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Lambert sat at their desk working on updating cult records near the glowing light of a candle flame. This was one of their least favorite activities as leader, aside from the cleaning and house repairing. But, for now, they felt kind enough to not subject any disciple to this unfortunate task.

The night was quiet, most of the followers had already gone to their quarters and those awake were working away in whatever building they were assigned. A far cry from the bonfire party the night before.

“Alright, alright,” Lambert mumbled aloud as they tapped the top of their pen on their forehead. “Helomar wants a new room away from Theloyen, we need someone new to help in the medical bay… And Fithana wants to start training to go on missions. Check check…”

With a deep sigh, the lamb scribbled down something as the rustling of a tent flap alerted them to their right. The crown immediately morphed into a small dagger they held up towards the intruder, chair screeching across the floor as they stood up.

They were met with a unamused face and twitching whiskers.

“Lamb,” their dark furred husband sighed as he swatted the dagger away, it morphing back into the crown and flying away to their desk. “Such a warm welcome from the great leader,” he said sarcastically, dropping his pack and beginning to shrug off his outer layers.

With a couple of quick steps Lambert rushed over to help Narinder, pulling his coat away from his arms and folding it up under their arms. Reaching up they gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then scurrying away to put the coat away. “How was Darkwood? Hopefully not too damp.~”

“Ah, you knew of the rain that would pour down on me for days? Always such a prepared lamb, yet I found no waterproof material in my pack you meticulously packed for me.”

“Oh you poor kitty,” Lambert slicked back towards Narinder, draping their arms around his neck. “Must have slipped my mind.”

His paws grasped their hips and pressed them closer to him, burying his face in their shoulder to take in a long breath of their lanolin. Lambert leaned into his touch, warmth spreading throughout their body at the sweet contact, while at the same time burning with an ache of sorts around specific areas. Once they started feeling small nips at their shoulder and neck, they let out a small whimper and shut their eyes tight in slight embarrassment.

Narinder had always been a little excitable after missions, blame it on the cat’s absolute adoration for their spouse. Separation wasn’t good for him in general, combine it with the expectation that after his mission he will return to his cozy hut with his cozy lamb? Sold.

Did the lamb expect this? Were they maybe even a little excited themselves? Perhaps.

Narinder kissed up and down Lambert’s neck, paws moving up and down by their hips, swaying their body.

With a slight shove, Lambert tilted his head up and away, “Nari, love, I have just a bit more work I need to take care of-”

“Fuck your work,” he ducks down to sweep his arms underneath Lambert’s back and thighs, hoisting them up in a bridal and carrying them over to the bed. “For I crave lamb tonight.”

“You used to say that in a more violent context.” They got thrown roughly onto the bed for that one. Rebounding off the springy mattress they tried to bounce back up, but a slight trip of Narinder’s foot set them back.

He kicked off his footwear, shrugging off one more layer before leaning forward on the bed, palms face down on the bed next to Lambert’s head. Slotting his knee in between Lambert’s legs, he slid a row of sweet kisses down their cheeks, erupting giggles from his spouse below.

“Love,” Lambert once again tilted Narinder’s head up and away from their neck, this time with more resistance. “If you’re going to demand us fuck at least get to it. Don’t have all night.”

Narinder’s pupils constricted, a small frown embedding onto his mouth. With a growl, he harshly pushes his knee up into their heat, the closest he could get through their pants. Damn, today they actually decided to wear the damn things, usually opting to go nude on the bottom instead.

With a moan, Lambert gripped Narinder’s forearm next to their head. With a hiccup they grind down on his knee, the friction against their cunt sent their mind into a dizzying spiral.

They shifted their hips back and forth, bucking into the curve of his knee and legs wobbling like jello as they did so.

“My poor depraved vessel.”

Oh, the vessel talk always got them going.

Narinder’s knee shifted away, Lambert yelped in desire as they immediately tried to edge back to it. As he turned to balance straight up on his knees, his paws moved down to Lambert’s pants to unbutton them.

“Why choose today of all days to wear pants..?” he mumbles, fiddling with the weird complicated machine that was Lambert’s pants.

Whining, Lambert wrapped their arms back around Narinder’s neck to pull him back down to meet their kisses. Their mouths met together, soft peaks exchanged as Narinder’s hands were occupied in the moment. Lambert kept trying to deepen their kiss, licking and nipping at his bottom lip and pushing up onto their arms to push back against his taller frame.

