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“I'm sorry, my faithful Child, I cannot accept your marriage proposal,” Lamb said to their rabbit follower, who was kneeling to ask for their hand in marriage. “I have sworn an oath of chastity to our Lord The One Who Waits.”
The rabbit looked at them wistfully, still holding their Leader’s hand between their fingers, but then they squinted and smiled. “You're right, my Leader! I apologize for this insolent and sinful proposal of mine."
“Great, go make a couple of Our Lamb [“Our Father” COTL Version] and then get back to your errands, okay?” Lamb declared with their angelic but fearsome charm.

Later, during their usual day as a Cult Leader, Lamb went to the Gateway to find his only God The One Who Waits, to update him on the progress of the hunt against the heretics, the growth of the village, their new skills that he perfected from crusade to crusade. On either side of the God, his disciples Baal and Aym sit cross-legged, clearly bored. Aym yawned, but froze after being transfixed by his twin brother's judgmental glare, and covered his mouth with his hand to hide his action.
The One Who Waits listened to her intently, his eyelids cutting his pupils almost in half.
“That's all for today, my Lord,” Lamb said eagerly. “Do you have any further questions?”
The deity cleared his throat and dismissed his disciples: “Baal. Aym. Can you leave us alone for a moment?”
Baal and Aym obeyed immediately, rose from the ground with the help of their Sun and Moon-shaped spears, and walked away, disappearing into the fog made of dust.

“Lamb, I noticed this since you’ve started the Cult in my name. Tell me why are you refusing any marriage proposal, suitor and admirer?”
Lamb was amazed at how bluntly God asked them this question. They shook their head to take away the feeling of their burning cheeks, and replied, “Because I belong only to you, Sir.”
The One Who Waits looked at them seriously, and suddenly he smiled devilishly.
“Excellent” replied the God in a deep and fearsome voice.
He inserted a claw between the Lamb's wool and the collar with the bell, pulling them towards him, and making them gasp and blush.
“I'm a jealous God, Lamb…” said The One Who Waits as he turned Lamb around by their shoulders, thus being able to bring his grin close to their ear and curly wool white as snow.

Lamb felt their heart beat fast, they were terrified that they had unleashed the fury of their God. Their worry stiffened their body, but they felt their legs becoming weak when they heard this Commandment:
“Remember, my beautiful Vessel, you are mine, only mine…”
The One Who Waits, as he spoke these words with possessive sensuality, soft biting at their ear through the beaded string veil that hid his face. He inhaled the wool of his Vessel, beginning to crumble his pillars of self-control. That scent stunned him like the best opium.

Lamb felt the Chained One's skeletal hand caress their face, then move down their chest to his abdomen. It wasn't a delicate touch, those clawed fingers wanted to taste that flesh and squeezed slightly as soon as they felt the shapes.

The hand moved further down, to between Lamb's legs, and they jumped and breathed heavily. The One Who Waits caressed the sealed slit of the vulva with his middle and index fingers. Lamb’s hidden and private parts were protected by the wool that covered it like a skirt.
Lamb felt exposed as if their God had identified their most forbidden dream. Their big brown eyes were wide and their mouth began to form an excited smile and drooling.
The One Who Waits spoke his next Commandment in a deep, husky and erotic voice. “This is mine too”.
“Yes, it's yours! All yours my Lord!” the Lamb replied, breathing heavily, unable to stop smiling sheeply.

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The Lamb only had eyes for The One Who Waits, ever since they found him bound in chains in his realm of the Underworld, after being sacrificed by the Bishops and their minions. They had accepted the Mission to start a Cult by His name with immense vocation, as well as the desire for revenge, and determination to wipe out heresies and the false word.
For this reason, they had never expressed interest for romantic love and the courting of his followers. They felt familiar and friendly affection towards them. They did not consider them worthy as potential future spouses. What was the point of romantically relating to mere mortals, with the thought that sooner or later, they will die?

Often, Lamb thought of that very first encounter with the Chained God: his fearsome voice, razor-sharp but friendly, full of honey and promise; his predatory eyes hidden behind the veil, his sharp claws from which ichor dripped... they had been invaded deep inside by a sensation they had never felt before, which they couldn't describe. Being the Vessel of The One Who Waits was the greatest honor they had ever received.
Lamb felt more than just Veneration, a Sense of Duty towards the one in chains. Subconsciously, they hope to look their best when they are called back to the Gateway after a Crusade. Quickly they adjusted their wool, and their cloak maintained a confident posture, and always looked him in the eyes with confidence. When their presence was requested to be able to talk about news or new strategies for combat or control of the masses, Lamb took time to prepare themselves in the mirror to take care of their appearance. Why do good impressions and professionalism always matter? Not only.

As time passed, Lamb not only felt their face grow hot as they thought about their God. They also felt Him in their private parts, but they repressed these thoughts that they considered blasphemous. They felt impure feeling the blood flowing down to swell their clitoris.

After that moment in which The One Who Waits made them remember that it was His, only his, Lamb could finally put a name to what they felt. The thrill of pleasure is imprinted on them in feeling the fingers of their God slide and caress their body, and making them slide delicately, but with territoriality, on their vulva hidden by the wool.
The One Who Waits had never imposed the Vow of Chastity on all of his Vessels. Ratau was free to have relationships, although he chose to prioritize his friendships and platonic love. Forneus, even though she was the most avid follower, and was free to have fun and flirt, she did not have the restrictions of a vestal virgin.

The One Who Waits was enraged once when Ratau lost sight of one of the demons he had summoned for a Crusade, Paean, which led to trouble. Paean met Forneus and ignited the spark that became a fire of eroticism under the Eclipse. Because of it, she became pregnant with twin half-demon kittens. A relationship between a demon and a mortal was not usual, some people find this scary.
This choice of chastity was spontaneous, indeed, instinctive on the part of the Lamb. The chained God was positively surprised, and congratulated them:
“Excellent decision, my Vessel. It's clear that you have an edge over your predecessors."

