It heard a click.
Instinctively, Kiran clutched the book they held tighter in their hand as it stared up at their captor whom entered their room.
The title 'captor' wasn’t quite right. Nor was it wrong. But it would have been inappropriate to call their husband such thing. That title too, husband, wasn’t all that appropriate either, even if it was the truth now.
It was a deal with the devil done out of the necessity to keep Askr, and all surrounding kingdoms, from being razed to the ground from Niðavellir. The conditions of which were simple: Provide Askr’s Divine Summoner God, Kiran, to the King of Niðavellir, Fáfnir, and Askr would be left to their own devices from the attacking country.
More or less.
But there was a detail written in that treaty.
One small detail.
A detail so small, but so important for the treaty to be accepted on behalf of the attacking kingdom.
Askr’s Divine God would provide to the King of Niðavellir a child.
A simple child of demi-god qualities to continue his bloodline and provide a proper heir to the throne.
This was the sacrifice of the flesh that Kiran was required.
When first titled Divine and anointed Godhood upon being summoned to this world, pregnancy had been the last thing they would have presumed to be required of it. But this was for the sake of thousands of people who considered them a God. A small sacrifice, all things considered, when the stakes amounted to thousands or more innocent lives that could be lost.
But pregnancy was unappealing. Even before they had been summoned to Askr it was never something they had given much thought. To carry a child for nine months and be completely tethered forever to that horrific man was even more unappealing. But that was what Gods did. Sacrifice the flesh for the sinners. At least, that was what was taught back home. In this realm? Kiran was unsure.
Then there was the act of conceiving the child, of course. It did not magically happen. There were steps to it. Steps that were so simple. Yet, Kiran could only feel dread when thinking it.
Fáfnir entered the room unannounced.
He was dressed down for the occasion, wearing nothing but simple loose-fitting linens that draped his body. It was much different than the typical regalia he would don whilst going about his kingly duties or on the battlefield on whichever conquest he desired for that day. Without the adorned regalia, he looked about the same as any other person Kiran would chance upon. A Human of normal qualities, unlike Kiran who was draped in the Divine. But even with his unsuspecting appearance, that glazed look in his eyes kept. It was but a shimmer beneath the surface that spoke for something more. And the God wondered if he thought the same of them.
He stepped quietly into the room as his gaze traced over the objects of Kiran’s domain in the simple candlelit night. He let the door close shut and twisted the key to lock it before placing it on one of the end tables.
Kiran couldn’t help but tremble as they stared at Fáfnir who stood in their room.
It would be this day. Or maybe the start of it. Who knew how long it would take them to get pregnant.
Barely consolable was the fact that Fáfnir had been barely patient in allowing the Divine to settle in Niðavellir, its new kingdom. Perhaps this was the last shred of chivalry that Reginn had regaled to Kiran when they had worked together against her brother. Even if that were the case, his morbid fascinations of death and torture trailed through the night of the castle, and it had to wonder if he was more preoccupied with his own fascinations than the body that laid waiting for him to take.
His head turned slowly to meet Kiran’s gaze and he stared at the Divine in the limelight of the flames. Eyes shimmered as he gazed at his spouse draped upon the cushioned reading chair they sat upon. Kiran shared the look, but it came as a haughty glare as they awaited what was obvious to come from the night. Their lips curled over their teeth with a sneer as he seemed to stand there with an even gaze.
The suspense was killing them. The knot was tight in their stomach.
“What?” Kiran spoke as bluntly as possible.
Fáfnir gave a bemused smile. “I did not expect you to stay.”
The reply took Kiran off guard. “You think I would run away?” Its laughter echoed harshly throughout their bedroom chamber. “I hate you, but I have a duty to my people to ensure you do not cause more hardship on Askr.” Even as they said that, it was difficult not to admit that they had considered it. Selfish as it was, even a God could only want for themselves. The Gods back in their own home realm certainly did. “That is all this is.”
Fáfnir’s head turned away from Kiran as he mused upon those words “Just a duty…” he repeated.
He turned towards Kiran and stalked up to the chair they sat upon. A hand placed itself on the armrest and as he leaned over the Divine. With his other hand, he plucked the grimoire from Kiran’s and closed the book as he stared at the cover. The novel was turned in his hand as he stared at it without any care for what was below him. His presence was suffocating, made even worse as he leaned heavily over the Divine God.
It was difficult for Kiran to keep their nerves intact.
“I suppose that this is all that this is.”
Kiran slowly sunk deeper into the chair as they glared up at the King above him. It had to spread their legs slightly apart to accommodate for the body that now stood so close to them. Their chin dipped into their chest as they glared up at Fáfnir. And, for the first time since being summoned here, they felt small.
They were both quiet for a time.
“…Well?”
Fáfnir glanced from the book to Kiran.
“Are you going to…?”
There was a smile in his eyes now.
“To what?”
It was difficult for Kiran to respond. Did he want them to say what was to be done tonight?
“You know…” the words trailed off as they looked away from him. They couldn’t even say it.
“Hm…” Fáfnir casually set the book on the end table. He let his other hand perch on the other armrest as he stared down the Divine below him. His weight shifted to one leg as he traced the outline of his meal. How it curved over the chair. How it seemed to offer itself to him.
“I want to get it over with.” Kiran continued as it recentered its vision on Fáfnir.
“So, you say.” He kept a piercing gaze upon Kiran’s own. It was difficult to keep the eye contact and Kiran was loathed to be the first to break from that gaze. It would be considered a weakness. “But I wish to indulge myself in Askr’s ‘Divinity’.”
Kiran was quiet for a time.
But of course. Who could resist the allure of Godhood?
Kiran swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” They tried to keep their voice even in the reply.
That made Fáfnir smirk.
