#gift him a cursed lamb relic!

[dirtdotmp3]

gifts for him? someone is about to accidentally send their bf to the spirit world. or on purpose. sally jackson style.

[liteonlamb]

The New Generation

The Lamb and all the new Crown Bearers from my "Fate of the Red Crown" au More info below

A little bit about each character from left to right

If you're interested in seein more of this lil world o mine my ask box is WIIIDE open :)

Sakuro; Previous member of Leshy's following before his death. Sakuro tended to the camellias, got along well with all her fellow cult members and was very well liked though she led a very peaceful and reserved life. After Leshy's defeat by the Lamb his cult fell to chaos and Sakuro took up archery for her defense during the time. Eventually after the initial chaos the cult attempted to reform under a new leader. Majority rule picked Sakuro as the best fit for the new leader and she was given ownership of the green crown. Sakuro begrudgingly accepted the crown after the overwhelming support, though she really doesn't want to be the leader. She continues bearing the Green Crown due to her caring about the cult which is practically her family and not wishing to pass such a burden to another. Ekari; Previously the disciple of Heket, Ekari acquired the Yellow Crown through force in the violence that occurred after Heket's death. Ekari's proficiency with a dagger makes quick work of any in Anura who oppose him. Ekari believes that one must fight for what they have and want. If you are too weak to defend what you have then you have no right to it. He leads what's left of Heket's following through fear and respect of his violent tendencies. Ekari believes that he is the strongest being, and so far, those who have sought to prove him wrong have perished in their delusion. The Lamb; Previous vessel and now sole bearer of the Red Crown, The Lamb's past is unknown by most and is not too often recalled by the Lamb himself The Lamb leads his following with values of mercy and community. Though he can be led astray, The Lamb generally has good intentions and wishes for the betterment of all who are under his protection. Koren and Aark; Born and raised as part of Kallamar's following, Koren had a fairly uneventful life until his teenage years. During which he would fall fatally ill. Koren fell into a deep depression at the realization of his life being cut short, though he was eventually pulled out of it by the companionship of his jellyfish Aark whom he was gifted as his condition worsened. During this time, Koren became infatuated by curses and relics, eventually, through trial and error, creating his own relic by imbuing a knucklebones dice with mass amounts of fervour. The properties of the dice relic allowed for Koren to be cured of his ailment, and the second chance he was given gave him a deep appreciation of his life. After Kallamar's untimely end, Koren was eventually chosen by the following to be the Crown Bearer due to his personality being the guiding light that they needed in these dark times. Koren leads the following with the companionship of Aark as the 2 have become an inseparable duo in their shared immortality. Ceru; Ceru was raised by Shamura to become the new bishop of the Purple Crown after they suffered their grievous injury at the hands of Narinder. During their years under Shamura's guidance, Ceru would be taught many of the principles of leadership, war, combat, and the wisdom and values that they would need to become the next bishop. Though unfortunately for Ceru, their training would be cut short by The Lamb slaying Shamura leading to Ceru immediately having to assume the responsibly of the Purple Crown. Ceru now tries to lead their cult the best they can with the wisdom they currently have whilst also dealing with the loss of their only family they know.

[milksakex]

New Narinder Headcanons

So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster

Uses his tail to stim 

Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

He was kinda an asshole

One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial 

So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion 

His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it

It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells 

Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger. 

It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms

His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers

When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops

This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god. 

When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan. 

He didn't even know about Foranus 

When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.

Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.

Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.

He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.

He doesn't regret it. 

Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.

He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.

He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually. 

He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even. 

How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb? 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help. 

The Lamb helps anyway.  

When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.

His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is 

Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one. 

Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb

[tooaverageofagamer]

REVIEW: Cult of the Lamb - Massive Monster

Release Date: 11 August 2022 Available: PC, Nintendo Switch, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, Xbox One, and Xbox Series X/S. Genre: Indie, 2D, rogue-like, dungeon crawler, management simulator. Review Length: Medium (~1.4K words) Review Spoilers: Mild

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Story

You begin your story in Cult of the Lamb as a little lamb (informally named 'Lambert' by the community), the last of their kind, by being executed by The Bishops of the 'old faith'. You avoid the end of your life because of an imprisoned, banished deity known as 'The One Who Waits' who promises to resurrect you if you make a deal, where it’s now your goal to free him from his imprisonment chains by The Bishops. 'The One Who Waits' gifts you a demonic crown to hold and bring forth your powers.