When Lamb returned to their Flock at night, after that fateful encounter with The One Who Waits, “You are mine, mine alone,” echoed incessantly in their mind. This is mine too."
Lamb repeated these Commandments of the Lord to themselves, stunned by the beating of their heart and the burning of their thoughts which, finally, could overcome the antechamber of their brain.
Lamb felt something fluid drip between their legs. They tightened their thighs, they noticed that their vulva was much more swollen than usual and their labia were no longer united in a seal, but separated by arousement’s river in full, now free after the divine words by The One Below "This is mine, too”. Fortunately, most of the Followers were already in their tents sleeping, the exception being those with the moon necklace who never felt tired. A couple of them were watering the plants on the farm and another was forging wood and rock.

“Good evening, Leader!” a bat from the group of insomniacs greeted, in a low voice, so as not to disturb the neighborhood. “How did the meeting with our Lord go down here?”
Lamb immediately hid their startle in a proud, authoritative pose.
“It was profitable. I will tell you the details tomorrow."
“Are you okay, Leader?” asked another follower, an owl. “You're all sweaty and flushed, do you need anything?”
“No, thank you, Child. I've been under the sun too much, I just know that a restful night's rest will do me good. Thank you for your concern!” Lamb cut it short, without leaving aside their sweetness. The bat and the owl shrugged, bowed, and returned to their duties.
Not wanting their followers to notice that their was physically aroused, they tried to walk to their tent normally, despite the swelling of their vulva.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Lamb closed their tent carefully, not letting in any slivers of light from the torches outside. They looked around as if they were going to do something taboo. The Lamb has discovered passion, they are no longer so fully chaste. Reassured that they was entirely in the company of the Red Crown alone, Lamb lay down on the bed. They couldn't sleep a wink, their vulva throbbing at the constant thought of The One Who Waits. So it was that Lamb took a pillow and placed it under them, resting on it. They lean against it and made sure that their vagina is gently touching it. They felt an electric thrill when the texture of the pillow stuck to the labia and the clitoris. Then, they start moving their body forward and backward, thinking about being the property of the One Below.
“Oh myself, why am I doing this… this is so sinful, but I feel so hot, I need to stop this feeling… how?”

Lamb continued humping their pillow for half an hour, but it wasn't enough. They turned on their back, lighted a candle next to the bed, and took a small mirror to place it between their legs. Lamb gasped: their vulva has bloomed like a rose, soaked with their prohibited desire.
“My vulva… has bloomed… it's so beautiful seeing it so red and wet… I never saw it like this.”.
Lamb took the Red Crown on their head and placed it from a distance. Maybe for not embarrassing it? Or to show to The One Who Waits what he provoked to his Vessel?

With the help of the mirror, Lamb softly stroked their finger on their wet labia and plumped clitoris. They were learning what are the precise spots where pleasure is provoked. They understood that arousal doesn't come only from the mind and thoughts, even from the body.
Lamb started to slide all their fingers on their vulva, feeling wild sensations from their outer labia and the clitoris. They took back the hand, with sticky strings of their arousal fluid, and gave a lick to taste themselves.
“I taste salty, but it's a good taste… I wonder if my Lord would like it… ohw!”
Lamb was invaded by a very dirty thought, involving their God. They sucked their fingers, spat on them, and with the help of saliva start to stroke the clitoris more intensely.
“If I touch myself only the external, I will not ruin the place where my purity is treasured. I won't ruin the seal of my chastity. I will remain chaste and pure for my Lord."
So, Lamb started masturbating themselves, without the shame of hiding their hands and soaked genitalia to the Red Crown. Lamb was breathing heavily, trying to keep their voice and sounds as discreet as possible so as not to be discovered by some passerby out there.
On the other hand, they kept their vulva open and protected the entrance of their vagina. Surely they didn't want a finger would slide inside for an accident.

Suddenly, Lamb felt a tingling that swelled rhythmically inside their extremely wet genitalia, expanding more and more, until it exploded in an orgasm that made them sink as if they were falling backward and diving into the sea. Lamb bit their tongue to repress the cry of pleasure, they also tried to stop the moans of pleasure even if they were very low in volume. As soon as their private parts exploded with pleasure, they immediately removed his trembling hands and went to the sides of the bed, clutching the sheets. Their pupils rolled back in sacred and profane ecstasy. They felt their vulva and vagina pulsate rhythmically, releasing floods of orgasm-induced rivers.
“My Lord Who Waits… forgive me, I have sinned. I didn't put anything inside me, I protected my holy hymen for you, even from my uterine fury.".

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A month passed, and Lamb was still fighting against these carnal, and sinful by their point of view, instincts.

Before dawn they rode the pillow, holding it between their legs, to calm their aroused awakening after erotic dreams involving The One Who Waits. They considered this autoeroticism with the pillow "discreet", they couldn't risk being caught during the day with their legs spread while they were masturbating themselves. Only in the middle of the night, they could stimulate the outside of his vulva, even under the covers, imagining they were the favorite toy of his God.
With each orgasm, they bit his lips to muffle their moans or hid their face in the mattress and pillow to disguise the sound.

“My Lord… He, who has put passion and desire in me” murmured Lamb, “Flesh knows what paradise he is!*” [quote from the song “Belle” from Notre-Dame de Paris musical by R. Cocciante].
Lamb realized that the dawn of a new day was dawning, they hurriedly rinsed and washed themselves with the nearby basin of water, dried the skin and wool carefully to remove the smell of desire from their body, took their fleece, and put on their Red crown on the head.
“Come on, Lamb, focus!” they muttered to themselves. They took the Holy Book and began to study it to prepare the Sermon for the morning Mass. Lamb transformed their concentrated expression into a worried one: “I no longer know if I'm thinking or dreaming **. I drown and He is the sea." They sighed, placing a hand on their heart: “You have thrown me into the abyss of a fixed thought”.

Fortunately, Lamb was able to perform Sermons and face Crusades, only in their private life did they seem lost in their thoughts.

