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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 9: Reihner’s Sin

Donner was shaking, his body frozen to the core as he watched the two rugby men wrestle in the dirt. Campus police had already been called and were on their way, but that was beside the point. Ceil turned two guys who were thick as thieves into mortal enemies in a matter of seconds. All by just pulling the secrets out of their heads and throwing them in their faces. It was like watching an adult speak to children; they were as impressionable as clay in the lion’s hands, and Donner knew things were only going to get worse.

But more importantly, he needed to get some answers from Ceil.

“Ceil?” Donner’s voice cracked before he cleared his throat, dipping into the building. “Ceil come here.”

Nothing…not even a tingle of eyes on the back of his neck.

“Ceil, damn it, come here right now,” Donner knew Ceil was chomping at the bit to get to him, so why was he giving him the cold shoulder, now?

Donner gave a little yip of surprise as his phone blared its ringtone. He jabbed his hand into his pants to snag the phone, embarrassment burning his face as the sound echoed off the walls. Donner hadn’t had the volume on his phone on in years, though, he didn’t have to think too hard as to why it was on again.

“Hello?” Donner asked, but he already knew who was going to be on the other end.

“It’s me, Darling,” Ceil’s voice purred over the phone. “I’m busy, so I can’t be there right now. What do you need?”

“Cut the crap Ceil,” Donner half whispered, half snarled into his phone. “What do you mean I don’t know what’s going on?”

“Well, why don’t you tell me what you think is going on,” there was humor in Ceil’s voice. And why wouldn’t there be! He knew the punchline to this insidious joke he was playing.

“I’m not asking, I’m demanding you tell me,” Donner growled. “If you really think you’re my prophet or whatever, then start professing!”

“Darling, why are you so stressed,” Ceil changed the subject. “I would never harm you. Everything I do, is in your name.”

“I don’t need you to – I didn’t ask you to do that,” Donner huffed into the phone, darting his way around a corner and into an abandoned hall for some privacy.

“But if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t be a very good prophet,” Ceil chuckled. “Donner, you really are adorable. You never once thought to ask yourself why this power was bestowed upon you, nor why you can just give it to others. It never once occurred to you what the greater implications of being a god would be, the responsibilities involved. Don’t worry, whatever you don’t do, I’ll pick up the slack.”

“What do you mean you’ll pick up the slack?” Donner felt like a cork thrown down the river, bouncing form rock to whitecap. “Ceil, I need you to stop.”

“Trust me,” Ceil smiled. “If you truly wanted to stop me, you would have done so by now. I’m doing your will, Donner. I promise. Though, I am a little upset.”

“You’re upset with me?!”

“Oh no Darling, I could never be mad with you my Dearest Donner.” Ceil’s voice was so sincere and warm it would have melted Donner’s heart if he wasn’t so fucking psychotic! “No, I meant that other people are trying to get in our way.”

“Get in our…” Donner’s eyes went wide. “Ceil, what did you mean when you said you were busy? What are you doing?”

“Much like in any crusade, there will be those that resist the new order,” Ceil sighed. “But I assure you that no one will get between you and me. No one…”

“Ceil? Ceil where are you going?!”

“Bye my Dearest, see you soon.”

The call ended with a flurry of notes. Donner’s phone almost slipped from his hand before he caught it.

“Cody,” Donner’s eyes went wide as his foot paws started moving before he even knew what he was doing. “Cody!”

Donner’s foot paws pounded the tile, his claws scratching them as he stumbled over himself to find Cody. He pulled up the buffalo’s number and smacked the call button.

“Come on Cody, for once in your life, pick up the god-damned phone,” Donner rounded the corner and slammed out the doors, his toe claws scraping across the sidewalk. It rang a few more times until it clicked over.

“Hello?” Cody answered.

“Cody! You’ve got to tell me where you—”

“Hello? Anyone there?”

“Cody? Cody?! Can you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, going into a tunnel,” Cody said, a half laugh coming up. “Leave your message at the beep.”

Donner froze in his tracks. Did Cody seriously have a stupid got-ya voicemail! The sound of the automated voice telling him to leave a message after the tone was enough to tell him everything he needed to know.

