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He wasn't ravishingly handsome or darkly seductive like the tiefling, he was simply beautiful. He was an aasimar, and that meant he was touched of the planes, angel-blooded if you wish to be literal. And an angel was what he most resembled, or perhaps a jeweled statue.
His face was slightly androgynous, delicate and narrow, but with carved cheek bones and an aquiline nose. The aasimar's skin was like the surface of an opal, milky white in color but shifting to a virtual palette of shades in the flickering candle-light. His hair was long, well past shoulder-length, but more importantly, it was golden. It wasn't yellow, or blonde, but literally golden, catching the light of the candle and splitting it into a million shards of brilliant light. Raltiel's long lashes hid his eyes, bright green eyes that seemed to be fractured by a web of cracks, magnificent even as they glared a bit groggily at the tiefling for coming in the first place.
Argyros looked at his oldest friend for a while. It occurred to the tiefling that only Raltiel could manage to be a worshipper of the goddess of passion, beauty, love, and sex while at the same time wear such a ridiculous looking nightshirt. It was long, tangled, and did nothing for the aasimar's slender-looking figure. Of course, Argyros had seen that same slender and fragile looking form smash a heavy wooden practice shield in one blow on the training field, so looks were deceiving. Somehow, while he was thinking this, Argyros made a decision.
With two fingers, he extinguished the candle. In the now pitch-black room, he drew the thin covers from Raltiel, a mysterious smile on his lips. Fiendish blood had its advantages. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time...
Feeling strangely nervous, Argyros leaned across the bed, pleasantly surprised to find that tailor of the nightshirt had foreseen just such a contingency. They thought of everything in Sylvania. With his mouth dry from anticipation and worry combined, the tiefling's careful fingers undid the drawstrings of the shirt's front.
Raltiel slid upwards from his fevered half-doze. For a moment, darkness seemed to swirl about him, the fires of his mind threatening to blind him, derisive laughter and screams, and so much pain in the background that it threatened to overwhelm him. The darkness faded, somewhat, as Raltiel lifted himself up a bit to look at the tiefling. There wasn't any pain here, no horror, just a rather shameless tiefling.
"What are you doing?" Raltiel tried to put a disapproving note in his voice, but at best his melodic tone sounded exasperated.
"What does it look like?" Argyros had finished untying the strings, and now let a single hand underneath the aasimar's flaccid member, lifting it up slightly. "I'm going to make sure you have only pleasant dreams tonight, cutter."
With those words the tiefling placed his sensuous mouth about the tip of Raltiel's penis, letting his lithe tongue tease the end. With his hand, Argyros massaged the shaft below, running light fingers along it, as almost despite himself, Raltiel rose to the occasion, his penis swelling and hardening under the tiefling's careful ministrations.
And careful they were, thought Argyros as he let the tip of his tongue touch Raltiel's slowly growing penis again. Most times, the sheer sight of the tiefling unclothed was enough to bring people to full arousal. The paladin was being a trickier. Well, that was alright. Argyros enjoyed a challenge.
A minute passed in enjoyable work. Raltiel certainly seemed to enjoy it, though the aasimar's eyes were closed and he seemed to be whispering to himself when the tiefling looked up at him. Well, so be it. Argyros had not yet begun to fight. Or in this case, love.
Finally the tiefling judged that he could turn his attention to other things. The aasimar's shaft was engorged to near bursting point, and for a moment, Argyros admired it. A crying shame it was, that Raltiel used it so little. Well, that wouldn't be a problem tonight.
Leaving one hand to continue its work, Argyros pu