Death and Pestilence

Chapter 11: He's Definitely a Leg Man

"D-doN'T READ THAT!" I exclaimed. In one ambitious, adrenaline-hyped jump I landed on top of the bookcases, snatching the book from his hand.

Shocked, Specter Knight looked up at me. He then floated higher and higher, reaching a point to where he didn't have to look up at me. "My, my, what a testy little crow. I was going to return that book to its place, you know."

I clutched the book to my chest and sat down on the top of the bookshelf. "Y-yes, sure, b-but...I don't want you reading that! At all! It's silly!" I stammered, regaining my voice.

"Silly? Oh, no, no. I would say it is informative. Educational. Intriguing even." He shot me a smirk befit of the devil himself. "Why would it be silly? Are you...ohhoh...are you shy about it, perhaps?"

"N-no...and this isn't educational! It's trashy, in the most literal sense of the term."

"'Trashy'? Excuse me," He nabbed the book from my hands. "A bad romance novel is 'trashy.' A provocative take on politics is 'trashy.' This," his finger glided along the length of the title. "'Homosexuality in Classical and Ancient Greece,' is NOT trashy. It is a nonfiction, and by definition educational." He sighed, descending to return the book to its place on the shelf. Then he floated back up to me. "Tsk, tsk. What kind of 'educated man' are you, Plague Knight? Or do you flaunt empty claims?"

"Keh?! Don't taunt me! I, for one, read that book in full, and could detect the bias behind the author's tone! What a homophobic simpleton. And besides, though it was 'informative,' it didn't really...teach me what I wished to know. Along with all the other books there on homosexuality you most likely scanned."

"Really? My, what a pity." He hummed, seating himself by me and scooting close. "Then tell me, my dear, what did you wish to know?"

I felt my cheeks grow hotter at his tone. "It's...nothing. A thing of the past. None of your concern, now." I replied quickly, thankfully not tripping on my tongue.

"Stop being so coy. Tell me, my sweet. What kind of a lover would I be if you could not reveal your feelings to me?"

I sighed. "A sorry lover, true." Like myself, I thought with a laugh. "Um...w-well...I..."

"Go on."

"Don't rush me! Let me speak!"

"Speak, then."

I frowned, crossing my arms, and glared at him, and he glared at me back. I sighed. "Well...to be frank, I...wanted to learn how homosexual sex...erm, w-works, you know. I assumed it's primarily oral stimulation of genitalia, so I never understood why it was so...well, popular among certain cultures or people, as the books conveyed. What I'm trying to get at is...are there any nuances to it, at all?" I asked shyly.

The reaper besides me cracked a smile, and fought back a chuckle. I pouted. What was so funny? "Are you still ignorant of the answers to your questions?"

"No! I understand it quite well! I'm not a fool!" I lied, hoping he wouldn't press any further.

"Then tell me, Plague Knight, what are the nuances to homosexual intercourse?"

Dammit.

"Oh...erm...n-nothing? Besides oral and probably kissing?"

"Spoken like a true virgin."

"SHUT IT! AS IF YOU KNEW!"

"That I do."

"YES, YOU DON'T- wait, what?"

"I do."

"Fr-from...e-e-experience?"

"Yes. Where else?"

"Where did you...h-how?"

He sighed, smiling, chortles bubbling in his throat. Then burst out in hearty laughter, loudly enough for the shelf under us to shake ever so slightly. Although peeved, I had to laugh along with him. His smooth yet raspy laughter was too pretty, too contagious to remain cross. "Ahaha...goodness Plague Knight, where else? I was taught. Many, many years ago, before I became an assassin. Back when I had a quaint little family, lived on the outskirts of a quaint little village, and passed my days tending to my father's quaint plot of golden, billowing grain. Would you like to hear a story?" He asked suddenly.

Confused, I cocked my head to one side. "Pardon? Oh, is this in warning? As in you're about to divulge into lengthy narrative?"

"Indeed."

"Hee, hee. Sounds fun. And thank you, I appreciate your consideration. You may resume."

He quirked a brow, amused. "You have such an uncanny ability to sound so conceited."

"As do you."