“Fucking hell Cody!” Donner looked around campus, his eyes darting to and fro to try and figure out where Cody was. Where would he be? He didn’t have time to figure it out when Ceil could simply ask the universe and know right where the buffalo was. He needed to get to him now!

“Wait…” Donner didn’t need to ask the universe where he was, he could create something that could find Cody. He opened up his applications and took a few deep breaths. He envisioned an app, a single tile on his screen that when pressed would give him the location of his friend. He could feel his heart racing, but he took a few more breaths to calm himself, closing his eyes before letting the energy flow through him.

“I want this,” Donner spoke. He opened his eyes and his heart leapt. There was a new app, a red tile with a cartoonish buffalo’s face flashing a thumbs-up. Donner could have kissed his phone, but he didn’t have time, he smacked the button and the app opened up to a map that gave directions to the football field.

“Fuck me, I knew he had practice!” Donner huffed, kicking himself for the panic before spinning on his heels and running the other way. He could make it there quicker if he went through the trees next to campus. He ran through a parking lot, bouncing off cars like he was a pinball. He hopped the curb and dashed through the trees. A moment of pain shot up his ankle as he rolled it on a rock, the coyote screaming in pain before leaning against a tree. He looked at his leg and instantly the pain subsided, his injury buzzing with a cooling relief before locking back into place. At least he knew he still had healing.

Donner finally broke from the trees and found the guys on the field practicing. Donner scanned the tree line, looking over the bleachers and up and down the field. He didn’t know where Ceil would be hiding, or if he’d be hiding at all. Then he noticed something. Someone in a hoodie was in the bleachers!

“Ceil?” Donner dashed across the field, ignoring the blaring whistle from the coach as he came up to the bleachers. Donner panted as he climbed the steps, his breath heavy as he made his way over to the person sitting on the bleachers.

“Ceil, stop!” Donner gripped the hood and ripped it back.

“What the heck are you doing, slut!” The tiger shouted. It was Ceil’s roommate Rajit.

“What…where is…”

“Do you know where Ceil is?” Rahjit furrowed his brow. “Where is he?”

“I…I don’t know,” Donner didn’t waste any time talking to the ornery tiger and just went back to looking. He had to be somewhere, but where?

***Moment’s Earlier***

“Bye my Dearest, see you soon.” Ceil ended the call, his thumb brushing the screen tenderly as he gave a little happy huff. “You’re such an adorable goof. Sorry I mislead you my dear, but it’s for your own good.”

The golden lion slipped his phone back into his pocket. His expression hardened as he glared at the door in front of him. The name plate on the wall shone dully in the fluorescent lighting.

Prof. Reihner

The lion rapped his fist on the door.

“Was that someone at my door? Come on in, I’m just grading papers,” the tiger spoke from the other side. Ceil smiled, letting himself in.

“Hello there Professor Reihner,” Ceil gave a polite greeting as he closed and locked the door.

“Yes, it’s–” Reihner cut himself off and sighed. “And what do you want Mister Nasir?”

“So you did a little digging,” Ceil shrugged, putting his hands into his pockets. “That doesn’t really change much.”

“You can turn your smartass around and march out of my office right now or I’ll have you expelled during the next chair meeting.” Reihner growled. “If you think I don’t have influence on the physical therapy program, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“That’s fine,” Ceil shrugged. “I doubt I’ll be attending classes much longer anyway. I just want to be sure that my interactions haven’t swayed you away from taking Donner on that internship.”

“As far as I’m concerned, Donner can kiss his future goodbye if you keep pressuring me. I don’t take kindly to threats. You’re lucky I haven’t submitted that idiot to the chair for expulsion from the archeology program.”

“Excuse me?” Ceil’s brow creased into a hard stare. “What did you just say about Donner?”

“You think I’m going to let you or any of his friends intimidate me into giving him the internship? You’re worse than his grades. He’ll be lucky to categorize a crayon box if he thinks this would help his chances.”

