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hellu! this is the first in a series of Vignettes set in a worldbuild called Extorium, it is a fantasy gods and goddesses world featuring a race of animal-like humanoids. This first collection of vignettes centers around three gods, Auria, Lyon and Zerachiel! Hope you enjoy! - its quite long i know, hopefully the next ones will be shorter ^-^; i am not known for my brevity content warning: dubcon (dubious consent), kidnapping, imprisonment, power imbalance, dom/sub, size difference, stomach bulge, minor cumflation, voyeurism

Extorium I - Pinned by Death

Fae Queen Auria, goddess of life, light and rainbows finds herself bounding through her once peaceful forest at breakneck speed. Her striped rose-gold fur is a blur, dashing between trees and prancing over roots and crystals jutting out of the ground. She looks over her shoulder to confirm that she is still being pursued.

Demon Lord Lyon, god of death and destruction rips through the tranquil Crystal Woods like a hurricane. His immense form bursts through tree branches and claws up dirt as he hunts his prey, quickly catching up to her as she stumbles through the thicket. He’s twice her size, hard muscle flexes under his thick dark grey coat, his twisted gnarled horns glowing with divinity, tear through the treetops as he pounces. As this happens she turns to look at him once more, tripping on a root underfoot and falling as he descends upon her.

She yelps before being blanketed in darkness, large black claws dig into her flesh, tons of muscle and fur pin her down from behind. She feels a hearty belly laugh escape the beast, his large belly pressing her deeper into the peach pink grass with every jostle.

His words rumble through his chest like an earthquake as he lowers his head to hers.

“You can’t outrun me, princess.”

Auria squirms under his grip. “Queen!” She corrects, a futile effort. ‘Princess’ is his favourite nickname for her when he gets in one of his moods. But this is a new low, chasing her around like some childish animal.

“Nngh! Explain yourself, Demonlord!” She demands, continuing to writhe under his weight.

She doesn’t have to squirm for long however. He doesn't respond but Lyon quickly steps up off the ground, picking Auria up with him. Grasping her by her waist, his giant paws almost wrap entirely around her midsection. Another noise escapes her as she’s forcefully pressed up against a tree in front of her.

Strength wise Auria is completely outmatched, they are both gods however and if Auria so desired her pure divine power is of equal match to all the other gods, Lyon included. But great power must be taken into consideration, is it worth destroying half her realm fighting off the brute only for him to return again, or simply see how this plays out. For now, she decides on the latter.

“Wh- What has gotten into you!!?” She asks again to no response.

She’s had run-ins with Lyon plenty of times before, arguments during council gatherings, small wars and battles. But for the most part the God of Death seemed to ignore her. For being opposite sides of the same coin, they don’t share a lot in common nor a desire to talk much. Most of the gods have petty issues and thorough history with one another but Lyon and Auria’s relationship is particularly cold.

The tigress’ thoughts are rudely interrupted by the sensation of something large and hard pressing between her legs. In shock she jumps and looks down to see her silks lifted by the intruding form. Hot in the face now and in a huff she turns to look over her shoulder at Lyon as he presses his body into the back of hers. Pushing her harder into the tree and forcing himself higher between her legs, now gently caressing her thinly clothed sex. She gasps.

“Lyon stop this at once!!!” Her face flushes hotter as her grip on the tree tightens. She was not expecting this.

She has never been this close to Lyon before, let alone had sex with him. Sex is a unique tool of the gods, its use is not dissimilar to battle or correspondence. It can be used tactically to achieve or disseminate power, to send a message or as an expression of emotion. Sex as a concept is treated differently by the spirits than it is by mortals. Gods typically wear little to no clothes for the lack of shame in their bodies, their physical forms are merely a tool. Most clothing and jewellery is simply for decoration. This, due to the easy access, often means sex is just as feasible to stumble into as something like a duel. Many gods use it just as much as fighting, some prefer it.

Without warning Lyon slips his hand under the silk covering Auria and in one fell swoop, tears the cloth from her person. The shimmering white gold fabric flutters to the ground like feathers. She yelps again at the show of force, but now distracted by the now completely uncovered cock sliding between her legs. It radiates a frigid cold aura, unexpected for this part of the body but not for the god of death. Ice cold fire is a signature of his magic.

