The sputtering glow of the oil lamps had burned down, leaving nothing more than the last vestiges of the burning wicks. Hot embers cast their forlorn gleam before winking out into the encroaching abyss of night. The pungent aroma of the incense had faded, leaving behind the reek of stale sweat and the bitter shame which enveloped Erude like a dark cloud. The twin moons hung low in the black sky, their silver radiance swaddling the feline as he lay upon the crumpled sheets. The cat’s naked body shivered in the chill, his fur damp with the cold sweat of terror and the humiliation of Boab’s conquest. Clutching at the blankets, the cat sobbed, his hands exploring the tender swell of his bloated abdomen. With a grunt, he managed to roll onto his side, the cold trickle of the wolf’s seed oozing down his inner thigh from the bruised petals of his ruined flower. Brown fingers probed the distended flesh, his hand going to his mouth as he slid up the curve of a belly that appeared six months pregnant. 

His stomach churned, sloshing with the groans of a womb overfilled and Erude swooned, his head falling to the bed, his vision swimming. His head spun, his eyes barely able to open. 

“Servant,” he called in a low mewl. “Servant, where is Saarna? Where… Where is he?”

Tears, hot and shameful, stung at the corners of his eyes, drawing blue rivulets down his stained cheeks. His smeared lips still tingled from the mouth of the wolf, his breath hot on Erude’s tongue. The cat brought his knees to his belly, his arms wrapped around his narrow chest and the once proud creature let out a sob which rang across the cold marble, echoing like a disembodied spirit to float mournfully upon the endless night. Erude’s eyes opened, gazing at the silver of the moonlight. The clouds glided across the shining face, curling languidly to caress his swollen middle. His ears parted, knowing that the shadow which crept across his belly was that of a tentacle. His god was pleased, may the vile demon rot forever in the abyss for all that he cared. 

Erude rolled to his side, his eyes closing, driving back the shame and pain which churned in his guts. He did not hear the silken curtains parting like the merest whisper of a ghost, nor the padding of bare feet which stole upon the smooth marble which flowed like the endless sea. Slender, nimble fingers came to run down his back, their nails sharp and clear. He turned then, his blue eyes bloodshot from crying, his makeup smeared into an azure riot upon his tear-streaked face. 

“Saarna?” he mumbled at the figure who stood at the side of the bed. 

The moon came forth from its shadowed veil of night to illuminate the rabbit in the cold silver of its eternal radiance. Saarna smiled, his lips black and glistening with their sheen of wetness. His slim waist was once more clad in the white loincloth and his left ear hung so deliciously over his eye to entice the cat to reach feebly for the rabbit. He was all that Erude had remembered, the beautiful, graceful creature. Bred to be a pleasure slave in the harems of the vast compound, his body devoted to the joys of the flesh, the sinful ecstasies to be shouted in the darkest of hours. 

“Erude,” said Saarna and his voice was like that of music to the cat. “Oh, my lord, look at you.” His hand came to his mouth, his green eyes wide in horror. His other hand explored the tattered fur, coming to stop at the bloated belly of Erude. “Such carelessness, this cannot be allowed.” His gaze followed the round hip of Erude, seeing the white trickle of the wolf’s spent semen and his eyes narrowed at once into an expression of utter annoyance. “No pleasure slave did this,” he grumbled. “Why, this is savagery, that is what it is.”

“Saarna,” wept Erude. “Saarna, I need you.”

The rabbit knelt, taking the cat’s face in both hands. Meanwhile, the rat servant had remained by the door, his face a mask of indifference. 

“Servant,” called Saarna. “I wish for a basin of warm water, and a cloth.” 

The rodent’s lips became a sneer. “I do not take orders from a slave.”

The face Saarna made in that instant would have turned a basilisk into stone. His green eyes, as depthless as the sea itself, turned on the rat with a glacial stare. “For this slave, you will,” he said. “Now, go rat, and be quick.”

Such was the black anger in the rabbit’s voice that the rat scurried into the hall, his footsteps receding as they pattered down the flags. Saarna sat upon the bed, cradling Erude’s head on his lap. His fur smelled faintly of the raw musk of his body, the hints of jasmine mingling with the natural odors of the rabbit. Erude turned his head, his nose drinking in the scent of the slave, his hands reaching, clutching at Saarna’s firm, soft body, finding the familiar muscles which danced beneath the shaggy brown fur. His lap was warm, his thighs as pleasing to him as when they had embraced seemingly so long ago, yet it was that very same evening. 