“You listen here,” Ceil snarled, stepping up to the desk. “Donner didn’t ask me to do any—”

“No! You listen here Mister Ceil Nasir!” Reihner sat up, his chair wheeling out from behind him and smacking into the bookshelf. “I’m not going to let some cocky little nobody try to strong arm me into picking people for my internship!”

“I’ll tell everyone what you think about him!” Ceil snarled.

“And who are they going to believe? A little shit like you or one of the supporting chairs of the archeology department? What are you going to do? Go to the school paper and have it printed for all of two city blocks to read? Don’t make me laugh!”

“I didn’t even come here about the internship, it’s about the extra advice you’ve been giving Donner outside of class. I don’t need you giving him bad information—”

“How dare you!” Reihner snarled. “First you insult me by throwing false accusations of what I’ve said about my students, then you go around and say I’m an incompetent teacher!”

“That’s not—”

“Get out!” Reihner shouted, pointing a razor claw at the door. “And you can go tell your little faggot that he’s out of the program!”

“Freeze,” Ceil snarled. A wave of energy rippled through the air. Static tingled up the tiger’s spine, fusing his every bone together until he was stuck to the spot. Only light choking sounds cracked out of his hanging maw.

“You clearly have never been told to shut up in your life, have you,” Ceil huffed glaring at the tiger. Ceil flicked his wrist, the letter opener from Reihner’s desk snapped in the lion’s palm. He then slowly brought it up to the tiger’s face, the steely tip glinting as it pressed against his whiskers. “If you would have just listened, you would have known why I came. I can’t have you feeding Donner information about these powers. You’ve altered them, changed them on a fundamental level.”

Ceil started to walk around the tiger, keeping the blade against the tiger’s skin, shallow and bloodless cuts, held firmly to cause a cold sweat to break over the frozen tiger.

“If you’d have just listened, I could have cleared things up and we could have gone our merry way, but you…you clearly don’t respect Donner.” Ceil slipped behind the tiger, that blade slinking against his fur and keeping a razor sharp reminder that Reihner was in Ceil’s hands. “I really wish you hadn’t have said that about him. You’re much too unpredictable to let meddle with Donner’s fate.”

Ceil slipped back into view of the tiger, the blade flicking up Reihner’s neck and pulling at his lip. “But for some reason, Donner respects you. I know he prefers respect to be a one-way street in bed, but in real life he demands equality. You should know what that feels like Professor. You’ve had to scrape and climb, connive and outwit your colleagues to get into this position you cling to.”

Ceil pulled back the knife and stabbed, the blade sinking between Reihner’s digits, pinning into his desk uncomfortably close to his hand. A squeak of fear came from the tiger, little huffing gasps of fear as a tear rolled down his muzzle.

“But I can’t just get rid of you,” Ceil shrugged. “Donner enjoys your class. So we’re going to have to get a bit more creative. I wonder, is there a way to get rid of you without actually getting rid of you?”

Ceil paused, the universe whispered the answer into the folds of his mind. The secrets of the powers he currently held and the way he could not only take care of Reihner, but also get closer to Donner.

“Oh that’s divine,” Ceil smiled. “Truly inspired.” The lion gave a little chuckled. “But before I continue, let’s ask one more question.”

Ceil looked the frozen tiger in the eyes, the lion’s emerald orbs glinting like the steel on a mad-man’s blade.

“Is it a sin to consume someone?”

***

Donner kept a close eye on Cody, but nothing came of it. Ceil was nowhere to be seen, but who knew when he would strike. He kept watch until Cody was making his way back to their apartment and was safely home, but he didn’t need the buffalo asking why he was suddenly so clingy. The last thing he needed was for the bull-headed buffalo to go and tell off Ceil personally.

Donner remembered what happened to the other two guys when Ceil was confronted by them. They were at each other’s throats in seconds. Cody wasn’t a dumbass, but he could be a charging bull when baited by the right red cape. Either way, Cody was safe and Donner was exhausted. The coyote passed out. Cody didn’t come out of his room all night and left before the coyote got up.

