quia tuum est regnum et potestas et gloria in aeterna
For Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever
Hands slipping past his waistband. Teasingly touching his sensitive skin. He couldn't stop the moan. This was so delicious, so incredibly sinful.
He loved it. He moaned again as soft lips followed the hands. Down his throat, along his collarbone and then traveling a wet path to his navel, dipping in, making him gasp, wanting more.
Along the way he noticed some digit entering him, he didn't care. He just didn't want this feeling to stop. Something so incredible, it felt unreal like it would vanish every time soon.
The other one began to suck and tease him. He hissed and moaned uncontrollably. "N…never…never stop… oh god!" But God would be the last one to look at him now.
His only response was more speed and he started humming.
"Don't…. stop!" He sat straight in his blankets, needing some time to notice where exactly he was. In a tent. A tent? – Rona! He looked around to find the space beside him empty.
No… He let out a frustrated moan and rested his head in his hands. He was such a dumbass. Why now? They had almost reached the coast. And the other one was gone.
Slowly he made his way out of the tent. There it was. Only one horse left. The other two gone.
He cursed himself under his breath. Stupid monk. What have you ffound him for, when all you do is lose him again? It took him the whole day to strike camp. Everything he had wished for was gone.
And it was his fault.
He continued on his way to the coast. There was nothing more to do in this godforsaken land. He would return to spain and resign from the fraternity. He could not do this anymore.
The next day it startet raining again. He travelt with the rain all along his way to the coast. A trip of one and a half week. His thoughts were everywhere but on the path he should follow.
When he arived in a town, he just took the cheapest room. The bed would allways be untouched. He couldn't sleep.
And because he lacked sleep, he did not nitice the man that followed him.
A dark haired one, with a scar under his left eye and pitchblack hair. Always a small smirk at the corner of his mouth, but not a friendly one.
TBC
Be prepaired! The last chapter is coming!
And I am realy sorry for the long wait!
I hope someone will be reading this anyway.