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“Oh, I guarantee I won't make that a problem for you."

Alban was literally the stuff of legends, and that had always made this kind of thing hard. His appearance alone, even if the viewer had not a single mote of awareness of his status and power, was humbling to behold. Slightly more than seven feet tall, he was a kit-bash of a being: a crest like the head of a great ceremonial tomahawk, adorned with three enormous feathers extending behind it and a wickedly hooked “beak" ahead of it, all protruding from the center of his head; a vestiture like a tasseled stole draped thickly over the top of his chest; jade, avian forearms and talons for forelimbs extending from biceps and triceps like tree trunks; jet black chest and mammalian hindquarters plated with violet armor panels; and finally, a distinctly koi-like arc of a tail adorned with what appeared to be precious gems. He seemed - and sometimes felt - stitched together from memories of myths. They called him a silvally.

Lucius, on the other hand, was a gold and ivory god - or would be, once he came into his inheritance. His build was less instantly imposing than Alban's, but far more instantly recognizable. He was dorsally white and ventrally black, with gold - possibly literal gold - extending in swaths from the middle digit of each limb and up to points. The limbs were armored in jointed plates. His eyes were brilliant emerald in the sclera with ruby pupils. And always about him, in a way that defied sight, were the two things that, if nothing else, identified him as divine: the ethereal wisp billowing out from behind his head as a mane, or smoke, or tail, or comet, or terrible spine, or… something; and, the seraphic, golden, emerald-studded hoop that, no matter how you perceived him, seemed behind him like a halo, yet must be bound to his waist. It didn't hurt, of course, that his body rippled and bulged with muscle in appropriately Adonis-like perfection. He was, odd though the lower-case appellation seemed, an arceus.

Most unfair of all, these two had declared themselves a couple and been going steady for several months. No one who knew (or worshipped) them was sure whether to be jealous, aroused, or existentially horrified. Typically it was a little of all three.

As divinities, they had each encountered their fair share of fervid acolytes who wanted to give themselves over as well as lesser entities who just wanted to know how it felt to be with someone of their status. Alban in particular had hungers he enjoyed indulging, so long as they didn't do any lasting harm. However, he had always felt a little strange with those who had let him do so. He couldn't shake the feeling that in those past encounters, he was being used, even though he was the one being fed. The constant conflict of wanting to consume, but knowing that he could simply get anything he demanded by saying it, left each of those experiences a little hollow.

With Lucius, it was different. Lucius was on - well, probably above - his level. Lucius was an enormously beautiful man who inspired in Alban every base desire at once: lust, thirst, and a throbbing predatory drive. Despite all that, the silvally was a reticent sort of person. All the attention that got lavished on him felt undeserved and the wild, loud, panting nature of that attention made him bashful. He simply was who he was.

So, when Lucius did the sort of thing he was doing now, Alban was torn. Currently, his boyfriend was nuzzling up at the side of his mouth, around his beak, with the clear intention of attempting to part his jaws and drive his muzzle between them. Alban salivated and felt his vision narrow at the thought of yanking Lucius up and inside, gaping wide over those powerful shoulders and feeling the smooth, metallic muzzle and wispy halo slide down his throat, cramming that statuesque form inside his own and claiming it forever… but no, no, that wasn't him. That wasn't what either of them wanted. It was just… an urge.

“Someone's hungry," Lucius teased. They had been holding one another in a well-manicured courtyard outside Lucius's parents' property, hidden by massive topiaries and artistic, labyrinthine stonework. There was no need to be private, but Alban preferred it, so Lucius catered to his comfort and liked to meet him here so they could tease one another, make out, and make love whenever the mood struck. The arceus' fingers dipped low, past Alban's waist and inside his jockstrap - the only clothing left on after some long minutes of teasing and groping.

Alban made a noise between a gasp and a moan and ground his hips forward. The jockstrap wasn't exactly doing much, and besides, was soaked through with anticipatory precum. “Well… heh… y'know, I always am a little…"

“No adoring fans hidden away in there today?" The fingers dipped lower, lower, and cupped around an enormous, hot testicle.

“N, no. I haven't really, in a while…" His hands roamed Lucius's hard, steely body. Excited as he was, his own form rippled with color as his chimeric body roiled with need.

“Plenty of room for me, then." The statement was as much question as it was direct suggestion. Alban hadn't swallowed followers and lovers into just his stomach. Plenty had, in hedonic fervor, begged to become his seed and feed not his powerful body, but his loins and virility itself. The idea seemed to send a subset of those so devoted into conniptions.

