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his mouth. His tongue stroked and teased the head, and the slit, and his fingers massaged the still-damp shaft. Jisten gasped quietly as he climaxed, pumping his seed into Rak’s waiting mouth. Rak sucked gently, but firmly, swallowing everything Jisten had to give him. Only when the last dribble had passed did Rak pull off. He kissed the cock and the balls, then murmured, “Thank you.”

“Why do you thank me when I received the most amazing gift of my life?”

Rak’s mind scrabbled desperately for an answer that Jisten might accept. Finally, he was forced to settle for the truth. “It is a habit. Slaves are expected to thank their masters. I do not feel that you are my master, but I remember more than one whipping for failing to thank my user promptly enough.”

Jisten slid into the tub and gathered Rak in his arms. The Loftoni relaxed against him, head cradled on his shoulder. “What do you need?” Jisten ventured at last.

Rak sighed a little as Jisten stroked him. It felt good, but he needed so much more. “I need you, Captain. I need you in me.” He closed his eyes and waited for the explosion of objections. He didn’t want to get explicit or crude, and thereby risk offending his virginal lover, but he would do so if Jisten didn’t get the more subtle hints.

“So, nothing more brutal, yes?” Jisten’s reluctance was obvious.

“Only if you want to hurt me,” Rak snapped, momentarily losing patience. He took a deep, shaky breath, and smiled wanly. Then he whispered, “I do not need pain. But I must have relief, even if it does hurt, understand?”

“Uhm, maybe,” Jisten said. He kissed Rak. They didn’t come up for air for several long minutes.

Chapter Three: Bath-time Play

Jisten’s hands traveled down Rak’s face, shoulders and onto his wings. He frowned.

Rak stretched, arching his back. “Are my wings clean enough?”

“No,” Jisten said immediately. “I only rinsed them and there’s still blood in your hair.”

Rak relaxed back against him and looked up at his face. “I am in your hands, my dear Valer.”

“I want to wash your hair, drain the bathwater, and start with fresh water. Your wings deserve fresh water for soaping and another rinsing.”

“Very well.” Rak handed him the soap. Jisten’s large fingers were gentle as they worked the suds into the matted hair over the cut on his scalp and the large bump on his head. Once the blood was washed out, Jisten massaged Rak’s scalp.

Rak closed his eyes and enjoyed it. “I will need a haircut soon.”

“Why not grow it out? You’re free, and you’re not in the desert for a while.”

“I prefer to keep it short. It is considered respectful for a priest to wear his hair short, to honor the God.”

Jisten finished with Rak’s hair. “Water change time.”

Rak pulled the stopper with his toes. “There is a lot of cat hair in this water,” he said as he watched it drain.

“There were a lot of cats on you,” Jisten replied, and chased the last of the soap suds with rinse water.

Jisten refilled the tub with warm water and Rak added a handful of foaming bath salts which emitted a lovely fragrance. “I love baths,” murmured Rak.

“Now that the cat hair is gone and I can focus, I see your other injuries, S’Rak. Please, call night flames and give them to me.” Jisten held out his hand and waited.

Rak cradled Jisten’s hand in his own, impishly kissed the open palm, and murmured a prayer with his lips still brushing against Jisten’s skin. Dark flames blossomed from Rak’s hands, and as the priest lifted his head, the flames poured over into Jisten’s hand as well.

“Will you allow me to heal you fully, or do I have to selectively heal the worst ones?” Jisten asked.

“Heal anything that would show through my clothing, and the worst of the rest. Leave some, to mollify the one who punished me.”

“I’ll mollify him one day,” Jisten growled, but he did as Rak bid. His large hands were gentle. He reached over the tub and pulled out a vial and he sudsed his hands with a soapy oil. He spread it over Rak’s wings in a sensual manner, pulling the Loftoni between his legs.

“And I love that even more. You have all day to stop doing that.”

“I wish I had all day. I never loved bathing until you came along.”

“Alas, duty requires that we not spend our entire waking period in warm, soapy water,” said Rak in a mournful tone.

“Such is the unfairness of life.” Jisten swept down Rak’s wings with oily hands.

Rak shivered in delight and tried to contain his horniness. He could feel Jisten’s hardness against his back. Rak rubbed himself against Jisten in subtle invitation.

“Any part of me you want, you can have,” Jisten whispered into Rak’s ear.

“I want you in me,” Rak moaned. “Please.” It seemed unnatural, almost dangerous, to tell his user what he wanted. Jisten wasn’t making him beg, and wasn’t taking control. Tyll never made him beg, but he was empath enough to know that Rak needed him to take charge in bed.

Jisten picked Rak up and carefully settled the Loftoni down on himself. Rak cried out in pleasure, and his back arched in such a way that his buttocks were pressed down, further impaling himself on the man’s shaft. Rak pumped his hips against Jisten. What he really wanted was for Jisten to throw him over the edge of the tub and pound him deeply, but he had no way of expressing that desire.

Jisten put his arms around Rak and assisted in the pumping, adding strength to the pounding. Rak rested the back of his head on Jisten’s shoulder and moaned deeply as his internal muscles went to work, clenching Jisten’s cock rhythmically in time to their action.

Reaching climax, Jisten nearly slammed Rak down and enveloped him in a bear hug. Rak cried out in ecstasy as Jisten’s climax triggered his

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