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Ruffs, Damian thought, as he looked at his reflection. It shouldn't bother him, he knew; age meant little these days, and soon it would mean even less for him. And yet... he missed the unending vitality he felt during his imprisonment.

He smiled. If his father and uncles had known the power in the hearth would be so much as to push him out of his body, allow him to possess people within it and travel to anyone he was connected to, he was confident they wouldn't have imprisoned him there.

But if they hadn't, if they'd just killed him, he wouldn't have attracted Sahataan's attention, and wouldn't be here now.

You were already mine, Damian, never fear. Sahataan said, unseen, unfelt, but there, connected to him.

Damian shifted his thought behind the mental wall he'd erected over the last two days and cursed. He detested that Sahataan was right there, in his mind. The previous god he'd followed might not have provided the power Damian had craved, but at least he hadn't intruded on his every thought.

When Sahataan didn't comment, he relaxed. The wall worked. Now he'd have a modicum of privacy. He would go insane if he couldn't keep some thoughts to himself, and after close to twenty years spent that way, he had no interest in revisiting that state of mind.

He pulled himself away from the sink, made sure the towel around his waist as securely in place, and mixed in with the naked men milling around, talking jovially, checking each other out, groping each other.

Damian wasn't the only one with a towel, but he was in the minority. The others who did so had a subdued attitude. Not submissive, those were just as buoyant as most, they simply kept their hands to themselves until approval was given. He wouldn't normally do wear the towel, but he had to keep the tight underwear on to hold his package in place, and underwear were definitely frowned on. This was a bathhouse, sex should be available with a yank, not a working on removing clothing.

Outside the shower room the noise level dropped with the light intensity. The halls were only bright enough to see where you were going and the other men walking, but cast enough shadows that if they wanted, they could use those to hid what they were doing.

Damian shook his head. Seeking privacy in a bathhouse was an oxymoron to him. But then his family never bother with privacy when seeking their pleasure. Still it stop well of the establishment he'd picked that they still kept the shy ones in mind.

The men he walked by didn't catch his interest. Too short, too long and thin or plain too thick. What he was looking for wouldn't be quick to find, all the best cocks would be occupied. It would take a mix of qualities for when he wanted to be available, so he walked, shyly declining invitations to service someone who didn't fit his criteria. He had time, and money to extend his stay here for as long as he wanted.

When he found the cock he wanted, it was attached to a lion seated on a bed in a small room, door open. His legs spread, him slowly jerking himself. He wasn't looking to cum that way, just maintain his erection so everyone could see his thick nine-incher.

The man was muscular, but ugly. There a lack of symmetry in his body that was jarring, but it wasn't why he was ignored, not with a cock like that. It was the mean eyes that promised something other than pleasure if he got his way.

Damian looked the man up and nervously licked his lips when their eyes met. He considered giving himself an erection to show his interest, but remembered the condition of his equipment before he wasted the time.

The lion smiled, showing teeth, almost snarled with pleasure and crooked his fingers at him.

Damian obeyed. He entered the room and didn't bother closing the door. His made his breathing come shallowly. His hands tremble, then went to his knees between the man's legs. The only instruction the man gave was in the form of removing his hand from his cock.

Damian rubbed his muzzle against the thick shaft. It was hot and had the pungent scent of dried precum. He'd been here a long time, waiting for someone to crave his cock. And Damian carved it. He licked it clean, used a hand to massage the heavy balls that came with it, and then swallowed it to the man's loud moan.

Damian play his role. When he wasn't bobbing up and down on the cock, he rubbed it against his muzzle, his face, his neck. When he looked in the man's eyes, he didn't hide how badly he wanted it, before swallowing it again, feeling the veins move on his lips as it went in.

He didn't take control of the situation, not totally. When the lion grabbed his head and bucked his hips, Damian used his strength to move enough the lion couldn't get off, but not so much to register protest. He wanted to the lion to cum, simply not yet. This had to be as mind-blowing and orgasm as Damian could arrange, he owed him at least that.

