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Stepping out of his tent and into the sunlight, Leif the dog yawned as he stretched the sleep from his body. Bees and bugs buzzed around the clearing in which he and the others had been so graciously brought to. The other villagers (a ginger cat, a grey horse, a pig and something from the Old Faith's lands) were setting about their work already. One continued to clear the trees, one attended to the rocks and another saw to the bountiful berry bushes. Leif & the horse, however, had a much more important job.

The stone statue situated in the center of their commune came into view as he stepped away from the tents. This statute depicted their saviour, their Saint, their Shepherd: The Lamb. Their statue was a wonder to behold, and Leif was more than happy to pray at it each day. It was a fairly accurate depiction; short arms outstretched either side of them, a round head tilted back and that odd, black crown upon their head. Whoever had made it had even gotten The Lamb's smile right!

Leif was about to kneel and give praise to The Lamb when he heard a familiar, soothing jingle coming from the portal. Smiling with glee, Leif and the horse turned to watch as their leader came bounding down the stairs.

They were exactly what the statue showed; sheered arms and legs with smooth black skin beneath, a fluffy white pelt of wool around their torso and head but shaved back to show their face. There were two small horns on top of their hear, between which the crown was nestled. They wore nothing except a black collar with a golden bell and a red cape decorated with a white line a few inches off the rim. As always, they beamed right back and waved as they ran.

Much to Leif's delight, The Lamb came to a stop right before him.

"Good morning Shepherd!" Leif & the horse cheerfully said.

Their Shepherd did not reply with words, just a glowing smile and big, round eyes. It wasn't awfully rare for The Lamb to speak, but often they would stare straight through you, head bobbing back and forth as they thought of what to say. This time they blurted out:

"Who's a good dog?"

Leif's eyes lit up.

"Yes, you are!" The Shepherd grinned, reaching out to ruffle the biscuit-coloured tuft of fur on Leif's head.

It was a short-lived pet but his tail began wagging behind him immediately.

"Back to work, please!"

Leif turned to kneel before the statue, only for The Lamb's hand to reach out and take a hold of Leif's tattered robes.

"Not you!" They chirped.

With no further comment on what they were intending, The Lamb began to tug Leif towards the temple. The Lamb was perhaps less than five feet tall with a small, malnourished frame to match; Leif could have easily resisted but had no desire to do so. He would not even dream of going against The Shepherd's wishes.

The temple, a wooden, triangular shaped building painted red, had only recently been erected. They pushed past the curtain doors and into the darkness until they were close to the stage from which The Lamb preached the daily sermon. Back at the entrance, the sheets of fabric acting as the door closed on their own as if blown by an ominous wind. As they faced one another, Leif could have sworn that The Lamb's eyes had taken on a reddish tint. For the first time since arriving, Leif began to feel slightly unnerved.

"Is everything okay, my Shepherd?"

As calm as ever, the small sheep nodded and then spoke softly.

"I am sorry that there is not much opportunity to relieve all of your desires, Leif."

Soft tone or no, it was a chilling to hear someone else speak his secrets out loud. Leif had heard the others theorizing that The Shepherd could read minds; after all, they always seemed to know exactly what everyone wanted. Someone with less faith in The Shepherd might have taken this as evidence of such a power, but Leif adored The Lamb too much to believe in heresy so easily; perhaps he had spent too much time looking at the end of their cloak.

"I-i-uhh-My Shepherd, i-" Leif stammered.

"Please do not worry! Such carnal desires please The One Who Waits, you must indulge them!"

"My Shepherd, at your last sermon you said-"

"I know exactly what The One Who Waits wants!" They said with a tone that sounded almost like a growl. "And what you need."

Suddenly, The Lamb sunk to their knees before Leif. It felt so unnatural Leif became concerned that he would be struck down for blasphemy at any moment. Instead, The Lamb opened their delicate mouth and began lick their soft lips. Their small tongue wet the black skin, leaving a slight sheen wherever it touched.

"Disrobe for me." They ordered, looking up at Leif with innocent eyes. It was clear that they were not asking for permission. This was a gift, but it was also a command.

Leif did not hesitate. His nerves and apprehension had dissipated in an instant. Before his prophet could utter another word, he removed his red robes and tossed them into a pile somewhere in the dark. This left his plump sheath and fuzzy balls clearly on display for The Lamb. A devious glint appeared in their eyes. Their tongue rolled slowly over their lips one final time as their fingers began to wriggle.

Shuffling forwards, The Lamb brought their mouth to Leif's sheath. Extending their tongue down into its hidden depths, The Lamb rolled their tongue around causing Leif to twitch at the feeling of a heavenly soft tongue caressing parts of him that had never been touched. The Lamb was careful at first, delicate and caring so as to not overstimulate their worshipper. In secret they wanted to see the dog squirm and writhe but knew that this sinful corruption was best performed slow and gradual. They were already the master of Leif's mind, it would not be long before they were the master of his body too.

