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Lamb grunted as they hit the bed, Narinder having all but tackled them, his glowing eyes the only thing making him stand out in the darkness. Before they could so much as say a word, the former God was straddling their lap and already rubbing his face against theirs, growling and purring. He was intense with it, pushing and butting his head against theirs, his nose pressing hard against their cheeks and snout. Their face stung and tingled from how hard the contact was.
The cat was smothering their scent with his- Lamb wasn’t sure what had brought this on, but they weren’t complaining about it. Being covered in his scent, his way of letting others know they belonged to him, had ichor rushing to their face. They didn’t mind possessive Narinder, it was arousing.
Then he moved on to their horns, catching the sharp tips right above his cheek glands, then dragged his cheeks against it. He repeated the motions several times, then rubbed his chin on the tips. Any more pressure and the horns would pierce through flesh. Ever since Godhood, the tips had grown sharper, and that made Lamb concerned. They would rather their God not cut himself on their horns and thus spoiling the mood as they would have to tend to him.
“Calm down Na-” their words were cut off as the cat rubbed his cheek against their mouth, cat fur catching on their tongue, making the sheep sputter indignantly. They grabbed the cat by the shoulders and held him back, his head slightly drooping and his eyes went half-lidded. “Be calm, Narinder. You’re doing too much.”
“Sorry,” he did not sound apologetic, and Lamb had to refrain from rolling their eyes. The cat was tipsy, or so he claims, having had his fair share of wine tonight (and perhaps a bit more than he should have had). Tonight there was a party to celebrate life. There were a lot of pregnancies and births this month, so Lamb had decreed a celebration to welcome the future of the Cult.
The irony, considering the Cult of the Lamb is a death cult. But life and death were important, balancing one another so the world could continue to spin. Two sides of the same coin, breathing in unison as one person dies, another is born at that exact moment.
“I’m sorry.” Again, he did not sound apologetic, and he was slowly blinking at them, trying to please them enough that they would release him.
Lamb on the other hand, was sober. They had wanted to give the healers and disciples a break from their duties, usually, they would remain sober to prevent accidents at festivals and parties, so Lamb refrained from drinking tonight. They did have a tiny sip of bourbon, but it wasn’t strong enough to give them any heat, just a mild warmth.
Lamb shook their head and released their hold on the cat, who resumed rubbing his face against theirs, but thankfully he was far less aggressive. Then he was kissing them; sloppy and wet, sharp teeth grinding against one another, tongues tangling.
Reaching up, Lamb cupped Narinder’s face in their hands, closing their eyes as they kissed. It was so nice, so comforting to do this with their God. The cat grinded his sheath against theirs, and Lamb moaned at the feeling.
He bit their lower lip, and Lamb’s shoulders jerked at the sting, and they winced at the taste of ichor against their tongue. But Narinder was purring so sweetly Lamb couldn’t bring themself to push him away and spit out the lifesource.
Departing from their mouth, saliva, and ichor dripping from his lips, Narinder nuzzled them one more time before bringing his attention to their collarbone, which he nipped. It caused Lamb’s breath to stutter, and they shivered at the sensation.
He slowly made his way to their chest, biting and licking their more accessible skin now that they had recently sheared. He bit hard on their chest, resulting in Lamb gasping, back arching. Ichor was released from their body, the cat eagerly lapping up the stinking lifesource.
The stinging pain from the bite wound being agitated made tingles of pleasure race through their body, making Lamb exhale from their nose. They watched as he continued biting and nursing on the wound, then he began leaving a trail of smeared ichor on their chest and stomach until he finally reached their groin, the tip of their cock peeking out from their sheath.
But Narinder ignored it, instead focusing on rolling Lamb onto their stomach, and pressed his finger against their entrance, causing Lamb to flinch at the pressure he applied to the tight ring of muscles. The burn of their entrance being stretched as Narinder pushed a finger in had Lamb biting into their arm, but not hard enough to draw ichor. It was a cross between feeling some pleasure and some discomfort at the same time.
“Get the lube,” they spoke through gritted teeth, but Narinder ignored them, making their heart flutter, a heat washing through their body. It was nice when Narinder took control, being too rough and aggressive, ignoring their wants and needs, though that was only when he was intoxicated. They moaned and clenched the blanket beneath them as Narinder began to pump his finger, his claw sheathed as he worked them open.
