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The God Seed

The slaps rang out through the cave, echoing against the walls, the soft but reluctant moans following close behind. I tightened my grip against the otter's neck fur, grunting myself. We were deep beneath the mountain now, but still I felt a cold breeze brush my legs. The smell of damp cave and otter musk was palpable, and as I thrust again it was all I could do to drink it in. I bent forward and pushed my snout into the otter's back, inhaling ecstatically as I felt my knot slapping up against the entrance to his tailhole, his rear already dripping with my sweet pre. I straightened up, picking up the pace, the tight entrance quivering, the otter trying his best not to enjoy me.

"Are you ready for it?" I whispered, and I felt him shake his head. He was bent over on his knees, head bowed with shame, his ass cheeks slapping back into me. "Can't lie to me..." I laughed, reaching around his waist and gripping his slick cock. He couldn't stop a gasp from escaping as I slid my fingers down his hard length, letting the ends of them slip inside his sheath. I let them trace back up the thick dick, pinching the very tip, running my thumb over the slit. He groaned.

"Please... we can't..." He said between short grunts, each one of my thrusts pushing a little more of my knot within him. "It's forbidden! You don't know... ungh... what you're doing!"

I laughed.

"That's what Paldron, Marcaine, Arturius, and Ellison all said too!"

"You-ah-you mounted all of them?" I nodded, though his eyes were locked forward. "So... only..."

"Shut up," I hissed, crying out as I shoved my knot through his hole. It popped through, pushing against his walls and tearing a long cry from his lips. His head went down as I hilted, my fist furiously stroking his cock. The entire cave shook with the power of his orgasm, his hot cum shooting onto my paw, pillars of stone ripping themselves from the ground only a few metres away from us.

"Fuuuck" The otter cried, grounding his hips against mine, as my orgasm hit. My balls tightened up and I started shooting, my entire body shuddering as I emptied rope after rope into his tailhole, my knot locking it all inside him. I have always been blessed with enormous loads, and I could already feel his insides tightening up.

Eventually we stopped, still locked together, the otter breathing heavily. With a soft grunt I tugged myself free, gazing back at the stretched hole I'd left behind, my cum dribbling down his legs. The naked otter collapsed on his belly, and I felt myself reinvigorated. Light and warmth seemed to flow through, a calming sensation beginning with my balls and flowing up, my body gaining a deep sense of the mountain around me. It was the same every time I reached one - at first they fought me, and though each one's power was greater than the last, as I too grew stronger it became more and more difficult for them to resist me.

I am the God fucker, and you may have heard of me. If not, well, it's all in the name.

"Who was the best?" The otter mumbled shyly, rolling onto his back and wiping up some of his own cum from his sheath. His voice was easy and submissive now, as they all were afterwards. Gods are not beings meant to be dominated, and taking them by force as I did seems to alter them somehow. "Out of our number, who was the best?" They were always so eager to please me afterward, so consistently aroused, a kind of loose enslavement entangling their senses. Presently, the Mountain God stared at me, somewhat dreamily.

I could take him again, I suppose, force my cock down his throat this time maybe; I knew it would feel good, but not the same. It was never as good as the first time - it lacked their struggle and shame, their half-hearted attempts to resist me hobbled by ancient wards I had learned long ago. I am three hundred years old, and I have now fucked every God but one. Each one that I take adds decades to my life, it reinvigorates me, breathing new life into my tired form.

"I took Paldron first. That was something." I mused, wiping my sticky paw on the reddish brown fur of my well-toned thigh. Water dripped somewhere in the caves, a slow but steady tempo to our talk. I always liked to talk afterwards, I'm a great fucker, and the Gods love to learn all they can of me. "I had him a long time, I don't think he was ever expecting it to happen." I explained. Paldron was the God of Sage, a wise and surprisingly spry deer.

"How? How did you take him?" The Mountain God asked me, the tip of his pink cock poking free of his sheath already.

Gods are horny bastards. Left unchecked, all they do to us mortals is mount us or kill us, submitting our kind to their games and feeble whims.

"I was once a farmer, you know." I said slowly, licking my lips. "I had a brother, friends. We mostly grew potatoes, and had a few ferals too. That ended when Marcaine flooded my village, a huge storm, it just... came out of nowhere." I learned later that was because Paldron favoured us, and he had resisted Marcaine's advances. The God of Storms had thrown a fit, and we lost our livelihood in the tantrum of an eleven-century old being. It seemed so long ago now.

"I see." The Mountain God said, now on his knees, one of his paws absently playing with his cock, the soft flesh slowly exposing itself.

"The only survivor of the flood, I took myself to the woods, to pray to Paldron. I didn't understand how you all worked back then, I made a simple ward and called for his aid." I smiled softly, so very long ago. "He came, but I had made three simple mistakes. Instead of summoning only his essence, I brought the Sage God to my woods in his entirety, sealing him there. He appeared nearly naked, and it had been... so long."

"And then you took him?" The otter was eager, his penis free of the sheath, his fingers dancing along its length. I am a wolf, and who mounts whom is very important to me, and was always a key component of my life in the old village. I've always been strong, clever, witty and likeable. I have never been mounted, and all who enjoy my cock grinding within them are made better for it. None of the Gods I had taken so far had been wolves, and the mystery of their changed demeanour after I mount them continues to elude me. It is always this way after; vague arousal, followed by a desire to please me, and a burning want to have me pleasure them.

But we rarely get what we want.