He lifted his hand from the armrest and touched Kiran’s marked cheek. Finger tips danced over the markings that curled below their eye, tracing them slowly over its jaw and beneath its chin. Slowly his fingers furled as he lifted their face upward. A thumb traced over their lips and soaked in the Divine touch that was provided to him. The touch was surprisingly gentle compared to the usual sort of violence that the King was more inclined to. But even if the touch was gentle, his eyes spoke of anything but that. There was something else beneath his gaze. Something that terrified Kiran.
He leaned in.
His head dipped down to Kiran’s face and it felt his lips press against their own. There was no willingness to reciprocate the kiss, but he still dutifully worked his against the God’s.
And he hungered.
Kiran could feel his tongue prod between their lips as his grip beneath its chin became suddenly tighter against its face. They opened their mouth to allow his indulgence. To allow his taste to mark their own. To allow him to drink in the saliva of the Divine. He let his grip go and traced that hand down Kiran’s neck. Fingertips grazed down their artery, circling the sensitive skin as though contemplating doing another thing. Even if his appetite were to shift to that thing, Kiran hardly considered it lucky that they were immortal. Though, in some ways, it would be better than this. But his ravenous appetite was for this, and he continued to trace down Kiran’s body. Down to the collarbone. To where its clothes began.
He pulled away. His breath was hot against Kiran’s but it was kept even, unlike Kiran’s own.
“What makes you so Divine that no other Mortal is?”
If Kiran could, they would have sunk deeper into the chair, but that was not possible short of slipping off it completely.
“Does it taste different?”
He snaked his hand down the center of Kiran’s flesh over their clothes.
“Does it feel different?”
The God could feel their body unfurl to him. His body leaned further down to it as his hand dipped between their legs.
“Or would you be the same as anyone else?”
Kiran couldn’t help but suck in a breath of air as they felt Fáfnir’s hand pad over their crotch. His fingers felt over the fabric as he teased his touch into it. They tensed, but the pleasure spread over their stomach. And they hated how this was making them feel.
“Hah…” Kiran let out a breathy laugh to the reaction. “I wouldn’t know…” They tried to give a shrug as Fáfnir continued to pad his hand into their clothes. “No one ever got that far.”
Something about the way he smiled made Kiran’s stomach sink.
“So, I am your first?” Fáfnir’s smile widened as he withdrew his hand and trailed it up Kiran’s stomach beneath their clothes. They were frigid as if he had been a corpse rotting in decay for months.
“Here.” Kiran corrected. “As a God…”
They bit their lip as Fáfnir slipped his hand down Kiran’s pants. His hand felt over Kiran’s curls as he slipped two fingers between its lips and caressed their clit between them. He could feel its wetness, but kept his hand pleasantly still within Kiran as he stared at the God with a sickening smile. Fingers barely teasing their entrance.
“Not even your little prince or princess?” his smile was sickening.
They didn’t want to think about Sharena or Alfonse right now. It drew a dark expression over their face as the pleasure faded into anger.
“I’m surprised they never thought to indulge in you…” he continued, taking the expression over Kiran’s face as an answer. “I have seen how your little prince looks at you. How his body aches…” His head dipped against Kiran’s neck. “A God of your caliber… untouched…” They felt his teeth against their neck as it ghosted over the markings. How he yearned to take a bite from them. “But I suppose there are people who only wish to gaze upon you and touch themselves than taint your alleged ‘holiness’.”
He moved his two fingers slightly to stroke Kiran’s clit. Just enough to illicit a response from the God that he held in the palm of his hand. Even if Kiran tried not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, it would be impossible to not hide the shudder or the way their legs seem to spread just a little wider to accommodate the pleasure.
“But I am not one to pray alone at night.”
They felt the smile against their neck as he kissed it. It felt his tongue draw over their artery as he traced over the markings.
“I would have preferred if you had been completely mine to have.” Fáfnir continued. His breath was hot against their flesh. He teased the skin with his teeth. “But I suppose being the first to partake in you as a God is better than it would be as a Mortal. And I will be sure to make your flesh remember mine.”
Kiran let out a breath as Fáfnir brought his hand up from between their legs and continued it up their blouse. Their own wetness trailed over their body as he reached for one of Kiran’s breasts. His hands were so damn cold, and it felt almost unpleasant when his fingers pinched Kiran’s nipples. And he pinched them hard.
“You…” Kiran grit their teeth together as pain and pleasure rolled through their body. They clenched down onto the armrest. It didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a show, but their body was reacting in ways they could not stop.
“You are my feast to have. Unless… You have had others partake in…?” He withdrew his face from Kiran’s neck and stared at them as they tried not to writhe in the chair as he continued to rub its nipple. He moved his knee forward, forcing it between its legs and applying pressure.
“I…” Kiran bit their lips.
“Tell me.” Fáfnir smiled down in delight. “Perhaps another Hero in your Order you bade to make consume you? To only touch you?”
“N-No!” Kiran gasped.
“Ah… Hahaha…” a chortle resounded through the room. “You have never thought to use your Divinity for such impurities?” He removed his hand from Kiran’s breast and firmly grasped its neck. “You never made them beg for your Divine touch?”
Kiran began to tremble.
“No…” Kiran tried to keep their voice even. “I-I…” It felt Fáfnir apply more pressure against their crotch, forcing it upright in the chair. They weren’t sure if it hurt or if it was pleasurable, but his grasp upon the neck felt uncomfortable. “I would never do that.”
Its body was tense in his grip. It watched as he licked his lips, sizing up his meal.
“A shame.” He loosened his grip slightly. “I knew Askr was weak. But even its ‘God’?” Most of his weight was now applied to his knee firmly planted between Kiran’s legs and his other hand perched against the armrest. He leaned down again, a tongue trailing down Kiran’s neck as he teased it for a time. Then, without warning, he plunged into it.
Kiran could only gasp as their hands went to grab Fáfnir’s shoulders.