During a game of Knucklebones at the Lonely Shack, Ratau pulled them from their train of thought:
“Lamb, child, what's bothering you?”
“Ah! Forgive me Ratau, I'm not playing very good today, I'm a bit out of practice!” Lamb replied, feeling caught and exposed.
Ratau looked at them with concern, he was now like a father figure to the Lamb: "Tell me everything, and I'm listening."
Lamb remained silent and looked down. They took a deep breath and confided: “I don't know if I'm more worthy for our mutual Benefactor. I am dirty and impure.”
Ratau placed a hand on their head and gently stroked their hair, “Don't say that, sweetie. You are doing a great job as a Leader and as a defender of the True Word, why do you doubt it?”

Lamb sighed again, and tried to confide in the cleanest way possible, without mentioning the fact that they masturbated while imagining The One Who Waits: “I must be an example of purity for my Flock, but these instincts persecute me! I don't know how to stop them!”
Ratau listened to them carefully, and smiled, continuing to caress their head: “Lamb, it is our hearts that determine whether we are pure, not the simple instincts we feel throughout our lives. Purity is living in authenticity, without duplicity, with rectitude and transparency."
“Oh no!” Lamb exclaimed. “I might lose the respect of my followers if they knew how I feel… and perhaps I have disappointed our Benefactor, I cannot speak of my instincts to everyone!”

Ratau seemed to sense something but decided not to be intrusive and nodded his head: “In the course of life it is normal to feel certain things, we must not repress ourselves and become sour towards others. You have the right to your opacity, and to open up only if you feel it."
“But Ratau, I took a vow of chastity! I will make our Lord angry!” sighed Lamb, almost desperately. With Ratau they could show the most fragile part of them.
“Your chastity can be seen from the heart, from how you fight for Truth, Justice, True Faith, and how you take care of your Followers. Don't reduce it to a limit imposed on the body. Let's be clear, your choices are sacred, the important thing is not to repress ourselves when deep down we desire something very normal, or we are falling in love."
Lamb's eyes widened when they heard the word "falling in love." How does Ratau read their soul?
Ratau proposed a solution: “Lamb, my child, how about you communicate to our Benefactor about it? You must have faith in Him. You are His Vessel which is bringing Him so much glory, don't hesitate to ask Him for help. Open your heart to Him."

Lamb seemed worried as they imagined the consequences, but they calmed down and hugged Ratau.
“Thank you very much Ratau, I will try to do this. I care about you very much!”
“I care about you too!”

When Lamb returned to the Cult, they thought, “Hmm… I would also like to open my legs in front of Him.”

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Lamb organized a meeting with The One Who Waits, with the aim of asking him for advice on how to control the masses well.
As usual for every scheduled meeting with the God, Lamb took great care of their appearance and perfumed themself with the eau fragrance they bought from Forneus, who according to her "caught hotties".

“Trust me, Lamb! I wore this perfume when I was young, and I had a line of suitors behind me! Ah, what good times, what a vida loca I lived… Tell me, Blessed Lamb, do you have a crush on someone?"
“I have to see if I will be reciprocated…”
“Trust me, with those sweet eyes you have you will surely find the mate for you! Even a demon will fall for you Lamb, with this perfume I got pregnant! [inknanda67 quote]”
“Now, getting pregnant is too much, but thank you for your support,” replied Lamb embarrassed and blushing a lot.

Lamb thought back to that afternoon of shopping, when they were climbing the stairs into the portal, and sighed, “Oh, how ridiculous I am. I need to stop acting like a teenager with her first crush. However, I always want to present myself at my best for my God. At least, I didn’t ask Clauneck to do love tarot readings, he could cover his face with his hands. He always complains about how so many people come to him asking stupid questions about love, cheating, and marriage."

Furthermore, the day before, Lamb noticed a big problem: they had gone into heat. They tried to repress their first mating instinct in life, and hide the smell of desire and pheromones with the perfume they bought from Forneus.
As they placed both hooves inside the pentagonal portal, they raised their arms and chin to teleport away.
As soon as Lamb arrived in the Gateway, they took a deep breath and began walking confidently towards their Benefactor. They tried to ignore the racing heart, and the butterflies making a mosh pit in their stomach.
To their surprise, they found The One Who Waits sitting on one side, resting his face in the palm of his hand, while with the other hand, he invited them to come closer.
“Come closer, Lamb…” ordered the God in a fearful but gentle voice.
Lamb obeyed him and bowed: “My greetings, my Lord.”
As they raised their heads, they noticed that they and The One Who Waits were the only ones present in this desolate land.
“Where are your disciples Baal and Aym?”
“I took them on two errands among the demons…” replied the Chained God. “We have to talk about business exclusively between the two of us, right?”
“Absolutely, my Lord.”
Lamb was surprised and excited to be alone with The One Who Waits. They didn't want their confidences, or confessions, to be heard by the young ears of the two teenage cats, or to traumatize or annoy them in any way.
“Lamb, you beat me to asking for this meeting, I had to ask you something important, but you start first.”
Lamb's eyes widened, feeling exposed. Oh no, perhaps their Lord knows about their sins and carnal desires! What if they were no longer worthy because their vow of chastity was wavering, because of the desire to be grasped by his claws?
They noticed that The One Who Waits was not in an authoritative and judgmental position, he was sitting on his side to make sure their eye contact was not too distant. He had the same position as someone during a banquet, a symposium, whom he had the pleasure of listening to for the joy of sharing.
“So… My Lord, you know that for our Followers I am an example of purity…”
Lamb swallowed, and continued: “I have taken a vow of chastity to you, by my will… I realized that… I feel a fire inside me that blazes up and consumes me. It leads me to blasphemous thoughts. How, how do I turn off these sinful instincts? I know I am not worthy, forgive me, my Lord."
The One Who Waits, hearing this confession from his Vessel, smiled devilishly, exposing his sharp teeth. Meanwhile, he removed his hand from his face and placed it on the ground.
“How sweet you are, my Vessel. Your purity melts that rotten heart I hold.”
So this was what Ratau meant: purity is not a physical restriction, but a clear attitude.
“I have a solution for you, but I want to make sure you agree with it and want it. I don't want to force you in any way."
The Lamb pricked up their ears and stood on tiptoe, to be able to better listen to what the Lord will say about them. The One Who Waits leaned towards his Vessel, and murmured to them in a low, ardent voice:
“Sacrifice your chastity to me.”

