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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 12: Desire’s Dawn

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“So,” the sexy daddy tiger god walked forward, his large feet slapping against an invisible floor just above the fresh puddle of cum. “Looks like you’ve figured out how to properly use your power. I think it’s time you made a decision on how you want to proceed with your godhood.”

“I thought you were giving me until the end of the month,” Donner said, standing up, Ceil’s cock flopping out of the coyote god’s ass as his feet were submerged in the pool of his musky essence.

“That was before you and your prophet decided to consume half the existing pantheons,” Rapture smirked. Despite being a full head and shoulders shorter than Donner, the coyote felt like his professor was looking down at him as he chided his behavior. “But I think you know why I’m here.”

“I…um…” Donner pushed his multiple forefingers together as he tried to avoid eye contact with the god before him. “Is it because I consumed the identities of all those gods and now it’s impossible to hide myself from the rest that might be out there?”

“Well, that’s one reason,” Rapture smirked.

“He’s here because you’ve made a decision,” Ceil sat up, his body dripping in Donner’s spunk, the swimmers glinting like silver over his golden locks. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Rapture smirked. “In your heart of hearts, you know what you want most, and I’m here to fulfil your desire.”

“You mean, I’m ready to become the god of this world and bring on the dawn of desire?” Donner asked, but even he felt that was wrong. Something about being an all-powerful deity did hit funny in the core of his being.

“No,” Rapture smiled and gently shook his head.

“No,” Ceil stood up, his feet sloshing in the spunk pool. “No, I don’t accept. It’s not my place?”

“What am I missing?” Donner looked over at Ceil, the coyote’s desire for answers instantly blooming across the folds of his mind. “Oh…that does sound better than being a god.”

“No, it’s not my place,” Ceil shook his head. “I’m your prophet. I’m not meant to be the god of this world—”

Ceil was silenced as Donner pressed his lips against his. The lips of the divine were soft yet firm, tender and sweet, and irresistible. Ceil opened his muzzle to accept his god’s favor, only to find that Donner’s lips were parted. A gentle flick of Donner’s tongue told Ceil everything he needed to know. The lion slipped his tongue past Donner’s lips and the storm coyote god tenderly accepted. The gentle nursing of Ceil’s tongue and the dance that ensued was like they were snowballing an entire galaxy between them. The flavor of stardust and existence like every decadent flavor the lion ever knew coupled with the warmth of Donner’s embrace.

“I think you know what I really want,” Donner murred, breaking the kiss, his breath like sunshine and a summer breeze carrying the pollen of honeysuckle and clover. “And I think you know it would be better for the world that you be the one to hold all this power.”

“Please, Donner, I’m you’re faithful servant, the loyal shepherd of your flock,” Ceil was gently shaking his head, his emerald eyes wide. “I’m just here to serve. I was made to be one of god’s soldiers, to bear his burdens and grand designs, I was never meant to be the one to make them.”

“Are you kidding?” Donner smirked, light glowing between his teeth, the electric blue shine like a lightning bolt held in Donner’s throat. “I saw the prison you created and the world you have envisioned for me to make. Wouldn’t it be easier to simply be the one who makes that world?”

“I’ll make whatever world my god see’s fit,” Ceil shook his head. “I’m not here to control you. I was merely guiding you to what you wanted in your heart of hearts. You want the world to be free of false gods and to be made anew. Everything I did was to execute your designs, even if you didn’t know what they were.”

“And now I want you to execute them further,” Donner cupped Ceil’s muzzle, the cum on his body peeling away, his hair flowing into a beautiful thick mane, the lion’s fur shimmering with Donner’s blessing, making his body flawless in the coyote’s eyes. “Just look at what you did with only a fraction of my power. Imagine you had it all?”

“No,” Ceil’s voice was breaking, his eyes glittering with tears. “Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I can’t, I’m not strong enough.”

“Who said absolute power?” Donner smirked, standing up to his full height. “I’ll bind myself to you and be your conscience. The one being in all the universe you can’t get rid of and with the power to stop you if necessary.”

“Is…is that possible?” Ceil looked over at Rapture.

“It is,” the tiger crossed his arms and nodded. “The power will reside within Donner as it’s vessel, but you’ll be a prophet made god by having all your patron’s power. It’s not conventional, but I’ve come to realize Donner is far from conventional.”

