Thomas continued his story, his head still turned to look at the wall.

  “Something terrible happened to her, by the hand of a family member. She was too young to have her individuality formed, and the trauma was too much for a young girl to bear, so her mind exploded into different fragments. As she grew up, some of those fragments held the memories of the trauma while others helped her to function like a normal person. I was one of the fragments holding trauma. Unfortunately, terrible things continued to happen, some of them caused by the fact that she had several personalities in her head that had evolved from the fragments, creating identities of fully formed people as she was formed as herself.”

  He paused to gnce at Simon, but the sight of the knight, glove between his teeth to muffle the sound while he was pying with his anus made him sick, so he turned again to face the wall.

  “To be short, we were several people in a girl’s head. She grew up to be a woman and some of us changed or disappeared but I stayed the same. One day, a strange pink light appeared in front of us and we were transported into another world.”

  He stopped here, seeing that Simon was ready and had turned on the bed, his back end facing him. The knight, unable to see what Thomas was doing, shyly asked.

  “What’s wrong ? I’m listening, you can continue…”

  He was cut by a vivid pain. Thomas had entered him in one go, pinning him on the sheets.

  “The rest is for another time. Focus.”

  Simon was shaking, holding onto the pillows as Thomas’ shaft inside him felt scorching hot.

  “S… Slow down… It hurts…”

  “Sorry, it’s only my second time. Should have used lubricant.”

  Immediately, the knight saw pinkish light and felt something moist filling him up. Thomas had used magic to lubricate his anus, offering him some relief as he tried to breathe.

  “Better ?”

  “Yeah… You’re more considerate than I thought…”

  The hologram above Simon’s head flickered, it now showed 71%, which made Thomas’ brows furrow.

  “It’s not about you, I just don’t want to do to others what people have done to me.”

  Before the commander could answer, Thomas started to move back and forth slowly, clenching his jaw as he felt a surge of energy filling him. Simon was arching his back, muffling his moans by biting onto the pillow. His head was slightly tilted to the side, looking at Thomas’ elegant hands and thin fingers.

  “You like my hands ? You have strange fetishes.”

  He saw the knight’s head and ears redden even more. It was almost cute, but Thomas knew better than to trust those strange feelings forced on him by the game. There was no way anyone could be cuter than Bael, who pouted like a child while doting on Thomas. Nothing could ever beat the caring way he braided the slim man’s hair, or fed him delicious foods to make sure he was eating. Nobody could ever beat that.

  His head filled with memories of the king, Thomas moved even faster, thrusting deeper into Simon as his breathing became ragged by the effort. The commander was starting to lose his mind, shaking all over and moving his hips in rhythm as if asking for more. His penis was twitching under him, and he tried to hold his voice but small screams escaped his mouth and were muffled by the pillow. He looked so small in his training clothes, Thomas was much taller than him and could easily rest his chin on Simon’s head, not that he ever wanted to do that. He was starting to get really uncomfortable, so he accelerated again, holding onto the knight’s wrist to pin him securely so he wouldn’t move. Somehow, it made Simon moan even louder, and before Thomas could realize it, the commander screamed in pleasure, ejacuting under him. As soon as the Shaman felt the surge of power, he took his penis out and got up, walking to the bathroom and leaving the twitching Simon on the bed.

  It took a few minutes for the knight to regain consciousness. He looked around him, but there was no sign of Thomas.

  ‘Seriously, leaving me like this… It’s too much… What am I, some kind of sex tool ?’

  He clenched his jaw as he checked his anus. Nothing. Once again, Thomas didn’t ejacute. Maybe he didn’t even like it.

  ‘Well, it’s normal for someone who has trauma.’

  The Shaman’s story was resounding in Simon’s head. The knight was confused by what he had heard.

  ‘What does it mean, he was a fragment of a girl’s personality ? It doesn’t make sense, if that was true he wouldn’t exist. He isn’t some imaginary friend, he exists for real.’

  The commander id on his belly, trying to soothe the pain in his rear end and the lingering pleasure.

  ‘But if it’s true, he was literally created by trauma. I wonder how he handles it. I think I would have lost it long ago.’