“Saarna,” he moaned. “Saarna, they… they hurt me.” Erude’s hand fell to his belly. “The elders brought in a great beast of a creature, to plant his seed into my womb.”

Saarna’s hand came to rest upon the distended belly, his fingers making the strained, quivering muscles jump beneath the sweaty fur. Gently, those fingers glided down Erude’s belly, coming to playfully swirl in the tangle of his pubic fur. His cock twitched, responding to the careful ministrations of the rabbit. Saarna bent down, his lips finding the smeared mouth of Erude, meeting with a kiss which took away the hurts inflicted on him by the cruel hands of Boab. Erude’s arms were around the rabbit’s neck, his heart pounding, his temples pulsing, throbbing with a renewed vigor as the warm tongue of the rabbit entered his mouth. Slipping between his jaws, Saarna’s tongue curled around his own, lapping at the roof of his mouth before plunging down his throat. Gently, Saarna swirled, curling back to caress the backs of Erude’s fangs. The cat’s body came alive, his back arching in spite of the pain in his belly. His bloated middle rising into the palm of the rabbit. 

Fingers spread through the fur made crusty by stale sweat and the expended fluids of their love, and the monstrous assault of the wolf. Such terrors melted from Erude’s mind, replaced by the golden radiance of a rabbit with brown fur. His womb groaned, awakening with a new life, churning, becoming fecund with the desires of the cat as he struggled to sit up. 

“No, my lord,” whispered Saarna. “Lie down, allow me to ease your discomforts.”

The rat servant had returned, a sour grimace on his snout as he handed Saarna a bronze basin filled with steaming water. Taking up a cloth of grey which floated on the simmering surface, the rabbit cast one look at the craven little beast and said only, “Leave.”

The rodent muttered something vile under his breath and skulked from the room, leaving the pair alone. Saarna took up the cloth, squeezing the excess from it before plying the wet rag to Erude’s fur. At first, the cat jumped, startled by the sudden heat and wetness, but gradually, as Saarna ran the wet cloth over his body, he began to relax. Saarna slid up his arm, wiping Erude’s hands, bringing the cloth down his narrow chest to rustle faintly in his white fur. Then came his belly, the rabbit caressing that bloated mound, circling his distended navel, wiping clean the swollen orb so that it gleamed like a luminous pearl to rise above the cat. Erude groaned softly, his hand coming to rest on his belly. 

“It’s so heavy,” he said. “I can barely move.”

“It shall grow heavier yet, my lord,” replied the rabbit. He rang out the cloth and then turned back to Erude. “You are pregnant, you know.”

The words cut through Erude like a dagger. His mouth fell open, his lower lip quivering. “I… No, that cannot be.”

“It is, my lord,” said Saarna. “I can smell it on your fur. The scent changes with the hormones. You are carrying a new life.” His hand came to his own belly, his smile only broadening. “And so am I.”

“Oh, oh Saarna.” Erude reached for the rabbit, his fingers brushing Saarna’s lower belly. The place where his own brood now resided. “I cannot believe it.”

This brought a faint chuckle to the rabbit. “But, my lord, have you not sired many others? I should think this is common to you.” He took the cloth in hand and began to wipe down Erude’s leg. “After all, you were so quick to send me from your room. But, I am surprised that you wanted to see me so soon.” He lifted Erude’s leg, his mouth turning into a frown. “Such inelegance.”

Gently, Saarna cleaned the grime which seeped into Erude’s fur, the cat only able to lie on his side, his thoughts returning to the earlier evening. He had sent Saarna away, fearing the feelings which were starting to squirm in his heart. A leader of the cult becoming infatuated with a slave, how unseemly. But, when he looked at Saarna, the rabbit so joyfully taking away the pain, the embarrassment which he felt, his heart thudded and he knew that he could not deny what was there. 

“Saarna,” he said. “I must tell you something.”