You partake in rouge crusades through different 'Lands of False Prophets', to defeat the four Bishops to free the disgraced to whom you owe your life.

In the name of 'The One Who Waits', you form a cult, gathering followers and proving that you can manage this cult by providing for your follower's needs. Practising rituals to favour your followers and your own gameplay technique, to further gain the power to roll and cut through The Bishops' lands with a steel woollen fist (hoof?).

While the game is mainly focused on its gameplay rather than its story, the plot is still enjoyable. It is a simple and straightforward story that still adds to the overall experience. As you fight deeper into the dungeon floors, you meet various unique characters. Interacting with them is always interesting, even though you might feel some are a bit similar to each other personality-wise.

Gameplay

Cult of the Lamb is a cutesy-looking, rogue-like indie game about forming and managing your own cult to gain 'devotion' from your followers to become more powerful to master your way through the main four levels available to you.

There are difficulty settings in this game, so I’ll be speaking for an “average” difficulty play-through; no zero-hit speed run attempts here!

Even with a recommendation from the game itself to play with a controller, I played with a keyboard and mouse so I’ll be speaking from that POV also.

To start off, I usually find dungeon crawler rogue likes difficult to manoeuvre, but I found Cult of the Lamb very accessible to an average gamer and even when I was frustrated at certain points, I always found myself inspired to continue on with the fight.

Weapons are provided to you in 6 main classes, Swords, Axes, Daggers, Gauntlets, and Hammers. It is total luck of the draw which weapon you are provided with at the start of a run, which some may find annoying if they believe they are more proficient in one weapon over the other, but I like to think that this way allows a player to get a feel for every class of weapon that could be thrown their way, not allowing them to feel stuck. Weapons can be swapped out during a run, depending on the randomly generated rooms and floors that the game hands you.

Curses are also provided to you at the beginning of the run and can be interchanged as the run goes on through shops and loot drops. Curses are spells that are used to cause extra damage to your enemies, poisons, pushbacks, projectiles, and more are available to unlock. There are a total of 25 curses that can be unlocked as you play.

Tarot cards are a game mechanic that makes you feel every run is different and makes you develop a strategy for every card you're dealt with. Tarot cards could provide you with extra health, damaging rolls, better loot, and much more. There are 43 tarot cards to unlock and become available as you continue your runs. You collect Tarot cards as you continue your run, from chests and from shops that are randomly generated on each floor.

Relics are introduced a little later in the game, they can be discovered in a shop or randomly from a loot chest. Relics can be recharged after use, but some relics are classed as 'fragile', indicating it's a single use.

Once you've completed a dungeon by defeating its boss, you can replace them as many times as you want, for as long as you want, as the dungeon then becomes infinite with many floors and many chances to gather valuable resources for your followers back at camp.

You have 3 save files available to you, allowing you to play many saves in different ways.

I personally found the controls a little hard to manage at the start, but thankfully at a certain point, you feel like you suddenly develop an almost muscle memory of your movements and tactics (and slightly sore fingers from long play sessions - I am weak, yes) as you flail through the dungeons. You feel like you developed multiple play styles in such a short time, that you feel like an almost above-average gamer!

If you feel overwhelmed by the mechanics I just listed, that you might feel like it would be too confusing for you to understand, do not worry - I felt the same for a little while! Once you've gotten through about 2-3 hours of gameplay, you start to feel more comfortable. Even if you don't in that rough timeframe, the game has no time limit. Take your time, and have downtime chilling with your followers!

In this downtime from your average dungeon crawling, manage your cult's stomping ground and meet interesting characters. Characters who provide you with quests to help you gain more stylish (100% polyester sadly /j) cloaks to advance your playstyle and let you sinfully gamble for a bit of extra gold. Build your campgrounds up in decorations, resource mines, burial grounds, and more with the devotion you gain from your follower's worship.

