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Lambert tries to get some relief. Keyword, tries to.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's tough being basically an all powerful God and running a cult. Lambert tries to get some relief. Keyword, tries to.", "writing": "Lambert was many things in his life. The last survivor of his race, a glorious cult leader, the slayer of The One who Waits (and managed to wed him~), and overall a benevolent person not unlike the Old Bishops. But another thing Lambert is, he's fucking horny.\n\nEven before being chosen as Narinder's vessel, he was pretty much a flirt who loves to flaunt his feminine appearance despite being male. And right now, this is no different. But it was getting difficult to find some relief when he's constantly interrupted.\n\nWhen he was chosen, Lambert chose the perfect outfit for himself. And ever since then, it kinda stuck. He wore a red cloak, but also wore red thigh high stockings and a red thong. He felt comfortable with this new attire and never once changed it. And when he got some looks and admirers? It only made running the cult easier and gaining new followers~\n\nHe was alone in his chapel, nobody around. He started rubbing his crotch, trying to get himself aroused, when he suddenly hears the doors creaking and quickly stands up to find one of his followers asking for advice in the confession booth.\n\n\"Sure. No problem, Step inside.\" Lambert said with a strained smile. He should have known doing it here was a bad idea. As the follower confessed about their problems, meanwhile, Lambert was just bored and put off. Once he got that over with, his sighs with annoyance. He'll need to find another way to get his rocks off.\n\nAround the cult grounds, he tried to find a good spot to please himself. He goes into the farm and hides behind bags of seeds and supplies.\n\n\"Take two.\" He whispers to himself, suckling off his fingers, imagining a cock using his mouth while rubbing his crotch. His cock was slowly getting erect and he wrapped his hand around it. He was so close. So-\n\nBut before Lambert could do anything, he accidently bumped into the shelf as a pot landed on his head and he cries out in pain. He could hear footsteps and managed to cover himself with his cloak.\n\n\"Great Leader? What are you doing here and... what happened to your head?\" Said a follower, he was a male donkey.\n\n\"Oh! I was just, uh... doing inventory check. Yup. All seems to be accounted for here.\" Lambert says, acting casual, despite the fact he could feel something trailing on the side of his head.\n\n\"You're uhm... bleeding. Do you need-\" The donkey asked before Lambert quickly walks past him.\n\n\"No need. I can take care of myself. Uh, I might owe you a new pot. Bye bye now!\" The cult leader says and as he makes his way back to his home, he growls. \"Dammit! Who places a pot that high up?\"\n\nHe sighs and gets himself bandaged up. The days went on, constantly being blue balled and cock blocked. He had to settle some stupid dispute about something, he had to clean someone's shit up (literally and figuratively), help tend to the crops and cooking and etc. \n\nThere were even times during his sermon's that he would touch himself underneath his cloak without his followers knowing. But this came with a couple of problems. A, he would sometimes lose his place. And B, it was really hard to be taken seriously when his face is flushed as if he were drunk.\n\nBut he can just tell by reading some of his followers minds (he never could figure out how to turn this damn power off) what they were thinking.\n\n'What's wrong with our Great Leader?'\n\n'Is he sick?'\n\n'Is he...? By the Gods he is...'\n\nThat was all he needed to hear before he embarrassed himself even further. THIS clearly wasn't working either. It was just... too awkward.\n\n\"Don't kill each other, play nice, and, uh... yadda, yadda, yadda. Praise the Lamb. Okay, Dismissed!\" Lambert quickly concluded, wanting to get out of there. He face plants into the door before opening it, as he could hear some his followers laughing at his antics. He wanted to die.\n\nHe feels like he's gonna lose his damn mind. Being pent up and without release. He'll have to do something crazy. On the guise of a crusade, he ventures into the furthest lands. He looks around, making sure no one is nearby. Finally, he can have his fun.\n\nHe got himself comfortable, sitting on a rock as he fondles his balls and works his shaft. Panting quietly as he feels himself getting aroused.\n\n\"Mmm... that's it. Almost there... and then I can have some fun~\" Lambert says to himself, giggling with glee. He feels himself getting hard and uses both of his hands to stroke his erect cock. \"Mmmh... thaaat's it... come to papa...~\"\n\nLamebert was lost in pleasure, he didn't pay any attention to anything around him. This was it. This was finally it. He was really going to-\n\nAn arrow hits him in the head, and he keels over. He didn't notice a heretic ambushing him and sniping him from afar. By the time he revived himself back at the cult grounds, he was livid. He heads back to his home and goes to his bed, screaming into his pillow with pent up frustration.\n\n\"FUCK! Fucking prick! He KNEW I was out in the open! Next time I see him, he is SO getting sacrificed! What am I supposed to do now? I can't just ask anyone to...\" Lambert ranted to himself and stopped. There was one person he knows of. \"... I'm an idiot. And I'm also the idiot who died whilst jerking off. I'm never living this one down.\"\n\nLambert leaves his house and searches among his followers. He spots a certain three-eyed fallen deity. Perfect. Narinder was doing inventory check and felt someone grabbing his wrist.\n\n\"What the...?! Lambert? What are you-\" Narinder began before being forcefully dragged away, the lamb not even caring if he's making a scene.\n\n\"I need you for something important Nari. Carry on as you were my followers!\" Lambert replied in a hurried tone and made his way back to his house and shoved Narinder onto the bed.\n\n\"Ugh! Damned lamb! What's the big... idea...?\" Narinder trailed off as he saw how deranged Lambert looked as he locked the door. \"Uh... is everything alright?\"\n\n\"No, Nari. I've been trying to get off for DAYS. And I'm constantly cock blocked and busy! What's worse, I died by some heretic! I WILL NOT LET THIS STAND!!!\" Lambert announced dramatically, as Narinder tried his very best not to laugh, and imagine the situation that the cult leader was in.\n\n\"So... you roped me into this. Of course.\" The three eyed feline says matter of factly.\n\n\"I have a mission... to have the best sex of my life! And NO ONE, will stop me!