[Narinder's own cheeks burn as he stares into those beautiful eyes. Feels the voice echo in his head and it soothes the frayed nerves and his aching heart. He wonders if the Lamb even understands what he means. What he desires. Perhaps they do. Perhaps not. He has to know. Right now, tonight.]
And if I wanted to have your heart? And give you mine in return?
Do you understand? Do you want me as I want you?
Will you give me your heart as you have already stolen mine?
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*there's the actual question. One that they weren't certain if the former god actually wanted from them. They were closer than most, even when they were merely the Vessel and not the new god of Death, but things had been complicated*
*but they remember being in Purgatory with the One That Waits - a connection that others didn't have. Couldn't explain. For them there was really no one else. Perhaps that was messed up, given that they died to find their God in the void, but it was what occurred*
*and so here they stand, close enough to remember being near Narinder even then, to have blunt honesty for once and not spitting fire and confusion*
You already have it, Narinder. You always have.
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[The connection between then started the moment he laid eyes on his vessel. The last Lamb, sent to him, the first new face to be seen in so long. As they spoke, as he watched, and that connection grew stronger. That was the source of the betrayal when the Lamb refused. That was the beginning of something far more complicated. That was when things changed, their roles reversed, and Narinder found his heart was stolen only once he felt his heart beat once again.
The realization is obvious. His three eyes widen and his pupils narrow. His heart races and the elation he feels, along with the lack of inhibitions, takes over. He slams his mouth into the Lamb's, kissing them with a fierceness that was not their the last time they kissed.]
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*to say it to the former God is mildly terrifying. Things had been different when they were the Vessel - brought back to life for revenge and to make the prophecy happen. And so they had - the vengeance spurning them forward until the deeds were done and the ultimate choice was there. To lay it all down and die*
*they refused - there was no way of knowing if they gave up the crown, that they'd be resurrected again if Narinder came back into power. Granted, they never asked, the rage taking over - but they hadn't guaranteed it. By refusing then, the two of them could go on. They made it so - though the complications remained - because of course they did. That was how life was*
*they watch right back as the triplicate eyes widen and sharpen - they feel the way heartbeats race - how could they not? They knew of life and death more intimately now*
*the fierceness startles them for a moment as that mouth is upon their own, but they hold onto Narinder's hand tighter, returning it as they taste the lingering alcohol but care not. Instead, their other hand comes up, brushing through black fur as they indulge now*
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[The fingers in his fur feel so good. His tongue presses forward, seeking to deepen the kiss. His desire and the alcohol fueling his actions. His thoughts of fear, anxiety, of rejection, are gone to the buzz of this kiss and intoxication. Narinder's fingers slide through soft wool again, the other hand holding tight. Almost afraid that if he lets go, if this ends, it will only be a dream.
He purrs into the kiss as he presses forward, leaning his weight more into the Lamb. He wants to lay down, on top of them, to feel them under him like he's dreamed of so many times before.]
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*they stroke through that fur, finding it soft under their fingers as Narinder's find their wool, dense as it is from the cooler weather of the year filling the cloud out more. They feel the way Narinder clutches at their hand in desperation, not about to let go in case the cat spooks and runs off*
*being the smaller of the two of them, even with Narinder kneeling as he is, drunken antics and the fact that the black cat deepens the kiss with tongue and weight. They bleat a soft gasp against his mouth as they topple, hands clutching against Narinder as they go down underneath them - their fleece splaying out like a half unwrapped present*
*but they don't let go*
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[Down they go. Narinder presses his weight against the Lamb, feeling the way the fleece and wool presses against him through his robes. The hand running through soft wool travels downward to slip under that fleece and feel the softness under it. His claws tease through the thick softness of the cloud, gently tracing the tips against flesh beneath it all.
His tongue dances with the Lamb's, that adorable bleat sending shivers through Narinder's entire form. He still holds on. His hips press down, his leg pushing the Lamb's legs apart to better fit between them. The kiss breaks but their lips still touch. Narinder's eyes stare into the Lamb's, his middle eye wide and practically heart shaped.]
