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CHAPTER 1
Lambert stood outside Narinder's hut, the Red Crown gleaming in the fading light. The cult grounds were bustling with activity as the preparations for the Bonfire Ritual began. They knocked gently on the door, trying to mask the eagerness in their voice.
“Narinder, are you in there? We're having a big celebration tonight. A Bonfire Ritual to celebrate the harvest before winter. I thought it might be a good chance for you to mingle with everyone. The cult has grown a lot, and it'd be good for them to see you. What do you say? Will you join us?”
Silence. That was usually what they got from the God. But they knew the cat was in there. Lambert sighed, leaning their forehead against the wooden door for a moment. They knew Narinder could hear them, but the silence was disheartening. Gathering their resolve, they spoke again, their voice gentle but firm.
“Narinder, I know you're in there. I get it, you prefer your solitude, but this celebration is important. The followers need to see you not as enemy. It's not just about the ritual, it's about showing them that we are in good terms too. Come on out, at least for a little while. We can all use a bit of cheer before the winter sets in.”
Lambert paused, hoping their words would reach the stubborn cat inside. Just as Lambert was about to turn their back and leave, they hear the door getting unlocked. But it is opened just a crack, they could only see the red eyes of the cat glowing in the dark interior.
“You disrupted my meditation, damn lamb.” Narinder growls at them.
Lambert's ears twitched. Narinder's red eyes glowing ominously in the dim light. They couldn't help but grin at the familiar, irritated growl. They approach the door again.
“Well, excuse me for interrupting your brooding session.” Lambert shot back with a playful smirk “But this is kind of a big deal. The cult needs a to see you are not a threat. Just come out, show that grumpy face of yours, and mingle a bit. You might even enjoy yourself.” Lambert leaned closer, trying to peer into the dark interior of the hut “Come on, Narinder. Stop hiding and let's have some fun. It's just one night. You owe me that much, don't you think?”
“We are not friends to start with it. I despise you. You stole my title, my crown, and confined me on this stupid weak form. I wish nothing more than your head on a spike.” Narinder replies with anger “And do not lie to me, you take me as a fool if you think I'm not aware your followers shiver in fear at the sight of me. They are wiser than you, Lamb. And I'll certainly not mingle among them, much less with my siblings being present as well. And I owe you NOTHING.”
They took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to bridge the chasm between them.
“Narinder, I understand your anger. I know I've taken things from you that you can never get back. But this isn't just about you or me, it's about the cult. The followers need it. They might fear you, but only because they never had a chance of meeting you. As for your siblings, they're part of this too now, whether you like it or not. We need to find a way to coexist. Just come out for a bit. Please.”
“I wish not to attend to this celebration.” Narinder replies “I have no reasons for it, nor I'll 'enjoy' myself as you said.”
Lambert sighed, frustration creeping into their voice.
“Look, I get it. You don't want to be part of this. But sometimes, we have to do things we don't want to. Just come out for a little while. You don't have to stay long, and you don't have to enjoy it. Just show your face, let them see you can walk around without killing anyone, and then you can go back to your solitude.”
Lambert's patience was wearing thin. Then, they remember: Since they turned into a God, they weren't able to enjoy mortal alcohol no longer. It didn't have effect on them. But on their last crusade, they were able to put their hands in a recipe of Ambrosia, the wine of Gods. And with Ratau's help, they were able to produce a good amount of it. That could be a good incentive for the cat to leave the hut.
Lamb’s eyes lit up with the sudden idea.
“Before you dismiss this entirely, I have something that might change your mind.” They said “I came across a recipe for Ambrosia during my last travel out of the cult grounds. And well, I've managed to make a few bottles of it. You haven’t had a sip since before you were chained in the afterlife, right?” They were still leaning closer to the door, hoping to catch Narinder's interest “You don't have to mingle if you don't want to, but at least come out and have a drink.”
Even in the dark, Lambert was able to see the God raise an eyebrow.
“Ambrosia? You refined Ambrosia?”
Lamb nodded, sensing a spark of interest in Narinder's voice.
“Yes. It wasn't easy, but Ratau and I managed to get it right. Come on, just come out for a drink. You don't have to stay long, but I think you'll appreciate the alcohol at least.” Lambert insist.