Talking about your followers, give them tasks to bear, sacrifice them, get them high, and maybe even marry your favourite! maybe marry your other 5 favourites too! Depending on the route you go with unlocking the rituals you can conduct, give your cult following the life they probably didn't want! Don't worry if they say they want to leave, just reteach them your ways in jail gentle reformation lessons!

For Twitch Streamer, Cult of the Lamb might be a good game to have your viewers feel a little bit involved in your content! Integrate your game with your Twitch account to allow you a few engaging features!

Here is a few highlights of this feature:

Viewers can use Channel Points to fill up your Twitch Totem Bar. When full you will receive a reward!

Viewers can vote to Help or Hinder events will happen automatically.

Allow viewers to enter a raffle to create your next follower. The winner can design the follower and it will display their Twitch name above the follower always.

3-Twitch exclusive follower forms become available!

Art Style/Music

The cute, cartoonish style of Cult of the Lamb is a joy to look at and experience, even with the game's slightly dark undertones, it never ruins the mood, I say it only enhances it. You might draw a few similarities with the style of Don't Starve Together by Klei Entertainment. In fact, the two developers have done crossovers in their respective games!

The coloured lighting and dark shadows shown in the game largely enhance the unknown or middle-of-nowhere feeling of your camp and the dungeons you traverse. The strong outlines of the artwork, from the bushes, the rocks, the poop, it doesn't cause any eye strain to the player.

The music in Cult of the Lamb is mystical sounding, which enhances the daunting moments, and the moments of stressful movements you have to perform. Some of the more psychedelic-sounding music might be a bit off-putting or unsettling to some players when you first hear it, but once you settle into the gameplay, the music almost drowns out over your constant internal attack planning.

My top songs from the Cult of the Lamb OST would be:

Start a Cult

Knucklebones

Silk Cradle

The Cult of the Lamb OST can be found on Spotify.

Final Comments

Cult of the Lamb can be both chill and stressful. Once you get comfortable with your multiple available playstyles, the stress almost melts off and becomes a type of determination to finish your story. I did feel the story was just over and done with suddenly once the final boss was defeated, but I wouldn't use that to discredit the other 99% of the game.

The replayability is fresh and each play-through feels new. It's a suitable game to start off with if you're not familiar with rogue-likes and want a bit of story attached to it.

Cheers,

The Average Gamer

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[ibelongtowrath]

Repent - Simeon x Reader (Obey Me!)

A/N: I got an idea for a dominant Simeon and decided to combine it with a request I had. I will see all of you in hell. Prompt: “You have no idea how badly I want you.” Pair: Simeon x Fem!Reader Tags/warnings: NSFW/18+, dominance, cursing, degradation, oral sex, face fucking, spitting, finger fucking, squirting, choking, rough sex, and a whole lot of sin. NSFW below the cut!

My...why don’t you come to my room tonight, beautiful girl? I’m sure that you will look even more delectable, standing before me. - Simeon

Your hand reaches out, almost hesitantly, placing three quick, light raps on the door. Turning your hand around, nails briefly dig into your palms before fanning your fingers back out, nervously studying the lines etched into the skin. Were you really about to lay with Simeon, one of the holiest of beings? 

A few moments later, the lock unhinges with a click. Your heart begins to race, the accelerator stuck to the floor, pedal to the metal as the door opens; painstakingly slow, creaking in the effort. Rendered speechless, your eyes meet Simeon’s, the gentle, tender look in his allowing your shoulders to relax, not realizing you had been carrying so much tension.

“My, my, little lamb,” Simeon chuckles, a soft smile dusting his handsome face. “You certainly are prompt. Please, do come in.”

The Angel gestures for you to step in, closing the door behind you, the familiar click! of the lock almost jarring in the serene quiet of his bedroom. Shadows flicker across the room, painted in the light of the candle as the flames dance, casting a hazy glow in the low light, almost sensual. The ever-eternal darkness of the Devildom looms just outside the window, concealed by heavy curtains. You turn to study him, his features even more handsome in the candlelight, excitement gripping your heart once more.

