Shane

Aaralon nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice. Spinning around on the log he found himself staring at the crotch of Shane the Blacksmith. He had changed out of his leather work gear and was now wearing much the same plain clothing as the others in the group. Although on him the heavy wool shirt seemed about ready to burst at the seams at any moment.

“I didn’t think they would come back,” Shane continued as he sat down on the log beside Aaralon, a heavy earthenware jug hanging in his hand. He took a long drag of the jug, from the sound of it it was very nearly full, before looking down at Aaralon for the first time.

“Shouldn’t you be with the rest of them?”

His tone was one of curiosity but Aaralon could feel something more hidden within it, some question that he wanted to as but was scared to, as hard as it was to imagine a man like him being scared of anything at all.

Aaralon shrugged, “I need to see how things have been going so far. “ He explained, sounding almost convincing to himself. “So I know what, if any, changes need to be made.”

Shane seemed to be satisfied with that as an answer and once again turned his attention back to the group by the fire.

By now the foreplay of the body paint had been abandoned by the young man who had paired off with Sally. His hands running hungry over her body as he angled his cock and thrust upward into her waiting sex. Sally for her part threw her head back, her hair glimmering in the firelight as her mouth hung open in a silent gasp of orgasmic pleasure.

The other two who had paired off with the other women were not quite as enthusiastic, although that had much more to do with the women than with the men. Even from here Aaralon could see that the touch of the men did nothing for them, less than nothing in fact. It seemed that only constant longing looks at each other and Sally were allowing them to endure the lusts of the men.

Aaralon almost had to feel sorry for the two young lads, or at least the shorter of the two. He could see that he felt much more than simple lust for the young woman. The way his hands gently ran over the rise of her stomach, the way he pressed himself to her back, the way his lips traced gently over her shoulder. He was stuck feeling a love that she would never return, perhaps that was why he had joined the cult in the first place, a way to get as close as he could to her. To replace the emotional warmth with something physical.

That only left the odd ones out, Henry and Ethan. They had slipped further from the fire, even as the others focused completely on each other it was clear that they didn’t really want an audience. However, they were still close enough to the fire that Aaralon could make them out. He watched as the taller of the two broke away from a deep kiss and began to slide down onto his knees. His eyes never leaving his lovers as he wrapped his fingers around his engorged member. Aaralon could feel the sparks between them, the pent-up tension of hiding from the rest of the town. He didn’t have to imagine what the townsfolk would do to them if they were ever discovered. He had seen the hanging corpse of one such unlucky young man on the road out here, hanging from a tree with a placard reading “SODOMITE” hanging from his rotting neck.

For the first time, Aaralon reflected on what he was helping his Master do. These people would help him open a portal out of the School. The magical walls around the school were far too strong to break without tearing the place down stone by stone. However, his Master had found a way to sneak around the walls. When the portal opened he would spread his influence over the whole town. When Aaralon thought about the people he had met outside of the School, bitter little beings that suppressed every emotion and shunned or killed those who didn’t, he was certain that his Master would mould them into much better people.

However, before that could happen he would need to get the portal open and to do that he would need more people. Even from looking at this lot he knew that at least two of the young men would need to go. They had been drawn here by lust but he could sense the bitter little cores inside them. Wells of venom that would spring forth as soon as things stopped going a way they liked. Even if he did keep them around he would still no have enough people for the ceremony. He would need at least twenty bodies for that.

The three women could be relied upon, Sally had been touched by his Master already, and the other two had that same hidden desire. If they were offered a taste of freedom they would gladly follow him. Much the same was true for Ethan and Henry, as he watched them he knew they had already tasted that forbidden fruit and would fight for him harder than any of the others.

That only left the question of Shane, Aaralon knew that he had something to hide and he suspected he knew what it was but he needed to be sure.

“So why have you not joined them yourself?” He asked, turning to look at Shane in the flickering firelight.