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Esriaal had performed this ritual a few times before. The Rite of Lust wasn't exactly their idea of a good time, since they weren't comfortable with the idea of sleeping with one of the followers, but it was a good time for most people, and it was a good boost for those who were hoping to start or grow a family. Esriaal still wasn't sure what about it was all that sinful – it wasn't against any of their teachings – but it was simple enough to simply pick a follower at random, subtly absorb the Sin, and go on with their life.
Mostly. Something had gone wrong. Not a catastrophe, per se, but certainly a migraine. It had exploded, for lack of a better word. Esriaal had no chance to choose one of the followers to absorb the Sin from – too much had welled up all at once, several followers instantly teetering on the edge of damnation. The only saving grace, if it could be called that, was that the rite’s intended effect had been equally intense, and so very few people noticed the risk of damnation when everyone who was present had to handle a nigh on debilitating horniness. Hell, it was so strong even Esriaal was feeling it, albeit much less strongly.
They'd spent the past few hours splitting their time between tracking down followers with dangerously high levels of Sin to absorb it, and trying to keep their increasingly rowdy cult under control. There hadn't been any consent problems that they knew of, yet, though Esriaal was uncomfortably aware that was probably only true because they had warned the entire present congregation that anything – and they did mean anything – nonconsensual would end in the pillory for a week at the kindest and summary execution at the most severe. They'd announced this while the Red Crown was helpfully the Red Axe in their hands, taller than they were. It had gotten the message across.
Consent was a fickle thing at the moment, and they had the feeling there would be a lot of hurt feelings, confusion, and requests for morning after herbs for the next few days. They'd apologise, personally tend to everyone's needs in the aftermath; it was the least they could do. That didn't mean it wasn't exhausting to contemplate, particularly when their own horniness was looming over them.
When they'd finally finished absorbing the errant Sin, they'd gathered a significant amount, and expelled most of it for collection – but there was enough left over to be uncomfortable, so close to enough that it was maddening but not crossing the threshold. It wasn't helping their horniness, either – if anything it was intensifying it, and Esriaal was more or less certain that if they could absorb that last little speck of Sin needed to remove it from themself, they'd orgasm from the relief.
There was nothing they could do but retreat, so with the cult more or less at a stable level of lust (heightened though it was), Esriaal withdrew. If they didn't, people were going to keep hitting on them, and Esriaal wasn't sure they were going to be strong enough to refuse.
They had to sneak around a bit, going the long way around the temple grounds so as to avoid the majority of the followers, which led them past the more distant cottages – the ones belonging to those followers who wanted more solitude. They'd all been empty when Esriaal passed through earlier, and so Esriaal assumed that would still be the case – but then they walked past one cottage in particular and flinched as they were hit with the sense of Sin. A lot of it. Fuck, someone else was on the verge of damnation, they could have sworn they'd gotten everyone –
They darted towards the cottage and yanked the door open before they could register whose cottage it was, only to skid to a stunned stop when they rushed inside. It was Narinder, currently slumped against the wall, barely standing, heaving for air and shaking all the while. His fur was already black, but it shimmered now like light off black oil, and when his head snapped around all three eyes were voids, his pupils like red crosses and dilating as his gaze landed on them. Fuck, he wasn't on the verge of damnation, he was already damned.
‘Lamb,’ he rasped, and they flinched. His voice sounded damned, but it was too lucid at the same time. Too aware. ‘Lamb, I am sorry –’
They yelped as he lunged at them, grabbing them and yanking them over, and they might have stabbed him on instinct if his mouth hadn’t landed on theirs like a stone falling from the sky.
The Sin that was built up inside them, as well as the rite’s influence on their libido, instantly snapped through any prospect of self control or resistance. Esriaal moaned before they could stop themself, arousal spiking through all their nerves with the force of an exploding sun. Narinder moaned back, voice wrecked and ruined by his own damnation, paws groping them needily as if unable to focus on any single touch. Esriaal was no better, flinging their arms around his neck and bearing him backwards; he staggered back and thumped against the wall, but all that did was give the two of them some source of support. He was leaning back, moving his legs forward, because Esriaal was quite literally climbing him. Their legs were now around his waist, his paws gripping their ass and squeezing the cheeks, as the two of them rocked their crotches together.
Fuck. Fuck, they needed him. This wasn't fair – they'd wanted him forever and they’d accepted that there was no chance of it – and now they were going to get what they wanted in the way they could have never wanted it. They wouldn't be able to stop in this state, and neither would he.
