Epilogue

By their sixth month, the gods' children have grown as tall and sturdy as children in their fifth summer. They are long weaned, and the priests take them away to begin their training in service to the Temple.

By this time, much of my strength has returned, and I face our return to the breeding wing with only a little trepidation. Eugen shows no such worries, eager to rejoin the gods and breed again.

We spend the first few days in our old quarters in solitude, no priests arriving to call us to the gods' service. The time for the annual pilgrimage passed during the months we spent in the Infirmarium and nursery, and I wonder if the gods have forgotten us, or replaced us with new, ripe omegas from the most recent testing.

In time, though, the priests come for us, leading us along the familiar corridors to the bathing chambers, where our bodies are oiled and caressed, stimulated in preparation for the gods' touch. My time alone with Eugen has been sweet, but as they touch me I feel the excitement I once knew at the Wolf Gods' touch, a simmering anticipation to be strapped into the breeding rack once more and claimed.

I allow myself the luxury of remembering how Eugen looks strapped into the breeding rack, Oran's brindled bulk mounting him. His features slack with pleasure, his pale form dominated by the dark furred god, his submission absolute. I close my eyes to better picture his claiming, Oran's cock working the omega until Eugen is a quivering wreck, his body yielding everything the Summer Wolf demands.

While my mind pictures Eugen with Oran, my body remembers Arun's rough, demanding touch, the way he pinned me and claimed me, the thrill of his fur against my skin and the brutal force of his rutting. My cock hardens, my hole clenching until slick coats the cleft of my ass, and I imagine the Winter Wolf's muzzle buried between my cheeks, his tongue thrusting into my hole, the rough, rasping texture of his tongue as he laps the slick from my body.

I love Eugen, but I need the touch of the gods, I realize. It is my purpose as an omega, and for all the difficulty of bearing the gods' young, I still crave to feel their essence filling me, long for my belly to swell again with their seed.

At last, the priests deem us ready, and we are led to the breeding chamber, our bodies restrained on the breeding racks. I raise my head and look at Eugen, at the blue eyes so near my own, down the long, pale length of his body, and my breath catches at the beauty of him. Eugen smiles at me, his lips parting, his hips shifting against the restraints, and I can see that he is as eager as I for the gods' touch.

The gods don't leave us long in anticipation. Barely has the door closed behind the priests than the gods manifest, their muscular, furred bodies circling us, sniffing us, Arun's muzzle nosing between Eugen's cheeks, Oran's clawed fingers exploring between mine. Eugen whimpers, his hips jerking, and Oran leaves me to go to him, nudging Arun aside with only a token snarl from the white-furred god.

Arun circles, and his cock emerges from the furred sheath. I strain toward him, wanting his cock within me, his knot stretching my rim, his essence filling my belly.

Eugen's moans rise, Oran's powerful thrusts forcing his lithe body back and forth, the Summer Wolf's dark form dominating the omega strapped below him.

I let out a pleading whine and the Winter Wolf grins like a wild beast. Then he's behind me, mounting me, his thick cock spearing into my slick-soaked channel.

My moan echoes Eugen's as Arun thrusts deep, his furred hips slapping against my bare ass, his big hands holding me in place more surely than the restraints. I've wanted this, needed this, without quite knowing what I was missing, ever since my strength began to return, and I give myself over utterly to the god's possessive rutting.

Oran's pace increases, Eugen's moans rising, and Arun will not be bested by the other god. He drives into me harder, each thrust rocking my body against the solid support of the breeding rack. Pleasure races through me, and Eugen's moans fade from my ears, my entire awareness focused on the god who fucks me with wild, feral abandon.

Arun's musk fills my nose, his claws prick my skin, his cock stretches me wide. Every thrust sends pleasure singing through me, the Wolf God's thick cock dragging across sensitive places inside me. His knot begins to swell, catching against my rim, the promise of its stretch and the lock of Arun's essence within my body tantalizing, and I arch into his thrusts, seeking more.

His teeth close over the back of my neck, his thrusts slowing, his knot pressing harder against my body, and I moan, straining, desperate for him to fill me. Eugen cries out, and Oran's triumphant howl breaks into my consciousness, making me yearn for Arun to find his completion within me.

Arun's teeth tighten, and the Wolf God forces his swelling knot into my body. It pops past my rim, tying us together, and ecstasy crashes through me, my body clamping down around his massive knot. Heat floods me and I keen, spending against the breeding rack.

Arun's teeth release, his tongue rasping over the mark he's left on the back of my neck, his hips locked against my ass as he pumps his seed deep within. I'm floating, and I shudder through a second, smaller orgasm, the god's essence pooling hot in my gut.

Slowly, Arun's knot softens, and he withdraws, leaving me trembling and empty. Eugen's cries have ceased, but when I look across to the other breeding rack Oran is still draped over his back, still locked within his body. Eugen's head turns toward me, and he gives me a dreamy smile that I return, his expression mirroring the bliss I feel.

We are meant to be here in this Temple, and in serving the gods, we have found each other. It is not a life I imagined for myself, but now that I have tasted it...now that I share it with Eugen...I can't imagine wanting any other.