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Lamb placed a firm kiss against each ankle, trailing their mouth up his inner left leg, then his inner thigh, his hips, his stomach, then his chest, having avoided his emerging co*ck. Judging by the hiss that left Narinder’s mouth, he was displeased with the decision. Then they were kissing his neck, and they sat up, taking in Narinder, the most beautiful being they had ever seen, his ruby eyes sparkling in the darkness, fur melting into the night, yet stood out harshly against the red below. How his thin body trembled as Lamb ran their fingers through his fur, then settled on his hips.
His hands were raised above his head, his legs somewhat parted as Lamb straddled him, showing off his body, so thin yet gorgeous.
He was a dream, a beautiful dream.
If this was an actual dream, and should Lamb ever awaken from it, they would mourn the loss of such a dream.
“Lamb,” he breathed, voice shaking. He lay propped up by fluffy pillows, his black fur in stark contrast against the red beneath him. He reached out to them, taking their face into his hands, thumbs petting their face.
“My beautiful God,” they whispered, leaning in to kiss him, and he melted into their kiss, eyes fluttering, “How fortunate am I to have you.” They removed their hands, placing them gently on his cheeks to return the gesture, holding him still as they slipped their tongue into his mouth, the former God’s tongue shyly meeting theirs. How truly fascinating it was he could be a force of nature in bed when he was in control, yet when it was Lamb’s turn, how easily he crumbled.
Leaning back, Lamb traced their fingers down Narinder’s cheeks to his throat, gently squeezing it, relishing in the hitch of his breath, the way his eyes fluttered, tail frantically batting against their legs. They kissed him again, now moving their fingers along his chest, feeling the muscles beneath. He shivered and mewled as Lamb dragged their claws against his skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but it caused pleasurable discomfort.
They placed their mouth against his neck, deeply inhaling his scent, soft and sweet to their nose, the faint smell of divinity clinging to his being. It was mouth-watering, and they teased him with their teeth, nipping at fur. He moaned, trailing his hands down Lamb’s arms, sending shivers up their spine.
He sucked in a breath as they touched his sides, tickling him as their fingers went against his fur.
“Lamb, stop that,” he groaned, squirming, but Lamb silenced him with a kiss, nipping at his lips. He had no other choice but to lay there as Lamb rubbed his sides until they were content. Now, they brushed through the fur on his stomach, enjoying its soft texture beneath their hands. Fur so soft and silky, blacker than the night. Lamb shifted so they could gently kiss his chest, their kisses light and gentle. A purr rose from his depths, the vibrations seeping into Lamb’s body, and made Lamb want to melt.
The first time they had heard him purr they had nearly wept. It was a beautiful sound, a sound of happiness and contentment. Gods, they’d burn the world down should he ever ask, they’d torture themselves if it meant it’d amuse their Narinder. So often did Lamb look to him and want to weep at how much they loved him. They had never loved another in such a way before.
His breaths became quick and excited as they trailed their kisses south, down his stomach, kissing his hips, his upper thighs.
Then, his hardened co*ck, which twitched with interest. They dragged their tongue against its barbs, and Narinder moaned, parting his legs more to give Lamb better access. As thanks, they took his co*ckhead into their mouth, slowly moving down his length until their mouth pressed against his sheath. They swallowed, making Narinder buck his hips, forcing them down more, their nose being buried in his fur around his crotch, making the sheep almost sneeze. They began to bob their head, planting their hands on Narinder’s thighs as they took him.
His fingers twitched against the bedding, and he raised a hand, fingers tracing their left horn before grabbing it. Lamb never looked away from his face, admiring how beautiful he was, occasionally bucking his hips as they fully hilted, swallowing.
His barbs dragged against their mouth, tugging and pulling at flesh. It was a peculiar feeling, one they didn’t mind. Slowly, carefully, they raised their head, and curled their tongue around Narinder’s co*ckhead, closing their lips around it and sucking, Narinder bucking his hips with a gasp.
As they repeated their movement, they placed two fingers against Narinder’s hole and pressed in, causing the cat to flinch. They began to pump their fingers as they lifted and lowered their head, humming as Narinder squirmed, tail beating against the bed, hand squeezing their horn.
