#cotl smut...

[voidcxltist]

I AM NOT EXPLAINING MUCH MORE.

Second image is my mood

I must remark english is not my main language so idk if host & versicle are properly said-

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Those FUCKIGNG thangs.

[midnightanxietytm]

Don't think about the dream! (NSFW)

A/n: this one is for @melle-d, so not my lamb, I had a lot of fun with this one, didn't even review it, just wrote. Also, can anyone send me a dollar for totally not related reasons? BRL don't really cover it.../j

Summary: But, since turning immortal, since getting their marvelous ring, Ewen, now known as just The Lamb, has looked forward to death, if only because they wish to see their beloved. Three nights ago though, things changed.

MINORS DNI - nsfw under cut

The Lamb is dreading their death.

Weird thing to feel, most people dread their death all their lives, it shouldn't be a new thing at all for them. But, since turning immortal, since getting their marvelous ring, Ewen, now known as just The Lamb, has looked forward to death, if only because they wish to see their beloved.

Three nights ago though, things changed and they had an… Interesting dream, one that involved their legs spread open and their god pounding them ruthlessly, and they’ve been thinking about it ever since, which was the root of their problem. If they died and ended up in his realm, Narinder would surely read their mind and see everything. Sure, it could be an opportunity to tease a bit, nothing they hadn’t done before, but that dream had been especially intimate and it had evoked a more visceral reaction than even their actual experiences.

Now, standing on the doorway to Anura, all ready for a crusade, for the first time, they hesitate. 

They step in anyways, promising themselves that this time it would be a no-death run.

It was not a no-death run.

There wasn’t much time to think about sex dreams when you’re getting swarmed by fireballs and jumped on by giant frogs, but as soon as they appeared on the summoning circle in front of their god and looked up at Narinder, the dream flashed tough their mind all over, a shiver going up their spine.

They don’t remember how it started, but they do remember the heated kisses, his clawed hands ripping their clothes, as Narinder revealed his own eldritch form; arms and abdomen pure bone, so much taller than them, pushing them into the ground and willing the crown into a barbed-

That all crossed the Lamb’s head before they had the sense to stop it. Oh sacred death they shouldn’t have thought about the dream.

There’s half a second of regret before Narinder speaks, his tone amused; “It matters not how many times you are struck down, as I’ve told you, but are you really that eager to see me, little vessel?”

Something about the way his voice rang through the infinite space brought another shiver to them and all they could think was; Don’t think about the dream, over and over, so no answer left their mouth as they looked to the side with an awkward chuckle.

Which seemed to be a mistake, because then came Narinder’s voice again; “What dream, Lamb?” Another shiver,now as they feel their god prod shamelessly into their mind, like cold tentacles prodding into their thoughts and- Oh lord, wrong train of thought! “It’s pointless to try and hide your mind from me, vessel, I own all of you, every thought of yours should be devoted to me.”

“Oh, believe me, my lord, they are.” They say, but almost regret as their tone gives away all the sinful things running through their mind. Narinder seems to find the memory of their dream just then, and Ewen catches a brief second of surprise in his features.

But then he laughs “Oh poor little vessel.” He says. “You wouldn’t be able to take me on this form.” He leans down and uses a giant hand to pull them closer. “Little Lamb, your desire is also devotion that fuels me, even if I can't personally satisfy them…”

The Lamb’s breath hitches at the implications. “I haven’t… I wouldn't dare disrespect your image, my lord.” They say, looking up through their lashes with big doe eyes and raising a hand to the bell on their neck. It was a pretended innocence, they both knew. The lamb had been not-so-subtly provoking Narinder since they first met.

  “Lamb, you are my vessel, you belong to me, every act of yours, every desire, is devotion to me.” The Lamb exhales shakily, the ring around their neck almost burns. “Go on, show me how devoted you are.”

Ewen raises their other hand and undoes the clasp of their fleece, letting it fall to their feet, then they move to remove their bell, but Narinder stops them. “Leave the bell, little lamb.” They do, and start to unbutton their clothes, all while looking up at their god. His hand was still resting on the ground behind them, and they lay down, leaning against it.

Narinder’s eyes are fixated on them as they spread open their legs, already painfully horny. They started to run their hands over their body, as they had done dozens of times before, but now, with their god watching them so intently, it felt so much better.

They don’t waste too much time, soon they’ve shoved two fingers inside themselves and moved them with reckless abandon, breathing shakily and letting out an occasional small bleat of pleasure. Narinder doesn’t say anything, but he watches them with a grin; three red eyes focused on them.