\" The lamb said, not even caring how overdramatic and unhinged he sounded right now. He was a deity on a mission. He takes off his collar, removes his cloak and discards them to the floor. He puts his crown aside as he exposes himself. \"Now... you will fuck me. And fuck me good.\"\n\nNarinder had to admit, he's seen Lambert naked before, and damn, does he look sexy with this thick thighs and fat ass. And as he is right now, being a demanding bottom bitch. Well, he couldn't lie and said he wasn't turned on. Besides, he knew that Lambert could read his mind anyways.\n\n\"Well, who am I to deny such a kind, devoted and demanding princess?\" Narinder teases as he saw Lambert pouting cutely as he crawls over and lifts the robe off of the feline.\n\"... M'not a princess... I can be a pretty prince.\" Lambert muttered, like he's acting like a child. \"And right, now this prince wants to be pampered.\" Once Narinder removes his robe, the lamb eyes his prize. The feline's cock and balls. He nearly drools at the sight.\n\n\"Well, you sometimes act like a princess. You're little drama certainly doesn't earn you any favors.\" Narinder snarked as Lambert snapped out of his cockdrunk state and glares at his ex-God.\n\n\"... Do you want me to pleasure you or not? I am NOT in the mood for your sass.\" The lamb says, gritting his teeth in annoyance. He was so gonna have this, and nothing in the Universe will stop him!\n\n\"Yes, Mother.\" The three eyed feline was clearly having fun, seeing Lambert for once being so caught off guard and behaving like this. The normally confident and somewhat innocent lamb so fucking desperate just to get his rocks off.\n\n\"... You're fucking lucky I love you. I'm gonna start sucking you off now.\" And that was the end of that little spat. Lambert opens his mouth and take's Narinder's cock inside. He gives out a muffled moan, finally relaxing and focusing on the task at hand, eyes half lidded in pleasure as he heard the feline moaning.\n\nFeeling the warm, wet sensation of Lambert's mouth enveloping his length, Narinder lets out a low groan of pleasure. \n\n\"Oh, fuck...\" His fingers tighten around the lamb's horns, holding him steady as he begins to thrust gently, setting a rhythm designed to drive both himself and Lambert wild. \"Damn, you always know exactly what to do...\" He murmurs between pants, watching the lamb's lips stretch wide around his girth, feeling the vibrations of the god's moans reverberate down his shaft.\n\nLambert hums around Narinder's cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The vibrations from his throat send delightful tremors up Narinder’s length, making it twitch within his warm, wet mouth. He sucks eagerly, drawing every inch of his partner deeper, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, teasing the slit with practiced ease.\n\nHis hands roam over Narinder's hips, gripping tightly as if afraid he might disappear if he let go. His own erection began twitching.\n\nAs Lambert works tirelessly to bring Narinder closer to climax, the feline's own desire reaches a fever pitch. His thick, veiny cock twitches and leaks pre-cum, leaving sticky trails across his plush belly. Unable to resist any longer, he reaches down and wraps his hand around his own length, stroking firmly as he watches Narinder writhe in pleasure above him.\n\nFeeling the pressure of Narinder's orgasm building, Lambert pulls away with a pop, panting heavily as he looks up at his partner. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he moves lower, pressing a series of kisses along Narinder's length before taking the swollen head into his mouth again. He suckles gently, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip while his hand pumps the base of Narinder's cock, coaxing his release closer and closer.\n\nThe dual assault on his senses sends shivers racing down Narinder's spine. With each lap of Lambert's tongue and squeeze of his hand, he feels himself spiraling towards the edge.\n\n\"Fuck, Lambert... I'm close...!\", he gasps out, his voice ragged with need. He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of Lambert's head, his hips jerking instinctively as he rides the waves of pleasure coursing through him.\n\nSensing Narinder's impending climax, Lambert redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and pumping faster. He wants to taste his partner's release, to feel the hot spurts of cum coating his tongue and filling his mouth. \n\nHis own cock is twitching and leaking pre, but he pushes it aside, focused entirely on bringing Narinder to the brink and beyond. With a final, deep suckle, he sends Narinder careening over the edge.\n\nWith a strangled cry, Narinder's control snaps. His cock pulses in Lambert's mouth, shooting ropes of thick cum down his throat. The sensation is overwhelming, driving him mad with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm crashes through him. His knees buckle slightly, but Lambert's firm grip keeps him upright, allowing him to ride out the intensity of his climax without fear of falling.\n\nAs Narinder's release subsides, Lambert slowly releases his softening cock from his mouth, licking his lips clean of the remaining drops of cum. He gazes up at Narinder with a smug, satisfied smile, clearly proud of the incredible orgasm he just coaxed from his partner. His own erection still throbs insistently, begging for attention, but for now, he seems content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.\n\nAfter a moment to catch his breath, Narinder reaches down and gently cups Lambert's face, brushing his thumb over the god's kiss-swollen lips. \"That was amazing.\" He murmurs, his voice still rough from his recent climax.\n\n\"Wasn't it? But I'm not done.\" Lambert pushes Narinder onto his back and climbs onto his lap. He positions himself and lowers his hips, the feline's cock shoved inside as Lambert moans, placing his hands on the cat's chest with a predatory smile. \"Fuck me!~\"\n\nWith a growl of approval, Narinder grips Lambert's hips tightly, guiding him down onto his cock. The tight warmth of the god's ass envelopes him completely, squeezing and milking his length with every movement. He thrusts upward, meeting Lambert's downward strokes with equal force, creating a delicious friction that has them both moaning in unison.\n\nLambert throws his head back, letting out a string of lewd curses as he takes Narinder's full length. Each thrust drives him further toward obliviation, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. His own cock rubs against Narinder's abdomen, leaking precum onto the feline's fur. He grinds down, chasing the sweet friction that promises to send him over the edge soon enough.\n\n\"Oooohhhh! Fuuuuuck!