It was rough. To his credit, it was not enough that it would draw blood, but even Kiran could feel how he fought himself from letting his control slip and allow his indulgence unfurl in its totality. But it did not stop him from completing gorging himself down into them as he drew his teeth away and moved to another spot. His tongue encircled the new location that was to be his next desired mark, then he bit down again.
“Ngh…!” Kiran dug their fingers into him as he continued.
He shifted forward again, completely applying pressure against their crotch with his knee. Pleasure spread over their legs, but the pain in their neck only provided a strange mixture of sensations.
Eventually, he leaned backwards as he gazed down at his handiwork. The God’s entire left side was bruised with deep impressions left behind from his teeth, but it was obvious that the true satisfaction came from seeing it squirm from the pressure being applied by his knee.
He reached out to trace over the markings and bruises that were beginning to form. “Enjoying yourself…?” Kiran shifted away from his fingertips, but he roughly snatched its face in his hand. He turned their face over, as though it were the first time considering its appearance. Kiran could only stare with gritted teeth as it tried not to tremble in fear. His smile was sickening. “You truly are the most beautiful ‘God’ to exist.”
Kiran shoved the hand away, and Fáfnir only cackled as he shifted away from Kiran and stood in front of them.
“We both know why you’re here.” Kiran snapped. They reached up to their neck to cradle the forming wounds. “Are you just here to torture me?”
“I said I wanted to indulge.” He gave a smile. “Ah…” he cocked his head slightly to the side. “…and that glare is all part of the enjoyment.”
Kiran grit their teeth as Fáfnir began to unbutton his blouse. His gaze took to Kiran’s bed set further in its chambers for a moment before he looked back down to Kiran with an expected stare.
“What?” Kiran glowered.
“I hope you do not expect to be carried.”
They really weren’t. Even if the idea of it would have been at least a little romantic. Such a thing was completely outside the capabilities of the King, and not for the lack of strength.
Wordlessly they grasped both armrests and pulled themselves up to stand. Fáfnir took a step back as it stood and turned to watch as the Divine slipped past them.
“I hope you rot in Hell.” Kiran growled. They continued towards their bed with a huff as it, too, began to unbutton their own blouse. But before the God could make it to the foot of the bed, it felt a sudden cold grip on the back of their neck. It startled them and its heart began to pound in fear.
“Oh…” Fáfnir’s voice drawled from behind them. “Do not worry, my Divine. I will be sure to drag you alongside with me to her domain.” Kiran could barely turn their head to stare behind them. He was shirtless now, and it could see the small number of scars that touched his muscled body. “But my absence will become your insanity. I can assure you.”
Kiran grit their teeth as he forced it to turn to face him.
“But before I do… I will be sure to indulge in what no Mortal has.” He took a step closer to it. A hand trailed up its body. Over their breasts. Over their neck. Up and over to the collar of its shirt. “And I will be sure to plant my seed in you so that you will never be free of me.”
Rather roughly, he pulled the blouse from Kiran’s body. It startled the Divine, and it pulled their hands to their chest to hide away from the stare.
A small chuckle echoed from Fáfnir’s lips as he reached to grasp Kiran’s wrists, forcing it away from their flesh so he could stare. He gaze shifted over Kiran’s body. Stared at the wrapping markings that furled over only the left side of their form. Stared at the greyed scar that left an icy impression over their heart. He was mystified at the Divine, but in no holy way.
“Hm…” he paused as he stared at Kiran’s chest. “They are smaller than I have been led to believe.”
Kiran wrenched control of their hands and shuddered away from him.
Asshole.
“Do not worry, my little God.” He stepped forward. And Kiran took a step back. “I will not hurt you.” he reached out and pressed his finger against Kiran’s chin. It began to tremble as he leaned in with a whisper on his lips: “Not enough to… break you.”
He pushed his mouth against Kiran’s lips, his tongue forcing its way into Kiran’s mouth as he roughly bit down onto their lips. Kiran shoved Fáfnir back and gasped at the pain that now flared over their mouth. They touched their lip and drew back to blood dripping down their fingertips. A scowl now replaced Kiran’s face as it stared down at Fáfnir, its own blood smeared over his lips.
He hummed as he licked his lips. “It tastes as any other…” he reapproached Kiran as the God stumbled backwards. “But I wonder if everything else does…”
“Do you treat everyone you sleep with the same?” Kiran wiped the blood with the back of their hand. It would heal in time, like every other inflicted wound from a Mortal hand. But the pain thrummed against their lips.
“If they were still alive, I would allow you to ask them yourself.”
Kiran’s stomach sank as it felt the foot of the bed press against their knees.
“But I promise you will be special.” He reached out and pushed Kiran back onto the bed. They landed backwards with a hard thump and a grunt. “You are given the opportunity no one else is.” He smiled down at the display. “To bear my child.”
Fáfnir approached the foot of the bed. He raised his knee to perch himself on the cushioned mattress as he slowly slinked towards Kiran on the bed. Both his hands went to either side of the God as he began to drape himself over their body. Now straddling the God’s stomach, he perched his hands just above Kiran’s shoulders. Should Kiran glance down, it would be able to see how his erection pressed against his trousers.
He lowered his body close to the Divine’s. Lips pressed against their ear as he began to whisper his own versions of sweet nothings. “Do not worry. I will ensure that you will be kept alive.” His teeth grazed its ear. “I was sincere when we wedded: That I will have no one else but you.”
The Divine was unsure if that was meant to make them feel better. It hardly did. At the end of the day, all that they needed to do was provide a child. A proper heir to the throne. And all that was needed for that was to, hopefully, have sex once and have him ejaculate inside of them.
Supposedly that was how it went.
But luck never was that kind.
“Just get it over with.” Kiran rolled their eyes as they turned their face away from Fáfnir. The scowl was kept.