"...Granted. Anyhow, father did not care for the fact that I was spending more time with my older twin sisters than him, doing house chores, and reading, all of which were much more entertaining company than his uptight, boring self. Thus, during one summer, he had me cut my hair and worked me hard in his wheat fields in an attempt to bond, and create a- and I quote- 'rough and tough young man out of my girly ass'. Yes, he was quite the character."

'And look at what he's become…' I thought to myself with a devious smile.

"Ah, the memories. They're returning back to me now, full force. I recall long days slaving in the hot sun. My lighter skin burned easily, and I had just as little capacity for muscle as I do now. It was agony. Each bead of sweat was proportional to each bit of resentment building within. I remember growing fond of the sickles with which I worked, the way they could easily slice apart the pliable strands of wheat beneath my fingers. I remember imagining my father as those strands of wheat, and the more I cut the more I tore him apart..."

"Less homicidal, please." I interjected teasingly.

"Excuse me? When have you ever known me to sacrifice integrity for censorship?"

"Hee, hee. No, of course, I can't forget how you are."

"I'm surprised you almost did." He joked, ruffling my hair. I giggled, swatting his hand away. He laughed right back. "Alright, alright, now, where was I? Oh yes, bottom line: I despised my father. In the end, we never bonded at all. Though ironic, that is tangential.

"Moving on, because I hated my job with a vehement passion, I desired a way out. It truly monopolized my day, you see. Working from dawn 'til sundown was not my cup of tea. I wanted to enjoy my summers, spend more time with my sisters or mother or with a book. Anything else, really.

"Then I met him. Who was he...Hans? Gottfried? I can't remember his name for the life of me. Or, death, rather. I just recall him being Dutch. Regardless, this man, another farmhand, had taken a shining to me, and I to him. He was entertaining. We became friends, I suppose, upon mutually laboring in the same area for a while. Eventually, he revealed he'd taken the job because he found one of my father's daughters pretty. It didn't concern me because the twins were both 22 at the time. Though I did tell him it was gross that he found one of my dumb older sisters pretty, being the defensive younger brother I was. But he brushed it off, saying it wasn't one of the twins. Did I not have another sister, he asked (in his comically Dutch accent)? Of course, I only had the two.

"When my hair started to grow back, however, he realized his misconception.

"He realized I was the 'daughter' he fell for, though instead of feeling duped, he began acting kinder around me. Of course, I was oblivious to his revelation. I hadn't even noticed his affections for me in the first place. Though I wasn't ungrateful of the results. Oftentimes, he would take part of my share of work upon himself, saying my skin was much too fair to endure such harsh sunlight, or my frame too thin to engage in such back-breaking work. Of course I noticed the inconsistency between how he treated me then and how he had treated me prior, but I didn't mind. I had much more time to myself! It was liberating.

"At one point, however, I felt guilty for taking advantage of him (At that time I had some consideration for others, so do not criticize me.) I did not want him to assume I was ungrateful. So I took him out behind the barn and asked him how I could repay him.

"...What I didn't expect was for him to come on to me."

"What?" I asked, stunned.

"Yes, surprisingly enough that is what happened. I suppose his perverse mind took my signals or the tone of my inquiry the wrong way. Whatever way you see it, I didn't resist. I didn't really mind it either. I was curious, young and horny. And it would be a lie to say that I hadn't thought the same way about him; he was rather attractive."

'Typical Specter Knight,' I thought, snorting.

"It was all a blur. I can remember him forcing me against the wall, us kissing heatedly, then a dog barking at us or some other interruption. Though we definitely arranged for our next meetings (and for subsequent meetings afterward) to be in a more...secluded place. And it was there we worked out the many wonders of the male body. Together we discovered how simplistic yet complicated it can be, where you can stimulate it, how to work around the absence of a...vagina, to be straightforward. So...he didn't teach me, per se, given he was equally as clueless, though him not being a virgin sped up the process."

I blushed. That much too descriptive for me, while simplistic in every aspect. And I cringed at the thought of how much experience with sex the other knight had eventually gathered. It made me feel like a fool. "That's an...interesting story. Eheh." I giggled unsurely.