"No, at first I kept him there. I asked advice like we had in the past, not sure what to do with him, but reluctant to break my broken ward." I explained. "Eventually Paldron must have become desperate. For a Sage, he made a very ill-advised choice. He offered his body to me, told me that the seed of a God could save me from the damage done in the flood." I always enjoyed telling this story, I revelled in the awe on my conquests' faces as they realised who and what they were dealing with.

I am the God fucker. I have the will of iron, and all the eternal will bend to me, eventually. I was the most attractive breeding male in my old village, strong even then. Soon I will be invincible, and have the whole world offer itself to me, that is if I didn't destroy it in the process.

"I took him from behind, by the antlers." I said, the Mountain God now working at his shaft, his breath coming in short gasps. It was fun to watch, but I knew from experience that body had no more magic left for me. I wanted more than he could give, I needed it, my body screaming at me; I might be the one doing the mounting, but I knew I couldn't stop if I'd tried. "He cried out, but my wards had trapped him. We tied, and I filled him with my cum and drank of his." I held up my paws. "Here we are."

The otter came again, long strands of white spraying from his tip, bubbling up and dribbling over his dick, sliding down and falling from his heavy balls.

"Please..." He hissed as the story finished. "Again, again!" He began to crawl toward me, but I stood, hefting my axe. The old wards were inked into the flesh of my paw, and I held it out.

"Back. We're finished." I explained. "Find another mortal to mount you."

"Do you know what you've done?" He whispered, a sudden moment of lucidity swimming to his wanting eyes, slight slivers of cum still leaking from his sheath.

"I do." I replied. "I took Marcaine after Paldron, made him beg for me, I made him my slave. Marcaine stayed with me for ten years, and I took him every few months. Look outside Stentor," I offered, waving my paw. "The Storms have obeyed nothing since then, it's chaos. Since I had Ellison with his feet to the sky, crops have not grown the same, and pups have been born malformed! I've known since I took Paldron and saw the old ways began to fade from the world; I'm not as old as you, Mountain God, but I am still old."

"Are you to go on then, to Rainier?" He asked. A slight expression of resistance had crossed his face, and I was half tempted to take him again, my sheath stirring. The Mountain God had put up a good fight, but it was time to move on.

"I am."

"Take me with you!" He cried suddenly, clinging to my leg as I walked past. I shook myself free, disappointed that his rebellion had lasted so little time. "I'll be collared, I'll follow you to the top of the world! Just take me one more time, just let me--"

"I didn't need anyone to get here, and I don't need you to get up there." And I pressed on, pulling my trousers on, slipping my tunic back over my head. I made it about four steps before he was at my side again.

"Rainier isn't like the rest of us!" Stentor explained, trailing along. His still-hard pink dick swayed with each step, one paw tugging at his balls. "He lives in the eye of a tempest, controls all, his realm of dominion is us, not an aspect of reality!" I paused, looking at the otter, his dopey post-mount eyes locked on mine.

"That's more than most of the others have told me." I replied. "At least about Rainier."

"He has totems, guardians that watch his path - the only way up. When he demands power, which is admittedly rare, he borrows it from one of us. He doesn't obey the same laws, and I don't even know if the old wards will protect you from him... as it did me." The Mountain God explained. I looked past him, back the way I'd first come. Splintered pillars of rock where he tried to kill me lay in the path, all blown awry.

I ran a paw over the faded ward inked into my belly. "This may be easier than I thought." I said, grinning.

"What..." Stentor's face fell, and he struggled to keep up with me. "Please, no, I don't want to be alone... just one more time... Rainier will kill you!"

"You say his power comes from all of you, from the lesser Gods." I chuckled, glancing back. "But I've already taken each one of you! Your power is mine." I leaned in close, placing one paw firmly on the otter's chest. I thought briefly about fucking him once more - it'd feel good, but it would be nothing like that electrifying finish I had the first time, nothing even close to the utter bliss I felt as I filled him. Better to move on, towards my final conquest. The otter bit his lip, listening to my every word. "I will get to the top of the world, mark me now. I will mount the God of Gods, and my final climax will shake the Earth, and quite possibly bring the heavens down upon us. I don't need you, I don't need anything or anyone, I just need to fulfil my role - and you already know who I am Stentor, don't you?" And I whirled, beginning my climb up the narrow cave walls.

"The God fucker." The otter muttered, still fumbling with himself, his longing gaze following my form.

I climbed for what felt like days. How much time passed as I dug my way out of the cragged Earth I couldn't say, but the irony of a Mountain God choosing to hide that deep underground was not lost on me. Lesser, weaker men would never have made the journey out of there. There was no rest, no ledges on which to nap, no water or food, nothing but sharp rocks to slice my paws upon and brittle wind to chill my hide. But I had taken Gods beneath my weight, the Sage God, the Storm God, the War God, the Life God, and now Stentor the Mountain God. He tried to flee, but I found him, I have a nose for this sort of thing. I have their power now, me.

Each one lasted less time than the previous under my yoke. I kept Paldron for decades, Marcaine for only one. The others less and less, each subsequent mounting somehow diminished from the first. As I said, I need more, always more. I took Stentor only once, I would have liked to do it again, sure, to force him under me... but Rainier was so close. The God of Gods, the shepherd of the world, the untameable. The taste of that titan was within my grasp, and I would do anything to have him in my paws, my knot inside his tailhole.