“Still, it’s not my place,” Ceil shook his head. “I can’t accept.”

“Well that puts us in a bit of a bind, now doesn’t it,” Rapture pursed his lips.

“What? Why?” Donner looked over at Rapture. “Can’t I just give him my powers and be done with it?”

“Well, then Ceil could just give them back,” Rapture scratched his chin. “Ceil is a zealot who was willing to kill for you Donner, but he did it for you, not to get anything from you. Serving his god is what gives him the most pleasure, and he’s not one to back down from his beliefs lightly. If you tried to give him your power, and he didn’t truly want it, the power itself would be rejected and go someplace else. Even if neither of you want it, it has to go somewhere.”

“Wait, you’re saying if neither of us wants it, then neither of us will get it?” Donner cocked his head. “Then…where would it go?”

“I’m sure I can figure something out,” Rapture shrugged. “I’ll make sure you’re both safe from any divine retribution. You’ve made quite a few enemies just now, the two of you.”

“So, then how do we decide?” Donner crossed his various arms.

“Well, the ritual for surrendering your power is shaped by your desires,” Rapture nodded. “And I think you’ll enjoy it.”

With that, Rapture snapped his fingers. The walls of the prison fell back like a box opening up to reveal the cosmos. The grand hall of a crumbling cathedral overlooking the great blue marble.

“Where are we,” Donner looked at the pillars in their decapitated state before turning around and seeing that they weren’t in some church in space, but a throne room. The throne was massive, fit for a giant of Donner’ s size. The back of it haloed the sun as it looked over the planet.

“My old throne room,” Rapture brushed his hand against a crumbling pillar, stardust clouding around his fingers. “I didn’t realize Cronos was such a sore loser. He really did a number on this place.”

“Wait, this is where it’ll happen?” Ceil asked. “Why here?”

“Well, it’s the throne of the previous god of rapture,” Rapture shrugged. “I’m handing over my crown and Donner is handing over my power. How else do you think we name a new king of creation?”

With that rapture snapped his fingers, golden threads twisting out from the sun like solar flares.

“What the fuuuuUUUUCK!” Ceil screamed before being lashing on his wrists and ankles and pulled away. He was thrown up against the throne. His legs spread wide into the air exposing his thick ass, his head pinned to the seat as his thighs struggled, his toes flexed and fanned to try and break free from what lashed him.

“I think you know what to do Donner,” Rapture smiled.

“Yeah,” Donner nodded, the small hiccup of fear from Ceil being taken and bound to the throne lost as he looked at that tight pucker. “I mean, don’t you think it’s kind of crude though?”

“Kissing your dom’s ass?” Rapture smirked. “You’re the kinky fuck who wants to do it so bad. How many daddy’s have you heard shout ‘kiss my ass’ and your pucker clenched wishing you could respond with a good ‘Yes Sir!’ For you, there is no greater form of submission, no greater way of surrendering your power, than making out with the ass of the man you want to treat you like his good little fuck boy.”

Donner’s eyes were wide, his face burning with a blush so deep it nearly turned his cobalt coat into a lavender. What Rapture said was so dirty and yet it struck Donner to his core. He could see a powerful deity Ceil just lifting his leg on his throne and snarling through a smirk at him to “get down there and kiss my ass boy.” It sent shivers down the coyote’s spine. He had to gulp back drool just thinking about it.

Donner stepped forward, the crumbling stone of the hall kicking up dust around his foot paws as he went up to Ceil. The lion was struggling, trying to fight against the celestial chains that kept him bound to the throne.

“Donner! Don’t you do it! This throne was meant for you,” Ceil huffed.

Donner knew he should come up with something clever to say, something to calm Ceil down, but the throbbing cock between Donner’s legs told him to do something else. He wanted to indulge in this, to show exactly what kind of relationship Donner wanted with his big daddy god. A sly smirk spread across Donner’s muzzle as he knelt down before the throne, that large, thick ass spread out before him.

“Make me,” Donner murred, his voice lighter as his eyes glowed with his power. The crumbling stone shuddered, the glowing breath on Donner’s lips filing the room.