"I know. I'm surprised I still remember some of it. Although it was fun, my relationship with him was something I need not remember. He's long dead now; I haven't even seen his ghost in the Lich Yard. Besides..." he breathed into my ear. "Now it's time for me to make memories with you."

I smiled, blushing further. Damn this man, really bringing out the giggling teenager in me. "Hee hee. I anticipate them with bated breath."

"Oh. Do you, now? Would you like to breathe?"

"Would I...what?"

He placed a stray hand on my thigh. "Would you like to start making memories? Mayhap we might...consummate our relationship."

I squealed, precariously tipping over the bookshelf. Had I not stabilized myself on his shoulder, I most certainly would have fallen.

"Are you quite alright?" He asked, smirking.

"Heeh...partly. Let's descend. I'm not hurting myself today."

"If you wish, my sweet." Picking me up in his arms, he lowered us to the ground. Once there, I tried to jump out of his hold, but he wouldn't release me.

"Um...Specter Kni-"

"Where is your room, again?"

"Down that hall, to the right, why?"

"Oh nothing. You look a bit drowsy."

"I'm not...w-..wait. Specter Knight, put me DOWN."

"How about no?" He began his way down the hall.

"How about yes?"

"We are doing this."

"N-no, we're not!"

"We are doing this, once and for all." He announced. "Perhaps it will help you to realize that we are more than just friends." Once he was at my door, he used his strange magic to twist the doorknob open.

"SPECTER KNIGHT, STOP." I scratched at his arms with my talons. That only forced his grip to tighten.

"Cease this nonsense, little crow! I thought you wished to learn the nuances of homosexual intercourse!"

"Y-yes I do, but with words! Ahhh!" I yowled as he threw me onto my bed.

"Actions speak louder than words." He quipped, plopping onto the bed beside me.

"Get off, get OFF!" I squeaked, seizing hold of his shoulders and making a vain attempt to roll him off my bed. "This bed is too small for the both of us!"

"...The closer the better." He quipped yet again, unfazed by my pushing. What surprised me, however, was that he didn't try to make a move on me. Motionless, expectant, he held back, staring me down with a famished glint in his cold gaze.

"Er...aren't you...going to..um...?" I stammered, not quite catching my tongue.

"Pounce at you like some helpless prey? No. Not unless I have your permission, first. You are my lover, after all."

"O-oh. Thanks?"

"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine. Well...not yet, until we begin. What do you say?"

"Uhhh...s-..sure, fine. But could we start off slowly, please? I'd rather not be mauled tonight."

His eyes shimmered. With a smirk and a slow nod in response, the reaper disrobed himself, slinging the tattered fabric to the floor. "You have my honor." He offered, gently lowering himself onto me then rapidly seizing my lips with his own. I had hardly a second to breathe, and almost choked, coughing into his mouth. He released his hold with the giddiest smile and a steady stream of laughter which reverberated about the room.

Sputtering, I hissed. "I SAID- ack- s-SLOWLY, YOU MANIAC!"

"I know...heheh, but the look on your face was priceless." He noted excitedly.

"HOSPITAL BILLS COST GOLD YOU KNOW!"

Specter Knight chuckled, patting my cheek. "Oh please, what hospital would accept a criminal? Calm down. Stop being so overdra-"

"Do NOT tell me to calm down, fiend! S-say that once more and I sh-...shall...ah..." I breathed, gradually melting into the tingling sensation diffusing along my waist. Captive by fury, I had scarcely noticed a skeletal hand crawl under my robes. With incredible precision, it ascended ever so slowly towards my chest, gently brushing over my most sensitive areas. "...Mmph...a-ahh, S-Specter Knight." I stammered.

"Hmm?" He asked, smirking devilishly. I sensed his fingers hover over my nipples.

"Gaah...ah...t-this is very..awkward."

His smile faltered. "Awk...ward? Hmm. Not the response I predicted. Allow me to alleviate your sentiment. Might you require...less clothes?" He asked cheekily, lifting up my robe. "I can relate to how restricting clothes can be."

Tch. "Ah...um...s-sure. Why not?"