"I'm nearly there, Rainier." I whispered, wind and rain whipping at my face and ears, the flesh of my palm separated by a particularly jagged pawhold. "I hope you're ready for me." My trousers tightened at the thought, even the banging of my axe against my rear exciting me now. There was still a long journey ahead, after all, this was the tallest mountain in the world - it stands to reason I would take some time to scale it. But I would conquer it, and then the King at its tip.

I am the God fucker.

My palm healed with a little time, new strands of muscle knitting themselves tight as I heaved my body up. I bided my time by trying to mentally prepare for Rainier. Each of the Gods had been difficult to tame, even with my ancient, long forgotten wards set in place. I licked my lips, my hard on swelling as I remembered taking the Mountain God. That last scramble as we slipped in the wet, my paws running over his body, pulling apart his cheeks, taking a firm hold of his neck scruff... Perhaps I should have stayed a bit longer, he was good, and probably the prettiest of the lot.

I'd never admit it to his face, but Stentor was probably the best fuck of them all, at least so far.

No, better to keep the Mountain God a precious moment of it's own individuality. If I indulged myself, that first instant I climaxed would be lost, as had the uniqueness of my first time with Paldron. We all like to remember our first, no?

I eventually reached some kind of landing, finding myself in a soft spacious area with luscious grass and a perfectly clear lake. My knees and fingers sang with relief as I flopped on my ass in the dewy grass, letting the diffused light of the overcast sun warm my back. The wind had even died, and an ancient part of me felt the urge to thank Marcaine. I crushed that instinct immediately.

After hours of sitting in place, I glanced back over the cliff I'd climbed. A good couple of kilometres, at a guess. It had been morning when I first climbed out of the caves and into the light, and it was morning again now, so I must have climbed for at least one day. I laughed at the cliff, cried my own name and heard it echoed back at me. There, even the land submitted to me! I'll admit it, I felt trepidation at the idea of facing Rainier, but even small victories like this helped reassure me I would give a good fight. If I was unable to mount the God of Gods, he would kill me without a moment of thought.

It would be such a glorious death though, so it seems I win either way - as usual.

I turned from the ledge, taking myself to the small pool of near-invisible water and kneeling at it's edge. When I say clear, I don't mean that in the language of poets and minstrels, I mean to say the water was _clear_like polished glass, and had I not seen my own face and the glare of the sun's rays reflected in it, I may have accidentally waded in without a moments pause. A broken pillar jutted out of the centre of the pool, the front half covered in green moss and thrice-forgotten runes. A faun lazed at the pillar's precipice, a purple sash thrown across his midriff, an old reed flute clutched in his dried claws.

I paid the creature no mind, cupping my paws and sipping the clear water, sighing as cool relief eased throughout my entire body, the heat from my muscles sapped in an instant.

"Like it?" The faun asked, grinning. I ignored him, splashing my face and feeling the mud of the caves washed away. As the filth hit the pool it dissipated like smoke, fading away into nothing. It was clearly a magic pool, but it drank as easy as a regular one, so I continued to pay it precious little heed. The damned faun went on, as magical creatures are want to do. "This is Rainier's favourite bathing spot. The only place he ever intersects with mortals. They sometimes journey here to worship of him. They seek marriage, or to carry his child, but he never allows such transgressions, taking them quickly and then leaving."

"He won't have much choice, when I reach him." I muttered, finally looking up at the dour-toned creature. It showed me it's teeth, one matted hoof bouncing against the pillar's face. A blue ward of some kind was drawn into the faun's forehead, concentric rings of similar shades lining his horns. He held the flute to his lips, blowing a short tune.

"Who are you to wave your finger... you must be oooouuut your head..." He cooed, chuckling. The flute's tune carried on, even as he sang softly at me. "Eye-hole deep in muddy waters, you practically raised the deeeead..."

"Are you a God too?" I asked, shifting in place. The faun laughed, his song continuing even as he answered me.

"I am no God of anything that matters, little wolf."

"You don't know me?" I was surprised. Surely a faun living on the mountain of the God of Gods would know me - the God fucker? Surely Rainier quivered in fear of me, or boasted his arrogance, or something to his servants? Perhaps he was wilfully ignorant, or playing coy?

"I do not." He whispered huskily, moving on with the song.

"There's a sign in the rain, every now and again, it is a symbol of hope, in the midst of a catastrophic episode." He paused, smiling tranquilly. I felt threatened, anxious even, though he was clearly weaker than I. "In the hour of death, there's a spiritual wealth, when we dance through the rain..."

"Enough of this." I muttered, leaving the pool and going to the wall, ready to resume my climb. "I've had enough of your song, charlatan!"

The faun continued singing. "And form the signs once again, if even for a second..." He waited; inhaling as I lifted myself from the ground, paws slipping as I tried to move too fast.

"I hear a voice on the air, it has a warning to share- Don't believe what you see." I heard him laugh, laugh! The bastard. "You can't perceive what you feel!"

I put the faun quickly from my mind. My feet slipped, my tail swung, the wind grew fiercer as I climbed. Every few hours I glanced upward, spying the whirling tempest spinning near the peak. Rainier's domain, in the eye of the storm, at the top of the world. Below me I felt the ruminations of an unhappy mountain. You may have surmised that each God I mounted came with their own consequences, and clearly Stentor was no exception. Several times I had to stop, holding my body flush with the stone, clinging on for dear life against the burning winds and the shaking of the Earth. My cock stiffened as I felt each tremble, a reminder of who and what I had taken. I would not be beaten however; I had not come so far only to be thrown from a place a mite too high! I'm sure Rainier would have laughed and laughed to see my mangled corpse twitching on the rocks, my skull dashed and my brains cast upon the ochre steppe. Tears touched my eyes, yet I've no idea why.