It burned yet it felt good as well, causing Lamb to arch their back, cropped tail wagging.
With each burning pump, more and more of their cock was beginning to emerge from their sheath, rubbing against the blanket.
Then Narinder’s finger was replaced with his tongue, and he yanked up their hips, slipping in with ease, making Lamb keen. “Narinder- stop-” they tried to command, but the scrape of his barbed tongue against their walls had tears springing into Lamb’s eyes, their words dying in their throat. He settled his fingers on their thighs, squeezing down and digging his claws into their dark gray skin.
They whimpered and gently rocked as he licked them. He would drag his tongue against their walls, searching and seeking their prostate. When he pressed down on it, Lamb moaned and shuddered. They could hear him purring, and his claws sank into their thighs. Pleasure crawled along their spine, making their skin prickle.
Lamb snaked a hand down to wrap their fingers around their penis, rocking into their hand, causing them to sharply exhale. He purred and retracted for a moment to nuzzle their leg, then returned to their hole. They clenched down on Narinder’s tongue with a murmur of pleasure when he reinserted his tongue.
That made Narinder lick them harder, claws piercing flesh and drawing more ichor.
They squeezed their eyes shut and gritted their teeth when Narinder added his index finger to their entrance, slipping it beneath his tongue as he worked them. He generously added more saliva to their anus with each pump of the muscle. With how wet they were, they would be able to take him without any pain.
For several minutes Narinder so eagerly ate them out, with Lamb slowly building their orgasm with each buck into their hand. Right as they teetered on the edge, gently squeezing their length, their breathing heavy, did Narinder withdrew from them.
Lamb cried out, outraged by the denial. Before they could try and rebuild their orgasm by fucking themselves into their hand, Narinder tsked and bit down on their hip, hard. “Fuck!” they gasped, and Narinder rasped his tongue against the bite mark.
“Be patient,” he growled, and Lamb bit their lip to avoid whining. Narinder purred and nuzzled the back of their head as he mounted them, the tip of his cock pressing against the ring of muscle. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“I am,” they answered without hesitation.
Narinder bit down onto their shoulder as he breached them, slowly, so slowly, sliding within. It felt so good, being stretched. Pleasure raced through their body, igniting their nerves. When he was fully hilted, Narinder stilled and began to drag his tongue against the wool on Lamb’s head.
A smile made its way to Lamb’s face as they listened, closing their eyes as Narinder groomed their wool, seemingly distracted by it and forgetting the fact he was in the middle of fucking them.
Narinder alternated between licking, nuzzling, and biting their long wool- his body trembling with how hard he was purring. It was nice, being smothered in licks, the motion gently rocking Lamb, causing them to feel some pleasure.
He must be really drunk if he was grooming them. It was amusing, seeing him like this, his walls falling.
However, it also stung, piercing their heart.
Knowing that he only did such things when he was inebriated, though it depended on how much he had drank. Still so paranoid, after all these years, though it was only deep down inside- slowly fading. Far too slowly was it fading, Lamb wished it would happen faster. Only alcohol made him forget about his subconscious fear. The dread that Lamb would betray him for the second time.
They didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because finally, after making sure part of their wool was soaked in saliva, they would need a bath after this, Narinder gently rolled his hips.
Lamb’s penis, which was slowly softening and retracting into their sheath, twitched with renewed interest at the movement. He began to gently thrust his hips, claws settling on Lamb’s sides as he buried his face in their wool, continuing to purr. His weight was comforting to Lamb, feeling like a warm, weighted blanket.
Lamb gently rocked with the motions, sighing happily as their penis rubbed against the blanket. Pleasure and heat enveloped their body as Narinder gently fucked them, a far cry from his usual aggressive sex.
They weren’t complaining, however.
Narinder’s fingers dug into their hips, and he murmured, voice muffled by wool, “I love you so much.”
Lamb couldn’t stop the bleat of surprise slipping from their mouth. Something about his tone of voice, soft and slurred, caught them off guard, making their heart flutter, and their brain short-circuit. It seemed to make Narinder pause, digesting the noise they had made. He experimentally rolled his hips, a bit firmer now, and repeated, “I love you.” It would have made Lamb laugh were they not so horny- he was trying to have them make that noise again. Which they would not, it was embarrassing and unbecoming of a God.