"Why must you sound so unsure? This could be much more interesting were you more certain of things. That way I might act how I wish, and I don't have to worry about 'raping' you, or you agreeing to things you do not want."

"But I thought sex was supposed to be a loving, tender thing! How gentle can you be by acting so wily nily?"

"Sex doesn't have to be anything specifically. Trust me; this will be much more interesting if I'm spontaneous." He joked, though by his stoic expression I could tell he was serious. Shrugging, I pulled my robe off then began working on the straps of my leg platings. Glancing up for a moment, I noticed he had been staring at me with those cold, famished slits. "Specter Knight...can you...um...l-look the other way? Eheheh..." He shook his head side to side, smiling eerily. I shuddered, blushing beet red, fumbling with the fastenings of my armor. Finally removing one, I shifted to the other plating.

After what seemed like eons of struggling with my skittish fingers, he replied. "You're much too slow."

"What? That doesn't even matter- you wouldn't have noticed it if you were taking off your armor as well! Goodness, Specter Knight, you're dressed like a tank!"

The apparition glanced down at his glided armor and shrugged. "That I am. However, that's because I need more coverage than you given my tactics are geared towards closer combat, while you tend to be more of a...well, glass cannon, so to speak-"

"Hey! T-that's not the point! Just unfasten your damned armor!" I squawked.

"Oh is that what you meant? I thought you were poking fun at me. Besides, I have less armor than most of the other knights-"

"Will you stop beating around the bush and just strip?!"

"Beating around the bush? Well, now you know how I feel." He scorned.

"Oh shut it."

"Take it off for me."

"Ugh. We're never going to make love are we?"

"Why does that even matter? You don't care for it."

"Well now I sort of do!"

"Good!" He roared. In one swift action he hopped off the bed and used his dark magic to unfasten his armor. It seemed to melt off of his thin frame, toppling explosively onto the floor below. An instant after, he tugged off his underclothes and sauntered, in only his underwear, over to the bed, a successful mien decorating his fair face.

I gawked, finding my eyes drawn to the heat he was packing down south. Too stunned to respond, I froze as he slid on top of me and unbuttoned my pants. With his teeth. Looking down, I regained feeling when I saw how ridiculous he looked, growling while he fumbled with the zipper like some crazed animal. Though he still successfully managed to remove my trousers. Pure talent.

"Heeheeheee...Specter Knight, do you honestly think that's arousing?" I teased, although I was sincerely impressed.

"Hmmm…though it was certainly fun, I am unsure. Hold on, allow me to consult your little friend over here."

"Little...frIEND?" I squawked. A sharp wave of...something shot up my spine. Clenching my teeth, I looked down in confusion only to find the reaper's nose buried in my bulging underwear. "What?!" When did he...when did that...?!

"Mmmmph...what a sweet musk." He groaned in probably the most unsettling yet seductive tone ever. It thrummed against my arousal, which, although only semi-erect before, was now battling gravity with frightening potency.

"O-oh dear..." I breathed. "I forgot it did that..." I mumbled to myself. Though I instantly regretted saying such an asinine remark, and was glad Specter Knight hadn't heard me. He was too busy, as it seemed, rubbing his...face...into my erection? "What the...h-hell...

"A-aah...S-Specter Knight, what in the world a-are you doing?!"

I gritted my teeth, claws scoring through the bed sheets at the powerful feeling. Unanswered, my only option was to stare at him as he slowly and deliberately caressed my clothed erection between the crook of his nose and cheek. His eyes were closed shut in bliss, and his long, platinum blonde hair was sprawled out over my thighs and crotch. I forced my lips shut to retain any mortifying sounds, though I couldn't help being aroused by the incredibly lewd sight before me.

Blinking his eyes open, as if waking from a trance, he rose his head up from my bulge and stared at me through half-lidded eyes and strangely long eyelashes for a man. I shuddered, petrified yet mesmerized by his beauty, the same beauty for which I had fallen so long ago. Smiling wickedly, the undead knight gave my arousal a slow, experimental lick. A moan hissed through my teeth. "O-oh...GODS..." Damn this man! It was all agonizing yet so gratifying! Never in my life had I experienced something so...so...pleasuring, of both sight and feeling. Smirking, he finally replied.

