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When mortals considered the pinnacle of strength, Sulfur was the first and only god to come to mind. Little did they know, he wasn't exactly the strongest of gods, but it was hard to see otherwise when he could erupt volcanos across the globe with a snap of his finger, a yawn, or a sneer. His clouded onyx scales were a testament to what he could do to an ordinary clear blue sky at the slightest hint of irritation while his bolstering height and the spines down his back and his tail's length were a clear show of his willingness to fight should it be necessary. Despite his appearance, a nightmare to those who opposed him, his softly glowing silvery eyes and typical expression told the story of a true noble in the form of a god who knew what he deserved and didn't hesitate to take what was his.

It wasn't much of a wonder why Rayne's mind went blank when faced with her most difficult decision yet: face two gods who hated Dane or hide beneath Sulfur's wings long enough for him to decide whether he wanted to sample her for himself...

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Compared to the other rooms within the Haven, Sulfur's room was as regal as regal could be. From the gold-trimmed burgundy curtains funneling just enough light into the moderately large chamber to the polished blackwood work desk and bedframes, every ounce of space separated his sense of style from the usual god's. His feet sank softly into the lavish, black, velvety carpet as he led Rayne into the room, gently closing the door behind him before he unfurled his wings. He silently folded his wings behind his back before focusing on Rayne, who stood barefoot before him, her back facing his bed, but her face turned away from him.

Sulfur didn't speak, stepping toward her, but only close enough to reach the large gold-edged chair at his desk with his tail. Only a moment later he slid it toward him, stopping it just behind him before slowly taking his seat. Even sitting down, the solid 9 and a few inch dragon god towered over Rayne, so much, in fact, that anyone who opened the door wouldn't have been able to see an ounce of her figure before him. Fortunately, Rayne didn't want to be seen and Sulfur didn't wish to share a sight like Rayne with anyone else.

"You may sit, if you wish."

Rayne continued to look away, her toes popping as she balanced herself before reaching behind herself and grabbing up her hair. She pulled it around to her side and ran her fingers through the shimmering snow white cascade of beauty as she sat down, slowly sinking into the cloudlike bed embroidered in the same shade of gold as the curtains. Eventually her descent into the mattress slowed to a stop and her toes twitched, unable to touch solid ground. She tried not to speak, but couldn't help it.

"Thanks..." Her sight swept across Sulfur's long tail and settled on its tip. The room's silence was almost mind-numbing, and feeling his gaze gently grope her figure didn't help in the slightest. More than awkward, however, she felt grateful, indebted, even. After a moment she turned to face her savior, finding him focused on her breasts, leaving her face almost reddened.

Mid-stare Sulfur looked from Rayne's breasts to her face, meeting her gaze, but not looking away or showing a hint of guilt. "Your new form is stunning, Dane."

Rayne held her breath, almost wishing that she had been caught by Dronn and Koza. At the very least, she knew what to expect from them...they hated her, for whatever reason. She let out her breath in the form of a sigh, looking away for a second before looking back to Sulfur's eyes. "As much as I hate the name, call me Rayne...while I'm like this, at least..."

Sulfur nodded, raising the tip of his tail before lowering it back to the carpet, shortly afterward he stood up. Instinctively, Rayne's eyes grew wide and she fumbled backward no more than an inch, barely managing to stay upright on the cloudlike bed. With a quiet, feminine grunt she sank her nails into the bedding at her sides, sitting up fully as Sulfur continued to approach only to stop a single step away from her. The next thing to happen was the last she expected, Sulfur fell down to one knee before her.

"You're beauty is stunning, Rayne." He reached down, gently grabbing one of Rayne's bare feet, caressing its sole until she jerked back and out of his grip. "The most stunning thing to ever grace my sight alone."

Rayne gasped softly, her palms sweaty and one of her heels pulled up onto the bed with the other hanging loosely below her, trembling. Why was this happening?"S-Sulfur, I-" Speaking had gone from hard to nearly impossible, and the deafening silence had soon filled with the sound of her racing heart.

Sulfur scooted forward in a single, swift motion, standing up and before Rayne. His approach was smooth and fluid like a puff of fog rolling over an ocean. He didn't waste a single move, from the delicate flick of his tail to the twitch of his wing, everything seemed purposeful, effortlessly flawless, even. If he wasn't perfection, Rayne wasn't sure what was.