The door is shut closed on Lambert's face. They sighed, accepting defeat. But seconds later the door is open again and Narinder is now visible in the dim light, he was finishing putting on his veil.
“For your own good, the ambrosia is better be of good quality.” The cat says.
Lambert couldn't help but smile as the door reopened and Narinder stepped out, finishing getting ready to go among the flock.
“I promise, it's the best we could make.” They said with a nod “Let's head to the celebration. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.” They turned, leading the way back to the bustling cult grounds, the anticipation of the night's events growing “Thank you for giving this a chance, Narinder. It means a lot. This is going to be a night to remember.”
Already in the cult grounds, there was very loud music, food, drinks, followers were dancing and having fun. Some were already passed out in the grass ground from drinking, drunken folks were all over the place enjoying themselves. Some were even passed out in their own vomit. Narinder looks at everything with disgust. Lambert notices that.
Lambert glanced over at Narinder, noticing the disdain in his expression as he surveyed the chaotic scene. They sighed inwardly, understanding the cat's discomfort.
“It's a bit much, isn't it?” Lambert said, raising their voice slightly to be heard over the music “But hey, they're having fun, right? Let's just find a quieter spot to enjoy our drinks.”
“Your guidance of the cult is a disgrace.” Narinder says “Your leadership is weak and it certainly shows.” He says as literaly a group of totally naked followers runs in front of him and The Lamb.
They glanced at the group of naked followers running past, a hint of embarrassment crossing Lambert’s features.
“Let's not dwell on this now, don't be such a killjoy.” They retorted “Besides, they seem to be enjoying themselves, don't they? Maybe you should lighten up a bit and join in.”
“In your dreams I'd join in such vulgar activities.” Lambert notice his third eye was scanning around. Probably searching for his siblings so he could keep his distance from them.
“If you're looking for your siblings, I haven't seen them around all night. But if they do show up, I'll make sure you guys don’t get close. Wouldn't want any family drama ruining the party, right?” Lambert joke.
Once they are close to the temple, but not as far away from the celebration that The Lamb couldn't keep an eye on things, Lambert retrieve from inside of the infinite storage of the crown two bottles of Ambrosia. Handing one to Narinder.
“Here you go.” They said, offering it to the cat “A toast to... whatever this celebration is.” They opened their own bottle, taking a sip and savoring the rich flavor “To better days ahead.” They added, taking another gulp “To wild nights and questionable decisions.”
“You drink like an animal.” Narinder opens his bottle and takes gulp of the wine. It did taste good. He haven't had Ambrosia in more than a thousand years, so this was a nice taste to have on his mouth again.
“Hey, nothing wrong with drinking like an animal.” They retorted with a smirk. “Especially when the wine's this good.”
They watched as Narinder took a gulp of the drink, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the cat's approval of it’s flavour.
“That was not a compliment.” The cat corrects them “You are wasting the drink letting it run down your chin.”
Lambert chuckled sheepishly realizing what the cat meant, wiping their chin clean with the back of their hand.
“Oops, my bad.” They said with a sheepish grin. “Guess I got a bit carried away.” They took another sip, this time more carefully, savoring the taste of the wine “There, no spills this time.” They said, raising the bottle in mock triumph “Happy now?”
“It's acceptable.” Narinder takes another sip.
Lambert nodded, taking another sip of his own Ambrosia.
“I'll take 'acceptable'.” They replied with a smirk “Considering the source, that's practically high praise. What do you think of the party so far?”
“I think nothing of this celebration, I'm merely here for the wine.” Narinder wanted his vessel to be quiet so he could enjoy the drink in peace.
The Lamb took another sip of the Ambrosia, enjoying the rich flavor.
“Well, if you're just here for the wine, then let's make the most of it.” They added, raising their bottle in a new silent toast.
The cat and lamb drink their bottles, than later another, and another, and one more...
As they continued to drink, Lambert found themself enjoying the presence of Narinder by their side, despite their diferences and the fact that Narinder didn’t speak much. With each bottle emptied, the tension between them seemed to ease, replaced by a shared sense of relaxation.
