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[Judas D'arc]

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A few hours past midnight, and the inhabitants of Empath Abby were nestled in the comfort of their slumber. All, that is, except for Judas, who lay in his small, borrowed bed, restless with distraction and discontent. If only sleep did not seem so distant and far away, and the hardness between his legs not so difficult to ignore.

Judas carefully weighed the consequence of what he contemplated. At the Abbey, privacy was never guaranteed, but the room appeared to be his alone for the night. In the event of an unexpected intrusion, the location of the bed and positioning of the blankets served as a potential shield. And should the worst come to pass, it would not be the first time he had embarrassed himself in front of the monks. Still, engaging in such an act -- in the very same place and very same manner of his youth -- felt like a step backwards. But was that enough to stay his hand?

Empath Abbey was dedicated to Love, yet Judas drowned in loneliness. His recent, reticent encounter with the noblewoman notwithstanding, it had been ages since he had known the female form in any way that mattered. As a roulette wheel of women from his past, present and future whirled across his imagination, he realized that despite the opposition from his conscience, solo was the most compelling argument of all.

He pulled at the covers until they enveloped everything from his neck to the bottom of his feet, and slid his right hand underneath. As his fingers slowly made their way down his body, he glanced at the door in nervous anticipation. When he reached his intended destination, Judas uttered a small sigh of delight. At first he fumbled around, an exploratory grasp to accurately measure length and girth. For some reason, it seemed much bigger than the last time he had gazed upon it. Next, a small tug, followed by another, but neither proved capable of dislodging the weight from between his thighs. He struggled to tighten his grip, accepting that one hand would not suffice. His left then joined with his right, and the two were soon happily working in unison.

Within moments, his task was accomplished, and the bottle of cheap whiskey was no longer hidden below. His lips had quickly parted upon its arrival, and the first drops of bitterness were already burning their way down his throat. Maybe it was pathetic for Judas to drink alone in bed, but there was no one around and nothing to motivate him otherwise.