But this I swear to you, Holy Avatar, demon and scourge of us all: You will suffer an end far worse than mine, remember that in your dying throes. The...higher you stand, the harder you fall. That's nature's law, and none of your ramblings. Remember that, Patriarch. Remember me before your last breath."The Patriarch's eyes seemed to glaze for a moment before suddenly becoming clear again, the faint cracks of a grin slowly appearing on the Patriarch face. He seemed to relish the fact that. He picked up the pace, making me want to cum so badly! Before I shot, I looked him in the eye and asked him to be sure to pull out before cumming. He silently noted the request, and fucked me until I blasted a couple ropes of cum right back onto my stomach. Like he promised, he pulled out, and came over my stomach as well. We talked for a bit afterwards, and he noted that he was surprised we did it twice in the span of a few hours. According to him, that doesnt typically happen. He then. ”“Wow.”“Yeah.”“What happened? Did you step in the lye?”“I did,” I tell him, almost triumphantly embarrassed.“What happened to your foot?”“Yeah,” I start my sentence without knowing where it’s going, “I’m not really sure what to say about that. I stepped in it, got burned, sat on that bench, and got a splinter in my thigh – perilously close to something far more tender, though.”He winces in empathy “Ouch.”“Very ouch. I knew I was going to have to keep moving after I examined it, so I stood. It was the first step to evolving into a protector; then came the visit from a master chhetri. He'd been expecting an actual visit, but each night while he slumbered, a man like this man haunted his sleeping body.Shame filled him as he stared at his lost dream. He'd wanted to become a chhetri with every fiber of his being; instead he now found himself as a pleasurer to the queen. I feel so vile and dirty. The queen is a feral bitch who should be put down. I've forsaken my vows of celibacy to.