"What am I doing...trying to stimulate you further, of course. How did I do, my love?"

"O-oh...p-pardon me? I...uh, d-didn't quite gauge your ability- er, e-expertise p-properly, um...c-can you run that by me again?" I stammered.

And there goes that devilish smirk. "Seems I have you wrapped around my finger." Specter Knight whispered, probably unaware of my awareness. He teased my twitching penis with a tantalizingly gentle index finger, scratching through the fabric and sending a shudder up my spine. I threw my head back and quietly groaned in annoyance (though I knew this maniac wouldn't consider it as such).

Why did I have to react like that? And why did this sensation have to be so impossibly amazing? Why didn't I feel this way when I used my hands? Masturbation hadn't done much for me before. But now...

Dammit, now he was using his tongue! Folding in my legs at the knees and covering my eyes with my hands, I basked in the feelings that wet organ was giving me. These phenomenal, electrifying sensations; they wracked my feeble bones and galvanized my parched dopamine receptors. These powerful, now ubiquitous waves all branching from the locus of one marginal, minuscule, semi-useless organ attached to my nigh-unattended nether. How can such a thing consume me, subdue me, leave me at the mercy of one ravenous, psychotic being?

...How can I miss this spectacle to ponder such mysteries?

Slowly removing my hands, I glanced back down at my darling undead lover. He eagerly lavished my clothed member with his tongue, rubbing circles into my thighs. Soon the garment became wet with heat and hot saliva, among other liquids. I had to put a hand over my mouth to hold back any embarrassing noises. Though the feelings were mesmerizing, my erection was aching under the fabric, and I had half a mind to chastise him for leaving my underwear on. The other half yearned to force his mouth onto my penis, clothed or not. Choosing a middle route, I pushed my back off the bed and tilted his head up with one hand, using the other to slide off my briefs.

Specter Knight looked down at his prize in a mix of confusion and disbelief, as if it were a student's drawing confiscated from a teacher in the midst of class (and wouldn't I know that feeling? I used to be a teacher before the Order. But children drove me insane). Then he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking and grabbed hold of my hand. "What are you doing?" He demanded curtly, though with a hint of amusement.

"Specter, dear, this is borderline painful. I'm removing my underwear so-"

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He retorted with a smirk, moving my hand away and cupping my wet bulge with his hand. I shuddered.

"Ahh...why..n-not?" I barely managed to reply.

"This is punishment. For all the teasing you have done to me."

I swallowed. "K-keh? Eh..erm...but, t-that was all in good fun, wasn't it? And even then, none of it was ever truly teasing! You just took it as such because you're always hornier than a ram and you're mixing signals."

Furrowing his brows, the undead knight stared me down, eyes in slits. They glowed with the same unsympathetic, mellowed fury that never failed to make me shudder. Then his lips twitched, as if they dared a smirk, but fell to retain his sober composure. He sighed. "Nevertheless...who is in charge here?" He asked in a stern tone.

"Um...w-well, it is my home you're in...and my bed, meaning you must go by my..." His eyes glowered harshly. "R-rules...eh...that was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?"

"You talk too much." The other knight growled. He lifted himself off the bed and swiped my robe from off the floor. "Such meaningless babble can only afford you more punishment." Quicker than a hummingbird's beating wings, he seized my wrists and bound them together with the sleeves of my robe. That done, he managed a convoluted knot with my robe that tied my arms to the headboard of my bed. While he did so, he whispered into my ears. "You've been such a naughty little crow, you know that?"

I huffed. "...I swear to whatever gods are up there, Specter Knight, if you put wrinkles in my robe...ohhoho, you are going to get it!"

"ARRRGHH!" He roared. An even louder smack sounded when he facepalmed. "WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS KILL THE MOOD, YOU CRANKY CREATURE?!"

