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As the sun laid to rest nearing the end of the day, the flock gathered their belongings, chattering amongst one another as they made their way towards their tents, readying for slumber. All but one remained: Narinder, observing the cultists enjoying one last talk before sleep would overtake them soon enough, the distance between him and them increasing meanwhile.

It’d become a habit of his, perhaps tying in to his past as a god; cursed to only observe with what little mobility he had. An eternal torture binded by chains with freedom only being a mere dream. It was all he could do, after all. And now, all he was used to.

His fixation on the other cultists distracted his senses from picking up the presence of his woolen lover approaching him from his peripheral, the sound of their voice switching his attention.

“Hey.” The shorter one greeted, now in front of him, hands behind their back and standing almost proud.

“Hi.” The taller one said back, matching their energy.

The lamb removed a paw from behind and placed it in the air, a few inches away from Narinder’s chest.

“Come with me?”

Narinder raised a brow, studying the lamb’s expression to unfold what tactic they could be potentially plotting. Their eyes shined with excitement, their smile adorably wide with a hue of pink slightly airbrushing their cheeks.

A small smile crept on Narinder’s typical stern face. The lamb only behaved this way when they wanted to show him something.

Curiously, Narinder clasped his hand with the lamb’s as a form of a silent approval and they wasted no time to drag him along with them.

Narinder remained silent while the lamb led him to a place more secluded and private, a good distance away from the other cultists. With the sun now fully set and darkness enveloping the cult grounds, it’d become hard to see. Luckily, they were coming up to a patch gleaming with light as their final destination.

“Here we are!” The lamb expressed, now letting go of Narinder’s hand.

Narinder examined the contrivance in front of him. It was a tent of different shades of reds and violets. The outer part was decorated with lights that dangled near the entrance and many species of flowers were precisely littered around the canopy. Multiple candles flickering a crimson burn that smelt particularly of roses coiled around the entire tent. Inside was a bed of the same colours; the size clearly meant for two. Narinder cocked his head to the side.

“It’s a tent.” He confirmed. “With a bed in it.”

The lamb let out an exasperated breath, evidently not satisfied with their lover’s answer. “It’s the new mating tent!” They corrected.

Hearing that answer, the cat recalled a conversation he had with the current red crown bearer regarding certain members of the flock. They expressed to their leader their newfound urges, wishing to engage with their significant others in more intimate ways. And the Lamb concluded “better to do it in private than right in the middle of the cult grounds.” Narinder held back a laugh at the foolishness of it all.

“Ah.”

“You sound unimpressed.”

“Do you want me to sound impressed?”

“Nariiiiii!”

Narinder looked down at his pouting spouse and playfully rolled his eyes, they were always so emotional when it came to his opinions.

The bishop placed his hands on his hips. “Why are you so eager to show me this anyway?”

“Your approval means everything to me.” The lamb confessed, genuinely.

Narinder let out an amused chuckle, taking a paw and placing it on the lamb’s head, patting the wool softly. “Such a silly creature you are.”

The lamb emitted a cheerful bleat, melting into his touch.

“Come. I wish for you to see the rest of it.” The lamb walked towards the entrance of the tent, grabbing one of its flaps and opening it wider to accommodate the cat’s height. Although Narinder conveyed apathy, there was no denying his curiosity for the structure. He walked towards the entrance and made his way inside. The lamb followed suit, ensuring the tent’s entrance was fully shut.

Upon entry, Narinder was hit with a much stronger scent of roses from the candles, considering there were more of them inside. He treaded towards the bed and placed a hand on the sheets and covers to get a feel of the material used; silk.

“How many crusades to Silk Cradle did you complete to acquire this much silk?”

“Too many.” The lamb blithely huffed, now sitting down at the edge of the bed.

Narinder, still fondling the fabric, hummed through his throat, “And was it worth for this fine material to be used for such means?”

“Absolutely.” The lamb did not hesitate to answer.