They decide then that if their god wanted to see their dream, they could show how it went, at least partially.

The crown, eager for sin, moves and transforms mid-air, assuming the phallic shape, with the barbs, just like they had imagined. Lamb slides further down, spreading their legs and raising their hips for their god's better view, and the crown shoves itself into them without hesitation.

  And the god watches; the Lamb’s pathetic bleats and moans fill the silence of death's realm with pleasure, with the hot dripping feeling that is desire. The crown moves slowly at first, but it only takes Narinder a bit of will to order it to move faster. 

The little Lamb rolls their eyes, calls his given name in between a moan and with a dumb satisfied smile on their face. Narinder can feel their devotion, their obsession, dripping like the wetness between their legs. “My lord!” They plead, eyes barely focusing on him. “I'm yours all yours!” They say it like a mantra, a prayer to belong to him and him only. 

They say Death is merciless, but Narinder feels quite merciful as he moves his hand to better support his darling vessel before willing the crown to go faster.

Ewen's mind feels melted; their god, Narinder, was looking at them with the repressed hunger only an immortal could have, the crown inside them was hitting all the right places, and their climax approached fast, so fast, almost there.

They cum with a desperate bleat, the crown finally slows down. Narinder takes in the sight of their perfect vessel lost in bliss; in another time, he would have adorned the little lamb in jewels and have them sit on the arm of his throne during every banquet, then take them to his chambers and fuck him over and over just to see them so beautifully blissed out.

But his chained form doesn’t allow him such things, so instead he allows the crown to return to the Lamb’s head — clean and back to its regular shape —  and nudges the lamb to stand on their shaky legs.

“Return to your duties, little vessel, but remember I'm always watching you.”

  The Lamb gets dressed, still a bit shaky, and is sent back to the cult, knowing that their god would have much to watch during the next few nights.

A/n: A little messy, but I had fun trying to write another Lamb, hope i did it justice.

Where are aym and baal during this scene? Out on a walk or smt idk. Whats the Lamb's genitalia like? Bruh whatever is convenient idc im not good at describing those things lol

[the-one-who-lambs]

Okay Tumblr is being an ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE about being able to insert links today for some reason and so won't let me embed it, but I published Chapter 1 of the podfic for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God. Here it is! https://archiveofourown.org/works/61946524/chapters/158403568

For those who may not know what a podfic is, it's basically an audiobook of a fanfic! I'm doing a podfic of my own fic, but there are many people who podfic the works of other authors (with permission, of course). Podfics currently don't really get a lot of "reach", but I think they're an underrated medium of fanwork.

Anyway, if you struggle to read long texts and would rather listen to fanfic like an audiobook, here ya go!

[olrinarts]

Stuck inside during an unanticipated snowstorm, Narinder and the Lamb resort to playing Knucklebones, and it goes... weird. Then the Lamb gets melodramatic. Thankfully, not everyone is content to leave it at that. (narilamb, explicit, 8k.)

[spiderin-space]

You know what? Fucka you *humanizes your furries*

[chonkygingerwrites]

I saw some fan art and I got carried away. 😅

[candycane969]

Hiiiiii guys 😋😋 Im alive

I am absolutely not done with this little fella yet, but I made this design a while back and wanted to share it with yall as a treat. Enjoy the lamby lamb!!!! Im planning on adding top scars to them tbh

[thecursedcake]

Ah, my first 18+ One-shot. Anyone want some horny Shamura?

And I mean it. Stay away younglings. I don't care if is almost your 18th birthday! You wait like a good little degenerate!

[bloos-bloo]

I'm not one to write NSFW fics- but I did want to try it- Sozura fans rejoice :D

YOUNGINS STAY AWAY FROM THIS ONE- (I can't really stop you though- but please respect my boundaries ;v;)

[voidcxltist]

Snall teaser for the famfic I promised!!

Tw as per usual for being suggestive, wrong use and crafting of an aphrodisiac, as well rampant horniness & insinuative things

With a Lust Rite beginning at the next sermon's word, a hangover for Lambert and Missionary Enthusiasm for Narinder, and a need to find a quick cure to their problems, Lambert & Narinder mixed not a teaspon, but a spoonful of catnip with a ton of camelias, chocolate and vanilla, to do themselves a tea.

If this wasn't enough, Calix already had told them what were things that potenciared the sexual desire and that the camelias in generous ammounts started to be an aphrodisiac, and the catnip with them wasn't a good idea, as due the active thing in it had a trigger with camelias—that made their effects stronger together.