Narinder let them into his mouth, tongues smoothly dancing together and soft moans humming out in between. Lambert ran their tongue over individual teeth, pushing their hips up to give Narinder better access.

Once a singular button (was it a button?) came loose, the cat growled as he lost his patience and ripped the rest open. He shoved the fabric down their legs to reveal what he truly desired, shiny with slick, and hot to the touch.

Between sloppy kisses, Narinder gave a quick stroke to Lambert’s clit, it already swelled with arousal. The lamb mouthed harder at him, thrusting their hips up and into Narinder’s paw, much to his amusement.

“My beautiful little lamb,” he groaned in their ear, gathering their slick on his fingertips. “So wet and eager for me, how can I not be excited with this…” he slides one finger in, Lambert moaning and grasping his working arm. Unable to keep their hips steady they begin rocking back and forth on his sunken digit, just the slight pressure alone sends their mind dizzying as they throw their head back.

Narinder easily adds another finger, using his other hand to hold Lambert’s hips steady as he does so. He takes this moment to look at them, heads still thrown back in pleasure, mouth agape, and eyes staring directly at him with nothing but adoration and love.

“My love, my god,” they gasp, hands reaching forward to grasp at Narinder’s waist. “Fuck- I need you, I need you, Narinder-”

He speeds up the thrusting of his fingers, forcibly pushing into them so hard that their body moves with each movement. Lambert bleats at the speed-up, warm walls convulsed around his fingers and he could feel a faint pulsing from inside. Narinder was focused, keeping his wrist steady, adding his thumb on top of their clit just as he knew they liked.

Lambert loudly cried out, looping one of their legs behind Narinder’s back, hoof digging into his skin.

“Despite me being the one who demands us fuck, you seem to be the one desperate for my touch,” he chuckles, mouth slotting over theirs to muffle their cries. Which, were in fact sounds of heaven to him, luckily he could still hear their breathy sighs as he tongue fucked their mouth.

Finally, he felt their tight heat convulse rapidly around his fingers, signaling his little lamb’s quickly approaching release. Narinder quickened his pace, releasing his hold on both their waist and mouth so they could writhe unrestrained under his touch. With newfound freedom, Lambert jerked their hips closer to Narinder, enabling his fingers to reach deeper, thrusting against the tip of their cervix.

Lambert quickly sat up before their abdomen tightened so hard their entire body locked up, making them fall directly into Narinder’s chest as they came. As they shaked and sobbed, Narinder kept his pace steady to extend the length of their orgasm. The lamb stuttered on their words, Narinder not able to make much sense of it besides the obvious pleasure.

After a minute or so he finally stopped his fingers. Almost immediately, he felt the lamb’s body relax and sink against him, and based on their gasps for air he knew he did good. He brought his free hand to the small of their back to smooth down the wool, giving reassuring strokes down the warm skin. Lambert cradled themselves, looping their arms around his neck before lifting their face up to his. He lowered them back onto the bed, holding himself up to look down upon his lover.

Their skin was flushed and shiny with a thin layer of sweat, the red fleece long fallen off their shoulders and was now in a pile that was underneath them. The area between their thighs were pink from the rubbing and slick from their fluids. The pants that Narinder had ripped open earlier were still looped around their legs, having at least made it off one, but now was dangling from the other.

“You are breathtaking, love,” Narinder said with a kiss to their nose. “Came so quickly, just for me.”

Lambert tiredly giggled, laying their head on his shoulder.

Continuing quick kisses on their face, Narinder slid the ripped pants off the remaining hoof, holding it up by their calve as he shuffled onto the bed, resting on his knees. The bulge underneath his tunic pressed against the back of Lambert’s leg. He lifts Lambert’s hips up to line up their pussy with his clothed member.

With a soft moan, overstimulated Lambert reached their hoof down as far as they could, tugging on Narinder’s tunic.

“Off… off!”

They sat up quickly, smashing their lips on his in a flurry as they grasped the ends of his tunic, desperately pulling it up his torso. Narinder mouthed back, disconnecting for the briefest moment to have his tunic pushed over his head.

Narinder kept one paw beneath Lambert, the other going down to stroke his cock. He held the lamb closely to his chest as he slid his cock between their folds, rubbing the wet skin gently. Lambert did their best to lift their hips up to make access easier for him, kissing down his neck as they hung on for dear life.

Finally, satisfied with the teasing, Narinder slid into his lamb, softly thrusting up to the hilt.

YEE HAW THAT'S IT

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The doors to the temple were closed, for a very important ritual was taking place inside.