"WHAT MOOD? AT LEAST IT'S NOT AS RIDICULOUS AS WHEN YOU KILL A ROMANTIC MOOD WITH YOUR PERVERSION! AND WHAT ARE YOU EXPECTING ME TO DO, COWER LIKE A LITTLE BABY?! AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE-"

Specter Knight sighed once more, quieting me with his hand and grumbling curses to himself. I howled against his palm as he spoke. "Fine. I suppose it was silly of me to expect you to understand how to act in a subordinate position. I don't know what came over me." Quieted by bewilderment, I shot him a questioning look. But he continued. "Don't give me that look! I'll teach you all about BDSM soon enough." He promised, sliding off my briefs.

"Excuse me? What is- HURF."

"There. You wanted your underwear off, your wish is granted. Now make like a berated puppy and think about what you've done while you leave an expert to his work."

A hot, sickly stench wafted into my nose, and quicker than I could realize the specter had gagged me with my own underwear. Unfazed by the smell but still coughing it out, I squawked. "WHY WOULD YOU- I'M SO INSULTED!"

But the man paid no mind. I opened my mouth to enter another tirade, but soon enough my rage was assuaged by those...those feelings again. I watched on, tied to the headboard and unable to combat the pleasure that overwhelmed me. The other knight gently caressed my penis with his tongue, leaving no inch of it uncoated in his saliva. The wet muscle slid up my hardened shaft until finally wrapping around the head. He sucked on it eagerly, though with a tender sensitivity. I eventually broke down and allowed a moan to part from my lips. While the undead man worked, his fingers soothed my writhing legs, ghosting along the length of my thighs and providing an added tingling sensation to drive me insane. A curious digit brushed against my scrotum, as if testing the water. Then his whole hand shot out fondle my testicles. The act was so sudden I flinched and yelped, torn out of my trance (How fast had this man gone from soft to rough!) Specter Knight laughed against my erection, and the vibrations of his deep, guttural chortle felt so divine.

Damn, I needed to find more ways to make him laugh!

"Ohh, gods, Specter Knight!" Was all I could utter, groaning, every muscle in my body having been reduced to a boneless jelly. My legs collapsed onto the bed, and his wandering hands eagerly exploited them. His lips curled upwards as he sucked, then parted to allow more of my length to enter his mouth. His tongue mercilessly lavished my member, pushing it against the rough ridges of his hard palette. An involuntary groan burst from my lips. I closed my eyes to surrender fully to my senses of touch.

Of course, until Specter Knight pulled his mouth off of my penis.

Staring up at me with a wicked smirk, Specter Knight analyzed my tender form with greedy eyes. "Step two:..." Damn him. "...Distract your partner by overloading their senses."

"Guuuhhh..." I groaned, confusedly. "W-...What?"

"I'm teaching you how homosexual intercourse goes, remember, dear? All those simple little nuances you wanted to learn?"

"Ugh...t-then what...happened to step one?"

"That was the foreplay, which proceeded disastrously, mind you."

"Huh?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Do you truly need a recap? First you didn't even want to have sex, then you wanted me to hurry up. Then some other nonsensical bickering occurred and now you're finally allowing me to fellate you. What did you want me to do?"

This man...I grumbled to myself. "Just...keep doing that thing. The thing you were doing." I mumbled.

My lover snorted, cackling. "Heheheheheh...oh my...my sweet little plague knight, how could I ever stay mad at you?" Specter Knight mused, spreading my legs apart farther, kneading them, then licking roughly once they were tender. Damn. Why was he so transfixed by my legs? "Yes, how entertaining. I've reduced an intelligent man to an unintelligible one." He gloated. "But, enough of that. Now I must undertake step three of our activities."

"Eh?"

"Take your distracted lover and assume dominant position."

"E-excUSE me- ACK!"

With confounding speed, he plunged two of his fingers into my mouth and forced me to suck on them. I almost choked. Again. "Well, the methods of that step may only apply to my case. You're going to be on the receiving end given your lack of experience. Heheheh..." He laughed again, latching the other three fingers of his hand onto my cheeks so I couldn't pull away. Damn, that man had powerful grip with such tiny hands.

"Erhurfniurdea...wuryurrunbt!"

Specter knight furrowed his brows. "I...wow. Are you...I cannot believe you are actually attempting to speak."