Ceil wasn’t answering Donner’s calls either, spiritually or cellular. The lion had gone dark after their conversation, and he didn’t show any sign of showing up any time soon either. Did he just scare him for a laugh? No, Ceil didn’t seem like he was trying to torture him, but he was pulling some serious trickster shit. Maybe that could attribute to some of his personality change too? It would explain the sudden strange confidence in his powers. How much of these powers could afflict your mind or personality without the wisdom to guide you?

“God, I really fucked up,” Donner huffed, kicking a pebble outside the lecture building. He had another class with Reihner today. Maybe he could get more answers from him after their lecture. The last time they spoke provided some clarity. Why not again?

Donner took a deep breath and walked into the building. He needed to find a way to get on the offensive with Ceil. The coyote felt like he was running himself ragged just trying to keep up with the lion. Just last night he could barely retain focus long enough to catch the class notes from the lecture he skipped trying to track down the wild cat, and his stress dreams wouldn’t let him simply sleep.

Donner plopped his ass into his usual spot in the lecture hall, groaning as he fought the urge to pull his hood up and sleep through the lecture. For some reason, he always felt very safe in Reihner’s class, as though the pillar of the department couldn’t be touched or even bothered by the comings and goings of his student’s mundane lives. It’s that utter Teflon feature of the tiger that the coyote really admired. Sure he could be a blunt asshole, but that was just the “I’m too old for this shit” attitude that came with experience and age. Donner wished he had that, but the longer this whole Ceil thing dragged on, the less he believed he would ever be that way. Donner just cared too much about what other people thought. Sure, he could pull the apathy card if he really needed to, but there was always a part of his heart that whispered the truth.

“You do care”

The coyote groaned, rubbing his eyes with one hand while digging out his notebook with the other. He just needed to get through the class and then maybe get some tea. First things first though, he wasn’t going to waste his education. After this whole thing was over, he intended to still have a life. He just needed to fix the damage he had done to Ceil and he’d be golden.

“Okay class, get ready for some notes,” Mister Reihner rumbled, his voice deeper than usual. Maybe he had a cold or something. “It’s going to be a lecture heavy day. We need to finish this unit fast because you’ll be tested on it next week. Crack open your notebooks. Mister Torres!”

Donner’s spine went rigid as he shot up, his eyes locking with the teachers.

“Yes Professor…Reih…”

The eyes that met his weren’t the tired, yet sharp ocean eyes of his tiger professor, but forest emeralds amidst a mane of gold.

***The Night Before***

“It’s not a sin,” the answer came through clear as day to the lion as the universe answered his question.

“Time to say goodbye Mister Reihner,” Ceil chuckled and hopped onto the tiger’s desk, the young lion’s body agile and smooth. “You’re going to get that early retirement you’ve been dreaming of.”

Ceil looked down at the tiger as he stood atop the professor’s desk. He glanced over the office, the tiger’s history on full display. Walls covered with a lifetime of achievements, degrees, and photos. Ceil looked down and noticed a photo of the tiger’s family proudly displayed.

“Such a cute family,” Ceil smirked, lightly kicking the photo off the desk, the glass frame shattering on the floor. “Too bad you like screwing the co-eds. Isn’t that why she left you? I mean, not on paper. She kept the marriage for the sake of your career, but when was the last time you even saw your daughters?”

Ceil prodded, the tiger’s eyes quivering, tears streaming down his muzzle and wetly plopping on the ungraded papers below.

“Here’s a cosmic truth; they’re better off without you.” The lion chuckled darkly, gripping the hem of his sweatpants and pulling them down. The lion’s proud, trimmed bush of pubic hair came into view, then the root of his dick. He let the sweats slip past his sculpted ass and then fall down around his ankles. He then kicked them off to the side as he pulled his hood back, his messy bun still atop his head as he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. The lion’s pride hung low, a solid seven inches of soft, uncut lion meat, his balls a duo of large eggs in a fuzzy sack, his pubic fur rolling down the center.