‘Lamb,’ he was moaning into their mouth, and they hated the sound because it was almost enough to make them come on its own, and they would have given anything to hear the sound elsewhere. ‘Lamb, I –’
‘Don't,’ they panted, and he flinched. ‘Just fuck me, Narinder, I need you to fuck me –’
Narinder whimpered, cross-shaped pupils bigger than before, and guilt flared in Esriaal as they realised he’d been holding on – damned and cursed with uncontrollable lust, and he’d still tried anyway. Now he was broken, because Esriaal couldn't resist him. ‘I am going to ruin you,’ he rumbled, paralysing every part of Esriaal save for their rolling hips. ‘I cannot – fuck, Lamb, I cannot stop – mine, you are mine –’
He turned and slammed them against the wall, and all Esriaal could do was moan. Narinder pinned them there with his body as he ripped open his robes, still snarling under his breath. ‘You are mine,’ he growled at them, and they whined as he fumbled his cock between their pussy’s lips, beneath their cock. ‘I can take this no longer – you are mine, I will make you mine, you belong to me, I am going to take you over and over until you admit it –’
‘Fuck me!’ they begged. His cockhead was against their hole, broad and heated – then he began to push inside, and Esriaal's mind broke more fully than even their heart. ‘Fuck, Narinder, right there – oh fuck, your cock – Narinder, please!’
He growled at them, practically feral, and they choked on a pleasured scream as he rammed his cock the rest of the way inside, the nubs studding his shaft dragging over their sensitive walls. It felt so good that they were babbling incoherently, begging for him to move with nonsense syllables as he bottomed out.
‘Mine,’ he snarled at them, and they almost came from the first hard thrust. ‘My Lamb, my vessel – there will be nothing left of you save that which is mine – I will have you or I will die trying –’
It was too much for them. ‘I'll ruin you first,’ they growled back, as nearly feral as he was, teeth sharp in their mouth and little sparks of red static flickering up from their wool. They were bucking their hips in time; Narinder wasn't talking for the moment, focussed on being the best thing to ever happen to their pussy, but his ears were pricked forward to listen to them, his little noises greedy and desperate. ‘Don't stop – if you stop I'll tear you apart, so fuck me until you don't have anything left, do you fucking understand me?’
The divine authority rumbling through their demand hit him hard, leaving him to gasp as the rhythm of his movements stumbled. ‘Never,’ he swore, gripping them so hard it hurt, but it hurt so good, and Esriaal wasn’t sure they wouldn’t actually try to tear him apart if this was over before they got what they wanted. ‘I would rather die than stop before I – vessel – fuck , vessel –!’
He slammed himself into them, rocking frantically as he grabbed their cock. They came with a strangled whimper three strokes later, cum splashing onto Narinder's robes as their cunt squeezed his dick with merciless pulses, dragging out his orgasm as assuredly as it dragged out theirs.
Then the first speck of Sin followed the pleasure, and Esriaal was lost.
They came, over and over. There was so much Sin inside of Narinder – they had no idea how the hell he had this much and wasn't dead, but it didn't matter, because it was there for Esriaal to claim. His face was buried in their neck, whimpering from time to time as he came from the Sin Esriaal was all but ripping out of him. They just clung to him with their legs and their arms, head tilted back against the wall and gasping for air as they absolved him.
When they could open their eyes, they flinched, because it was darkening outside. It shouldn't have taken so long that twilight fell while the two of them… did whatever what just happened could be called. Esriaal didn’t know. Neither ‘having sex’ or ‘fucking’ seemed to really encompass the actual energy of it. It had been hot as hell, though, they knew that.
‘Lamb?’ Narinder said, and they jolted. He was doing a decent job of trying to hide it, but Esriaal wasn't sure anyone could have hidden that much despair. ‘Lamb, I…’
Hell. Right. He didn't actually want them back. This was the rite.
‘It's okay,’ they said, voice hoarse. They started to pet his shoulder on instinct, and made themself continue even when he tensed up. ‘I promise it's okay, Narinder. You needed this. If I’d known what you needed, I would have offered this anyway.’ Eagerly, in fact. Desperately, because the guilt would haunt them forever but at least they'd gotten to have him once.
‘You should have let me be damned,’ he said, slumped against them still. ‘It would have been better than what I have done. Now we both have to live with what lives within you.’
‘Wait, what?’ they said, taken off guard.
‘I have bred you, Lamb,’ he whispered, and they flinched. ‘No one should have to suffer little ones born from this, to say nothing of the suffering the little ones will endure – hell, and your lambs, the first sheep born from this, made of this – what have I done –?!’
‘Narinder,’ they cut through before he could keep spiralling into despair, and hugged him tightly. ‘I'm not pregnant.’
‘What do you mean?’ he asked, cautious.
‘I can only lamb in spring,’ they said firmly. ‘I can't get pregnant right now – trust me, I would've known by the time I was sacrificed.’