My. Lamb. [He whispers against soft and flushed lips.]
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*down like this, underneath the taller black cat, makes the smaller lamb bleat warmly - especially as there's a hand disappearing past fleece and petting along the softness of their wool. They feel the tips of claws against themselves and shiver at it*
*they let him press down against them, feeling hips against their own as they let their tongues dance - stealing tastes of wine and heat and everything that Narinder is giving them. They allow themselves to be greedy for once before the kiss breaks and they're left breathing against lips that threaten to come crashing back against their own*
*the admission of that against their lips makes them smile against it, holding on tighter as they flick their ears*
I am yours and you are mine.
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The voice in his head is like music. The words holy gospel, scripture laid out by his god. His god. His former vessel. Now the God of Death. And they are his. And he is theirs. United, bound, and tied together by fate, by prophecy, and now by love.
Love.
The word feels so alien to him in this context. A context of physical and emotional intimacy. This vulnerability he has spent so long running from, trying to hide, and yet so desperate for it to be seen by the one who makes him feel this way. His claw finally releases the hand for he needs both to slide up through the wool and undo the fleece. He unwraps the Lamb to see them in their full splendor. No red fleece to hide the soft wool or the body under it. He kisses down the Lamb's neck, teeth gently nibbling, before descending down chest and stomach. All the way down between the Lamb's legs. He lifts them, locking them on either side of his head, as his mouth searches for their sex. It does find purchase. Tongue and lips brush and lick as he seeks to do one thing.
To pleasure his god.
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Admissions and truths went hand in hand - so much so that they weren't expecting this evening to go this route, but damned if they were going to stop it. Not when there were truths laid bare, hearts unburdened, and desire unfurled.
Much like their fleece as hands release and find the cloak, undone and pushed away as fluffy wool springs free. They glance up to the triplicate eyes that bore down upon them, taking in all of the sight before Narinder moves and kisses along their throat, along scars of death once given to them. The Lamb gives a heady sound from the sensation, almost wanting to giggle as their second moves down the line of their form and finds their legs.
Their ears go up as they shift onto their elbows to see what Narinder is up to.
Narinder--
Legs slip upward, prompting them to lie back as they bleat a gasp, cheeks darkening before there's tongue and mouth and MORE TONGUE as the sensation overwhelms them. Their hands scrabble for purchase, curling into their fleece as they jerk with pleasure under that deadly mouth.
A-Ah?! Ohh--!
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The sound of the moans in his head are so sweet. His mouth and tongue continue to work. Muscle memories return to him as his inhibitions have all but fallen away. He makes lewd noises and purrs between those hips as he keeps working to make more of those delicious sounds to come from his Lamb. His Lamb who claims him in return. Something he never thought possible before this moment. Now it is reality. He is going to make up for lost time and hidden desires.
His middle eye looks up at the Lamb while his other two eyes close as he loses himself in the pleasure, the sensations against his tongue, and the taste. Oh lord the taste. He would gladly live forever if he could experience this everyday from now until the end of all things. Claws gently prick and drag across flesh and wool of those thighs. He speaks with his own mind, sure the Lamb will read it.
More. More. Do not hold back. Let me hear you. My Lamb. My everything.
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Their hands twist into their fleece, needing something to stabilize them as they both hear and feel Narinder's purrs against their flesh. The sensation ripples right up their spine, making them want to squirm against his mouth and make sounds impossible to fathom with their broken throat.
They hear Narinder in their mind, unable to do much else as his presence is overwhelming even now. When the roles were switched and they were nothing more than a tiny Vessel, one to worship The One Who Waits, to bring him back to the lands. To want him wholeheartedly through the days of their pilgrimage to bring the flock back.
Gods, Narinder--my lord--
Something that Narinder does makes them near scream in pleasure, this roughened, strangled sound of broken noise as their vocal cords cannot handle it - severed as they were from their original death - slips from them. They know it is not a pleasant noise - it can't be - not with them not being whole with their voice any longer.
