#Lamb dealing with the cult and the bishops while Narinder Aym and Baal try to find a way to get free without Lamb having to die

[justarandomlambblog]

What if.... self indulgent au where after defeating the Bishops Narinder realizes he's grown fond (*cough*inlovewith*cough*) of the Lamb and doesn't want them to die.... so when Lamb comes to free him he's just like. Actually it isn't time yet. Keep growing the cult. Yeah Mystic Seller the Lamb is my proxy you gotta talk to them and theyll tell ne what you said uh huh. No Lamb it's not time yet- one day it'll be time but not yet.......

[2tiredgal]

18+ Cult of the Lamb Roleplay! No one under 18 allowed!! Looking for someone to play as a dominant top. All characters will be hybrids (human with animal ears, tails, horns if they have them). If this interests you message me on my discord 2tiredgal

Lamb goes into a heat, needs help. Pretty simple. This is the first one he's had in awhile since he had been far too busy fighting for his cult and his life on a daily basis. Now with everything settled for now its finally hit him again. I'm looking for really any characters. The Bishops, Followers (Any Animal Types or even Witness / Guardian Forms), The One Who Waits / Narinder, Aym, Baal, ect. The animals will be hyrbids. So, humans with animal ears, tails, and horns if they have them.

Now the Lamb's name will be Lazarus, just fits the whole cult thing to me. Its not rare for his followers to know his name though they do stick to 'Leader' a lot. His age is unknown and with the new label of 'newborn god' I can safely say he is immortal now as well. Of course he is short and small, but by now its know his looks are quite deceiving. He probably reaches to be 5'3 to 5'4, so probably the shortest of the cult. I do not mind if whoever you play as is much taller. His eyes use to be dark brown until he took the crown and now they stay a beautiful cherry red color. His skin is a darker tone, I would say it is an espresso tone. His hair is still pure white. Its short, fluffy, and curly.

Now Kinks, I am open to anything BUT unsanitary (scat, piss, ect) ones and extreme (gore, vore, ect). My personal ones are Size Difference, Light Cum Inflation, Belly Bulge, Praise, Degradation, Pet Names (Masc + Fem), Collars + Leashes, Marking + Claiming, Hair Pulling, and Light Bondage. Let me know of your kinks and limits upon answering. If any in my list makes you uncomfortable or are not liked let me know.

Lamb Reference;

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/e8/b3/f6e8b3aa6511410d52543eb211c27a6c.jpg

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It had been nearly an entire day since anyone had seen their leader. The lamb hybrid had been locked away in his personal quarters, shouting at anyone who tried to come in. Concern and anxiety flooded through the cult. Many thinking the worse that their leader was on his death bed even though since gaining his new title as 'newborn god' he had long become immortal. Death was something that could not keepnhim down, no matter the severity of a wound or illness. Of course, others thought with more rationality and assumed he had just gotten ill. None of these were the reasoning of his shut in. In the days before he had began to lead his cult he had gone through these things called 'heats'. A state where he was annoyingly and overly aroused as well as very riled up. It was meant for the time of breeding, but he didn't partake in that as he did not have a folk before. A mere outcast he had been. How those idiots who rejected him looked like fools now as he was alive, a powerful god with a strong following while all of them were dead.

As of present day, Lazarus was stuck on his cot, clothes all complete off. All of them had long been tossed to the side without any thought or care. His body was unbearably hot and uncomfortable. His clothes only had made him feel all that more uncomfortable. He was absolutely miserable right now and cursing that he was stuck having to deal with this hell still. A pitiful whine pulled from his throat as that horrible ache in his gut intensified. He had become a god and yet, he still had to deal with this bullshit!? Ugh! Damn it! His face was buried within his pillow, one hand clutching tightly onto it while his other hand was busy thrusting his thin fingers into himself. His cock was leaking and heavy between his legs. None of what he did seemed to even ease that awful ache!

Lazarus thrusted his fingers a bit rougher and harder, trying his absolute best to ease just even a little bit of it. A large part of him knew that his fingers weren't going to help. This wasn't the first time he had to deal with this alone. However, it was the first time he was around others. Ones that did care for him. Trust him, he did feel horrible for shouting at them and worrying them. It just couldn't be helped. His entire body froze up when a familiar voice reached his ears as well as the door to his quarters opening. His head snapped up and bright red eyes locked with the other's. Silence stretched on and he couldn't help the frustrated groan that escaped his throat. "What is it you need?" He finally asked, unwillingly slipping his fingers out of himself and snatched his blanket to cover his body up. "I'm quite busy right now so hurry and tell me before I kick you out." Usually the Leader wasn't like this. He was rarely ever snappish or aggressive with anyone in his cult. The heat was the culprit to be blamed for his sudden attitude.