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"I think that's quite enough for today, Lord Champa. Until you can work some of that weight off you shouldn't overdo it."

"Oh, shut the hell up, Vados! I don't recall asking you about my weight!" yelled Champa, panting heavily.

"It's not my fault your stamina is suffering," replied the angel, her expression never changing. "I had hoped bring him here would have given you some motivation."

As she spoke, she gestured with her staff at the other man who had just flown over to join them, hovering in the air above Champa's world. The hyena had proven himself a powerful warrior; powerful enough to be acknowledged as a candidate to become a God of Destruction. He'd been working with Champa and Vados to further refine his powers and increase his strength, which had grown exponentially since his arrival. There was also the added benefit of their daily sparring matches to push Champa to get in better shape; something Vados had been on his case about for a while.

That the two warriors found each other so attractive was just a happy accident. And though Champa suspected Vados off doing that intentionally, the angel refused to admit to anything of the sort, no matter how much Champa threatened and raged at her to admit it.

Not that he minded the attention. It was just the principle of the thing. A powerful God of Destruction shouldn't be so desperate for a companion that his angel has to play wingman - er, wingwoman - for him like this.

"Why don't I go make dinner while the two of you get cleaned up?" said Vados. "Maybe by then your mood will have improved."

Before either of the men had a chance to reply, there was a flash of light from Vados' staff, and they found themselves standing inside the baths. Waterfalls all around the room fell into the large pool that made up the main bath. A row of shower heads stood along a wall near the entrance; a large supply of warm, fluffy towels sat waiting nearby.

"Damn it, Vados! You're supposed to listen to me!" shouted Champa. His words turned to a growl when he felt the arm resting on his head as the hyena leaned against him.

"Hey, don't be made at her, shorty," said Azrael, playfully poking the feline in his large belly. "You're the one that always likes to overindulge with the sweets."

Champa took a swing at him, but the hyena leapt out of the way. "Are you trying to make me hurt you?"

"We both know you won't kill me," said the hyena playfully. "We have too much fun together. How will you keep yourself entertained if I'm not around to make your life easier?"

"First of all, I'm not short, I'm just the right size! You're just too damn tall! And second, don't you get lippy with me! You're lucky I agreed to let you live here and help train you. Just because you offered to help with my duties, that doesn't make you a Destroyer." He pointed an accusing finger at the hyena and his stupid sexy grin. "You should be honored we even let you dress like that!"

Azrael was dressed in boots and flowing pants nearly identical to Champa's though the hyena hadn't been allowed the collar of jewelry that designated a Destroyer. He had been wearing a shirt when their sparring match had started, but it hadn't stood up very long; the pants only lasted as long as they had because they'd been made by Vados.

"Well," said Azrael, "if you've got such a problem with how I'm dressed, I'll just have to do something about that."

Kicking off his shoes, Azrael was quick to shuck off his pants, leaving him standing fully naked before Champa, whose jaw was hanging open at the hyena brazenness. And also, quite frankly, at the tempting display Azrael was putting on. The black-furred mane that ran between his ears and down his back was streaked with red, an attractive point that stood out from his brown spotted fur. He was powerfully built without being bulky; a trait that lent itself to the agility that had given the feline Destroyer so much trouble during their sparring sessions. But what really had Champa's attention was the sight of the hyena's penis, watching it bounce as Azrael walked right up to him and grabbed Champa's head, pulling him into a kiss.

Despite himself, Champa couldn't help but silently admit that Vados had done a good thing in bringing Azrael here. It had been a very long time since Champa had gotten to enjoy himself in the ways he had with the hyena, and it was a welcome relief to finally have an outlet for his desires besides his own hands. Hands that were quick to reach out and grab the hyena; one of them pulling him deeper into the kiss while the other grabbed Azrael's penis and quickly worked him up to full erection until he was leaking against Champa's fingers. The kiss was rather messy and inelegant, but neither of them seemed to mind.

When the kiss broke, Champa found himself being pushed gently to his knees in front of the other male, his mouth-watering cock pointed right at the feline's face. Champa was just about to open his mouth when he got quite the surprise - Azrael had grabbed his erection and slapped the destroyer across the face with it! Not hard, but enough to leave a smear of pre-cum on the feline face, and enough to get him to glaring up at the tall male standing over him.

"Oh you did not just do that!" snapped Champa. "I should--hey!"

Azrael laughed, tapping his cock against Champa's cheek, having slapped the other side of the feline's face as well.

"You know, if you want me to stop, there's an easy way for you to make me. Can't keep smacking you with my dick if it's being used for something else."

Champa grumbled to himself, but there was no point denying that, when it came to sex at least, Champa got more than a little turned on by being told what to do. There wasn't anyone in the universe strong enough to tell him what to do - Vados didn't count - so it was rather thrilling to surrender his usual control to the hyena. Opening his mouth, Champa slowly sunk down Azrael's cock, taking it in and running his tongue along the bottom, both of them moaning at the touch.