A long, smooth finger teased around Alban's glans, then slid inside his slit. He snarled in surprise and pleasure and snatched Lucius's hips close to him. The white-gold god tittered, pleased with himself. “I know it makes you nervous, but I promise I'll be fine. You'll take care of me, and if you don't, I'll take care of me." He pressed an earnest kiss up against Alban's maw.

He wanted to. Skies above, he wanted to. There was embracing, there was kissing, there was even sex, but to hold someone completely inside you, to have them, to have them be a part of you… Alban's entire groin throbbed hard and swelled by inches. Lucius gasped excitedly as he felt his hips pushed away by the sudden expansion. “Theeeeere you are!"

Alban whined, the sound rasping in his avian throat before descending to a low roar powered by a feline chest. “Yeah. Yeah, I want it. I need you in me. I just. I'll - you'll be okay."

Lucius smiled, some tenderness breaking through into the libidinal moment. “Watch." He withdrew his finger - with some effort - and stepped back. Like shucking a jacket, he worked his arms backward through that strange, golden wheel that was always behind him… and set it down. It hovered in the air and spun slowly.

The silvally blinked and gaped open-mouthed. He stammered, in awe at this sudden strange, vulnerable, new nudity, “I, I, uh, had sort of wondered, how I'd fit that in me…" His jockstrap popped off, as they often did, as his cock surged bigger again, preparing to fit his meal inside it. The cannon of manhood was black, leathery, and sported armored plates similar to Alban's thighs. It drooled precum like a faucet.

“Now you don't have to." Lucius approached again, emerald eyes bright with lust, and this time plunged an entire hand inside. The other, he used to start coating his body with viscous precum. “I want to be in you," he moaned as he felt his wrist yanked inside by the ravenous member. “Make me the best orgasm you've ever had."

“Fffhhhhh…" was all Alban could articulate. He gripped Lucius's forearm in one hand and the back of his neck in the other so he could simultaneously shove the arm inside him and passionately kiss his boyfriend. It felt incredible. Had anyone ever seen an arceus without their wheel? The arm was smooth, powerful, muscular as it squeezed inside him. His heart pounded in his chest. He'd wanted this so badly, for so long, but had doubted, and now…! He couldn't stop himself and didn't want to anymore as inhibitions melted away. His other arm snatched Lucius's free wrist and crammed it in alongside the first. “I need… I need you in me. You're so… you."

A deep, bronze hum rang out from Lucius's body as his godly pleasure made itself known. He kissed a line down Alban's chest as he was drawn down, down, deeper, until he looked up and found both Alban's hands at his face. He kissed each one, and moaned, “Take me." Those hands clamped down on his head, tender at first, and then pushed.

The silvally roared as his boyfriend's head entered him. The strange wisp tickled and probed his insides like a ghostly fire, prompting twitches and swallows that rapidly engulfed the bulging pectorals and mountainous landscape of Lucius's back. He couldn't believe it. It was happening. He was watching inch after inch of this incredible man slip inside him. For the first time, it wasn't a worshipful offering or a shallow one-night-stand from someone just trying to touch a legend - it was sincere, it was warm, it was loving, it was…! His cock jumped with an orgasmic flex as it gulped down Lucius's gracefully sloping back and powerful ass. Alban leaned back against a hedge and panted. There was so much power going into him, and the way Lucius squirmed…!

His eyes caught the golden wheel, floating where it did, and a terrible, insane thought occurred to him. People said arceus existed outside the physical world. It was part of what Alban was sure Lucius had meant that he'd be able to take care of himself. But that wheel… if that was what Lucius planned to use if Alban couldn't or wouldn't release him… if that was the backup plan…

Alban's cock swallowed eighteen inches of his boyfriend at once in one long, hedonic gulp as the thought took shape. He couldn't, of course. He wouldn't. He loved Lucius. But as those arms started to curl up inside his nuts, and the head with its inconceivable tendrils followed them, down into where they could become a part of Alban, make him bigger, stronger… Alban was a silvally. He was an amalgam already. He was constructed of parts, and unleashed to make use of each of those parts. Why not have a part that was a god? Why not be… complete?