“I was hoping to share this little magic with Donner, ya know, show him what he’s really capable of, but I guess he’ll just have to see the results tomorrow.” Ceil’s emeralds glowed with power, green energy wafting off his irises. Ceil’s cock twitched, the power radiated through his body. Ceil took a sharp breath between his teeth and let out a low rumble, his toe claws flexing as his dick plumped up. It was fast, yet natural, that meat slowly rolling forward, lifting up into a salute to the teacher as it throbbed more alive with each beat of the lion’s heart. The dick head peeled its foreskin back, revealing the fleshy head.

“Look, you even gave me a perfect starting point,” Ceil angled himself so his cock was lined up with Reihner’s pointed finger. “This punishment is reserved for the arrogant.” Ceil grinned darkly, rolling his hips forward. His cock head pressed against that claw, the head smearing pre all over it before the piss slit yawned. It snapped forward, squelching and gripping onto the tiger’s finger.

“Oh fuck yes,” Ceil groaned, keeping his hands in his pockets as his dick started its work. “That’s right. This is your punishment for thinking beyond your station.” Ceil bit his bottom lip as his cock squelched, slurping forward and slipping over the fist. Pre welled up and dribbled over Reihner’s knuckles, slipping over his wrist as that cock head yawned and snapped forward like some ravenous snake. All the while Ceil had to hold back his moans, his toe claws digging into the desk beneath his soles as the pleasure built inside his shaft. The pressure was amazing, the thinner his dick was spread the better it felt, but despite that cock moving further down Reihner’s arm, that hand never slipped into Ceil’s ball sack. Now, that cock was getting bigger, longer, slurping forward, consuming more of that arm and getting thicker and wider. Reihner was forced to watch in frozen horror as that cock consumed more and more of his arm.

“That’s right you piece of filth,” Ceil snarled, thrusting forward, his foot slamming on the desk as the pleasure surged up his shaft, swelling deep into his churning nuts. “Your arrogance is what lead you to this end. You’re boastful, prideful, full of resentment for the incompetence you surround yourself with to make yourself feel more important.”

Ceil’s cock lunged forward, squelching up to the tiger’s elbow, still nothing had reached into the lion’s balls, that shaft working over more and more of Reihner’s arm until it was kissing his shoulder. Ceil stood on the desk, a two and a half foot cock squelching, oozing pre over the frozen tiger’s arm. Then there was a sickening shlorp. Reihner felt his hand get sucked in, those nuts calling him forward as that dick head yawned, slurping and tugging. Ceil gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as his ball sack audibly gulped, tugging on and slurping that man deeper. It was like he was cumming in reverse. It wasn’t a voluntary movement, it was uncontrollable. He couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to.

“That’s right, your life is over. You’ll be the first to fall before my God’s might, all because of your ego. Because your arrogance led you to ruin.” Ceil moaned, his maw hanging open as that dick glorped more of that shoulder in, the cock head warped and thicken around that shoulder and encroached onto his neck and chest.

Reihner was trying to scream, to pull away from the horror unfolding before him. He knew he couldn’t get out of the vacuum grip on his arm even if he wanted to, but the fear and panic inside him was nothing short of absolute mania. He panted, his words choking in his throat as the freak standing on his desk continued to mock him as he lost more and more of his body inside of that cock.

That’s when the head of that member started to yawn, getting larger and larger, the depths of that cock squelching while the drooling piss slit widened further and further.

“Stare upon your God’s greatness and tremble in your final moments.” Ceil felt the pleasure surging inside of him, his balls starting to feel the first parts of that hand slip inside them. It took everything in him not to just moan and groan in pleasure as his balls were caressed from the inside, the sharp point of that nail already rounding out as it dripped and slurried further inside. “You are nothing but dust, and to dust you will return.”

That cock head snapped forward, consuming Reihner’s head and adulating like mad. That cock was no longer a slow slurp, but a ravenous beast gulping and squelching in madness to consume its prey. Ceil lost control of the freezing spell, but it no longer served a purpose. Reihner screamed, his voice muffled around the flesh, his body thrashing, but no matter how hard he pulled or tugged, nothing would give. If anything, the walls would adulate harder, the thick veins and flesh squeezing tighter, filling his mouth and lungs with a miasma of lusty musk. The tiger decided to switch tactics and try and lunge forward to try and swipe at the lion with his free hand, but much like a toddler against an older sibling, that cock acted like an arm to hold him at bay, only worse. A large, gulping shlorp sucked that arm in, squelching deep and slurping his body forward up to his other shoulder and pinning him down.