Try as I might, I had a lot of thinking to do on my climb, and the faun would not be banished from my memory. Twice I thought I heard his song on the winds, calling to me, that damned flute touching each syllable.

"Weeping shades of cozened indigo..." I wished my ears closed to the song, but as both my paws were occupied with the task of hauling my body up this accursed mountain, I found precious few ways to accomplish the task. "The end of an era, one starts anew, you know the devil, he lives in you..."

I rested at another platform, finding it much like the last. This one was fogged with steam, and several times I found I had nearly stumbled off the ledge. I haven't needed sleep since I took Arturius the War God, but still my body craved rest. It is a difficult thing to explain, my state of being. I am no God, for I was born and eventually I shall perish. I command no grand powers over reality, only a strong resistance to mortal peril - which in turn was stolen from the true Gods of this land. I am no demigod, as both my parents were mere mortal wolves, the pale imitation of eternity I have achieved is but a crude machination borne of thievery and conquest. Similarly I'm no titan, as I was not crafted of mud and magic at the whim of some God who fashions himself an artist. All this, and yet I am no mortal. I came unto this world a simple wolf, but I have taken destiny by the throat and demanded a greater existence.

I am the God fucker, my mission defines me.

These inconsistencies within myself, these diametrically opposing concepts, they war. A mortal left immortal. A body left unstoppable, lacking the need for food but still wanting of it. I do not require rest, but my meat remembers what I was, it pines for a simpler existence, for the natural order. It churns through my spirit, but I won't be beaten.

If the natural order were a being, I would mount it too.

After performing the closest thing I can achieve to rest, an asymptotical bargain with the vehicle of muscle I command, I resumed my climb. My lips were chapped, but my loins were alive. The closer I got to that storm at the peak, the more excitement built within me, precum leaking out my sheath and running down my leg. The faun's song did not return, but that memory refused to leave my mind. I examined my own history, leafing through it like a historian, far removed from the literal experience. I found things in my childhood had faded, and even but the greatest of my climaxes had vanished with time. I spent so long with Paldron, and yet the deer hardly entered my conscious moments.

For a brief hour, I remembered what dreaming was.

The wall of the mountain levelled out closer to Rainier's tempest. I found myself crawling on all fours, then eventually even walking. I came face to face with creatures made of stone and moss, old runes carved into rock and then strung together. They were disagreeable at best, but if Rainier wished to stop me reaching his temple, he would have to do better. My axe made short work of them, crumbling their hearts and cracking their meek wards, lighting striking near my feet as I smote them from the mountain, rocky bodies bouncing and tumbling in the free-fall.

I stopped to 'rest' at the entrance to the tempest. I knew that no mortal man could survive this high in the world. The wind tore at me like a swatting pup, ice formed at the tips of my fur and my tail, the air itself too thin to comfortably breathe. My lungs burned and heaved, but I didn't need air, only conquest - the fire of lust kept me walking. In the mortal world, at a mortal level, storms are too broad to define as having an edge. It seems as you walk that you are not inside the monster, until suddenly you are. Things change so gradually you do not notice, but there is no solid door in which to pass through, no threshold you can cross that divides 'clear skies' and 'brutal tempest'.

Here, so close to Rainier, things differed. I stood in the gale caused by height, barely an arm's length from the Godstorm. It was fury incarnate, wind turning so fast it was a wall of grey lines, shredding whatever passed beyond. The only way through was across a narrow ridge, an unsteady path barely two paws wide. Again, if I were an ordinary man, even to pass through this raw and unfiltered power would likely strip the hide from my bones. But everything had built to this, I was unstoppable, I was determined, I would _take_what I needed.

I crossed the threshold. A paw was forced up, covering my squinting eyes, pain thrashing like a wild snake against my flesh, my wards and stolen power barely enough to protect me. I took a step in, then another, and then another. The wall was a boast of power, but it had been crafted back when the God of Gods had access to his vessels. Marcaine's aspect was used to build this, I could taste it, I could smell and feel it, as it lived within me now. The old rage at the Storm God built within me, but I crushed it, needing my focus to navigate the treacherous ridge. I found two gaps that required a slight hop, and one short bridge so perilously fragile I refused to put any weight on it, again leaping across, trying not to be swept up as I did. All Rainier's tricks no doubt, anything he could do to stop me, any underpaw technique - a play! A parlour show at power but nothing more.

"I am here!" I screamed, throwing my arms out against reality. The Godstorm was but a blockade, and after hours of pushing I breached it, as I had so many God's with my knot.

The relief was so great as I left it that I stumbled, catching myself as I came unto a glade not unlike the one with the faun. I looked about the simple meadow, resisting awe. It was ringed by silent grey winds, a tall and far-reaching tree resting in the centre. Impossibly, sun shone straight down on the clearing, butterflies and leaves drifting on the gentle air. The grass was short, and soft on my bare pads. I would have admired more, only my true quarry lay beyond me, kneeling beneath the tree.

"Rainier!" I bellowed, unsheathing my axe, mostly for show. The weapon was for the lackeys and tricks of the Gods, blades were useless against the eternal.