Narinder didn’t further pester the lamb, fully aware of their confidence in the time, energy, and materials used to establish the mating tent.

With additional inspections, Narinder noticed the bed’s frame included wooden drawers. He bent down and opened the drawer closest to him. It contained many vials of different shapes; he assumed they were filled with a variety of oils, lubricants, and moisturizers purely used for intimacy.

Shutting the first one and opening the second drawer revealed a dozen white, linen towels all perfectly rolled up and ready for use.

Narinder raised his brows, impressed.

Damn lamb, they really went all out.

Narinder averted his eyes back to his eternal lover at the sound of them clearing their throat, intending to grab his attention. He straightened his posture, shutting the towel drawer softly with his foot.

“Well…?” The lamb started, clearly seeking his final opinion.

“It’s….adequate.” Narinder replied with some hesitancy, crossing his arms in the process. The lamb let out a stern bleat, unsated with his incompetent verdict.

“Alright, alright. It’s nice, very nice.” Narinder surrendered. He then smiled at his shorter lover, revealing his unfeigned sincerity. “You did good, lamb.”

The lamb smiled back, content with the cat’s true judgment. “Thank you.”

Narinder pressed his fingers to his chin, turning his body away from the lamb to carry on with his assessment of the tent. “Visuals and equipment aside, we don’t know if the actual function of the tent will prove itself to be successful.” He speculated. “Perhaps we could have two members volunteer to test it out before it’s ready for the rest of the flock.”

“I agree.” The lamb returned, an underlying shift of tone in their voice. “We will test it out.”

Narinder stood there, as still as a statue, processing the last few words vocalized by the lamb. He was dumbfounded, taken back, and honestly a little embarrassed. With what little wit he had left, he voiced a “lamb,” and slowly shifted his focus to said being.

The lamb, still sitting at the edge of the bed, had their leg crossed over the other, their hands spread apart, cushioning the mattress behind them. The sullied smile worn on their no longer innocent face complemented their hooded eyes. Their expression read want, desire, and hunger.

“I want you.”

“Lamb!”

Narinder’s response made the lamb let out a pure giggle, a paradox to their present display. “Only if you want to, of course.” They reasoned.

It’s not that Narinder was opposed to the idea, if anything he would use every opportunity possible to bed the lamb. They’ve had sexual intercourse, many times, so there was no plausible reason for his unconventional shyness. However, the change of scenery, the lustful scent in the air, and the concupiscent atmosphere was foreign to say the least. During his regime as the God of Death, the theme of Eros was never something explicitly focused on in the teachings of The Old Faith thus, this was not something he was used to.

Yet, at the same time…

The current disposition was undoubtedly thrilling. His lamb, offering their body to him in such a romantic manner, away from the other cultists, only he having the privilege to see his beloved in this state. The scent of the candles, the dimness of the room, the increase of temperature, it enhanced his senses tenfolds. The ex-god let out a deep chuckle before approaching the lamb slowly, like a predator about to feast on its prey.

“You planned this from the start, didn’t you?” Narinder asked rhetorically, a certain lowness rousing in his throat.

“To enlighten my curiosity. To fulfill your desires.”

The lamb said nothing, only shifting their body to spread out their legs, inviting the larger being in to get as close to them as possible.

Narinder stood atop of his woolen lover, leaning down to lay his hands next to the lamb’s, inching his face closer until their foreheads touched and their mouths exchanged breaths.

“You hungry little thing.” He whispered, refraining from making the next move, hoping to elicit a reaction from the lamb. A hitch in the lamb’s breath deemed his anticipation successful.

“For you,” the lamb started then to finally connect their lips, leaving a long, needy kiss before forcing themselves to pull away, “always.”

It was Narinder’s turn to reconnect their kiss with much more fervor. His lips immediately locked with the lamb’s, desperate and longing and oh so gratifying. The sounds of their lips smacking exchanging with the hushed sighs of lust shared between the two influenced the lamb to open their mouth and let the other explore it, Narinder quickly obliged.