After fifteen minutes of denying him, Damian relinquished all control, and the lion fucked his muzzle hard. Within seconds let out a roar.

Damian was caught by surprise with how much cum came. The man was quite the gusher, but he adjusted, and swallowed. When it stopped, he continued suckling on it, prolonging the man's moaning, amidst the panting.

When finally he released the soft cock Damian was please to see it hung as long and thick. He liked a shower of a cock. He smiled at the lion.

"That's quite the mouth you have." His voice was low, gravelly, and Damian gave himself the appropriate shiver.

"Maybe we could go to my hotel room?" Damian said shyly. "My mouth is the least of my talents."

The man smiled, a nasty thing that had probably chased most men out of his bed. "Is that so? I can wreck that ass of yours here as well as there. Why bother moving?"

"For one thing," Damian gave a sweet smile, "I don't think you can get it up just yet. Like you said, my mouth is talented."

The man shrugged. "There's other things I can do with you in the meantime. I'm not so selfish I'll ignore what you need." He reached down between them and Damian caught his hand, stopping him while looking away, making himself blush in shame.

"Fuck, tell me you aren't one of those cunt guys?"

The rage in Damian's eyes when he glared at the man was real and completely at odds with the shy demeanor he'd given himself, but he couldn't help it. How dare he!

"Hey," the lion said, raising his hand and smiling, "didn't mean any offense. I got nothing against those guys, they're just not for me. Know what I mean? I'm not going to suck it, but I like to feel it in my hand."

Damian remembered himself, why he was here. What he wanted and made the anger fade away, formed a genuine smile in his place and crawled up, making his underwear and towel package rub against the man's soft cock. "Feel that?"

The man placed a meaty hand on Damian's ass and squeezed. Damian moaned.

"If we go to my room," he whispered, rubbing his muzzle against the lion's scarred one. "I will do so much more for you. I'll let you do so much more to me." His eyes glimmered with promises.

"More?" the lion growled, the tone a promise of pain, humiliation.

"Things this place would never allow you to do to me." He moved his muzzle to the lion's ear and whispered. "Anything you want." He felt the cock pulse against his leg, then wince as the lion grabbed a handful of headfur and pulled him away.

"We got to your place and you don't get to stop me, no safe word, no walking away." His smile was vicious now. "I'm going to wreck a lot more than your ass. There isn't one spot on your body that I won't touch."

Damian made his voice breathless. "Oh yes, please. Let me show you just how amazing a night we me can be."

"Oh, you're not going to feel that way by the time I'm done with you," the lion promised.

* * * * *

Damian looked at the sleeping lion stretched on the hotel bed, arms and legs tied to the posts. He'd picked this expensive room just for the bed. He moved closer, twirling the knife in his hand as he studied the marks he'd made around the lion's groin. He lifted the balls to study those under them. Perfect. Now all he needed to do was wait for the lion to wake up.

Drugging him had been too easy. He'd handed him the prepared water bottle from the mini-fridge, telling the lion he didn't want them to have to stop in the middle to rehydrate, and the idiot had downed it.

"This is a waste of the power I granted you." the voice was deep, resonant, full of promise, but indistinct as to what exactly it promised. Power? Pain?

Damian retreated behind the mental wall as he turned. Sahataan didn't have a form, he was a god after all, but Damian's mind couldn't handle such an entity so it gave him a form, indistinct, but roughly like him. Taller, more imposing, undetermined species. Damian didn't need more than that to maintain his sanity.

"A waste?" Damian growled, the anger coming back. "Look at me! Look at what those to did to me!" he indicated his going, the mass of scars, the lack of anything but a hole for him to piss through. "They [disfigured?] me! I was supposed to be whole when you brought me back."

"What was there was remade."

"Yeah? Well I'm going to get the rest of it myself before I do anything else. What are you going to do about it?"

Damian dropped to his knees, the pain so strong he almost cried out.

"I will remind you that I am your god. You will address me with the respect I am due."

