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It is said the gift of a lifetime is a treasured memory. Cere'Qul, lord of many things and far older than most would imagine. Had encountered many things and forgotten many of them with some exceptions.

Every mate he had taken was known to him, especially if they had given him children.

Every lover, every enemy, burned like a star in the grand expanse that was his mind. But the one memory he treasured the most is one of a long lost oasis that he found twice in his life when he needed comfort and more earthly, carnal, pleasures.

What follows is a recounting of the three-headed beast of a god's encounter with most succulent fowl.

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The compass laid shattered at his bare feet, the sun mocked him with its stunning rays, and his stomach rumbled, laying down a steady bass-line for the song that was the torment he was to endure as he crossed the desert he was in.

With no certain way to know which direction he was going unless he found a stick, a cactus, anything with which to study the shadow of.

His magic would do him no good here, only alert his pursuers. "All I did was conquer their kingdom, elevate their standards of living, and give them knowledge." Cere'Qul muttered to himself as he pulled the cloak about his shoulders tighter and its hood over his canine ears and royal headdress.

His glowing eyes flickered over the horizon, studying the hazy distance with unease. During his flight he had stripped off most of his clothing, but he kept his royal headdress. He was royalty, one way or another, and the blues and gold banded fabrics of it were his royal colors back in the land he fled from.

Back where he had power to decide life and death on a whim for millions. The rebellion was expected, even encouraged, but the power his former peoples had used against him was one he was not expecting.

Another god.

And so without his magic to sustain him, keeping the fire of it low to avoid detection by the determined hunters at his heels, he was like any mortal that had bowed before him in service to him. So it was much easier for him to slip out of the country he had made great in only a century. Now he was to start again, and like a few other times, he would begin his new life on foot and alone.

Cere'Qul started walking again and once more began to think of the things he would do right in the next kingdom he came upon. No more overt action, swinging a double headed axe, bellowing about justice to rally people to his cause.

He would start small, pose as a cleric, use his powers to enlighten people bit by bit till they demanded a better way. Then, then he would be elected by popular demand to lead the new system.

"Yes, then I will..."

The hell hound god was caught up in a wash of sand suddenly. Created by a fierce wind that left him blinded for a moment. Once the howling in his furry ears ceased he carefully opened his eyes and blinked as he found himself staring at a paradise within the desert. Sputtering to clear what little grit had infiltrated his mouth during the surprising gust; he peered at what he could only suspect was a trap at first glance.

There was a grassy field at the center of a small lake, upon which it stood a temple. Its white marble, open wooden doors, and flowing tapestries beckoned to Cere'Qul and he took a tentative step forward; not caring how, but he had to get to that temple. Its radiance was familiar to him, it was a godly power scented faintly with a femininity that reminded him of his first love.

Cere'Qul drew back his hood and peered around himself. Sand was underneath his feet certainly, but a few steps forward would find him treading upon the softest looking of grasses. The god tread forward only to find himself stopped by shadowy tendrils that sprang from the ground to entwine themselves about his body.

They writhed, thrashing about binding his limbs and wrapping around his muzzle and head to still his movement completely.

"He is not a mortal!" the voice came from Cere'Qul's right. If he had his power blazing he could easily overpower the shadow play spell and face the shouting individual.

"Sister, he brings divine seed, we must replenish our numbers; he can endure what must be done."

"He is a dog! A mongrel! His lesser cousins hunt our lesser cousins in swamps and wetlands! Among the reeds by many a river hounds deliver our feathered kind's bodies to mortal hands!"

"Wild fowl slain by mortal hands sister, and he, like his cousins, will serve us. Think of the benefit," Cere'Qul swallowed as what felt like a soft hand caressed his muscular abdomen. Another groped underneath his loincloth, the golden fabric was stripped away too coos of other voices. "would you not like to feel something this...mighty within your loins? To dip deep into your womb and deliver you a child?"

"But-"

Back and forth the voices went, unseen hands stroking his body as he was caught in the tight bonds of darkness that had been summoned to prevent his entering the oasis proper.

The arguing died down and finally the shadows receded and Cere'Qul was able to peer at the smaller goddesses that surrounded him. He felt himself grow firm at the harem of feathered beauties that greeted him with wry smiles. All were nude save for adornments in their hair or upon their bodies.

One, a beautiful duck with white hair and light brown feathers, greeted him with a bow that made her large solid gold earrings wobble a bit as she leaned over. Cere'Qul studied the golden tube that had her beautiful hair perched high at the back of her head in a ponytail befitting a goddess.

"Greetings wayward god, I am Adara, eldest of us all." Adara held out her hand to Cere'Qul and he narrowed his orange eyes yet still reached out to her. Within his chest he felt his power flicker as might recognized might.

She was strong indeed, stronger than he had remembered that world's gods being. His recent encounter was with a god of his own making, but that was a story for another time. For that moment, his power mingled with her own and she sighed and closed her eyes as their contact ended as she withdrew her hand from his.

"Will you hear our plea?"

"I have ears, you wish for me to sire new godlings...I...am weary of such things admittedly."

"Yet a part of you recognizes our beauty." one of the others said while pointing at the dog's manhood that was easily larger than her slender forearm.

"He," Cere'Qul gestured to his groin. "Needs to be taught manners, you can help with that now that I think about it. Besides I must flee, though I would like to rest for a moment and recover some strength and be properly fed."

"With us a moment can stretch for," Adara began to say.

"An eternity, yes, time is rather just a collection of memories...I would like pleasant ones involving you all. Though, ten is not the most I have taken in succession; so I warn you some of you I may seek the embrace of twice or more."

Adara motioned towards the shore and soon the canine god found himself surrounded by the duck beauties. They giggled and snatched strokes of his muscular flesh as he was pushed towards the water. When his bare feet met its surface he did not sink, so he tread upon it with the rest until he was ushered up marble steps into the largest gallery containing food and drink he had lain eyes upon in days.

A duck goddess smirked and waved her hand causing a chair to slide along towards Cere'Qul as he was seated before a large table heaped with fruits and goblets. "Shadow magic." Cere'Qul stated.

"Yes it is, I am Afya, I protect the things I cherish from the angry sun." Afya's black hair cascaded down to her mid back, her shapely hourglass figure caught Cere'Qul's attention just as much as his large erection drew Afya's hands to his lap. Toying with his erection for a bit, she stopped when a pearly white drop of his seed leaked from it. "I offer you a drink to help soothe your empty stomach traveler."

"I have no cup," Cere'Qul began to speak until Afya drew his muzzle to one of her large leaky nipples and gasped as he puckered his lips around it and began to pull sweet goddess breast milk into his gullet. He suckled until her breast stopped providing sweet milk and then switched to her other at her beckoning. She shook and quivered as she came, leaking her fluids all over her inner thighs.

Revitalized, Cere'Qul lifted her shivering form onto the wooden table and growled as he nipped her neck playfully as he lined himself up with her moist core. Eyes blazing he ignored the other sisters that watched with wide eyes as he prepared to split open the raven haired beauty first.

"Any further objections shadow worker?" Cere'Qul smirked before he slid himself into one of the tightest holes he had ever enjoyed.