Armistice of Malice pt. 3

Later that evening Karmine found himself in the dining hall with the Seadweller sitting next to him. All was going quite well.

Icantheon in his opinion, truly was a great conversationalist. As they sat in the dim torch light hall, feeding upon many-a delicacy from different corners of Alternia. The Most Honorable Orphaner recalled several tales of his brave and adventurous exploits. It excited him so, to the point where the preacher had his elbows upon the table wide-eyed and absolutely dazzled by such stories.

The Ocean-born spoke of a land far to the north where snow was so deep in came practically up to your waist, and of mighty icy dragons which inhabited the crystalline caves deep within snow capped mountains.

And of another place with foliage so thick you needed a Ram-dao to cut through it, here it was dreadfully likely that a serpent of the venomous variety would fall from the trees to bite at whatever flesh you had exposed.

Another tale near the end was spun of exotic varieties of Lusii which he had come across in his own travels. All of which he was daringly proud and had a scar or several to show for, but one Karmine inquired as to how the sea-walker had obtained his Infamous "Twin scars" a rather gloomy recounting befell his ears.

"Wwhale a long time ago, wwhen I still livved out on the coral-coast wwhere the wwater wwas nearly sea through to the white sanded bottom. I came home to find one day, that my lusus had vvanished ovver night. To be perfectly honest I wwas extremely wworried." Dualscar said with an earnest expression.

"Little did I knoww that...wwhen it returned, it became hellbent on tryin' to krill me...So long story short, I managed to slay it but knot before it got me twwice across the face, an' once across the chest." Icantheon then looked at him with a grin. "Maybe I could showw you ALL of my scars later hmmmm?"

The Preacher blushed darkly once again, but found it absolutely amazing that the noble was able to eliminate his care taker and then live by himself.

"How did you become Orphaner then?" He then inquired.

"Oh yes, aboat that. I livved alone 'til I turned...Eight swweeps I tank...An' then I enlisted in The Empress's forces, but due to my skills wwith firearms she promoted me to The Most Honorable Orphaner of Arkilay."

Icantheon grinned and seemed to be proud of his rather superfluous title.

Oh well, soon they had to return to their quarters. The food had been consumed and with meat filled food-sacs. Both parties went to their respective place. But...Upon reaching his room again, The Preacher shut the door and bolted it firmly behind him...He flushed a dark scarlet upon thinking of what he was about to do.

But it had to be done lest he loose himself completely to aforementioned ocean-born's whims. So taking a last minute check around his room, Karmine quickly undressed til he was solely in his cloak and nothing more. The cool air coming from the moist limestone braced against his gray skin, making it flush a his blood color.

Ever so slowly he crawled into bed, reaching tentatively under his pillow until he found it a smooth object. He'd stolen this off one of the candle-holders in the hallway. Better he have it than it get burned right? The mutant blood was rather worried though, he had been untouched for so long...What if he hurt himself?

Once more he shook the cowardly thoughts away wrapping his cloak around himself as he thought The Orphaner would with his cape. Before placing the thinner end near the entrance of his nook, feeling his flesh flush even deeper with shame. If he didn't do this gog knows what would happen if they actually got around to pailing.

So with a shaky hand he pushed toward himself till it slid partially into his warmth, already though this sent a wave of pain slithering through his body and Karmine wanted to pull it out. But instead he leaned back and spread his legs just a bit wider and pushed on, stopping briefly to bite into the fabric of his cloak. Whimpering softly as it slid deeper into his slightly sore but still moist nook.

Shamefully enough his tentabulge came slithering out soon after he bumped the deepest reaches of his nook which it could effectively tug the walls of. Karmine wasted no time in gently curling his free hand around it, letting it tangle with his fingers. His movements were unsure and obviously terrified by the thought of him getting caught.

But it was soon forgotten as his mind began to conjure up some filthy thoughts to go with this wretched, disgraceful action.

With his head tilted back and his eyes closed, after a few more moments. He found himself at the mercy of the ocean-born who had caused this slick problem within him, the intensity of his self prescribed thrusts grew in ferocity. Easily able to picture himself paying a metaphorical debt to society.

By spilling his sinfully warm genetic material around the coiling thickness of Icantheon's unforgiving bulge. By this point his shoves were extremely rough, to go along with this twisted fantasy of simply being ravaged by this noble blooded creature.

Unfortunately when imagining such things, he couldn't last for long. So much sooner than expected he found himself suddenly spilling his mutant fluids upon his bed and part of the floor...Oh gracious...Karmine had to get that cleaned up immediately, but the thought was hazy and wistful in the midst of the first release he had had in probably a good sweep or two.

The Preacher's vision was swimming as he simply relaxed laying down flat again, he'd barely noticed curling up like that...Strangely enough he could still feel himself twitching slightly around the candlestick lodged in his nook, and now officially coated with genetic material...

This one wouldn't be burning at dinner ever again, when he finally managed to pull it out. Nearly squeaking with another bit of liquid leaking from within him and the feeling of loss. Before slowly licking it clean feeling slightly like a slut afterward...Oh well it was his right?

The mutant then stashed it back behind the headboard where he had gotten it...Maybe if one of the servant's asked he could say he cut his hand and it bled all over everything...Hey he WAS Malasana's wife they would have to be crazy to not believe him.

Feeling slightly better about that, and feeling amazing with after-glow he crawled underneath his slightly soiled blankets and curled up. He could get dressed in the morning and be totally prepared for another conversation with the ocean-walker tomorrow.

Karmine soon drifted off into a warm, fluffy and happy sleep. It felt as though a weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. Perhaps...he should consider Icantheon's offer? Feeling a bit bolder, his thinkpan eagerly said yes. It was for the best.

Besides as long as they weren't caught...Who was it going to hurt? Malasana didn't seem to care about him any more. So truthfully The Preacher did not think he deserved to be part of the equasion.