~ You have NO idea how much I needed this, Nari!~\" Lambert moans out, feeling pleasure coursing through his body.\n\nNarinder's eyes roll back in bliss as Lambert rides him hard and fast, the god's velvety walls clenching like a vice around his throbbing shaft. Sweat drips down his brow as he pistons his hips upwards, slamming into Lambert's prostate with every powerful thrust. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the room, mingling with their escalating moans and cries of ecstasy.\n\n\"Shit, Lambert! You're so fucking tight!\" Narinder groans, his claws digging into the meat of Lambert's thighs as he holds on for dear life. \"I'm gonna fill you up so good. Gonna pump you full of my seed until it's dripping out of you!\"\n\nWith those filthy words, he flips their positions, pinning Lambert beneath him on the bed.\n\nPanting and disoriented, Lambert finds himself suddenly on his back, Narinder looming over him with a fierce glint in his eyes. Before he can react, the feline's weight presses him into the mattress, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at Lambert's entrance once more.\n\n\"N-No, wait!\" Lambert tries to protest, even as his body betrays him, arching up to meet Narinder's advance. \"I-I don't think we should-\"\n\nBut his words dissolve into a strangled moan as Narinder surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, brutal stroke. The sudden intrusion makes Lambert see stars, his vision blurring at the edges as he's stretched impossibly wide around Narinder's girth.\n\n\"HNAAAGGGHH!!!~ OH, NARI!!!~\" Lambert screams, smiling and shedding tears.\n\nNarinder grins down at Lambert, reveling in the sight of his distress turning quickly into pleasure. He begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has Lambert writhing beneath him. Every thrust hits Lambert's sweet spot perfectly, sending jolts of electricity straight to his brain. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by Lambert's choked-out moans and pleas for more.\n\n\"You like that, huh?\" Narinder pants, leaning down to nip at Lambert's neck. \"Like being filled up by my big dick?\" The feline's hips snap forward, driving deeper than before, pushing Lambert towards an edge he didn't know existed\n\nLambert can only gasp and nod frantically, unable to form coherent sentences under the onslaught of pleasure. Each thrust sends shockwaves rippling through his entire body, making his toes curl and his fingers twitch. His cock throbs painfully against his belly, leaking copious amounts of precum that slickens Narinder's fur.\n\n\"Oh gods... yes...\" Lambert manages to whimper between gritted teeth. \"More... please...\"\n\nHis plea is met with another deep plunge, followed by a series of rapid-fire thrusts designed to drive Lambert insane with lust.\n\nNarinder's ears perk up at Lambert's desperate pleas, emboldened by the fact that Lambert seems to be enjoying this far more than he initially let on. He leans down to capture Lambert's lips in a searing kiss, muffling his moans as he continues to pound into him relentlessly.\n\n\"I'll give you everything you need,\" Narinder vows between kisses, his voice husky with desire. \"Everything you've ever wanted.\"\n\nHis words are punctuated by a particularly deep thrust, aimed directly at Lambert's prostate.\n\nLambert's mind goes blank at the sensation, his entire world narrowing down to the feeling of Narinder's cock pounding into him. His hands claw at Narinder's back, urging him on, his nails leaving trails of pink across the feline's taut skin.\n\n\"Oh fuck, Nari!\" Lambert cries out, his voice ragged with pleasure. \"Don't stop! Please, don't stop!\"\n\nHe feels himself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of an orgasm so intense it scares him.\n\n\"Aaahh!~ I'm so fucking close!~\" Lambert cries out.\n\nNarinder growls lowly, driven wild by Lambert's pleas and the feel of his tight heat enveloping him. He increases his pace even further, each thrust becoming more urgent and desperate. He can tell Lambert is right there with him, teetering on the brink of release.\n\n\"That's it, Lambert,\" Narinder encourages, biting down on Lambert's shoulder. \"Let go. Come for me.\"\n\nWith a final, savage thrust, Narinder sends Lambert hurtling over the edge.\n\nLambert's entire body convulses as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over him. His cock twitches and spurts, shooting ropes of hot cum onto his stomach and chest. The intensity of it leaves him seeing stars, his vision going white-hot as pleasure courses through every nerve ending.\n\n\"NNNAAAARRRRIIIIII!!!!\" Lambert screams out his name, his voice breaking with the sheer magnitude of his release.\n\nFeeling Lambert's inner walls clenching around him, Narinder lets loose a guttural groan, his hips jerking erratically as he buries himself to the hilt inside the god. Hot jets of cum erupt from his throbbing length, painting Lambert's insides with each spurt.\n\n\"Fuck... Lambert...\" Narinder gasps out, collapsing onto the god with a satisfied purr.\n\n\"Ooooohhh... That... was FUCKING amazing~\" Lambert panted out with a smile.\n\nNarinder chuckles softly, nuzzling into Lambert's neck as he slowly pulls out. He watches with satisfaction as his cum leaks out of Lambert, dribbling down his thighs in thick rivulets.\n\n\"Mmm... I guess you were right about needing this,\" Narinder murmurs teasingly. \"It was pretty damn good for me too.\" Narinder was shocked as Lambert forces him on his back again and grinds his ass on his cock again.\n\n\"I still need more...~\" Lambert says hungrily, and the three eyed feline blinked, a bead of sweat ran down his face.\n\n\"U-uh... Lambert? I just came and all. I really need to-\" But he was ignored when the lamb slams his hips back down. \"Aaah!\"\n\nLambert doesn't seem to care about Narinder's protests, instead choosing to ride him like a bucking bronco. His ass bounces rhythmically on the feline's lap, taking every inch of Narinder's still hard member. The friction sends sparks flying through Lambert's body, reigniting the embers of his arousal.\n\n\"Narinder, I need more,\" Lambert whines, reaching behind himself to grip Narinder's hips tightly. \"Please, give me what I want.\"\n\nHe leans forward slightly, bracing himself on Narinder's chest as he picks up speed.\n\nNarinder groans, his head falling back against the pillow as Lambert takes control. He can feel his cock hardening again inside the god, responding eagerly to the stimulation. His hands come up to grip Lambert's waist, guiding him in a steady rhythm.\n\n\"F-Fuck, Lambert,\" Narinder gasps out, his hips starting to rock upwards involuntarily. \"If this is what you needed, you could have just said so.