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Lamb gasped, hearing those words. They couldn't believe to have heard this, for real!
“What? For real?” they asked with subtle joy, relief, and fear at the same time.
“For real, my beautiful Vessel.” The One Who Waits confirmed, making his breath caress the skin of his prey. “Do you want this, for real? In return, I will also sacrifice my chastity to you.”
Lamb responded with emotion and excitement mixed, still in disbelief. "Yes! Yes! Yes! My Lord, yes! I want to be only yours, I am only yours! Wait… in what sense are you also going to sacrifice your chastity to me?”

The One Who Waits chuckled, and started to caress the Lamb's face with his lips, and whispered to them: “You know what... do you know that you are the most beautiful Vessel I have ever had in all these centuries? Do you know that you are the first, in my existence and Godhood, to put passion and desire in me?”
“Really, my Lord? I only know that I am Your Vessel, I never imagined I would cause this to you... I thought I was blasphemous for having erotic thoughts about you."
“You are constantly present in my thoughts, in my ichor and I repeat that you are the first ever to awaken this instinct in me, to unite carnally with you. You know, in the past I decided to take a vow of chastity, like you. No one was capable of standing by my side, let alone lying with me. The vision and thought of you warm my cold, un-beating heart.”
The One Who Waits lifted his veil with two fingers and covered his Vessel, creating a sort of shield that protected them from the outside, even though they were both alone.
He came very dangerously close to Lamb's lips, hungry: “Your appetite for death arouses me deeply…”

The God slowly stuck out the tip of his tongue but was preceded by the Lamb, who opened their lips and kissed them. He didn't mind their resourcefulness, so with one hand he pulled them towards himself, making them adhere to his face and chest.
He didn't limit himself to returning the kiss: he began to devour their lips, the inside of their cheeks, and sucking and biting their tongue. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of the Lamb's mouth. The kiss became more and more hungry and wet, moans of pleasure becoming more and more loud. Lamb broke away from the kiss only to catch their breath, a string of pink saliva from the blood connecting their lips to those of Chained One. Lamb was already sweating and blush blazing in their ears and face, their eyes shining with delight from the taste of death of The One Who Waits.
“I-I never thought… kissing someone would be so… so good.” Lamb gasped. “I feel all hot, I'm dizzy from my pounding heart!”
“You didn't kiss someone, you kissed your only God,” The One Who Waits corrected them. “Even if you have sprayed yourself liberally with perfume, I know you are in heat. I feel your pheromones, they send me into ecstasy. Especially the scent of your sex that you give off.”

The One Who Waits was right: Lamb's arousal juices dripped from beneath their fleece, tracing lines on their thighs, and legs, and the drops fell between their hooves. They could no longer hide their lustful desire for him.
“Forgive me my Lord, this kiss and your presence have unleashed a flood in… in the midst of…”
“Don't suppress your words. Express yourself freely, Little Lamb” insisted The One Who Waits, caressing their head, face and the shape of their body with his claws, still hidden by the fleece.
“My pussy is leaking like a river in flood, I feel it shaking all over. I feel my clit swelling… I want you too much!”
“I too desire you immensely, my Little Lamb. A new evolution is happening in me... do you want to see how fool of desire you made me?”
"Yes!"
The One Who Waits rose and knelt, giving Lamb a better view of the swelling emerging from his tunic.
“Can I…can I see what's underneath?”
“Proceed!”

Lamb took the two edges of their God's tunic and opened them wide with impatience and an excited smile. They jumped in fear and fell backward when they saw his divine manhood emerge: swollen, barbed, erect, of considerable size.
“Are you sure you want my divine manhood all to yourself?” asked The One Who Waits, with a confident grin. “It's your last chance to retreat.”
Lamb, surely, was freaked out by his arousal and size. The first sight of his big erect barbed penis was scary, but at the same time, they felt filled with more lustfulness. They desired that terrifying dick, even if it could tear them apart.
“I never saw someone's... this thing... so near... I admit I'm a bit worried about our size differences, but the desire to be possessed by you is stronger!”
“You will have the honor of playing with it, of doing what you wish with the resurrection of the flesh, no one before you was worthy of even observing it, as you are doing now. You will be the first to welcome it inside.”
“I'm so honored, to have you all to myself!”
“No one before you was worthy of even observing it, as you are doing now. You will be the first to welcome it inside.”
“I'm so honored, to have you all to myself!”
“Just as you are alone…”
The One Who Waits took the ends of Lamb's fleece.
"Mine!"

In one sharp, brutal blow he tore it away, undressing them fully naked. Lamb, out of pure instinct, covered their private parts and nipples with their arms.
“Hush, don't hide your beautiful luscious body.” He said, removing their hands from their chest and pelvis.
“You were not so shy when you gave me that wonderful show in front of the Red Crown many times. How you touched yourself thinking about me."
Oh! So their Benefactor has everything every time they prayed to him and invoked him with lust.
"You are right, my Lord." Lamb replied, using that minimum of resourcefulness necessary to hide the embarrassment of being naked before their God. They pulled their chest out and arched their back slightly backward, to be able to show how the arousal, so abundant that it was dripping, between their legs.

The One Who Waits admired the sight of them, starting to drool and lick his lips.
Lamb saw his phallus twitch slightly, a clear sign that it had further aroused him. They approached their God, trying to widen the opening of his robe as much as possible, having difficulty due to the height difference.
The One Who Waits loosened his hood and opened his clothes to undress as much as possible. His body was surrounded by chains that did not allow complete undressing.
Lamb admired it, with dreamy eyes: yes, the Chained one was a terrifying creature, the two arms, legs, and tail were eaten away by ichor, as if he were decaying. His ribs were visible beneath the leaking layers of ichor, as were his collarbones piercing the skin covering them. Lamb cared, their God was the most fascinating and erotic creature they had ever seen in their whole life. Rightly, tastes are not discussed.
They moved closer to the divine, barbed erection, and their pleading eyes rose pleadingly.
“Show me how devoted you are, Vessel,” The One Who Waits commanded with an evil grin.