“In but a moment, my lord, I must tend to your most precious treasure.”
The rabbit carefully parted Erude’s cheeks, his cloth coming to meet the battered ring. Erude gave a start, his body instinctively curling to protect itself from this new intruder. His heart pounded against his ribs as the warm wetness slid around his puckered anus, circling, wiping the cold semen from the quivering petals to leave them once more shimmering with the bright dew of a newly rising lust which burned with the first vibrant embers in his belly. Saarna let the cloth fall into the basin with a splash, the rabbit sitting up on his knees. His nimble fingers came to the white cloth which girdled his waist and with the merest flick, let the gossamer fabric flutter from his hips. The warm scent of the rabbit’s honeyed blossom wafted on the night breeze, carrying with it the tempting promise which blossomed between a pair of sleek, wet thighs. Erude’s mouth felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton, his tongue bloated two-sizes too big as he stared with wide eyes at the pink petals of Saarna’s blooming womanhood. 

“It is as lovely as you remember, my lord?” asked Saarna. He gave a tilt of his head, his ear slipping to the side to unveil his other eye, as green and luminous as the brightest of emeralds. 

As deep and clear as the sea, shimmering with a cold fire which roused the cat’s manhood into throbbing glory. Erude’s belly heaved, a bloated mound which spilled across the bed, wobbling with every shuddering breath as Saarna lowered himself towards Erude. His hand guided the cat’s hips, turning him onto his stomach with a pained grunt so that Erude’s rump was now pointing upwards towards the velvet canopy of his bed. 

“Saarna,” moaned Erude. “I don’t think I have much left to give.”

“Then, allow me, my lord,” said the rabbit.

Saarna’s body came to rest on Erude’s back, the firm muscles of his belly dancing along the curve of Erude’s spine, as he traced the swollen roundness of the cat’s belly. His nipples, hard, erect buds, prodded Erude’s shoulder blades, gliding along the cat’s skin to make the rabbit shiver. Saarna bit down on his lower lip, lest he begin to squeal with whorish delight, his mouth questing for the back of Erude’s neck. His kisses traveled the curve of Erude’s throat, meeting the delicate jaw, finding succor in the lips of the cat. Nimble, clawed fingers gripped Erude’s shoulders, hips beginning to circle against the cat’s buttocks. Saarna rose, his dripping blossom hot to the touch, petals parting like a flower greeted by the sun. For his sun had risen, the first shining rays of the cat’s lust bubbling up from Erude’s throat to groan in pained ecstasy as the rabbit’s pussy met his ass. Saarna slid up the feline’s rump, his hands slipping down Erude’s arms, grasping his wrists. Back, the rabbit moved, his mouth parting from the wet lips of Erude, traveling down the cat’s throat as the slave fell into a kneeling position. 

His chest pressed against Erude’s buttocks, his hands sliding along the cat’s arms, taking once more the swollen belly, cupping the distended orb so that his fingers spread across the bloated flesh. 

“When you are gravid, I will endeavor to bring joy to your fertile belly, my lord.” His fingers dug into the white fur, the rasp of his nails stirring the cat as the rabbit descended his lower belly. 

“You already bring me such pleasure,” whispered Erude. “Saarna, I must say it. For such has been occupying my mind.” His mouth formed the words, but his tongue could not yet bring them to life.

“My lord has no need to say anything to his slave,” the rabbit replied. His fingers found the tangle of Erude’s pubic fur. 

The cat arched his back, lifting his rump up into the air. Saarna’s muzzle dipped between his cheeks, warm lips circling the battered ring of Erude’s gaping anus. His mouth closed on that puckered circle, meeting the cat with a kiss to blast the air from his lungs. So different from that of the wolf, Saarna’s mouth sought to bring pleasure to Erude, to stir within him the desire to give himself willingly to the rabbit. His body came alive, growing hot, his stomach heaving, needing to take and be taken. His womb churned, hungering to quicken with the sloshing seed which filled it. Erude began to cry out, his voice rising into the warbling song of joyful agony as that warm tongue pressed deeper, lapping the shivering walls of his rectum, to spear his quivering prostate so that the stars exploded in Erude’s eyes. The cat wailed his love to the frosty heavens, making the stars wink in jealousy as his body quaked in exuberant elation. 

“O-Oh, Saarna,” he wept. “Oh, yes.”

