Aethas receives the punishment he is due.
Aethas had never been to this part of the Spire before, but if Rommath had taken the time from his busy schedule to conduct him wherever they were going himself it must be important.
He followed the Grand Magister, restraining his curiosity and desire to ask questions as he knew it would only irritate the other mage. Eventually they came to a door, which Rommath opened reverently before motioning Aethas inside.
When he entered the room he hadn't expected to see the Regent Lord reclining on a bed, wearing only a sheer robe, and he immediately turned to try and leave, but Rommath blocked the door and pushed him back into the room before locking it and secreting the key away somewhere on his person.
"Aethas," Lor'themar began, "I know that the Purge wasn't your fault." Aethas' confusion and discomfort at the subject must have shown in his body language because he paused and looked at him compassionately, "But I know I made it very clear that no paraphernalia of the Cult was to be taken to Dalaran."
Aethas was even more confused now, the Regent Lord had been a Ranger hadn't he? How did he know of the Cult? He glanced at Rommath out of the corner of his eye, had the Grand Magister told him and committed sacrilege? But on Rommath's face he saw only fervent devotion, as though he were hanging on every word Lor'themar said. Something very strange was going on
"My Lord, I have no idea what you mean…" Aethas began to protest before Lor'themar held up a hand to silence him. "Do not deny it!" Rommath hissed at him, his form nearly radiating irritation, the Grand Magister's legendary temper flaring. Lor'themar gave Rommath a significant look and the other man subsided, although seemingly unwillingly.
"Aethas," Lor'themar said calmly, "Do you think I don't know where every one of my amulets are? Imbued as they are with my power? Do you think I cannot feel several of them, still in Dalaran, possibly moments from falling into the hands of the Kirin Tor?"
"Your amulets, my Lord?" Aethas asked, trying to figure out whether the Regent Lord had gone insane, acting as was. Rommath made an impatient noise behind him, and once again something seemed to pass unspoken between he and Lor'themar.
"Oh yes, I had forgotten, for someone who has attained so high a rank, you are still quite low in the hierarchy of the Cult, Aethas." Lor'themar said in a tone of odd bemusement, "Not even Blooded yet. We shall have to fix that."
Aethas was sure now that the Regent had passed beyond the bounds of what was acceptable even in present company, "My Lord this is quite enough!" he exclaimed, turning around with the intention of leaving the room and forgetting this had ever happened. Suddenly a great power stole his ability to move, he felt as though he were being crushed beneath the might of ages. Rommath only spared him a disdainful glance as he sank to the floor, and a great and terrible voice rang out in his mind "DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON ME AETHAS SUNREAVER"
As he laid gasping on the floor he struggled to get a hand up and push his mask off, suddenly stifled by it. On the bed Lor'themar's form seemed to flicker before he re-appeared standing over Aethas' prone form and frowning down on him with what he could only fathom as terrible disappointment.
"Are you so blind that you cannot sense your own God?" Rommath asked, and a shard of ice seemed to thread its way into Aethas' spine. His God, the Progenitor…was Lord Theron? How could this be? Lor'themar's mouth quirked in amusement, "How indeed, Aethas? How did a child of mine fail to heed the commands of his High Priest and endanger so much because of it?"
Lor'themar's form seems to shift then, the entire room goes red for a moment, and Lor'themar's ever-present eyepatch is gone, exposing a golden eye with purple scelera. Now Aethas can sense the aura of power surrounding him, the same power of which they all carry a tiny charge of in their amulets. Whatever is showing on his face seems to mollify Rommath because he relaxes slightly, turning his attention fully to Lor'themar, as though waiting for approval. It seems he gets it because he turns back to Aethas then, "Behold your God, you fool, our great Progenitor, He of Endless Veins, Loryarlotep."
"My God," Aethas gasps quietly, struggling to get to his knees and prostrate himself before his God. Loryarlotep, Loryarlotep the Progenitor, he can barely comprehend what is happening, all of this time his God was right before him, their God walking among them, just as it was said. Loryarlotep turned away from him, shedding the robe and letting it fall to the floor, his naked form perfect, before climbing once again onto the bed and beckoning to Rommath, "Come to me my Priest."
Rommath went to his God immediately and began to kneel before Loryarlotep pulled him onto the bed as well, the Grand Magister reverently laying aside his staff and sitting beside their God. Aethas was stunned, all this time he had wondered what it was Lor'themar had on Rommath to keep him so thouroghly in line, but he had never imagined it was this. "You must be punished, Aethas." His God spoke half into his mind and half aloud, "You disobeyed your High Priest," with this he ran a fond hand through Rommath's hair, the mage leaning into his touch, "and have endangered your brothers and sisters through your carelessness. You led the Sunreavers, you should have ensured they followed the laws."