“Impatient.” Fáfnir removed himself slightly from Kiran to allow himself to slip his hand back into Kiran’s pants. It came so suddenly that their body lurched forward. He felt the wetness between their legs and smiled as his fingers teased their entrance.
Kiran bit their lip, and then winced in pain at the wound on their mouth.
They still weren’t sure if they liked it being drawn out like this or if they would have preferred it to be quick. As much as they were to loathed to admit it, they weren’t going to deny that the pleasure at least made it somewhat palatable. It rolled over their hips and down their legs. Up over their breasts and over their neck. Felt the tingling in their body as Fáfnir slowly slipped two of his fingers into Kiran’s entrance.
“Hah…” Kiran let their eyes close and a breathy moan escape their lips.
It was embarrassing how wet they have already gotten. He slipped inside them so easily and without much resistance. Part of them felt completely pathetic for allowing their body to unfurl so easily to him.
Fáfnir shifted his body slightly. He removed himself from over Kiran and leaned against the side of his body against the bed as he lowered his mouth to Kiran’s bare chest. He made a circular motion around Kiran’s nipples with his tongue and the God couldn’t help but let a louder moan escape as he indulged in the taste of their breasts. He slipped his hand from Kiran’s legs and raised it to grasp the breast they feasted on. He squished them firmly in his hand as he began to indulge on their body. It felt as he lifted his head up and spread Kiran’s wetness over their nipples and lapped it up with his tongue. Teasing the sensitive nerves with his flesh as he began to consume them. How he sucked and tongued their breasts with urgency, as though this were the oasis in the desert. That this would satiate his insanity.
It felt Fáfnir press his hips against Kiran’s leg, pushing his erection against them as if to tease himself the pleasure that he wanted. But his mouth continued over Kiran’s. And soon, he lifted the hand that cupped the breast he worked with in his mouth to move to the other one. He pinched the other nipple, pulling it roughly and twisting it slowly in his fingers. He indulged in its texture. Its shape. Its taste.
But most of all, he indulged in watching Kiran’s hips buck for something more.
“N-Ngh…” Kiran groaned. Its back arched upward as pleasure was overwhelming them. Their body was trembling. But noose of fear still hung over them as he rubbed his erection against it.
“Mh…” Fáfnir hummed. He lifted his head up, still pulling at their breast with his other hand. “I wonder how long until you begin to beg.” He let go of Kiran’s nipple after pulling it.
“Ah!” Kiran gasped. They dug their fingers into the sheets as it shifted its gaze to Fáfnir. Their face was hot and they could feel their own wetness between their legs. Slowly, it’s gaze shifted to the tent in his trousers and how needy he was becoming from this display.
“I heard you were Mortal… once.” He trailed his hand down Kiran’s stomach. It felt its body fluttering. “Did you use to beg?” He danced his fingers over Kiran’s crotch as a sick smile overcame his face. “Or did you once command it from others?” He touched Kiran’s trousers and began to slip his fingers underneath. His hand laid over their bush, but did not press any deeper past its lips. But it was obvious from the grin that he could feel its wetness from even where his hand laid.
Kiran shook their head. “I never…” it let out a breath. Trying not to focus on the neediness from their body. “I…” their head was a fog of pleasure. It arched its hips upwards slightly, against its better judgement, and felt as how Fáfnir’s fingers quickly retracted from its body.
There was frustration, but Kiran would never voice that. It must have been obvious in their face based on Fáfnir’s expression and the chuckle that resounded from him.
He lifted himself from Kiran’s side and stared down at the God whose body was so nicely displayed on the bed. Their breasts were swollen from his touch and it did not stop him from reaching over to pinch them again. The more he continued, the more sensitive they were becoming, and not in the pleasant way.
“Ah…” Kiran grit their teeth as the feeling was becoming uncomfortable. “Wh-What are you… doing!?” They dug their hands into the sheets as Fáfnir continued to pinch and pull their nipple.
He said nothing. Only stared down at Kiran who writhed in bed. Watching. Enjoying himself in his own pleasure.
Before long, the God gripped Fáfnir’s wrist, pulling it away from their body. Their breath was heavy as it glared up at the King who could only stare down with a sickening smile.
“I thought you didn’t intend to torture me.” Kiran snapped at him.
“Indeed.” Fáfnir snatched his hand away from Kiran’s. “But we should enjoy ourselves. No?” There was a chuckle.
“I hardly am.”
“That was not what it seemed so earlier.” Fáfnir continued. “You are welcome to indulge in me, yourself.” He raised a hand to Kiran’s trousers and began to pull them off. “To try. Of course.”
Kiran bared their teeth at Fáfnir as he pulled its pants off them. They kept their knees closed to hide away the embarrassment between their legs, but Fáfnir pushed apart their knees and stared down at Kiran’s sex with satisfaction. His eyes traced over how the lips between their legs were swollen and how the wetness seemed to dripped over them.
It must have been coming soon. The penetration.
Kiran steeled themselves to it.
But it did not come. Not yet.
He lowered himself to between Kiran’s legs.
That was unexpected. But his earlier ‘indulgence’ was not lost on them.
“If you bite me there, I’ll kill you.” Kiran propped their arms up to stare down at Fáfnir between their legs.
Fáfnir gave a bemused chuckle as he looked up to meet Kiran’s eyes. He leaned his cheek against Kiran’s leg as he stared up at the God. “Do you think I will?” A finger went to trace circles around Kiran’s thigh, teasing near its upper inner thigh.
It raised themselves up and stared down at Fáfnir. But the King drew himself up to be even higher than Kiran. He looked down at them almost challengingly.
“You’re not otherwise convincing.”
“Should I be?”
Anger that had already been forming at the pit of Kiran’s stomach was beginning to become unignorable.
“I’ll kill you.” Kiran seethed.
Fáfnir could only laugh. “I would like to see you try.”