As The Lamb reached for another bottle, Lambert smiled at Narinder.
“To being good friends and even better wine.” They make another toast, drinking even more and trying to get the cat to talk a bit.
“Not your friend.” Narinder replies, his words a bit slower and dragged than usual. The wine doing it’s job “I'm still killing you in front of your followers one day.”
Lambert's smile faltered slightly at Narinder's words, the reminder of their turbulent relationship sobering them momentarily.
“Right, noted.” They replied, their tone tinged with resignation “But for tonight, let's just enjoy the wine and forget about all that, okay? Besides, who knows what the future holds? Maybe we'll end up being best buddies after all this.” They added with a drunken chuckle.
“I'd rather take my eyeballs out of its sockets with my own claws.” A low growl starts inside of his chest as in the distance he sees his siblings. Since they didn't have access to the Ambrosia, they were not inebriated, but they appeared to be having some kind of fun despite everything. And seeing them enjoying themselves, made his blood boil. Since his mind was clouded by the alcohol, he was about to give the first step to go there and reduce them to ashes.
Lambert noticed the change in Narinder's demeanor, following the cat's gaze, they saw his siblings in the distance. Realizing Narinder's intentions, the cult leader moved quickly, placing a hand on the cat's shoulder to stop him.
“Hold up, Narinder.” They said firmly, trying to keep their voice steady despite the alcohol swimming in their veins “I know you're pissed, but don’t do anything you might regret.” They say, trying to hold him back “Let's walk it off, cool down a bit. We'll deal with-”
Narinder pushes The Lamb away, that falls butt first on the grass from their drunkness. To their luck, as Narinder takes about five or six steps, he also falls on the grass. Both were too drunk. They sigh in relief.
“I guess we're both down for the count.” Lambert muttered, their words slurring slightly “Guess that's our cue to call it a night.”
Narinder growls at him with hate again. Trying to stand up, but the cult grounds were spinning around him. Luckly, no one was paying attention to any of them to see that. Lambert winced at Narinder's renewed hostility, feeling a pang of guilt for their drunken altercation. After all, they were the one that added Ambrosia to their night. They struggled to sit up, the world still spinning around as they tried to get steady. They slowly get close to the cat, trying not to fall again.
“Easy there, Narinder.” Lambert said, reaching out a hand to help the cat up “Let's take it slow. We're both too drunk to be fighting right now.”
Narinder slaps their hand away and stands up slowly on his own. Lambert withdrew their hand as Narinder slapped it, a pang of hurt flashing across their features before they masked it with a neutral expression. They watched silently as Narinder stood up on his own, giving the cat space to collect himself.
As The Lamb tried to walk away, they only noticed they lost their balance again when they fall back. Their back only does not hit the ground because Narinder caught them before it could happen.
“Thanks.” Lambert mumbled, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment “I guess I've had a bit too much for the night.”
With Narinder's support, Lambert managed to steady themselves, though they couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over them.
Narinder watches The Lamb's flushed face and stupid smile. He snorts.
“You can't even stand up.”
Lambert's embarrassment deepened at Narinder's observation, their cheeks growing even warmer as they tried to regain composure.
“Yeah, well, neither can you.” They retorted.
They attempted to stand on their own, swaying slightly before realizing they were still too unsteady. With a sheepish grin, Lambert relented, leaning on Narinder for support once more. Not that the cat was much better than them.
“Come on.” The cat says, taking slow steps towards the temple, helping Lambert while also leaning on them “You need rest. Not gonna let you die in a stupid party because you are drunk, I'm still the one who is going to end you.”
Lambert nodded, grateful for Narinder's support as they made their way towards the temple. Despite their drunken state, they couldn't help but appreciate the cat's concern for their well-being.
“Thanks, Narinder.” Lambert muttered, leaning on the cat for support as they walked “I appreciate it. And don't worry, I'm not planning on kicking the bucket anytime soon.”
With Narinder's help, Lambert managed to reach the temple safely, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over them as they entered. To Narinder's great distaste, The Lamb also couldn't properly walk up the stairs to their room in the attic of the temple.
“You really are pathetic.” He says as he supports The Lamb up stairs, trying hard for him himself to not roll down said stairs.
