Chapter 37: Communion and Revelation

“Hmph, ugh, ah…!”

Emil tried to push his body away from the sudden onslaught, but Yanis remained unyielding. In fact, Emil found himself utterly overpowered. As if possessed, Yanis relentlessly drove into Emil.

Each time the man’s member withdrew and then plunged deep, it felt utterly alien. Moreover, Yanis’s demeanor was unfamiliar and awkward, so unlike his usual self.

“Yanis, wait, ah…!”

“You… you enjoy being stimulated here, don’t you?”

“Ah, hmph, just a moment… Ah, Yani, ugh!”

At some point, Emil’s body began to writhe, clenching around him, as Yanis skillfully stimulated that particular spot repeatedly. Emil found himself unable to deny it.

As the tip of Yanis’s member persistently grazed the same spot, a transparent fluid beaded at the end of Emil’s own member, goosebumps erupted across his skin, and his nipples hardened. Yanis continued to thrust, holding Emil’s legs wide apart.

Even at a passing glance, Emil bore a striking resemblance to Lauren. Resembling Lauren, a rare beauty even in the capital, Emil appeared less like a staid priest and more like a celestial angel.

Unlike Lauren, who was frail in both body and spirit, Emil’s eyes sparkled with conviction, exuding a vibrant, healthy energy. Yet, at this moment, he was helplessly swaying beneath Yanis.

As Yanis continued to plunge deep inside him, Emil grimaced sensually, whimpered, and gasped, shaking his head from side to side.

“Oh, no, ahh…! I don’t want to, ugh! Hah, ugh, I don’t, I don’t…!”

The man’s lips twitched, then curved into a smile. Despite his protests, Emil’s body responded with passionate fervor, making his words meaningless.

His heated inner walls clung eagerly to the man’s member. Yanis pressed into Emil, his hand braced against the headboard.

As Emil’s body kept sliding upwards, Yanis seized the opportunity to lift him and settle him onto his own waist.

“Hah…!”

Emil’s hips jolted violently. This was due to the deep penetration caused by their change in position.

Yanis slipped his tongue between Emil’s parted lips, still agape from the shock. Emil’s tongue was small, clumsy, and tasted sweet.

Holding Emil’s waist, Yanis thrust his hips upwards from below. Groans flowed into their joined mouths, further arousing Yanis.

“Hmph, ugh, ah, ugh, wai—…!”

Emil tried to push Yanis away, but each time, Yanis’s tongue entwined with his. Semen, splattered from their joined bodies, stained Yanis’s chest and Emil’s chin.

Seeing the milky fluid, Emil’s chest swelled once more.

“It’s alright.”

Yanis took Emil’s chin again and pulled him closer.

“You’ll be stained with my essence anyway.”

He mumbled this, then delved into Emil’s mouth once more. A faint sweetness lingered.

Suddenly, Emil’s heart pounded, and his entire body felt as if it had ignited, burning hot.

“Hmph, hmph, ugh! Ah, ahh…!”

“Hah, Emil, whoo… Kkuh!”

“Ah…!”

Emil had no idea what he was doing at that moment. He clumsily moved his hips, bracing his hands on the man’s stomach.

Initially, Yanis had supported Emil, but now he merely braced himself against the bed, matching Emil’s rhythm with his own thrusts.

His mind swam in a haze. When he lowered his gaze, he saw the taut muscles of the man’s abdomen and his own member, once again erect and swaying.

Lowering his hips and allowing the man’s member to plunge deep felt undeniably good. Yanis seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

“Ah, I’m going crazy… ugh—”

He wanted to stop, yet he couldn’t. Each time, heat surged from below, and his heart rate quickened.

Emil’s cries vanished once more into Yanis’s mouth. Yanis pulled him closer by the nape of his neck and kissed him.

This was an act he had imagined countless times in his dreams. The real kiss was far better and more sensual than any dream.

Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing and trailing down between their lips. Yanis licked the drool from the corner of Emil’s mouth before kissing him again.

“Ah…!”

While Emil was lost in pleasure, Yanis’s movements grew wilder. As his member plunged deep inside, a thrilling sensation coursed through Emil’s limbs.

He shivered with the pleasure that raced up his spine.

“Hah! Ah, Yanis, ugh, ugh, ah, ah…! Ah, hmph, I can’t take it, ugh!”

“Whoo, Emil, you truly are….”

“Ahh!”

A sound that was neither a moan nor a scream burst from Emil’s lips. With each collision of flesh, vulgar, explicit sounds echoed.

The sounds grew louder and faster, and Emil, unable to move, collapsed onto the man’s body, swaying helplessly.

“Ah, ah! Hah, ugh! Yani, ah, ahh, ah, faster, ahh…!”

As Emil’s voice mingled with a sob, reaching his climax, Yanis gripped Emil’s buttocks with both hands and ground into his depths. His inner walls convulsed, trembling violently, and transparent fluid spurted from the tip of Emil’s member.

Simultaneously, white fluid streamed down between Emil’s buttocks. It was Yanis’s first ejaculation.

****

After that, Emil lost all sense of time. Yanis settled himself between Emil’s thighs, who was utterly lost in a daze.

He let out a relaxed sigh, then looked down at the transparent fluid that had soiled Emil’s stomach and chest. Emil suddenly felt a wave of shame and instinctively covered his shoulders and abdomen, but Yanis gently assured him it was alright, made him spread his arms, and wiped him clean.

“There’s no need to be ashamed; it’s a natural physiological response.”

The man calmly soothed Emil.

