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This story was written for Bluetippedwolf as Day #11 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Heat, and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

The Divine Unbound

Riddle had been awoken by deities before, so that wasn't inherently any more surprising than another impossible, glorious day in the wolf's charmed, divinely favoured life. Never though had he been awoken in such a manner as that particular night, roused to the sensation of claws upon his thighs, and a rasping, saliva-coated tongue slurping at the underside of his stiffening cock. Before he could even raise his head and look down through the darkness at the bulge under his sheets, he was aware of the boxer shorts he had fallen asleep in being tangled around his knees. He was aware of the ragged gasping and moaning emanating from that sizeable lump in his bedding, and alongside the obvious pleasure of having his cock so vigorously and unexpectedly tended to, he was aware of the smell permeating the room. A scent that was utterly without equal, and yet which he knew even as it intoxicated him to the point of near madness.

Heat.

But, not just the scent of heat. Not some other canid lost in the throes of hormonally induced desperation, succumbing to the ancient and lingering impulse to breed combined with a modern libido and a physical body which was oh so receptive to physical pleasure. This scent was familiar to him, and it wasn't canid. Hell, it wasn't even mortal. This was a divine scent. It was the pure, distilled lust of a Goddess.

"Bastet..."

The blue-eared wolf gurgled to the black cat, only to yelp as she buried her nose in his sheath, inhaled deeply, and began to feverishly lick his balls as a frantic, yowling cry of pure desire echoed out through his fur and beyond the sheets within which the feline woman was currently tucked away. She cried out until her voice trailed off in a ragged gasp as she simply ran out of air, and only then did she begin to move, scrambling upward, straddling Riddle's prone form until with a grunting, mewling huff her face burst out of the sheets directly in front of Riddle's own already flushed, wide eyed and panting features.

"I..."

She gurgled, and the wolf felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the desperation, the utterly loss of control upon her face. In that moment she didn't look like a Goddess even though her presence, her very being screamed it without restraint.

"I thought... thought I would try it. Grant myself t-the experience of... of mortal women..."

Her body shuddered, her back arched, and as she slammed her hips involuntarily down, pinning Riddle's cock between his furred belly and her glistening, dripping wet, almost impossibly hot outer lips, the cat threw back her head and unleashed another carnal, frenzied shriek of pure desire.

"...ohhhhgods, Riddle... but, I... I didn't think... I didn't know! It... Riddle, I can't stop it. I can't make it end. My mind. My powers. They... they won't listen! They won't respond to me. I cannot will the feeling away again, because... ohh, gods... because the feeling has made it impossible for me to use my powers. I could barely summon the strength to transport myself here. To this room. To you. My Riddle. My champion. My... my only salvation..."

Under normal circumstances, Bastet was one of the more measured, calm of the deities with whom Riddle interacted. It wasn't to say she wasn't an immensely passionate, sexual being when she chose to be. But even in their most wild trysts, Riddle had never truly felt as though there was any doubt that the feline woman was in full control of both herself and him at any given moment. In that moment however as he lay beneath her and felt her pussy start to spontaneously spasm, to quiver, to clutch and to gush hot orgasmic juices over his cock while she began to convulse, wail and scream in the wake of those heartfelt and pleading words, there was no doubting her complete lack of control. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anyone so at the mercy of their own body, up to and including himself as he was made love to and toyed with by Bastet and other gods of the Egyptian pantheon. Yet as vulnerable as she seemed in some respects, he knew that she was still a Goddess. Not just in the sense that he had seen her do impossible, divinely powered things in his presence, but in her beauty. In her eyes he could see the endless depth of her divinity, and though she was openly and feverishly begging him for his assistance in wordless cries as her orgasm continued to soak his crotch, Riddle was still more than ready to beg right back for the opportunity and the honour of being the one to satisfy her.

"Yes! Yes!!"

How he managed to arch his body against hers at just the right angle, Riddle didn't know, but just seconds later as the Goddess' orgasm was only just beginning to lessen in its mind-bending but still unsatisfying fury, her mindless rapture was renewed as the canine male's blue fleshed, knotted member sank abruptly to the hilt in her tight but soaking wet, hungrily clutching pussy. Looming over the wolf with her hands on his shoulders and her saliva dripping from her panting maw over his neck and collarbone, Bastet screamed louder still, filling the room with the ringing, sonorous cries of her lust as the thick, urgent slapping of her thighs against Riddle's own joined her yowling ecstasy. The wolf yelped in pleasure even as her claws dug into his flesh, unsure whether he was just that turned on that the pain was irrelevant or whether even in her mindless, out of control state the Goddess was erasing any potential for discomfort she might have caused.