Her new keeper leaned over her as she fell to her back, slipping her heel off of the bed to make room for him above her. His claws slowly fell to her sides, gripping her body gently, groping her figure beneath her clothes with unparalleled grace. She fumbled around beneath him, softly squealing, gritting her teeth to obstruct longing moans that managed to escape anyway. As she twisted and turned, Sulfur gently slipped off her clothes, unobstructed by her arms or lustful swaying to and fro.

"You've a lovely contour." He pulled back, letting her baggy shirt stop just under her nipples and leaving her pants unbuttoned, showing her lace-trimmed pink underwear. Pulling them off would have been far too easy, but not fulfilling in the slightest. Looking down to Rayne's expression, her beautiful, flawless face adorably twisted with desire just as uncontrollable as his own, he slipped two fingers into each of her hands. Despite her size, her strength was truly something to behold, leaving his blanket crumpled as she mashed his fingers together. He left her weightless as he stood her up in front of the bed, eventually stepping back once more, standing up fully to tower over her.

She _knew_exactly what he wanted, it didn't take mind reading or hand gestures. Without a single word, even, Rayne crossed her arms and gripped the bottom of her shirt, catching it just before it fell to cover her breasts once more. In a single fluid motion, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her sizable breasts and unblemished lightened skin, leaving nothing to be wondered, but everything to be desired. Sulfur's claws twitched at the sight, she could see his lips grow dry as he looked hard, fine-tuning his lust with unparalleled constraint.

Slowly and surely, Rayne turned around. She knew exactly what he wanted, and couldn't help but comply. Everything was so much different this time, and somehow, Sulfur left nothing to be desired between the two of them. The emotion was there, the desire, the light humidity and regality of their surroundings almost gave the impression that this moment was carefully constructed just for them. Rayne shook her head, taking a deep breath as she reached back for her hair, draping it front of her over her shoulder. What horrible timing for such trivial thoughts.

Her hands met the sides of her pants as she leaned forward, slightly bending over as she dropped her pants, stopping them at her thighs only to grip her panties. The following sight was just enough to convince Sulfur to loose his tongue from maw and his member from its sheath, rewriting his definition of perfection. Shortly afterward he scooted forward behind her, reaching around her and gently raising up her breasts. He pulled her back into his broad, scaly chest, sliding her down his figure until his thick member was nestled between her thighs.

Rayne gasped softly as Sulfur's member throbbed harder and harder against her sex. His powerful hands and razor sharp claws delicately laced every curve on her body, giving life to soft squirms and inaudible moans to gods she didn't even believe in. It wasn't long before the room overflowed with a scent that Sulfur couldn't describe, but wouldn't forget for eternities to come.

"Rayne..." He spoke her name softly, religiously, even, as her crystalline excitement coated his darkened red member. He returned her show of excitement, dimpling her soft breasts with the tips of his claws and leaving precum to ball up at the tip of his member before running down its underside. "Stand up..."

She found it hard, almost impossible to move her body, but she forced it to, fumbling over Sulfur's member and onto her hands and knees. It didn't occur, even for a moment, that anyone else would have been embarrassed at the thought of tripping over a dick, her mind was almost blank as she picked herself up and slowly started to bend over. For something she had never done of her own choice during her meager time as a female, it was all almost second nature to her. It wasn't very long afterward that Sulfur joined her at the side of the bed, squatting down awkwardly behind her with a hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip to line himself up with her sex.

Just before he pushed forward to start his conquest, the size difference between the two of them sparked through his mind. In comparison to her, at least, he was huge, monstrous even...at the same time, it wasn't just any 'human' he had bent over the bedside. As one that was previously named Dane, he was more than confident that Rayne could take it, though he was even more confident in the idea that Kzeka would never create a toy that he himself couldn't play with. Following a deep breath and a shake of his head, Sulfur narrowed his eyes, pressing the tip of his member against Rayne's folds. He leaned forward and ran his forked ear along the outside of her right ear, a short lick of confidence.

"Grab the covers. Tight." She did as she was told and it wasn't long afterward that Sulfur's breath, which came out as a puff of fog, rolled over her back. He moved his hand from her shoulder, running his claws down her back and across her compact frame before he met her waist, squeezing it tight. Rayne moaned the most beautiful moan he'd ever heard before in his life, sending every nerve in his body ablaze before he slowly pushed forward.