Narinder had raised his other hand, hiding his main eyes while the third watched intensely as Lamb swallowed his length. His walls were tight and hot, and Lamb sought out his prostate, pressing down on it when they felt it, making Narinder moan, a broken sound.
They hummed louder, speeding up their movement, scissoring their fingers. After a minute, they added three fingers, and the noise Narinder made was divine. A mix between a mewl and a whimper. He bucked his hips, and Lamb took it with ease, feeling their co*ck emerging from their sheath.
Narinder’s body was beginning to tense, hisses leaving his mouth as they suckled his co*ck, until finally he let out a long moan, and Lamb eagerly began to swallow as his bitter but salty seed poured down their throat. Their body felt hot as they diligently drank from him, so feverishly hot. And the only way to be rid of that fever was to f*ck their God.
When the flow ebbed, Lamb withdrew their mouth and fingers, cradling the remaining cum in their mouth as they straddled Narinder’s hips, who lay there, panting. Grabbing Narinder by the face, they forced open his mouth, and pressed their lips to his, allowing his cum to spill into his mouth. The cat moaned, squirming as he eagerly swallowed his spent seed, his eyes screwed shut as they kissed.
When the cum was gone, their kisses turned frantic, tongues dragging and twisting around one another, teeth grinding against teeth. When Lamb lifted their head, saliva hung between the two, before it broke off.
Narinder was trembling again, eyes hazy, “That was filthy, Lamb.”
“Yet you enjoyed it,” they whispered, claiming his mouth again. He placed his hands on Lamb’s shoulder blades, holding them close as they fervently kissed, and Narinder began to push his tongue into their mouth. That wouldn’t do, he wasn’t in control tonight. They nipped at the muscle, which retreated. Then their tongue was in his mouth, dominating his tongue. Narinder began to squirm, growling, and he grabbed Lamb’s shoulders, trying to flip them over.
Lamb placed a hand on his throat, squeezing his neck, forcing him into submission, and he acknowledged their dominance with frantic purrs, eyes slowly blinking but with desperation. Lamb conceded, retracting their tongue, though they still kissed him, and removed their hand.
Their hands dragged down his arms, his sides, then his hips, Lamb dismounting from his lap, settling between his legs. They blindly lined themselves up with his opening, pressing their co*ck against the loose ring of muscle. They wouldn’t need lube tonight, he had loosened up well. Claws sank into wool as Lamb began to slowly push in as they savored his fluttering walls.
Lamb allowed Narinder to turn his head away, squeezing his eyes shut as tears escaped. Lamb rolled their hips, gently kissing away his tears. When the former God, but still a God in their heart, cried during sex, how his beauty increased, and Lamb took pride, and felt lustful, in the fact they made him cry tears of pleasure. It hadn’t always been this way, Lamb used to fret whenever Narinder cried, (they would assume he was in pain or distraught even with his promises he was not in discomfort) but now that they were mates, how Lamb looked forward to his tears. They could tell between tears of agony and tears of pleasure.
Had they always been this turned on by tears? Or was it only for Narinder, their beautiful God? Their past relationships had been so long ago, that they had only vaguely recalled being dominant in bed. They had no memories of how they reacted to tears of euphoria. They also couldn’t recall the genders of their partners. Just vague bodies that would squirm and cry beneath their body.
When Lamb fully hilted, Narinder’s breaths were short and frantic, body trembling, teeth gritted. Lamb leaned down, pressing a kiss to his abdomen, and rolled their hips.
“Lamb,” their mate moaned, squeezing down on their length, tilting his head back, exposing his thin throat. How they wished he was wearing his collar, making his neck so pretty. Perhaps they should seek out new collars for him to wear during sex, that’d make for a wonderful sight. They could experiment with all sorts of designs and materials.
“Narinder,” they answered, placing their hands on his hips as they began to withdraw from his tight hole, “My beautiful God. So tight for me. So perfect.”
Narinder moaned at the praise, “Only for you, my Lamb,” he answered without hesitation, turning his gaze to them, eyes glistening like liquid rubies.
Such beautiful words from their God. Lamb moved in for a kiss, capturing his lips once more as they pumped into him. They released his hips, intertwining their fingers with his, pinning his hands to the bed, by his shoulders.