"I'm sorry," Damian said, or though on the outside of the wall, he couldn't tell. But he'd gotten the confirmation he'd wanted. Sahataan had his claws into him. Pain came with disobedience. He'd have to walk a careful line.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, now certain he'd said it out loud as the pain receded. "I'm part of the living, not like you," he implored. "I... I'm flaws, I need to be complete and that is part of it. I'm sorry, it's in my nature. I'm an Orr. I was--"

"You are my servant now!"

The words his Damian like a blow, but no pain came with them. "But I was raised as His, that belonging to the thief. I can't shed all that was ingrained in me in just one instant because it's no longer needed."

Damian slowly stood and carefully partitioned his thoughts. He couldn't let this being see everything in his mind, but there had to be something, or he'd go looking and Damian didn't think his mental wall could survive a direct assault by a god.

"And maybe it will be of use to me again."

"You think that I will allow you to waste your time with His pursuits?"

"No, of course not," Damian said, letting his fabricated hopes and dreams slip through the wall. "But what about after?"

The entity studied him. The face didn't change, but Damian felt him rummage through the images. "What do you mean?"

"The thief is the god of more than the blood he took from you. He is lust, sex. Will you take that into yourself too?"

He felt the surprised and behind the mental wall Damian sneered. This should be a god, and yet he'd been so consumed by his need for revenge he hadn't thought beyond it. It was such a mundane flaw it angered him. He'd expected more from this being. Maybe it was being so reduced in power that had made him more like the living. Or maybe he was this flaws from the start. Damian couldn't know, and he didn't care, but the idea he was expected to serve such a flawed being rankled.

"What will you do with that lust? Will you lay with the men of this world? Will you sacrifice your main duties to see to something so distasteful to you?"

Sahataan regarded him. Damian felt him search his mind, and he provided him with more details. How he didn't think he could endure an eternity without ever having sex again, memories of his cock pushing into asses. His craving for more.

"You." Sahataan paused, considered. "You expect me to give you that power, that dominion."

"I'm your servant, Sahataan. I will accomplish your revenge, but can you be satisfied with a mere moral as your champion?" Damian gave him a hungry smile, he didn't bother hiding the attempt at manipulation. "Wouldn't you rather have a god serve you?"

And Sahataan beamed as the implications settled in.

"All that would be mine would still be yours," Damian promised, "But you wouldn't have to take time away from gathering your power from all the sacrifices that would be made. While I gathered from those who would worship me, encourage them, and send that power along to you, without you having to do any of the work."

Sahataan's 'gaze' fell on him, hungry. "Yes," the word was rasped.

Greed. Such a mundane fault, Damian thought. And this god fell victim to it. How disappointing.

A groan came from the bed. "What?" the word mangled almost beyond recognition.

Damian turned to watched the lion, feeling Sahataan's presence against his back. The lion tried to sit up, realized he was bound and fought against them. "What the fuck?"

"Let me take what I need from him," Damian said. "It's so little in the overall scheme, and it fills my mortal vanity. I will sacrifice the rest of him to you. In your name, your honor. He will be the first sacrifice of so many, he will announce your return to power, send the bowshot to the thief. Put him on notice, that his time is at hand."

Yes, came Sahataan's reply, wholly mental now, but still filled with need. Need for vengeance, for greed, for power. Flaws no god should ever have, but of which Damian would take advantage of without hesitation.

"Untie me!" the lion roared.

Damian smiled. Another reason he'd paid top money for this room in this hotel, was that it was wholly soundproofed. This would be loud after all.

"I don't think so. I can't have you leaving before I'm done." Damian twirled the knife. "After all, I have promised you to someone very dear to me." He climbed the bed, between the man's legs. He cut his hand and bled over the marks surrounding the lion's groin, then wipe his bloody hand over the matching marks around the scars where his cock and balls used to be. He pushed power into them and they flashed.

The lion gasp as pleasure coursed through his cock and it became erect.

"Yes," Damian hissed. "So beautiful." He smiled. "I will wear it with pride." And carefully he cut around the lion's marks.