They clap their hands against their mouth, shivering in the sensation of Narinder's mouth, but it's very much embarrassment as they just made *that* noise right then and there when they do not speak any longer beyond bleats and baas.
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The sound of a ragged roughed strangled noise of pleasure. The damage that never quite healed, the air forced through a throat that cannot fully form the true sounds of pleasure. To so many it perhaps sounded raw, broken, perhaps even frightening. Not to Narinder.
That is the truth of them to his ears. That is music. A voice broken, unable to be used, yet the pleasure is so great it tries anyway. It releases a sound of jagged harsh reality and yet it sounds so beautiful to him. Because it is their voice. It is what is left of a Lamb he never knew before. It is the voice of his Lamb. The one sent to him by fate and his sibling's foolish cruelty. There is a dark beauty in it that makes Narinder's heart race. His eyes widen, pupils blowing at the sound of it.
His mouth becomes more eager. Lewd slurps and noises ring forth as he practically feasts upon the Lamb's sex. His tongue, lips, and mouth doing everything and anything he can think of to draw another of those noises from his Lamb. His thoughts ringing loudly in his head.
Beautiful. Marvelous. Mine. Your voice rings out for me and me alone. And it's beautiful, my Lamb. All of you is beautiful and soft and dangerous and mine. All mine. Sing for me with your voice for my ears only. Please hide nothing from me now. Let it out. Let me hear it. Let me savor all of you!
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To them - it is a horrid sound. Something that shows they are broken, a mortal thing of being killed and dead, no longer anything with a voice to speak with. An unpleasant thing that should be quelled to not frighten others.
Not that they ever expected anything more than being simply the God of Death now.
Mortal things typically didn't reside with them any longer - a being of something not quite alive and not quite dead - yet the body remembers sensation even now, especially with the rampant stimuli that they are receiving by their hungry second.
They swear the sound only spurned Narinder with more fervor. They gasp against their palms as that mouth works them over with intensity, as if trying to get them to break their silence once more.
It is only when Narinder's thoughts pierce through their own that belays his wants. He liked hearing it? How? It should be terrible to sensitive ears.
But I--
They try to protest it. There's no way to do so as Narinder's mouth is working them over so much they can't keep their voice at bay, another ragged sound screaming from in between fingers as their eyelids slam shut, back wanting to arch as they swear they're going to break into pieces and fly away.
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Narinder thinks it flatly as he keeps working his god with his mouth. Lust and pleasure is no simply mortal thing. True, to feel it as a god and to feel it as a mortal are different in some respects. As a god, Narinder forgot about the lusts of flesh for so long. Forgotten the thrill of warm flesh, claws, and bodies melting and pressing together. He forgot the joy of pleasured moans and the anticipation of more. He had forgotten so much during his time as The One Who Waits.
Ellipsa has made sure it all has come back to him. The needy mortal desires for pleasure and connection. The desperation for release when it was so few and far between. The taste of another on his tongue, the lingering warmth of a touch, the ecstacy of orgasm when it hits with the force of a tidal wave.
For a god, lust can manifest in another way. Kallamar knew that well. Kallamar and his disciples were more than god and followers. He build them into a harem for himself. An idea Narinder had originally sneered at but now? Now he wishes to try something. To truly give into the idea and pour not only pleasure into the Lamb, but devotion. He pours all of his devotion in through his mouth and claws. He allows the Sin to take hold of him and use it to worship his god.
The same one whose thighs press into his sensitive ears. The same who moans with a broken voice that they cannot control. The one whose taste lingers on his tongue and coats his lips and who he can't stop. Not until they break. Not until that pleasure of orgasm tears through them and they cry out and beg him to keep going. He is glad for his loose robes, else his erection would be confined by dense material of trousers. He knows this won't stop here. Narinder can't stop here but he won't press further.