\"\n\nAnd thus, a marathon of sex began. Lambert was fucked in basically any position the two could think of. Lambert was always the bottom though, and he didn't care.\nLambert was on all fours, slamming his hips on Narinder's cock, panting and moaning like the slut he is.\n\n\"Aaah!~ Hhnhh!~ Nari...!~ Narinder!~ Fuck!!~\" He moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him at this point. He needed relief. NOW.\n\nThe lamb was in a missionary position, groaning loudly, as he came once again, staining his chest. He's honestly lost track of how many orgasms it was.\n\nThis went on for hours. And no matter how many times Narinder tried to stop the lamb, he just wouldn't listen.\n\nLambert is utterly spent by the time they finally collapse onto the bed, both of them covered in sweat and cum. He lies sprawled across Narinder's chest, his breathing heavy and labored. Despite their exhaustion, neither of them can bring themselves to move away from one another.\n\nOnce Lambert's cock high was done, he looked over at the state of his partner. Nariner was utterly spent and exhausted. And like that, a switch was flipped in Lambert's head.\n\"Oh Gods, I'm so sorry Nari! I was so pent up, I got carried away, and now you probably hate me forever and I'll die alone! Well, can't die, but live alone-oh shit! THAT'S WORSE!!!\" He was in full blown panic mode.\n\nNarinder blinks lazily at Lambert's panicked ramblings, his breath still coming in heavy pants. He reaches up to ruffle the god's hair affectionately.\n\n\"Calm down, Lamb,\" Narinder murmurs, pulling him closer into his arms. \"I don't hate you. Far from it actually.\"\n\nHe gives a soft laugh, running his fingers through Lambert's sweat-soaked locks. \"I mean, we just had sex for hours straight. I'd say that counts as liking someone, wouldn't you?\"\n\nLambert's frantic energy begins to dissipate as Narinder's soothing words wash over him. He looks up at the feline with wide, uncertain eyes, searching for any hint of deception.\n\"But... but I took advantage of you,\" Lambert whispers, his voice trembling. \"I couldn't stop myself, and I made you do it over and over...\"\n\nTears prick at the corners of his eyes as he buries his face in Narinder's chest, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Nari. So, so sorry...\" Lambert says quietly.\n\n\"Lambert, you were pent up. And while I am... drained.\" Narinder explains as he saw the lamb wince from that, before muttering an apology again. \"I haven't had sex for that long in... many years.\"\n\nLambert blinked at that. Was he actually the first to go all the way through? Narinder's admission seems to surprise Lambert, who pulls back slightly to look at him with newfound curiosity.\n\n\"Really?\" Lambert asks, his voice tinged with wonder. \"No one else has ever been able to satisfy you like that?\"\n\nHe bites his lip, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye. \"Maybe I should start charging by the hour,\" Lambert teases, trying to lighten the mood.\n\nBut then his expression turns serious once more, and he reaches up to cup Narinder's cheek tenderly. \"Thank you for being patient with me, Nari. I know I can be a handful sometimes.\"\n\nLambert leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Narinder's lips. \"I promise to make it up to you, okay?\"\n\nNarinder smiles softly at Lambert's words, leaning into the touch. \"You're welcome, Lamb. And don't worry about making it up to me - just knowing that I could help relieve some of your stress is enough for me.\"\n\nHe returns the kiss, savoring the taste of Lambert's lips. When they part, Narinder rests his forehead against Lambert's, gazing into those mesmerizing eyes.\n\n\"You know, I've never met anyone quite like you before,\" Narinder murmurs. \"Your passion, your energy... it's intoxicating. I feel lucky to have experienced even a fraction of what you can offer.\"\n\nHis hand slides down to rest on Lambert's lower back, pulling him flush against his body. \"So let's not dwell on apologies or debts owed. Instead, let's focus on enjoying each other's company, whenever we can. Deal?\"\n\nLambert gives a cute giggle and nods. \"Deal. I love you~\" And with that, they snuggled and rested.\n\n[...]\n\nThe next morning the sermon begins and Lambert sighs, knowing that his cult followers probably. No, definitely, heard him moaning like a whore last night.\n'Alright, get your comments over with.' Lambert sighs in resignation, he's never gonna live this one down.\n\nAs Lambert steps up to the podium, he can feel the weight of his congregation's gaze upon him. They're all staring, their expressions a mix of concern, amusement, and perhaps a hint of excitement.\n\n\"Well, good morning everyone,\" Lambert begins, trying to sound casual despite the blush creeping up his neck. \"I hope you all slept well last night.\"\nA few chuckles ripple through the crowd, and Lambert's heart sinks. This isn't going to be easy.\n\n\"I, uh, wanted to address something that might have disturbed a few of you during the evening service,\" he continues, clearing his throat. \"There was some... vocal activity coming from my quarters.\"\n\nMurmurs break out among the faithful, and Lambert's face burns with embarrassment. He can only imagine what wild theories they must be spinning in their minds.\n\"Yeah, we know! You two had sex!\" Shouted one follower as Lambert groans. Great. They ALL knew.\n\nLambert groans, rubbing his temples in frustration. This is exactly why he doesn't do relationships - too much drama, too many people sticking their noses where they don't belong.\n\n\"Look, it's none of your business what goes on behind closed doors,\" Lambert snaps, his patience wearing thin. \"Narinder and I are consenting adults, and we'll conduct our private affairs however we damn well please.\"\n\nHe slams his fist on the podium. The congregation falls silent, cowed by his sudden outburst.\n\n\"And another thing,\" Lambert growls, his eyes flashing with anger. \"I am still your God, whether I'm getting laid or not. So show some respect!\"\nThe room remains quiet, the tension palpable. Lambert takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.\n\n\"Now with that out of the way... let's begin the sermons, shall we?\" And he gave an innocent and friendly smile, acting like what happened earlier didn't occur.\nJust another day in the cult.\n\nTHE END", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Lambert was many things in his life. The last survivor of his race, a glorious cult leader, the slayer of The One who Waits (and managed to wed him~), and overall a benevolent person not unlike the Old Bishops. But another thing Lambert is, he's fucking horny.