The room warped around him and tentacles came from the walls, surrounding him and lifting him off the floor, when he was suspended before Loryarlotep more tendrils began to remove his clothes, stripping him while deftly holding him despite his struggles. When he was nude most of them withdrew, aside from the ones suspending him and a few surrounding him. Aethas looked to Loryarlotep and saw nothing but blithe unconcern, these tendrils were part of his God, he realized. His God held him. Loryarlotep shifted on the bed and Aethas' eyes fell between his legs, seeing not a cock but instead a woman's vulva. This was their mother.
"What should your punishment be, do you think?" his God asked him, but he couldn't find any words, "I know," Loryarlotep continued, "What better punishment is there, than to know my power and yet be denied it?" Aethas whimpered and the tendrils holding him seemed to constrict, his God smiled warmly up at him, "Don't fret, my child, after this your sins will be forgiven."
The tendrils that had held back began to trail over his bare skin, working their way down between his legs and drawing slick lines around his entrance. The feeling of them touching him in such a sensitive place sent blood rushing to his cock, while on the bed his God disrobed Rommath with his own hands. The tendrils slowly worked their torturous way inside him, the odd pleasure making him flush all over his body. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, but the vision of his God drawing Rommath into a kiss was too much for him to look away from.
Slowly the pleasure of having his God's tendrils inside of him grew, and he began trying to drive himself onto them, but whenever he did they drew away. He moaned in frustration, watching his God lavish affection on Rommath while he struggled. As he gave up his reach for them the tendrils returned, pushing deep inside of him while another wrapped around his cock, twisting cruelly and causing his eyes to tear up. His God moaned in pleasure and drew Aethas' focus from his own frustrations to what was taking place on the bed, the sight of his God straddling Rommath and grinding down onto him was too much and Aethas keened and tried to thrust down again onto the tendrils.
Rommath's hands were gentle on his God's hips, Loryarlotep's own hands on top of them, holding them there as he rose again and drove himself down onto his dear servant's cock, moaning again as he was filled. Poor Aethas' keening and continued struggles a pleasant enough background as he took his Priest. Rommath's abdominal muscles tensing as he struggled to remain still, but his Priest had done so well, bringing Aethas to face his punishment, that Loryarlotep decided to reward him. Rolling his hips down so forcefully it was impossible for Rommath to stop himself from responding and meeting his God's thrust with one of his own. Loryarlotep whispered encouragement into his mind, urging him on as Aethas watched helplessly.
Aethas' struggles had reached a fever pitch, he was overwhelmed by his God's tendrils, and the sight of his God in such reckless, pleasurable abandon was too much. He was not prepared though, for what happened next. Loryarlotep locked Rommath between his thighs and flipped them, rolling onto his back and taking the mage with him. "Tap me, Dearest," he commanded, locking his ankles around Rommath's waist to keep him inside of him while leaning back and exposing his throat. Aethas didn't know what was going to happen but he didn't expect Rommath to sink his fangs into their God's neck. he could feel when the other mage began to mana tap though, the powerful Arcane energy radiating out from his God before being greedily absorbed by Rommath.
Aethas couldn't stand it. Their God's energy, Rommath fed upon their God's own energy. He screamed, being able to feel the power but having it be drawn away too quickly for him to grasp, just as the tendrils inside him drew away when he pursued their pleasure. Thrashing in the tendrils' grasp he screamed until a tendril filled his mouth, choking off his anguished cries. His God seemed to be in ecstasy, eyes fluttering as he clawed at Rommath's back, grinding onto him. The obscene noises as Rommath sucked at their God's veins, the way his aura flared with their God's power. It was too much, he understood his punishment now. Aethas broke down sobbing
Finally Rommath broke off his drain of their God's energy, shuddering with orgasm he pulled back to cry out and rest his forehead against his Master's collarbones, holding himself from collapsing on top of his God. Loryarlotep released him from the prison of his legs and carefully directed his servant down onto the bed next to him. He turned to Aethas, teary-eyed and struggling, looking miserable and beseeching. "Aethas, my dear child," Loryarlotep stood, uncaring of Rommath's seed spilling between his thighs, "Do you see now?" he asked gently. At Aethas' miserable moan and the nod of his head Loryarlotep smiled at him again. "Next time do better." his God spoke, the command ringing directly into his mind, before the tendril around his cock loosened and he came hard enough to black out.
Loryarlotep returned to his dear servant on the bed, perhaps they could get another round in before Aethas woke up.
Notes: Rommath thinks Aethas' name should be 'you fool'