The lamb used the opportunity to do the same, traversing the inside of their husband’s mouth, using their tongue to run it under one of Narinder’s very sharp fangs. The bishop in return let out a breathy moan at the feeling, such an attractive sound that did wonders for the lamb, the feeling going straight to their growing groin.

Their kiss miserably departed, the need for air temporarily surpassing their need for each other. Both beings chased after their own breaths as they studied one another. The lamb’s eyes were glossed, their cheeks a darkened hue, and their mouth agape as they stared at their forever partner. The latter was in a similar state with all three eyes staring at his spouse intently.

The lamb smirked, using one hand to unhook their fleece, permitting gravity to allow the fabric to run down their shoulders, arms, and then to the floor where it respectfully belonged. Narinder stepped back, only for a moment to appreciate the view.

“Come and devote yourself to your god.” Was all the lamb commanded.

Narinder smiled a feral smile, his canines accentuated by the candles glow. He licked his lips as he lowered himself between the lamb’s spreaded thighs, his height leveled with theirs.

A long kiss to their cheek. “My god.” he began.

“My everlasting lord of life and death.” His kisses, tentative and slow, traveled to the lamb’s jaw and towards their neck, unclamping their belled collar to replace it with his radiating mouth. He sank his fangs into their scarred throat, not enough to draw blood but enough for the lamb to jolt in pleasure. He continued his journey south.

“I give myself to you and you alone.” More sharp kisses were placed on the lamb’s woolen chest. Narinder’s claws located the lamb’s covered thighs, massaging and squeezing them every so often.

“Nari…” the lamb breathed softly.

“To love.” His mouth found its way to the lamb’s tummy as he pursued with his assault of kisses.

“Worship.” His nose made contact with the waistband of the lamb’s trousers.

Without warning, the lamb felt one of Narinder’s hands palm their growing erection through the material of their bottoms. “Ah! Narinder..” the lamb threw their head back as a rivulet of moans escaped their needy lips.

“And please.” Narinder teased, unremitting his hand where the lamb needed it most. He snickered at their reaction, adoring every sound and shake the lamb extracted.

“As a good follower does.” Narinder finished, ushering the lamb to slightly lift up their lower half so he could remove the very last of the offensive material. Now fully nude, Narinder was able to admire his spouse in their most glorious form.

“Such a beautiful creature you are.” He shamelessly admitted, eyes fixated on the lamb’s fully sheathed length, longing for some attention.

The lamb felt their face warm up from the praise. “You flatter me, darling.”

“My words only speak the truth.” Narinder rebutted. Eyes half lidded, mouth open and ready to take the lamb’s cock. He started at the base, leaving a trail of small, nibbling kisses that traveled to the head.

“Ooh.. yes…!” The lamb keened, eyes fluttering shut to savor the feeling of the cat’s skilled mouth. Sensing him encircling his rough tongue on the tip enforced another cry of his name.

Pleased with his teasing, Narinder decided to finally reward his spouse, opening wide and taking the lamb’s dripping length in his mouth. He began with the tip, drinking up any pre-cum that leaked out, he then devoured more of it until half its length was in his mouth. He used one hand to wrap around the base and his free hand went back to massaging one of the lamb’s plushed thighs.

Narinder slowly slid out and quickly back in, his hand following the same motion. He continued the pattern until an even rhythm was set. And judging by the way his lover grabbed his head and involuntarily bucked their hips to his mouth, he knew this was enough to satisfy his sweet lamb.

“So…good, Narinder. Soooo, so good.” The lamb exalted, rubbing their hand between Narinder’s ears to silently praise him further. Narinder couldn’t help but purr, both from the caressing and their pleasant words, the vibrating sensation further stimulating the lamb’s dick. They let in a sharp inhale which was followed by a staccato of whines.