Lambert winced at Narinder's blunt assessment, feeling a pang of shame at their own inability to navigate the stairs. Despite their embarrassment, they were grateful for Narinder's help, realizing just how much they relied on the cat's support on that moment.
They finally reached the top of the stairs, relieved to have made it without any major mishaps. They reach The Lamb's room. Narinder takes a quick look around. He had never been there before. Lambert never has been so grateful for seeing their bed.
Narinder guided them to bed, Lambert flopped onto their bed, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath them as they finally allowed themselves to relax.
When the Lamb thrown themselves on bed tho, they accidentaly didn't let go of the cat's robes and end up bringing him down to bed with them. Narinder, who was also drunk, couldn't keep his balance and fell on bed with Lambert.
“Oops, sorry about that.” Lambert chuckled, their cheeks flushed with laughter as they tried to disentangle themselves from Narinder's robes.
The cat almost jumps away from the other.
“Stupid vessel!” Lambert could swear they saw Narinder's face blushing. He sits up better on the bed “Open the crown storage again and pass me another bottle!”
Lambert couldn't suppress a laugh at Narinder's reaction, the sight of the usually composed cat seemingly flustered by their proximity amusing them to no end. They quickly sat up on the bed – regretting it because the room spinned -, nodding in agreement.
“Sure thing.” Lambert replied, reaching for the Red Crown and opening the storage compartment. Retrieving another bottle of Ambrosia, passing it to Narinder with a grin. “Here you go.” Lambert said, amusement evident in their tone “Drink up, handsome.”
They didn't need to worry about standing up again since they were on bed already. But they couldn't help but to wonder about Narinder, since he still had to go down the stairs and walk all the way across the cult grounds back to his hut.
“You sure you'll be alright getting back to your place?” Lambert asked, their voice laced with genuine concern “I can help you if you want.”
“I've been worse, this is nothing.” He replies “And you can't walk at all.”
“Yeah, you're right.” Lambert admitted sheepishly, glancing down at their legs “Guess I'll be staying put for a while then.”
With a resigned sigh, Lambert settled more comfortable onto the bed, content to ride out the effects of the Ambrosia in the safety of their own room.
They stay drinking in silence for a few minutes, until loud laughter is heard outside along you the caracteristic sound of a couple making out close to the temple. The sharp hearing of both Narinder and Lambert couldn't help but to notice that. They exchanged a knowing glance with Narinder, both aware of what was happening outside.
“Well, sounds like the party's still going strong out there.” Lambert remarked with a chuckle, trying to mask their discomfort with casual conversation.
They took another sip of Ambrosia, the alcohol dulling their senses even more as they tried to focus on anything other than the sounds coming from outside.
“Your cultists have no decency at all.” Narinder says.
Lambert nodded in agreement, the disapproving tone in Narinder's voice was clear. Lambert couldn’t deny that Narinder was at least a little bit right. The followers were... well... it’s hard to find a single word that can describe them.
“Yeah, they can get a bit carried away sometimes.” They admitted, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at the behavior of their followers “They mean well, though.” Lambert added with a shrug, trying to defend their followers actions even as they acknowledged their lack of decorum.
“They better get a room. This is a cult, not a brothel.”
Lambert chuckled at Narinder's remark, nodding in agreement.
“You're right about that.” They replied, a hint of amusement in their voice “Maybe I should have a word with them tomorrow about boundaries.”
They took another sip of Ambrosia, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through their veins, content to leave the chaos outside for the time being since it was not causing any harm.
They don’t exchange words for a few instants.
“There was a wedding a few days ago right?” Narinder asks. His mind was clouded and he wanted to make sure he was not mistaken facts with his imagination.
Lambert nodded, recalling the recent wedding ceremony that had taken place within the cult.
“Yeah, there was.” They confirmed, their memory hazy from the effects of the Ambrosia “It was a beautiful ceremony, actually.”
Despite their drunken state, Lambert couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth at the memory of the happy occasion.
“You better not take a lover neither.” Narinder says out of no where, sipping from the Ambrosia again.
Lambert's eyes widened at Narinder's blunt declaration, surprise and amusement flickering across their features. They chuckled at the cat's unexpected warning, unable to resist a bit of teasing.
