A few days ter, Simon was standing in front of Thomas’ room, his whole body shaking.

  ‘Should I knock ? Will he even accept to see me ? The st time was…’

  He shuddered at the thought, then suddenly calmed down. He remembered two sweet words, whispered for only him to hear. ‘Good boy’. It was more like talking to an animal, something that wasn’t human, but it was gentle nonetheless. Not as if Thomas was talking to a treasured pet, more like a stray cat he had stumbled upon. But it was sweet nonetheless.

  ‘Maybe it’s okay…’

  When he was about to knock, he heard a familiar monotone voice from inside his head.

  “Enter or go away, don’t stay standing here.”

  Hearing Thomas’ voice surprised him, but he quickly opened the door.

  “Sorry…”

  “Close behind you.”

  He obeyed and turned to the bed. Thomas was ying here nonchantly, in a strange attire that seemed lighter and more comfortable than his usual one. The whole room smelled like drugs, and there were ashtrays everywhere filled to the brim with cigarette butts.

  Simon covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, trying to hide the smell, and walked towards Thomas, stopping a few steps in front of him.

  “How much do you smoke ? It can’t be healthy…”

  “My lungs burst once, so I had to heal them. It hasn't happened since then.”

  The knight was taken aback, but quickly calmed down. Thomas was the Shaman, someone with incredible power, he could no doubt heal himself and detoxify the drug in less than a second if he so wished. It meant his current state was his own choice.

  “I see you have become even stronger. I guess you are completely adept at controlling the flow, now.”

  “Yes. I have almost reached a point where I would be able to speedrun the artifacts and quickly go home.”

  Simon tilted his head in confusion.

  “Speedrun ?”

  “Don’t worry about it. More than that, what was the king’s response ?”

  The commander straightened up. He somehow looked sad and angry.

  “He apologized for having been discourteous. He will empty the lower floors of the castle three days from now, so you can comfortably repair the artifact, however… I would advise you to stay on guard.”

  Simon looked like he was about to cry. After studying his face for a bit, Thomas moved his hand and the air in the room suddenly became pure and light, all scent of drugs gone. The knight blinked in surprise, taking the clothes away from his face.

  “You can do that ?”

  “It was hard to get the hang of it, but now it’s easy.”

  The slim man completely id back on the bed, sprawled as if he was exhausted.

  “Did you train a lot ?”

  Feeling that the atmosphere was less tense, Simon took another step forward. Thomas answered with his eyes closed.

  “Of course. I can’t save the world and my man from the hands of God with feeble power.”

  “Saving… Is Bael in danger ?”

  The slim man opened his eyes and studied Simon’s face for a while. He seemed to be feeling better.

  “You told me to not die.”

  The knight seemed surprised.

  “Yes, I did. If not for yourself, you should think about all the people who would be affected.”

  “So I shouldn’t stay in this state, right ?”

  Thomas peeled off the yer of magic that was protecting him at all times, and immediately Simon furrowed his brow as he recognized the real state of the slim man’s body.

  “Out of flow again ? You should have told me before you reached this point ! You smell like death !”

  “I think it’s fitting.”

  The Shaman’s hollow eyes were looking at the void, like the st time in the dinner room. He seemed heavily drugged. The commander bit his lips.

  “If you continue like this, you won’t be able to tell when you need a circution ! You might pass out without even realizing it.”

  “I see. I need to come back to fight God, that can’t happen.”

  Contrary to his words, Thomas was still lying motionless on the bed. Simon got closer, his knees touching the bed.

  “You need a circution now. Can we do it ?”

  The slim man looked at him in silence, and finally scouted to the side to give him some space on the bed. Simon sat on it, cleaning all the ashtrays and boxes of cigarettes, took off his shoes, and sat in his usual pose, slightly lowering his pants. Thomas seemed to be lost in space again, seeing him but not looking, as if his mind had wandered elsewhere. It worried Simon but he couldn’t do anything else. So he took his gloves off, slipped a hand between his thighs and started to massage his anus.

  “I trained for that too since I need to do it often.”

  A sudden surge of sanity lit Thomas’ eyes as he moved his hand. A pink light appeared and flew towards Simon’s back end, entering his anus. The knight couldn’t hold a scream as the light grew bigger inside him, vibrating against the walls of his intestine.