The bed gently creaked as Lamb moved, tenderly f*cking their God, soaking in the feel of Narinder’s body, how hot and tight his hole was. His fur so soft and gentle against their skin and wool. They’d pause on occasion to grind against his prostate, enjoying the sounds of his whimpers, his back arching and chest bumping against theirs. They began to move just a little faster, but not too fast.
Narinder’s kisses turned sloppy, and his eyes fluttered. When Lamb released his mouth, the cat gasped for air, tail batting their legs in annoyance.
“Narinder,” they murmured, now pressing their lips against his throat, “I love you.” They emphasized their words with faster pumps.
“I- nnh, love you too,” he gasped, squeezing their hands. His body went still as Lamb took his throat into their maw, clenching down hard enough to threaten breaking through skin. His walls fluttered around Lamb’s length, and he whimpered.
Lamb watched as Narinder closed his eyes, and they followed suit, their world narrowing down on how tight their mate felt, sending hot pleasure washing through their body, making Lamb feel so feverish again. How good this felt. If they could, they would spend eternity in Narinder, f*cking him so tenderly, listening to his purrs, and watch him cry forever.
When Lamb had first laid eyes upon The One Who Waits, they had felt drawn to those ruby eyes that glinted from under his veil, how beautiful his voice sounded to their ears, though muted in the Gateway’s air. He had given them power, a way to enact revenge on the Bishops. Lamb had fallen head over hooves for him, and even fantasized of the God using them as nothing more than a plaything whenever they visited the Gateway.
But never did they imagine them dominating him in bed. They had always dreamt of him always being the dominant one, them always being the submissive one. Just thinking about this made them sharply exhale, biting harder on Narinder’s throat, drawing blood, the cat moaning, claws pricking their hands. He squirmed and writhed as Lamb began to lick the blood, and he was whimpering. He tried to thrash, raising his knees as though intending to push Lamb off, but Lamb kept him pinned, refusing to let him break free. He was theirs, he would have no escape tonight.
Though he stopped struggling, his body kept squirming, walls squeezing down on Lamb as he mewled and gasped.
“Lamb,” he sobbed, “I’m so close.”
Lamb acknowledged him with a hum, grinding harder against his prostate until Narinder trilled, his walls fluttering around their length as he org*smed. His white cum sprayed out, coating his stomach in white, and his cum seeped into Lamb’s wool.
Releasing his neck, Lamb took in the sight of the panting Narinder, his head tilted back, fresh blood and saliva coating his neck. It was such a pretty sight, one that had Lamb growling, rolling their hips into him.
“You didn’t cum,” Narinder spoke upon composing himself, “Do you want to finish in my mouth?”
Such a thoughtful thing to say. Lamb kissed him, saying, “No, I have a better idea.” Grabbing the cat, they managed to maneuver themselves so they took Narinder’s spot, and he sat on top of them, placing his hands on their abdomen to steady himself. His knees were on Lamb’s side, and he looked stunning. Lamb placed their hands on his hips, squeezing down and bucked into him, making Narinder hiss, squeezing an eye shut. “Go on, ride me.”
“Lamb, I can’t continue,” Narinder protested but moaned as Lamb continued to thrust into him. His softening co*ck began to harden again.
“You can and will, Narinder. Be good for me, my love.”
Narinder shuddered, ears flattening, claws pricking their stomach. “Fine, Lamb,” he huffed. Letting out a weary sigh, Narinder rolled his hips and began to move. His walls fluttered around Lamb’s length as he eased himself into riding Lamb. He grinded himself against their crotch when he hilted, then raised himself on his knees, repeating the process. He only raised himself a few inches before sitting back down, his body twitching at the feeling. Rarely did they do such a position, and never had they done it when he was done with sex.
Lamb felt a little bad, but f*ck, it felt so good.
It was slow, at first, and he used his hands to support himself against Lamb’s body. But eventually, he began to move faster, clenching his teeth as he moved, squeezing his eyes shut. The feeling of him being on top felt divine, walls rippling and hugging tightly against Lamb’s co*ck, the angle and weight making him feel much smaller around Lamb. Lamb watched intently as Narinder’s hole eagerly swallowed his length.