Even before being chosen as Narinder's vessel, he was pretty much a flirt who loves to flaunt his feminine appearance despite being male. And right now, this is no different. But it was getting difficult to find some relief when he's constantly interrupted.

When he was chosen, Lambert chose the perfect outfit for himself. And ever since then, it kinda stuck. He wore a red cloak, but also wore red thigh high stockings and a red thong. He felt comfortable with this new attire and never once changed it. And when he got some looks and admirers? It only made running the cult easier and gaining new followers~

He was alone in his chapel, nobody around. He started rubbing his crotch, trying to get himself aroused, when he suddenly hears the doors creaking and quickly stands up to find one of his followers asking for advice in the confession booth.

"Sure. No problem, Step inside." Lambert said with a strained smile. He should have known doing it here was a bad idea. As the follower confessed about their problems, meanwhile, Lambert was just bored and put off. Once he got that over with, his sighs with annoyance. He'll need to find another way to get his rocks off.

Around the cult grounds, he tried to find a good spot to please himself. He goes into the farm and hides behind bags of seeds and supplies.

"Take two." He whispers to himself, suckling off his fingers, imagining a cock using his mouth while rubbing his crotch. His cock was slowly getting erect and he wrapped his hand around it. He was so close. So-

But before Lambert could do anything, he accidently bumped into the shelf as a pot landed on his head and he cries out in pain. He could hear footsteps and managed to cover himself with his cloak.

"Great Leader? What are you doing here and... what happened to your head?" Said a follower, he was a male donkey.

"Oh! I was just, uh... doing inventory check. Yup. All seems to be accounted for here." Lambert says, acting casual, despite the fact he could feel something trailing on the side of his head.

"You're uhm... bleeding. Do you need-" The donkey asked before Lambert quickly walks past him.

"No need. I can take care of myself. Uh, I might owe you a new pot. Bye bye now!" The cult leader says and as he makes his way back to his home, he growls. "Dammit! Who places a pot that high up?"

He sighs and gets himself bandaged up. The days went on, constantly being blue balled and cock blocked. He had to settle some stupid dispute about something, he had to clean someone's shit up (literally and figuratively), help tend to the crops and cooking and etc.

There were even times during his sermon's that he would touch himself underneath his cloak without his followers knowing. But this came with a couple of problems. A, he would sometimes lose his place. And B, it was really hard to be taken seriously when his face is flushed as if he were drunk.

But he can just tell by reading some of his followers minds (he never could figure out how to turn this damn power off) what they were thinking.

'What's wrong with our Great Leader?'

'Is he sick?'

'Is he...? By the Gods he is...'

That was all he needed to hear before he embarrassed himself even further. THIS clearly wasn't working either. It was just... too awkward.

"Don't kill each other, play nice, and, uh... yadda, yadda, yadda. Praise the Lamb. Okay, Dismissed!" Lambert quickly concluded, wanting to get out of there. He face plants into the door before opening it, as he could hear some his followers laughing at his antics. He wanted to die.

He feels like he's gonna lose his damn mind. Being pent up and without release. He'll have to do something crazy. On the guise of a crusade, he ventures into the furthest lands. He looks around, making sure no one is nearby. Finally, he can have his fun.

He got himself comfortable, sitting on a rock as he fondles his balls and works his shaft. Panting quietly as he feels himself getting aroused.

"Mmm... that's it. Almost there... and then I can have some fun~" Lambert says to himself, giggling with glee. He feels himself getting hard and uses both of his hands to stroke his erect cock. "Mmmh... thaaat's it... come to papa...~"

Lamebert was lost in pleasure, he didn't pay any attention to anything around him. This was it. This was finally it. He was really going to-

An arrow hits him in the head, and he keels over. He didn't notice a heretic ambushing him and sniping him from afar. By the time he revived himself back at the cult grounds, he was livid. He heads back to his home and goes to his bed, screaming into his pillow with pent up frustration.

"FUCK! Fucking prick! He KNEW I was out in the open! Next time I see him, he is SO getting sacrificed! What am I supposed to do now? I can't just ask anyone to..." Lambert ranted to himself and stopped. There was one person he knows of. "... I'm an idiot. And I'm also the idiot who died whilst jerking off. I'm never living this one down."

Lambert leaves his house and searches among his followers. He spots a certain three-eyed fallen deity. Perfect. Narinder was doing inventory check and felt  someone grabbing his wrist.

"What the...?! Lambert? What are you-" Narinder began before being forcefully dragged away, the lamb not even caring if he's making a scene.

"I need you for something important Nari. Carry on as you were my followers!" Lambert replied in a hurried tone and made his way back to his house and shoved Narinder onto the bed.

