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A day as nice as this needed to be spent together. The sun was shining down in the Manor’s garden along the hunter’s side and as Hastur slithered around, he felt the need to see his mate. Eli would surely enjoy some time together. In the past week, they both had plenty of matches keeping them busy and as such, Eli would normally just eat before heading back to his room to sleep for the remainder of the evening. Hastur, meanwhile, would simply respect his wishes to get a good rest and either quietly deliver a few treats in secret for Eli to wake up to or just leave him alone. A God such as himself normally wouldn’t feel these mortal emotions but Hastur…

Hastur missed Eli.

That was the only way he could properly describe it. He just missed Eli. Some days away from each other were fine; if anything, it was healthy to spend time by yourself for a little bit. But after a full week, Hastur craved the Seer’s presence and missed him dearly. Thankfully it took no time or effort to hop through the thin veil of reality to the survivor’s side and into Eli’s room, the sudden appearance of a portal not even surprising Eli anymore. The survivor simply smiled up at him from where he was sitting.

“Good afternoon, Hastur. I was just thinking about coming to see you. Did you hear my thoughts?” Eli joked.

An amused growl left The Feaster. “Perhaps. A sudden urge to come see you did indeed fill my mind.”

It was then that Eli stood up from the chair in the seating area and walked over, the two falling into their usual embrace. Eli wrapped his arms around Hastur’s hips as the God held him close by the shoulders and upper back.

“I missed you…” Eli sighed, gently nuzzling into the other’s robes and tightening his grip. “We’ve been so busy all week. I want to have a day with just the two of us.”

Hastur hummed and nodded, a hand moving down slightly to rub his back. “I agree. Things appear to be easing up thankfully. How about we head out to the garden? There are some new plants I can show you. They look quite nice.”

“Sure! Did you hear, also? I got a new skin. It’s only B-tier but it looks cute. Can I wear it?”

“Of course, Eli.” Hastur pulled away somewhat to gently cup the human’s face in his hands and tilt his head up, gazing down at him. To any other person, having so many red orbs staring down at them would be creepy and ominous. To Eli, however, he could see the softness within them and understood that the gaze held nothing but love. “You may wear whatever you wish. I don’t mind.”

The survivor smiled. “I tried it on already and it’s really comfortable and soft. Here, let me go change.”

The God, in turn, gave a short nod before turning around to give Eli some privacy. Even though he had seen the human naked many times, Eli still preferred not being looked at outside of their occasional ‘bedroom activities’ – such as when he was changing. The moment Hastur turned around when given permission to, though, he nearly melted at the sight. There before him was his lover in what appeared to be a tan tiger-striped set of robes… that had some rounded kitty ears at the top. The enchanted blindfold was replaced with a dark brown one that had a golden ornate ‘eye’ design over it. Although there was no tail draping off of it, Hastur could easily imagine it having one.

“So,” Eli began, “What do you think?”

“…In all honesty?” Hastur paused to gather his thoughts before suddenly reaching out to gently pat the other on top of his head, hand fitting perfectly in between the two ears on the hood. “You look… Well, merely calling you ‘cute’ would not be adequate enough. You look about as gentle as how a cool breeze upon sun-kissed skin would feel.”

Blushing and a little embarrassed, Eli tilted his head away. “A-Ah, you don’t have to say that much…”

And yet, Hastur wouldn’t stop. “While you are wearing this, a place deep within me warms up like the embers of a fire. I want to hold you in hopes of offering you the same type of comfort.”

“H-Hastur, we can leave that for when we get back!” Eli gently chided him, giving the God a slight frown. But both of them knew that the Seer actually loved the praise deep down inside and was just bad at taking compliments. There was also another part of him that he never expected. Eli really enjoyed being pet like that… but like hell was he going to let Hastur know something so embarrassing. Still, the petting continued until the survivor reached up and gently took the God’s large hand into his own. “C-Come on, now, let’s go to the garden.