He pushed Kiran back down on the bed and, as though he had predicted the outcome, kept his sickening smile upon Kiran as it sighed into the mattress accepting their inevitable fate. Kiran could try. It might have been easier than to accept what fate had in store. Unfortunately, like with Askr’s religion intertwined with it, it was easier to just go along with whatever was to be done. Even if this was not easy.
It steeled themselves for what was to come next. Eyes fell shut as it felt Fáfnir’s tongue against their inner thigh. How his teeth nibbled and grazed the soft sensitive flesh on their legs. He kept tracing the markings, the Divinity, over with his tongue. Lapping at it as if it were water.
Then there was that pain.
Kiran winced.
The bite was hard. If he had bitten any harder than a piece of Kiran would have been torn off. Perhaps that was what his intention was and he only thought not to do it at the last moment. Not that it would have killed his spouse. He found another marking that wrapped its thigh and began to suck and bite there as if to draw the Divine out from the flesh. Slowly, he continued up Kiran’s body, stopping short of the place between their legs.
It was difficult to trust someone who was insane. And Kiran truly did think that he was going to, literally, tear into their body.
He pushed Kiran’s legs further apart and moved both hands to spread Kiran’s folds completely. The sudden exposure to the air made it shiver, and they weren’t sure what he was intending on doing as it seemed to sit there staring down at their fully revealed insides. It tried not to shake, but even he could feel it quiver of fear below his touch.
Kiran opened their eyes and tipped their head slightly forward to stare at Fáfnir. His eyes met their own, and he smiled down at the God. Then, whilst maintaining eye contact, he lowered himself down to it.
He indulged.
Slowly, his tongue touched Kiran’s erect clit. He pressed it to the clit’s underside, working around it in circular motions as he began to suck it. They felt one of his hands move towards their wet entrance, his knuckles brushing up and down the length of them as he teased. Then, a single finger traced the length of their cunt as he continued to suck. His tongue dutifully lapped over their erection as he slowly pressed a single finger into their body.
“Ah….” Kiran groaned. By reflex, their hand went to Fáfnir’s head as it ran its fingers through his hair. Tussling it and trying hard not to push him deeper down onto their body.
He inserted another finger into them. Then, another. And slowly he began to move them inside of it as he drew his tongue up and over their clit, circling it with his tongue.
The pleasure was amazing, and it was difficult for Kiran to not buck their hips at how wonderful the feeling was. Moans that they had attempted to keep silent now resounded from their mouth as Fáfnir continued his duty. Although it made them sound pathetic and small, they could not help but allow themselves the pleasure and for this feeling to consume them.
Fáfnir slid his fingers back and lifted his mouth up. With both hands he spread Kiran apart and inserted his tongue into their entrance. It felt how he lapped up every drop within Kiran. Felt as he consumed the Divinity within them. Felt as he took in every single gasp and ache that Kiran allowed to show. He was so hungry to have the Divine inside himself. A beast that wanted to drink in the Godly essence of what Kiran was. Whether it be blood or something else.
His tongue worked so well into Kiran. His hands pushed Kiran’s legs further apart as he continued his feast.
“I…” Kiran gasped. “I’m…”
He continued. He shifted his body to bring Kiran’s hips upward to him as he held its thighs up to him as though he needed more of this bountiful feast. He maneuvered its legs over his shoulders as he feasted down onto the flesh. So great was his need to taste in everything that Kiran was. Both the Divine and the Mortal.
And he did do his duty to the Divine Summoner well as he licked up every last drop of their wetness.
He continued for a time as Kiran laid heavily against the bed, quivering at the pleasure that rolled over their body. Even feasts had to end as he eventually pulled himself back from the Divine and stared down at Kiran who laid upon the bed a complete mess. He held up Kiran's waist, breathing heavily in his own throes of pleasure, his face red and filled with lust seeing his new God laid so openly to him.
How it ached to have something inside itself.
For his penetration.
His mouth and chin were covered in Kiran’s wetness as he lowered their hips down onto the mattress and removed their legs from his shoulders. A hand sneaking down to his trousers as he began to pull off his pants freeing his erection that he had kept so dutifully hidden.
And the duty was remembered.
“Ugh…” Kiran closed their eyes as the pleasure continued over themselves.
“We are not done.” Fáfnir began as he slipped his pants off.
Silence was met with the comment. They laid there on the bed and allowed themselves to breath quietly as the pleasure subsided.
“I know…” Kiran sighed.
Kiran peered down to stare at the erection that Fáfnir finally freed. It was surprisingly average if only a little bit on the girthy side. He was uncut, but the foreskin had been pulled back to reveal the head in its entirety. Even if Fáfnir did not make any indication that he desperately wanted to plunge into his God's body, Kiran could see the ache in him as it seemed to twitch just slightly as he stared down at Kiran’s swollen breasts and pussy.
Kiran moved to sit upright, but Fáfnir pushed it back down onto the bed. Then, he straddled their chest, his cock pressed against them.
It came as a surprise to the God, and before they were able to say anything, he pushed the fingers he had inserted into them earlier deep into Kiran’s mouth.
“Mh?” Kiran’s eyes were wide as they tasted themselves on his fingers.
“Go on…” Fáfnir spoke with a smile. With his other hand he slowly stroked his erection. “Suck it.”
There was no opportunity for them say no as his fingers continued to push into Kiran’s mouth. It was easier to comply, especially given that they were at a disadvantage.
“That’s it…” Fáfnir smiled as Kiran sucked on his fingers. As their tongue worked on his fingers, he continued to stroke himself. Carefully, Kiran raised up their hands up to grip Fáfnir’s wrist to allow themselves more control over how deep he pushed his fingers down their throat. Though, it only barely controlled the situation as it was. He fingered its mouth, drawing them over its tongue and teeth. Feeling their fangs and enjoying watching Kiran's duty to his fingers.