“Jealous, are we?” Lambert teased, their tone playful as they approached and leaned in closer to Narinder “Don't worry, you're the only one for me.”
With a wink, Lambert took another swig of Ambrosia, enjoying the playful banter between them despite the alcohol clouding their senses.
“W-wha- Vile lamb! It's not what I meant!” Narinder definitely blushed full red this time “A lover would only distract you from your obligations towards the cult!” Lambert see how the cat averted his gaze from them.
Narinder finished the remaining quarter of his bottle in one go after that. Lambert now had a question: Did Narinder ever thought about getting a lover himself? Well, he certainly could. He was handsome, and despite the flock being scared of him, Lambert had heard – read a few minds honestly speaking – some cultists did find the cat attractive and would be lovers with him if Narinder ever gave them the chance. Lambert couldn’t judge them tho, for themselves would be Narinder’s lover if the cat ever allowed them to be. For sometime, while they still were his vessel, they thought that maybe, after the cat was free... they could be in that place. But clearly Narinder had other plans to his freedom. Maybe they could be pushing a bit too much, but the good sense on their mind had left them about two or three wine bottle ago.
Lambert watched as Narinder finished his drink in one swift motion, sensing the tension lingering between them. Despite the alcohol dulling their senses, Lambert couldn't shake the nagging curiosity that had taken hold of their mind.
“Narinder.” Lambert began tentatively, their voice hesitant as they broached the subject “Have you ever thought about... finding someone for yourself?” They held their breath, waiting anxiously for Narinder's response, unsure of how he would react to their probing question.
The drunkness makes Narinder need some good instants to process the question. Once he does it, his eyes grow and he looks at The Lamb, who was very close to him now. He swallows a lump on his throat. Lambert notice his body language.
“W-what a stupid question...” He brings the bottle to his lips again, but it was empty already.
Lambert smirked at Narinder's reaction, the alcohol fueling their mischievousness as they leaned in closer. They could practically feel the tension crackling in the air between them, the intensity of the moment electrifying.
“Come on, Narinder.” Lambert teased, their tone playful as they reached out to gently take the empty bottle from his hand “No need to be shy. We're all friends here.” They flashed Narinder a cheeky grin, their heart pounding in their chest as they waited eagerly for his response.
“I-I'm not your-” Narinder's mind was so clouded right now, and the question caught him with his guard down. And he hated himself for stuttering too. Maybe the alcohol was way too much and was making Lambert way more bolder than the usual, but they always thought Narinder to be very handsome, even in the afterlife when he was in chains and was ten times The Lamb’s size. Clearly it was the Ambrosia speaking, - and maybe also encouraged by the ‘love sounds’ their followers were making outside just before – but The Lamb wanted nothing more than to make a move on the god and put their mouth on his.
Feeling emboldened by the alcohol coursing through their veins, and driven by the primal urge coursing through their veins, Lambert closed the gap completely, capturing Narinder's lips in a passionate kiss, their body igniting with desire as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
Narinder's mind seemed to melt completely. He puts his hands on The Lamb's chest to push them away and kill them next, but his arms don't have the strength to do it, and his mouth opens against his own will to reciprocate the kiss. He is torn between putting distance between them and staying there. Nothing was making sense, but his mouth worked just fine against Lambert's. Maybe the drunkenness and the lack of any kind of contact for more than a thousand years were making him not move away. The Lamb who was expecting to get punched in the face feel joy when their kiss is reciprocated, and they pull the cat closer to him.
The taste of Ambrosia was strong on their mouths. The world spins to both when Lambert holds Narinder and turns them on the bed, staying on top of the cat. Lambert found themselves on top of Narinder, their gazes locked in a heated exchange as they surrendered to the intoxicating passion between them. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other, the only thing that mattered now the connection between their bodies.
Narinder opens his eyes. What was he doing? Why was he allowing that? He must be really drunk to not eliminate The Lamb when they start kissing and nibbling at his neck and a hand slides into his robes to open them. Lambert on their turn, think that they are also very drunk to have the courage to actually make a move on the god of death like that.