By the time they arrived, The Feaster had gone into a short rant about the new plants in the garden and how out of place they seemed. Yet he wasn’t offended by their presence by any means. It actually looked like Hastur liked them a lot and it was only until Eli saw them in person that he understood why. They were a carnivorous species of tropical pitcher plant. Light reds adorned the very edges of the leaves and pitchers and it seemed they already caught a few bugs.

“Nepenthes,” Hastur began, letting Eli sidle up close to him and gently grasp their hands together. It was such a gentle and human behaviour that the God got used to over time; the connection of the very parts that allowed humans to use tools, create and shape the world around them – it always felt special to hold hands. “Nepenthes are a genus of pitcher plant that is carnivorous. Although something else might be growing in its place on your side of the manor, these have taken root over here and seem to be doing well. I have never witnessed pitcher plants until now so I am very excited to learn how they function. I heard from Mr. Diruse that…”

As the hunter ranted and infodumped about every tiny thing he enjoyed when it came to the new plants, Eli felt himself falling even deeper in love. Hastur was normally not the most vocal of beings unless it was with him or he was talking about something he liked. When both Eli and an enjoyed topic combined, the God could sometimes ramble for hours about even the tiniest subjects. In truth, the Seer had no idea what half of the things he was saying meant. He had no idea about certain scientific terms that Hastur must have learned off of Luchino. But still, he listened.

He listened because he loved Hastur’s voice. It was so deep and soothing. It made him feel like he was underwater yet not afraid, merely floating along without a care in the world. There were multiple tones other than the husky purring Hastur normally spoke with, especially when he became excited. Eli could listen to it forever. He squeezed the hunter’s hand and looked up at him through the enchanted blindfold with a soft smile across his lips.

But as Hastur spoke, his other hand came up and began lightly petting Eli atop the head – in between the fake cat ears on his hood. The Seer wished that hand was playing with his hair right now. He wished the God’s fingers would slip under the hood and stroke through brown locks, claws gently running through over his scalp. Regardless, Eli still moved his head into the touch and smiled.

“You really are just like a cat right now,” Hastur purred.

“E-Ehh?”

“I wish you had a tail and some real ears that I could pet. Look at you, soaking up my touch. You don’t have a care in the world, so long as I keep petting you. I bet you would be purring right now, hm?” The God continued to gently pet Eli, guiding him over to a nearby bench so they could sit together. His hands never stopped after they sat down and soon Hastur was mumbling about his love for the Seer.

That same feeling from earlier came back and Eli had no idea how to confront it because… Hastur was right. He really liked being petted and praised. He loved being doted on and although it felt embarrassing at times, it was truly nice. With all the stress of his week’s matches, the Seer having been chosen each day to participate, he just wanted to rest and not have to think about things. Eli bumped his head up into Hastur’s hand with a small noise and sighed as his God laughed.

“I bet I could have you sitting at my side all day, petting you until there wasn’t a single thought left in your mind other than me. Maybe you would be in my lap? Ahh, you would be my little pet for me to take care of. Don’t worry,” Hastur paused to give Eli a soft little pat atop the head, “I would give you plenty of treats and care. You would want for nothing.”

It sounded so good… Why did he love the idea of that?

Suddenly, Eli was pulled into Hastur’s lap, sitting sideways with his legs out to the side instead of straddling The Feaster. And just as expected from a God, Hastur knew exactly what Eli was thinking and feeling. A low chuckle came from the deity, hand coming up to push the Seer’s hood away and finally begin playing with his hair. “You want that, don’t you? I can tell. You have been so busy this week. Eli, how about we head back and I can dote upon you like you deserve? Would you enjoy being my pet for the evening? Well, you certainly appear to be growing a little… excitable from idea.”