Spurred by the cries of his love, the rabbit’s hand crept through the fragrant jungle of Erude’s pubic fur, finding the trembling rod which wept its shimmering, bitter tears to glimmer opalescent in the light of the moons. Slender fingers curled around Erude’s cock, stroking slowly, bringing the cat into a frothing boil of giddy ecstasy. Meanwhile, with teeth and tongue, Saarna sought to steal away the last of Boab’s cruel influence, wresting the quivering jubilation from Erude’s shuddering core. His fingers slid up the cat’s cock, his thumb pressing against the spongy glans, circling the weeping tip so that Erude howled his love to the sky. His fingers grazed the veined flesh, tracing the pulsing of Erude’s hot blood until he was cupping the fat, firm balls which swelled within the crinkled scrotum. 

“Oh… Oh…” moaned Erude. His lungs were burning, desperate to drink the cool air, yet he could not bring himself to so much as breathe, such was his bliss. 

Saarna’s lips smacked with the crackle of saliva, his tongue slithering deep, pulling back, bringing the cat into a frenzy which knew must end in only one way. His hand slid up Erude’s shaft, coming away from the weeping tip, his palm shimmering in the moonlight. Sticky with Erude’s precum which reflected the light of the moons, his palm appeared filled with liquid silver. Cupping his hand, lest he spill a single drop, the rabbit sat up, bringing his hand to his lips to slurp the bitter concoction, letting it flow down his throat like the finest wine, pooling into his belly. His cheeks bloomed scarlet beneath his fur, his vision beginning to sway. Drunk on the ecstasy of the one he loved, he placed a hand on Erude’s hip, turning the Siamese so that Erude would flop onto his back. The swollen belly rose, majestic, radiant in the light of the moons. How he yearned for when the cat would grow into his maternity. Though he could not say it, Saarna longed to be by Erude’s side. Together, they would grow into the full ripeness of their maternal forms, to caress bellies swollen with new, squirming life. He smacked his lips, tasting the sweetness of the cat’s milk which would some day flow and a hand came to his own breast, fingering the nipple as if his own milk would suddenly trickle forth. 

Erude wondered at what the rabbit must have thought, for Saarna remained kneeling motionless above him. His brown hands fell back behind his head, grasping for the pillows which had been tossed in all directions in his mad flight to escape the groping claws of the wolf. His legs were parted, his manhood throbbing behind the vast globe of his belly. Saarna placed his hands on Erude’s thighs, his mouth lowering, disappearing behind the hump of the cat’s belly. Warm, wet breath billowed on his tip, making Erude suddenly cry out with a spurt of glimmering precum. Saarna’s lips met the weeping tip, his tongue licking the bitter fluid from Erude’s manhood. Saarn’s nails gently traced the sloping curve of Erude’s cock, his lips traveling down the plump undershaft to make the cat practically melt in his ecstasy. The rabbit found the fat balls, his kisses setting them to boil with fresh seed. Erude shifted his hips with a whimper, his body yearning to release, but he could not give in, not yet. 

Saarna was rising now, his lips wrapping around the spongy head, his tongue curling around the shaft to lick the salty tang from the taut flesh. Down, he plunged, his muzzle descending into the scruff of Erude’s pubic fur. Up, he came, closing his lips around that shuddering rod, milking the cat’s manhood as he came to once more suckle the weeping tip which did not cease in its bitter flow. Enticed by the heady elixir of Erude’s groin, he plummeted faster, his head bobbing, suckling deeper, drawing the cat into a wailing, moaning froth as his feet kicked out, pounding the mattress with his heels as if that would somehow find him relief from Saarna’s vicious ministrations. Such was not to be his luck and Erude grasped at the empty air, unable to cling to anything which might save him from being swept away to sink into the dark depths of that giddy, carnal sea. He was adrift, helpless to the caress of Saarna’s hand which circled his belly, stirring the desires to grow heavy, to become ripe with the life within him. And to sew his own virile seed deep. 

Erude’s cries grew into high pitched shrieks of utter jubilation. His body acted of its own mind, his hips tilting, opening his lap to the rabbit who swallowed his throbbing manhood, the soft wetness of his gums, the swirling of his tongue driving the cat into a frenzy. His fur prickled with the tingle of sweat, the scent of his own musky odor becoming overwhelming. 