As The Lamb finally opens and moves the cat's robes aside, Narinder finally is able to do something. He tightly grabs their fleece, they both look at each other for an instant. Lambert not knowing if Narinder wanted to remove the clothe, or if he wanted to strangle The Lamb with it. After a few seconds, the grip dies, and the cat lightly tugs at it in an attempt to remove it. Lambert help him to do it.
With a surge of arousal coursing through them, Lambert eagerly assisted Narinder in removing their clothes, the air around them burning with heat as they surrendered to the desire consuming them both.
Narinder touches The Lamb's wool. It was fluffy and warm, especially against himself. Lambert can’t help but to also take note that Narinder's fur was very soft and well taken care of. Lambert make their way down the cat's body with their mouth and hands. Exploring the god's body. They traced delicate patterns along his fur, their touch gentle yet eager as they worshipped the god before them.
As Narinder's fingers caressed Lambert's wool, a moan of pleasure escaped their lips, the sensation sending sparks of arousal coursing through their body. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Lambert trailed kisses and caresses down Narinder's body, kissing every curve and contour with fervent passion.
Narinder was breathing throught his mouth. Not panting, but clearly in need of more air than the usual. The room was still spinning around him because of the wine, but he looks down to see Lambert getting to his intimacy. He leaves a hand rest on the wool on top of their head. Narinder's breath quickened, his senses heightened by the intoxicating pleasure coursing through his body as Lambert explored his most intimate regions. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his mind, Narinder found himself acutely aware of every sensation and touch. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure.
Lambert gladly use their mouth to give pleasure to the former bishop. The barbed member of the cat felt different against their tongue and lips, but not a bad feeling at all. With each movement, they elicited a gasp of pleasure from Narinder, their own arousal building in tandem with his. Narinder tried to bit down on his lips, but the sounds were escaping him the same way. It's not like he never had intimacy before, but it's been more than a thousand years. And this mortal form was way more weak and sensitive to intimate touches. That realization crashes on Lambert's mind. They were going to be Narinder's first in a really long time. As the cat struggled to stifle his moans of pleasure, Lambert couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that they were the one bringing him such intense pleasure after so long.
Feeling Narinder's grip tighten on their wool, Lambert sensed that he was on the brink already. Lambert gently withdrew their mouth from Narinder's member, instead opting to press kisses along the shaft. They relished in the moment, savoring the anticipation of what was to come as they continued to lavish attention on Narinder's body.
The continued grip on their wool serving as a silent plea for more. Lambert reveled in the sensation of Narinder's body beneath their touch, their desire for him burning hotter.
The god was in another place right now. The effects of the intoxication along with the sensations The Lamb was bestowing upon him were overstimulating his senses. A low and gentle purr could be heard coming from him. Lambert in a kiss more close to the base of his shaft, noticed a certain wetness under there. They bring their hand to the area and is suprised to find out that the god had both genitals on his body. And the second one was dripping wet.
The sight sent a jolt of excitement coursing through Lambert's veins, their desire for him reaching new heights from that. With an eager anticipation, Lambert wasted no time in bringing their mouth to Narinder's wet intimacy, their tongue expertly tracing delicate patterns along the sensitive flesh. They were determined to lavish Narinder with every ounce of pleasure they could muster.
The moment the tongue moves with the strange combination of rough and soft on that area, the cat lets out a sound louder than all the others from before. He brings both hands to his mouth to try to muffle the loud sounds. Lambert is surprised by that.
Lambert pauses briefly, a wicked smile playing on their lips as they hear Narinder's loud, unrestrained moans. The sight of the god trying to muffle his sounds only spurs Lambert on, their determination to bring him to the edge growing stronger. With renewed fervor, Lambert dives back in, their tongue exploring every inch of Narinder's wet intimacy with relentless passion, their own desire fueling the intensity of their actions. They revel in the power they hold in this moment, eager to push Narinder to the brink of ecstasy.
As Lambert goes deeper with the tongue, Narinder practically jolts and arches his back.
Lambert quickly move to hold him in place, their hands gripping his hips firmly to keep him steady. With a wicked grin, Lambert continues their task with renewed enthusiasm, their tongue plunging deeper with each movement, determined to push Narinder to the brink of ecstasy. Despite Narinder's attempts to squirm, Lambert holds him firmly in place, but that still didn’t stop the god from practically squeeze The Lamb’s head between his tights at some point.