  “We had something called a sex toy in my first world. Never tried it, but I think it was like this ? I’m just copying what was in Mariane’s comics.”

  Simon was unable to answer, shaking all over and trying to hold onto the sheets. He had no idea what Thomas was talking about, but his penis was throbbing.

  “S… Stop… Too much…”

  “Slower ? Like this ?”

  The thing seemed to slow down, leaving some room for the knight to breathe.

  “You trained… To do that ?”

  “I thought it would be easier to prepare for a circution. If I remember the comics, the prostate was here…”

  Without moving from his spot, Thomas seemed to be able to see everything. With one move of his fingers, the thing moved inside Simon, reaching deeper and pressing on a specific spot. Immediately, the commander screamed and arched his back, his fingers holding the sheets so hard that he ripped them. He ejacuted all over his uniform, shaking all over from the spasms of the orgasm. Thomas immediately made his magic disappear. He had a dissatisfied face when looking at Simon, as if he was disgusted. Following his gaze, the commander shyly turned away to hide the white substance on his clothes.

  “I’m sorry… But it’s your fault…”

  He was still shaking, but Thomas didn’t wait. A gush of magic took Simon to the center of the bed, face down.

  “Wait a minute !”

  “Will you hate me if I don’t ? Pleasuring you took a lot of flow.”

  The knight felt himself become as red as a tomato. His heart was beating faster when he finally whispered :

  “I won’t hate you.”

  “Okay.”

  Simon saw Thomas’ hands pinning him down by the wrists, and felt his breath in his neck. It almost made him come again, before the Shaman had even entered him.

  ‘Oh no, I shouldn’t…’

  He gritted his teeth to keep it in, and almost failed when he heard the emotionless voice in his ear.

  “Rex.”

  His neck felt scorching hot, and he was afraid Thomas would see it, but in his drug state he wouldn’t notice anything, at least Simon hoped.

  When the Shaman’s penis finally entered him, the knight had to bite onto the pillow to prevent another orgasm. He was still sensible all over, and every touch felt like electricity coursing through him. In fact, he was unable to endure more than a few seconds. As soon as Thomas started to move, Simon moaned loudly, all his muscles contracted to the point it was almost painful. The bed was sure to be a mess under him. He wanted this moment to st, but as soon as Thomas felt the surge in power, he stood up and headed to the bathroom as usual. However, this time he seemed seriously unwell. He was staggering and holding his head, breathing heavily.

  Despite his shaking, Simon took a box of cigarettes, an ashtray, and ran behind him while pulling up his pants.

  “Wait, your cigarettes !”

  Thomas was looking at him with a bnk look, as if wondering what he was doing here, then deciding that it wasn’t important, he gestured for Simon to enter the bathroom with him. The knight was surprised, but followed him without a word. With a move of his fingers, Thomas closed the door and made several buckets of water fly to the bathtub, filling it in a second. He then put a finger in the water, and it immediately started to heat up, steam filling the room. Simon observed in amazement.

  “It’s incredible…”

  “No, it’s basic magic. Even you can do it with your amount of flow.”

  The commander stopped.

  “Wait, me ? But I can’t use magic !”

  “You are already unconsciously using it during battle to enhance your strength and speed, that’s why you are such a powerful fighter.

  “Am I really ?”

  Thomas didn’t answer, making his clothes disappear. It was the first time Simon could ever see the naked body of the Shaman, and it sent shivers down his spine. Every bone was clearly visible, as if there were no muscles or organs. Under his ribs, where there should be a belly, there was only a hole above his hip bones. He was not slim, he was a walking skeleton. Technically speaking, he shouldn’t even be alive.

  Ignoring his horrified look, Thomas entered the bathtub and gestured for the knight to bring him the cigarettes. Simon obeyed with his brows furrowed, giving one to the Shaman who lit it up and inspired during long seconds, finally exhaling the smoke with a more rexed face. The commander wanted to do something to help this man, but he didn’t know what, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

  “Can I wash your hair ? It’s very long, it must be annoying…”

  He immediately bit his tongue. Thomas hated physical contact, it was the worst thing to ask ! Maybe it was because Simon was thinking about the time he patted his hair ? ‘Good boy’, those words had stuck to him unexpectedly. However, the Shaman’s answer was surprising.

  “If you want. As long as you don’t touch my skin.”

  AmbreaTaddy