Gradually, the tip of Leif's canine cock slid into view. This roused a smirk from The Lamb who reached up to pet the dog's belly. Building arousal and the feeling of friendly petting dispelled the remaining nervousness from Leif's thoughts. His erection grew stronger as more and more inches came into view.

Soon five inches were out to play. The Shepherd curled their fingers around Leif's cock and used their thumb to rub at the underside of the sensitive flesh.

"Such a good boy..." They cooed as they pressed on his tapered tip.

Almost immediately, a string of pre-cum trickled out from his urethra. The Lamb watched as it ran down his length and just as it threatened to vanish into his sheath, The Lamb dove forwards and lapped it up with a single teasing lick. They rolled their tongue off the end of Leif's tip before bringing it back into their mouth to catch a better taste of his pre.

The Lamb didn't need to be able to read minds to know how much Leif was enjoying the teasing. He was shifting his legs to adjust his stance as a way of staving off the urge to thrust and take his Prophet's mouth. Tail wagging behind him, toes curling below him and fingers twitching either side of him; The Lamb knew that he had this one wrapped around their tongue, and they hadn't even taken him in their mouth yet. It was pathetic, but adorable.

Part of Leif wanted to reach out and fuss the wool between the horns on his Prophet's head, but when he met the eye of The Lamb's crown it was almost as if he couldn't move at all. His arms hung limp at his side as The Lamb traced the bottom side of his penis with their tongue. All he could do was bite his lip and slip deeper into his arousal until his knot had pushed free of his sheath. Six inches for his Shepherd, a tribute worthy of special treatment.

In one swift movement, The Lamb took the entirety of Leif's cock in his mouth. Leif's eyes widened as he sighed, only for him to then quickly squeeze both shut. The Lamb stole the opportunity to look up at their follower's twisted face of pleasure. Grinning, the Lamb pulled off and cupped a tight hand around Leif's cock. Their eyes glowed red as the magic of The One Who Waits flowed through them. They leaned forwards and planted a kiss on Leif's cock tip with a giggle.

The, as if nothing had happened, they hurried to dive back on and start sucking so that Leif would think the shiver he felt was nothing other than pleasure. The moment those soft lips were wrapped around his shaft he quickly brought his hands up to cover his mouth to muffle his squeals of delight. He watched with trembling eyes as The Lamb swallowed every inch with one swift movement, knot and all. Once it was all in, they looked up at Leif with stuffed cheeks. Their devilish eyes were quite the contrast against Leif's wide and unfocused gaze. Giving him a wink that he barely registered, they began to bob back and forth on his manhood.

Cupping Leif's balls, they used both thumbs to rub and stimulate the fuzzy sack. With each touch it grew tighter ass it clung closer to the dog's body. Unbeknownst to Leif, each delicate brush of The Lamb's fingers also served to help work his Prophet's blessing into his endowment. Enraptured by the sight of The Lamb sucking his cock to the base without gagging or coming up for air, Leif didn't notice that anything was different.

Whilst keeping Leif's member confined in the hot, tight wetness; The Lamb began to apply ministrations with his tongue. They used their tongue to caress and stroke the dog's cock in ways that he could have never imagined. It curved around the tip and wrapped over the sides before slowly devolving into something wilder.

The Lamb licked rapidly with their tongue and began to bob their head rapidly. The increase in speed with zero warning had Leif gasping and whimpering, noises which only served to encourage his prophet.

The dog wanted to start thrusting. Having his cock sucked with such swift, non-stop motions was beginning to erode away at his willpower; he just needed a little encouragement. Wrapping both hands around the back of Leif's thighs, The Lamb tapped and pushed him deeper into their mouth until he picked up on the hint. Just like that he began to thrust into his leader's face.

They were timid little humps as if he were being very careful not to tear the fabric of a silk pillowcase that he'd stuck his dick into. He did not yet want to plunder his prophet's mouth and achieve an orgasm for himself, his only desire was to do exactly what the Shepherd wanted until he was brought to his climax. In that case, The Lamb decided they would just have to keep going until Leif was desperate enough to forget his place.

Deep down, he already wanted to facefuck The Lamb. Each time he pushed his hips forwards his cock tip would spurt a little bit of pre cum, which The Lamb would eagerly swallow down. Strong, wet cocksucking slurps would sound out from their mouth as they sped up to coax more precum out for them to revel in the taste of.

The Lamb continued to keep the pace but widened their mouth and stilled their tongue to bring Leif as much pleasure as possible. Leif's whimpers soon turned needy, and his thrusting unconsciously hastened parallel to his own moans. Soon he was unknowingly thrusting faster than the speed The Lamb had set.

