so proud of you for choosing salvation."
"I am so grateful to be able to carry out his will, you will be safe with me, Disciple."
"You're doing so well, my Angel. Feel our love."
Empty words that meant nothing to the man beneath him, quietly suffering.
His pace was excruciatingly slow, every moment feeling like forever, while the pain never went away. Seiichirou learned to ignore it, that it would soon dull on it's own and he could just pretend he was anywhere but in the arms of his rapist. His mind slipped, placing him far away from this nightmare and in the arms of Aresh, who would hold him, and protect him. Who always asked for consent and never crossed any lines. How he longed for the safety of their shared home, and their warm bed. His feeling may have been complicated towards the Commander of the Third Royal Order, but this…this made it clear that he did truly love him.
And now he was ruined, taken by someone he almost considered a friend after all their time spent together. A part of him almost laughed, he wondered what Aresh would do when he found out of the priest's actions. Not that he could ever face him again, the shame he felt as both a victim and a male victim at that made him want to hide away forever.
Siegvold hurried his pace, the feeling of release closing in on him, his balls tighten in anticipation. As he thrust faster, the sound of wet skin smacking and the smell of sex in the air made him harder, and he reached out to touch his Angel's bouncing cock. Angry red and sore from neglect, he ran his hand up and down the base, pulling at the extra skin covering the head, using the excess pre-cum as lubricant. He ran his thumb over the tip, coaxing more cum to spill out. It was almost enough to pull the other world-er back from his daydreaming, though it only spurred on the tears that endlessly fell from his now red eyes.
"Once I've covered you in my essence, everyone will know you are a man of God, my dear. Your tears of joy brighten my soul, your devotion clear to me and Abran." He whispered, focusing his best to continue his ruthless pace. He squeezed the dick in his hand, earning a pitiful whimper from his beloved Disciple, eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows upturned. Maybe if he angled himself just right, they could come together, a beautiful act of love between the two of them.
And so he did just that, hoping to find that sensitive part of him that had him crying in ecstasy earlier. He was soon rewarded, a howl caught behind the cloth made its way out of Seiichirou, gracing his ears. Every thrust producing a grander symphony of moans, whines and whimpers, all in time with each motion. Heat flooded his cheeks, coloring them a dusty pink, his body sweating from the exertion. Euphoria washed over him, the rush of release fast approaching as his pace picked up one final time. Unable to contain himself, the feeling of love and overpowering adoration released itself in tears that slid down his cheeks.
"Please…accept my love…and in turn…Abran's love…!"
Hot semen drowned Seiichirou's insides, his body accommodating for it as Siegvold pushed as deep in as he could go. Being fully buried in the other, the priest continued working his Angel's shaft, until he saw that same tightening in his core. It wasn't long after that Seiichirou also came, cum oozing out of his member and slowly streaming down and over thick fingers. He cried out in embarrassment, moving his face to try and hide himself away. Snot and vomit ran down his mouth and chin, eyes devoid of any light as he huffed in silence.
How can one man be so adorable…
Siegvold brought his hand to his face, and licked the sweet nectar off of it, reveling in it's taste. A dark chuckle slipped out, before he finally pulled out of him, a lewd 'pop' sound echoing, followed by a thick stream of semen pouring out of him and onto the table below.
"I noticed you had a barrier applied to you while you were here. Now that it's gone, I could acclimate you to my own magic. No longer will you have to live with the filth that hid your divine presence from me. You have been reborn, Disciple of Abran. Consider this a baptism, of sorts…" he ran his other hand through messy dark hair, combing out whatever knots had formed and wiping away the sweat on his brow. Tender motions brought a sick sort of comfort to Seiichirou, while stilled dazed and lost in his own fantasy, refusing to acknowledge his current reality.
It felt like an eternity, stuck in that quiet back room, before Siegvold got up and dressed. He pulled at the stole wrapped around thin red, irritated wrists, relishing in the marks they left behind. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed them, like a mother kissing a child's injury. It garnered him no reaction, but that was fine with him. After all, this was a big day for Seiichirou, who was no longer chained down by that wicked beast. He could finally step into his role as a proper Disciple of Abran, and live a blessed life within the church walls.
Maybe even a life with him…
He took his time caring for Seiichirou. Pulling the cloth from his mouth, using it to wipe away the extra fluid's on his face, chest, and stomach. Before he went to dress him however, his eyes lingered towards his ass, marveling in his handy work. His seed flowing out of him slowly, asshole slightly agape and twitching, he couldn't hold himself back.
It would have been a waste otherwise.
His hand reached out, and with two fingers, forced some of his cum back inside. He felt the man stiffen around him, trembling slightly at the contact. If only he could make Seiichirou his bride, he thought, then they would be able to do this more often. His mind wondered a bit, imagining a quiet domestic life with the man. And if he could get him pregnant, envisioning him round and full of his children, he might as well have been on cloud nine. He willed the thoughts away, not wanting to fall into the hands of lust again.
Perhaps in the future…
Siegvold gave a gentle apology, empty and meaningless to the one he'd just assaulted, but to him was heartfelt. After allowing the other world-er a moment, he moved to gather the remaining clothes laid askew on the floor behind him.
Lifeless eyes tracked his every move, afraid that he'd be attacked again if he wasn't on guard. Not like he could put up a fight, exhaustion preventing him from even lifting a finger. Seiichirou watched helplessly as Siegvold came back and began dressing him wordlessly. He made no effort to move, only wishing to stay as far away from this moment as possible. Everything was too tight, his uniform felt stiff and wrong on his raw skin, underwear cold and wet from the fluids still leaking out of him, biting back every painful groan so as bot to provoke him. He noticed a shadow move towards his face, flinching at the suddenness of it, before feeling his glassed be removed from his face.
Siegvold cleaned the lens, clearing them of all the fog and moisture before cautiously placing them back on his face.
"There, now you're all dressed. Normally, I would request that you leave this room with me, as the Sacristy is only accessible to those of the clergy. But given what you've just experienced, I will allow you some time here." His voice gave way to nothing, as if he wasn't inside him minutes ago, stealing every bit of the other for himself.
Now he was Priest Siegvold again, not the monster that ruined him.
"I'll go fetch you some water and a light snack. Worry not, dear Disciple, I'll even make sure its low in magicules for you." He smiled, walking towards the door, leaving Seiichirou on the table, shell shocked and cold.
The door opened and closed, the loud creak of the hinges filling the air in the now quiet room, followed by the soft click of the door shutting.
And Seiichirou was finally left alone, at the mercy of his thoughts, and the growing darkness around him.