“Mmh?” The survivor looked down at his lap where Hastur was touching and noticed a tent in his tan robes, a blush immediately crossing his cheeks. “W-Wh…

But he was picked up so quickly and escorted through a portal back to Hastur’s bedroom that he honestly had no idea what to say. The hunter set him down on the nest-like bed and Eli was left looking down at his lap, feeling slightly ashamed over his body’s reaction. Just a few pets and the idea of not having to worry about things for once got him hard? He must have been really pent up. And to be fair, they hadn’t spent any ‘alone time’ like this in quite a while. In all honesty and truth… Eli sort of wanted this.

Feeling a bit embarrassed but trying his best, Eli tilted his head up at Hastur and sighed through his nose. “It’s been so long without you… nearly a full week of not being able to see each other. I want to spend today in your embrace, Hastur. I want to be relaxed and feel good. I… I like the idea of… being your p-… pet.”

“You wish to be mindless, only caring about the pleasure and yourself, hm? I believe I can arrange that. Come, Eli, let’s get these clothes off of you – as cute as they may be, they will only get in the way.” The God slowly slid his hands up along the other’s chest, humming at the softness of the fabric. He loved how Eli sighed and relaxed under him. He could snap the human in half and yet here Eli was being so calm. With a gentle push, he had the Seer lying back against the bed. That hand continued to pet and run over his stomach, his other hand coming up to play with his hair and lovingly stroke the strands. “Shh… that’s it, my pet. You have nothing to attend to. You have no responsibilities. Your only duty is to be a good boy for me.”

Hastur’s purring voice only made the survivor relax even more. Eli eventually fell into a gentle subspace and dopily smiled up at the God while being pet, though he was still hard down below and had only grown even more desperate since this little pet play began. “Mmh…”

“There you go, Eli. I wish to spend this time with you making you feel good. You are beloved to me, cherished close to my very being. After such a week, you deserve to be cared for.” The hunter stopped petting the other before moving to slowly undress him. “Let me take care of you, as a good owner to a pet should always.”

With every article of clothing removed, Eli felt cool air upon his skin and shivered. It soon turned into shivers of pleasure, however, the moment Hastur took his half-hard shaft into his large hand and began gently stroking him to full hardness. “Nngh… mmh…”

“Does it feel good? Yeah?”

Eli slowly nodded and bucked up into the hand.

“My good pet. My good boy.” His free hand slid back up to his brown locks of hair, playing with them. “Hmm… You do not have a collar. No matter, you are claimed by me either way. Besides, you are so good for me that you don’t even need one, hmm?” There wasn’t any major response from Eli other than the survivor gently bucking up into his hand, and it was then that Hastur let him go to crawl up onto the bed and bring his pet into his lap. Eli’s back to Hastur’s front, the God reached down to wrap his hand back around the shaft.

Eli, meanwhile, arched his back and thrust up into every movement, pleasure beginning to overwhelm his senses. “A-Ahh…” It felt so good to just relax and not have to worry about a single thing. Hastur would take care of him. His Lord would hold him close, feed him, comfort him, and offer the sweetest pleasures. All he had to do was be good. The large red hand wrapped around his cock moved slowly yet had a firm grip, causing him to gasp. It was there simply to tease and bring the survivor as much pleasure as possible without making him spill over the edge. Each movement went so slowly and yet Hastur never tried to stop him from bucking his hips up.

“Good boy. Take your pleasure as you see fit. Would you like more?” Hastur asked, his other hand running along his stomach to give a few comforting rubs. At Eli’s hurried nod, he gently guided him to lie back against his chest and spread his legs apart. Two of those thick tentacles curled around the survivor’s thighs to push them up while Hastur summoned the usual tentacle to begin preparing his lover… only to pause and decide that the Seer should be in a world of pleasure tonight. Yes, he certainly had a good idea. Hastur hummed and brought the tendril over to his pet’s entrance. The slick and tapered tip had no trouble slowly pushing inside and it was only until Eli whined out that he paused to help him adjust.

