A God's Work is Never Done
Being a god means an eternity of work, but thankfully, it also means the opportunity to take some rather enjoyable breaks when you need them. :3
This vignette was written for Bluetippedwolf as part of my themed Patreon request day for June 2019. This month's theme was "Relaxation" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults.
A God's Work is Never Done
Anubis slumped slightly in his throne as the latest group of supplicants filed out, and even as the door opened he could see and hear yet more beyond, clamouring and pleading to be let in next to make their case as to why they deserved the God's blessing. By his side, Riddle sighed, and laid a hand on the deity's dark furred shoulder.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to ask the record keepers to hold the next group back for a little while, give you a break?"
Looking up at the wolf with warm but weary gratitude, Anubis shook his head.
"No, it's fine. I'm immortal, after all. I have eternity, but these mortals are taking time out of their short lives to commune with me. I need to respect that."
Riddle almost remained silent. Almost nodded and respected the God's word without any further discussion. But, even as Anubis said that, he yawned. He leaned back in his chair and stared off into space for a few moments with eyes that were not only ancient and all seeing, but somewhat glassy, and drained from the emotional weight of having to listen to all these mortals' problems, only some of which he could solve without upsetting the vital balance of the world's natural order. The wolf furrowed his brow, and shook his head as he moved around to stand in front of the throne, between the jackal and the door through which any moment now another group of mortal worshippers were going to walk with all their problems laid bare, expecting divine intervention to fix them no matter how petty or unreasonable.
"With all due respect, my Lord..."
The wolf made a point to address Anubis formally not because the God would expect or want him to, but quite the contrary, because Anubis would know that Riddle being so formal was meant to be jarring enough to get him to listen and engage with what was being said.
"...it isn't fine. And you aren't fine. I get that stuff is pretty shitty in the mortal world right now, and that you want to help out some of the people in whatever way you can. But... I can see how much their pain is weighing on you. And I can see how much the occasional asshole slipping in amongst the genuine, sincere pleas for aid are draining you every time you have to sit here all benevolently and listen to one of them without just raising a hand and conjuring forth a hundred thousand scarabs to rip the entitled idiot to pieces. I get that you want to give everyone a chance. I think it's amazing, and you're amazing for doing it. But, you need a break, Anubis. So... I'm not just asking. I'm not even telling you to take a little time for yourself."
Riddle took a few steps back, until his paws were resting upon the stone pedestal where the supplicants here to visit the deity knelt in order to deliver their prayers in person. He dropped to his knees, and as he saw Anubis' eyes widen, he smiled, and winked at the God, and the man he loved so much.
"I'm praying to you, my Lord Anubis. Grant yourself some respite. Whatever time you need to restore your mind and body, to return and help your people with your heart racing and your divine soul eager to assist them once again. Do something... anything you need to in order to relax in the short term, so that you can do more for mortalkind, and feel more for them without it harming you even more than as it already has, in the long term."
The jackal stared at Riddle. He peered deep into the wolf's eyes as Riddle utterly refused to look away, and after their stare-off had lasted for twenty or thirty seconds without either side relenting, Anubis sighed, closed his eyes in exhaustion and surrender, and snapped the fingers of one hand.
*******
Side by side on a double-breadth massage table, Riddle and Anubis grunted in pleasure as a host of hands belonging to countless talented massage therapists worked the tension from their feet, their shoulders, their arms, legs, torsos, and...
"Aaahhh..."
Riddle gasped in pleasure as though he knew a second ago he had been kneeling before his God's throne, his mind was filled with a whole day of relaxing, spa-related memories. His muzzle bobbing up and down on Anubis' cock in a sauna. Him bouncing up and down astride the panting jackal in a hot tub while half a dozen other figures writhed in their own shared pleasure around them. The two of them strolling naked and erect down a beach, casually fondling each other's cocks and moaning as occasionally someone wandered past in the midst of their own nude, casual masturbation. And now, finally, a massage complete with multiple hands tending to each of their cocks, slick with glistening oils and throbbing as those paws squeezed them, milked them, and drove them towards a potent, inevitable release.
"Anubis!"