Champa started nursing on the hyena's cock, bobbing his head back and forth, raising his hands to cup the other man's muscular ass, feeling it felt under his fingers as Azrael started thrusting his hips, fucking Champa's face. A hand on the back on his head pushed Champa down even further, the tip of Azrael's cock starting to slip into his throat and making him gag slightly, though he quickly adjusted.

Champa jumped, however, when he felt the hyena's paw press against the front of his pants, teasing the destroyer's dick and making him groan at the touch, eager for something more direct. Champa was much more eager for this than he'd been willing to admit, and it didn't take long before he was nearing the edge, a wet stain growing in his pants. Looking up into Azrael's silver eyes, the realized the hyena knew exactly what he was doing to the kneeling feline - he was edging him on purpose! He was about to pull back and complain, but Azrael grabbed Champa's head, planting both his feet and starting to fuck the feline's face, denying Champa the touch he craved to push him over the edge.

Azrael only continued this for a few moments before pulling away, his spit-slick cock bobbing before Champa's eyes. Looking past the god's belly at his wet and tented pants, Azrael grinned.

"I think that's enough of that." He pulled Champa to his feet, squeezing the god's dick through his pants. "Now why don't you get out of those clothes, and let's have some real fun."

Champa hesitated briefly. God of Destruction or not, regardless of what he said to others about his weight, he was still rather self-conscious about Azrael seeing him naked. Next to the solidly built hyena, Champa couldn't help but feel a bit inadequate, at least when it came to his appearance. But all the same, he couldn't resist the other man's charms, or his own growing need.

It didn't take more than a couple moments for Champa to get undressed, a blush coming unwanted to his cheeks when his stiff, purple penis sprung into view, bouncing embarrassingly as he struggle to get his foot out of the leg of his pants. He gasped when Azrael grabbed his dick, squeezing it gently and kissing his neck, working his way down the feline's belly and then back up, sucking first one nipple then the other until they were both quite stiff, jerking the god's cock the whole time. Using Champa's penis like a leash, Azrael pulled him over to the showers, turning own on full blast and pushing the cat up against the wall, both sighing happily as the steaming water spilled down on them.

They kissed briefly, before Azrael spun Champa around and pushed up behind him, his dick pressed between the cat's cheeks, leaking pre onto the base of his tail. The hyena wrapped his arms around Champa, fondling his belly and chest, making the cat moan as he teased the gods flabby chest and nibbled on his ear.

"Don't let Vados get to you," said Azrael. He started gently humping Champa's ass, hotdogging the feline as he talked huskily into his ear. "We both want you to be healthy, but I think you're perfectly handsome the way you are."

Champa could feel himself blushing. "You really don't think I'm... I'm too fat?"

"You're not fat, you pleasantly plump," said Azrael, kissing Champa's neck and making him moan again. "And I love everything about you. And if you need proof of just how sexy you are--" Azrael pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip down to press against Champa's tailhole "--then let me show you how much I like you."

Azrael pushed forward, slowly working his dick into Champa's ass, moaning into the cat's ear as the tight, hot grip of his ass surrounded him. Moans that were matched by Champa as he was spread open, his dick spurting pre onto the wall when the hyena bottomed out, his stiff dick pressed firmly against Champa's prostate. The hyena started thrusting, the force of his movements lifting Champa up on his toes each time, the feline gasping as Azrael hit ever one of the most pleasurable spots inside him, leaving the destroyer a mewling, panting mess.

Azrael ran his hands over Champa's body, being sure to rub the cat's belly and squeeze his chest, letting his partner see just how much he appreciated his body just as it was. Despite his best efforts, Champa was finding it nearly impossible to keep his noises of pleasure to himself, and when a particularly well aimed thrust against his prostate made him cry out in bliss, Azrael unleashed a flurry of thrusts against the same spot, quickly pushing Champa passed the point of no return.

The cat cried out loudly as he came, painting the wall with his cum and thrusting back to meet Azrael's powerful humps against his ass. An extra tight squeeze from Champa was the last push he needed, and the hyena threw his head back and howled, emptying his balls under Champa's tail and quickly filling him up, continuing to hammer away at him the whole time, refusing to stop until he'd been milked of every last drop.

When the two finally came down from their orgasmic high, they were even more worn out than they'd been after their sparring session, though for altogether different and far more enjoyable reasons. When Azrael finally pulled away, Champa blushed at the feeling of the hyena's load leaking out to run down his legs, knowing how visible it would be against his purple skin. Taking the feline's hand, Azrael started walking towards the main bath.

"Now that we're a bit more relaxed, how about a nice hot soak before dinner?" As he waded into the water, Azrael lifted his tail slightly, exposing his ass to Champa's happy gaze. "After you catch your breath, maybe I'll even let you return the favor."

Smiling happily, Champa eagerly went into the water after him, making a mental note to find a way to thank Vados for bringing Azrael here. Maybe she really was trying to do what was best for him after all.