Not until he has finished worshipping at the alter of the Lamb's sex, filled them with his devotion using pleasure, and felt the release on his tongue in return for his loyalty.
Come undone. Don't hold back. My God. My Lamb. I will catch you. I am here. Surrender to pleasure and my devotion and allow your second to give you all you need and want. Be mine so I may give you all of me, my beautiful blessed Lamb. My mate. Mine.
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The statement makes them rethink the urge to protest the use of their broken voice. They purposely do not use it because it is hard to make words, sounding like a shattered mortal, the last of their kind. They might be a god now but they weren't before - the memories lost to the ether when they were reborn - so they do not remember the sins of the flesh the same as others might.
Especially not until now. Ellipsa was not the Lands of Old Faith - where there was no time - the flock needed them. Followers offered, certainly so, but they declined. Favoritism only led to fights amongst the flock. It was not something that they required either. They were content to keep going on.
This. This was different. They knew Narinder held sinful thoughts - thoughts targeted toward them - but they never pressed beyond helping relieve the overwhelmed condition. They were bound together in ways that others could not fathom and the Lamb was content with that. They would not force when they had already forced hands to keep on living. But when that devotion - true devotion and loyalty - comes from their second, coupled with the words only for them - the link still there despite everything. Words to tip the scales and let them simply be.
They'll remember this. How could they not?
Their body reacts before they can even think an answer - it's too much. Too, too much. But it's so good as well - their thighs quivering against pointed ears as they cannot help themselves. The release comes swiftly, tousled wool shivering as the rest of them tightens, one hand fisting fleece as the other grasps into dark fur. Fingers thread through the scruff, holding on desperately to where a crown used to sit upon their second's brow.
The broken sounds of their voice cry out, starting syllables of Narinder's name, but it is a strangled noise once more as their back arches and they let themselves go.
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And if I wanted to have your heart? And give you mine in return?
Do you understand? Do you want me as I want you?
Will you give me your heart as you have already stolen mine?
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*but they remember being in Purgatory with the One That Waits - a connection that others didn't have. Couldn't explain. For them there was really no one else. Perhaps that was messed up, given that they died to find their God in the void, but it was what occurred*
*and so here they stand, close enough to remember being near Narinder even then, to have blunt honesty for once and not spitting fire and confusion*
You already have it, Narinder. You always have.
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The realization is obvious. His three eyes widen and his pupils narrow. His heart races and the elation he feels, along with the lack of inhibitions, takes over. He slams his mouth into the Lamb's, kissing them with a fierceness that was not their the last time they kissed.]
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*they refused - there was no way of knowing if they gave up the crown, that they'd be resurrected again if Narinder came back into power. Granted, they never asked, the rage taking over - but they hadn't guaranteed it. By refusing then, the two of them could go on. They made it so - though the complications remained - because of course they did. That was how life was*
*they watch right back as the triplicate eyes widen and sharpen - they feel the way heartbeats race - how could they not? They knew of life and death more intimately now*
*the fierceness startles them for a moment as that mouth is upon their own, but they hold onto Narinder's hand tighter, returning it as they taste the lingering alcohol but care not. Instead, their other hand comes up, brushing through black fur as they indulge now*
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He purrs into the kiss as he presses forward, leaning his weight more into the Lamb. He wants to lay down, on top of them, to feel them under him like he's dreamed of so many times before.]
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*being the smaller of the two of them, even with Narinder kneeling as he is, drunken antics and the fact that the black cat deepens the kiss with tongue and weight. They bleat a soft gasp against his mouth as they topple, hands clutching against Narinder as they go down underneath them - their fleece splaying out like a half unwrapped present*
*but they don't let go*
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His tongue dances with the Lamb's, that adorable bleat sending shivers through Narinder's entire form. He still holds on. His hips press down, his leg pushing the Lamb's legs apart to better fit between them. The kiss breaks but their lips still touch. Narinder's eyes stare into the Lamb's, his middle eye wide and practically heart shaped.]