"Ugh! Damned lamb! What's the big... idea...?" Narinder trailed off as he saw how deranged Lambert looked as he locked the door. "Uh... is everything alright?"

"No, Nari. I've been trying to get off for DAYS. And I'm constantly cock blocked and busy! What's worse, I died by some heretic! I WILL NOT LET THIS STAND!!!" Lambert announced dramatically, as Narinder tried his very best not to laugh, and imagine the situation that the cult leader was in.

"So... you roped me into this. Of course." The three eyed feline says matter of factly.

"I have a mission... to have the best sex of my life! And NO ONE, will stop me!" The lamb said, not even caring how overdramatic and unhinged he sounded right now. He was a deity on a mission. He takes off his collar, removes his cloak and discards them to the floor. He puts his crown aside as he exposes himself. "Now... you will fuck me. And fuck me good."

Narinder had to admit, he's seen Lambert naked before, and damn, does he look sexy with this thick thighs and fat ass. And as he is right now, being a demanding bottom bitch. Well, he couldn't lie and said he wasn't turned on. Besides, he knew that Lambert could read his mind anyways.

"Well, who am I to deny such a kind, devoted and demanding princess?" Narinder teases as he saw Lambert pouting cutely as he crawls over and lifts the robe off of the feline.
"... M'not a princess... I can be a pretty prince." Lambert muttered, like he's acting like a child. "And right, now this prince wants to be pampered." Once Narinder removes his robe, the lamb eyes his prize. The feline's cock and balls. He nearly drools at the sight.

"Well, you sometimes act like a princess. You're little drama certainly doesn't earn you any favors." Narinder snarked as Lambert snapped out of his cockdrunk state and glares at his ex-God.

"... Do you want me to pleasure you or not? I am NOT in the mood for your sass." The lamb says, gritting his teeth in annoyance. He was so gonna have this, and nothing in the Universe will stop him!

"Yes, Mother." The three eyed feline was clearly having fun, seeing Lambert for once being so caught off guard and behaving like this. The normally confident and somewhat innocent lamb so fucking desperate just to get his rocks off.

"... You're fucking lucky I love you. I'm gonna start sucking you off now." And that was the end of that little spat. Lambert opens his mouth and take's Narinder's cock inside. He gives out a muffled moan, finally relaxing and focusing on the task at hand, eyes half lidded in pleasure as he heard the feline moaning.

Feeling the warm, wet sensation of Lambert's mouth enveloping his length, Narinder lets out a low groan of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck..." His fingers tighten around the lamb's horns, holding him steady as he begins to thrust gently, setting a rhythm designed to drive both himself and Lambert wild. "Damn, you always know exactly what to do..." He murmurs between pants, watching the lamb's lips stretch wide around his girth, feeling the vibrations of the god's moans reverberate down his shaft.

Lambert hums around Narinder's cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The vibrations from his throat send delightful tremors up Narinder’s length, making it twitch within his warm, wet mouth. He sucks eagerly, drawing every inch of his partner deeper, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, teasing the slit with practiced ease.

His hands roam over Narinder's hips, gripping tightly as if afraid he might disappear if he let go. His own erection began twitching.

As Lambert works tirelessly to bring Narinder closer to climax, the feline's own desire reaches a fever pitch. His thick, veiny cock twitches and leaks pre-cum, leaving sticky trails across his plush belly. Unable to resist any longer, he reaches down and wraps his hand around his own length, stroking firmly as he watches Narinder writhe in pleasure above him.

Feeling the pressure of Narinder's orgasm building, Lambert pulls away with a pop, panting heavily as he looks up at his partner. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he moves lower, pressing a series of kisses along Narinder's length before taking the swollen head into his mouth again. He suckles gently, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip while his hand pumps the base of Narinder's cock, coaxing his release closer and closer.

The dual assault on his senses sends shivers racing down Narinder's spine. With each lap of Lambert's tongue and squeeze of his hand, he feels himself spiraling towards the edge.

"Fuck, Lambert... I'm close...!", he gasps out, his voice ragged with need. He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of Lambert's head, his hips jerking instinctively as he rides the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Sensing Narinder's impending climax, Lambert redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and pumping faster. He wants to taste his partner's release, to feel the hot spurts of cum coating his tongue and filling his mouth.

His own cock is twitching and leaking pre, but he pushes it aside, focused entirely on bringing Narinder to the brink and beyond. With a final, deep suckle, he sends Narinder careening over the edge.

With a strangled cry, Narinder's control snaps. His cock pulses in Lambert's mouth, shooting ropes of thick cum down his throat. The sensation is overwhelming, driving him mad with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm crashes through him. His knees buckle slightly, but Lambert's firm grip keeps him upright, allowing him to ride out the intensity of his climax without fear of falling.

As Narinder's release subsides, Lambert slowly releases his softening cock from his mouth, licking his lips clean of the remaining drops of cum. He gazes up at Narinder with a smug, satisfied smile, clearly proud of the incredible orgasm he just coaxed from his partner. His own erection still throbs insistently, begging for attention, but for now, he seems content to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

After a moment to catch his breath, Narinder reaches down and gently cups Lambert's face, brushing his thumb over the god's kiss-swollen lips. "That was amazing." He murmurs, his voice still rough from his recent climax.

"Wasn't it? But I'm not done." Lambert pushes Narinder onto his back and climbs onto his lap. He positions himself and lowers his hips, the feline's cock shoved inside as Lambert moans, placing his hands on the cat's chest with a predatory smile. "Fuck me!~"

With a growl of approval, Narinder grips Lambert's hips tightly, guiding him down onto his cock. The tight warmth of the god's ass envelopes him completely, squeezing and milking his length with every movement. He thrusts upward, meeting Lambert's downward strokes with equal force, creating a delicious friction that has them both moaning in unison.