The great figure at the centre stood slowly, rolling his heavily muscled shoulders, a long face on a thick neck turning to look back at me. A horse, and a very tall one at that. The God of Gods wore a simple loincloth at his waist, the beige fabric dangling, the slight bulge of his Godhood pressing at the inside. He had enormous hands, and a calming face, so calming I felt myself relax as he approached. I caught the trick however, burying my axe head in the ground and baring my teeth, hackles flaring. I am a wolf, I am the God fucker, and I am here at the end of my quest.

His fur was chestnut brown, his face patterned with white, firmly toned torso splotched to match. He struck a handsome figure, but so had each of the Gods. I had always pictured Rainier to take the form of a predator, but all the easier to find him in the body of prey.

"You're here, at last." He said softly, stopping only a few feet from me. I nodded.

"The others, they all knelt eventually. You will too."

"It's not too late to turn around, you know." He said. "Think of it Tanner, you could leave. Give me some time, and I can still right this world." I laughed in his placid face.

"Save your divine breath." I went closer. "Stentor already explained to me the nature of your ability; you draw on the others, and I have already taken them. They're alive, but the brunt of their power lies in me." I felt my cock twitching, I saw the fight in Rainier's eyes, and tore my tunic up over my head, exposing the wards on my belly.

"You think I'm weak?" The horse asked, stepping closer. "You misunderstand, as my Lessers always have." He waved one of those wide hands, and the tempest surrounding us stopped on a blink, the grey fury instantly still. "This power is mine, I only lend it, you won't take me."

"Talk all you want." My paw was at his neck, my face close enough we could feel one another's breath. "They all start wanting to fight, they all take me in the end."

He laughed.

My cock was hard in my trousers, already leaking pre. I reached down and gently caressed Rainier's lengthy bulge, feeling the firm equine cock beneath the cloth, wondering how he'd fight back. Each God has resisted differently, some threw magic, some fled, some even begged me to stop as we got closer - it was always a thrill to devour their shame and submission.

I threw my weight forward and suddenly Rainier and I were on the ground, rolling, the ground tearing apart beside us. He was stronger than he looked, but I still had my paw around his throat.

"Why, do you want this?!" He grunted, as I straddled his waist, tugging at the loincloth. "Why?!"

"Because I can." The only lucid answer I had offered any of them. I got the fabric around his waist free, exposing a limp pink horse cock, slapping loose against his legs. This was easier than an anticipated, but the fight wasn't done yet. His hands came up to push me aside, but I shoved them away with my paws, keeping one near his throat. "I want you, I'm going to have you."

He kicked up at me, scrambling in the grass and pulling back, naked ass staring back at me. I took hold of his ankle and dragged him back, grinning at the fortune he'd offered me. I tugged my own trousers off, my thick red cock pointing to the air.

"Tanner, don't!" He cried out, hands fumbling for anything and finding only gentle grass. I put a paw on the back of his head, pushing my weight down on him. His cock stretched out back between his legs, a thin strand of my own pre dripped along it. My free paw played at his Godhood, feeling it twitch, my eyes wondering at the thickness. I'd fucked all the Gods, and plenty of others besides - I'd seen a lot of dick in my life. Still, I'd never been with a horse, and this one was well endowed as bonus. I couldn't wait to have his thick load dripping through my fingers. I bit my lip, resounding to keep him on a leash for a good while, using his toned equine ass in every way I could imagine.

"Stop! Don't!" He shouted, as my paw trailed up to his ass. It was round, supple even. Like I said, he was a handsome figure. I traced lines around his cheeks, pinching and tugging at them. I knew he'd come to enjoy it, but I still wanted to savour the moment, to drink in the panic and the struggle. I didn't enjoy causing pain, but the challenge had me harder than any thought I could conjure.

"Just try to relax there, oh Lord." I whispered huskily into his ear, nipping at his neck. I felt him squirming beneath me and ran my fingers along the length of my cock, dipping them inside my sheath before getting them nice and wet with my pre. I was like a creek, a steady drip of clear liquid drooling from the tip of my cock, the seven pre-knot inches that were exposed quivering with each push and pull of the body beneath me. He was struggling, kicking and fighting, but I was so much stronger.

With two fingers adequately lubricated, I began to run them between his tight cheeks. I danced lightly over the tightly squeezed asshole, instead content to slather up the surrounding area.

"Stop, don't, don't touch me! It's not too late to stop!" Rainier grunted, pulling and twisting in place. I put my knee on the back of his, my left paw holding both his hands together at the wrists, pinning them above his head. He was helpless there, squirming in place, but otherwise unable to do much beyond whine at me. Stentor was right; his power came from the others, I had dominated everything of his, and now I was going to take him.

But I didn't want to spoil things by rushing.

My right paw continued to play with his ass, cupping his cheeks, every now and then drifting down to tickle the end of his enormous dick, feeling it flick reluctantly.

"You're going to obey me, you're going to enjoy this," I huffed, pulling sharply on his wrists and using my knees to roll him on his back. The large horse flopped over, weak like a boy in my paws. My tail swished back and forth, his legs down as he stared belly-up at me. I reached down with my right paw, grabbed his nuzzle and made him look at me. "You're going to listen to me!" I growled. His breaths came in short gasps, tiny explosions firing in his flaring nostrils. "I'm gonna take you on your back like this, and I want this cock to cum for me."

Rainier just stared, still wiggling his hips. I shifted my position, keeping hold of his wrists and using my other paw to lift one of his powerful legs. His cock seized, and I kept a close eye on it as I let my finger trace back down his crack. I pressed it gently against his hole, teasing, simply waiting in place. With a short cry I pushed inside, my digit immediately enveloped with warmth as I sunk knuckle deep, the God of Gods braying at the intrusion.