Lamb, a little embarrassed, nodded their head, and voraciously opened their mouth, welcoming the chapel with sharp scales. Despite the rough and sometimes pungent texture, they licked and sucked greedily, emitting moans of satisfaction. His size suffocated them, they tried to catch their breath at times, continuing to lick the chapel with the tip of their tongue. They hid their inexperience by diving in headfirst. They pulled out moans from the One Who Waits, who found himself overwhelmed by this first approach to intimacy with someone. He had never been worshiped in this way, Lamb proved to be his most devoted follower and servant.
It's a kind of tingling feeling, like little jolts, running throughout, but it isn't painful. It's the opposite - feels incredible, especially when the head is focused on. It was unexpected.
"Where did you learn it?"
“In my erotic dreams about you!” Lamb replied, continuing to lick the chapel, delicately, and blushing.
“You are truly voracious, despite your inexperience. It means it's destiny!”

The One Who Waits pulled Lamb back by their hair, and pinned them to the ground.
"Now it's my turn!" he said.
Lamb jumped as the God leaped at them, like a ravenous predator. They brought their palms together as if they were praying, to hide their nipples, and brought their trembling knees together. This fear was instinctive, caused by the difference in size, his brutal but passionate methods, and above all the unknown: what would happen next? How will the long-dreaded but desired defloration happen?
In his view, The One Who Waits was trying to be delicate enough not to break the Lamb's bones and wanted to make sure they were truly ready to welcome him.
“What a sublime body you have!” exclaimed the God, and he bent over the Lamb, licking them from the abdomen, across the right nipple and the collar, up to their right cheek, without ever lifting his tongue. He stopped to admire those large dark eyes, innocent and full of desire. “What beautiful eyes full of loyalty…”.
The One Who Waits recomposed himself, and he ordered with a sneer, “Vessel. Spread your legs".
The Lamb batted their eyelashes innocently, with a hint of seduction. It was really about to happen.
“Spread those beautiful legs wide.” repeated the God. “Spread your succulent thighs. Just for me."
They obeyed. Slowly, they pointed their hooves to the ground. Their thighs spread apart, revealing their sex which was blooming like a flower, all red, throbbing, and covered in fluids of ecstasy. A flower to be devoured. Their mating instinct caused by the heat was at odds with their being nervous, wondering “Will I be able to welcome my Lord all within me?”

“I feel like you're all tense…” The Chained One noticed it stroking their pelvis and vulva with his claws, sensing their tense muscles. “You know I can't deflower you without you wanting it. You know that I just want to give you a lot of pleasure, so you can continue your Mission with one less worry."
“It's because I've never done it, my Lord,” Lamb replied in a seductive and innocent voice, with a slight touch of agitation.
“We are both virgins, remember that” replied The One Who Waits, smiling mischievously. He didn't have any nervousness, he was in control of the situation. He wanted to claim the body of his Vessel, which was his by divine right and destiny.
“Show me how you like to be touched,” he ordered in a warm voice.
The Lamb blushed further and looked him straight in the eyes with lust. With three of their fingers, they touched the labia and the swollen clitoris with linear movements, with the other two fingers of their hand they further spread the edges of the vulva.
“You don't put any fingers in?”
“No, my Lord. I want to be desecrated only by your..."
"I understand. It turns me on how you keep yourself for me! First of all, I want to devour you whole… and make you relax properly.”
"Yes! My Lord! Devour me! So long, for you!”

The One Who Waits spread the Lamb's legs. He held their ankles and hooves firmly with his claws and began to bring his face closer to their vulva, which made his mouth water. He kissed their outside and internal labia, tickling them. He pulled his sharp tongue out and slowly traced a path down the length of their vulva, from bottom to top, to their clitoris. The taste of his Vessel captivated him, it was so delicious.
“You taste divine, Vessel… how so long I desired to eat you this way…”
Lamb gasped with pleasure. Being licked by their God, they could die from embarrassment and joy.
The One Who Waits chuckled, and continued to slowly eat that cunt, increasing the intensity with his tongue. The licks became voracious, the pace steadily increasing. Not only that, his lips and teeth also took part in that sweet assault on Lamb's intimacy.
Of course, at Lamb's request, he avoided penetrating them with his tongue. The thought of losing their respective chastities together made him even more hungry and excited.
He craved that pussy, like the oasis in a scorching desert. That pussy belonged to him, only to him. He didn't spare any moans, it was his most delicious meal and he wanted Lamb to feel good.
“Mine… you are only mine…”
Lamb's legs and pelvis trembled with pleasure, jerking as the God sucked and increased the speed of his tongue strokes.
“Ooohhhww, my Lord! My Lord! I am going crazy! You seem so knowledgeable…! Oh! Even if I'm your first too...aaah!”
“It's pure instinct, my Vessel,” he said, intensely making out with his labia.
Suddenly, Lamb was seized by a tingling that was blossoming between their legs, first an imperceptible one, slowly swelling and then exploding in an intense orgasm that made them jump from the ground and scream. Lamb threw their head back and rolled their pupils up, they really needed to scream so loudly of pleasure, their God must sense all their devotion and love. "My Lord!!"
The One Who Waits looked at them seductively, but he didn't stop devouring their pussy, he wanted to drink in all of their liquid orgasm without letting any drop of fluid fall.
Lamb in reaction had strong electric discharges throughout their body, their legs did not stop shaking to such an extent that the God held them still by the ankles, to prevent them from moving away due to overstimulation.

Oh yes, Lamb was overstimulated, their cries of pleasure were music to the ears of their Lord.
Finally, Lamb realized that their time had come:

“Please! Please my Lord! I'm ready, deflower me!”

The One Who Waits, as soon as he heard “deflower” his ears and tail pricked up. He was raising his torso to better position himself on top of Lamb.
“Deflower me! I'll desecrate you!” Lamb pleaded impatiently.
The One Who Waits grinned, and on his knees showed his Vessel his entire powerful erection, already dripping with precum from the tip.