Eventually, he pulled his hand away from Kiran, slowly edging his dick closer to Kiran’s mouth.
“What are you…?” Kiran stared up at Fáfnir as he moved his legs to situate beneath Kiran’s arms, pinning their face. The head of his cock now pushed against their cheek as he gently rubbed the tip against their face with his hand.
“Do you not want to partake in the Mortal flesh?” Fáfnir smiled down at Kiran. “I can assure you… my flesh can be just as appetizing as your beloved prince’s.”
Kiran frowned as it tried to ignore his dick pressed up against their face. “I never had sex with him.”
Fáfnir gave a chuckle. “Then I hope you describe to him all of which I am doing to you.” He moved his cock and pressed it against Kiran’s lips. “Now, then. Open up. Or shall I rip open your ribcage and use your heart instead?”
The threat was enough for Kiran to open their mouth and take the head of his cock in. His precum that had begun to drip down the length of him tasted a little sour, but not terrible. They shifted their hand to grasp the base of the shaft and he removed his hand to allow Kiran to indulge in him. Awkwardly, they dipped their mouth over their head and slowly circled their tongue over his sensitive nerve endings and teased the places that Kiran was familiar would give pleasure.
It hated knowing that Fáfnir was enjoying this, but it was much easier to go along with his desires and whims than to test the boundaries of his patience or threats. And given what Kiran knew about him, it was safer this way.
Kiran soon felt both of his hands take either side of their face and ,without warning, he pulled Kiran’s head upward and rolled his hips forward. It forced his cock deeper into their mouth. They tried not to gag and, thankfully, did not bite down on the soft flesh.
“Mhh…” he hummed. “Your mouth has such a better use like this.”
Anger flashed over Kiran’s eyes. It was really difficult not to rip his dick off with either its teeth or hand. They had half the mind for it. But, perhaps against their better judgement, they allowed Fáfnir to continue to use its face for such base desires. His eyes stared at Kiran as the God continued its duty to his Mortal flesh. It felt the throbbing within their mouth as it continued to suck and feel his hips roll against their lips and tongue. How he furled his fingers into their hair and gripped its face tightly as his own pleasure rolled over his body.
Perhaps it was the pleasure of seeing God below him, being used in such a way. Using it as an object of desire. Talking down to it. Making it feel so powerless in this self-made situation.
Maybe if it was lucky, he’d lose himself in his pleasure and cum in their mouth. Then the rest of this visit would be for naught. Or, so Kiran hoped.
But that would be too easy.
He removed the length of his dick from Kiran’s mouth, stroking himself as he pressed it against its face.
“Ah…” Fáfnir huffed. It was obvious his own mind was buzzing with pleasure. “You would look beautiful covered in my seed.” It felt the precum against their lips. Felt as he rubbed it against them. He pushed the head against Kiran's lips, smearing the precum over their mouth. And Kiran opened its mouth to lick his neediness and taste. “Perhaps another time.” He chuckled as he slowly lifted himself off Kiran’s chest.
Kiran wiped their mouth with the back of their hand as he removed himself from them. They straightened themselves up, but before Kiran could make any further comment, it felt a hand grasp the back of their neck and found their lips pushed against Fáfnir’s.
The Divine could taste the holiness on his tongue. Could taste the mixture of the blood and wetness in his mouth as he forced his tongue back into Kiran’s. He could probably taste himself on Kiran’s as he forced himself deeper into their mouth. He sucked down on their bottom lip, biting the wound and lapped at the blood. He hungered. And his throes of pleasure were only becoming more needy and erratic as the kiss went on as he pulled Kiran’s body to his as though attempting to consume it. As though he was driven insane by its mortal body.
He moved his hands down Kiran’s waist and grasped them roughly in his hand. Tugging. Pulling. Feeling. He pulled its body closer to him as he knelt. Pulled its waist closer to his. And Kiran only went along with it as it moved their body to wrap their legs around Fáfnir’s and felt his erection press against the wetness between Kiran. It still did not penetrate, but it was so close.
Kiran attempted to pull back, but Fáfnir’s hand went to the back of their head and pulled them harder into the kiss. They felt as his fingers roughly grip their hair and pushed them so hard against his mouth that their teeth clattered against each other. It was unpleasant, but somehow exactly what Kiran expected. His need was endless as he continued to force the kiss onto Kiran. And Kiran could only attempt to match the insanity that was beginning to bubble on the surface of the King. He rocked his hips forward, feeling the wetness against him, but never penetrating the God.
It was when he was satisfied that he let Kiran go.
Kiran touched their teeth in pain.
They glared at Fáfnir who only stared at the God in what could only be described as infatuation.
“I want to see you beg.” Fáfnir whispered.
His hands moved to Kiran’s thighs as he pushed it down onto the bed.
“I’ll never beg for someone like you.”
“We will see.”
He stroked himself several more times before positioning himself between Kiran’s legs. He pressed the head of his cock against Kiran’s clit. Slowly rolling his hips up and over the length of Kiran’s entrance, but not yet penetrating. Kiran tried not to shudder at the pleasure as the head of his cock slowly rolled over its clit. How he used his dick to slowly and agonizingly circle its entrance but not yet penetrate. Even if they did not want to bear his child, the pleasure, and denial of it, was driving them to their own version of insanity.
He continued. Smiling down at Kiran as he continued to tease. Watching as it arched its back and shivered beneath his touch. How delightful it all was to see how his own torture was being inflicted.
“Y-You…” Kiran grit their teeth as it pulled on the sheets.
“Beg.” Fáfnir demanded. It continued to tease its entrance. “You only have yourself to blame for drawing this out further than needed to be.”
“Speak for yourself…” Kiran groaned.
