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The Cathar moans and shivers, the pain beginning to ebb away as pleasure took it's place, a thin line of drool running down his chin "H-Hanuman...~"

Tyroc gives a deep, rich moan as he feels that finger rub his other orifice, a small bead of pre forming on his tip "Gh...~" He's beginning to breathe harder now, closing his eyes as he gives another moan.

The male winces a little less this time, panting as his shaft becomes fully hard, throbbing and twitching a little. His eyes begin clouding over, feeling that huge shaft slide in deeper.

Tyroc gasps softly, feeling that thick head against his hole, placing a hand on Hanuman's shoulder. He winces, it does hurt, but he doesn't cry out, taking it as best as he could.

The male-herm gasps softly, biting his bottom lip as he looks away "... W-Whichever you wish..." Seems he wanted Hanuman to take control.

With a heavy blush, the male slowly takes off his clothes, revealing his soft-looking, yet strong body. He slips off his trousers, and then his briefs, revealing his hardening shaft, before he shifts and spreads his legs, revealing his hidden orifice for the monkey to see.

The Cathar blushes and tenses at the question. That pretty much confirmed it.

The Cathar blushes a deep red and looks to the side "You know..."

Tyroc nods, aiming the Evoker at his head and pulling the trigger, summoning Hanuman "... Can you... keep me company tonight? Please?"

'Well, not those either then. It feels so complicated...' He sighs and lies down on his bed '... How long can you stay out for when I summon you?'

'But they seem so... narrow-minded. Their oath states that any sort of emotion will not grant you peace, which sounds ridiculous to me. And before you start, no, I am not thinking of joining the Sith. I just... I want to be free, able to train myself without having multiple people breathing down...

'Being a Jedi. Surely I can develop the Force on my own, I got rather far without their help in the beginning, didn't I?'

Tyroc doesn't reply, heading off to his room. He opens and closes the door, sitting down and holding his Evoker, looking at it "... is it really worth it?"

The Cathar raises a brow, before sighing and shaking his head "Just forget it." He walks off, going ahead on his own.

Tyroc looks at the Zabrak, stopping and quirking a brow "Oh? And how exactly would you know this?"

"That is true... and that does make the Sith appealing, BUT-" He starts, firmly "I think I would rather be restricted in my activities then mercilessly killing innocents."

"Well, I doubt that. Perhaps traditions, but not rules. If performing a comedy act is against the rules, then why are we still here?"

Tyroc grunts, wincing and rubbing his arms before he's dragged off back to the temple, chuckling "Well, at least we made some people laugh."

Tyroc chuckles and merely rolls with it, waiting until he lets go before casually scooping him up bridal style, winking at Brenna as he does so. In front of everyone else.

"I will do what I can, but it seems to be a wave effect. We will figure this out, and whoever was a part of this will be dealt with accordingly." 'I just hope that when I meditate, that vision will not be crystal clear' He states mentally, walking off to go help calm people down.