Eyes fluttering and his knot bulging, he slowly lost himself to the rut. Each thrust began to carry more force. His balls plapped against The Lamb's chin and the bell around their neck jingled from the momentum. Grasping outwards with his hands, he found the small horns on The Lamb's head and held onto them as he started to fuck their tight throat.

The Shepherd gurgled around it, bliss flowing through them as they relaxed and felt Leif's cock growing in their throat. At first it had barely tickled the back of their mouth, but now it was beginning to plunder their throat. Every time it penetrated forwards it reached further than before until eventually Leif moving his hips back all the way didn't even remove his cock from The Lamb's mouth.

Soon their tongue was pinned, and the lack of air had them feeling giddy. Spit dribbled from their mouth to soak Leif's length in saliva. More still rolled down their chin to drip to the floor. The self-respecting, egotistical cult leader side of them had been suppressed by lust and so they made no attempts to clean their chin. Instead, they thought of how best to put Leif's nine-inch cock to use. Perhaps he would sneak into the dog's tent and ride him tonight to see how depraved the dog would become upon seeing his schlong bulging The Lamb's belly.

With these thoughts plaguing their mind, The Lamb could resist no longer. Lifting their cloak, they allowed their cock to fall free from where they had hidden it. Leif caught sight of the twelve inch monster from the corner of his eye and was overcome with the need to worship it like The Prophet had been attending to his. It was then when he heard, and felt, how The Lamb mewled around his cock and knew in that moment that they were enjoying this more than anything else he could do to them. He continued to slide in and out as The Lamb began to stroke their own cock.

From the tip of their uncut cock to the base, they ran long and flowing movements up and down the length. It ended with a rolling flick of the wrist to tease their head. A copious amount of precum began to leak from the tip, which The Lamb quickly used to lube up their cock until the black skin was shining like Leif's spit-slick prick.

With their dick now lubricated, they hurriedly began to fap and jerk to catch up to Leif. The Lamb could hear the dog's thoughts; his constant curses to himself as he begged himself not to cum so quickly. His body was quite obviously going to betray him. His penis was throbbing inside of their mouth, his balls had pulled tight to his body and his left foot was beginning to tap as his tail wagged faster and his toes began to curl.

Suddenly, Leif pulled out and staggered back. His cock was excessively hard and visibly leaking. It had grown to perhaps twelve or thirteen inches of red and purple veiny manhood. As he wrapped both hands of his and began to pump, his cumslit flared. He was going to spill his seed over his Prophet's face. He was going to waste it. With a demonic, unprecedented fury The Lamb commanded:

"FILL ME WITH YOUR DEVOTION!"

They practically threw themselves upon it in order to swallow it down to the knot. Leif thrusted as his cock vanished inside The Lamb's mouth and in the blink of his eye his inflated knot was inside of the Shepherd's mouth. Their cheeks and throat bulged obscenely as their lips locked around the bulb to take all of Leif's orgasm.

The pleasure that had been building in Leif's aching loins burst and a torrent of dog cum flooded forth from the broken dam. Wave after wave of the cummy deluge poured into The Lamb's mouth. It tasted sweet and delicious on their tongue and so they swallowed and gulped each and every last one of the cumshots. Some sprayed against the back of their throat to dribble down into their stomach, whilst most of it poured out onto their tongue; this allowed them to savour the taste, something they were grateful for.

Leif couldn't stop howling with pleasure. He had started to throw his hands up in an attempt to cover his face, but the orgasm had started too soon and so instead he held them limp against his face as he whimpered. He was being so very vocal for his Prophet. Good, let the whole community know that this was the reward for good behaviour.

Down below, The Lamb continued to jerk at their own cock until they began to paint the floorboards with their own seed. It splattered over Leif's ankles and the wood, only for the last pumps to end up in the fur of their chest as they let go of the base of their cock in the final moments of pleasure. It, with their legs still shaking, slapped up against their belly.

The Lamb did not stop sucking even as Leif's orgasm began to fade. His knees buckled as he collapsed down into the puddle of cum that his prophet had left. Still The Lamb continued to suck and suck as Leif wailed into the palms of his hands. Only when they could no longer taste his cum on their lips did The Lamb pull off with a lewd slurp.

Leif remained moaning on the ground as The Lamb brushed their knees off, adjusted their cape and went skipping towards the door.

"I'd clean up fast if I were you! Today's sermon starts in ten!"

Groaning, Leif reached down to their prick and began to stroke at their length. It was twice the size it had been just minutes ago, a fact that they could barely comprehend. At the very least, he understood that he had 9 minutes to get familiar with this new, dark, wonderful gift.