Lamb's eyes widened, both from their trepidation and their fear of facing the unknown. They couldn't take their eyes off that gigantic cock with those little spines.
The One Who Waits pulled Lamb by their legs and positioned them well apart, resting them on his thighs. He loved this difference in size: he could thus take total possession of the body of his Vessel. His skeletal tail encircled Lamb for their waist. He caught Lamb's arms in his claws and pinned them to the ground, either side of their head.

“Are you ready, Vessel?”Lamb was so trembling with excitement and joy, they still couldn't take their eyes off that monstrous penis.
"I'm ready! I want you all inside me, my Lord!”

Thus, The One Who Waits placed his enormous head on the vulva dripping with fluids, trembling and blooming.
Lamb froze, ready to welcome him. They felt their heartbeat so intense, it pounded their eardrums. They took a deep breath.

At first, it didn't hurt, but he hadn't reached their hymen. Lamb thought it was fine, and they couldn't wait.
Until the God began to push his cock towards the entrance.

Lamb winced at the painful pressure. It felt as if a pressure was stretching their insides, and something foreign was invading them.
“Ah!” they screamed, digging their fingers into the ground to hold on. "It is huge!"
He looked at them with a sexy look, and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
"No! My Lord, I want you! Let him in slowly… ouch!”
The tip of his cock advanced slowly, widening Lamb's inexperienced entrance.
"Ouch! Argh! Slowly, please!”
“Relax…relax, my Vessel!”
They felt their vulva stiffen with fear caused by that enormous virility that they wanted tof undermine. Their unexpert body went against their will, and they started spasming a little and arching their back.

The One Who Waits was having trouble making his first penetration into his partner. Mostly because of inexperience and the height differences between him and Lamb.
“Even though I've made you even wetter, you're so tight…” the God growled, squeezing their thighs. “I feel it that I am the first ever… You feel it too, you are the first with the honor of welcoming me.”
He slowly pushed his erection, stretching Lamb further and further, who writhed as their walls slowly and painfully widened. They felt it sting more and more.
Lamb, no longer able to bear this slowness in feeling their entrance and hymen being stretched to the maximum, raised their torso and begged their God, digging their nails into his skeletal and ichor-covered arms: “I can't wait any longer, I want you everything inside me! My Lord, I am only yours!!”

The One Who Waits was amazed at his Vessel's courage. He smiled mischievously, and gave them a deep kiss with his tongue, making their pupils roll in pleasure.
Lamb relaxed into the kiss and pulled away from him panting. They still clung to the arms of their God.
The demonic cat felt with his cock that the vaginal entrance was finally accessible, no longer rigid from the tension of the first time. Either now, or never.

He pulled his pelvis back slightly. Lamb relaxed further, still feeling the effects of the kiss and desire.
Taken by his animal mating instinct, The One Who Waits impaled his Vessel. The penetration was so forceful that it made blood spurt from the vagina, which had been widened to the maximum. The head of his cock slipped inside them, stretching the vagina's length.
Lamb greeted him first with a gasp, then with a loud scream of pain at full volume as soon as they felt their hymen tearing and their vaginal walls widened by that powerful erection. They threw their head back, starting to gasp in pain and tear up.
The One Who Waits growled in pain and felt his frenulum tearing as the cock was grinding painfully against their inner walls.
Lamb's sex was so fully stretched when the erection went inside them and tried to make full space for itself. They were so full that they could see him bulging out of their stomach. They saw spots of blood on their wool bush, thighs, in the untied and chained robe of their God.

“My… my virginity. My virginity.” Lamb murmured, panting in pain and with tears falling.
“It's like this to be inside someone…” The One Who Waits said between his teeth, panting too, gripped by the painful but pleasant sensation of being so tightly enveloped by his partner. He grinned, realizing that their respective chastity and celibacy had been sacrificed.

“You're perfect, Vessel. You welcomed me completely inside, up to your limit!”.
“It hurts so bad, it hurts so bad…” whimpered Lamb. “You are so huge… I can feel it all burning… how huge you are!”

Lamb felt a ferrous odor pervading their nostrils. They lowered their eyes worriedly and widened them while gasping.
The One Who Waits noticed and looked at their trapped genitals: Lamb was losing even more blood, which began to drip, staining the ground.
“Do you want me to take it out?” he asked.
"No! No! It's a matter of time, I have to get used to it!" Lamb pleaded through clenched teeth, trying to resist. “Aah! You are tearing me apart, but it's so beautiful to welcome your Godhood inside me! I want to feel the pleasure! When will the pleasure come?”
“Don't be afraid... it's the first time for me too” the God declared, licking their lips, continuing to pant from this pleasurable tightness.
“Please, my Lord! Mount me wildly!” Lamb pleaded.

So, The One Below smiled aroused, he gripped their waist to hold them in place. Then, he slammed into their insides, knocking the air out of them in the form of a loud cry as more tears streamed down their face.
He started penetrating them slowly, making the blood flooding and dripping.
“Relax, Vessel, relax…” ordered him. “I want to give you the biggest pleasure”.
Lamb moaned in pain, feeling the stinging between their legs, but felt immense happiness at being carnally taken by their God. They were so honored to be the first to make him experience sex, the union of bodies into one Alone. One body, two names.
The more Lamb screamed, the more The One Who Waits became excited: with his strong penetrations, he stunned them, making them lose even more blood and vaginal fluids. Not only that, his frenulum was also torn, causing his cock to bleed.
Aside from the stinging, Lamb felt a rising sense of pleasure, as they learned how to relax their vaginal muscles and how to move their hips to match their God's rhythm.

"Oh! My Lord!”

Pleasure juices were spilled from them.

“Tell me, Vessel!”

“At first it hurt but… it's becoming so wonderful!! I feel pleasure rising! I love this feeling shared with you!”

This is how The One Who Waits and Lamb discovered sex together. Lamb began to move their pelvis to find all the angles to feel the virile thrusts of their God.

They felt overwhelmed by the wild sex she was experiencing. Blood, fluids, and sweat all mixed, and the two partners were overwhelmed by the immense pleasure and their animalistic instincts.