So, in under the influence of a fucking timebomb of aphrodisiac, thinking they had just cured themselves the pain of a day, they arrive to the temple, Narinder behind of Lambert all the time, rubbing himself over his fleece and purring. As while, Lambert was pawing himself over his clothes, trying to be as discreet as possible.

By the moment the words "Let your carnal desires be exposed", Narinder flipped him so he turned his face to him, lifted him and pinned his small body to the temple's stone table.

"Do I get to play too?"

Lambert's eyes went wide as he saw Narinder leaning closer to him, but didn't resisted. In fact, he pulled his head to his, kissing him deeply.

Only the temple's walls will know what they did. Well, the walls and the several eyes that were peeking to heir their coupling happening.

This is just a sneak peek DON'T GET HIGH HOPES BECAUSE THE PORN W/OUT PLOT'S MY PASSION BUT I'M TRYING TO SOMETHING DECENT.

[midnightanxietytm]

Careless Indulgence (NSFW)

MINORS DNI

a/n: Rejoice! Narilamb be upon ye! This time it's actually the smut i mentioned.

Summary: The first time a dream like this comes, he ignores it, shoves it to the back of his mind and does his chores like normal, insults the Lamb like normal, in fact, he barely thinks about them at all.

Gods don’t dream.

But Narinder isn’t a god anymore, so his subconscious is free to generate any ethereal scenario it desires to fill the hours of nothingness that is sleep.

This one, though, is most unusual.

He’s in the temple, a sermon just ended and The Lamb is stepping down from the lectern with a spring on their step and a smile, and walking over to him. “For someone who claims to hate hearing me talk, you pay a lot of attention to my sermons.” They giggle, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

It was true, he paid attention to every sermon, and devotion poured out of him, unwillingly so, but it still did. “Do not flatter yourself,” He said, “You made attendance mandatory, unless stated otherwise, I’m forced to be here…” And the Lamb giggles again, now hugging him by the shoulders. His hands slithered under their fleece and settled on their hips.

That’s how he knew he was dreaming; if it was real, he would never allow himself to do such a thing. In his dreams, he relishes the feeling of the soft wool beneath his paw. “Hm? You want my permission to skip the sermons? If it’s what you want I can give you.” They rest their head on his shoulder, one of their hands caresses his face oh-so sweetly.

Narinder rolls his eyes. “You’d just find another way to pester me.”

Their breath is hot against his neck, Oh I hate them, Narinder thinks, and holds their face softly before pressing their mouths together. The dream melts together along with the hot feeling in his body.

He’s in the altar, Lamb laid on the lectern, moaning his name like a prayer.

They’re in the forest, He’s laid on the grass , the Lamb, riding him with eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open with gasps.

They’re in the main grounds, a bonfire is lit and the Lamb’s mouth is closed around him and he pants, clawing at the wool on his head.

The first time a dream like this comes, he ignores it, shoves it to the back of his mind and does his chores like normal, insults the Lamb like normal, in fact, he barely thinks about them at all.

The second one is admittedly unexpected, but he still manages to deal with his hard-on and move on with his day.

After almost a week having dreams like those, he can’t take it anymore.

By now, every place in the cult grounds has been lewd up by his mind, and every mildly suggestive thing the Lamb says or does has already featured in a degenerated scenario in his dreams; The temple, the farm, the forest, behind the temple, the kitchens, both of their shelters, against the statue the Lamb had erected in his likeness — a personal favorite of his—, against the Lamb’s own statue, during rituals, in the table after a feast…

At some point, Narinder is sure the Lamb doesn’t even need to read his thoughts to see the debauchery of his late-night fantasies, because of that he’s been avoiding the Lamb like they were a plague.

But they still manage to find him, like a little predator stalking prey. 

They corner him after two messily days of avoidance, pulling him back after the sermon and promptly closing the temple doors. “Nari, I thought we were past this stage already.” They say, their voice echoes.

“You thought wrong, Lamb, as you often do.” It’s no use lying, so he chooses to dodge the question entirely.

His usurper, though, doesn't plan on letting him escape that easily; they march towards him with drive, and Narinder tries to pretend he remained unaffected by leaning back against the column behind him. “You're hiding something, I can see it, Nari.” They say, hands on their hips and head tilting, making the bell around their neck jingle softly.

Narinder wonders if it would jingle when he shoves the usurper onto their back and—.

“There!” The lamb exclaims suddenly. “You stopped your own train of thought! What was that? Are you thinking about murdering me again? Are you dissenting? You don't look like you're dissenting!” They ramble endlessly.