“Shh, just like that. Relax for me. It’s been a while…” Hastur’s hand never once stopped gently stroking him, so slow yet firm at the same time. It was absolutely maddening and the Seer clenched around the tentacle inside of him, thrusting down onto it with a cry of pleasure. “Eli, my pet, I do not wish to take you tonight,” he began. So… the tentacle inside of the survivor was solely for the additional pleasure, then? Hastur growled a little at the sight of his pet so desperate and needy for him, finally releasing his cock from his grasp. “I want you to take me as you see fit. You deserve it for all the hard work you do – for all the stress you go through within this Manor.”

The Feaster smoothed the palm of his hand along the survivor’s twitching shaft and chuckled at his desperation. Eli could only buck up and cry out in a whimper in hopes for more. But Hastur pulled him back and continued to tease him for now. The slick tentacle within his entrance slowly pulled out and pushed back inside, hitting him deep until it curled against his prostate and made Eli moan.

“A-Ahh! Mmmh… mhm…”

“Good boy… Now,” Hastur sighed, slowly taking every bit of touch away and stilling the tendril. He moved some of the large pillows to lean back against them before guiding Eli to turn around so they were facing each other, the human on top of him. After shifting his robes apart, Hastur trailed his hand down below to the slit in between those many tentacles, spreading himself open. “You should prepare your master before fucking him, hm?”

The dirty talk went right to Eli’s cock, making it twitch and leak a little. Still, he nodded and crawled forward a little to bend down and press his lips against the slit. Its edges were puffy and slick, clear testament to how worked up Hastur himself was. His Lord must have also missed him. Such a thought made Eli whine against the wet heat and he promptly stuck his tongue out to lap into its folds.

“Nnnh… Eli…” Hastur moaned, reaching down and spreading himself out as much as possible, the hand gently placing itself atop the other’s head to guide him in further. There was a thick nub along the top of the slit that Eli enjoyed playing with on occasion, either by bumping his nose against it or by taking it into his mouth to suckle and run his tongue along it in circles. Hastur sighed, shuddering and gripping the sheets below them with his other hand and the moment he felt a pair of fingers line up with his entrance, he tensed and shuddered as they pushed inside. “Hahh… my good boy…”

“Mmm…”

“So good for me… Hhng!” At the press of Eli’s fingers suddenly crooking upwards against his spot, he moaned out a long noise, the tentacle inside of the survivor’s ass curling against his prostate in a slight show of retaliation. “Mm, you service your owner so well…” And as the feelings of tingling pleasure built up within him, Hastur grew tense and clenched around his pet’s fingers.

Eli’s tongue dragged in a long stripe up the swollen edges of Hastur’s slit, enjoying the sensation of its inner lips stretching around his two digits until he got the hunter nice and loose. Without any warning, however, Hastur gripped the back of his head to press his mouth against the entrance a little harder and shuddered, rhythmically clenching around him and grinding that large clit against Eli’s tongue. The Seer got the hint and quickly suckled around it, humming as Hastur came into his mouth and around his fingers, practically squirting against his face.

“Nnmh… Ahhh, Eli… hhm~”

Slowly and carefully, the Seer pulled both his fingers and mouth away before grabbing at Hastur’s two front tentacles. With how pliant and relaxed his God was now, it took hardly any effort to push them up against Hastur’s chest and position himself before thrusting inside, one smooth motion making The Feaster suddenly come back to reality and gaze down at Eli.

“Oh? Are you going to fuck me now, my little pet?” he hummed, the deep purr quickly breaking into a moan with the first thrust. The God laughed, “A-Ahh, mmh… perhaps I have… spoken too… too soon?” But Eli bent those two tentacles forward and pressed them to his front in a position meant to completely expose him, getting the angle and depth perfect while thrusting into him a few times. Hastur had no way to describe it other than some sort of mating press.

And then Eli started in earnest, a little moan leaving his throat.