“Y-” Lamb’s voice faltered when he grinded against their prostate, a harsh punch of pleasure causing their body to flinch, “You just said that.”
The cat made a thoughtful hum and began to fuck them just a little bit faster, but not too fast. “Did I?” Lamb snorted then moaned when he bit their wool and started to really fuck them, claws sinking into flesh as though he wanted to hold them steady.
The bed gently creaked as he thrust into them, Lamb occasionally gasping and moaning as their eyes fluttered whenever he would add more force into a thrust. It felt so good, so delicious- pleasure making their whole body tingle and shudder, tail attempting to wag against Narinder’s stomach.
For several minutes they remained in this state before Narinder abruptly pulled out, rolling Lamb onto their side. Before they could protest the sudden departure, he yanked up their leg and rudely reinserted himself into them, punching a gasp from their throat.
Gone was the gentle Narinder, in his place was the far more aggressive Narinder. Fucking them hard enough to leave pain every time he slammed into them. This new and unfamiliar position made Lamb feel tighter around Narinder’s cock, causing stars to burst in their mind’s eye.
The new position had Lamb whimpering, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the blanket. Their orgasm was quickly building, overwhelming them to the point they couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the pleasure.
Then Narinder wrapped his free hand, the other kept their leg up, around their penis, causing Lamb to whine, eyes rolling back, and he began to jerk them off. Despite being drunk off his ass, Narinder was surprisingly coordinated, leaving Lamb rather impressed.
They were growing ever hotter, ever tighter around Narinder’s penis. Sweat collected on their skin, their tongue lolling out of their mouth as their eyes fluttered. It felt divine. Then again, wasn’t sex always divine? Sex was a pleasure like no other- bathing you in the bone-melting heat of your nerves ignited and granting you an ecstasy you wanted to ride forever.
The house was filled with the sound of grunting as sheep and cat had sex, accompanied by the bed creaking.
Narinder would occasionally stop his tempo to slowly roll his hips, then slam back into Lamb. There was no pattern to it- he would change at random intervals, making Lamb whine and clench down, rocking into him whenever he slowly pressed back into them. It was fun, and pleasurable, trying to figure out what Narinder would do next; would he go fast or would he go slow?
Despite the interruptions, a pressure in Lamb’s gut was building and building- their orgasm was fast approaching. They were both looking forward to it and dreading it, not wanting the fun to end.
A rough jab from Narinder had Lamb trying to clamp their legs together, they nearly orgasmed from it, and a high, whiny cry was wrung from their throat. However, the cat yanked their leg up again, claws burying themselves into supple flesh, ichor welling and dripping down their lifted leg onto the one below. Lamb’s eyes rolled into the back of their skull, their mouth dropping open. It felt like their face was on fire- ichor boiling beneath their flesh.
“Hahhh, Narinder- I- ah-” their words were broken off as he sawed into them, forcing their leg back as he leaned in to nip at their mouth, bringing discomfort to Lamb, who bleated helplessly.
Tears were flowing down their face as Narinder forced a kiss on them, their claws tearing through the blanket. The cat retreated from them, his breath was beginning to stutter.
Forgoing his alternating rhythms Narinder turned to rough, shallow thrusts. His growls grew louder as he neared his orgasm. He removed his hand from Lamb’s penis to plant it on the bed, claws digging into the now torn blanket. His ruby eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth bared as he pursued his release.
Several more thrusts before he slammed into Lamb for the last time, grinding hard into them, his seed flooding their insides, hot and sticky.
Lamb keened at the sensation, throwing their head back as their spine arched, and they came hard, legs tensing and quivering. Most of the seed landed on their stomach, the rest on the blanket below.
Both sheep and cat panted and gasped for air as Narinder dropped Lamb’s leg, and the former God withdrew from them. As Lamb rolled onto their back, arms splayed out, echoes of pleasure skirting across their body, Narinder flopped onto their stomach, causing Lamb to grunt.
He buried his face against their chest, loudly purring, tongue rasping over their now exposed skin. Lamb chuckled under their breath at the sensation and placed their hands on Narinder’s back. They gently scratched between his shoulder blades.
“I love you, my God,” they told him.
“I love you my Lamb,” he slurred, closing his eyes.
Lamb smiled.