“Oh gods!…Nar-mmmh..Narinder hold…hold on..” The lamb was close but did not want to release so soon. Narinder followed their order, detaching his mouth from their still hard cock. He sucked in some air to catch his breath, a mixture of saliva and pre connecting his lips to the tip of the lamb’s length.

As the lamb caught up with their own breath, they looked down at their significant other. Appreciating just how impure and attractive he looked. The lamb smiled, feeling fortunate.

“Na..Narinder, dearest,” they voiced, “if…if you don’t join me on this bed…and fuck me, I-I might actually go insane.”

A loud, and almost uncharacteristic, laugh erupted from Narinder’s mouth, deep and amused. He stood up, ready to fulfill the lamb’s final request. “As you command.”

The lamb squealed in delight, shifting their body back until their head made contact with the silk encased pillows. They bit down on their lip in anticipation as they watched their husband slowly make his way to the bed to crawl on top of them.

Narinder grinned, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the lamb’s lips before he went back up, sitting on his knees to discard his clothing. The lamb quickly joined him to assist.

They started with untying the belt of his robes, loosening the long material enough for Narinder to easily take it off, chucking the article carelessly to join the lamb’s fleece, on the floor.

As Narinder attempted to dispose of his bottoms, the lamb halted his movements. The cat raised a brow to the lamb, confused.

The crown bearer disregarded their husband’s reaction. Instead they straddled Narinder’s hips, sitting on him, while both hands attached to the sides of his head. The lamb’s expression looked solemn and focused as they gazed into their partner’s eyes, slowly proceeding their lips towards Narinder’s to seal another kiss.

The bishop immediately kissed back his lover. It was slower this time, their lips moving in precision, at the perfect tempo, like the dance of a waltz: every step timed perfectly. Narinder sighed, cupping the lamb’s cheek with one hand, urging them to deepen the kiss.

Pulling away, the lamb spoke up.

“My loyal cultist.” The lamb murmured between Narinder’s lips. Angling their head to kiss the side of his head which proceeded down to his throat.

“My husband.” They placed a tender kiss on Narinder’s furry chest, right where his heart would be located.

Dragging their hands from the ex-god’s shoulders, massaging it down until they reached both of Narinder’s wrists, they grabbed them and placed a slow kiss on each shackled scar.

“My savior.” They muttered into the skin. “I worship you as much as you devote yourself to me.”

Narinder felt his heart skip a beat, moved by the lamb’s benevolent words. The cat caressed their cheek, rubbing his thumb into their skin gingerly. “Lamb…you-”

“As my god and as my partner.” They interrupted, taking one of his hands and placing it knuckle side down on their forehead. “For all of eternity.”

The lamb removed their partner’s hand from their forehead as they finished up their disclosure. What they didn’t expect next was Narinder wrapping his arms around their body and pulling them into a strong hug, his chin resting on their shoulder as he purred deeply.

“Lamb, your words…I..” Narinder struggled to find what he wanted to express into sentences. The lamb had mentioned before their faith to the former god but, not like this. Not in this context. Not when they were this exposed. It felt almost pure. A god worshiping a mere mortal? Did he really deserve that?

He squeezed tighter. “…thank you. Truly.”

The lamb smiled widely as they softly petted the fur on Narinder’s back. “You’re welcome, Nari.”

As they shared a comfortable silence in each other’s embrace, only for a few minutes, the larger being broke the silence with a puffy chortle.

“What happened to you wanting me to fuck you?”

The lamb laughed, loud and hearty as it echoed off the walls of the tent, which made Narinder’s chest rumble with amusement. The lamb detached themselves from the tender hug to speak to their lover face to face.

“I got distracted by the absolute alluring being in front of me.” The lamb leaned in to place a gentle kiss right on top of Narinder’s third eye.

“But I’m ready now.”