“A-Ah, Saarna,” Erude wailed. The cat’s back arched, thrusting his swollen middle upwards. “I can’t… please, I can’t…”

His bloated stomach heaved with each sobbing breath, but the rabbit at last freed him from his agonies. Black lips were plucked from the slick, shiny rod, leaving Erude’s cock to shiver in the fading gloom of night. The moonlight shone upon his manhood, shimmering from his snowy pelt, a pink saber to gleam with the saliva of the rabbit, trickling with its ceaseless flow of bitter precum. Saarna wiped his lips with the back of his hand and now would pull himself up the cat’s shuddering body. His womanhood, the blossoming flower of his dripping pussy, scorched the trembling rod of Erude, such was the heat which radiated from the rabbit’s body. 

“My lord,” Saarna whispered. His tongue squirmed between his lips like a fat worm. “I wish to please you now.”

“Saarna,” Erude began. He took the rabbit’s hands in his and turned his blue eyes to meet the gaze of the slave. “I wanted this. I see it now. Oh, how could I have made such a mistake?”

“Enough, my lord,” replied the rabbit. “The ink of the past has long since dried on the pages of eternity, but the future is yet to be written.” He leaned down, putting pressure on Erude’s gut, causing the feline to wince as those perfect lips met his in a kiss to steal away his discomfort. “Let’s take up that pen together and write the chapter we both wish for, my lord.”

Saarna pushed himself back, his hips rising, his wet petals lowering to brush the weeping tip of Erude’s throbbing member. As delicate as the blossom of a rose, Saarna’s lips encircled the pulsing rod, sliding down Erude’s cock with the grace of a dancer. Erude could only sigh, his eyes closing as he heaved a sobbing breath. Every muscle tightened, tendons standing like steel cables as his penis was drawn deep into that dark and alien world. His tip struck Saarna’s core as the rabbit plummeted, slamming down against his pubic bone. The cushion of Saarna’s mons Venus rubbed into his fur, eliciting a shiver from the rabbit as his sensitive clit caressed the tangled jungle of Erude’s groin. His thighs clenched, closing around Erude, rising now, milking the mewling feline. Up, he rose, dropping suddenly, his hips shifting, only to rise once more. Saarna’s hands fell to Erude’s belly, swollen in a mockery of pregnancy. The rabbit licked his lips, feeling the taut roundness beneath his palms, longing for the ripeness of Erude’s body to truly grow. He felt his own stomach then, carrying the offspring of the cat he loved, knowing that he too, would grow into the blessings of maternity right alongside his love. 

Faster, he rose, faster he fell. Never slowing, sweat falling from his muzzle to rain in shimmering droplets like liquid moonlight, Saarna danced to that tuneless song, the primal symphony of life. Erude gripped the velvet blanket, desperate to hold on as he felt himself swept away on that giddy sea. His body swam in utter blackness, lost on a tide of such carnal bliss. His mouth hung open, his pink tongue lolling between his albin fangs as he called out in the shrill voice of elation. Saarna fell forward, his hands reaching out, fingers entwining with those of the Siamese. His hips never stopped moving, his pelvis crashing down upon the cat, stirring the feline into moaning beneath him. Erude groaned, his cock throbbing within Saarna. The rabbit rose, and he would fall, slipping along the smooth walls of Saarna’s shuddering vagina, leaving behind the glimmering trail of his sticky juice to mingle with the fragrant nectars of his love. Erude pushed up, crashing into the falling rabbit, catching Saarna as the slave would close around him, circling, stirring the passions within Erude until his cock could no longer hold back. 

“Saarna,” moaned Erude. “I must release, please.”

“Yes, my lord,” whispered the rabbit. His slender arms were around Erude’s neck, his belly resting on the cat’s stomach. His chest, crowned with his erect nipples, rubbed delicately into the fur of Erude’s narrow breast. “Shall I release you, my lord, with a kiss?”

Saarna’s lips met Erude’s mouth and the cat whimpered. A single tear trickled from Erude’s eye, glistening like that of a jewel in the silver moonlight as his cock erupted. Hot, bubbling seed flowed forth, filling the womb of Saarna. The rabbit gave a sudden shiver as the heat bloomed in his lower belly, Erude’s seed being lapped up by his hungry womb. His mouth traveled from Erude’s lips to trace the delicate jaw, finding the curve of his throat as Erude let forth another ropy strand. The cat panted, gasping as his manhood vented its fury into the willing belly of the rabbit who straddled him. Already, Saarna’s belly was beginning to swell, ripening much like his own. Erude gulped, his throat bobbing as he found himself enthralled by the way Saarna grew with the roundness of pregnancy. How much bigger, how much more beautiful could he become, the cat wondered? His claws came to Saarna’s belly, sliding up the swelling curve to meet the hardened buds of his nipples. The glint of gold caught Erude’s eye, his gaze falling to the slender torc around the slave’s neck. 