"Nobody... I..." He panted, as I curled my finger, pulling back and then sliding two in. He was tight enough I had to force it, gathering more pre from my cock and lathering him up, pushing both fingers in deep. I spread them, flexing and contorting, tracing rings against his walls, exploring everything I could.

"You like it?" I whispered, and he just swallowed. Still, that big dick of his was moving some, and I swear his balls were tighter than before. "You need some attention then, my Lord."

I pulled my fingers free of his hole, reaching up and cupping his sack, the heavy balls filling my palm completely. I rolled them in my paw, tickling his taint, one thumb reaching up to the smooth flesh of his cock. I let my paw slide up along the length, then down again, my fingers only barely touching one another as I wrapped my grip around him. I played with the head, pulling open the slit, massaging along the middle, slowly sliding my tight and pre-slick grip along the length.

"This is meant to get bigger still, right?" I asked, as the cock reluctantly flicked up at me. "And horses flare, yes?" I continued to toy at his head, teasing that special spot as it swelled up, the horse looking way with shame as his cock fully stiffened.

"Finally!" I breathed triumphantly, taking it in. I could smell his musk now, over the scent of mint that the glade carried. It was thick and heavy, a powerful aroma that made me quiver with anticipation. I could smell his sweat too, his panic and fear, shame at being taken and used so easily by a mere mortal, I could see his nervous eyes and they spurred me on. I was the God fucker, and by the Gods I was going to mount this fucker.

His dick reached full mast, the sides firming up as he pointed straight up, the length rivalling the space between my elbow and my wrist. The head was wide and flared, giving way to a smooth slim shaft and a wide base. A thin, almost invisible speckle of pre glistened at his peak. I ran my finger and swabbed it up, licking it. It was sweet, like honey, only richer and deeper. My own cock was almost aching now, and I leaned in over him, holding him firm with my body as I slowly rubbed my length up against his. I sighed, my breath hitting his face. If only I had been blessed a horse, with a thick cock as long as that! But I had my knot, and it had brought Gods to heel already, as it would this one! I was getting tired of savouring, my hips were ready, bucking at the thought of taking the stallion, quivering fractals of ecstasy racing along my dick and through my loins.

"I'm gonna mount you now," I gasped, if only to say something. I kept my paws firm on his wrists, ready for a fight. This was always the roughest part, the moment my wet cock would push apart his hole and spread his cheeks, filling him with my length as I built up to a hard rhythm. I was ready, I didn't care if he was or not, though judging from his hard on he was.

"Don't! Stop! Please!" The horse whined, scrambling in place. His hands managed to slip free and he scuttled back, but I was on him like... well, like a wolf on a bitch. I pinned him, lifting his leg, putting the tip of my throbbing red cock to his entrance, grinning. "No! Please Tanner don't hurt me!" He gasped.

I went to thrust, and suddenly I heard a deep laugh and was thrown in the air. I heard a loud thunderclap and fell, my mind struggling to get my bearings as the world twisted. I was crawling now, crawling in the grass, and Rainier was out from under me! The coward had squirmed free, he must be running, that was fine, they'd run before, I'd push him against that tree and fill him with--

"Oh, I do so love toying with arrogant mortals." He spit the last word like a curse, and I fumbled in place, trying to locate the source of his voice. "You like my trick, little wolf?"

I jerked suddenly, my belly itching as it slid across the grass. There were two firm hands around my ankles, and a pit of panicked dread in my gut. The fear spread through me, cold and then hot, my body trembling and shaking as I realised there was nothing for me to grasp; no weapons, no sticks, no pawholds even. Nothing. I tried to scurry forward, but Rainier's crushing weight was suddenly on my back, a heavy hand on the back of my head, pressing between my ears. He was pushing my face down, no care or attempt at gentleness.

"You, fucking--" I grunted, trying to push or kick or roll, all to no avail. "The wards! How?! HOW?!" I could smell horse musk, my still-hard cock grinding into the grass and dirt of the meadow.

"You thought I'd just lay down and let you take me? Thought to use my own magics against me? The conceit of you, it's admirable, truly." The God of Gods whispered in my ear, his breath hot. I tried to wiggle free, but his body seemed to be everywhere. I couldn't see him, I couldn't see anything that was happening. I felt an iron grip on one of my ass cheeks, those thick fingers pulling me open, cool air touching my exposed hole.

I had never been mounted; I would not suffer such shame now!

I growled, snarled, biting and snapping best I could. How on Earth was I meant to fight this? This all-powering crush, this Godly weight atop me?

"You presumed to come atop MY mountain and take ME?!" The horse brayed. I shivered as his slick fingers ran between my cheeks, his thumb pressing into my virgin hole. I'd never had anything there, never even thought of it. The thought of that enormous horse cock, invading me, made me want to scream and howl. "I am the God of Gods! I am not the one who is mounted!"

"Please!" I heard myself whimpering shamefully, those two fingers pulling at my hole now spreading it out, trying to prepare it for the unthinkable nightmare that would soon be forced through. "You're too big! I can't take you!" Rainier laughed at me, and I felt a paw tugging at my balls, squeezing them, just a little too hard, but not so much I was in agony.

I was still hard, the damn traitor.

