An awkward moment

Samuel muttered another prayer, placing both glowing hands against my inner thighs and pushing my knees back toward my chest. He focused a concentrated beam of warm, soothing Light directly over my swollen, gaping asshole, still slick and aching from the orcs’ treatment.

The divine energy surged straight into my open entrance. It felt like a thick, liquid heat washing over my exposed nerves, gently massaging every sensitive inch inside me. My back arched off the wooden table. The friction of my rock-hard length rubbing against the rough linen towel, combined with the pulsing, penetrating warmth deep inside my rear, pushed me straight over the edge.

“Ah... wait, Brother...!”

With a helpless gasp, my hips jerked wildly. A thick wave of intense pleasure crashed through my body, and I ejaculated hard right onto the white towel, my seed soaking through the fabric.

I froze, chest heaving, my face burning as I stared down at the mess while my gaping hole twitched softly in the afterglow.

“Oh Light... I am so sorry, I didn’t...!” I babbled, desperately trying to cover myself.

Brother Samuel simply patted my knee with a reassuring, professional smile.

“Think nothing of it, young Branford. The Light purging such... deeply rooted toxins from a young man’s system is a completely natural reaction.”

He wiped his hands on a rag and casually moved to the next table, where another freed peasant fighter lay trembling with his legs spread apart, his own hole showing evidence of the orcs’ approach to taking hostages.

“Now then, let us see to your residual magic as well...”

Before I could sink through the floor, McBride stepped into the infirmary, throwing a fresh pair of cloth breeches onto my lap.

“You’re fit for duty, aspirant,” McBride said, fighting back a grin as he glanced at my ruined towel. “The roads south are clear. Report to Goldshire immediately and ask for Guard Thomas. He needs help at the river bank. And, Branford... try to keep your trousers on this time, okay?”