One that had the cultists stunned speechless watching their glorious leader get fucked by some random-ass three-eyed cat.

Bent over the alter, the leader faced the crowd as their head was pressed firmly sideways. Their hands were tied behind their back, held there by their disciple as he plowed into them. Their body rocked back and forth, their moans getting muffled as their head adjusted for a more comfortable angle.

Narinder gripped the wool on their head tightly as he held their head up off the alter’s surface to growl in their ear, “I want to hear you, vessel. And I’m sure your lovely flock benefits from your song.”

“Nar- AH! Fuck, mmm~ stop tugging- ah..” Lambert attempted to moan out a couple sentences, but ultimately fell short, focused too intently on their beloved’s cock thrusting in and out. His lovely barbs catching on their skin and stimulating everything they could reach.

The cat let go of the lamb’s wool, opting instead to grab onto their bond wrists to tug their upper body backwards. Their back arched as they gasped at the stretch, peeking open their eyes to look among their folk.

Some of the cultists just stood there, obviously interpreting this as some sort of complex ritual. Others looked intrigued, grasping at their cloaks and staring with lust at the scene (the lamb figured they would have some extra sin to collect later on). And then there were some couples along the walls, taking inspiration from their leader’s display and practicing some of it themselves….

A hard thrust snapped them away from their flock, mouth agape, moaning, as they glanced as far behind as they could see to Narinder. His cock was ramming into them, his hips pulsed back and forth quickly to keep up his rhythm. Beads of sweat cascaded down his forehead and torso, his paws grew clammy holding onto his lover’s thick wool. The grip he had on the lamb’s wrist enabled him to pivot them more directly on top of him, his thrusts reaching deeper inside.

“My god!” Lambert bleat out, beginning to bounce their hips back to meet his. They could feel their release approach, building like a fire burning through a rope. With every thrust, every pound, that rope burned through a little more. Their vision became blurry as Narinder released their wrists and they tumbled back onto the alter. The cat then reached down to bite into the back of Lambert’s neck, holding them in place as he sped up his thrusts to lightning bolt speeds.

Lambert screamed as the rope finally snapped, liquids drooling out and staining Narinder’s cock, their hooves kicked with the force of their orgasm. Their moans made them run out of breath, their body trembled as the cat continued his rough pounding, dragging out the pleasure and turning it into sparks.

Now flustered with overstimulation they gasp out endless moans, screams to their beloved, prayers and chants in his name. The rest of the room faded away, all that was left was a cat and his lamb.

Releasing their neck, Narinder cupped their face and guided it up towards his, meeting their lips together. He grunted into their mouth as their tongues intertwined, his movements getting slower but more forceful as he reached his end, spilling his seed deep within them.

Their kiss ended softly as Narinder lifted himself up straight, clawing through the tangles he had created in the lamb’s wool. “Are you okay?” he asks, beginning to untie the rope bound their wrists.

Lambert couldn’t help but notice the odd tension in the room, their little cultists were still watching them with wide eyes, almost as if they weren’t quite ready for the show to be over.

Their lips turn up in a smirk, and once they feel the ropes loosen, they kick their hooves backwards to send Narinder a few paces away. Rising from the alter they hold Narinder close as their lips met again.

“Mmm- great,” Lambert says between kisses, stroking their hooves up and down his chest. “I’m doing so great, enjoying myself.~”

Grasping his shoulders they spin around, forcing Narinder’s backside against the same alter. A small clap from the audience makes them chuckle as they rub their groin against Narinder’s cock, stimulating him to grow to full mast again. Pushing him backwards and guiding his legs up and off the ground, he now lay on his back, in the exact same spot the lamb had taken prior.

They hoist themselves onto his thighs, scooching upwards until they could hover over his growing member. He let out a sharp gasp as they grinded the head between their pussy’s lips, rubbing it up and down their silt to collect moisture. Lambert’s hips moved in a slow movement back and forth, applying more pressure when the head flicked against their clit. Narinder’s paws reached up to grasp at their hips, simply resting there, head falling back as he let out soft moans.

“Faster-” Narinder begged, his grip tightened as he attempted to move Lambert’s hips further. Only then to lose the warmth entirely as Lambert grabbed his paws and brought them up against his head.

“Silly boy,” they cooed, “I’m in charge right now, we go faster when I deem you have earned it. Until then…” they adjust themselves and scooch a little further, resting their dripping pussy on top of his stomach, holding his paws out as a support for them. They grind their hips back and forth, gliding up and down the slick fur. “You lie there and watch your glorious leader.~”