‘I am a Templar and I am sent to find out information but end up getting caught in a hand fight between the Rooks and the Blighters. I come away worse for wear, going back to my Grand Master Crawford Starrick bleeding and bruised. He tends to me, bathes me and bandages me before he takes me to bed and makes me feel good slowly and intimately, telling me that I better not leave him. I promise him I won’t as he moves inside me until I’m coming with a moan of his name.’

Confession [@castielsangel-x]