“My patience is not everlasting.” Fáfnir spoke slowly as he continued to tease them. “Most would consider you lucky that I am even entertaining the thought of allowing you a second chance to be able to do what you are told.” He slowly leaned over Kiran’s body as he perched his hands on either side of the God. His face was close to theirs as his stare was intense upon it. The smile was anything but one of joy, but one of pure insanity. “I will not ask again.”
Fear returned as it stared at him.
“Beg for it.”
It only gave a second pause to consider his words.
Hating themselves for the words it was thinking of saying, it closed its eyes to formulate a proper response. Then finally, it sighed as it reopened their eyes to stare at Fáfnir. Every restraint now lost upon it.
“I want you.” It lifted its hips upward. “I—I need you.” It hated every word. Slowly, they lifted their hands up and curled it around Fáfnir’s shoulders, as though to bring him closer to them in need. “Please.” Kiran groaned he felt his cock rub up against them. “Please….”
Fáfnir stared, unaffected by Kiran’s pleads. “You are bad at it,” he chortled.
He really had a knack for pissing Kiran off.
“Just put it in!” Kiran finally snapped. “Just…” it pulled him in closer as it arched its hips up more. “Just fuck me already.” Fingers dug into his shoulders, drawing over his skin and deep into his flesh. “I can’t deal with you anymore.” It hoped that its nails that were digging into him hurt.
“Hah…” Fáfnir pulled back from Kiran. A bit more satisfied with the response. “Is that so?” He shifted his hand down to his cock to help position it against their entrance. “Then, perhaps I should leave. Hm?”
“N-No…” Kiran rolled their hips upward. Desperate. “Don’t leave. Please… I need you.”
It hated having to play this game for something so simple as providing a child.
Sick freak.
He pushed himself into Kiran. A breathy moan escaped Kiran as his girth filled them and finally gave what its body was so needy for. The Humanity mixed with its own Godly body. It felt his need as he pressed himself deep inside its body. Even he could not help but pause as he allowed himself the moment of being completely inside the God. Reveling in what no other Mortal has taken from Kiran. Reveling in being deep inside his God. Reveling in knowing that he made a God beg for him. Reveling it all in. Taking in every drop of this.
“Ah…” Fáfnir let out his own groan as he relished in how the Divine wrapped around his cock. “So, this is it feels to claim a ‘God’.”
His hips began to buck into Kiran’s. Grunts and moans filled the air as the two of their bodies merged into one. Their arms intertwining in one another as pleasure rolled over each their bodies.
Kiran gasped between the thrusts and held onto Fáfnir tight as he gripped Kiran’s sides to allow better control. It was difficult not to moan when his cock felt so good inside them, and it was even more difficult to not admit to themselves how good Fáfnir was giving it to them.
It was probably the best they’ve ever had.
Slowly, he came to a stop. He moved and shifted. His cock slipped from Kiran, and the absence of it felt strange. Kiran wanted to continue and shook as the pleasure was making them feel dizzy. Fáfnir’s hair draped over his face as he leaned in and pressed his mouth into Kiran’s, surprisingly chaste.
“I made sure to save myself since our union for you.” His breath was hot against Kiran’s face. The God’s body was beginning to burn from his words. “How I have needed to touch myself to you when I chanced upon you in the castle. To have you upon my lap as I sat upon my throne.” His hands groped over Kiran’s body. The words were spoken with fervor as if he was becoming drunk. “The nights I laid awake as I thought of taking you.” A tongue drew over Kiran’s cheek. The intensity of his words made their body tremble in a mixture of fear and pleasure.
He withdrew to reposition Kiran’s body. He moved his hands down and pushed Kiran’s legs upward so they came over his shoulders. It could feel their body so revealed to Fáfnir as he positioned himself over their hips and as it looked down saw how wet his cock was from Kiran’s body. They watched as he pushed into the God and went so deep and easily inside of them.
He did not start slow, and began to refill the emptiness. He was good. Practiced. His cock slid in and out of Kiran with hardly any resistance. The Divine could feel his muscles flex with every thrust as he quickened his pace against its hips.
Even if he was not a worshiper, he did a good job to provide to his new Lord.
Kiran let out a moan as they dug their fingers into the bed. The pleasure was building in their body, and every thrust was pushing them over the edge.
“Ah…” A loud moan escaped Fáfnir. He bit his own lip as he reveled in this pleasure. His breaths heavy between thrusts as he delivered into his God. “Kiran…” even he could not help but utter the name as a prayer. But not one of a worshipped God, but as his new obsession. His new conquest.
It was quick. Eager. Needy. Kiran gasped in pleasure as he dutifully continued to thrust deeper and deeper into the God. Allowing his cock to taint the holiness and soak in the Divine. Kiran could feel the heaviness of his balls press against them with every thrust as he pushed his hips in as far as they could against each other. Pulling it away and thrusting again as if to push deeper inside.
For someone who had been saving himself since the marriage for this moment, he was doing well to last so long. But even Kiran could feel between his bucking hips that he was getting close based on how erratic his thrusts were getting. How his body would seem to involuntarily buck against Kiran’s pussy when he would push entirety into the Divine. How his breaths would hitch and soft gasps of moans would come from his mouth. The shivers of his flesh. The pace of his body.
He let Kiran’s legs fall against his knees as he pushed deeper into the God. His face found a place against Kiran’s neck as he thrusted into it like a maddened beast. It felt so good to the God, that they draped their arms over his body and held him tight as he continued.
They could feel his cock against their cervix. How he would push against it desperately wanting to cum. How he would seem to put the weight of his entire body against Kiran’s hips and so he could feel the holiness as deep as he could. He was becoming desperate.
Kiran let out a moan as Fáfnir bucked against their cervix again. The feeling was strange, but pleasurable. And they gasped as he did it again. “Fáfnir…” the words left their mouth without thinking. Every thought melted away in the buzz of pleasure that wrapped around both their bodies.
He thrust again. Again. Desperation filled each thrust as he clung onto the God below as his coveted new item.