Rainier's length slid along my crack, his long, smooth, thick horse dick gently cradled by my furry cheeks. I felt his near-scalding pre drip across me, one of his giant hands now holding tight to my muzzle. He pushed a thumb into my mouth, I tried to bite down on it but my teeth did nothing against his hide.

"It's been a long time since I fucked a wolf." The God laughed, his length still sliding against my ass, building the anticipation, the fear. "You look so tight there, like you've never taken anything once before...

"Please don't!" I cried, voice muffled by his thumb. My face burned with embarrassment, with shame and pity and fear. "Please, please!"

"Time's up, little wolf." He said.

I gasped as I felt a weight of flesh press against my hole. All I could smell was horse musk, his flared head like a curled fist pressing into my ass. It was impossible, nothing that large could go inside me, surely?! I tried to use my tail to block him, but he just yanked me out of his way. He was so strong, there was nothing I could do, I was almost completely immobilised, my paws free but able only to thrash about.

"GAH!" I cried, as my tailhole was stretched painfully around the flared head, bright sparks touching all through my rear. Rainier hushed me, pushing harder. I bucked my hips slightly, and the head slipped inside. I groaned pleasurably, only because the relief I felt from the slimmer shaft was such a welcome change from the brutally wide head. The relief was quickly replaced with pointed abashment, the humiliation of being so thoroughly degraded burning within my like magma.

"You like that, wolf slut?" Rainier huffed, his own breath heaving. He moaned as he pushed deeper still, the flared head filling my insides so completely, pushing out every vacant space in an all-encompassing kind of crush. I cried like a pup as he yanked the flared head free, pain ricocheting through me, my hole relaxing as I pulled it tight, tears leaking from my eyes. "You're my little mortal wolf bitch."

The head breached me again, the area thoroughly lubed with his pre. It hurt less the second time, but again I moaned as the head pushed through, the reprieve of his shaft after the head flooding my body with much-needed bliss. My cock was firm beneath my body, sandwiched between my belly and the soil. I tried to pull myself out from under the God's weight with my paws, but I got a taste of my own trick as Rainier seized my wrists, pinning them with ease above my head. I couldn't move, I could do nothing but shuffle my head and wiggle my feet, the brunt of my body still crushed under the horse's weight, knowing each movement only sent more pleasure shimmering through his length.

The thick horse cock began to rock back and forth inside me, that head a huge weight pressing me out more than I thought possible, my mind barely able to keep up. I couldn't believe this was happening, the shame flooded me, my face hot with embarrassment at the fact I was being used by this damn horse. He picked up the pace, the head bouncing against the inside of my hole, the shaft sliding in and out with ease, my own dick still hard and quivering traitorously beneath me.

"Not even halfway there, wolfie." Rainier whispered. I wailed through the guilt of my hard on, feeling betrayed at a such a revelation just as I was getting used to the pace. He pulled back again, the head tearing free to the sound of my high-pitched whines. I was feeling weak, broken, and used, as if I couldn't fight back if I wanted to. I'm not one to give up though, and as I felt the horse's weight ease slightly I took my opportunity, scrambling forward. I could still save this day, who cares if he got inside me, if I was the one to fill him with cum I would w--

His hands closed on my hips and dragged me right back, tilting my ass up towards him, that thick cock pushing into me without delay, spreading into my ass without much trouble.

"Please, stop!" I cried between grunts, feeling as if all my ancestors were watching me bred like some bitch.

"You like it!" Rainier cried, reaching around and squeezing my exposed knot, just once. I gasped involuntarily, hips swaying as he began to rhythmically pound against me. I could feel the tip of his enormous dick inside me, hot and wide, always pushing deeper, my asshole tightening and shuddering around his heated Godhood. "We're halfway! You're so tight, it feels amazing wolf-slut!" He laughed, my dick bouncing up and down now, the shuck-shuck sound of his member sliding into my abused hole almost relaxing. I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching down and fumbling for a grip around my dick. If this was to happen, then maybe--

"No!" Rainier roared, "if you cum, it's on my say-so!" He said, tearing my paw away. "We're not done!" And he sped up, grunting between his clenched teeth with each powerful thrust, every other hit going deeper and deeper. It hurt, but a part of me couldn't deny that the feeling of fullness, of swollen horse deep in my ass, it was good.

"I... Don't..." I mumbled, was I going to say stop? No, surely not. I was going to take this bastard, any minute now, I was I mean I AM the God fucker!

"Nearly, there, wolf! Nearly inside you!" The horse huffed, his sweat and musk everywhere, spit drooling from my maw, one of his hands grabbing the scruff of my neck, the other using my tail like a handle, pulling me back onto his length again and again. I felt a sharp twinge deep behind my cock, a painful chord struck out in my mess of organs. Rainier didn't care, he kept pounding, slamming away at me, my hips rocking to his whim, my whole body enslaved to the rhythm, no matter what I wanted anymore, I was being bred. "You wanna take all of me? You want that?"

"Fuck, fuck," I gasped, hating myself. Suddenly the bucking slowed, and I felt a twinge of disappointment as the horse cock retreated. "No..." I found I had whimpered, as the head waited ever-so-close to leaving my entrance.

"I could jerk off, wolf slut." Rainier said, one paw grasping my tail, the other squeezing my ass cheek. "I haven't even hilted yet, you want me deeper inside you, huh?"

"No..." I gasped, but was I saying no don't fuck me, or no don't stop? "Please, Rainier..."

"You want my cock."

"I..."

"You want my cum, you want me to fill you."

"I..."

"Say it! You want my cock!"