"My Lord! I venerate you so much!” Lamb screamed, before being overwhelmed by an immense orgasm, which made them tremble all over. “My body is going crazy! I am yours forever!”
"Oh yes! Mine forever!” The One Who Waits said, growling hornily. "Oh! Vessel! I'm about to have my first orgasm!”
Lamb was alarmed, and prayed between their moans and thrusts: “My Lord! Not inside! I don't want to get pregnant yet! I would love it in the future, but not now, please!”

The One Who Waits, aroused by their pleas, pulled his cock out of Lamb, dripping vaginal fluids mixed with blood. He sprayed his cum across Lamb's abdomen, chest, and face, gripping them by their hips. His pupils rolled until only the sclera of his eyes were visible, he bit his lower lip completely immersed in his first orgasm.

After the last spurts of sperm, the God collapsed onto his Vessel, took it in his claws, and kissed them passionately. Lamb returned him eagerly, every time their tongues were joined they felt heaven. The kiss lasted a good couple of minutes. The One Who Waits pulled away, and caressed the hair and tear-streaked cheek of his sweaty Vessel, whispering to them:

“My Lamb… even though we are joined carnally, you will remain forever pure. Your purity is not celibacy. Am I clear?"

“Yes... My Lord…” Lamb said groaning, and with a tired, haggard but seductive expression. “Thank you for choosing me for our sexual debut, my Lord.”

“Thanks for your devotion, Vessel,” God replied, chuckling and stroking sweetly their face again. “Afterwards I'll help you clean everything up before I summon my disciples, so you'll return to your Flock perfectly clean and tidy... You know what, Lamb, my older brother said a while ago that good sex is learned, like anything else in life.”

"What? Do you have an older brother?”

“I was saying…” The One Who Waits replied, glossing over the matter, “It will become more and more beautiful to have sex with just the two of us. You are mine, only mine."

“I adore you so much, my Lord!” Lamb said leaning their cheek against their claws and skeletal hand, closing their eyes in relaxation and love.

Chapter Text

Two years later, the New Faith rose to its greatest power, changing the world forever.

Lamb had become the new God of Death, and The One Who Waits' real name was revealed to be Narinder, former Bishop of Death.

The Bishops, who turned out to be his siblings, were torn away from the purgatory where they were imprisoned after their martyrdom at the hands of the Vessel, who turned out to be much stronger and braver than they imagined.

Now, the Bishops have a peaceful existence within the Cult, and they were surprised that their brother, with whom they will have to do a long job to rebuild a healthy family relationship, was chosen as the betrothed and only husband by his own usurper. Above all, they were amazed that Narinder had fallen in love with the Lamb, and already desired to join them under the sacred bond of marriage.

"Well! Everyone has their own tastes! ” Kallamar commented, proud of his little brother. “He snubbed everyone so much when he was the reigning Bishop of Death, no one was worthy of even a glance from him! And now he has discovered love with his usurper... and more! You can also see how enchanted Narinder is towards his Lamby, now he has seen what has been lost in these centuries of harsh cloister chastity! I would say the most interesting love story of the millennium! I see him as so close-knit and so complicit with his Lamb, as I told him in the past, sex and love are things you learn!"

Narinder attempted to sacrifice Lamb, believing that he would be totally free. Instead, to his amazement during the final battle, he had broken the four chains with his own strength.
The prophecy had been fulfilled: Lamb was revealed to be his promised liberator. He was surprised to have been spared after the final battle.

The passion they shared had never died, even in moments of doubt, tension, arguments, an attempted sacrifice, and the final battle that changed the religion forever.

Even though Narinder was indoctrinated, he enjoyed calling Lamb “Vessel” during their exchanges of seductive words, hot caresses in private and when they were having sex.

Lamb, hearing the word "Vessel" pronounced in an erotic way and the dominant ways of his most precious Follower, felt their heart skip a beat and was already starting to get wet between their legs.

Lamb and Narinder grew not only as individuals, but more importantly as a power couple and a strong team. Narinder was also elected as the High Minister of the New Faith, as a reward for his immense work, devotion and love.

Thus it was that Lamb and Narinder were joined under the sacred bond of marriage, with a solemn ceremony and a great party where allies from the Lands of the Ancient Faith were also invited.

Ratau, during the evening, sitting on a cushion, holding a glass of wine, while laughter and dancing could be heard in the background, commented smiling looking at the starry night: "Today is the full moon, from what I know it is the most fertile of all..."
“Oh, Ratau!” Forneus chuckled, patting him on the back, holding a cup of wine too. “It's obvious you can't wait to become a grandfather!”
“You can swear, Forneus! You will also see in the future, with Baal and Aym!”
"Time to time! My boys have to live their own lives and fulfill themselves, there is time before I become a grandmother!"

Ratau and Forneus laughed, both proud of the Cult Leader and their Consort.

Right under the full moon, which reflected its light beyond the window of their house, Lamb and Narinder had their first wedding night fiery with spicy love, at the same time also with tenderness.
The moonlight illuminated the two newlyweds, creating a play with light and shadow even with the curtains and objects in the room.
Both were kneeling on the bed; specifically, Lamb was in doggy style and Narinder was behind them, while he was fucking them wildly, holding onto them hips with his claws.

The wedding robes were on the floor and on the wardrobe, it was clear that they had excitedly torn them off each other as soon as they crossed the threshold and closed the door and curtain.

The two of them didn't worry about making too much noise, they had no limits: Lamb moaned, calling their handsome husband, clung to the mattress with their nails, moving their pelvis to better feel the vigorous penetrations and feel them in every corner inside them. Narinder growled for their pleasure, he held them so tightly to him with his claws to prevent them from running away involuntarily, he was excited by the thought that his spouse was his sexy prey.

With each thrust, Lamb not only squealed with pleasure, but also released their vaginal fluids, which squirted out from the impact. In addition to soaking the trembling thighs, it fell in drops on the sheets.
"Oh! Nari! My love! It's beautiful to merge our bodies like this!” Lamb said between pants.