Narinder was silent. Shaking. ‘I have not bred you?’ he asked, and they'd never heard him so vulnerable. So fragile. Fuck, this was really bad. Except for the part where it had kind of been the best thing to ever happen to them, but that was beside the point.
‘You haven't,’ they confirmed, shoving away their own feelings on the matter. ‘You literally can't. And even if you could, there's herbs I can take, so don't worry about that. You needed this. How did you get that much Sin, anyway?’
‘I know not,’ he admitted, still shaking, but his relief was palpable. ‘I had none when the rite concluded, but it has grown in the time since; far more than I should have been able to contain. It sensed the Sin you had gathered, and I could not control myself. Like calls to like.’ He hesitated. ‘I am sorry, Lamb.’
‘You didn't have a choice,’ they pointed out. Their fingers had moved from his shoulder to his neck at some point, petting his fur; it was very light, as if he was trying to hide it, but he was purring.
‘Neither did you,’ he said. ‘And for that, I am sorry.’
‘It's okay,’ they said, because what they wanted to do was kiss his head, and that was the worst possible thing they could do right now. ‘Here, let me get down, we'll clean ourselves up, and you can rest. We'll talk tomorrow when we've had time to calm down about it, but I'm not mad, and I don't blame you. Alright?’
He nodded, moving to carefully slide his soft cock free of their pussy and set them down on their hooves. Esriaal chose to focus on helping him clean up – to focus on anything, really. So long as it wasn't the unspeakable eroticism of his cum dripping out of their hole and down the wool of their thighs, anyway, or the echoes of growled ecstatic claims in their ears.
They went back to their tent, put down a silencing ward so no one could hear what happened inside it, kicked out the (grateful) Red Crown, and then promptly fucked their own fingers not once but three times until they shouted his name, Narinder's cock vivid in their mind and present in its phantom echoes of pleasure. They felt guilty about it, but they knew they'd be getting off to the memory for the rest of existence. Might as well get used to it.
They felt at least partially sated by the time two in the morning had come and gone, and had begun to drift off into what they could only assume would be an unacceptably sexy dream when there was a knock at the tent pole. They dragged themself up out of bed, grumbling as they pulled on a fleece, then went to the tent flap – only to freeze upon opening it.
‘We have a problem,’ Narinder said calmly, at complete odds with his blackened eyes and oilslick iridescence of his fur. Not damned yet, but it wouldn't be long.
‘Yeah,’ they said faintly, then shook it off, refocussing. ‘Come on, we shouldn't talk out here –’
They pulled him into their tent, glancing around before closing the tent flap and tightly securing it, making sure the ward was as strongly anchored as they thought it was.
‘A privacy ward?’ he commented casually as he peered at the canvas walls of the tent and Esriaal headed towards the lantern on their desk. ‘I would not have expected one so strong to be a permanent feature.’
‘I like my privacy,’ they lied with a shrug, turning the lantern on and dimming it. ‘Tell me what's going on, it doesn't look like we have a lot of time – you should have come to me sooner.’
‘I was waiting until I was least likely to be seen,’ he huffed. ‘It is best that this is kept as discreet as possible. The Sin began to gather again, not an hour after you departed. I know not exactly where it is coming from – I am very likely producing some Sin on my own, but not at this rate. The only reasonable suspicion I have is that because my soul was previously shaped for divinity, the Sin is following the path of least resistance. You did not have a chance to choose the receptacle of the ritual, after all.’
‘Right,’ Esriaal said, trying to hide just how much his voice was having an effect on them. Fuck. They hadn't realised how powerful a lure it would be, just listening to him speak. ‘That makes sense, yeah.’
He nodded as if correctness was his by rights. ‘Without divinity I cannot dispel the Sin myself, however, else I would do so. I fear this build up shall continue to be the case until the rite’s effect wears off two days hence.’
…oh.
Oh no.
‘Well, guess it's a good thing I've got the privacy ward,’ they said bracingly, instead of moaning and demanding he rip his robes off. ‘You're, um. You're okay with this? Assuming that’s what you're here about.’
A subtle tension left his frame. ‘Yes. Though it would not be my first choice, it would be both safer and easier if I can… regularly deposit the building Sin. I do not believe it wise to wait until I am about to be damned.’
‘Good call,’ Esriaal said weakly. In their defence, they'd just been told they'd be spending the next two days frequently fucking Narinder, who'd been the secret object of their affections for, oh, only a few decades. Maybe even before they’d fought him, they had no idea. Fuck, it was going to take every ounce of control they had to not give their feelings away. ‘So, um. Should we…?’
He nodded, and then neither of them moved. Esriaal had no idea how to initiate this in a way that wouldn't make their feelings excruciatingly clear, but since Narinder didn't look inclined to helpfully leap across the tent and kiss them to get it started, this one was kind of in their court.