My. Lamb. [He whispers against soft and flushed lips.]
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*they let him press down against them, feeling hips against their own as they let their tongues dance - stealing tastes of wine and heat and everything that Narinder is giving them. They allow themselves to be greedy for once before the kiss breaks and they're left breathing against lips that threaten to come crashing back against their own*
*the admission of that against their lips makes them smile against it, holding on tighter as they flick their ears*
I am yours and you are mine.
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Love.
The word feels so alien to him in this context. A context of physical and emotional intimacy. This vulnerability he has spent so long running from, trying to hide, and yet so desperate for it to be seen by the one who makes him feel this way. His claw finally releases the hand for he needs both to slide up through the wool and undo the fleece. He unwraps the Lamb to see them in their full splendor. No red fleece to hide the soft wool or the body under it. He kisses down the Lamb's neck, teeth gently nibbling, before descending down chest and stomach. All the way down between the Lamb's legs. He lifts them, locking them on either side of his head, as his mouth searches for their sex. It does find purchase. Tongue and lips brush and lick as he seeks to do one thing.
To pleasure his god.
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Much like their fleece as hands release and find the cloak, undone and pushed away as fluffy wool springs free. They glance up to the triplicate eyes that bore down upon them, taking in all of the sight before Narinder moves and kisses along their throat, along scars of death once given to them. The Lamb gives a heady sound from the sensation, almost wanting to giggle as their second moves down the line of their form and finds their legs.
Their ears go up as they shift onto their elbows to see what Narinder is up to.
Narinder--
Legs slip upward, prompting them to lie back as they bleat a gasp, cheeks darkening before there's tongue and mouth and MORE TONGUE as the sensation overwhelms them. Their hands scrabble for purchase, curling into their fleece as they jerk with pleasure under that deadly mouth.
A-Ah?! Ohh--!
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His middle eye looks up at the Lamb while his other two eyes close as he loses himself in the pleasure, the sensations against his tongue, and the taste. Oh lord the taste. He would gladly live forever if he could experience this everyday from now until the end of all things. Claws gently prick and drag across flesh and wool of those thighs. He speaks with his own mind, sure the Lamb will read it.
More. More. Do not hold back. Let me hear you. My Lamb. My everything.
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They hear Narinder in their mind, unable to do much else as his presence is overwhelming even now. When the roles were switched and they were nothing more than a tiny Vessel, one to worship The One Who Waits, to bring him back to the lands. To want him wholeheartedly through the days of their pilgrimage to bring the flock back.
Gods, Narinder--my lord--
Something that Narinder does makes them near scream in pleasure, this roughened, strangled sound of broken noise as their vocal cords cannot handle it - severed as they were from their original death - slips from them. They know it is not a pleasant noise - it can't be - not with them not being whole with their voice any longer.
They clap their hands against their mouth, shivering in the sensation of Narinder's mouth, but it's very much embarrassment as they just made *that* noise right then and there when they do not speak any longer beyond bleats and baas.
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The sound of a ragged roughed strangled noise of pleasure. The damage that never quite healed, the air forced through a throat that cannot fully form the true sounds of pleasure. To so many it perhaps sounded raw, broken, perhaps even frightening. Not to Narinder.
That is the truth of them to his ears. That is music. A voice broken, unable to be used, yet the pleasure is so great it tries anyway. It releases a sound of jagged harsh reality and yet it sounds so beautiful to him. Because it is their voice. It is what is left of a Lamb he never knew before. It is the voice of his Lamb. The one sent to him by fate and his sibling's foolish cruelty. There is a dark beauty in it that makes Narinder's heart race. His eyes widen, pupils blowing at the sound of it.
His mouth becomes more eager. Lewd slurps and noises ring forth as he practically feasts upon the Lamb's sex. His tongue, lips, and mouth doing everything and anything he can think of to draw another of those noises from his Lamb. His thoughts ringing loudly in his head.