The band was of twisted strands of glittering gold, beautifully etched, a beauty unfit for a lowly slave. Saarna sighed, pulling himself from Erude’s cock, leaving a sticky strand to cling between them as he came to lie by his master’s side. His eyes were the green of the sea, gazing into the depths of those glacial orbs as he put one arm around the cat. 

“Does my lord feel better?” he asked. 

“I… Yes,” said Erude. “Yes, I do.” He returned Saarna’s embrace, holding the rabbit close. “Saarna, would you lie with me for tonight?”

“I would do anything which my lord asks,” replied Saarna. His lips grazed the blue smeared mouth of Erude. “Anything at all.”

“And would you call me then by my name?” Erude’s lips pressed back against Saarna’s quivering mouth. “Call me Erude.”

“My lor--Erude,” stammered Saarna. “It is unbecoming of a slave to address his lord in such a manner. How could I ever do such a thing?”

Suddenly, in spite of the heaviness in his gut, Erude rose to his hip. His slender claws shot for the throat of Saarna, the rabbit giving a startled cry at the sudden explosion of violence from the cat. The clink of metal snapped across the bare tile and the golden torc came away in Erude’s hand. Saarna could only gape, awestruck by the glint of gold which flickered as a lambent flame in the brown hand of the cat. Reflexively, his hand came to his neck, feeling the indent in his fur from where the golden collar had bitten into his flesh for so long. 

“My lord,” Saarna spoke in a dry whisper, “what have you done?”

“Call me Erude,” the cat said. “I have removed your collar. Without it, you are not a slave.” He held up the band of glittering gold. “I am not your master.” Then, much to the astonishment of Saarna, Erude snapped the glinting torc around his own neck. “I am now your slave.”

Seeing Erude above him, the glimmer of gold flashing around his neck, Saarna could no longer hold back the tears which spilled from his eyes. His quaking fingers came to meet his trembling lips, his throat bobbing as he fought to speak. 

“Oh, Erude,” he wept. 

The cat seized his hands, tugging them from his quivering mouth, meeting those black lips with a kiss to still the hot tears which streaked the brown and tan fur. Saarna’s ears drooped to his shoulders, his arms finding themselves around Erude’s neck. Erude’s tongue slid between his teeth, caressing the roof of his mouth while the rabbit continued to sniffle. Warm and wet, his tongue swirled around Saarna’s slipping back from those black lips once more, gliding down the rabbit’s chin, seeking the uncovered throat, kissing the indent of Saarna’s fur where the collar of a slave once had glittered. Saarna arched his back, letting his head tilt to offer his throat to the cat. The empty chalice that was his collarbone beckoned and obediently, Erude would hasten to fill it. Overflowing with his kisses, the love of the feline poured itself down Saarna’s chest, Erude’s lips finding the erect nipple which dared to poke up from the tan field, his tongue circling the bumpy areola. 

“Oh, Erude,” sighed Saarna. “Never have I been the one to receive such pleasures.”

“I am but your humble slave, my lord,” the cat replied. “I will do anything for you.”

With gleaming fangs, he bit down on the hardened bud, pinching and twisting until Saarna cried out in pained elation. Brown hands sought the soft swell of Saarna’s belly, fingers rustling through the stiff pubic fur to gently stroke the wet, pink lips. Saarna’s thighs quivered, his legs opening, for he would be no such blushing maiden in the hands of his love. His lap would spread wide, giving his bloom to the cat who now would meet the dripping lips with a kiss to blast the air from the rabbit’s lungs. 

“Now it is I who shall please you,” said Erude. 

His lips met the puffy lobes, his tongue sliding between the fleshy petals of Saarna’s rose, striking the hot core to make the rabbit shudder in ecstasy. Saarna’s mouth hung open, screaming though no sound would come from that empty throat, but his eyes did flow with the ceaseless tears of dizzy jubilation. Erude sipped the wine of his love, letting it roll across his tongue, savoring as he pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He drank deep of that holy cup, exploring the shuddering walls of Saarna’s quivering vagina, finding them entracing. He strode deep, curling back, circling as he suckled the wet folds of his love. His arms looped around Saarna’s legs, lifting his rump so that Erude was now sitting up on his knees, his swollen belly expanding over his lap. He plunged into the slick cunny of the shrieking rabbit, guided by his love to reach those darkest, innermost places. He pulled back, lapping the trembling petals, flicking the erect nub of Saarna’s clit, striking the anvil of the rabbit’s pleasure to make the creature scream his joy to the frosty night. 