Simeon pauses briefly, eyes drinking you in before striding slowly over to his nightstand where his D.D.D. rests. Picking up the phone, he crosses back over to you, pulling up a familiarly provocative photo: you, posed, back arching in snow-white lingerie, teeth biting your lip suggestively. Your eyes scan the screen, heart racing as though it might burst, that very same lingerie hidden beneath your clothes.

“Sinner,” Simeon hisses, circling you. “You dare tempt me, a Man of God…an Angel? One of the highest beings in all of the realms?”

The angel’s words drip with venom seemingly laced within every syllable. Goosebumps dart across your skin as your blood turns to ice, a shudder radiating throughout your body. Nervous eyes slowly flit from a set of soft, full lips to the Angel’s intoxicating jade gaze, beautiful enough to get lost in; tonight, though, what appears to be a searing annoyance is etched into his jewel-toned irises.

“Um....,” you stammer, words sticking behind your teeth.

You swallow. The Angel watches you, fighting a battle to conceal the smirk that so badly wants to paint his handsome face. How could you think to tempt him, an Angel? He won’t tell you yet, though, that he wanted nothing more than to tear the clothes off your body, kneel between your legs and taste your sweet nectar upon the receipt of your gift.

Simeon revels in the control he has; though, he is more than aware that he is to be a representative of all celestial beings, destined to uphold standards of purity while in the heart of all that is not pure, in Hell. But, oh, oh...how badly he wants to sheath himself in the constricting warmth of your walls, to taint you with the colors of his sin.

Simeon steps toward you. Your gaze rakes over his body, unable to control the wanton desire flowing deep within your veins. He can feel the yearning, sees it written in the delicate features of your beautiful face.

“I thought you would enjoy it,” you respond, holding steady. “We were just talking the other day, you joked about me tempting you...and you’ve invited me here.”

“And did you think my resolve was so weak that I would give in so easily to such temptation? To bring me to sin?” Simeon bites back. “I am nothing like these demons, these beings with no remorse about committing such acts, acting upon their sins without a shred of inhibition.”

He won’t tell just yet that he, too, aches to indulge you, to give you exactly what you want, for it is exactly what he wants as well. No. Not yet. First, he must make sure you understand: to lay with an Angel, to corrupt him, comes with a price. 

It is not as though Simeon had never sinned before. Even the highest of the celestial beings relinquished control to their temptations, and quite often. He certainly was no stranger to it. He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone. The entire Celestial Realm would be at a standstill. No, he would simply ask for forgiveness, as they all did.

In the meantime, he will certainly enjoy playing with his food before he sinks his teeth into your flesh, leaving his mark on you. Demons are not the only beings with sharp fangs.

“What am I going to do with you, my dear?” Simeon muses, his eyes drinking in the sight of you before him.

Simeon circles to your back slowly, almost achingly so, like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. He reaches out with a hand, weaving the fabric of your shirt between his fingers and tears it off your body, smirking as you gasp in surprise. 

“Are you surprised at my strength, little lamb?” he asks, injecting his smug demeanor into each word. “Thinking of us Angels as weaker beings compared to your precious Demon Lords, hm?”

He moves to stand before you, fingers dancing up your torso before reaching between your breasts to the band connecting the cups of your bra. He tugs, ripping the carefully-coordinated lingerie in two; your breasts spill out, and you shiver from the exposure, the room unexpectedly cold as your nipples harden. 

Simeon threads his hands into your hair, tugging you forward to his bed. You lower yourself to sit as he pulls your hair again, urging you to lay supine, on your back. You swallow, heart beating rhythmically; the wetness between your legs an obvious indicator of your abundant arousal. As if sensing this, he makes quick work of removing your jeans, sliding a few fingers across your panties, and smirking at the way your excitement seeps into the flimsy fabric.

“Naughty thing...have you no remorse either, just like these demons? Making yourself so wet, so lustful for me?” he purrs, rubbing his fingers harder against your panties and relishing your mewl of pleasure and aching desperation before tearing them off of your body, exposing your glistening heat. “Tsk, tsk.”