Reihner tried to thrash and get loose, even lifting his legs off the ground hoping gravity to be his friend, but it was no use, that cock was simply too strong, gulping and glorping him down inch by painstaking inch. His hand was starting to feel tingly too, and he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but the sensation was pleasurable. Had he not been in full panic, he would have actually enjoyed it. But that wasn’t the fate slated for the professor.

“Oh fuck yes! You’re mine! You’re my fucking offering to my God! Bless me with your gifts Donner! I am your prophet! I can do no wrong in your name!”

Ceil’s eyes were wide as the room filled with the sickening squelch of his cock feasting on man, and the sloshing of his nuts as they were filled with tiger. That cock was hungry, it was mad, and ravenous. It was a beast that had never feasted and it had years of meals to catch up on, and it wasn’t about to stop half way. Reihner’s body glorped down that flesh rod, his head squelching further down, his fur already getting gummy and loose before he was sucked further down the dark fleshy tunnel. His arm was already fully into his nuts, and his head was reaching the sphincter that was working open to accommodate his skull. That ring of muscle snapped like a hungry snake, quickly glupping his head into that sack and showing the tiger his fate. The tiger could see inside those nuts as it swelled and pulled taut around his mass, but the thing that caused him most alarm was the fact his hand was a gooey blob melting into the sloshing contents of lion’s testes.

Ceil moaned as the tiger’s muffled scream vibrated in his nuts, only for his sack to squelch and chew, slurping him down further and further. The lion was barely able to move, but he spun on his heels before falling down onto the swivel chair behind the desk. His cock was now planted on the desk, the tiger’s foot paws wiggled as they tried to pull back, only to get shlorped down into his sack, deeper and deeper until even those were lost inside that ravenous, drooling maw. Ceil let gravity pull the rest of Reihner down as he sat in the professor’s chair, the lion’s heavy nuts bulging out with the thrashing form of the tiger. He tried to claw at the walls, but his nails had already melted off. All that was left was smooth rounded edges that pushed against those churning nuts.

Ceil’s cock started to shrink back down from its massive size along with the decent of that body. As soon as Reihner sloshed into his nuts fully, Ceil’s eight inches of bitch breaking dick were solid and back to normal. Milky pre oozed form that angry cock head as Ceil’s balls burned with pleasure. The digestion of the tiger was amazing. It was like someone was sucking his nuts from the inside, rumbling and thrashing about inside his sack. Ceil kicked his feet up wide on the desk, hi cock oozing and staining his hoodie as he relaxed into his meal. Ceil put his hands behind his head, his cock gurgling and groaning as his cock head belched up a few thick wads of pre. Each flutter of movement was a full blowjob, each whimper and moan like a kiss form his God, each vibration and gurgle of each nuts was a tongue against his prostate.

“That’s right! Return to the primordial soup you came from you wretched soul.” It took everything in Ceil not to just jack it, to spill his seed across the ground, but he wanted nothing to go to waste.

Then he felt it. The pleasure tickled up into his prostate before seeping up his spine.

“Yes, your life is mine Reihner,” Ceil groaned as green energy swelled up into his veins, his body gorging itself on the tiger’s life essence. “Everything you were, everything you could have been, will now serve Donner! Through me you will be given worth and through his will you will—unf—be mine!”

Those nuts were a duo of yoga balls, each sloshing with seed and slowly deflating, each glowing with a deep green light as though filled with fireflies. That light surged up into Ceil, the lion’s eyes shooting open as pleasure sang in his veins. It was like shooting up the most amazing drug concocted just for the lion. It was faith, it was rapture, it was unbridled power and love of his god and it was his to command.