Riddle would have done anything, given anything to please Bastet, but to begin with that night all he seemed to need to do was lie there. All the feline deity required of him was to lie back and let her ride him, let her fuck herself upon his raging, knotted cock. Barely a minute passed before he was consumed by the fiery heat of her juices soaking him again and the sweet, rapturous sounds of her shrieking, yowling euphoria. Two minutes after that she was all but sobbing, her lithe body quaking and her eyes heavy lidded, glassy with pleasure as she stared down in drunken bliss at him in the throes of yet another violent orgasm. When she finally flung her hips down with force enough that his thick, pulsing knot slurped its way into her and refused to be withdrawn once again however, Riddle was no more able to resist the allure of heat-driven release than the woman who was setting his every sense ablaze. Sight. Sound. Smell. Touch. Hell, he could taste her lust in the air with every breath he took. Riddle's hands grasped the cat's black furred hips. His eyes rolled back, he listened to her almighty screams as she felt his knot pulse and realised what was about to happen, and as Riddle felt Bastet's body begin to milk him for everything he had, he surrendered it freely, gleefully to her with a howling, earth-shattering cry of his very own.

Of course, why Riddle had thought even for a moment that cumming inside the Goddess just once would sate her divinely born heat, he failed to understand. Only in the wake of his orgasm, as he smiled up at Bastet only to see her regarding him with even more frantic, wild desperation, did the wolf realise how naïve he had been. Only when she pressed herself down to him, mewled a single pleading word in his ear...

"Again!"

...and forcibly rolled him over to drag the wolf atop her needy form did Riddle realise what he was truly due to experience with the Goddess. Not just her first experience of heat, not just perhaps her first true loss of control in the eternity of her existence. It was a heat and a loss of control pushed not just to the extremes of that which a body could barely handle, but to the extremes of that which a Goddess could barely handle. And he... mortal as he was, was along for the ride.

"Riddle! Please, y-your Goddess needs you! Your... oh, your Goddess begs you! Please, fuck me! Please, Riddle. Make me cum. Make me scream. Please, oohhhh gods, please , Riddle! Fuck me again! _Cum in me, again! _"

Her eyes blazed with lustful fire, and though Riddle wasn't ready, though his body was still far too sensitive from its first orgasm, he drew a ragged breath and pumped his still knotted cock as fast, as forcefully as he could within Bastet. He braced himself for the discomfort, for the intense, all consuming and overly sensitive rush of his post-orgasmic body begging him for a break. Instead though, the wolf was shocked by a very, very different rush of sensation. He grunted and yelped as pleasure crashed through him, as his knot pulsed and throbbed inside the walls still squeezing it, still milking it tightly. A ragged cry of shock escaped him, and as he stared down into Bastet's open mouthed, glassy eyed face, he heard the most wonderful sound, a sweet, soothing oasis amidst the burning fires of lust surrounding them both in that instant.

He heard Bastet laugh a soft, melodious laugh, and felt her arms shakily rise up his back to stroke his neck.

"You didn't think I'd leave you out, did you, my saviour?"

She moaned.

"I... I cannot stop the pleasure. The need. I cannot end this within myself, but... I am not entirely without my power. This heat burns inside me like a star at the dawn of creation. These needs surge in me like the ocean before a great flood that will swamp the lands until not a trace remains. And now... nnhh... t-to ensure that you can give me what I need, that I can only bring you pleasure and joy as you please me, Riddle?"

The cat shuddered. She mewled happily, and giggled as a deep, savage growl escaped the wolf as his hips plunged forward once again. Hips driven not just by pleasure any more, but by a need. An itch in the back of his head, in the core of his heart, and the very depths of his swollen, achingly full testicles.

He began to fuck the Goddess harder. To rut her. To breed her. To slam his already knotted cock into her and his aching balls against her quivering rump over and over again with ever more breathless, savage passion as she shrieked, convulsed, climaxed, and whimpered giddily into his snarling, overwhelmed, heat-stricken face.

"Now... until I am satisfied enough to cease these urges within myself? T-the same need, the same fiery heat, it burns within us both."

By Jeeves

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