A moan escaped his lips as he pushed his hips further against Kiran, as deep as he could possibly manage as pleasure rolled over his body. The Divine felt it. Felt the soft throbbing inside them. Felt the fire from his skin. Felt the cum from his cock inside them now. Perfectly placed against their cervix.
He stayed like this for a time, albeit slightly relaxed as his body draped over Kiran’s. Allowing his pleasure to roll over his body. His breaths were heavy as he clung tightly to the body below. Sweat rolled over his muscles as he slowly thrusted into Kiran as though to ensure all of his seed was placed inside it.
Kiran still felt his throbbing as he lazily thrusted into it. Its own pleasure was left wanting.
“F-Fáfnir…” Kiran moaned their name. It clawed into his skin, needy.
He angled himself slightly for it to be more pleasurable for the Divine. And even Kiran was beginning to tense at the delight.
“That’s right…” Fáfnir said between breaths. “Do it on me…” He rubbed his face against Kiran’s. Taking in their moans and sighs. “Take me.”
Kiran gasped. “Ngh…” A pathetic moan came from their lips as they grasped Fáfnir’s shoulders.
The feeling bubbled between their legs, and then it released. They felt their body constricting around Fáfnir’s dick that now laid deep against Kiran’s body as if it were trying to pull every last drop of semen from his body. It shivered as it felt the pleasure roll over their flesh. It gripped down onto Fáfnir and clawed into his flesh as the pleasure released over them and bloomed into each other.
Everything was throbbing.
“Ah…” Kiran gasped.
The sensations were incredible. The pleasure. The electricity.
It was a shame it was from Fáfnir, of all people.
Both of them stayed like this for a time as each of their stamina was spent. Then, without any fanfare, the King pulled himself away from Kiran. The sudden absence of his body felt strange as it laid on the bed with their legs spread out, feeling the pleasure continue to roll over themselves. Shakily, Kiran touched their forehead and sighed as they closed their eyes. It could feel the wetness drip from between their legs and it hated to think how it looked. Though, when it opened its eyes to glance at Fáfnir, he seemed to find himself satisfied staring down at the wetness spread over both himself and his spouse.
With the pleasure still swimming in their mind, Kiran was unable to think clearly for what it did next. As if to go with the motions that was typical of it before when it would have sex, it turned towards Fáfnir and reached for him. A hand pressed against his arm as though to bring him in to bathe in the delight of sex but he roughly shrugged off the touch and stared at his spouse with a strange stare. A different one. As though he was uncomfortable for what had been done.
He stood and walked to the wash basin in the room to clean himself off.
Kiran laid on their side and watched him draw the towel over his naked and sweating body. He did not care to offer one to the Divine as he tossed it on the floor as his eyes chanced the mirror of the vanity. Broken from Kiran’s own tantrum.
He scowled at the broken reflection. As if something perturbed him in that reflection. As if someone else was staring at himself.
Kiran only knew the exact expression, for it was a similar expression it held for itself when glancing at a mirror. But it was strange to see Fáfnir have the same one.
He quickly turned from his reflection and drew his attention at his spouse on the bed.
“I will come tomorrow.” He stepped around the bed to find his clothes.
The delight of sex was beginning to taper, and Kiran’s thoughts were becoming unfortunately sobered now.
“O-Oh.” It was difficult to hide the disappointment. Even if it was expected, something about the empty spot beside them felt sorrowing. Not surprisingly anti-climactic, given the participating people, but, with emotions at a pitch, it was difficult to temper the feeling.
“You sound disappointed.” Fáfnir leaned down to pick up his shirt stared at Kiran who laid openly to him.
“I…” Kiran began. Their gaze shifted away. “I was hoping you’d stay…”
He laughed at it.
It howled through the night. Echoed through the empty room. Echoed through the castle.
Kiran felt so small as he approached the foot of the bed and stared down at his beautiful God draped in his seed.
“Learn this, my little God.” The stare was maddening. Fear gripped Kiran as he stared down at it not with lust, not with beauty, but as some conquest to tear apart violently in rage. The insane stare was enough for Kiran to realize for what reason he could not tempt himself such idea. But he was sure to speak it: “It is a good thing that I do not stay.”
And even beneath the madness, there was a certain look in his eyes that seemed tempted on the offer. That this was not meant as a threat, but as a warning. As if he actually cared.
Or maybe Kiran was deluding themselves by thinking that.
“You are fulfilling a duty.” Fáfnir reminded Kiran of the words that it spoke to him earlier. He leaned down and pulled on his pants and gave Kiran a final stare. “That is all.”
He turned to leave.
That was the truth of it.
It felt strange when the afterglow of sex was buzzing in Kiran’s mind and he had a certain fleeting look in his eyes as he turned. As if he was seeing someone else on the bed. Regardless of what either of them wanted, tonight’s duty had been fulfilled. But what of tomorrow? Would it be the same dance he offered to it today? Would it be quicker? Slower? Harder? Softer? ? Tortured?
The unknown of it all terrified them.
The God could only lay in bed and try not to let the thoughts consume them. The emptiness of this room was slowly poisoning their mind. It heard the door open. But it did not hear it close.
They didn’t dare look over at him standing at the door.
Was he reconsidering staying?
Doubtful.
It would have been nice.
“I hope it will be a girl.”
Then the door shut closed.
Kiran grimaced at that.
Weird.
They lifted their body up and stared at the empty spot in their room.
“A… Girl…?”
It looked down to their stomach. A hand cradled where their uterus laid.
“I thought you wanted an heir?”
They spoke to no one but themselves when they said that.
Slowly it reclined back down into the bed.
The thoughts did not recede. Fear held its fiery grip. Regrets swam deep into their mind as the loneliness wracked its body.
Pleasure faded away and led them to a shadowy part of their mind.
They felt alone.
It cried the rest of the night into sleep.