Ceil roared as his muscles flexed, then flexed again, his heavy balls lifting off the ground as they chewed that energy and glorked it into his bones! Ceil’s foot paws flexed and extended, each one thicker, stronger, more muscular, the tendons angry and lashing on muscle with each second. His powerful calves swelled into diamonds before a thick layer of leg hair dusted them. His thighs crunched, flexed, formed teardrops, then flexed and crunched again to become massive hamstrings. Reihner was a massive man who worked out frequently. He was easily twice the size of Ceil, and now the lion was going to absorb all that work. Ceil’s hoodie grew tight as his shoulders and arms exploded. The seam along his pits popped, his deep musky pits getting deeper as his lats spread out, the hoodie riding up his abs, those powerful bricks of muscle getting deeper and thicker, deeper and thicker with each pulse of those nuts, each gulp of that raw essence that was surging through his balls. Ceil’s bun burst off his head as his hair grew thicker, longer, wilder, fuller. His jaw snapped getting thicker and squarer. His chin grew a dusting of golden facial hair. His neck lashed up out of his hoodie, making more muscle, a thicker neck to support the diamond cutting jawline of the beast he was becoming. His teeth grew longer, more predatory and thick for ripping flesh from bone. His hands swelled thicker, his fingers stronger, his claws white as snow and vicious. His forearms split the hems of his sleeves as they expanded, his biceps split his sleeves and then the biceps themselves split, a thick vein going down them and coursing with pure power. The hoodie he was wearing kept riding up as it was pushed forward with his mounting pecs, each one sloshing forward before flexing up into massive pillows of mass and power.

Ceil gripped his hoodie and tore it down the center, his pecs lunging forward as they grew out, his nipples thick and juicy. His muscles were shredded, but that wasn’t what Donner liked, and there was plenty more energy in those bowling ball sized nuts. The shredded striations of those muscles faded, dirty bulk coming onto them and rounding them out, making them bigger, thicker and more pronounced without taking away the fact they were there. His abdominal wall vanished behind a healthy layer of fat, a powerful gut that was sculpted into the powerful obliques on the sides and Adonis belt below. But then the real push happened. Ceil’s cock thrusted forward, it glowed with energy as it surged from those nuts.

That uncut dick throbbed, longer, thicker, longer! It was as thick as a beer can and nearly a foot and a half long! Those nuts refused to shrink from their monstrous size, churning out new seed. Ceil’s prostate flexed, powerful and strong before that foot and a half cock throbbed, that foreskin pulled back from how engorged that cock was with pleasure. Thick ropes of cum blast forth as Ceil roared, claiming his victory over the pathetic teacher that thought he was better than his God.

The walls changed, names and pictures warping to images of Ceil’s new form. Reihner’s existence was being erased as Ceil’s seed spilled forth, staining the papers that were being graded in his essence. Ceil huffed, his mind coming to just in time to do Reihner a final kindness.

There was something in his balls he called forward as he gripped glass paperweight from his desk. He aimed his cock at the glass orb and shot a thick wad of cum, a green ball of light getting caught in the glass.

“Fuck, almost consumed your soul there too,” Ceil huffed, sitting up, the chair straining against his thick globe-like ass cheeks. “It might not be a sin to consume your soul, but we have a new heaven to fill, and even your pathetic, pride rotten soul is welcome.” Ceil lifted the glass orb up, the green light bouncing inside it like it was trying to find a way out. “If you are to worship the new god of desire.”

***Present Time***

Donner looked on at the biggest DILF he had ever seen. There stood a golden lion, his button down strained to the max over his monstrous pecs, his golden locks flowing behind him in a powerful and prideful mane, highlights of silver wove through that gold to show the age of the man before him. His cleavage was exposed, a thick tuft of chest hair blooming between them, all wrapped in the blue silk top. His kakis were pulled taught over an impressive package, his ass cheeks getting ready to blow out the back of those pants.

And those exposed paws! They were huge! They were thick, juicy foot paws that looked almost out of proportion on the massive man’s frame, but somehow it only made it hotter.

“It’s about time you pay attention to me,” Ceil murred. “If you intend to sleep through class, how about you come by my office and I can get you off to a better start.”

Donner almost passed out.

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