She wriggles again and a small growl escapes between her clenched teeth but it's useless against the vice-like grip he has on her waist keeping her in place. His other hand now appears out of her peripheral vision. It leans against the wood in front of her as he leans on her, his fangs now centimetres from her ear. His icy breath turns the air around her face cold. She shivers.

His voice rumbles out of him once again, like rocks falling down a mountain side, he speaks flatly and with authority. “Auria, God of Life, Princess of this Realm. You will submit your body to mine and sire my divine heir!”

“What!?” Auria barks. Her body stiffens in shock and confusion. “Th- thats now how- i- '' She doesn’t get a chance to stumble through an explanation of how that doesn’t make any sense before she’s interrupted by yet another voice filling this air. This time it floats down from above like an annoying bird-song, singing too early in the morning.

“Found yourself in quite the pickle, haven’t you Auria?” Zerachiel, King of Angels asks with a sardonic grin. Himself perched high in a tree across from her. One of his hooved legs swings off of the branch while he lavishly lays his back against the trunk, clearly quite comfortable and enjoying the view.

“Grrr, Zerachiel…” The name drips out of her mouth like acid. “This is your doing, isn't it?”

The Demonlord doesn’t seem to notice the intrusion and begins making himself comfortable, both of his hands return to her hips as he begins to slowly slide himself in and out between her thighs. Another gasp escapes her as he rumbles contently.

Zerachiel chuckles, simply drinking in the sight.

“Oh not at all,” his voice trails off every sentence with an obnoxious satisfied sigh. “I’m just here for the entertainment. Plain and simple.” He says with a shrug.

Auria growls again, glaring up at the impudent angel. But her anger is once again disrupted as the warlord gets impatient. He picks up the tigress by her hips, her feet now dangling as she supports her top half by bracing against the tree. She kicks at his legs but it’s no use, she’s like a doll in his hands.

He slides against her faster and harder now, slick building up between them and wetness dripping from the end of his enormous cock. She feels its large knotted base push against the back of her thighs. She looks down to watch, its colour is a dark grey, getting darker as it gets closer to the base. It’s veiny and massive, almost as thick as her thigh, it bulges out at the middle and comes to an almost pointed tip. She watches as it pulls out from between her legs. She gasps and begins wriggling again as she feels him press the tip of his cock against her entrance, now slick with both of their arousal.

“Lyon! Stop!” She pleads, she quickly glances up at Zerachiel for any sign that he might offer help but he simply tilts his head in sadistic curiosity.

Auria fights off a whine as she feels him push into her, his thickness spreading her open. Her body simply pulled onto him like a toy. She can’t deny the bolts of electric bliss shooting down her arms and legs from her core. A moan escapes her as he pushes deeper into her. She feels herself ride over the bulge on his cock, slowly spreading her open wide before narrowing again, he quickly thrusts the rest of himself into her. Her ass bouncing on his knot. She feels him pulsate inside her with pleasure. Her claws are now almost entirely sunken into the tree from her clawing, she’s holding onto it for dear life. Lyon growls with pleasure, rocking his head back on loose shoulders.

Zerachiel’s eyebrows raise in interest, he can’t keep his eyes off them as he traces his bottom lip with his finger. This is much more of a sight than he could ever hope for. He’s impressed how she took it all at once, he’s seen much larger spirits struggle with that man's cock. ‘The benefits of true divinity’ he thinks to himself.

Lyon lifts Auria’s hips up off him slightly, agonisingly pulling the bulge of his cock back through her entrance, feeling the tightness of the ring hugging him, how it twitches as it’s stretched to its absolute limit. He holds there for a second before bringing her crashing back down onto him. Feeling the tip of his cock breach deeper into her, the ripples of flesh pulsating around him. He’s fucked other gods before but her warmth and magic are like nothing he’s ever felt before. He starts thrusting into her, each time pulling her harder and harder down onto the top of his knot, it threatens to enter her more and more each time. Auria’s legs dangle limply as she’s fucked ruthlessly, they swing in rhythm to his thrusts.

Auria’s head drops loosely between her arms, it takes all her might not to simply let sensation take over, Lyon’s ice cold energy radiating from his cock has an almost tingly numbing effect. It’s making her body incredibly sensitive and it increasingly difficult to not allow her body to simply drop and submit but she has to stay focussed. It’s humiliating but she has to keep her ground.