‘Is it so disquieting?’ he asked, and they jerked. ‘I am unsurprised. After earlier…’
‘What? No, it's not that,’ they said hastily, shaking their head. ‘It's just that it's been a while and I'm out of practice, that's all. I'm not really sure where to start.’ Technically not a lie, even.
Narinder lifted an eyebrow. ‘It has been aeons for me, and even I know it generally starts with a kiss,’ he mocked. Esriaal almost snapped at him before they realised what he was doing. ‘Surely you recall how one works.’
They rolled their eyes and huffed, pretending to be baited. ‘If you want one so bad, you could come over and kiss me yourself, instead of making me do all the work,’ they complained with what they hoped was enough insincere indignation that he'd know they were kidding. From the muffled snort, he did.
‘Do you not think me worth the work? I would have thought you at least wise enough to recognise when something good is before you,’ he tutted, but held out his paw. Despite his tone, he was cautiously studying their face.
‘You're putting an awful lot of words in my mouth,’ they replied, taking his paw and letting him carefully tow them over. ‘I'd prefer your dick, but I'll settle for your tongue.’
He jolted, but it was as a little laugh escaped him. After the day they'd had, Esriaal was happy to declare that a miracle, and pulled him down to a kissing height. When their lips met his, though, both of them went still as the Sin within him made its presence known – not so much an identity as an aura, and one that was instantly focussed on Esriaal like a predator on prey.
‘Fuck,’ Narinder mumbled, taking Esriaal off guard, then yanked them closer.
Esriaal didn't have the excuse of a build up of Sin this time, so they resolved to blame their immediate enthusiasm on the Rite itself. They hooked their arms around his neck and pressed him backwards, Narinder’s steps graceless and uneven. In his defence, he was currently all but fucking Esriaal's mouth with his tongue, kissing them so fiercely and deeply that they were barely managing to breathe. That stopped for a moment when he stumbled into their bed, breaking the kiss with a shout of surprise as he toppled backwards and thumped onto the quilt. Esriaal was already dropping to straddle his hips, pulling his robes open with more force than was strictly necessary, but they didn't care; a few seconds later his cock was beside theirs, the two of them grinding against the other. His paws were on their ass, squeezing the soft fat with gleeful greed as he made them rub even harder against him. ‘Mine,’ he panted just like last time, and Esriaal couldn't choke back their moan. ‘My vessel, you are mine , do you understand –’
‘Fuck,’ they whined, throwing their head back. Figuring they could give in this much, they rose up onto their knees, fighting his grip to do so.
‘Where the hell do you think you are going, vessel?’ he snarled. It probably shouldn't have been a thing they were into, but they really were – especially when he cut his snarl back into a whimper as they grabbed his cock.
‘Wherever the hell I want,’ they snapped back. ‘Now fuck me until I'm dripping with your cum again or I swear I'll snap your neck –’
He moaned harshly as they moved his cock to their hole, and they cried out in bliss as he yanked them back down and shoved his hips up at the same time. He rammed his textured cock into their cunt until he had no more cock to give, the nubs along his shaft rubbing with an overwhelming friction. He was so much, so wonderfully much, and they were already rubbing against him, grinding down onto his cock inside of their body.
‘Come on,’ they demanded, clutching his paws where he was holding onto their hips. ‘Fuck me like you mean it – ruin me if you can –’
‘You beg so prettily, vessel of mine,’ he said, which took them off guard enough to give them some lucidity back – that was much less feral than they'd expected. They didn't have long to question it, because that was when he lifted them up before slamming them back down.
With the privacy ward up and the rite to blame, Esriaal was free to be shameless, since they had excuses to give Narinder. They writhed in his grip, riding his cock for all they were worth, their own cock bouncing with each rise and fall; they cursed him and praised him, showering him in dire warnings and impassioned pleas for more. He was no better, all but animal beneath them, wild and heedless in the way they craved most. He was speaking, but they didn't know the language. The possessive repetition and greedy moans communicated the meanings nevertheless.
When he jammed them down, cum spurting into their pussy at the same time as the first wave of Sin hit them, Esriaal screamed. There really wasn't another word; the pleasure broke them, just enough Sin flooding their soul to allow them to expel it with a gasp before collapsing forward, barely catching themself on their hands and gasping for air. They were a god, this should have taken less out of them – but here they were, wrecked and ruined in the best possible way.
‘You are alright?’ Narinder panted, voice uncertain, the soft black fur of his stomach spattered with their cum. Right. Right, he was just here because of the damnation – thank fuck he'd said something again before Esriaal did something stupid, like kiss him.
‘Yeah, I'm fine,’ they said, and he relaxed. ‘You?’
