Chapter Seven

The long, slow swipe of a tongue tastes my skin, my sweat, my slick. Fur brushes against my ass and thighs. And then the press of his cock, probing between my spread cheeks, nudging at my clenching ring of muscle.

Arun grips my hips, his claws pricking my skin, and thrusts, breaching me with a single, burning stroke. I scream, my body stretching, impossibly full, and Oran howls a laugh, his burning amber eyes on us as he fists a hand in Eugen's golden hair, drawing his head back while he mounts him from behind.

Oran is the larger of the two gods, but still Arun's cock is huge, splitting me open, reshaping me to his demands. There's pain, yes, but that heat courses through me, and my passage floods with slick, easing the god's entry.

Arun fucks me slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of his thick, ridged length as it moves in me, his furred hips brushing my ass with every thrust. Eugen's cries, Oran's growls, and the obscene slap of flesh against flesh surround me, echoing off the bare stone walls. My cries join Eugen's, mewling and desperate, every part of me consumed by the god's demands.

Arun's tempo increases, his cock driving into me, the thick ridges rubbing places I didn't know existed, sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. Eugen's eyes are glazed and feverish, his lips parted, and Oran growls laughter, reaching down to cup the other omega's jaw, forcing his head up, his eyes up.

"Watch how Arun fucks your pretty friend," the brindled god says. "See how eagerly his body accepts our seed."

Oran's words are punctuated with the slap of his hips against Eugen's upturned ass. Eugen's mouth is slack, his eyes wide, his pupils blown. He whimpers, and Arun laughs, the low rumble vibrating through me where his furred body meets my skin.

"Such a pretty little bitch," the white god growls, his claws biting deeper into my hips, his thrusts quickening.

I keen, my body on fire, overwhelmed by the sensations, the scent of god and omega filling the room, making my head spin. And then Arun leans over me, covering me, his cock hitting new places inside me, and I cry out, my passage spasming around his thick length.

Arun groans, his teeth closing on my shoulder. The pleasure-pain of his bite triggers something deep inside me, an instinct older than thought, and I submit, going limp beneath him, his weight pinning me down as he drives into me, my body welcoming him.

My god's breath is hot against my neck, and his thrusts are hard and fast, each one pushing me closer to the edge. His furred belly rubs my back, teeth holding me in place, cock impaling me over and over. He growls, the vibration shuddering all through my body, and I feel his knot begin to swell, catching at my rim with each thrust, pressing harder and harder against my straining ring of muscle.

My screams mingle with Eugen's as we're fucked and filled by our gods. Pleasure rises, building and building until I'm teetering on the edge, my passage clenching around Arun's thickening knot.

The god growls, low and deep, and then his cock jerks, filling me with a flood of heat, his knot locking us together. I shudder and fall over the edge, my whole body seizing as I'm swept up in a tide of pleasure so intense it's almost pain. I scream, bucking against Arun's furred body, and I feel him pulsing inside me, his cock jerking as he pumps me full of his seed.

Arun's teeth release my shoulder, his tongue rasping against the marks. "Mine," he growls.

Eugen screams, and I manage to lift my head, seeing Oran's teeth sink into his flesh, his knot tying them together as Eugen's body convulses. The other omega's cries are breathless and ragged as he's filled with the brindle god's seed.

My whole body is shaking, muscles liquid, pulse racing, every nerve sparking with the aftershocks of my climax. Arun's body is heavy, his breath hot on my neck, his cock still locked inside me.

He strokes my hair with one of his long-fingered hands. "Good little omega. Such a fine litter you'll bear."

I can't find words, but the praise makes me glow inside. Arun's knot is huge, and I know he'll be locked with me for some time yet. I sigh, relaxing into the support of the breeding rack, my exhausted gaze instinctively turning toward Eugen.

The other omega is limp against his rack, lips parted and breath coming in shallow pants. His golden hair is plastered to his sweat-slick skin, and I know Oran's knot is still locked inside him, their bodies joined together.

The brindle god pulls Eugen's head back, and Eugen's breath catches on a cough before his dazed eyes open. I watch as Oran leans down, his tongue flickering against the fresh mating mark on Eugen's pale skin. Eugen moans, his body twitching, his eyes fluttering closed as if he hasn't the strength to keep them open.

Oran's burning amber gaze finds mine, and he smiles, displaying his sharp teeth. "This one is very pretty," he says. "I will enjoy filling him with my cubs, but I think I shall also sample you."

He laughs at my whimper, and I feel Arun shift inside me, his knot tugging at my entrance. I cry out, my passage clenching around the thick length still buried inside me.

Arun laughs, but there's a snarl under the sound. "Not yet. You allowed my choice, Oran; I'll not share this one until I'm sure my litter swells his belly."

Oran's eyes gleam with challenge, but he inclines his head in acknowledgment and turns his attention to Eugen, whose breath sounds rough, painful to my ears, even in the throes of my own lust.

"I think this one will not take another round," Oran says, one long finger trailing over Eugen's skin. "But I look forward to mounting him again when he is stronger."

He grips Eugen's hips, holding him in place as he withdraws, his knot finally subsiding. He steps back, leaving his omega sprawled bonelessly against the breeding rack.

Arun shifts inside me, and I wince at the pressure on my abused flesh, whimpering when he starts to withdraw while we're still locked. His knot tugs at my rim, and I bite back a scream of pain.

I'm shaking by the time his cock slips free, and Arun growls low in his throat, his large hands caressing my back possessively.

"It's good at least one of you is strong enough for me," he growls. "I'll have my litter even if Oran does not."

I shudder as I feel his seed leak out of me, dripping down the inside of my thighs. My whole body feels like it's on fire, overstimulated, the slightest brush of Arun's fur sending sparks up my spine.

The gods prowl around the breeding racks for a few moments longer, then that prickling charge fills the air and they vanish. Dazed, I can only lie still on the breeding rack, insides straining with the seed pumped into me, muscles weak, my need satiated for the moment.

Attendants enter; hands release my restraints and I'm lifted, limp and pliant as they carry me out. The carry me back to the bathing chamber, the world seeming distant and unreal as the warm water engulfs me once more and oil-slick hands caress my flesh, reverent as they tend my exhausted body.

The attendants dry and dress me once more in one of the silken drapes that do nothing to conceal my manhood, then they lead me through the Temple on trembling legs. Eugen follows behind, limp in the support of his own attendants; I can hear him cough as we're taken deeper into the temple, the corridors growing narrower, though no less ornate. The smoke from the oil lamps which line the walls hangs acrid in the air, reminiscent of the town we left behind.

Finally, the attendants pause to open a heavy door, carved with the snarling wolf heads that symbolize the gods, and gesture us into the room behind.

The room is small but more opulent than anything I have ever seen, the walls draped with rich fabrics, the floor carpeted, the furnishings gilded. Two low beds, piled with silken coverlets, stand against the walls, and we are guided to them; I sink into the soft mattress, feeling like I'm floating atop the clouds.

I don't even realize when I fall asleep.