Briefly teasing his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves, Simeon steps back, smirking as he walks back to the nightstand. Turning your head to the side, you observe him, admiring the expanse of his back, the cutouts of his top that give a delicious peek at the defined muscles of his v-line. Watching as he pulls out rosary beads, metal glinting in the hazy low light of the room, adorned with a cross.

“Such an insatiable little slut,” he continues. “What exactly have you imagined me doing to you, little lamb? Perhaps you have lain in your bed at night, a hand between your legs, touching yourself to the thought of me doing something like…” 

Simeon pauses, lowering himself between your legs, placing featherlight kisses along the delicate flesh of your inner thigh; his teeth sink into the soft skin, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your sinful lips as he makes his way to your sex. His tongue darts out to place a few slow, sensual licks into your sweet arousal, curling his tongue to fully taste your essence as his nails find purchase on your thighs.

“...this?”

He smirks again, your moans like the sweetest melody to his ears.

“You have no idea how badly I want you, pet,” Simeon moans, softly. 

His lips linger between your legs for a few blissful seconds before he pulls away, straightening himself and feeling his cock twitch at the sight of you spread open like a forbidden tome. He begins to drag the beads between your wet folds, soaking them in the nectar of your lewd excitement. You keen at the sensation, moaning as the beads massage the swollen bundle of nerves at your core. He leans over you and holds the rosary, slick and shining in the flickering candlelight, against your lips.

“Open your mouth and taste your sin on this sacred relic, sinner,” Simeon commands.

Your lips part, tongue reaching out; taking the beads in, tasting yourself off of them with a moan. Simeon’s cock strains harder against the constricting fabric of his white pants, desperate to give in to his carnal desire and bury himself between your walls. He swallows, urging himself to keep control, to not give in just yet. 

He needs to see you struggle just a bit more.

Easily sliding two fingers inside of your dripping heat, Simeon smirks at your lewd gasp, curling them upward to elicit another loud moan. He adds another finger, skillfully pumping and curling in a come-hither motion; your wetness dripping down his hand, spilling onto the top of your thighs.

“Oh, my...someone is certainly excited for me, hm?” he teases, pressing harder against your walls, smirking at your lewd, pleasure-filled gasp.

“First...I will recite a prayer of forgiveness for you, dirty sinner, as I have sincere doubts you know of it,” he spits. “You are not to cum until I am finished. If you do, you will face consequences.”

Simeon increases the pace of his fingers, continually pressing into that sweet spot, letting the sensation overcome you. His cock hardens, straining harder against his pants as he listens to your sweet, sweet moans; thoughts rendering nearly incoherent watching you arch your back in pleasure. His breath hitches as he inhales, closing his eyes and beginning to recite:

“Have mercy on me, O God,

according to Your unfailing love;

according to Your great compassion

blot out my transgressions.

Wash away all my iniquity

and cleanse me from my sin.

For I know my transgressions,

and my sin is always before me.

Against You, You only, have I sinned

and done what is evil in Your sight,

so that You are proved right when You speak

and justified when You judge...”

The Angel feels you tighten around his fingers, your impending release imminent. He continues his ministrations, reciting the prayer for both your repentance and his. 

“S-Simeon, I’m going to cum…,” you whine, gasping as your thoughts cloud over with pleasure.

He grins, relishing the way you cry out and arch your back as your release begins to grip you. You shudder, the blazing fire of your pleasure washing over your body as your back arches and body jerks forward. 

Simeon smiles, dark and wicked. You moan his name loudly as your fluid arousal gushes from between your legs, dripping down your thighs, making dark wet marks in his sheets; undeniable evidence of your sins displayed before him.

“Oh, little lamb,” he purrs, pulling his slick fingers from you. “I couldn’t even finish my prayer before you came all over my hand like the dirty little slut you are. I did say you would face the consequences if you could not control yourself. Now...”

Fingers threaded through your hair, Simeon tugs you up to a standing position. Legs shaking, you stumble, whimpering in surprise. He turns you around, gently, tracing a finger down your spine painstakingly slow, watching as the goosebumps prick your skin, shuddering in the feel of it. 