With the lamb’s consent, Narinder cradled his lover and gently placed their head back on the silk pillows. The lamb observed Narinder, removing his pants (finally) and discarding it to the ground. He then leaned to his side to open one of the drawers, coming back up with a vial of oil retrieved in his left hand. They shook in delight at the thought of what’s to come next.

Opening the bottle and spreading the substance on his fingers, Narinder massaged the oil into his digits to ensure the liquid fully lubricated them. He then set the bottle down to begin his work.

With his clean hand, he placed it on the lamb’s clavicle, massaging the area subtly down to their woolen chest, hip and finally to their thigh, urging them to spread it as wide as they could. The lamb quivered as they felt a long finger circling the outer rim of their hole.

“Relax, sweet lamb, and let me take care of you.” Narinder promised, his voice low and hushed but enunciated with desire.

With that, Narinder slowly entered his finger into the lamb’s waiting core, carefully but meticulously. The lamb shut their eyes tightly and let out a whine, enjoying the tight and simultaneous pleasurable feeling. They jerked their hips as Narinder’s finger moved out and then back in.

The cat smirked, slightly speeding up his movements. “Feels good?”

The lamb in return moaned at the increased movement and nodded their head feverishly.

“Good, that’s very good.” He chuckled, his voice as smooth as honey. He added a second finger, going deeper and spreading the lamb’s walls at the same time.

The lamb gripped the sheets, back arching and mouth lolling open at the expanded size inside their ass. They groaned at the feeling, their neglected cock leaking so much pre it dripped down to their thighs and soiled the sheets, but they didn’t care.

“Oh f-fuck! Na-ah! Narinder…!” The lamb choked, unable to voice anything else as Narinder intensified his maneuver.

He bent his head, kissing up and down the lamb’s soaked thighs and licking up the mess he was responsible for. The lamb could feel his sharp smile in between their thighs.

“Such vulgar words…it’s unbecoming of a god, lamb.” The cat taunted.

Oh.

Two can play at this game.

The bishop shivered. Feeling something cold and long coil around his torso and circling all the way back to his neck. He halted the movement of his fingers and removed his face from the lamb’s thighs. He stared a puzzling look at the singular red and black eye the being possessed, gazing back at him.

“Is this…the red crown?” Narinder questioned, astounded.

The lamb opened their eyes. Seeing their husband look so bewildered forced the lamb to bite back a laugh. “Oh…that? Haha…yeah, it does that sometimes.”

“But…but how?”

Having the opportunity to catch their breath, the lamb was able to answer coherently. “You know how the crown can materialize into many forms, depending on the task?”

Narinder nodded.

“Well, this is the form it takes regarding sin.”

Narinder thought about it. Of all the eons he wore the red crown, practically mastering its full potential and using it to what best suited him, he failed to discover this form. He didn’t know whether to feel impressed or envious towards the lamb that they did in fact wear the crown better than him, seeing how they found more uses for it. Albeit, the feeling quickly went away, and he went back to his task at hand.

Narinder huffed. “Hmmm, this form seems kind of trivial to me.” His focus shifted back to his fingers that were still inside the lamb’s hole, plunging them in and out again. The lamb whined anew.

“Oh! But it does wonders! Such as…”

Narinder was instantly hit with a wave of ecstasy, the long being making haste as it ventured south and coiling its serpent-like body around Narinder’s half sheathed dick, rubbing slowly up and down his length. The cat whimpered as the crown sped up its pace.

“La-ah! Lamb!”

The lamb noised something that sounded like a mix of a moan and an airy laugh. “Feels good?” They repeated out of spite.

Narinder’s eyes widened, his cock quickly unsheathing to its full length thanks to the crown’s enjoyable treatment. He didn’t think this would be such a turn on for him. Why was it such a turn on for him? Another gruff moan escaped his lips.