“Rather than that, why don’t you focus a little more on our current situation?”

“Ah…!”

Yanis hooked each of Emil’s legs over his arms, lifting Emil’s hips sharply, and then plunged inside him. Emil grimaced at the bizarre position.

His entire lower body, from the waist down, was suspended. Yanis placed a pillow under Emil’s hips and then forcefully drove into him.

As his swollen, firm glans pressed deeply against Emil’s inner walls, Emil’s breath hitched. A throbbing pleasure surged from his lower abdomen, making him anxiously writhe his hips.

Yanis brushed back his sweat-dampened hair and pressed a kiss to Emil’s forehead. Such small gestures of affection seemed utterly natural to him.

A strange, ineffable sensation made Emil bite his lower lip.

“Ah…!”

Emil had no time to dwell on his thoughts. Whenever his mind wandered from the act, he would be startled back, shivering.

Yanis would gaze at Emil’s pleasure-flushed face and smile. Yet, despite his smiles, his actions remained rough throughout.

He gripped and stroked Emil’s member, forcing him to the brink, then made Emil lie on his stomach, taking him from above, inserting himself with agonizing slowness.

“Ah, ahh…! Ah, Yani, hmph, ugh, too, ahh, ah…!”

Having compelled Emil to the edge of climax by scraping his glans and rubbing his urethra, Yanis now did the opposite, blocking the exit. His member withdrew incredibly slowly.

So slowly that Emil could feel his inner walls closing around him. But when he thrust back in, it was with such rough force, making wet slapping sounds, that Emil’s tightly closed interior was instantly breached.

Moreover, Emil couldn’t fathom his thoughts. Yanis pushed Emil to his absolute limit before finally releasing him.

He gripped Emil’s buttocks, who had collapsed, gasping, unable to exert any strength in his arms, and ejaculated for a second time. Emil’s vision turned white, leaving him utterly unable to control his body.

“Emil.”

As Emil lay sprawled on the bed, Yanis’s voice reached him. He struggled to open his eyes, but his vision remained blurred.

“Can you make what you created disappear?”

At Yanis’s words, Emil barely shifted his gaze to look at the block of ice. What hadn’t worked before certainly wouldn’t suddenly work now.

‘I need to get rid of it… If it stays like this, I’ll only be a nuisance to Yanis.’ Yet, neither his mind nor his body would obey his thoughts. Only the throbbing pleasure continued to assault his entire being.

In the fleeting moment his vision blurred, he vaguely sensed the scene before him shifting. However, Emil had no energy left to care about such things.

He could only manage a weak shake of his head before closing his eyes, hearing Yanis’s chuckle from behind him.

“I… I can’t do it. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Are you too tired right now?”

“…”

Emil nodded, two beats late, in response to Yanis’s question. Yanis smiled at his appearance.

He leaned down and kissed Emil’s back. Emil was so utterly drained that he didn’t even stir when Yanis kissed him.

“Have pleasant dreams.”

There was no trace left where the block of ice had stood moments before. Only a slightly damp patch on the floor hinted that something had once been there. Emil truly was an excellent Esper.

****

When Emil opened his eyes again, the room had already darkened. No sliver of light entered through the window, indicating it must be the middle of the night.

He tried to sit up but immediately fell back. “Ah…”

A dull ache, unlike anything he had ever experienced, radiated from his lower back. Emil belatedly realized he was clothed.

He distinctly remembered being naked at the end, so it seemed Yanis had tidied up and dressed him while he was unconscious. Yanis was asleep right beside him.

Though it was too dark to see clearly, Yanis was also fully clothed.

“…”

Even seeing only the outline of Yanis’s sleeping face, Emil’s cheeks inexplicably flushed. The acts he had shared with Yanis just hours ago replayed in his mind.

To think that communion could be achieved through such acts. The church had never revealed such detailed information. Perhaps even the church itself was unaware of these specifics.

Had they known, they would have condemned and ostracized Guides and Espers as lewd servants of Satan with even greater intensity. Emil gazed intently at Yanis’s face, then carefully rose.

Simply being beside the deeply sleeping man filled him with an inexplicable sense of stability. Could this also be considered Guiding? He hoped it would work well for him too.

Suddenly, Emil’s gaze shifted to the wooden floor beside the bed.

“…Wow.”

What should have been there was gone. The towering ice pillar had vanished. Emil cautiously stepped off the bed and felt the floor.

It was just a flat wooden floor, as if nothing had ever happened. He had never dreamed it would be this simple.

What he couldn’t achieve despite sweating and struggling was resolved so easily through mere communion. Emil crouched, feeling the floor.

His heart began to pound again. If he could control this power so easily, then completely ridding his body of it wouldn’t be far off. He would shed this unwanted power from his body as naturally as putting on clothes and walking on two feet.

“…Good.”

Emil smiled faintly. Thankfully, he would be able to continue God’s will. He quietly turned around. Yanis was still in a deep slumber.

Emil muffled his footsteps and cautiously approached the window. It was an exceptionally dark night, with clouds obscuring the moon.

In the distance, the cathedral was visible. Just seeing the sanctuary in this darkness filled Emil with profound emotion. He quietly brought a backless chair, sat by the window, leaned back, and clasped his hands.

In all these processes, there was the history of the Eternal Lord who had guided Emil to this place. Emil closed his eyes, grateful for all he was experiencing.

All he could do was praise. His faith would become even stronger and more steadfast. Emil murmured a prayer in his heart. And then, he slumped against the window and fell asleep.

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