She straightens her arms and braces harder against the tree as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming more desperate and animalistic. She moves to brace her feet on his knees, giving her a somewhat greater sense of stability. But doing so opened up her wider, shifting their position slightly and allowing him to fuck her deeper. Hitting right up into her most sensitive spots. Another shocked moan escapes her lips as she fights the bliss, her eyes roll back slightly but she regains composure.

She tries to steady her breathing, she HAS to say something. But Zerachiel speaks her thought before she does.

“Have you told him that you’re a God? That can control when and how you get pregnant?” He asks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Auria’s pure rage at the man helps snap her back to her senses.

“He SHOULD know that!” She yells, firing a glance behind her but she is only met with the primal hunger of Lyon’s eyes, only focussed on the task at hand. She sighs angrily and returns to glaring at the tree. She musters her words;

“I will NEVER carry your heirs Lyon! NEVER!” She screams, hoping to be heard. She’s simply met with increased, fervent thrusts inside her. Moans are forced out of her throat by the change of pace, she can barely hold herself up against the tree she’s being fucked into. It creaks under their combined weight and force.

Lyon’s knotted base presses itself hard against her entrance on every thrust, threatening to pop inside her at any moment; she tries to pull herself away in vain.

Suddenly he pulls back slowly, and then pushes back in slower, agonisingly slow. As his cocks slides into her body he once again lowers his torso against her back, teeth grazing the tips of her ears.

“Then I will simply hunt you down, take you and fuck you full of my seed, over, and over again until you do.”

His voice is emotionless, the fur along her body stands on end at the coldness, even Zerachiel recoils slightly in shock.

“Lyon, I will NEVER allow it!” “Then this will. NEVER. END.”

At that he thrusts again, the knot of his cock pressing harder and harder against her, disregarding her pleas and moans, eventually her body succumbs to the pressure and his entire knot slips inside her with a wet ‘pop!’. Auria screams in ecstasy and her eyes roll back, her head drops between her shoulders limply once again and she can see her belly bulge ever so slightly from the intrusion inside her. Lyon roars with pleasure as he thrusts little twitching mostions inside of her, his cock twitches inside of her before suddenly. release. She watches her belly grow further as he pumps her full of his divine seed. Once, twice, the pressure inside of her is too much and forces his cock out. He pumps more, filling her up as he exits her, three, four pumps, the icy white substance almost burns with cold, he pulls out entirely as one more load escapes him and splatters itself across her back, ass and thighs.

Her body tenses and releases with orgasm, the stimulation from the icy cold cum filling and covering her causes her to cum again. Forcing the glowing white substance out of her and down her thighs. Her legs twitch limply in their grasp, her mind is blank as she slowly regains the ability to breathe.

Lyon finally lets go of Auria’s waist, she feels deep bruises in the shape of his fingers begin to bloom across her hips and abdomen. He simply watches as she falls limply to the forest floor. Zerachiel merely continues watching in silence as to not alert the demon lord to his presence, but Lyon shoots a piercing glance at him before turning away.

“Chain her and prepare us for the road back!” Lyon commands seemingly to noone before out of thin air a small consort of guards appears before him. Two of the guards nod and one of them summons a heavy set of iron cuffs and chains. They kneel before Auria, who’s still dazed and begin gently sealing the iron links around her neck and wrists. The chains connecting them clink and clatter as they move. The dark, midnight iron contrasts heavily against her soft peach fur.

The guards grab Auria by her arms and yank her to her feet but her legs can’t quite support her yet, in a huff she uses what divine strength she has to pull herself back to the ground in protest.

“At least give me the dignity to rest and be able to walk myself…” She pleas softly to Lyon, who looks down at her from the corner of his eye.

“I'll allow it.” He replies matter of factly.

After a few minutes of regaining her composure, Auria stands on her own and holds out her cuffed hands and holds her head up high. A guard takes the chain in his hand and begins to lead her away, following Lyon. They quietly leave the Crystal Woods and march towards the bridge between Auria’s kingdom and Lyon’s. A cave hidden deep in the woods. There are many such bridges like this, connecting the realms of each god to one another. They weren’t known at first but were slowly discovered over time.

They pass through Auria’s main court and past a small village of woodland creatures, some of Auria’s kin stare at her in shock, others simply turn their eyes away out of respect. Soon enough they reach the cave and traverse into Darkreach, the land of the dead.

#story #extorium #nsft #nsft text #bd/sm #fantasy #original fiction #furry #anthro #figer #wolf #deer #also if this gets doinked ill just link to my cohost which ill set up today ^-^

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