“You…ngh…you bastard, lamb! Shit!” Narinder yielded, removing his fingers hastily, throwing his head back and balling his paws into fists. The crown managed to wrap its entire anatomy around the whole shape of his endowed groin, its ‘tail’ teasing the slit. Narinder instinctively bucked his hips into the air, chasing the feeling of bliss.

The lamb didn’t mind when Narinder retracted his fingers, at all. What was presented in front of them was far more appeasing.

Narinder’s rapture was short-lived as the crown unlooped itself from his length and quickly slithered away to cloak around the lamb’s shoulders.

The bishop felt his chest rise and fall as he attempted to steady his heartbeat and replenish his lungs. He looked down at his lover, his red eyes glowed sinisterly, his hot breath so heavy the lamb could feel the warm air travel to their face.

Narinder looked fucking ethereal to the lamb, like the first time they ever met him.

“N…Narinder..?”

“Lamb.” He said calmly. Slanting forward, resting his forehead on his woolen lover as he took one more inhale. “Please. Can I-“

“Yes.” The lamb cut off. “Yes Narinder, take me. Show me why I’m yours over and over again.” They achingly wrapped their legs around their husband’s waist, coaxing him to impossibly come closer.

Narinder took his still sensitive dick in his hand, letting out a hiss as he lubricated it with the same oil and any remnants of cum dripping out of his tip. Finally, he aligned the head of his cock with the lamb’s hole. He gave them one last look and they nodded in response, winding their arms around his neck to brace themselves.

With heed, Narinder sank the tip in. He sucked in a breath while the lamb bleated in thrill. He rigorously angled his hips and pushed to get the rest of his length inside of the lamb.

The lamb mewled at the fullness, shaking from head to toe as they felt their lover’s pelvis make contact with their outer ass. “This part…” The lamb trembled with a sigh “…never gets old.”

Narinder forced his eyes to remain open, not wanting to miss every reaction the lamb induced thanks to his influence. “Believe me….I feel the same.”

Narinder teasingly grinded his hips, his dick scarcely stimulating the lamb’s insides. They bleated in anguish, tightening their hold on the cat’s waist.

“Oh…my…God, Narinder.” They dug their nails into Narinder’s dark fur out of sheer desperation. “Nari..Nari please! Move…do something! Gods I can’t…!” Their hips started moving intrinsically, aiming to physically give Narinder the message if somehow it wasn't enough verbally. “I need you, I need you so much!”

All of Narinder’s self-restraint vanished immediately. Hearing the lamb, his lamb, plead for him like that triggered something carnal inside of him. He hooked his hands under the joints of the lamb’s knees, pulling nearly all of his cock out, and slamming it all the way back in. Narinder let out a deep groan and the lamb howled.

“Yes!” The lamb yelped. “Yes, just like that Narinder! Like- ah!”

Narinder withdrew his dick again only to snap his hips forward to hit that delicious spot inside the lamb once more. He couldn’t hide the sough rumbling in his throat as his claws tightened its grips on the lamb’s legs.

Every noise of pleasure that escaped the lamb’s mouth influenced Narinder to move with more accuracy, to delve his dick deeper inside than the last, to make his lamb feel so good that they would constantly remember this night as they walked past the mating tent. Every. Damn. Day.

The musky scent, the lewd squelching noises followed by the sounds of ecstasy he and the lamb were making, it got him hooked, practically drunk off it.

“My lamb…such sweet sounds you make.” Narinder couldn’t resist, rubbing his face into the lamb’s neck and sinking his canines into the skin once more, licking and kissing the inflicted area. The lamb weeped delectably.

“Will you make more mmmh…more of those…delicious sounds for me?” Narinder’s movement sped up, he didn’t know if it was for his own pleasure or for the lamb’s. “All…hah..for me? My beautiful, beautiful lamb.” The bishop’s voice was oozing deeply with hunger as he practically begged for more, so intoxicated by the environment, by his godly partner.