Lambert throws his head back, letting out a string of lewd curses as he takes Narinder's full length. Each thrust drives him further toward obliviation, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. His own cock rubs against Narinder's abdomen, leaking precum onto the feline's fur. He grinds down, chasing the sweet friction that promises to send him over the edge soon enough.

"Oooohhhh! Fuuuuuck!~ You have NO idea how much I needed this, Nari!~" Lambert moans out, feeling pleasure coursing through his body.

Narinder's eyes roll back in bliss as Lambert rides him hard and fast, the god's velvety walls clenching like a vice around his throbbing shaft. Sweat drips down his brow as he pistons his hips upwards, slamming into Lambert's prostate with every powerful thrust. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the room, mingling with their escalating moans and cries of ecstasy.

"Shit, Lambert! You're so fucking tight!" Narinder groans, his claws digging into the meat of Lambert's thighs as he holds on for dear life. "I'm gonna fill you up so good. Gonna pump you full of my seed until it's dripping out of you!"

With those filthy words, he flips their positions, pinning Lambert beneath him on the bed.

Panting and disoriented, Lambert finds himself suddenly on his back, Narinder looming over him with a fierce glint in his eyes. Before he can react, the feline's weight presses him into the mattress, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at Lambert's entrance once more.

"N-No, wait!" Lambert tries to protest, even as his body betrays him, arching up to meet Narinder's advance. "I-I don't think we should-"

But his words dissolve into a strangled moan as Narinder surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, brutal stroke. The sudden intrusion makes Lambert see stars, his vision blurring at the edges as he's stretched impossibly wide around Narinder's girth.

"HNAAAGGGHH!!!~ OH, NARI!!!~" Lambert screams, smiling and shedding tears.

Narinder grins down at Lambert, reveling in the sight of his distress turning quickly into pleasure. He begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has Lambert writhing beneath him. Every thrust hits Lambert's sweet spot perfectly, sending jolts of electricity straight to his brain. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by Lambert's choked-out moans and pleas for more.

"You like that, huh?" Narinder pants, leaning down to nip at Lambert's neck. "Like being filled up by my big dick?" The feline's hips snap forward, driving deeper than before, pushing Lambert towards an edge he didn't know existed

Lambert can only gasp and nod frantically, unable to form coherent sentences under the onslaught of pleasure. Each thrust sends shockwaves rippling through his entire body, making his toes curl and his fingers twitch. His cock throbs painfully against his belly, leaking copious amounts of precum that slickens Narinder's fur.

"Oh gods... yes..." Lambert manages to whimper between gritted teeth. "More... please..."

His plea is met with another deep plunge, followed by a series of rapid-fire thrusts designed to drive Lambert insane with lust.

Narinder's ears perk up at Lambert's desperate pleas, emboldened by the fact that Lambert seems to be enjoying this far more than he initially let on. He leans down to capture Lambert's lips in a searing kiss, muffling his moans as he continues to pound into him relentlessly.

"I'll give you everything you need," Narinder vows between kisses, his voice husky with desire. "Everything you've ever wanted."

His words are punctuated by a particularly deep thrust, aimed directly at Lambert's prostate.

Lambert's mind goes blank at the sensation, his entire world narrowing down to the feeling of Narinder's cock pounding into him. His hands claw at Narinder's back, urging him on, his nails leaving trails of pink across the feline's taut skin.

"Oh fuck, Nari!" Lambert cries out, his voice ragged with pleasure. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

He feels himself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of an orgasm so intense it scares him.

"Aaahh!~ I'm so fucking close!~" Lambert cries out.

Narinder growls lowly, driven wild by Lambert's pleas and the feel of his tight heat enveloping him. He increases his pace even further, each thrust becoming more urgent and desperate. He can tell Lambert is right there with him, teetering on the brink of release.

"That's it, Lambert," Narinder encourages, biting down on Lambert's shoulder. "Let go. Come for me."

With a final, savage thrust, Narinder sends Lambert hurtling over the edge.

Lambert's entire body convulses as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over him. His cock twitches and spurts, shooting ropes of hot cum onto his stomach and chest. The intensity of it leaves him seeing stars, his vision going white-hot as pleasure courses through every nerve ending.

"NNNAAAARRRRIIIIII!!!!" Lambert screams out his name, his voice breaking with the sheer magnitude of his release.

Feeling Lambert's inner walls clenching around him, Narinder lets loose a guttural groan, his hips jerking erratically as he buries himself to the hilt inside the god. Hot jets of cum erupt from his throbbing length, painting Lambert's insides with each spurt.

"Fuck... Lambert..." Narinder gasps out, collapsing onto the god with a satisfied purr.

"Ooooohhh... That... was FUCKING amazing~" Lambert panted out with a smile.

Narinder chuckles softly, nuzzling into Lambert's neck as he slowly pulls out. He watches with satisfaction as his cum leaks out of Lambert, dribbling down his thighs in thick rivulets.

"Mmm... I guess you were right about needing this," Narinder murmurs teasingly. "It was pretty damn good for me too." Narinder was shocked as Lambert forces him on his back again and grinds his ass on his cock again.

"I still need more...~" Lambert says hungrily, and the three eyed feline blinked, a bead of sweat ran down his face.

"U-uh... Lambert? I just came and all. I really need to-" But he was ignored when the lamb slams his hips back down. "Aaah!"

Lambert doesn't seem to care about Narinder's protests, instead choosing to ride him like a bucking bronco. His ass bounces rhythmically on the feline's lap, taking every inch of Narinder's still hard member. The friction sends sparks flying through Lambert's body, reigniting the embers of his arousal.

"Narinder, I need more," Lambert whines, reaching behind himself to grip Narinder's hips tightly. "Please, give me what I want."