"HURFFURGLEWUR-" the headboard shook as I fought against it.

"Shhh...calm down." He interrupted, using his other hand to gently caress my left flank. "Stop fighting me. We don't want a repeat of the foreplay, do we now?" He joked, his wandering fingers slowly encroaching the areola of my left nipple. I hissed as he tweaked it, then nibbled on it roughly.

Such added stimulation proved too much, and I whined against his fingers. "Urmf..." I closed my eyes. Now he had shifted to lavish my other nipple, caressing my sides with his free hand. Although he grew gentler with me and loosened his grip on my cheeks, I eagerly continued to suckle his fingers. The feeling was intoxicating, like a passionate kiss with a thick tongue. My blushing cheeks warmed his cold hand.

Opening my eyes, I took in his position. He straddled my sides, looking down at me with lighter, kinder eyes and a soft smile. Then I glanced down and noticed his raging erection and underpants stained with dripping semen.

Which effectively killed the mood, mind you. Blushing even brighter, I managed to shake his fingers out of my mouth. Gasping for breath, I shrieked. "W-WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"You'll see." He mumbled, playing with the globs of my saliva on his fingers.

"I..." He stared me down. "...Er...o-of course." I yielded, not wanting to pry and thus delay this any longer.

Specter Knight smirked, humming in amusement. "Good boy." He murmured in that sultry tone of his. Slowly, he slid off of my belly, bending down to leave a trail of wet kisses on my stomach. He paid close attention to my hairline, lapping his tongue along the thin follicles and feathers. Each and every bead of saliva tickled me to no end. I was beginning to ache as he toyed with my pubic hair.

Exhaling, I shut my eyes. "Mmph...Specter Knight...hurry...aaahh!" My pelvis writhed against his lips when they finally reached my phallus. My lover's mouth loitered there for a bit, sucking eagerly on my glans and licking down the shaft.

In the next instant a strong, unpleasant shudder coursed through my body. My legs twitched and buckled and my eyes shot open. Then it became apparent that he was...prodding my anus, of all things?! "GET YOUR FINGER OUT OF THERE!" I squawked.

"Shhh, calm yourself. Your saliva will ease this process, so if you allow me to delve deeper then you will see-"

"Deeper?! Are you insane?! You may cause major rectal tearing if you force anything any deeper than you already are, no matter the volume of saliva you utilize as lubricant!" I warned in exasperation.

"Well. Perhaps then I can use something else...do you have any lotion or some liquid of a viscous consistency?"

"N-no...well yes, but not until you tell me why you're trying to squeeze into my anus!"

"Oh, why must you be so difficult? It is as if 'remember the foreplay' means nothing to you..." Specter Knight grumbled, answering with a reluctant sigh. "It is because...w-...well, I am not truly certain myself, but when you rub against something in there, it triggers an onslaught of stimulation like you have never felt before. The feeling...it is…spectacular, to say the least."

"What? That sounds ridiculous. How can such a thing happen?"

"I know not why, it simply does! You will soon find out for yourself. Now stop whining before I tie down your legs as well." He hissed, continuing to penetrate and ease open the rim of my sphincter. I winced against the discomfort.

This was idiotic! What amount of pleasure could be worth fighting through such thick walls of muscle and causing possible tearing to arrive at? My attention turned to Specter Knight as he grumbled. "What substitute for lubricant do you have?"

"Lotion, I suppose, if that will even work for this job." I huffed. "Gods...get your fingers out of my anus! The lotion is in the bottom drawer on that nightstand over there." I growled, indicating to with my elbow. Damn, my erection was just throbbing in need. Why didn't he just use his fingers to resolve that little problem?

"Good, good, thank you." Specter knight replied, smirking at what I assumed to be my testiness. Rolling off the bed as I rolled my eyes, he walked over to the drawer I had pinpointed, groping around for the bottle of skin lotion.

I stared at him all the while, expectant and indescribably needy, glancing especially at his erection underneath the fabric. Curiosity struck. What was he hiding under there? What gifts has nature bestowed upon him? Is it comparable to my average length? Or, dare I speculate, longer?

The simple thought piqued my interest...though why I knew not.