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Harbinger of death, surface martyr, and punishing fury getting it on
Transgender male Thanatos
Cisgender female Megaera
Intersex/otherwise differently sexed Lupus
Extremely light bondage
Oral all around
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“I’m intrigued as
to how far this will go.”
Lupus stood in the middle of Megaera’s room, unclothed and baring
himself to both the room’s owner and another visitor, Thanatos. His paws
were tied behind his back–firmly, but not painfully so.
“Still up for our little game?” Thanatos wove a dark cloth between his
fingers, staring down Lupus. “We’ve come this far, but there’s still
time for you to step down.”
“Oh, yes!” Lupus smiled, tail swishing in the air. “You know I love to
play with you two.”
“Alright, put it on.” From behind Lupus, Megaera waved for Thanatos to
slip the blindfold onto the therian. Thanatos quickly moved behind Lupus
and pulled the cloth over his eyes, tying it behind his head.
“See anything?” Thanatos asked, letting his hands drop to Lupus’s
“Darker than night,” Lupus replied.
“Good,” Megaera whispered. “Alright, you know how the game starts,
right? On your knees.”
Lupus knelt down, dropping down to one knee at first, then switching
balance to allow his other leg to drop to the floor. Though his sight
was gone, his hearing was as good as ever, and the rustling and
depositing of clothes was heard around him. Footsteps came back towards
his resting spot.
“Let’s see how good he is at guessing.” Megaera was speaking. Footsteps,
again, closer–directly in front of Lupus. A hand tapped the top of his
snout, commanding him to open his maw. He obliged.
The smell immediately gives it away, of course. He had a better sense of
smell than the both of them combined. Thanatos was up first. Lupus
prodded around with his tongue, hitting soft flesh at first, then
reaching the god’s cock, lapping at the familiar, firm warmth.
Thanatos groaned, throwing a hand over his mouth. Lupus didn’t need to
hear his voice to confirm who he was “servicing”, but that small clip of
vulnerability made it obvious. Lupus let his tonguing linger longer on
the god’s cock, rolling under the meager foreskin and stimulating it as
far as possible. He poked his dark tongue further back, hitting the
proverbial honeypot of the death god. The wolf continued to lap at
Thanatos’s cunt, until the god shook with overstimulation, gripping onto
the wolf’s head for support.
A muffled shout and a leak of “nectar” was Lupus’s treat, the musky
smell of Thanatos’s body pulling away, leading to a new hand tapping on
his snout and a sweeter scent hitting the back of his throat. Rules of
deduction would have said that Megaera was next, but Lupus didn’t need
logic–his senses never failed or fooled him. Even in total darkness, he
knew his lovers carnally.
Yet again, he stretched his tongue, searching for flesh to connect with,
and he lapped at the tender lips of the woman standing above him. She
was better at keeping her voice stifled than Thanatos, but her other
obvious giveaway was her palm on his head, rubbing a familiar pleasing
rhythm as he licked away.
Lupus found her opening, too, and teased at it, wishing his hands were
unbound so he could just grab her and really go
deep. But this was how the game was played, and it’d be rude, and more
than likely impossible, to break the ropes of Meg’s whip.
Another shiver and another hot dribble of sex on his teeth, and Lupus
knew the game was over. He licked his lips, savoring the mixture of
musky and sweet flavors that he’d been blessed with.
“So?” Megaera finally said, quickly recovered from her escapade. “Who
was first–me, or Thanatos?”
“Thanatos,” Lupus chuffed, tail swishing.
Megaera groaned and Thanatos chuckled.
“I win again,” the god of death mockingly cheered. “I’ll claim my prize
“Next time, we’ll tie Thanatos up and make him play the game,” Megaera
“That would be lots of fun.” Lupus shot a toothy grin up into the air.
Said grin soon devolved into a piercing growl as chthonic lips wrapped
around his erect cock, which had danced around ever since he’d gotten on
“Thanatos…” He panted, paws curling into tight fists.