He leans forward slightly, bracing himself on Narinder's chest as he picks up speed.

Narinder groans, his head falling back against the pillow as Lambert takes control. He can feel his cock hardening again inside the god, responding eagerly to the stimulation. His hands come up to grip Lambert's waist, guiding him in a steady rhythm.

"F-Fuck, Lambert," Narinder gasps out, his hips starting to rock upwards involuntarily. "If this is what you needed, you could have just said so."

And thus, a marathon of sex began. Lambert was fucked in basically any position the two could think of. Lambert was always the bottom though, and he didn't care.
Lambert was on all fours, slamming his hips on Narinder's cock, panting and moaning like the slut he is.

"Aaah!~ Hhnhh!~ Nari...!~ Narinder!~ Fuck!!~" He moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him at this point. He needed relief. NOW.

The lamb was in a missionary position, groaning loudly, as he came once again, staining his chest. He's honestly lost track of how many orgasms it was.

This went on for hours. And no matter how many times Narinder tried to stop the lamb, he just wouldn't listen.

Lambert is utterly spent by the time they finally collapse onto the bed, both of them covered in sweat and cum. He lies sprawled across Narinder's chest, his breathing heavy and labored. Despite their exhaustion, neither of them can bring themselves to move away from one another.

Once Lambert's cock high was done, he looked over at the state of his partner. Nariner was utterly spent and exhausted. And like that, a switch was flipped in Lambert's head.
"Oh Gods, I'm so sorry Nari! I was so pent up, I got carried away, and now you probably hate me forever and I'll die alone! Well, can't die, but live alone-oh shit! THAT'S WORSE!!!" He was in full blown panic mode.

Narinder blinks lazily at Lambert's panicked ramblings, his breath still coming in heavy pants. He reaches up to ruffle the god's hair affectionately.

"Calm down, Lamb," Narinder murmurs, pulling him closer into his arms. "I don't hate you. Far from it actually."

He gives a soft laugh, running his fingers through Lambert's sweat-soaked locks. "I mean, we just had sex for hours straight. I'd say that counts as liking someone, wouldn't you?"

Lambert's frantic energy begins to dissipate as Narinder's soothing words wash over him. He looks up at the feline with wide, uncertain eyes, searching for any hint of deception.
"But... but I took advantage of you," Lambert whispers, his voice trembling. "I couldn't stop myself, and I made you do it over and over..."

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he buries his face in Narinder's chest, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"I'm sorry, Nari. So, so sorry..." Lambert says quietly.

"Lambert, you were pent up. And while I am... drained." Narinder explains as he saw the lamb wince from that, before muttering an apology again. "I haven't had sex for that long in... many years."

Lambert blinked at that. Was he actually the first to go all the way through? Narinder's admission seems to surprise Lambert, who pulls back slightly to look at him with newfound curiosity.

"Really?" Lambert asks, his voice tinged with wonder. "No one else has ever been able to satisfy you like that?"

He bites his lip, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye. "Maybe I should start charging by the hour," Lambert teases, trying to lighten the mood.

But then his expression turns serious once more, and he reaches up to cup Narinder's cheek tenderly. "Thank you for being patient with me, Nari. I know I can be a handful sometimes."

Lambert leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Narinder's lips. "I promise to make it up to you, okay?"

Narinder smiles softly at Lambert's words, leaning into the touch. "You're welcome, Lamb. And don't worry about making it up to me - just knowing that I could help relieve some of your stress is enough for me."

He returns the kiss, savoring the taste of Lambert's lips. When they part, Narinder rests his forehead against Lambert's, gazing into those mesmerizing eyes.

"You know, I've never met anyone quite like you before," Narinder murmurs. "Your passion, your energy... it's intoxicating. I feel lucky to have experienced even a fraction of what you can offer."

His hand slides down to rest on Lambert's lower back, pulling him flush against his body. "So let's not dwell on apologies or debts owed. Instead, let's focus on enjoying each other's company, whenever we can. Deal?"

Lambert gives a cute giggle and nods. "Deal. I love you~" And with that, they snuggled and rested.

[...]

The next morning the sermon begins and Lambert sighs, knowing that his cult followers probably. No, definitely, heard him moaning like a whore last night.
'Alright, get your comments over with.' Lambert sighs in resignation, he's never gonna live this one down.

As Lambert steps up to the podium, he can feel the weight of his congregation's gaze upon him. They're all staring, their expressions a mix of concern, amusement, and perhaps a hint of excitement.

"Well, good morning everyone," Lambert begins, trying to sound casual despite the blush creeping up his neck. "I hope you all slept well last night."
A few chuckles ripple through the crowd, and Lambert's heart sinks. This isn't going to be easy.

"I, uh, wanted to address something that might have disturbed a few of you during the evening service," he continues, clearing his throat. "There was some... vocal activity coming from my quarters."

Murmurs break out among the faithful, and Lambert's face burns with embarrassment. He can only imagine what wild theories they must be spinning in their minds.
"Yeah, we know! You two had sex!" Shouted one follower as Lambert groans. Great. They ALL knew.

Lambert groans, rubbing his temples in frustration. This is exactly why he doesn't do relationships - too much drama, too many people sticking their noses where they don't belong.

"Look, it's none of your business what goes on behind closed doors," Lambert snaps, his patience wearing thin. "Narinder and I are consenting adults, and we'll conduct our private affairs however we damn well please."

He slams his fist on the podium. The congregation falls silent, cowed by his sudden outburst.

"And another thing," Lambert growls, his eyes flashing with anger. "I am still your God, whether I'm getting laid or not. So show some respect!"
The room remains quiet, the tension palpable. Lambert takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Now with that out of the way... let's begin the sermons, shall we?" And he gave an innocent and friendly smile, acting like what happened earlier didn't occur.
Just another day in the cult.

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