High priest S’Rak successfully prevented his brother’s assassination and discovered, to his delight, that Captain Jisten wasn’t under a vow of purity after all. But nothing is as simple as it should be, and the prince’s health continues to decline, and discovering the cause stirs up far worse trouble than anyone expected.
While Jisten might not be under a vow of purity, it stands to reason that a sun priest should be, but that doesn’t seem to bother S’Rak’s enemies. When the high priest appears powerless to stop the senior sun priest’s abuses, allowing himself to be victimized for the sake of the Victory Prophecy, the captain takes matters into his own hands.
He has a good crossbow, the help of a Goddess, and a dragon. What could possibly go wrong?
“Please tell me that you remember the events of last night,” said Rak, almost plaintively. He had enjoyed Jisten’s love-making and was tired of him not remembering it.
Jisten rubbed the back of his neck. “What sort of events?” A blush started on his neck and traveled upwards.
“The sort that make you blush,” said Rak with a wicked grin.
Jisten chuckled nervously. “You enjoyed it,” he offered.
“Very much. As did you, I pray.” Rak offered a hand.
Jisten clasped it, then raised it to his lips and kissed each fingertip, gaze fixed on Rak. “More than you. I had the better partner.”
Rak’s smile, and happiness, deepened with each kiss. “I disagree with you there. You gave me everything I wanted.” They drifted towards the bathroom.
“You gave me more than I ever dreamed,” Jisten countered.
“Then we were both well satisfied.” Rak pulled Jisten’s head down and kissed him soundly.
“Then again,” Jisten said when he came up for air. “At the moment, I am deeply dissatisfied.”
“How so?” asked Rak, startled.
“Your wings are covered in cat hair,” Jisten said. “I cannot live another second with it so.”
“I guess you will just have to oil them then,” Rak said once he finished laughing.
“After the bath,” Jisten said. “Good bathing, heal that cut and anything else that is hurt, then oiling.”
Rak pulled Jisten into the bathroom, impatient now. He stripped on the way and was naked by the time he reached the tub. Jisten stripped off his jacket and shirt. He hung them on the towel rack.
Rak’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “You should remove the boots and pants next. Unless Valers bathe with their boots on?” He sidled closer. “Want help?”
“I do,” Jisten said, expression mischevious.
Rak undid Jisten’s belt and the buttons holding up the pants. He slid them down Jisten’s long legs, kneeling in the process. Then he tugged the boots off, one at a time, in order to finish pulling the pants down. “Hmm,” said Rak, and nuzzled Jisten’s package through the thin cotton. “I remember this.”