Fenn said nothing for long moments before he replied, “I must send birds. And I must think on what I’ll say in those birds.”

He was not going to share how many followers had been recruited across the realms.

Tedrey felt but hid the frustration that nagged inside him.

Fenn’s eyes were still on the door the priest had closed behind him.

He turned them to Tedrey.

“You may suckle me before you go back to your Trusted,” he declared, saying this like he was bestowing an honor on Tedrey.

This, most of all, took much from Tedrey.

He had no desire to even touch Fenn, much less do that to him.

And this was worse, for the moment Fenn had seen the scars Seph had left on Tedrey, he had not returned the favor of release, further sealing Tedrey’s understanding that he had decided irretrievably wrongly in his chosen one.

He thought Tedrey’s fixation with him was such that he would accept crumbs, when Tedrey had learned that the giving and receiving of true affection was akin to being offered an entire, multi-layered cake.

However, he managed to arrange his face in a semblance of passion that Fenn did not see through before Fenn pushed his chair back and Tedrey took his knees between the man’s legs.

As Fenn liked, Tedrey himself parted Fenn’s robes and exposed his hardened shaft, dipping his head to hide his distaste for it.

He then began to take care of that unpleasant business.

He hoped Fenn would not read his hurry as he performed his task. But he needed to get this done.

He had things to report.

As much as it seemed a desecration, a betrayal, regardless of the fact that Faunus had demanded he do thus, he closed his eyes and thought of Faunus as he did this, for he needed to think of his warrior in order to be able to fake any kind of enjoyment in the duty.

When he was finished, he hid his gag as he swallowed and allowed Fenn to stroke his hair and then his cheek as Tedrey released his cock and looked up at him.

“Such a pity,” Fenn murmured as he stared down at Tedrey.

Tedrey stiffened.

“Perhaps, some other time, I will…see to you in the dark,” Fenn offered.

“I would wish this,” Tedrey lied.

Fenn gave him a tolerant smile.

“Go, my Drey,” he bid.

Tedrey tried not to appear like he was rushing as he did just that.

And he did the same as he made his way through the streets of Fire City to the home of Nyx and Lorenz.

He also did this knowing he was followed.

Lorenz and Faunus (and Saturn) had drilled into him a variety of skills regarding how to observe without appearing to be observing, how to sense someone was watching when they wished to appear not to be doing so…

And how to know when he was being followed.

He did not breathe easy until he smelled the honeysuckle that grew abundantly at the side of Lorenz and Nyx’s manor.