“Erude,” Saarna wept. “Erude, I love you.”

There were the words that he had longed to hear. His mind was awhirl, for thought Erude had wished to say it, such was unacceptable. For a leader to love a slave was unheard of, yet he could not cast the rabbit from his bed, not again. Gently, he lowered the whimpering creature to the bed, his belly sagging atop Saarna’s stomach as he slid between the rabbit’s thighs. In spite of their recent dalliance, Erude’s manhood remained stiff, throbbing with veins pulsing beneath the taut flesh. It was as if he had been possessed, for never had he felt so alive, so powerful than when he was in the arms of the rabbit. Saarna’s legs closed around his waist, drawing him into the dripping petals of his love. Erude’s cock plunged, squelching in the juices of Saarna’s honey, mingling with the loose strands of his own spent seed. His balls churned fat and heavy, desiring to release once more as Erude grasped Saarna’s arms, his mouth seeking the lips of the rabbit. 

Their kiss met with the wet smack of raw flesh, Erude breaking in a sputtering gasp as Saarna’s womanhood closed around his rod, stroking him, drawing him deeper. He would let go, allowing himself to be guided, to be led by the rabbit into that holiest glade, there to be given the very core of Saarna. More than the golden torc of the slave, the rabbit had truly given himself to Erude and done so willingly. Erude’s head swam, his vision spinning before his eyes. He saw the glint of green, the jeweled glimmer of Saarna’s emerald eyes and there, the merest flicker of a shadow, he saw what truly made his heart skip a beat. Had he imagined it? No, for he saw it again in the depths of Saarna’s eyes, a tentacle. The curling limb of his god, of the thing which slept in the timeless tomb of the deep, it was there, in the eye of the rabbit. Just as he had seen it in the shadow of the moon. Now, Erude had understood. His god was not mocking, not laughing at him, but celebrating. The thought turned his lips into a cruel smile which revealed his gleaming fangs. The foolish elders had believed that they were bringing Saarna to him, but it was the will of their god, the master, that the rabbit be paired with the feline. 

Erude laughed then, his voice causing the rabbit to stir. 

“Erude? What brings such laughter to your lips?” he asked. 

“My love, Saarna,” cried Erude. “Have you not seen? The hand of our god has come upon us.” His own hand came to his belly, no longer so heavy in its shame. “The bloodless golems, those miserable elders have long since allowed this cult to fester. Yet from us shall new, strong blood be born.” He embraced the rabbit, his manhood thrusting deep so that Saarna would give a pained moan. His lips grazing the throat of the rabbit, he whispered, “From us, my love, shall there be a new birth of such wonders.”

“Oh, yes,” whispered Saarna. “From us, from the womb which grows forever fecund. My love, Erude, please, I cannot stand it any longer.”

Erude pulled back, circling, thrusting once more. His hips locked to Saarna’s pelvis, his cock ready to burst. Together, they would sing their praises, hymns of life and love to the faceless eldritch being who dwelled in the infinite abyss. Such a beast, like all gods, was not easily given to generosity with his gifts, but sometimes, in the capricious whims of such a creature, there did come upon those lucky few the blessings of destiny. 

Panting, his seed spent, Erude removed the gold torc, tossing it to clatter on the marble. The golden collar rolled across the floor to settle against the wall, glittering in the waning light of the moons. Swaddled in the silver radiance, their bodies shimmering with the gleam of sweat, they would lie in one another’s arms, dreaming of what was to come. For Erude, there churned the plots for revenge against the bitter toads, the wresting of his kingdom from the ancient, decayed hands of beings no longer fit in the eyes of his god. He would rule, yes, truly rule as something more than a mere figurehead. His eyes opened, his gaze falling to Saarna. The rabbit slumbered in his arms, his body the calming serenity which brought such joy to the cat’s heart. Yes, with the rabbit by his side, he would change the world. His hand came to his belly, feeling the budding life within his womb. Indeed, such changes were already beginning.