He stuffed his face into the lamb’s soft, wooled chest, muffling his whimpers and moans into its texture. Kissing and nipping it when given the opportunity. The lamb’s heart sped up, their untouched dick twitching with delight hearing how sexy Narinder was being. They rewarded their husband, voicing their pleasure higher and louder.

They realized at this point neither could they control their desires.

Narinder’s face was forced out of his lover’s wool, being yanked by the sinful crown that had circled its body around his neck again. Narinder was compliant this time as he allowed the long being to pull him into the Lamb’s face so they could share a much needed kiss. It was messy, imprecise this time, but they both could care less. Narinder’s rough tongue explored the inside of his beloved mouth, the lamb succumbing and enjoying the feeling of the textured muscle joining their own.

The cat’s hips continued to rut swiftly into the lamb’s ass and said being had to pull away, keening powerfully. Narinder mouth hung open, searching for air.

The lamb hands found the side’s of their lover’s head, stilling it with their grip. “Holy shit Narinder.” They exhaled. “You’re so pretty like this.” The ex-god in response bit down on his lower lip and the lamb chuckled.

“Look at you, being so submissive.” The lamb studied their husband’s fucked out face and smiled. “What’s gotten into you?”

Narinder grumbled and hid his face back into his spouse’s neck. “You do this to me.” Narinder confessed, leaving hot, open kisses on the skin. The lamb shivered.

“You and your delightful words towards me.” Narinder forced the lamb’s back to bend, shoving his cock into the lamb’s hole and hitting their sweet spot with precision.

“Oh fuck! Nari…” the lamb drew their head back.

“Exposing me to such a lustful set up so that I could bed you.” Narinder hit that spot again and again, the lamb gasped, mouth unable to shut.

“And the sounds you make while I fuck you.” Narinder groaned at the build up in his lower stomach, he was close.

“Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“I…ughh…I do! Nari I do….oh!!!” The lamb quickly hooked their leg over the other around Narinder’s low back, their thighs shaking, their dick seeping with cum. “Narinder, my love, keep going…please..! I’m close…so…ah! Close…!”

The cat lost his ability to speak, mouth too occupied to voice his own sounds of pleasure.

“I…fuck-” Narinder’s movements became sloppy, mind too foggy to recover his exactness. The way the lamb clenched around his cock, he knew they were gonna finish first. And quite soon at that.

One more thrust into the lamb’s quivering hole and the woolen god shrilled in euphoria as they came. Their hot cum painting their wool and the cat’s dark fur, upper body collapsing while their lower half was still supported by Narinder. They rode out their orgasm in time with Narinder’s thrusts, legs still tightly secured around their husband.

Narinder’s gruff moans intensified, chasing for his own release. “Lamb..hah..wh…where should-” he voiced, concerned.

“In…” They tried. “In..me..Nari, please…!”

That’s all the words he needed. He angled his hips one more time to plunge his cock as far as possible and coming deep into the lamb, his seed painting their walls and emptying his dick of all its cum. He cursed loudly and grinded against the lamb’s ass, enjoying the pleasurable feeling before fatigue overtook him. Pulling out, he collapsed on top of his softer lover, burying his face into their warm chest.

The only sound heard in the tent was both beings desperately heaving for oxygen, overtime synching their inhales and exhales perfectly. The lamb reached for the worn out cat, placing their hands on him; one on his head, petting and scratching the area softly, while the other went to his upper back, caressing it slowly. Narinder purred in response, snuggling his face closer as his arms wrapped around the lamb’s, embracing them.

As both their breathing slowed down and their minds returned back to reality, the lamb was the first to speak.

“Okay.” They began. “Now what do you think of the mating tent?”

Narinder looked up to the lamb, chin now resting on their chest. He could not believe how they were still fixated on this. He rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Seriously?”

“Come on Nari, while everything is still…fresh.” They said the last part distastefully, recognizing the absolute mess between them and Narinder. They pushed those thoughts aside, they’d deal with it later. “Final decision. Go.”