Your heart pounds, chest rising and falling rapidly, labored with the effort of your panting breath. Hands reach forward, tucking your own behind your back, wrist atop wrist. Cool metal kisses your skin as the Angel wraps the rosary beads around them, binding them together. He leans forward, gently pushing your hair aside before pressing a soft kiss into the back of your neck.

“Face me, beautiful girl,” he whispers into your ear, breath tickling against your skin.

You obey, turning slowly, head down. Simeon tucks a finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze with yours before moving his hand down, fingers lightly wrapping around your throat. 

“Kneel,” he orders. “You filthy fucking sinner. Get on your knees before me.”

He squeezes lightly, not enough to hurt but to emphasize before releasing his hand and tightening his grip on your hair as the Angel yanks you down to your knees. Your eyes widen, watching as he begins rolling down his white pants, exposing his swollen length. A nearly feral desire fills you, teeming with need; wanting nothing more than to get close to him, to nibble his hip bones and eyeing his hardness with frantic hunger. He looks down at you, a wicked grin turning up at the corner of his lips.

“You’re just like these demons,” he hisses, “no hesitation before giving in to your desires.”

Gripping his hand tighter in your hair, Simeon pulls your head forward and begins to thrust into your mouth, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to him. His hips move back and forth, achingly slow, groaning in the feeling of his cock ensconced in the wet warmth of your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, little lamb, and if you’re a good girl...perhaps I will indulge you, and fuck that tight little pussy. I will fill you with the seed of an angel, and you will be mine.”

Simeon increases the pace of his hips, rocking faster, caring little for your comfort. Desperately trying to relax your throat, a few gags escape your lips. His head drops back briefly in pleasure, groaning as he feels his cock slamming into the back of your throat. Tears form in the corners of your eyes, raining down your cheeks.

“Keep your eyes on me, my pretty little slut,” Simeon commands, bringing his head forward once more. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Your eyes flit to look up at him, face stained with tears as he fucks your mouth, focusing on his beautiful jewel-toned gaze. After a few more thrusts, he groans, tugging your hair and pulling you off of his cock, spit coating your chin as you inhale sharply and deep, relieved at the break.

“Get on all fours on my bed, lamb,” Simeon orders, “in a prayer position. Or is that unfamiliar to you?”

You nod, hands still bound behind your back by the sacred rosary. You rise to your feet slowly, legs shaking slightly, knees reddened, lines etched across them from the wooden floor biting into the skin. You turn around, making your way to Simeon’s bed, immaculately made. Simeon places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you onto the mattress, lowering your head to the pillow. Spreading your legs, you arch your back, backside pointed to the Celestial Realm.

“I suppose you can’t have your hands clasped in prayer before you when they’re bound behind your back,” he laughs. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Simeon removes the beads restraining your wrists, lacing his fingers through yours and squeezing briefly before moving your hands above your head. Removing his own, he intertwines your fingers, wrapping the rosary around your wrists painstakingly slowly before pulling them just barely tight enough to restrict their movements. 

Leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck before lowering your head against the pillow. He teases a few fingers between your legs, thumb dancing over your clit. You mewl, pushing back against him, aching to feel him buried to the hilt inside of you.

“S-Simeon,” you whimper.

“You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by an angel, my pretty little sinner?” Simeon asks. “Beg me.”

Keening, you turn your head to look at the Angel behind you. Raw need flowing fiercely, your excitement coating your wet folds and dripping onto the backs of your thighs, shining in the hazy candlelit room as your lips part to beg.

“Please, Simeon, please fuck me,” you whine, voice laced with feverish desire. “I need to be fucked. Please.”

“Good girl.”

Satisfied with your mewling begs, Simeon decides to indulge you; though he also is indulging himself, hardly able to hold back anymore. He thrusts into you roughly, relishing your pleasurable cry of surprise as a smug smirk paints his face, contrasting his otherwise serene beauty.

 “You’re so tight and so wet for me, my beautiful sinner,” he breathes, groaning at the sensation.

He moves his hips back and forth achingly slow, allowing you to adjust to the stretch of his cock between your walls. Your own body pushes back against him, desperate for him to go faster, harder, burying himself to the hilt and he grins at your evident eagerness.

