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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 shoulders.

“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 shortly.”

“Next time, we’ll tie Thanatos up and make him play the game,” Megaera hummed.

“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 the ground.

“Thanatos…” He panted, paws curling into tight fists.