“T-Too much...!” Narinder almost isn't able to speak, he felt as if he couldn't breath at all from all of that. Lambert on the other hand didn't want to stop drinking from the god's taste, but they move their mouth from there, and licks their lips. Hungry for more. Narinder was definitely panting now.
Lambert pause, their gaze locking on Narinder's face as they take in his ragged breaths and flushed cheeks. As Narinder struggles to catch his breath, Lambert can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight of him like that. Despite their hunger for more, Lambert respect Narinder's limits.
While Narinder was panting, The Lamb can’t help but to feed their curiosity, with their hands, they spread a little the lips of the cat's private female area. What they see explains a lot and makes them surprised as much as it makes them salivate; an intact hymen. The god of death could have had lovers before, but that part of him was untouched. Lambert make a gutural hum sound upon the realization.
Well that certainly explained his jolt when they were eating him up. The cat never allowed anyone to do it before. Never. But the god of death allowed them to pleasure him. That made The Lamb proud and happy. Would the cat also allow them to... to be the first to claim him that way? To literally deflower death? They certainly wanted to do it. They long to explore every inch of Narinder's being, their desire burns hot as they lean in closer, their intentions clear as they kiss Narinder again.
Narinder was purring low again without even noticing. The feeling was indescribable. And he didn't even finished from that. Lambert touch his face gently. Upon breaking that heated kiss, Lambert boldly expresses their desire, gathering the courage to ask Narinder if they can take him in such a way. Their voice is laced with desire and anticipation as they whisper it next to Narinder’s ear that were dropping completely, their eyes smoldering with raw passion as they await Narinder's response, their heart pounding on their chest.
“Hum?” Narinder doesn't quite grasps what The Lamb said. He was at the peak of the intoxication effects and still having shivers from the oral pleasure The Lamb gave him, so he didn’t pay attention to them.
Lambert take a deep breath, their heart racing with nervous anticipation as they repeat their question to Narinder. Despite the fog of intoxication clouding Narinder's mind, Lambert's voice is clear and steady as they express their desire once more, they wait for Narinder's response.
The god of death would regret it deeply in the morning once he got sober, but he nods. The pleasure his vessel just gave him... he wanted more. Needed more. He gives the cult leader permission to do it. Lambert ears flip with excitement.
A wave of relief washes over Lambert as Narinder nods in agreement, their heart soaring with excitement at the prospect of taking Narinder that night. The responsability on The Lamb’s shoulders was big tho. Being the first to claim Narinder’s body like that, they had to be careful with the god’s first experience and make sure the older one was going to feel good and enjoy the act.
Narinder observes Lambert positioning themselves in between his legs, spreading them. Despite the drunken state he was in, Narinder's senses are heightened – opposite to his good sense tho – as he waits for Lambert, his heart beating at the prospect of what's to come.
Lambert position themselves intimately with Narinder, slowly, they begin to push in, their movements careful and deliberate as they seek to merge their bodies in the ultimate expression of intimacy.
Narinder is slightly brought back to reality from the painful feeling of stretching and from the volume making its way inside him deeper and deeper after The Lamb pushed a few inches inside him. His face contorts and his body tenses up. He is all contracted. And the pain intensifies. He lets out a yelp of pain at some point, and Lambert get worried.
Seeing Narinder’s discomfort, The Lamb pull out of him. Narinder complains in a grumble with pain once the shorter one withdraw themselves, he raises his upper body from the bed with help of his elbows and looks down with half lidded eyes, seeing his blood on Lambert's shaft. The sign that the god killer had taken his remaining purity. Lambert follows the cat's gaze.
Lambert takes a deep breath, their mind racing with thoughts as they search for the right words to say to Narinder. Still a little groggy, Narinder looks around. His hand reaches for The Lamb's forgotten Ambrosia bottle, he takes it, and downs the rest of the bottle in one go. And there was at least a little bit more than half of it left before he had taken it from its place. He let's his upper body fall back on the bed.
“Go on...” He tells Lambert.
