Kleris had certainly enjoyed Lillin’s attentions many times, but it was still a unique delight to be fellated, and Retorio was obviously a professional at it with a variety of techniques.  It didn’t take long for the “paladin” to cry out despite herself and release, only to taste it herself from her captor.  Kleris had opened his mouth readily without thinking, surprised but aroused at the wet and tangy kiss as he swallowed.<br/><br/>To his probing, teasing questions, he could just blush and nod, happy to be enslaved to his lust and be free of the worries and plots that normally weighed on his mind.  He meekly followed Retorio, and as he looked up at the imposing man, watched his impressive member throb threateningly at his face, and obediently started licking and sucking it, trying to remember the wonderful and unique things he had just learned.  Retorio seemed to be enjoying it, his breathing quickened and his cock throbbed, even grabbing Kleris’ head and (gently) fucking his mouth.  Before he got too far, or Kleris got too tired, the “priest” opened a wardrobe and selected a few strips of leather and lace, leering evilly.  If being nude was embarrassing, the leather bikini “armor” that Retorio bound him in was even more lewd, especially to the visible amusement and arousal of the imps and fiends he saw all around.  Put on his back, the tiny bikini bottoms unzipped enough to make an opening to his bottom, while still tightly restraining his dick.  As the evil priest promised to take his “virginity” as a sacrifice to his god, Kleris could half-believe it, and moaned as he let it happen, feeling the eyes of the laughing and moaning demons as they watched him moan and cum again in his bikini.<br/><br/>After all of that intensity, it was nice to have the time to clean up and relax.  Even at the academy, there was usually some subterfuge in finding a quiet bed or other place for sex, and wasn’t a chance to just cuddle and relax afterwards.  As he half-listened to Retorio reminisce, the words floated by until Kleris suddenly put the little details all together and it sounded surprisingly similar.<br/><br/>“Umm, this adventurer, his name wasn’t Merchiot, was it?  Breyton Merchiot?  Because that’s, um, my dad.”  It was suddenly a bit too real, here he was cuddling what might be an old family friend?  He looked up, “Did you know him?  I’ve been discovering bits and pieces of a really deep history, and I think I need to track him down.  Do you know where he is or what he’s doing?”<br/>