‘Empty of Sin for now,’ he said, which wasn't the question they were actually asking, but they didn't push. ‘Though I wish to apologise. I know not what comes over me, but the things I say –’
‘I'm pretty sure it's the rite, I'm saying weird stuff too,’ they lied smoothly, and he nodded with relief. ‘Are you staying?’
They hadn't meant to ask that, and from the shocked look on his face, he hadn't expected to hear it. To their shock, he then replied, ‘Given the speed with which it has built up, that may be the wisest course – though I know not how wise it is in terms of optics. The other followers…’
‘I have to do damage control when this is over anyway, don't worry about it,’ they said bracingly. ‘We won't be the only two doing things we normally wouldn't, so you might as well stay over the next few nights until this is over. You don't have to stay near me during the day if you don't want, I'll try to stay available so you can come find me when it's building up again.’
‘A sound plan,’ he said, relieved. He helped them up, sliding his cock out of their pussy, and Esriaal again tried not to overfocus on the cum trickling out of them. ‘Though it may be best to keep some distance between us on the bed – in the past, I had a tendency to… cling,’ he said, ears tilted back at the admission.
‘That's fine, don't worry if you do,’ they said, waving a hand. That was better than how they wanted to demand he cuddle them. ‘Let's just clean up, go to bed, and try to make it through the next few days.’
He nodded, and so Esriaal went to do that, telling themself it would be okay.
Over the following two days, Esriaal and Narinder fucked a lot. Even if they hadn't wanted to, the Sin would have required it; whatever the hell was going on with Narinder hadn't abated one little bit. Which wasn't great, but Esriaal would be lying if they said they didn't welcome the resulting opportunities to fuck Narinder every few hours. This was the only chance they'd ever get to do it. Might as well make it count, and boy did they ever.
Each time, no matter how low the Sin within him was, he was reduced to that near-feral possessiveness, clutching them close and claiming them with such ferocity that it broke their brain. When he wasn't busy breaking under their hands as they claimed him for their own, at any rate. Since the rite had ended up with a few other couples developing some mutually extremely possessive behaviours, Esriaal was confident they could get away with claiming it was the rite’s fault.
They just kind of wished it hadn't crept into their behaviours outside of sex, or into Narinder's. He kept them close company, which was wonderful both because they liked his company and also because it meant easy access for fucking. The less fortunate part was that the two of them were always at least within the general vicinity of one another, and they weren't the only ones caught up in the rite’s consequences.
At least Esriaal wasn't the first one to snap at someone else propositioning one of them, which would have been really bad for their image to do unprovoked/without an established reason. No, that honour went to Narinder, who made it extremely clear what he thought of someone hitting on Esriaal at the moment.
‘I appreciate the offer, Arnoar,’ Esriaal had been saying to one of the followers who'd approached them to ask if they might be interested in spending some private time together. They were hoping to let him down gently; the raccoon was a nice fellow, part of the cult since he was a cub, and he was going to die of embarrassment when this all passed as it was. ‘But my answer is no. I'm busy, and I'm not interested in that kind of thing at the moment.’
‘At the moment?’ Arnoar said hopefully, and Esriaal sighed internally. He set his hand on their arm, they went to shake it off with a bit of exasperation –
Then Esriaal flinched as Arnoar’s hand was slapped away, hard, and the poor raccoon was left to stagger back with a startled cry. At the same time, they felt a familiar presence move to stand behind them, close enough to touch.
‘Your god told you no,’ Narinder said coldly, all but looming over Esriaal. When they turned to look up at him in surprise, his irises were glinting an alarming red, as well as faintly glowing. ‘You will obey your god's word, without question, or there will be consequences.’
It wasn’t a truly godly rumble, the way Esriaal could use, but it certainly sounded like it was, even if it didn't hold the same divinely powered authority. Arnoar had nodded mutely and skittered off. Narinder had realised what he'd just done and began to apologise, but Esriaal wasn't hearing it. They just unceremoniously dragged him back to their tent and enthusiastically fucked him until the red light in his eyes was replaced with lazy satisfaction.
Narinder had the excuse of Sin influencing his behaviours. Esriaal didn’t have that excuse, knew they should be in control of themself, and tried valiantly to be so. That only lasted a few hours after the Arnoar incident.
Esriaal was working on some schedules for work rotations, and Narinder was working on a flower bed a few feet away from the bench they sat on (he'd taken to gardening pretty well once he was freed from the Below, for some reason, and they'd never gotten around to asking why.) They distantly noticed a lynx follower named Jaryn walking over and striking up a conversation, so they twitched their ear in that direction. Their absent notice of her presence instantly contracted to keen, furious awareness when they heard her say, ‘Come on, not even for a little while? I heard what happened with Arnoar, you have to be pretty keyed up.’
‘It is no business of yours one way or the other,’ Narinder replied, irritated. ‘I am not interested.’
