Chapter Six

Hot water envelops me, soothing the stiffness of travel. The attendants wash the road dust from our skin, the grime from our hair, and as the evidence of our travels vanishes in the swirling water their hands become less efficient, more intimate, exploring us both with languorous strokes.

Eugen's nipples peak, dark and hard, his panting breaths echoing in the chamber. One attendant washes his chest, tweaking the nubs and making him cry out, while another grips his shaft, jerking him steadily, the slick sound of his movements carrying clearly through the humid air.

I'm treated similarly, my nipples teased and twisted, my cock washed and stroked until I'm gasping and aching. Heat pools in my groin, and the need wells stronger, my slick hole clenching around nothing, my balls heavy and tight.

I watch Eugen's attendant slide lower, washing his tight sac, rolling the sensitive globes in his palm. Another follows, kneeling between his thighs; Eugen whimpers, spreads his legs wider, and the priest slips his hand beneath him, doing something that makes Eugen writhe.

My attendant mimics him, slipping his hand between my cheeks and probing my slick hole, his finger pressing against me, circling without entering. Eugen's cries grow louder, more frantic; I moan with him, rocking against that taunting finger, needing more.

The attendants' hands fall away, Eugen's cock is released. Both of us keen, frustrated, the strange need raging, the heat flushing through my veins until my entire body throbs with it.

We are pulled from the pool, dried and oiled until our skin shines and our cocks jut proudly, our balls hanging heavy and full.

We are led from the bathing chamber and through another set of doors, Eugen stumbling and flushed, his breath coming in shallow pants, his cock dripping and bobbing with every step. I'm not much better, every step a torment of frustrated need, my body desperate for something I can't put into words.

The corridor beyond is wide, the ceiling high and arched. More carvings adorn the walls here, somehow even more obscene than the ones which guided us to the bathing chamber. The Wolf Gods still tower over the men who serve them, rutting into them, fucking their mouths, claiming them as a pair and singly. But now, many of the men are depicted with their bodies transformed, their bellies full and round, the Wolf Gods' seed visibly planted within them.

"See the glory you will soon serve," the High Priest says, stepping from a doorway ahead of us. He raises a hand, pointing to the murals. "See how the gods will bless you."

My gaze is dragged upward to the carving directly above the Priest's head. The Wolf Gods tower there, massive cocks claiming both ends of a man whose belly swells obscenely with their blessing.

Need rushes through me, hot and fierce. For all that I still don't understand the ways of these gods, my body knows its purpose.

Beside me, I hear Eugen's gasp, see how he gazes up at the image, his lips slightly parted with want.

The High Priest chuckles, and beckons to our attendants. "Bring them to the breeding racks," he orders, and steps back through the doorway.

The room he leads us into is enormous, dominated by twin tables of carved stone, adorned with padded rests and leather restraints. The fears I'd thought banished by the heat rushing through me rise up again, but I don't resist as I'm lead forward and bent over the breeding rack, my chest braced against the cool stone and smooth leather padding, my legs spread and my wrists fastened in place.

Eugen is secured similarly on the opposite table. Our heads are perhaps an arms length apart, and I can look across the gap between our racks and down the entire pale, lean length of his body, displayed and restrained for the gods' use.

The High Priest paces between us, a faint smile playing over his lips. Eugen shivers, his breathing harsh, and the High Priest circles behind him, one large hand running over his ass, fondling and squeezing, making Eugen's hips jerk against the padded edge of the rack.

"Weak, but still eager," the High Priest observes with a smirk. Eugen's cheeks are flushed, his ass raised as much as his restraints allow, his breath coming in low, pleading whines.

At length, the High Priest moves away, out of my line of sight. I hear a rustle, the soft scrape of a door, and then the only sound in the room is our breathing, quick and harsh with frustrated need.

Something in the air changes, a charge like distant lightning prickling over my skin, and the edges of my vision shimmer. A low growl splits the air, and suddenly the scents of cold stone and the oils of the bathing chamber are overwhelmed by another scent, rich and musky, filling my nose, my lungs, a scent that sends a wave of lust through me.

The Wolf Gods step into my line of sight. Humanoid but not human, their bodies covered by pelts of thick, soft-looking fur, their features those of wolves, they pace around the breeding racks, looming over us as they study our bound forms, their lips drawn back from sharp teeth as they taste our scent in the air.

Eugen whimpers, his wide-eyed gaze tracking the gods' movement. I can't pretend to be any less fascinated as the gods circle, looking us over, their mere presence enough to make me yearn to beg for their touch.

Finally, the Wolf Gods approach, reaching out with clawed hands to stroke and fondle. Each brush of their fur sends electric pleasure skittering over my skin and I squirm in my restraints.

The leaner of the two, all shaggy white fur and hungry blue eyes, lets out a growling laugh at my response. "Pretty little omega, are you so eager?" His hand dips between my spread legs, claws tracing the curve of my ass. "Do you need to feel my cock filling your empty belly with my cubs?"

I moan and arch back, shameless, begging, and he rewards me with a clawed finger sliding down my spine, teasing at the apex of my cleft.

"Claim you that one, Arun?" the other god, a massive brindled creature with burning amber eyes, asks, and the lean white god growls possessively.

"For now." His claws run back up my spine, making me writhe with need. "Until I tire of him. And then, Oran, maybe I'll claim your whelp as well."

Oran, the brindled god, laughs and reaches down, cupping Eugen's jaw and turning his face toward him. Eugen whimpers, his eyelids fluttering, his lips parting eagerly.

"This one will suit me for the moment. I will allow you your choice."

Arun growls, low and pleased, and moves around the breeding rack, out of my line of sight. Eugen keens, his gaze flicking between the god who looms over him and the god circling behind me, and the brindled god's grin widens.

"Shall I claim you, pretty omega?" Oran asks, but Arun's hands curve against my ass, his thumbs parting my cheeks to press against my entrance, and I don't hear Eugen's reply beneath my own cry of need.