Oh, to hell with it! Narinder thinks. They will just read my mind anyways. And before the Lamb can predict his next action, Narinder pounces.

He takes them by the face, with both hands, and smacks their lips together. The lamb lets out a surprised gasp, then promptly melts in his hands, so he lets go of their face in favor of their hips, then reverses their positions to pin the Lamb against the column.

He’s quick to add his teeth into the mix, he bites the Lamb’s lips until he feels the metallic taste of blood, then he licks it, and It's all a mess from there.

The damned Lamb moans into his mouth, matching his energy and his every action. Soon, Narinder is holding them up by the thighs, their legs wrapped around him as they both bite, lick and moan against eachother's mouth.

  Disrobing is not easy, but they manage to do a quick job of it, and Narinder lays the Lamb on their back on top of his own discarded clothes almost tenderly, before biting into their shoulder with force only to feel their blood on his tongue and to hear the pathetic bleat they let out. “You wanted to know what I was hiding?” He asks, rhetorically, because he shoves a finger inside the Lamb and knows that they won't answer through their moans. “This is it. I've been wanting to fuck you, dreaming about it.” He shoves a second finger, moving his hand in a slow rhythm only to hear the Lamb finally gasp some air, just to moan out again.

“Narinder!” They call in-between their moans. “Wait- more, please more” They are almost incoherent, Narinder smiles, his hand moving faster as was requested.

“It's so much better in a godly body, isn't it? It's like divinity enhances it.” He taunts, then kisses the already fading bite mark he had left. “Let me fuck you, my Lamb?” He whispers sweetly. “You wanted my crown? Fine, I’ll show you all it can do for you.”

The Lamb nods with fervor, the bell on their neck chimes. Narinder removes his fingers from their quivering hole and holds their legs open before shoving himself into them with a slow but fluid movement.

The Lamb’s body greedily takes in the new sensation, their back arches off the ground and they let out a divine, long and pleasured moan.

Nothing was better than this, nothing could possibly rival the union of their bodies, no nectar or ambrosia would ever be more innebriating than the taste of each other. Their ecstasy mixes, they begin to move against each other in a heated frenzy.

Their moans fill the temple, sounding holier than the prayers, their rhythm dictated by the chime of the Lamb’s bell and the sound of their hips meeting with each thrust.

Lamb thinks they will become addicted to this; the mutual devotion this carnal act brings them, the feeling of being so full, the sound of Narinder's heavy breathing and raspy moans.

This is true divinity, this raw and passionate and carnal desire is so utterly mortal that it circles right back into godhood.

Both chase their highs with desperation, bodies rutting against each other.

And when they reach it, it's devastating, both gasp for air like it's their first time breathing in centuries. Their bodies finally still against each other as they come back to themselves.

Silence hangs in the air for a few moments, then the cheeky Lamb opens their mouth; “You’ve been dreaming about this?” They tease. 

Narinder rolls his eyes and fights the smile that insists on crawling up to his lips; “Shut up!” They only hum in response, hugging him by the shoulders and making him lay down by their side.

“I’m glad I could fulfill your desires, then…” They smile up at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips, Narinder stays silent, purring contently despite his expressionless face.

If I told yall this is the second smut I've ever written in my life, would yall believe me? Cuz I'm quite proud of it. Hope you guys like it too

[thebluester2020]

✨! Commissions Open ! ✨

I don't have much to put here besides—my commissions are finally opening up again after closing them for a while! I've been getting into some pretty cool fandoms lately and I'm taking this opportunity to draw for 'em.

So, if you feel like seeing an OC, waifu, or husband being drawn by me then I'd suggest looking at my Ko-Fi <33

[ ⚠️ P.S: I'm an NSFW artist so I catch any underaged folks snooping around then I'm more than happy to block. Please don't ask for an NSFW commission unless you're an adult ⚠️ ]

Art Examples Below The Cut

[rottingbearface]

hey, cult of the lamb fans! i am a writer on AO3 and would really appreciate some extra support! currently i have 1 work and it is a compilation of romance and smut oh god not the smut

i'm having a lot of fun writing so far! the work involves my lambsona Puck and his 8 (eight) spouses.

i really hope you guys enjoy! i'm working quite hard on this. if you have any requests (i will soon make a post of relationships and characters), please let me know thru my asks!! thanks a ton!

[candycane969]

Hey guys..............what if I wrote a cult of the lamb one shot..............................would you still think Im cool........

[thecursedcake]

Should I write smut? Probably not.

Am I going to?

Likely.