“Fuck me harder, Simeon, harder,” you keen, turning your head to the side and moaning. 

The Angel chuckles, bending forward, lips next to your ear; his warm breath kissing your skin as he speaks.

“You have been such a good little slut, I will indulge you...though you should be careful what you wish for, pet. We can be equally as relentless as demons,” he murmurs, nails digging into your hips.

His own hips snap into yours at an unforgiving pace, fingers tightening their grip, pulling you back in perfect time with his thrusts. The carnal sound of two bodies coming together pierces the otherwise still quiet of the room, lit by flickering candlelight; casting a sinful shadow across the room.

“Did you imagine this as well, when you touched yourself to thoughts of me at night? My cock buried inside of you, dripping all over me as I bring you immense pleasure?”

You cry out in ecstasy, each slam of his body against yours eliciting a mewling gasp from your lips. Simeon snakes a hand around you, thumb circling your clit. He spits on your back, continuing your song and dance to an animalistic rhythm only the two of you can hear.

“Is this exactly what you wanted, my little lamb? To lay with a Holy Being, so you can say that you’ve laid with the Highest and Lowest of beings in all the realms?” Simeon growls.

Another feral growl of pleasure rumbles from his chest, feeling your tight heat clenching down around him. He rubs your clit faster, thrusting harder, eager to coax out your release; desperate to feel his own.

“That’s right, my beautiful, filthy sinner. Cum for me. Scream my name and fill this Hell with the sounds of your repentance,” Simeon rasps, edging closer and closer to his climax. “Sing it to the highest of the heavens, the holy Celestial Realm. I want to hear that sweet melody of the sinful pleasure I am giving you. Cum for me.”

As if on cue, you shudder, feeling the sweet pleasure of your release ignite, pulsing waves of electricity across your body. 

“F-fuck, Simeon!” you moan, pulling against the rosary beads wrapped around your wrists, desperate to curl your fingers into his skin, the floor, anything as your orgasm grips you.

His own release chases yours, the sound of his name from spilling your lips as you are in the throes of ecstasy pushing him over the edge. He groans, filling you with the seed of his sin. Panting, Simeon presses his chest flush to your back, peppering soft kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck as he unties the beads from your wrists. He pulls you into his arms, both of you breathing heavily; his head drops down to crash his lips against yours, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“My little lamb,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “you are something else.”

Simeon grins at you, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You can’t help but grin back at him, face shining in the afterglow of orgasm. His breath hitches, reaching another hand up to brush his thumb across your lips.

“God help me. I believe I am going to be reciting many prayers of forgiveness in the near future. I hope He doesn’t tire of hearing them.”

[thelifepartners]

Cheyenne Morse

Reflection 

Jaylen pulled his cloak tight around his shoulders. This winter had been bitch cold and he felt like he hadn’t been warm a day in his life. Snow crunched under his boots as he pushed himself forward. He cursed everyone who had brought him here to distract himself.

“Damn the sorcerer, damn the town, damn everyone who can’t save their own hides.” He beat his hands against his chest and thighs. It made his skin sting but it was reassuring that he could still feel anything in his fingers. Other men had come with him from the town but they had peeled off and gone back. Afraid of the cold, the long dark of the woods, of entering the broken citadel at the edge of the world. Afraid they might see the mirror.

He eyed the tree line watching for enemies but he saw nothing. It didn’t surprise him. The sorcerer was heading straight for what he wanted, he didn’t need to set traps or conjure monsters to attack. Fear and cold had driven all but one of his pursuers away. All the sorcerer needed was time to perform his ritual. Jaylen spat out a curd of snot into the snow. If he lived through this he considered burning the town down, just to teach them for relying on a stranger for protection. The thought made him smile, but the gold was good and he didn’t fear sorcerers. They bled like any man.