‘You don't have to –’
Both Narinder and Jaryn nearly leapt out of their fur when Esriaal slapped down the papers they were holding onto the stone bench, that slap cracking loud enough to echo. ‘He said he's not interested, Jaryn,’ they snapped at her, teeth feeling pointed in their mouth. ‘Didn't he?’
‘But Leader –’
Their teeth sharpened, red static beginning to arc from their wool. ‘Didn't he, Jaryn.’
‘He did, Leader,’ she said, ears flat and thoroughly cowed.
‘Yes, he did. Now you're going to respect that and leave us alone, aren't you?’ they said, and she nodded silently. ‘Great! Go do that.’
‘Of course,’ she said, then turned and fled at top speed. They’d sighed in relief, only to realised Narinder was staring at them, speechless – and then they actually processed what they'd just done.
‘Oh, shit,’ they said, horrified, starting to stand up. ‘I'm sorry, I shouldn't have – shit, I have to go find her and apologise, I –’
Narinder hadn't said anything further. He’d just scrambled to his paws, irises glowing and sclera growing darker, and snatched up their wrist before hauling them into the nearest building. They didn't care which one, since once they were there, he bent them over for what was an incredibly ruthless and extremely welcome pounding.
After that, smart or not, Esriaal didn't bother feeling bad for their possessive, snapping warnings. Narinder was doing the same thing and seemed into it, at least in the current circumstances.
Mid-morning on the third day, however, something weird happened: Narinder didn't fuck them. Another follower, this time a squirrel named Trear, had hit on him with surprising stubbornness. It took Esriaal physically moving to stand between the two of them, sparking with static and sharp teeth bared, for the bastard to leave. Like Esriaal expected, Narinder dragged them off, but instead of fucking them once they were in private, he'd instead dropped to his knees. It was as ferocious and greedy as all the times before, sure, but they hadn't expected him to suck their cock into his mouth and urge them to freely fuck his face while he jacked himself off. Every time before this had ended up with his beloved cock in their pussy, but since the Sin apparently emptied into them whether or not his cum was currently stuffed inside of them, it was alright. And hot. It was extremely hot, and without hesitation they returned the favour a few hours later, rubbing their clit and stroking their dick at the same time as he fucked their throat.
They weren't sure what it meant, though. The Rite of Lust was pretty emphatically about mating, even if the two of them physically couldn't at the moment, and they hadn't seen anyone else that they’d accidentally walked in on doing anything other than mating. It was starting to wane for everyone at last, thank fuck, but all it did was leave Esriaal more confused. Each time they were still collecting way more Sin from him than he could produce on his own, but he was acting… different. Still possessive, still fierce, but less mindless. He taunted them, but it was no longer solely about claims or what he'd do; he praised them in clearer ways for how they begged him, begged them in turn as shamelessly as he demanded more. His paws roamed more freely, to places that weren't erogenous but still felt nice. In their last fuck of the night on the last day, he'd somehow managed to be both aggressive and almost… tender.
The next morning, when Esriaal woke up, the rite was completely over; they could feel it in the air, and Narinder's presence behind them radiated no sense of Sin whatsoever.
He'd ended up cuddling them both of the prior nights, though by the time Esriaal woke up it was instantly tossed aside in favour of getting Esriaal ass up, and the second time he fucked them so hard that they bit through the pillow trying to muffle their broken scream of pleasure. This time, however, he was still breathing slowly. He had one arm around their waist and his face tucked into the wool at the back of their head, fast asleep. It was so nice that Esriaal chose to close their eyes again, pretend this could be theirs, that this wasn't already over. They'd mostly drifted off by the time he began to move, but even when half asleep, Esriaal felt a pulse of mourning. This was it. This was done.
He pulled his arm away from their loose hold, Esriaal pretending to still be asleep, and then he sat up slowly. He didn't move, however. Then his paw settled on the wool of their head, light as a ghost’s kiss.
‘I suppose this will have to be enough for me,’ he murmured to himself, so quiet Esriaal almost didn't hear it. ‘I was not so selfish as to ruin you. I can take comfort in that, as I cannot have you, nor anything else.’
He pulled his paw away, beginning to get up – but froze as Esriaal rolled over and grabbed it, heart beating too fast in their chest. Hope and fear were twin forces within them, each wearing the other’s face, and in light of the maelstrom that was their heart, their voice sounded tiny. ‘Please don't go.’
‘What?’ he said, voice a little hoarse. It was too dark for them to see him properly, though they knew he'd see them well enough as they squeezed their eyes shut.
‘Please don't go,’ they said again. ‘You don't have to stay, if you don't want to. But I'd… I'd like it if you did. Stay, I mean.’
‘After what I have done?’
They opened their eyes again. ‘What do you mean?’
His eyes reflected the low light in the tent, at least until he looked away. ‘I should go.’
‘You don't sound like you want to.’
‘What I want is irrelevant,’ he replied. ‘I am doing what is right.’
‘Why?’ they said, and he twitched as they wove their fingers through his. ‘It sounds like you want to stay. I want you to stay. What's wrong with that?’
‘You should not. The last three days were nothing we chose, let alone desired,’ he said, so neutral it was toneless. ‘It was necessity, nothing more. Do not feel obligated to that which you did not want.’
Esriaal bit their lip. ‘Narinder, I wanted it.’
‘The Rite of Lust –’
‘I wanted it before then,’ they interrupted, and his breath caught. ‘I didn't say anything. I've felt that way for a while, though. If you're worried about taking advantage of me or something, you really weren't.’ They swallowed, looking down at where they held his limp paw. ‘It was kind of the other way around. It's not like whatever was happening with the Sin was your choice.’
‘That is not completely true,’ he said, and they blinked at their hands before looking up. ‘The first time was… involuntary, yes,’ he said, not looking at them. ‘That is not to say it was unwanted. Had someone else walked through the door, I do not think it would have happened. It was you, however. The Sin wanted to be free, and I wanted you. I could not stop myself, even knowing what I thought the consequences must be.’
Esriaal took a deep breath, then pulled on his hand. ‘Come back down here,’ they urged when he looked at them. ‘What you were scared of didn't happen, we both wanted to fuck, and we both want to be here now that it's over. Why do we have to pretend otherwise and be miserable? Isn't it better to figure it out together?’
‘Not if I am an uncomfortable reminder,’ he said quietly.
‘Of what, the past few days?’ they said, a little disbelieving. ‘The hottest three days of my entire life?’
‘What,’ he said, staring at them.
‘Please tell me you're not trying to leave because you think the last seventy-two hours have been anything less than the sexiest ones I've ever lived,’ they said, exasperated. He twitched. ‘Do you really think I could fake that kind of thing?’
‘I thought – the Rite –’
Esriaal covered their face with their free hand. ‘Well. It wasn't. I was using it as an excuse to be really slutty about it, that's all,’ they said, a little mortified. ‘I didn't expect it, sure, but I could've told you that it would hit all my buttons. I wasn't faking, and just because the rite made me more horny doesn't mean it changed the way I was horny.’
He didn't say anything. It went on long enough that Esriaal had to say something, or they thought they might die.
‘Okay, well. It sounds like that part wasn't anything you wanted,’ they said, letting go of his hand as he flinched, still not uncovering their face. ‘Don't worry about that, it doesn't actually change anything about whether or not I want you to stay for a little while longer –’
‘Lamb,’ he interrupted in a voice so calm it was ominous. ‘Is the privacy ward still in effect?’
They blinked at their palm. ‘Um. Yes?’ they said, finally dropping their hand – only to freeze at the paralysing intensity of his hungry gaze.
‘Good. It would be best to keep that as a permanent installation,’ he said, confusing them further. ‘It will see a great deal of use for the foreseeable future.’
They didn't have time to reply, because he was already moving, shoving them down onto the bed and pushing their legs apart to kneel between them. Esriaal’s brain took a few seconds to catch on, but their body was instantly on board, spreading their own legs wider as they yanked him down atop them.
His kiss was exactly as greedy and forceful as it had been when he was full of Sin, snatching up their wrists and pinning both to the bed. Esriaal could've broken free easily, but they didn't want to; they wanted to arch beneath him and grind their cock against his own, sucking his tongue into their mouth and pushing their tongue into his, and so they did. He groaned like a broken creature as they did, only breaking the kiss off to drop his head beneath their chin, to their neck. Their wool was thinnest near their scar, and they cried out when he bit them – not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. ‘Mine,’ he panted as the two moved together, and Esriaal didn't know the name of the noise that left them, just that it made his hips jerk out of rhythm. His voice was no longer damned, but carried a different, intoxicating possessiveness instead. ‘You are mine, my vessel – I will have you and no other, I will have you or die trying –’
‘Fuck, Narinder, I can't take it,’ they panted as he bit them again, the pain like lightning in their nerves but too good to hurt. ‘Come on, fuck me, we can go slow later or something – oh fuck!’
He bitten them again, and this time drew blood. They moaned as he licked the light bite mark. ‘I will go as fast or as slow as I please, vessel of mine,’ he taunted. Hell. That was going to be a sex thing from now on, they could just tell.
‘I'm gonna come first at this rate and then I'm making you wait,’ they snapped back, and his breath stuttered in his chest. ‘I'm serious, Narinder, fuck me right now or I'm not letting you fuck me at all for the next decade.’
‘You would not last a week,’ he mocked, but it was a token attempt, given he'd flinched and immediately let go of their wrist so he could move his cock into position.
‘That's still wasting a week we could have spent fucking,’ they retorted, legs spread so far apart it ached, canting their hips up as he set himself against their hole. ‘Now, Narinder, right fucking now –’
He cursed in some language they didn't know, pushing in just enough to be sure he wouldn't slip out, then grabbed them by the waist and rammed himself inside. Without the Rite of Lust Esriaal would have thought it would be too much, but three days straight of fucking his cock had accustomed their cunt to the size and texture of him, and it wasn't like they weren't debilitatingly turned on at the moment. He just sank as deep as he belonged, entire cock crammed into their body until he had no more length to give and they couldn't have possibly fit any more.
‘Fuck, that's good,’ they panted, wiggling their hips a bit. ‘Hell, Narinder, when we get around to mating you're going to fucking ruin me.’
He groaned harshly, and they shouted when he bit them again. ‘Do not say such things, my vessel,’ he panted into their skin, ‘or this will be finished far too soon, and I no longer have a rite to make my recovery swift.’
‘I don't care how fast you come as long as it's inside me,’ they shot back, and he moaned. ‘Come on, come in me – fuck me until you come in me, I need your cum in me –’
‘Holy hell,’ he breathed, then adjusted his grip and began to thrust.
If there was a difference between how Narinder fucked them when he was damned and how he fucked them now, Esriaal had no idea what it could be. It was fierce, forceful, ruthless – everything they wanted in the moment, wiping their mind clean of thought with every thrust and growling possessive promises into their ear (when he wasn't biting them.) They were going to be covered in bloody toothmarks soon, but in the distant part of them capable of thinking instead of fucking, Esriaal figured the bites were only fair. They were clawing at his back as he moved, digging scratches and furrows into his flesh. He seemed to be into it, given how he'd arch into the touch and hiss in pleasure from time to time when they scratched him too hard.
‘Mine,’ he chanted over and over, hips slapping against theirs, the wet noise of his cock pistoning in and out of their pussy so loud it was downright obscene on its own. ‘Mine, mine, you are mine – my vessel, my Lamb, my mate – my mate, my mate, my mate –’
Their eyes flew open, but though he sounded damned, there was no outward sign. That was so long as they got to guess, though, because then he was slamming inside, sinking his teeth into their shoulder, and coming with a muffled curse. The first spurt of cum would have been comfortably enough to set off their own orgasm, but it wasn't the only thing that poured out of him into them. It wasn't Sin, this time. As pure, intense devotion burst from his soul into theirs, they threw their head back and screamed so loudly that they went silent, writhing as they came on his cock.
It went on for a while, like that first time had; the two of them clung together as Narinder pumped devotion into their soul in the way he pumped cum deep into their pussy, coming intermittently with whimpers, shaking in concert with the other. It was a lot. It was a fuck of a lot, cum and devotion both, and when it finally came to an end, Esriaal had never felt so full of either.
‘Yeah, you're not going fucking anywhere,’ they said, worn out, and he twitched as they began to pet his fur. ‘I'm not letting anyone else have a chance at your dick, or I'll be fighting them off for the rest of time.’
He laughed softly, then began to groom the bite marks he'd left, cleaning them up and soothing them with his rough (but not too rough) tongue. ‘I love you,’ he murmured, and Esriaal grinned up at the roof of their tent, chest full.
‘Love you, too,’ they said, at which he started to purr. ‘So are you moving here or am I moving in with you?’
‘You are moving in with me,’ he said, not even questioning it. ‘I have more room, as well as proper walls and a larger bed, which I have spent decades imagining making love to you in.’
Esriaal's face was hot, which made no sense, as his dick was literally still inside of them. Embarrassment shouldn't have been anywhere near possible at the moment, but the sincerity of his words left them more flustered than almost anything else could have. ‘Okay, I can work with that,’ they said, clearing their throat, and huffed when he started to chuckle at them. ‘Oh, shut it.’
‘Never,’ he said with satisfaction. He propped himself up with one hand, looming over them with an affectionate gaze. ‘Save for when I'm made to do so.’
‘I'd make fun of you for being kinky, but considering –’ they gestured at the still-bleeding bites and his clawed-up back. ‘I think that's kind of a given.’
‘Perhaps,’ he agreed. ‘It is pleasant for things to be taken, sometimes. Depending on who is taking, of course.’
‘You sure the rite doesn't still have a hold on you?’ they teased, pulse speeding up.
‘I am certain,’ he confirmed peacefully. ‘As my cock is still inside you and I am not currently playing with your body until I am hard again, vessel of mine, I have my self control back.’
‘That's nice, great, stop having that,’ they said, and he burst into laughter as they dragged him back down.