“Finally I can fuck you even harder with this new body, my beautiful spouse, without the risk of making you limp for a week…” replied Narinder, in the grip of the moment and extremely horny. He loved pushing and slamming his cock all the way to his spouse's cervix. Finally, although still much taller than Lamb, he could be more daring with wild sex, without making them cry in pain, break their pelvis, giving them long cramps or hit some internal organ.
"Oh! Yes, Narinder! Now yes you are a normal height and you are no longer giant, but your cock has always been like this… oooh! Huge! It's wonderful to make love and fuck with you!"
Lamb's pupils were rolled to the maximum, they threw their head back and arched their back, almost making their abdomen rest towards the sheet.

Narinder, tempted by those beautiful white curls of wool, took them with one hand, and pulled Lamb even more towards him, growling: "I say the same about this, Vessel..."
“Aaaww! Yes! Call me Vessel again, it makes me so horny!” Lamb begged, getting even more excited. They tightened their vaginal walls to demonstrate their appreciation for him and wanting to tie him to them even more.

“My beautiful voracious Vessel, following my commands!” Narinder whispered in their ear. “I order you to ride me!”
“That was already my intention, my hubby!” Lamb exclaimed, pulling their hips back, causing Narinder's huge cock to slide out.

In a few seconds, Lamb turned rheir face towards him, laid him on the mattress, pushing him with their hands, jumped on his pelvis. After giving him a seductive look of challenge, they impaled themselves with his straight cock. They growled with pleasure at receiving him all the way, throwing their head back.

In the period following Narinder's defeat and indoctrination, Lamb had learned how to ride him during sex. Their pelvis, from awkward movements held back by pain, was finally moving vigorously, they had understood how to stimulate the vagina well inside, depending on the inclination. They loved to dominate ther husband in this way.

Narinder didn't mind, he had discovered a "passive" side of him. He panted as Lamb bounced up and down on his cock, and he loves how they learned to use their vaginal muscles by tightening or relaxing them as needed. He loved how Lamb took control. He held onto his Vessel's thighs and buttocks, spanking them sexy every now and then, and giving them a hard, deep thrust in response.

“I couldn't help but have a better husband! Aaahh!” Lamb moaned as they pounded well and impaled themselves.
“You know, we were right to organize the wedding when both of us are in heat…” Narinder noted, as he was overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, and admired Lamb as they jumped on him, squeezing their chest and ass with his claws, scratching them a little.
“As if anything changed!” Lamb exclaimed, really enjoying how he scratched them erotically. “But know one thing, today is special! It's the best night of our lives!"
Narinder raised himself slightly and kissed Lamb intensely with his tongue, which they returned even more voracious and eager. He gave them another deep and violent penetration, to assert his dominance. “Above all…” Narinder stated, licking their lips and caressing their sweaty face “Under the full moon, we can finally have a child!”
"Also two! Even three!” Lamb exclaimed happily and horny, continuing to ride him. “You remember, we talked about it, we want to have lots of children! Finally you can come inside me!”

The Red Crown, who was on the shelf watching the erotic and lewd show, commented to himself: “Finally! What the fuck, I was so sick of accidentally getting cum splashed in my eye!”

Narinder's dominating and predatory instincts ignited. He grabbed Lamb's hips and turned them over, slamming them into the mattress. He began to penetrate them again with so much vigor, holding their hip and their face, making them flood even more with pleasure.

“Finally I can fill your beautiful pussy with my sperm, finally your uterus will drink it… You will be beautiful with your round belly, carrying my kittens!”
“O lambs!” Lamb added, panting from pleasure.
“Or both! They will be beautiful, the perfect mix of you and me… They will have your beautiful sweet brown eyes…” Narinder fantasized, kissing Lamb.
“I'm sure they'll have your three beautiful red eyes… they'll inherit your adorable ears!” Lamb replied enthusiastically, caressing his face and kissing him back.
“They will have your wool and fur of the same color as you… they will have your horns…” he continued, increasing the speed of his thrusts, smiling. He noticed that Lamb stopped responding, that they were lifting their chin, rolling their eyes and growling with drooling pleasure, indicating that they were about to come.

Narinder, all sweaty and horny from his spouse and Leader's reaction, intertwined his fingers with theirs and began to increase the strength and pace of his thrusts, to give them the final blow.

Lamb gasped and screamed at their orgasm, squirting profusely. But, Narinder didn't stop: he was determined to impregnate them.

“Now that you have come, you will be able to welcome my heirs inside!”
“Nari! I love you infinitely! I love you!" Lamb screamed between their pants as their pussy squirted again.

“I love you Lambert, I love you!” Narinder replied ardently and romantically, fucking them relentlessly.
Lamb called and prayed to their husband, still trembling with orgasm: “Narinder! Fuck me! Impregnate me, please! I want all your powerful sperm, inside my uterus! I want you to make me a parent!! I love you!!"

Suddenly, Narinder growled loudly from pleasure, pinned his Lamb by holding their hands further to mattress and slammed all his erection into them, cumming inside them, injecting them a lot of semen.

The lips of the two spouses touched each other, they engaged with a kiss.

A shiver ran down his spine as he moaned from the overwhelming orgasm. Lamb felt something hot explode inside them, then leak profusely from their vagina, dripping down their thighs. They felt their husband's cock tremble as it shot out the last two shots of cum.

Lamb's legs were straight and trembling when they was being filled with cum, kicking in the air with pleasure. They felt an immense joy overflowing from their heart: receiving, for the first time ever, inside their womb the hot and abundant sperm of their former God and their husband, sent them into ecstasy and they felt their heart filled with happiness and love.

Narinder broke away from their sweaty kiss, and looked at them proudly, stroking their hair and smiling with horny, loving devotion. “It's wonderful... it's indescribable... coming inside you is wonderful, filling you is beautiful... you're perfect! You are magnificent!”

Lamb nodded, smiling, and began to sob.

“Lamb, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Narinder asked worriedly, hugging them.

“These are tears of joy, Nari!” Lamb explained with a super smile, tearing up with immense emotion. They lowered their hand and caressed their womb. "I'm so excited! Being filled with your love to the fullest is so divine!”
“It will always be like this Lamb!” Narinder promised, caressing their hand and womb. “I will fill you with all my love, desire and veneration...”
“I love you Nari!”
“I love you, Lamb!” Narinder exclaimed happily, passionately kissing Lamb as the final act of their wedding night.