With a faint nod, he encourages Lambert to continue, his voice barely above a whisper but the desire to continue was still there.
Despite any concerns that may linger in the back of Lambert's mind, they focus solely on fulfilling Narinder's wish. With desire and tenderness, they resume their intimate exploration. They push inside him again, this time, they are able to enter more easily. But it is still kind of uncomfortable to the older god. But certainly not as painful as the first try was.
“F-Fuck...!” Narinder lets the word escape him. Lambert looks at the cat. For him to curse like that, the sensations – they hoped it was not pain tho – must be intense. They decide to voice their worries. The cat tho, tells that he is fine.
Lambert feel the world around them spin again. They close their eyes and practically lay on top of Narinder, letting the full weight of his body over the cat, that lets another sound escape his lips.
Lambert bury their face on the crock of Narinder's neck. They were fully inside the cat and finally after giving him sometime to adjust, starts to move against him. Testing the first thrusts. Lambert begins to move with slow, tentative thrusts, testing the waters as they explore the depths of their connection. With each movement, they seek to find a rhythm that brings them both pleasure.
“Humpf!” Narinder groans with The Lamb's movements, his arms wrap around their body gripping his wool as if to keep himself anchored to the act and to give him some control over himself.
Feeling Narinder's arms wrap around them, Lambert's heart skips a beat as they revel in the sensation of his touch. They surrender to the absurd pleasure that courses through them. Narinder was not processing entirely the situation. Yes, he knew what was going on. Yes, he gave his consent. Yes, he WANTED what was going on. But he was not considering all the after things and possible consequences of the act, he was literally just letting it happen. Leting the horny desires of his body take control of his actions. The intoxication from the Ambrosia and pleasure all together made him a mess. The Lamb's hands grabbing his thighs, keeping his legs spread while he was starting to get pounded more hard and deep made him shiver. Lambert was making him feeling things that he never thought were possible to be felt. He never thought that something could reach so deep inside of himself.
The feeling of The Lamb's hard and hot shaft moving inside him, in and out with strength and speed was making him see stars in the corners of his vision. Or it could be the Ambrosia. Or both things. But the whimps were certainly from Lambert's doing. The carnal act was sinfully good. The cat could feel The Lamb hitting his core with every deep thrust. And the sound of the bell of Lambert’s collar right next to his ear with every movement was driving him crazy. That, and the sounds of delight Lambert was also making.
Narinder's cry of pleasure fills the air as Lambert's expert thrust hits just the right angle, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. His fur stands on end, a testament to the overwhelming sensation that threatens to take over him. Tears gather at the corners of his three eyes, and there was a bit of drool that also spills from one corner of his lips in that state of pure bliss. Lambert is struck by the sheer beauty of the cat.
He was so tight around them that it was almost painful. Sensing Narinder's impending release, Lambert quickens the pace of their movements, driving deeper into the god's quivering form. Each clench of Narinder's inner walls sends waves of pleasure coursing through Lambert's body, urging them onward as they both approach the ecstasy. The tension between them builds to a crescendo, pushing them closer to the edge of their lovemaking.
And then, Narinder's interior practically crushes Lambert inside him, and the God lets a loud yelp leave him, his body practically convulses on the bed under The Lamb. He orgasms heavily, his barbed member releasing his pleasure on both himself and Lambert, and his other intimacy leaking amounts of juices while it contracted non-stop around The Lamb. And that, was enough to make Lambert roll their eyes and growl, also reaching their limit inside the cat. Depositing their essence deep inside the aching and pulsating canal.
Narinder's fur was standing up. He was panting hard, sweating, his body shivering and legs shaking like crazy. And the feeling of Lambert's hot and thick release so deep in him sent him up the heavens again. If he had a second orgasm from that alone, he couldn't tell, his body was not registering things anymore. Lambert were on cloud nine from that as well. They were having goosebumps all over their body.
Lambert and Narinder remain tangled together. The sensation of Narinder's trembling legs against them only served to deepen their bond, each moment etching itself into their memories. Both were trying to catch their breaths, basking in the after glow. When both fell asleep, neither was sure. Everything was clouded from the Ambrosia and the bliss of the intense sex they had.