Beautiful. Marvelous. Mine. Your voice rings out for me and me alone. And it's beautiful, my Lamb. All of you is beautiful and soft and dangerous and mine. All mine. Sing for me with your voice for my ears only. Please hide nothing from me now. Let it out. Let me hear it. Let me savor all of you!
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Not that they ever expected anything more than being simply the God of Death now.
Mortal things typically didn't reside with them any longer - a being of something not quite alive and not quite dead - yet the body remembers sensation even now, especially with the rampant stimuli that they are receiving by their hungry second.
They swear the sound only spurned Narinder with more fervor. They gasp against their palms as that mouth works them over with intensity, as if trying to get them to break their silence once more.
It is only when Narinder's thoughts pierce through their own that belays his wants. He liked hearing it? How? It should be terrible to sensitive ears.
But I--
They try to protest it. There's no way to do so as Narinder's mouth is working them over so much they can't keep their voice at bay, another ragged sound screaming from in between fingers as their eyelids slam shut, back wanting to arch as they swear they're going to break into pieces and fly away.
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Narinder thinks it flatly as he keeps working his god with his mouth. Lust and pleasure is no simply mortal thing. True, to feel it as a god and to feel it as a mortal are different in some respects. As a god, Narinder forgot about the lusts of flesh for so long. Forgotten the thrill of warm flesh, claws, and bodies melting and pressing together. He forgot the joy of pleasured moans and the anticipation of more. He had forgotten so much during his time as The One Who Waits.
Ellipsa has made sure it all has come back to him. The needy mortal desires for pleasure and connection. The desperation for release when it was so few and far between. The taste of another on his tongue, the lingering warmth of a touch, the ecstacy of orgasm when it hits with the force of a tidal wave.
For a god, lust can manifest in another way. Kallamar knew that well. Kallamar and his disciples were more than god and followers. He build them into a harem for himself. An idea Narinder had originally sneered at but now? Now he wishes to try something. To truly give into the idea and pour not only pleasure into the Lamb, but devotion. He pours all of his devotion in through his mouth and claws. He allows the Sin to take hold of him and use it to worship his god.
The same one whose thighs press into his sensitive ears. The same who moans with a broken voice that they cannot control. The one whose taste lingers on his tongue and coats his lips and who he can't stop. Not until they break. Not until that pleasure of orgasm tears through them and they cry out and beg him to keep going. He is glad for his loose robes, else his erection would be confined by dense material of trousers. He knows this won't stop here. Narinder can't stop here but he won't press further.
Not until he has finished worshipping at the alter of the Lamb's sex, filled them with his devotion using pleasure, and felt the release on his tongue in return for his loyalty.
Come undone. Don't hold back. My God. My Lamb. I will catch you. I am here. Surrender to pleasure and my devotion and allow your second to give you all you need and want. Be mine so I may give you all of me, my beautiful blessed Lamb. My mate. Mine.
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Especially not until now. Ellipsa was not the Lands of Old Faith - where there was no time - the flock needed them. Followers offered, certainly so, but they declined. Favoritism only led to fights amongst the flock. It was not something that they required either. They were content to keep going on.
This. This was different. They knew Narinder held sinful thoughts - thoughts targeted toward them - but they never pressed beyond helping relieve the overwhelmed condition. They were bound together in ways that others could not fathom and the Lamb was content with that. They would not force when they had already forced hands to keep on living. But when that devotion - true devotion and loyalty - comes from their second, coupled with the words only for them - the link still there despite everything. Words to tip the scales and let them simply be.
They'll remember this. How could they not?
Their body reacts before they can even think an answer - it's too much. Too, too much. But it's so good as well - their thighs quivering against pointed ears as they cannot help themselves. The release comes swiftly, tousled wool shivering as the rest of them tightens, one hand fisting fleece as the other grasps into dark fur. Fingers thread through the scruff, holding on desperately to where a crown used to sit upon their second's brow.
The broken sounds of their voice cry out, starting syllables of Narinder's name, but it is a strangled noise once more as their back arches and they let themselves go.