His approach was peaceful, almost too peaceful for him to be a god of such strength and sovereignty, but no amount of delicacy could make Rayne ignore their difference in size. She called out in pain as he slowly made her his own, easing his way inside with a rather lavish flow of her crystalline fluids, making a mess of the floors and the side of the bed without an ounce of subtlety. Her teeth grit together as Sulfur's cock redefined her body, stretching out her insides and rushing shocks of pain and pleasure all over her body. Eventually, Sulfur's approach stopped and his pelvis met her shapely ass, leaving them both panting as Sulfur looked down to Rayne with a narrowed, blurred gaze.

Not very long after, Sulfur challenged Rayne's body's desire to hold onto him, pulling back against her grip and pushing forward. The smack of their bodies together left Sulfur to grunt quietly, almost kingly in contrast to Rayne's loud moans. He body grew limp below him, but his grip only became tighter and his claws found purchase in the floor as he found his groove, forcing his cock into her depths without an ounce of resistance. He softly growled all the while, narrowing his eyes to mirror the look of a wild predator, but Rayne couldn't see his face, she didn't even try as she slowly, but surely regained control of her body.

"A-Ah...!" She wasn't sure why, but every ounce of her mind and every inch of her body ran wild at the feel of being stretched so brutally. The way his throbbing cock tickled every piece of her insides, left her moaning too loud to even think. Caught in a fit of moans and panting, clenching and groping, Rayne threw herself back against him, as hard as she could. She didn't deny any of her pleasure, shutting her eyes tight and submitting herself to Sulfur's reign.

Just as Sulfur caught his stride he warned Rayne of his impending release, squeezing harder on her waist and rolling a puff of fog over her back once more. He pulled her further into his pelvis, shutting his eyes tight and desperately attempting to hold onto his release, one that had been heavily awaited for what seemed like centuries, but for the first time in a long while, he failed, starting a loud roar, but stifling it into a stout grunt. The moment afterward was filled with echoes of Rayne's scream, a testament to Sulfur's greatness as her orgasm rushed past his cock, soaking the covers at his bed's sides and the floors, shining his scales with her fluids as he returned the favor, making Rayne his own with his own monstrous orgasm.

Somewhere along the line, Rayne's legs went out and Sulfur held her up by her waist, settling down on his knees before letting Rayne use his pelvis as a seat. She moaned loud once more at the feel of Sulfur's tip reaching her very depths, then once more at the feel of his thick, sticky seed rushing out of her sex and filling the air with a scent she never would have considered delicious in her previous gender. She couldn't help but smile, finding a sudden, peculiar, sense of enjoyment in this new form.

After both of their orgasms had drawn to a close, leaving Sulfur panting deeper than she ever had before, his cock throbbing hard, and the floor far from "simply wet". Despite what looked like the perfect introduction to a second round, Sulfur looked far from excited or even satisfied with their previous round. The sight almost brought a smile to Rayne's face, she knew why he wasn't very happy, and had no intentions if letting him stay that way.

Rayne looked up to Sulfur, reaching up and touching the side of his face, convincing him to look to her by touch alone. "Something wrong?" She wanted to call him "love" afterward, but even as a female, the fact that she'd eventually return to Dane almost made it seem a little strange for her.

Sulfur looked down to her with a frown. He looked away for a moment before looking back, making direct eye contact as he moved his hands along her figure, stopping them both on her small belly. Suddenly, his frown cleared up and he shook his head. He never had a problem expressing himself before, but somehow, this time was almost impossible. There wasn't an excuse for how much trouble he had holding back, and as a god, asking for a second chance was out of the question. He sighed and turned away; he didn't deserve one.

As Sulfur argued with himself, Rayne rolled her eyes and a smirk overtook her expression. She pressed her hand against the side of his face once more before turning him to face her, shifting her expression from that of a smirk, to a calm smile. "Don't worry, Sulfur...we've an entire day ahead of us."

***Author's Note***

What started off as an attempt of a short, super fun write to stretch the normal amount of detail that I use on scenery and imagery eventually turned into a long, tedious write that I was trying to complete between long sessions of school work and a quickly approaching trip out of state. It didn't turn out terrible, though the ending was noticeably rushed. All in all, it wasn't a terrible write, though reading over it and touching up a few places here and there, I can't help but roll my eyes at how cliché this feels. What can I say though? Next time for sure!