He could see the jagged, broken edges of the citadel over the tops of the trees. Dark stone walls that had been the home of the first sorcerer. Jaylen had been told all kinds of strange tales about the citadel by the townsfolk. Everyone had a different story about the place, about the deaths that had happened there. Most of it was bullshit, just things cowards said to seem like they were a part of the fight they were too afraid to engage in, but everyone agreed there was a huge mirror. Anyone who stared into it was driven mad, they became violent, capable of killing their own kin. Jaylen had laughed at them and said he’d never found his face so pretty he couldn’t stop from looking at a mirror.

He stood at the entrance to citadel. The giant oak doors that had once stood tall hung crookedly off their hinges. It made his skin itch to just walk in the front but he didn’t have time to go searching for another way in. The stone was crumbling in many places but it was also over grown with vines, now dead and frozen stiff across the walls. He pulled his sword free of its scabbard and held it in front of him as he stepped over the threshold.

              The court yard was wide and mostly empty except for a few chunks of stone and some old skeletons. Everything was mostly covered in snow but a bare rib or skull poked above the snow here and there. The snow wasn’t fresh but Jaylen had no doubt who had left the trail of footprints leading deeper into the citadel.    

              Unease was beginning to get under Jaylen’s skin, as deep as the cold. There was something about this place. There was a bad energy in the air oppressive, he began to wonder what the sorcerer wanted out here, what relic he could unearth in this place that was created before history had been written. It was an unfamiliar feeling. Jaylen huffed out an angry cloud of breath. There wasn’t anything in there scarier than him. It was that sorcerer son of a bitch that need to be afraid.

              He kicked one of the skulls and it skipped once over the frozen ground and smashed against the wall. After he passed through the courtyard there was a smaller door way that led inside. It was colder in there than it was out here and Jaylen resolved to kill this man as fast as possible. He glance around the door looking for traps but there was nothing. Just words etched into the entryway.

              To live forever you must first die. The words were so faded they were almost impossible to read. He snorted. Through the doorway was a hall, down at the end he could see flickering blue light reflecting on the walls. The sorcerer had already begun what he came to do.

              Jaylen quickened his pace and came around the corner fast expecting the blue light to be coming from the sorcerer. Instead it was the mirror.

There mirror was huge, it was twice as tall as him, it almost looked like it was a lake hanging up on the wall. As soon as he realized what it was he averted his gaze, kept his eyes low. The sorcerer was in the room with it. He almost didn’t notice at first because he was so caught up in that blue glow. A man in a red cloak had bound a second man to the cold stone of the floor.

That should be impossible. He’d been tracking this man for days, he wouldn’t have missed if he had a traveling companion. Even if he had carried the man all this way his prints would have sunk deeper in the snow. The red cloak had a hood that was pulled up over the sorcerer’s face. He had a knife raised to drive into the heart of the captive man.

Faster than thought Jaylen pulled out a knife of his own and hurled it at the cloaked man. It should have buried itself nicely in his chest but the sorcerer knocked it from the air with his own knife.

“You stand right where you are and don’t move a finger. I can kill you quick or slow, it’s your choice.” Jaylen said, making a violent gesture with his sword.  The red cloaked figure froze.

“Jaylen the hunter,” the man said, his voice was calm. “How the townsfolk must have wept with joy when you agreed to help them. I suppose I should be cursing the gods at my misfortune. Or perhaps you should be praising the gods for bring you here to me.”

“Quit yapping like you are going to do anything but die in the next few moments.” Jaylen said. The bastard was being awfully calm. People weren’t usually this calm before he killed them. “You killed that librarian and stole books that the townsfolk seem to want back. I’m here to take them back, along with your head.”

“Why do something so mundane when you could shake off your mortality and become truly unstoppable.” The sorcerer threw back the hood of his cloak to reveal his face. He was a twin to the man tied to the floor. “What lies did the villagers tell you about this place? That it would drive you mad? They are fools who understand nothing. The mirror doesn’t take your sanity, its gives the greatest gift of all. The chance for immortality.” The sorcerer gestured to the unconscious man at his feet.

“The mirror made a double of you?” Jaylen asked. That would explain the lack of tracks.

“Even more than that, it made my opposite. The other half of me, everything I’ve made myself not to be, he is the last ingredient I need. For me to live forever he must die and ensure death never even thinks to look for me. I can do the same for you. