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Fingers creep up Eret’s legs, caress her thighs and hips, trace the curves of her torso and finally rest on her breasts, barely hidden beneath sheer, elegant fabric. She can barely meet the god’s eyes as he takes in her body, spread out and chained and helpless for him to do anything he wishes to—and Eret knows, from the way his hands rub her breasts and his eyes trail down to the dip in fabric where her legs are forcibly spread, exactly what he wishes to do to her.

“A beautiful sacrifice,” Foolish murmurs, easily reaching the top of Eret’s skimpy outfit with his thumb and tugging it down. Her breasts fall out, nothing else covering them, and he’s quick to massage one with a large hand while observing Eret with a clinical gaze that makes her blush and squirm.

His eyes return to her pussy, barely hidden beneath slightly sheer fabric, and something darkens his gaze in a way that makes Eret shudder.

“I wonder,” he murmurs, “if you’ll take me better than the others.”

His hand on her breast creeps back down, trailing a path of heat down her skin until he reaches the bottom of the outfit. He slides the skirt up in a simple movement that seems to take ages, and in just a brief second she’s exposed to the god looming over her.

Foolish lets out a noise almost like a purr. He trails a single finger between her legs, letting it dip out of Eret’s sight, and drags it between her lips with a lusty gaze. Eret instantly jerks and whimpers at the sensation, a sharp burst of pleasure as her clit is brushed and the feeling of a large finger trailing through slick and cum before swirling almost teasingly around the rim of her cunt. Still not finished, Foolish spreads two fingers outwards to widen her hole, holding it open and simply observing with an intrigued noise, and Eret can barely feel anything beyond the burning in her face and clit.

“Beautiful,” Foolish breathes out. “Nice and ready for your god, aren’t you?”

Eret can’t find it in her to answer, and it seems Foolish wasn’t expecting one. He leans back, bringing his hand closer to himself, and Eret notices for the first time that he has a slit of his own. She watches with flushed cheeks and a sacrilegious amount of arousal as he rubs the slit, groaning softly. As he rubs it, turning the golden skin a flushed red and sinking his fingers in a little deeper, he slowly coaxes out a thick cock, continuing to exit even after Eret expects it to be done, reaching an impossible length. And, soon after, another follows.

Eret lets out a strangled noise at the sight, face going red and body tensing. All of the earlier preparations, the lubed fingers and hands deep inside spreading her dripping cunt open until it gaped suddenly didn’t seem close to enough. Her fear and arousal only increased when Foolish hooked a leg over her, looming over her with more than one impossible height, and let his cocks rest across her stomach with an appraising look.

Eret whimpers. Foolish, meanwhile, gazes upon the two thick lengths reaching just past her belly button and raises an eyebrow with interest.

“Would be a shame to break such a pretty sacrifice,” he hums. “I think you’ll take me wonderfully, pet.”

Eret chokes on a breath. Foolish raises an eyebrow.

“Quiet,” he notes. “I’m sure I can change that soon enough.”

Foolish moves again, easing himself back. His cocks follow, dragging across Eret’s stomach and sliding past her clit until they finally press against her cunt, close enough for her to feel how hot they are against her.

Eret shivers, and finally she finds her words with a quite, shaky “please be gentle.”

Foolish raises an eyebrow and meets her eyes. Eret suddenly realizes that she’s asked something of a god, and feels the briefest jolt of fear run through her body before Foolish leans closer.

“Please be gentle, what, pet?”

Foolish’s eyes are gleaming in the candlelight, muted yellow dancing off the facets of emerald. Eret can barely hear herself as she manages a soft “please be gentle, sir. ”

Foolish grins, then leans in even further.

His lips press against hers, impossibly soft yet greedy, trying to get a taste and touch of everything that he can that his sacrifice can give to him. His hands wander as the kiss deepens, grasping Eret’s hips and angling her against his cocks until one is sliding in further and the other is beginning to press up closer to her clit, and it takes a moment for Eret to notice through all the sensations across her body that he’s slowly pushing inside her.

It’s gentler than Eret expected. Foolish is making good on his comment about not wanting to break her, instead testing the waters with the ever-deepening press of his throbbing cock into her stretched cunt. It drags against her walls, almost unbearable and teasing despite the way Eret knows it would hurt if he took her and fucked her so hard she bruised.

Then Foolish’s cock drags against her g-spot, and Eret finally moans . Her mouth parts even further into the kiss, and Foolish doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of it with his tongue while his cock hesitates in that same, perfect spot.

“Good girl,” he breaths into the kiss, making Eret whine. “Keep making those noises for me, pet.” 

It’s all Eret can manage to breathe out a shaky “yes, sir” in reply, and then the god on top of her is pushing in even further. His cocks both press inward, one finally dragging against her clit in a way that pulls breathy noises out of her, and the other pushing deeper than she thought possible, travelling further and further until a wall of heat approaches her pussy and she feels something drag against her stomach.

Foolish stops, and Eret realizes through a foggy haze that his first cock is balls deep inside her cunt. It feels incredible, her body feeling stretched in ways she could never imagine, the second cock shifting ever so slightly against her clit in ways that make her gasp and begin to pant, and Eret desperately wishes she wasn’t restrained so that she could hold on to Foolish and make sure he never leaves.

Foolish, however, doesn’t seem as pleased. His gaze is transfixed on her stomach, hidden by fabric that keeps riding back down against his cock. Whether he’s upset he can’t see her clit or the sight of his cock inside her Eret isn’t sure, but the problem is solved within seconds when Foolish grabs the edge of the fabric and tears. What was once expensive, well-made fabric tears like paper in his grip, exposing every inch of her front in an instant—dripping pussy, bulging stomach, reddened breasts and all. Eret can help but become transfixed on that second thing, the sight of Foolish’s cock deep inside her body, as he pushes in far enough for her to see the tip brush against her stomach.

Eret shudders and moans into another kiss. The heat and feeling of him inside her is almost unbearable, the wonderful feeling of his cock against her clit suddenly not enough, and Foolish seems to think it too. He lets out a low growl, shifting his body ever so slightly to get used to the feeling of one cock inside his sacrifice, and drinks in the whimpers it draws out from her.

Then, he pulls out. Eret has just enough time to whine and squirm at the sudden emptiness inside her before he’s slamming back in hard enough to make her see stars. He pulls out again, teasing her cunt with the tip of his cock while she struggles to recover, and then pushes in again, starting a sharp and quick rhythm that makes Eret cry out.

“Beautiful,” Foolish purrs, fucking her with ease, watching in awe as his cock brushes against her stomach and the other slides through her increasingly wet pussy. “Taking your god so well.”

Eret tries to respond, but the only thing that comes out is a jumble of letters. Everything is suddenly so much so quickly, pleasure in her clit and cunt as Foolish’s two cocks manage to hit both with ease, taking her apart with barely a drop of sweat while she comes undone underneath him. The sound of his body hitting hers is almost obscene, filling the large room alongside her moans and attempts at begging, and Eret feels her orgasm coming on with an impossible speed.

“Sir,” she chokes out. “M-My god— fuck— ”

Foolish hums, eyeing her with a teasing gaze. “What is it, pet? You can do it, you can speak to me.”

Eret replies with a strangled whine as his cock drags past her g-spot and slams into her. “ Close— Close, sir!”

Foolish hums. “Well, that’s interesting. I didn’t give you permission yet, did I, pet?”

Through the haze of arousal and pleasure, Eret’s heart drops. He wouldn’t stop fucking his sacrifice just to make sure she doesn’t cum, would he? “Please, please sir!”

Foolish, of all things, chuckles at her desperation. “You want to cum that badly, puppy? Just from one of your god’s cocks?” He fucks her slowly as he speaks, pushing in and pulling out with each sentences in a way that teases her g-spot and clit and makes her tremble. “Does my pet want to cum all over her god’s cock and make it even easier for him to breed her senseless?”

Eret chokes out a gasp, face burning. She can’t manage a single word other than a desperate “ please ” over and over as she frantically nods.

Foolish grins, showing sharp teeth and a lusty look as he leans into kiss her. “ Good girl, puppy.”

His hips move faster once more, his balls slapping against her already reddened ass while his hands lift her body into the perfect angle for his cock to slam into her, all while his other cock ruts against her clit using her own slick as lube and sends sparks up her spine, and it’s all Eret can do to obey when he growls a sharp “ cum for me ” into her ear.

Eret moans and tenses and tries her best to move her hips along with Foolish as she does as ordered, cumming around Foolish’s cock and wetting it further as he fucks her through the orgasm. It takes what feels like hours for the flood of pleasure to run its course, and when it finally fades and she goes boneless against the cold metal of the golden altar, she faintly hears Foolish murmuring praise in her ear.

“Good girl, so good for me…”

Through the fuzzy haze, Eret watches as Foolish slows his movements, just barely edging overstimulation as he slowly fucks her, more occupied with kissing her breasts and neck and murmuring praise into her skin while she pants and stares at the ceiling.

After about a minute or so, Foolish lifts his head. He trails his gaze down her body, observing the hickey-covered state of her tits and her reddened pussy that drips with cum and slick.

“Perfect,” he growls. “You’ll be a perfect breeding bitch, won’t you, pet?”

Eret nods numbly. Even though she just orgasmed a minute ago, can feel the slight overstimulation from Foolish’s cock as he pulls it out, something inside her is desperate to feel her god’s cocks and cum inside her.

“Yes,” Eret manages, voicing that desperation. Her voice is hoarse and breathy. “Need—Need your pups.”

Foolish’s eyes darken at those words. Eret expect him to respond with something, voice that dark lust that’s rising up in his expression, but the only thing that leaves his mouth is another growl as he grabs his other cock and lines it up with her hole. He gives her no notice, no warning before he’s pushing inside, making her yelp and clench her fists, shoving both of his throbbing cocks into her slick cunt with no regards for the stretch she feels.

Before she can recover or voice her concerns, Foolish is leaning in closer, mumbling under his breath sentences that sound like promises of breeding and pups and being filled to the brim, and Eret can’t find it in her to complain when his teeth latch onto her shoulder and clamp down.

“ Sir, ” she gasps out.

“Good girl,” Foolish growls back, not quite the appropriate response. He rolls his hips, shutting Eret up with a strangled cry as both of his cocks bury themselves to the hilt inside her, and grabs her hips with a nearly bruising grip. “Perfect, just perfect for my cocks, my cum, my pups… Need to breed you full, puppy.”

Eret nods frantically, but she’s very quickly getting the impression that even if she didn’t agree, she didn’t exactly have a choice . Foolish is so big he blots out the light from the opening in the top of the pyramid, his wings spreading even further until they practically envelop the two of them, and Eret knows the golden restraints are going to leave bruises on her wrists and ankles from where they pin and spread her like a butterfly on display—as if Foolish’s teeth in her shoulder and hands on her hips wouldn’t be enough to hold her still, regardless. This god has Eret securely in his grasp, able to do whatever he wants with her, and Eret’s pussy begins to ache anew at the thought.

“Please breed me,” she finds herself gasping out. “God, sir, please breed me.”

Foolish doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he pulls his hips back and starts fucking her hard , slamming into her with everything he has until Eret is screaming under him. Everything is suddenly so much— Foolish’s cocks hitting her g-spot with every thrust, stretching her impossibly wide, his teeth deep in her shoulder pinning her down, his hands lifting her hips up so he can breed her even deeper, the growled praise and promises of pups inside his sacrifice driving Eret closer to the edge as Foolish starts to pant and whine on top of her. Her cunt feels impossibly slick, Foolish’s cock wetting her with every thrust while her throbbing cunt manages to produce its own slick to help him along, and Eret’s clit practically burns with arousal just from the feeling of Foolish’s body slamming into hers.

“Foolish,” she chokes out, tears forming in her eyes, “God, Foolish —”

“So good for me,” Foolish growls back. “So fucking good for me, puppy. Gonna fill you with my pups, make you nice and full like a good breeding bitch, alright?”

“ Yes ,” Eret gasps. It feels like the only word she can say. Her second orgasm is coming on fast, building up in her abused cunt and aching clit, and from the way Foolish groans and bites back moans into her shoulder he’s not too far off as well.

Foolish’s cocks continue to pound into her, the sound of them obscene. Foolish’s hands, meanwhile, start to meander, and Eret cries out and moans hoarsely when he holds himself up one-handed in order to push two fingers up against her clit.

“Please— Please! ” Eret shrieks, voice torn and barely able to understand what she’s begging for as Foolish’s fingers send waves of pleasure through her shaking body. Foolish seems barely able to word anything, either, responding with a desperate whine and panting breaths into her shoulder as he fucks her senseless.

Then—Foolish jerks, hand against Eret’s clit twitching hard enough to make her cry out, and he growls and bites down on her shoulder while railing her in a way that seems desperate. Their orgasms build up together, Eret sobbing into the open air while Foolish moans into her skin, wings stretched wide until they blot out everything around them, and Eret finally feels a warm heat fill her clenching hole as she cums harder than she thinks she ever has before.

In the end, Foolish is the first to recover, his godly stamina outmatching anything Eret can offer. He raises his head, face flushed and panting softly, and looks down at Eret’s equally red cheeks and dazed expression. His eyes then find her stomach, bulging ever so slightly from the amount of cum he fucked into her with two cocks, and he grins with satisfaction.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, pet.”

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Eret wakes up slowly, in the softest sheets she’s ever felt, with the cool weight of something against her neck and the feeling of a large body pressed up against her.

It’s confusing for only a brief moment. She shifts, lifting a hand to check her neck only to be blocked by arms wrapped around her bare chest, and the body against her shifts in tandem.

Foolish rumbles in his sleep, tugging Eret closer and gently ghosting her shoulder with his breaths as though she’s nothing more than a stuffed toy and meant to be handled as such, and everything falls back into place.

Well—almost everything. The cool weight around their neck is new, as is the sensation of nothing pinning their wrists or ankles. Foolish must be incredibly confident that Eret will stay obediently in his bed.

Either that or he’s confident he can keep them there, Eret thinks, and the thought sends a rather pleasurable shiver down their spine.

However, less pleasurable is what Foolish does next, nuzzling his face into their shoulder and drawing out the once-muted sting of bites lining their skin. Eret whines quietly at the sensation and squirms, trying to ease the pressure, but the movement only makes her hyperaware of the rest of the pain scattered across her body from the day prior—bruised thighs where Foolish’s hands gripped her, back sore from being pressed into that metal altar, hole aching and still utterly stuffed full of cum from two massive cocks spreading her open.

Maybe that’s why they’re not chained, Eret thinks dryly. Their body is so battered they can’t even escape their god’s sleeping grasp. Another, louder whine escapes her, half out of pain and half because of the trickle of cum down her thigh the movement causes.

The whine, in turn, elicits a noise from Foolish. Eret freezes as he moves against her, mumbling something in what she can’t recognize as sleep or wakefulness, and draws a hand down her chest. The touch is warm and tingling and the feeling spreads across her whole body, concentrating in her shoulder and thighs and cunt, and gently fades away at the same time Foolish lets out a pleased grunt and nuzzles his face back into her shoulder.

This time, it doesn’t hurt. All that’s left is a light, painless buzz that feels like sparks and fireflies on a summer night before it fades into nothing but the warmth of Foolish’s skin.

Foolish had healed her. In his sleep.

Impossibly, embarrassingly, Eret feels her face heating up and her full cunt aching. Foolish is a powerful god, able to heal her with next to no thought, able to do whatever he wants with her whenever he wants. As if it wasn’t obvious enough when he fucked her full on a golden altar and claimed Eret as his, Eret is good and truly realizing that she is in well over her head. And she likes it.

Foolish lets out a grumble and shifts beside her, drawing her closer with hands that grab shamelessly at her breasts and full stomach. Eret almost mistakes them for movements in his sleep, at first, before he lifts his head and rumbles a husky “good morning, pet” into her ear.

“Foosh?” she mumbles breathlessly, face flushed. Foolish’s hand is absentmindedly squeezing her tit and the other splayed possessively over her stomach, making her very aware of the cum inside her and the press of two thick cocks against her back.

“Hi, cock boy,” Foolish purrs, a teasing lilt to his voice as he says the nickname like a role or title. He draws in a deep breath and hums deep enough for Eret to feel it in her entire body. “You smell…Gods.”

Foolish moves before Eret can ask what happened. For a brief, fleeting few seconds as Foolish moves out from behind her and gets to his knees above her, Eret has her mouth open to ask if she smells bad, but her question is answered in an instant after when Foolish’s head dips out of view and she feels the sudden press of a nose and lips against her cunt.

“F—Foolish!” Eret arches her back and scrambles for some kind of grasp on the soft linens as Foolish draws in a deep, indulgent breath through his nose and drags his tongue across heated skin.

“Stay still,” Foolish growls, hands curling around her hips to keep her down when his lips moving against her draw a whine and another struggle out of her. “Bad pets get chained down.”

Eret manages to blush even harder at that, squirming against Foolish’s mouth for friction even after the threat. Her pussy feels like it’s burning from heat and the gusts of air from Foolish breathing in the scent of her cum-filled hole are making her want to whine, and in all honesty getting chained for it seems like a wonderful price to pay.

“Do it then,” Eret goads the god between her legs, rolling her hips and moaning.

Foolish indulges her for the briefest moment, maybe succumbing to his own wants as well as he drags his tongue along Eret’s pussy and pushes it a teasing distance into her cunt with a rumbling purr that has her gripping the sheets and tilting her head back. However, he comes to his senses soon after. He pulls out and away from her, leaving her pussy cold and aching in the gust of air as he moves, and he grabs her chin with two fingers to make Eret look him in the eye as she whines in protest.

“Oh, you’re just adorable, aren’t you?” Foolish teases, eyes dark. His lips and nose are shining from Eret’s slick. “But you’re not in charge here, pet.”

His hands grasp Eret’s sides, and Eret has barely a second to struggle before Foolish flips her over like she’s got the weight of a feather. Something lands on the bed with a clunk beside her as her face hits the pillows, and when she emerges from the fluff to check what it is, an undignified squeak escapes her.

A leash. Foolish collared her.

Eret moves to grab it, wrestling an arm out from under her stomach, but a hand pushes her back down before she’s done with as much ease as when Foolish lifted her. Eret is stuck watching with red cheeks and panting as Foolish grabs the golden leash along with both her wrists and ties them to a bedpost, short enough that Eret can do nothing to pleasure herself but wiggle her hips.

A strangled whine escapes her unbidden, and Foolish chuckles from out of view. Then, as if reading her mind, he grabs her hips, leaving Eret fully stuck in place this time around as lips press against her stuffed cunt.

This time around, Foolish doesn’t hesitate in pushing his tongue as far down Eret’s cunt as he can reach—and he reaches quite a distance with sheer size alone, far enough that the feeling of his tongue dragging against her walls has Eret panting and squeezing her thighs around Foolish’s head.

“God,” Eret gasps out, halfway to incoherence just from a few seconds of her god’s tongue in her cunt. “Good, ‘s good, please—“

Eret’s voice breaks off into a moan half-smothered by pillows as Foolish crooks his tongue up into her sweet spot and hums innocently, the noise in the tune of a question but undoubtedly meant to send her further spiraling. It works impossibly well, Eret panting and moaning and clenching her thighs, her noises like music to Foolish’s ears and greedy tongue.

Foolish pulls back for a moment, his own cum trailing on his lips and staining Eret’s pussy as he plants a kiss on her clit, and he growls in delight as Eret goes limp under him, voice a melody of whines and pants.

“Beautiful… You taste utterly divine, pet. You’re doing so well for me, just hold on a little longer while I get my fill of you.”

Eret nods numbly into the pillow, just desperate to get Foolish’s tongue back inside her when every inch of her body feels overridden with pleasure. Foolish is at least kind enough to grant that wish after his teasing, delving back in and immediately aiming for her sweet spot yet again. Eret buries her face in the down-filled pillow and lets out a slew of moans, doing her best to hump Foolish’s face with the little purchase she has, barely noticing as Foolish’s hand slides down to her stomach. He takes a moment to feel her up, slowing in his attempts to eat Eret dry as he rubs the bump in her stomach. Then, he drags a finger down it, pushing down, easing the bump back.

Eret whines at the sensation. It’s wonderful and unbearable, feeling the briefest movement of cum sliding inside her before Foolish greedily laps it up and carelessly massages her sweet spot in the process.

It’s almost impossible to tell the progress Foolish is making, face half-buried in soft fabric and reliant only on sensations that are drowned out by pleasure. All Eret knows is that after what feels like hours, when she feels both achingly empty and so tight she could burst, Foolish pulls out and drags a slick-covered tongue over her pussy.

“Just perfect,” Foolish groans. He draws in another breath and presses a messy kiss to Eret’s clit, purposefully ignoring Eret’s breathless moans and squirming as she dances on the edge of an orgasm. “You taste like ambrosia, darling.”

Eret releases a strangled whimper at the compliment and buries her burning face back in the pillow. Foolish laughs.

“Such a pretty thing must be so close, huh?”

Eret nods into the pillow. “Please sir,” they whine, pulling their head out from the soft fabric to send a pleading look in Foolish’s direction.

Foolish grins into their clit. “Good girl for begging. You can cum, pet.”

Amid the litany of desperate thank you’s Eret lets out in response, she feels pressure on her wrists and the sound of something being moved. She only processes it’s her wrists being untied when Foolish grabs her and flips her, pinning her by the torso and allowing her a view of him looming over her shaking body.

Foolish’s face, Eret notes in the brief time she sees it, is flushed green and shining with her own slick, and another burst of heat from the sight nearly sends her over the edge. As is, when Foolish dips his head back down between Eret’s legs and presses an open-mouthed kiss to her clit, Eret wastes no time in using her newfound freedom to arch her back and start wildly humping Foolish’s face with no shortage of desperation. Every brush of his nose, lips, tongue and teeth send Eret further spiraling, tilting her head back and gasping out moans into the open air, desperate for every little spark of pleasure that sends lightning through her stomach and builds heat in her throbbing clit.

“Good,” Foolish praises in between swirls of his tongue and sucking Eret’s swollen clit, drinking in every breathy noise he drags from her throat. “Such a good girl. So close, aren’t you?”

“Yes—God, yes—“

“Then cum for me. Cum for your god, pet, let me taste it all.”

With that Foolish dips his tongue back into Eret’s slicked cunt, leaving no room for argument and his demand hanging in the air. Eret sobs at the intrusion, humping Foolish’s face with wild, frantic movements, all sense of rhythm lost as she desperately chases an approaching orgasm.

“There,” she gasps. It’s perfect, utterly perfect, the pressure on her clit and the way Foolish’s tongue eases into her throbbing cunt like it belongs there, dragging stuttering moans from her torn throat, pulling the bubbling heat in her clit to the surface until Eret is cumming onto Foolish’s waiting tongue with her back arched and mouth parted in a soundless cry.

Eret doesn’t know how long Foolish spends drinking in every drop from her orgasm, lost in a haze of pleasure and trembling as her body seizes up. When she finally relaxes, sinking into the sheets and blinking through the haze, Foolish is looming over her with a lusty gaze.

“Did I really taste like ambrosia?” Eret says to him, voice sounding slightly slurred.

Foolish leans in and presses a wet kiss to her lips. “Even better,” comes the murmur in reply when he pulls back. His eyes are roving all over Eret’s body, she realizes, longing and with a look that makes it clear he just wants to take, her slick and cum not nearly enough to satisfy a god. Foolish leans back, settling on Eret’s thighs, and she finds she's correct in that assumption when the weight of his body on hers is joined by two long, hot, half-erect cocks resting on her flattened stomach.

Foolish grins, showing off rows of sharpened teeth. “How about we try something, seeing as you’ve been so good for me so far. Kneel for your god, pet.”

Eret’s mouth goes dry and her face reddens in an instant. She barely processes Foolish moving off of her, too flustered to function for a moment, but manages to kick herself into gear when Foolish rests against the pillows and spreads his legs wide.

Stuttering out something that might have originally been a word, Eret sits up and gets to her knees in front of Foolish. Her eyes are shamelessly transfixed on the two erect cocks lying against his stomach rather than his eyes, observing the slight green flush to each of them and how the tips glisten in the candlelight.

“Good boy,” Foolish purrs, equally shameless with his eyes locked on Eret’s tits. He grabs her leash, tugging her closer until Eret has to lean on her hands to stay balanced and she can feel the heat radiating from his cocks. “Now—”

Foolish grabs one of his cocks, lets out a quiet groan, and presses the tip against Eret’s lips, grasp tight on the leash to keep her leaning into it.

“Suck, pet.”

Eret does as she’s told, face burning and a slight ache returning to her pussy as she opens her mouth and closes her lips around the thick length. Foolish immediately makes a noise as she does so, leaning back into the pillows with a half-formed praise on his lips. Taking it as a good sign, Eret slowly takes in more of his cock. The precum beading up at the tip tastes salty on her tongue, and she gives into temptation, sucking in a way that has Foolish moaning softly and tugging her closer. “Good pet, just like that.”

Eret hums in assent. Foolish shudders.

Smiling mischievously around the cock at the response, Eret decides her luck is holding out and lifts a hand to the second cock, lying neglected against Foolish’s stomach. Foolish doesn’t seem to notice at first, distracted by Eret’s tongue and lips sucking and dragging across heated, sensitive skin. He only realizes what his sacrifice is doing when Eret’s hand wraps around his second cock, rubbing it with her thumb while he jerks and lets out an undignified whine.

“Just like that,” he groans. “So fucking good for me.”

His words are accompanied by another tug on the leash. Eret finds her taking in another inch of his cock in one simple gesture, the salty tang now reaching close to the back of her throat. The whimper she lets out only encourages Foolish more.

“That’s it, pet, you can do it…”

Rather than nodding, Eret gives another hum, anticipating the groan it draws from her god. Instead of keeping the cock’s tip unbearably close to the back of her throat, she pulls back, easing her tongue up the shaft, and moves back down, taking in almost as much as Foolish had made her take a moment ago. Her hand, meanwhile, works Foolish’s second cock in a similar manner, though finding difficulty in doing it in tandem with her mouth. Still, she finds she doesn’t need too much effort—Foolish is quick to voice his pleasure with the simple rubbing with a drawn-out moan.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, slightly breathless. His hand finds a rhythm as Eret sucks him off, tugging her back onto him every time she eases off for a few seconds. Eret finds a slight thrill in the lingering control, the pressure around her neck, and rewards Foolish for it by moving her hand faster.

Foolish groans sharply. His head tilts back, mouth half open and face slightly flushed, sending a pleasurable shock through Eret’s body as she realizes that she’s the one reducing him to this—as if it wasn’t already clear by the way her hand is slick from precum and her mouth tastes of nothing but salt.

After a while of mindlessly getting her fill from pleasuring her god, however, Foolish tugs her off of his cock, panting audibly and cheeks flushed a deep green.

“Perfect,” he gasps. “Stop, stop.”

Eret licks her lips as she meets his eyes, and Foolish shudders.

“You did good,” he manages. “But we can’t have me cumming just yet, pet. Come a little closer.”

A jerk of the leash accompanies his words, and Eret finds herself stumbling into Foolish’s lap close enough to make out all the individual facets in his emerald eyes. Then, she sees none of them at all, because Foolish immediately grabs her by the waist and flips her around.

Eret’s back hits Foolish’s chest with a quiet slap, granting her a view of the room as Foolish handles her like a toy. His hands find the undersides of her thighs and are quick to spread them, and Eret finds herself transfixed by the way she can feel Foolish’s breaths on her shoulder as he eases her down his stomach to the point that she feels two cocks against her ass.

Foolish presses a quick kiss to Eret’s neck, unaware of the blush spreading across her face and the way her pussy is rapidly heating up. Her eyes stay fixed on Foolish’s hands, watching with almost no intake of air as Foolish holds her up one-handed and guides his cocks to her cunt with the other.

He eases himself into her shockingly slowly, considering how aroused he must be from Eret sucking him off. Eret finds herself lubed by her own saliva as Foolish pushes in easily, easing in inch by inch at a steady pace. The only thing not steady is Eret’s breathing, taking on a rapid pant as she tilts her head back onto Foolish’s shoulder and shuts her eyes.

“Good,” Foolish breathes into her ear, eliciting a shudder. “Just another inch, darling.”

“Yes sir,” Eret finds herself mumbling, and it turns out it’s both the right and wrong thing to say when Foolish groans and gives up on being slow. Eret’s ass hits his thighs with a loud slap and she cries out as two cocks ram into her sweet spot.

“Sir!” she gasps out. Her hands claw at the sheets, the sudden pressure inside her nigh-unbearable. Foolish, only finding pleasure in her desperation, grins into her shoulder and makes a noise akin to a purr.

“Ride your god,” he murmurs teasingly. “I know you can do it, darling.”

Foolish moves as he speaks, shuffling into a properly seated position that makes it easier for Eret to ride him, but it takes her a moment to notice through the feeling of two cocks shifting deep in her throbbing cunt. It takes Foolish’s voice again, edged with warning as he murmurs a “be good, pet,” for Eret to act.

She starts moving slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of being able to control how fast the cocks slide in and out. They drag against her walls and draw out pleasure with every movement, even as she feels almost painfully close to bursting, and lifting herself nearly off of them feels both relieving and unbearable.

On the bright side, one of those is easy to rectify. Eret sinks back down, faster than before, and arches her back at the feeling of it. Foolish doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of her position, either, both hands going to feel at her breasts while teeth nip at her shoulders.

“Keep going,” Foolish growls, and Eret does just that. Balancing on her knees, she starts bouncing herself, picking up the pace slowly but surely as arousal starts to take over. Every press of his cocks feels better than the last, blurring her vision as her eyes fall half shut and dulling the ache in her pussy into something far more pleasurable. Foolish’s murmurs of approval become nothing more than background noise as everything narrows down to the feeling of her ass hitting Foolish’s lap, hands on her breasts, teeth in her shoulder, and burning pleasure turning her cervix into a toy.

At some point, Eret finds herself going limp against Foolish’s chest, staring up at the ceiling with a half-lidded gaze and pants escaping her parted lips. She can register a faint burn in her legs slowly getting stronger, but it doesn’t seem to matter too much, and she keeps pushing through it desperate for the feeling of Foolish’s cocks slamming into her over and over. However, it becomes harder to ignore when the burn strengthens, and her legs start growing weak, and she finds herself only able to shift around in Foolish’s lap while she pants for an entirely new reason.

“Why are you stopping?” Foolish asks, a very annoyed tinge to his voice, and Eret realizes gods might not grasp the concept of getting tired as well as mortals do.

“Legs tired,” Eret mumbles. “Mortal body. Can’t”—she groans as she shifts on top of him—“Can’t keep going. Muscles hurt.”

Foolish growls into Eret’s shoulder and rocks his hips forcefully into her, as though hoping she’ll suddenly start moving again from the prompting, and for a moment her body seizes in horror as the thought the god holding her is going to smite her for this slight. But Foolish simply huffs an angry breath into her skin and squeezes her breasts tight enough she feels the dig of claws, then grumbles, “Well, that’s ridiculous.”

And then he pounces on her.

Eret hits the mattress so fast she doesn’t even realize what caused it for a moment, too dazed and with a facefull of fabric—But Foolish is quick to give her a refresher as he spreads her aching legs and starts pounding her. Hot breath bursts near her neck and shoulder, Eret’s only warning before teeth graze against her skin and Foolish growls into her.

“You don’t need to do a thing, pet.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust. “All you need to do is spread your legs like a good breeding bitch, and take your god’s pups.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her, hitting a spot that had Eret crying out into tightly grasped sheets. “And maybe, just for my favorite, pretty hole, I’ll give you a little of my power so that I can really break you.”

The noise Eret lets out into the sheets at that suggestion could barely be considered a word.

“Please,” she slurs, “God, please, please, please…”

She can’t even move her hips back into him—he’s moving so fast and hard it’s all she can do to go limp and boneless and sink into the mattress, body tense as a wire from the heat pooling in her stomach and fingers aching from holding onto the sheets for dear life. Every thrust into her seems to steal all the breath from her body and send stars flying through her vision, and every pull away both gives her a second to breathe and feels like starving from lack of touch. She wants to help pleasure her god, do anything to help, but it’s all she can do to hold on as he fucks the thoughts and words out of her until she’s drooling and whining wordlessly into soft linen.

Foolish, however, doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Good girl,” he growls. His hands slide up to cup her breasts and his teeth clamp down into Eret’s shoulder, pinning her as though she needed to be restrained any further. His next words are spoken through her stinging skin, but with the way everything seems to be narrowing down to Foolish’s cocks ravaging her hole, Foolish toying with her tits like stress balls, Foolish growling words that sound like promises, Foolish, nothing but Foolish, the words may as well have been roared in Eret’s ear.

“Gonna fill you with my pups, gonna breed you so damn full each and every day until it takes. And I’ll treat you so well, the best of my sacrifices, the best of my breeding bitches, take care of you till you birth all of my little godlings, and then I’ll breed you full again. That sound good to you, pet?”

Foolish times his words with a particularly sharp thrust, and Eret moans open-mouthed and drooling in lieu of words.

Not taking that as a response, Foolish clamps down on her shoulder tighter until she yelps. “Words, pet. Answer your god.”

Eret whimpers, feeling blood start to pool in the bites. “Fu—Fuck—Yes, my god.”

A tongue drags across the bites, slow and languid. When it stops, Foolish whispers into her ear and thrusts.

“Yes what, puppy?”

“Ah—B-Breed me, sir!”

“Good girl.” Eret feels lips press against her throbbing shoulder, and the pain disappears. Suddenly, she feels like she can breathe a little easier, as well.

“Thank you,” she chokes out between thrusts. “Thank you my—my god.”

“Aww,” Foolish coos in reply, pressing more kisses to the back of Eret’s neck, “you’re so cute, puppy! Of course I need to heal you, I can’t exactly use you without breaking you unless I keep healing you. You mortals are so annoyingly fragile.”

He thrusts harder, causing Eret to cry out into the sheets as her bones creak. “Fragile” is beginning to sound like an understatement—Eret feels like little more than a plastic toy caged under Foolish’s arms and body.

“Beautiful,” Foolish growls, continuing to ravage Eret’s hole with unending stamina. “You’re gonna look so handsome once I get you pregnant. So full of my pups your belly is gonna be rubbing against the sheets every time I move inside you.”

Eret moans unabashedly. Her stomach feels unbearably tight at the thought of her full like that. Successfully bred, stuffed with shark hybrid pups, still getting fucked so Foolish can remind her that she’s his. Her cunt clenches around Foolish’s cock and her clit pulses with heat, noticeable enough that Foolish feels it and laughs.

“Yeah?” He teases, grinning widely. He slows down, giving a sharp thrust that has Eret trembling and gasping under him with their face flushed bright red. “Words, love. Tell me what you want like a good sacrifice.”

“Please please please,” Eret stumbles out in reply, nearly incomprehensible from sheer need. “Fill me with pups my god, please, I’ve been such a good breeding bitch, I can take them for you, please!”

Foolish’s gaze darkens. “That’s it,” he growls, hips picking up the pace, fucking her so hard that she sees stars. “That’s it, puppy. Already know what you’re meant to do, don’t you? Ready to be nothing but a good broodmare for your god!”

“Y—Ye—Yes!” Eret barely manages her reply, heat building in her gut, the feeling of Foolish’s cocks inside her unbearable and the thoughts of being full of pups and cared for even more so. “Foosh please ‘m gonna—sir sir sir!”

Foolish must see her orgasm coming from a mile away, approaching fast and about to hit her hard, but it doesn’t stop him from growling into her shoulder and slowing to a halt. Eret cries out, half-formed pleas and cries escaping her torn throat—Foolish shuts her up with another bite.

“Not yet, pet.”

Foolish’s tongue drags across the bite, stinging pain springing up in its wake. Eret squirms and bucks, desperate, her cunt so tight it feels like it could burst, but Foolish holds her down like she’s no stronger than a butterfly pinned to a diorama.

“Wanna—” she gasps.

“No,” Foolish admonishes. He moves, so slow and his tone such a sudden change from that blissful praise that Eret nearly sobs. “You only get what you want when your god allows it, remember? You’re mine. You follow orders like a good puppy and don’t get greedy. Isn’t that right?”

Eret finds herself whining desperately, teary-eyed, still lost in the haze of Foolish’s cock pounding her and his words imparting thoughts of her full of pups and cared for from a mere minute earlier. She was so close, why couldn’t he let her cum?

Foolish nips her skin, a faint grin tugging at his lips that almost impedes the movement—he’s enjoying this. “Maybe I should let your head clear for a little while, pet. Must be all full of clouds.”

As though adding insult to injury, Foolish pulls out agonizingly slowly, exiting her hole with a wet pop and a groan that almost hide Eret’s stifled cry. Whatever remained of her near-orgasm peaks and fades just as fast, leaving her trembling under Foolish with tears threatening to spill over.

“Foosh,” she sobs. “Foosh, please.”

Foolish simply watches her beg with a steely gaze. He leans in to kiss the corner of her eye, where a tear is escaping, and speaks. “Listen to your god, pet. Good broodmares follow orders and don’t cum ‘till they’re told, isn’t that right?”

He leans back, one hand wrapped around as much of his cocks as he can and rubbing leisurely, his eyes transfixed on Eret’s burning cunt as it squeezes around nothing, desperate. He doesn’t have infinite patience, Eret knows. He is still a god, and one that expects obedience from his sacrifice.

And, she notes with a shiver and another clench that makes Foolish’s eyes go dark with lust, the thought of being obedient doesn’t sound bad, exactly.

“Yes sir,” Eret finds herself muttering. She relaxes under Foolish, limp and awaiting whatever his next request is. Her clit throbs like a painful siren song and her body trembles with the effort of staying still, but she follows orders.

Foolish grins. His sharp teeth glint dangerously in the candlelight. “That’s a good pet. Nice and tame, aren’t you?”

“M-Mhm.”

“Good girl.” His hands grasp Eret’s sides, caressing her skin and squeezing around her thighs. He then turns her over surprisingly gently, laying her down on her back with little more than a small sting between her legs so Eret has a proper view of Foolish—and the way he’s palming at two very erect and dripping cocks.

Eret’s tiny whimper at the sight is cut off by Foolish, who leans in and captures her lips in a deep, tingling kiss that sends warmth through her body. All her aches and bruises and soreness go away within seconds, and Eret realizes she can move her legs with ease, her cunt no longer stinging from abuse.

Foolish draws back, satisfied with the kiss, and takes a moment to take in the sight of Eret on her back. One hand goes to play with her tits, smearing his own precum on the soft skin and making Eret shudder. The other holds up his cocks, dragging them against Eret’s entrance teasingly.

Eret is trembling, she realizes with a start. She finds she rather likes the feeling.

Foolish likes it, too. He chuckles and presses a kiss to Eret’s neck, then tits. “Poor thing, shaking under their god… Are you scared, pet?”

“Dunno,” Eret mumbles sincerely. There’s far too many things going on in her sex-addled head to even spare a thought to the question, too busy forcing herself not to squirm in search of friction. “Want—Want your pups. Please.”

“Yeah?” Foolish leans in, one of his cocks catching at the edge of Eret’s clenching hole. His hand guiding them rubs a little harder, eliciting a shaky groan and a drop of precum smearing against Eret’s pussy. “Please what, puppy?”

“Please, sir,” Eret manages, and then her voice gives way to a loud moan.

Foolish shoves his way in, not bothering to take it slow after so much use, and buries himself up to the hilt in an instant with a moan that mingles with Eret’s own in the quiet air. He pauses for a moment, moving his hips slowly and infinitesimally, taking in as much of Eret’s expression and sounds as he can through eyes half-shut from arousal, and then starts to pick up the pace.

Within seconds, he’s making Eret’s body shake. She watches her own tits bounce wildly with every thrust, watches the faint shape of his two cocks brush against her stomach every time sparks shoot up her spine from her g-spot. It doesn’t take long for her to become a shaking mess under him, panting and moaning on every other exhale as she watches the fuzzy shape of Foolish blot out the rest of the world through half-lidded, teary eyes.

Foolish, meanwhile, isn’t faring much better. He’s panting even harder than Eret, thrusting fast and hard and almost wildly as his composure slowly slips. His emerald gaze is transfixed on Eret’s bouncing tits, bringing a bright green flush to his gold cheeks.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he gasps. “You’re gonna look just gorgeous with my pups, isn’t that right, pet?”

“Yes,” Eret chokes out, face hot and pussy even hotter. Her cunt feels unbearably tight in the best way possible, squeezing around Foolish’s cocks in a manner that she knows must be driving him as close to the edge as she is. “Ah—y-yes, sir!”

Foolish doesn’t respond with words. Instead he leans in and kisses Eret hard, picking up the pace along with it, losing any sense of rhythm when he loses himself in Eret’s mouth. The erratic movements only make Eret moan into the kiss even louder, giving Foolish’s tongue plenty of access inside her mouth as she falls apart into messy whimpers and whines.

Foolish’s hands grasp at Eret’s breasts, and she nearly cums on the spot. As is, she cries out into open air as Foolish withdraws from her mouth and begs. “Fuck—sir, sir sir sir please! Sir, please keep—god sir!”

“Yeah?” Foolish asks, but it isn’t particularly intimidating. His face is bright green and his expression is one of extreme arousal and his voice nearly breaks as he speaks. His thrusts are wild and desperate, hammering Eret’s hole as fast as he can while Eret feels precum and slick gather together in her tightening cunt. “Close, pet?”

“Yes—Yes, sir, cum please, w-want—a-ah—please cum!”

“I can do that, yeah,” Foolish growls. He keeps up the rapid, wild pace, pants turning into gasps and quiet moans. “Cum with me pet. Be a good girl, be—hah—be a good girl and cum with your god.”

Eret thinks this must be one of the easiest orders Foolish has given her all day. Her cunt is hot and tight, heat building fast inside with every press of Foolish’s cock, bringing on her orgasm in a way that has her arching her back and crying out every stuttered plea she can think of as the tightness reaches a breaking point and sends sparks and waves through her body.

She faintly hears Foolish groan out a good girl, feels her hole fill with gushing, warm cum to match her own as her cunt pulses around Foolish’s cocks, working him through his own orgasm with every wave that hits her trembling body.

“Foosh,” she manages. Foolish presses his forehead against hers with eyes shut tight.

“That’s it,” he gasps out. His movements are slowing. Eret can still feel strands of cum pumping out inside her. “Jus’—Just perfect.”

He finishes several seconds later, regaining his composure. A kiss is pressed against Eret’s forehead just as she manages a shaky “thank you, sir” in reply. Eret realizes vaguely that the kiss healed her—once again her aches and stinging pains are gone, left with nothing but the feeling of a warm summer breeze and two very thick cocks inside her.

Left in a pleasurable, warm haze, Eret pushes her head up and rests her forehead against Foolish’s, clinging with shaky arms with all the little remaining might she has after being rendered near-boneless. Foolish, while startled at first, indulges her with a smile just as warm as the tingling in her limbs. He presses another kiss onto her nose with a toothy smile and grasps her chin so he can take in the sight of her flushed face.

“You get so sleepy after I use you,” Foolish murmurs. There’s an adoring little glint in the facets of his eyes. “It’s cute.”

Eret giggles, the noise sounding drunk and hoarse to her own ears. She tries to reach up a second time to kiss Foolish and manages to brush her lips against his before falling back.

Foolish lets out a small, squeaky laugh. He leans in to properly deepen the kiss for her before he continues speaking. “I was going to bring you to breakfast after this—I guess the doozers will just have to deal with the sleepy sacrifice in my lap, won’t they? One seat for both of us.” Another kiss, this time on her cheek. “You can cockwarm me while I feed you breakfast. I think that’s a fair exchange, don’t you think, puppy?”

Eret smiles. Being bred over and over so she can carry pups for her god, almost always with a cock or two in her, fed and cared for by Foolish… She thinks she could get used to all this.

“Yeah, sir.”

Foolish grins, showing far too many sharp teeth. “Good girl.”