Nevertheless, we still need to meet and discuss it.’ Varn nodded. Diavoro felt like a god; Ilix worshipped his body. Gay sex He rinsed his feet and slipped into his sandals, then headed out of the forest. They kissed, Diavoro thrusting his tongue into Ilix’s throat. Diavoro stared at the glass case in front of him, containing one of the Erasaph Seeds. His eyes drifted to the table in the middle of the room, where the ancient tome detailing the Ritual of Germination lay open on the table. He shut the door behind him and waited for a few moments. He leaned his head back and felt Ilix’s lips slide down his cheek and neck, his tongue snaking down his chest until he fastened his mouth on one of Diavoro’s nipples. He desperately wanted to fuck him, but the ritual had marked him as the vessel. It gleamed with a dark luster. The Brethren met in an underground fortress, a maze of tunnels and caves that an outsider could lose himself in forever. He stepped backwards, letting Ilix guide him to the wall.