  As he was thinking, the door to the adjacent bathroom opened and Thomas got out. He was in his usual magic created clothes, a big hoodie, sweatpants and sneakers, but the few areas of skin exposed were bruised and bloodied, maybe even more than usual. Thomas had been hurting himself ever since Simon had first met him, but this tendency seemed to be getting even worse. That’s when he noticed that the mid section of the Shaman's pants was getting wet. The bloody smell was unbearable. Simon immediately jumped off the bed with a worried expression.

  “Did you cut your thighs ?”

  “Nothing you need to worry about. Thanks for today.”

  And Thomas exited the room. But the knight was unable to calm down.

  ‘It would be easy for him to heal himself, why isn’t he doing it ? Does he not feel the pain ? Or does he suffer so much internally that the only way to express it is through physical pain ? But this isn’t right !’

  Simon washed up quickly, put on a new set of training clothes, and ran out his room, heading towards the mansion’s office. Inside, the twins were working, filing paperwork. They raised their heads after seeing Simon enter.

  “The servants told us that they saw you both heading to your room, did you have a good circution session ?”

  They seemed relieved, Thomas’ state might have worried them, but the knight furrowed his brows even more and made sure nobody could hear them before lowering his voice and whispering :

  “He’s hurting himself even more than before. This time he cut his thighs and isn’t healing himself. There is blood everywhere. I know he can’t die even if he cuts his artery, but this isn’t right !”

  Tira let go of his pen in shock, the tool falling on the floor and spilling ink on the carpet. Tari was more composed, slowly nodding.

  “I thought I was wrong, but it indeed seems to be the case.”

  Simon hesitated for a bit, but eventually he spoke even lower, confessing.

  “He told me a bit about his story. It seems he was assaulted before, and he has a lot of trauma. Having to do circutions regurly is causing him great distress.”

  Tira put his hand in front of his mouth, gasping as tears built up behind his eyes.

  “Oh my lord… Is it true ? Then his reaction the first time he arrived…?”

  Tari scratched his head in frustration.

  “It’s really the worst scenario…”

  Simon looked at the both of them with a worried look.

  “Isn’t there a way to help him ?”

  Tira looked at Tari, and the purple haired boy sighed.

  “I suppose we can use that… I thought about it before and prepared a bit, but I didn’t think we would really do it… I guess we don’t have a choice.”

  He stood up and walked to a bookshelf, taking out a box hidden behind thick tomes. The smell gave it away before Simon could even see the content. The commander clenched his jaw.

  “Are you serious ? It’s dangerous !”

  “Do you have a better idea ?”

  Simon opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything so he lowered his head in resignation.

  “Make sure to expin to him properly, so he can choose to use it or not.”

  “Of course. We aren’t monsters. It’s a desperate measure because we don’t know what else to do, but we won’t impose it on him.”

  The commander bit his lips.

  “I know that it’s used in medicine, but as a knight I oftentime have to deal with druggies who lose their minds because of this, so I can’t help but be nervous…”

  “So it’s a drug ?”

  All three turned to the door, where Thomas was standing while looking bnkly at them.

  “Your solution is to give me a drug so that I can rex ? Not bad, you are more shrewd than I thought.”

  He passed the frozen Simon and stopped in front of Tari, taking the box from his hands and opening it. Inside, there were brown leaves rolled into long cigarettes, not much different from the ones in the human world, except for the size.

  “This might work.”

  He put one between his lips and used his demonic powers, forming a small magic circle to create a small fme that lit up the cigarette. He took a long inspiration and exhaled the smoke under the nervous gaze of the three men. He suddenly felt way better, as if the tension was leaving his body and his nerves were becoming numb. For the first time in forever, he didn’t feel uncomfortable or nervous. In fact, he was unable to feel anything. It was so good.

  “I feel like I can sleep.”

  Thomas turned to the twins.

  “Thanks, I’ll take this.”

  And he suddenly disappeared from the office. Simon, who had been holding his breath, started shaking.

  “Are you sure this is okay ?”

  Tira fiddled with the paper in worry.

  “I don’t know.”