“Tsk. You and your thirst for knowledge.”

“Just answer the question!” The lamb cheeped, lightly punching the covers to convey their eagerness. Narinder chuckled in response.

“Alright, fine.” Narinder tilted his head to the side and pondered, composing an answer carefully to satisfy his spouse.

“I won’t be surprised if the bed were to fall apart after the next usage.”

The lamb laughed, not expecting Narinder to come up with such an answer. Their body shook so hard Narinder had to steady himself. Radiating so much positive energy, the cat joined in with his lover.

“Well, to go back to your speculation, it sounds like it was a success to me!” The lamb deemed, confidently.

“I suppose…you’re right.”

A brief unit of time of cuddling and playful chatter passed until Narinder forced himself off the lamb, despite them pleading for a few more minutes. Narinder knew had he stayed in that position any longer, the mess of their combined spent would never get taken care of.

The cat pulled out the drawer with the towels, grabbing two pure coloured cloths and handing one back to the lamb. They took turns cleaning each other, the lamb wiping down Narinder’s chest, abdomen, and, with permission, his softened groin. Narinder did the same, cleaning up the mess on their lower tummy, thighs, and their bottom. Although not an ideal clean up, it surpasses that of a few moments ago.

Narinder threw the now used towels in a conveniently placed laundry basket on the other side of the tent. Once completed, he embraced his forever lover once more, sitting up and leaning his back on the bed’s frame, placing the lamb on his lap, back towards him.

The cat rested his chin on the lamb’s shoulder, purring and placing butterfly kisses in the crook of their neck. The lamb softly giggled, leaning into his touch.

The red crown, in its sinful form, soon joined the two, coiling its body around the lamb and Narinder to tighten their holds. The snake being, once again, staring right into Narinder’s eyes. He sneered, allowing the crown to twine its body around his arm, inspecting the black and red creature.

“Such an interesting thing…I would have never imagined ‘sin’ could assume a physical form.” He declared, watching how the long being untangled itself from his arm to loosely wrap around the lamb’s neck. The lamb snickered.

“You were definitely into it.”

Narinder felt his face heat up, sheepishly avoiding his eyes away from the lamb.

“I am not proud of it.”

The lamb laughed to themselves, making a mental note to use the crown’s ability on Narinder again in the future.

As more time went on for the insatiable pair, still stuck together like glue, many yawns and sounds of exhaustion were exchanged between both beings. And although slumber sounded heavenly right now, a concern ran through Narinder’s mind.

“Lamb?”

“Hmmm?”

“Explain the cleaning duties to me.”

“Oh...right.” Another yawn was uttered by the lamb in between words. “Well generally, whoever uses the tent is responsible for cleaning up and changing the bed covers, which I left extras in the remaining drawers. They’ll also have to do their own laundry. And since we used it-”

“-we'll have to clean it up.” Narinder finished, sounding slightly annoyed due to exhaustion. The lamb inclined their head accordingly, one more tired sigh leaving their mouth.

“…tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” The lamb agreed.

Narinder’s eyes started to feel heavy, his third one already shut tight to urge the other two to do the same. “Right then, we should get it done before the rest of the flock wakes up in the morning. Do you agree? Lamb?”

Not receiving an answer, Narinder adjusted the position of his head, noticing the lamb had fallen asleep on his chest. The cat smiled to himself. A god who has no need for sleep nor pleasure had done just that in the very compartments of a sex tent. It signified just how much trust the lamb had for the bishop, it made Narinder honored in a way.

He was able to admit he was happy. He may no longer be a god, but he was free of damnation, free of the binds that halted his freedom. And being with the creature that he loved the most, he was content with this new lifestyle.

Narinder set the lamb down into a lying position, holding them tightly to his chest as he too closed his eyes in the welcoming darkness, sleep overtaking him soon enough.

He was happy.

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