The wolf yelped as he grasped the deity's hand tight in his own, arching his back and howling as a deep, savage growl escaped the jackal beside him. A moment later they were both cumming. Cum fountained into the air from their straining cocks like it was their first orgasm in weeks rather than barely an hour or so, if indeed Riddle's freshly conjured memories were as real as Anubis had clearly built them to be. Hands continued to pump them, to massage their knots and squeeze their aching balls, and those many anonymous paws did not cease milking them, nor massaging the rest of their bodies until gently Anubis slipped his hand from Riddle's own, and the God's companion heard the clicking of fingers once again.
*******
"Oohhhfuck..."
This time, Riddle barely had a chance to get his bearings before he felt his cock begin to unload into a warm, skilfully suckling muzzle. At the same time another figure, their identity and outline blurred by the fact the wolf's eyes were rolling half way back into his head at the time, pressed something into Riddle's mouth. Instinctively even amidst his orgasmic pleasure Riddle bit down upon it, and he gurgled loudly as the richest, creamiest truffle centred chocolate burst its oozing, rich interior over his tongue. It was so good. So incredibly rich and sweet and vibrant a flavour that it made Riddle's mind reel. It made his heart race. It almost made him want to...
His eyes bulged. He whimpered in realisation.
"O-ohh god."
The wolf gurgled through his mouthful of chocolate, and howled in ecstasy as no sooner had another sweet treat been pressed between his lips, he felt his cock lurch within the muzzle still feverishly suckling upon it, and a fresh orgasm crash over him to renew and outmatch the pleasure of the last.
He must have cum six or seven more times before his vision cleared enough for Riddle to actually look around where he was, and only then, sitting a couple of metres to his right in a lush lounger style chair of his own presumably almost identical to what the wolf could feel supporting himself, did Riddle see Anubis. A beautiful tigress fed another chocolate into the jackal's somewhat dazed, giddy looking face, and as his back arched slightly in the chair and his eyes bulged, Riddle watched as the lithe otter kneeling between the God's legs began to gulp and swallow eagerly once more, his own erection twitching gleefully and dribbling pre to the ground below as he worked.
They stayed there until Riddle swore he was delirious from the sheer volume of sugar as much as chocolate, being fed and pushed to orgasm after orgasm by the unnaturally, impossibly addictive chocolate right up to the point where no matter how irresistibly delicious, the wolf was starting to actually feel rather physically full. And then, without a word needing to be spoken to say as much, he heard the slightly more distant but still unmistakable sound of Anubis' fingers snapping anew.
*******
After the last two snippets of reality into which he had been dropped, Riddle almost cried out in anticipation of more pleasure consuming him when he felt a new world form around him once again. This time though, while the pleasure was there, it was less immediate. Rather than being launched into the act as it was in progress, he found himself at its very beginnings. And given the nature of this particular act, he was immensely, gleefully glad of that fact.
"You were right."
Anubis growled to the wolf as Riddle rested in the bed on all fours, the larger, more muscular jackal already crouched over him and a throbbing, lubricated cock probing at the very opening of his ass.
"I... I needed a break. I needed to not think about the darker sides of the world for just a little while, and to remember all the joy that this world can bring. All that it has brought me for millennia, and which I know it can offer anyone, everyone, if I fight for it and the good people within it."
He pressed his hips forward, and Riddle gave a yelp of pure joy as the jackal's huge, throbbing erection began to fill his backside.
"My work will never be done, Riddle. You know it. I know it. We have to accept that."
Anubis kissed the back of the wolf's neck as he tenderly, adoringly pressed his cock deeper into Riddle, waiting until all but his knot had been swallowed up by the other man before beginning to draw back for his first true thrust.
"But... ah, if an eternity of work lies ahead of me whether I take the time to ensure I am happy, eager, and working at my best or not?"
The God growled passionately as he began to rock his hips, and to fuck Riddle slowly, gently, adoringly as the wolf whined and gasped and dribbled pre-cum onto the lush bedding beneath them.
"If that's the case either way... then, I might as well take the time I need, when I need it. And most of all, whenever I need you."
By Jeeves
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