Only Lucius's feet existed outside him. His cock had grown to be able to contain Lucius's broad, muscular form. Alban stepped forward and grabbed the jeweled circle. He had only briefly touched it before, using it perversely as handholds during sex, as Lucius played with his powers to make it tangible and manipulate it. Alban grabbed both Lucius's feet with one hand and pushed them down with a rumble. His body squeezed powerfully, sucking the man in completely. He watched the shape of Lucius in his cock belly sliding into his nuts and stretching them out like so much rubber. “Mine…" he growled low. He picked up the wheel and slid it onto his cock. “Mine," he repeated. It fit beautifully. It felt physically hot. It radiated its own heat and vibrated with holy sound and energy. He slid it down, down, moaning and gasping, using it to help shove Lucius deeper inside him, until with a cry, it jammed against the base of his cock and the entirety of Lucius's body slipped down as a blissful weight into Alban's sack. “MINE," he crowed.

“Yours," came the muffled, dreamy reply from inside. Alban leaned back and felt at his nutsack with both palms. He grit his teeth at the pleasure emanating from his new cock ring. Lucius was squirming inside him, stretching and pressing against his walls as he began to stroke himself. The second rim of the thing extended out to his hips. Feeling it, he knew he could never break it and consume it, but wear it as a prize, a collar, a cage? Yes, yes, he would find a way.

What happens if I cum him through that wheel? Can he get out? Will his physical body go out, but I keep the rest? The predatory thoughts came to Alban as through a pinhole. His hands were tender as they worshipped the slowly softening body inside him, but he kept imagining it. Was this how one became a god? How would it feel to… have someone… forever? He'd never done that before, but the temptation had always been there.

Every time he imagined it, his cock throbbed - his entire body throbbed. Veins pulsed thickly, his erection forced harder and huger by the constraining cock ring. Already bulging, rock-hard muscle rippled and expanded as his body fed on Lucius's. He watched the ground and the features of the courtyard fall away from him by inches as he grew. His thighs thickened in pulsing waves, his chest broadened both wider and thicker, and his shoulders burgeoned out from his body. Meanwhile, the wheel continued to vibrate with energy, driving him closer and closer to climax without his needing to touch himself at all. His knees went weak. The monstrous cock was by now simply splashing precum across the lawn in front of him. Lucius's form tensed with anticipation, then there was a muffled cry as his boyfriend's orgasm spewed into him and that orgasm let Alban's own loins rapidly finish transmuting the arceus into a load of cum that would embarrass a monsoon.

“I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" he panted to himself, hands now on the wheel itself. He began sliding it up and down his precum-soaked cock slowly, letting the vibrations power into his glans, then down, down to his base again where they resonated in his sack. His hips thrust into it, hard. Up and down, up and down, wondering, Can he hear me? Can he feel this? Does he know that I'm thinking… thinking of…

“Fuck… fuck!" With a sudden, ear-shattering roar, he threw the great ring off him and fell to his hands and knees in blissful climax. Gallons upon gallons of cum shot as from a fire hydrant, ruining flower beds, shooting through hedges, nearly singeing grasses with the friction and pressure of the climax. His loins throbbed, ached, reveled in the eruption as his body poured itself into nothing but pleasure that overcame his senses in every way. His mind was suffused with thoughts of Lucius, that beautiful man, that beautiful body, all in him, all his, all a part of this impossible climax. For minutes, all he could do was hold onto those thoughts and wait for the nirvana of orgasm to flow over him, through him, out of him.

It took another few minutes of trembling and panting to get his bearings again. He must have blacked out at some point, because swaths of the secluded area they'd been in were soaked and dripping with cum, not just the initial channel he'd dug. He blinked slowly, carefully, and got back up to a seated position.

Alban was sure he'd released Lucius in time… right? He looked around for the ring. With an enormous sigh of relief, he saw it upright again, faintly humming and rotating in space. What had he been thinking? He reached down to his nuts, which, bloated beyond all reason, now housed Lucius. “Glad you're okay," he murmured. “That was a close call…"

All around him and within him, Lucius's pure voice quietly laughed. “Told you I'd be okay. I liked what you did with the ring."

Alban blushed fiercely. “Yeah it was, it was hot. It was… I like that. A lot."

“Say that thing you said again."

Alban blinked and tilted his head, casting back. “… Mine?"

“Yeah. But you said it different."

Alban smiled, took a deep breath, and let it out. Then, he murmured low, “Mine."

Lucius's resonant hum vibrated out from him, out from the ring, out from what seemed like the air itself. “Yours."