It was sinful, watching the former God ride him, tilting his head back as he panted to the heavens, as though praying to some invisible force for salvation. He would occasionally shiver as he fought against his body, senses screaming from the overstimulation.
Despite that, his co*ck was hardened once more, pleasure no doubt racing through his body, competing against the discomfort of being pushed past his limits. Saliva escaped from the corners of his mouth, dripping down onto Lamb’s body, but they didn’t mind. Seeing him unraveling made their co*ck twitch.
For a few minutes, he rode Lamb, but eventually, his movement slowed, and Narinder shuddered, whining, “Lamb. Please. It’s too much, use my mouth. Please.”
It was delicious, making Lamb sharply inhale.
“No, not yet my love. Not until I come.” The noise of anguish Narinder made was so sweet to their ears. “You’re doing so well, my God, so perfectly. Just a little more.”
Narinder sobbed, resuming his movement, claws drawing ichor as he moved. His muscles rippled under his fur as he focused all his energy on bringing forth Lamb’s org*sm. His whines and mewls became frantic, and his tail bristled and lashed. His grinding became faster as he so desperately rode Lamb, his tears escaping his closed eyelids.
Pleasure was once more overtaking Lamb, flooding their nervous system, ichor running hot in their veins. A heat sat heavy in their face, and how they wanted to flip Narinder onto his back again and pound away in him until he came with a broken scream, body seizing beneath, but they refrained, clenching their teeth together and squeezing on Narinder’s hips. He looked good on top of them, a vision so beautiful it was maddening.
Despite his overstimulation, Narinder removed a hand from Lamb’s body, and he wrapped it around his length, f*cking himself with it. He bent over, hisses of pleasure and discomfort making themselves known to Lamb. Such a beautiful God.
Hissing, Lamb began to buck into Narinder, making the former God shriek, removing his hand to return to pressing it against Lamb, claws ripping into flesh, sending a sharp pain through Lamb’s body, making them teeter on the edge of an org*sm.
Once, twice, they bucked, then slammed Narinder down, holding him as they snarled their org*sm, their seed flooding Narinder as the cat’s back arched with another shriek, his cum shooting out and covering Lamb’s front.
For almost a minute, the only noise in the house was that of panting and gasps. Narinder moaned, body sagging, and Lamb reached up, pulling Narinder down for a kiss, his body now laying on top of Lamb’s, which the cat refused by turning his head away. His body was twitching and trembling, coated in sweat, it was clear they had pushed him past his limits, he was too stimulated.
“Sorry, Narinder,” they whispered, becoming content with letting Narinder lay on top of them, though they did gently move him to withdraw from his tight hole.
“S’don’t touch me,” he slurred. And yet he laid on top of them. Judging by how his tail flicked, it was clear the irony wasn’t lost on the cat. Lamb couldn’t stop the small laugh that left their mouth, and Narinder’s eyes snapped open, glaring at Lamb.
They nearly laughed again, though they stopped themself by biting their tongue, “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Did you intend to run me ragged, Lamb? What have I done to displease you?” there was no hurt or offense to his words, just curiosity. Rarely did Lamb push him past his limits, usually so understanding of his body’s needs.
“It was not my intention. You just looked so beautiful, my love. I had to see you in such a state. So beautiful. My beautiful God.”
Narinder scoffed, closing his eyes again. Through their wool, they could feel his body settle but they still kept their hands to themselves. Lamb closed their eyes as well, breathing deeply and smelling the scent of sex. They’d both need baths after this- their bathtub was big enough for both of them to sit in. Lamb would gently slather the oil into Narinder’s fur, kissing and nuzzling their mate as his body relaxed under their hands.
Narinder would return the gesture, then he would mark Lamb with his scent once they stepped out of the bathtub. Not often did they bathe together, but when they did, it was so tender and loving.
“Lamb.”
Lamb opened their eyes, finding Narinder looking at them, and he slowly blinked, “I love you, my Lamb.”
Lamb’s heart nearly stopped, and they almost felt dizzy. This was not the first, nor would it be the last, time they had heard Narinder say those words. He had said that earlier, hadn’t he? But no matter how many times he said it, those words would always be music to their ears.
“I love you too, Narinder.”