I felt the head sliding back out, I felt my ass stretching against it. I caved.

"I want your cock!" I wasn't in control anymore. "Fuck me, please, fuck me!"

Rainier slammed into me with the force of a God. His giant dick pushed through my asshole, shoving my walls as far as they'd go as he drove halfway into me. He pulled back again, and shoved himself forward with a cry. I heard a thunderous slap as his hips hit my ass cheeks, my own voice crying out like a bitch, letting out high-pitched whines with every thrust. His heavy ball sack smacked against my own, hitting me. He pulled back again, slamming in like a sledgehammer.

The pace picked up, each time his cock sliding maybe halfway out, only to come ramming into me even harder. Again and again, his cock went hilt deep, the edges of his waist clipping my ass, the steady clap-clap of our flesh meeting only adding to the heat. I'd never imagined something could go so deep in me, and with a start I reached down to feel at my belly. Just below my belly button, right before the light and creamy fur of my cock, a slight bulge pushed out from the skin with each thrust.

"Fuck." I breathed, whole body rocking with Rainier's pace.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He cried, growling through grinding teeth as he went again and again. I was on my paws and knees now, rocking in time with him, feeling the bulge in my stomach press out with each hit, the horse's balls slapping, one giant paw on my shoulder, the other just under my waist, both pulling me back and slamming me against his body as hard as he could.

"You getting ready to take the cum of a God, little wolf?" He grunted, between heady breaths.

"I..." I could barely control anything, my cock was just leaking a steady stream of thick milky pre now, a small pool building in the grass. "Gah... I... Uh... Please..."

Rainier picked up the pace even more, ramming me with tight, short bursts of thrusting. He grunted, wheezed, forcing himself deep inside me, forcing me to be his wolf.

"I'm... gonna... cum... fuck... fuck..." He moaned, pressing his body against me, hilting his enormous swollen cock deep inside my hole and holding there. I felt the first jet of cum like a poke in my guts, the sharp jutting sensation quickly giving way to a spreading warmth. It flooded me, every inch of my asshole that wasn't stuffed with horse cock now flooding with cum. His entire body shook with the force of it, his balls pulling up, his hips grinding against my own. With a start I realised his hot cum had started to spill out the sides of my hole, great long strands of it leaking down my leg. He kept grunting, making tiny jolts with each rope he shot into me. I just let it happen, shaking, feeling the tight bulge in my stomach grow ever so slightly.

Finally Rainier pulled back, still huffing as his flared head was tugged free of my aching ring. Four last ropes of hot and sticky white cum shot forward, painting my ass cheeks and coating the back of my tight balls. It was too much to bear, and my own orgasm began.

I started in my sack, as the last rope of his cum hit me an explosive force ripped through my waist and legs. My entire body began to convulse, and my head fell into the grass as I shook, rope after rope after rope of wolf cum emptying onto the ground. Big helpings of horse cum leaked from my asshole, and it was all I could do to scream and grunt and howl and moan as my climax overpowered me. It was the strongest, greatest orgasm I had ever felt, and I was a slave to it, shaking and convulsion on my paws and knees, screaming Rainier's name, my ball sack throbbing as it was utterly drained.

When it finally began to ebb, only tiny droplets of cum leaking from my tip, I collapsed forward in a slump, totally and completely spent.

After lying still for what felt hours, I picked myself up, sticky and wet with now-cold cum. My tailhole hurt, ached even, but my dick was already twitching as I turned about in place, eyes falling onto Rainier. I was drowned in the scent of our spunk, the taste and smell of it filling my maw and nose.

"You liked it." He said smugly, one hand tracing over his cock. I felt stupid, I felt ashamed about being used so thoroughly and loving every moment of it... but still I began to tug at my dick, licking my lips.

"I..." What? What I am to say? I'm not the God fucker, not anymore. I'm the God's mount, the used, the Godseed even now slipping from my hole.

"You can never mount me, not now that I've had you." Rainier said, beckoning me over. He remained on his knees as I stood, walking over slowly. I stopped before him, both wanting to obey his every word, hoping that I'd get just a taste of that thick horse cock again, and also wanting to run away, to hide, to lie to them all and say no I could never find the God of Gods. I was so ashamed of myself.

But I knew, I'd seen it before - I couldn't be done with this.

"Please." I gasped, my cock somehow hard again already, my paw playing with it, drifting inside my sheath, tracing lines around my tip, lifting fingertips of the cooled jizz to my lips. My hole still throbbed with the aftershocks of pain, but all I wanted was it to be filled again. "What did you _do_to me?"

"The same thing you did to all of us." Rainier replied. "Now the devil lives in you." I swallowed.

"I... I'm sorry,"

"I was saying..." The horse said placing a hand on each side of my hips. "That you cannot mount me, but that doesn't mean I must treat you with cruelty. So..." and he took the tip of my swelling dick in his mouth, swirling the end around his tongue, saliva warm and electrifying. I groaned, fingers curling and uncurling, my body on fire. Rainier pulled off my cock. "Do you want to stay? Stay as my mount, and I'll take you regularly. Or... you can leave, if you want, return to a mortal life, life out the rest of your already extended days."

"I..." What? Where would I go? Back to farming? I hadn't grown anything in two and a half centuries. I felt Rainier's enormous cock stiffen, rubbing against my calves. I could remain, and get that filling me every day. If there was an afterlife I wanted no piece of it, I had eternal pleasure here.

"Yes?" He asked. It was really no question at all, and we both knew it.

"More."