Every thrust immediately shot white-hot pleasure through the core of his very being, Hastur’s slick spilling out over Eli’s cock and onto the sheets below. Even though the Seer was a lot smaller than him, every drive of his shaft into the slit just made the hunter moan and try to squirm a little, the size difference not at all a problem with how eager Eli was delivering this pleasure. “Eli… Eli, my p-pet! That’s… That’s it… Just like- nnh- like that…” Hastur had been so gentle earlier that this sudden enthusiasm from Eli was a bit of a shock. Where did this energy come from? He laughed in amusement, noises broken between each thrust.

And hearing Hastur’s laugh was more than enough for Eli to thrust harder inside of him, practically humping Hastur with a long moan of his own. His balls slapped against the swollen edges of the wet slit, sloppy noises filling the room alongside their moans. Eli leaned forward to get an even better angle, his hands coming off of Hastur’s two front tentacles to grab at his thick hips, thrusting faster. The Feaster must have been in a world of pleasure right now because it took him a while before he finally started moving the tentacle that was inside of Eli, and even then its movements were erratic – without much pace. Still, it felt good so the human wasn’t going to complain.

All the while, the hunter underneath him was moaning out and trying his best to not claw at Eli, instead grabbing the blankets below them to dig his claws into. Those many eyes floating in the red and black misty void of his hood were unable to keep shape for very long, disappearing and reappearing over and over until Hastur just couldn’t focus anymore and gave up on their formation. “Eli… m-my pet, you fuck me so well… Ahh, k-keep going… for your Lord.” One of the God’s hands did eventually manage to come up and run through the Seer’s brown locks of hair, Hastur chuckling at how Eli bumped his head up into his hand despite how hard he was thrusting inside of him. “Such a good boy…”

“Hhnn… mmmh!”

“Yes, you’re a good pet~”

With how erratic Eli’s thrusts were becoming, Hastur could tell that he was already close. A week without sex would do that to anyone. The God slid his hand down his own front to the messy scene below and ran the pad of a finger along his swollen clit, rubbing it in slow circles despite the quick pace Eli fucked into him. “Nnh… Eli… I am getting close… T-That’s it, let yourself go… Don’t- ahh, right there- don’t hold y-yourself back!” The tentacle inside of Eli thrust forward and curled directly against his prostate to bring him even closer to the edge.

“H-Hastur… Hastur…”

“Good, pet, finish inside of me… as deep as you can…”

The hand that had been gently petting Eli suddenly balled up within the brown hair and pulled, Eli letting out a long moan and pushing himself forward to cum deep inside of the God, never once ending the strong thrusts. At the same time, Hastur clenched down around the Seer to come to completion himself and rubbed over his clit, cum and slick squirting out of his hole down his tentacles and onto the bed. The Feaster went completely limp, unable to do anything other than just relax as the aftermath of orgasm washed over him and his lover.

Eli was in a similar state, collapsed down on top of Hastur with his slowly softening cock still inside of him and cum leaking out of the slit. His hips continued to move in the tiniest of motions until oversensitivity washed through him and he finally pulled out, watching the mess that dripped down onto the bed. “Mmh… H-Hastur…”

The only response he got from the God was a hand coming up to pet him atop the head, bringing him close to snuggle against his chest and yellowed robes. Eventually, Hastur managed to calm down enough to speak. “My good boy… You did so well. Although, we still have to make up for lost time,” he chuckled, Eli quickly perking up with a gasp as he watched the hunter slowly begin to play with the messy slit down below… only to take his hand away. “Later, however. Not now, as much as I crave it. You deserve some rest. I can take you again after you awaken.”

Nodding, the survivor hummed and cuddled close into his side and slowly began to drift off with the aftermath of his climax washing over him. Hastur’s claws running through his hair felt so nice. He really could be satisfied like this – being a God’s pet. At least for the time being during their little play.

“Perhaps I should get you a collar and a leash, hm?”

Or maybe it was going to be more… long-term.