“Are you seriously playing the brat right now?” Ceil tried to look up, but he couldn’t move his head, he was bound to the throne. “Be serious!”

The way Ceil spoke, he was like a father chiding the coyote and it only thrilled him further.

“I’m very serious,” Donner murred, his nose coming to kiss one of Ceil’s feet, the thick square toes fanning as his divine lips pressed against his musky pads. Ceil smelled perfect, his musk designed by the lion himself to be irresistible to the coyote. “Make me, if you can.”

Ceil’s eyes went wide as he realized what would need to happen to have him stop Donner. He would have to become divine to free himself form this situation. It was a trap with only one answer.

“Donner, please,” Ceil pleaded. “I-I don’t think I can hold onto the power. I can’t just change the way I feel about you. I’m your prophet, and I’m good at it. No one else on this planet could have made you realize your power so well. I’m your perfect soldier.”

“I think you’re more than that,” Donner murred as he left a trail of kisses down Ceil’s powerful calf, having kissed the heel and then worked his way down that diamond of powerful muscle, making sure to kiss and lick between the tendons behind the knee before moving onto those glorious hamstrings. “I think you were forged by your faith to be able to wield this power perfectly.”

“But my religion was a lie,” Donner continued to struggle. “You are the only one god.”

“Yes, and I work in mysterious ways,” Donner smiled, gripping Ceil’s cheeks and spreading them. That unused pucker bright and pink, those cheeks muscled and thick.

Donner had an almost religious experience as he looked at that pucker. He had imagined doing this for such a long time, even before he met Ceil even. He always fantasized about having his “marriage kiss” be some perverse twisted thing like this. It sent a rush through his loins, Donner’s divine cock throbbing and spilling his pre upon the steps. He leaned in, his lips gracing that pucker. The smell was musky and sweaty, a washed ass that had been working out in the sun all day. It was the perfect crevice to lose himself in.

“Rapture!” Ceil pleaded. “You’ve got to stop him.”

Ceil watched as Rapture materialized on the head of that throne, sitting atop it like some sexy Cheshire tiger as he lazily kicked his feet back and forth, a crown of sunlight held between his toes.

“Sorry, but it’s not up to me. I gave that power to Donner, and he says it’s up to you.” Rapture had a big shit eating grin. He was enjoying this!

Just then, Donner pressed his lips against Ceil’s pucker. It was like some seal was broken as Donner gave away his marriage kiss to Ceil. The coyote thought the transfer would be a withering and debilitating experience, but this wasn’t what he expected at all. It was more like he was lifting Ceil up, the gentle cyclone of divine energy tingling up Donner’s spine and spiraling through his lips was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was like his vertebra were tingling, his spine filled with excitement and pleasure.

“Fuuuuck,” Donner breathed, his cock rock hard. He opened his maw, his tongue lulling forward and lapping up that musky crack before flicking over that pucker.

“Oh GOD!” Ceil arched his back, the spiraling tingle of divinity curled up his spine like a vine of euphoria. “No, Donner, I…I…”

Donner swirled his tongue over that pucker, flicking it, then leaning in to make out with it. His lips dragged across those ass cheeks as his blunt teeth framed that hole. His tongue lulled forward, his hot breath mixed with the cooling spit as Donner’s power continued to flow into Ceil.

“It’s…so much,” Ceil’s eyes glowed, his emerald eyes like viridian leaves in the sun. The power crept over his bones, his veins pulsing green as Donner made out with his ass. “I…I can’t possibly. I’m…”

A sudden shudder in the flow of the power sparked between them. The stream from Donner and the intake from Ceil pushed against each other.

“Ceil,” Donner spoke in the lion’s mind. “This is what I want. You know what I like, what I most desire.”

“I-I understand but…” Ceil could feel the power crashing together, like their cocks were grinding against one another slightly too hard. It was a pleasureable experience despite knowing it was going wrong.

“Do it Ceil,” Donner murred into the lion’s mind. “Take it, take all of my power and use it to rule the world how you see fit. I wouldn’t trust anyone else other than you.”

Ceil felt a pang of pain in his chest, the power welling up with nowhere to go. It was now or never.

“Fine!” Ceil snarled. “You want to be a god’s immortal slut so bad, then make me a god!”

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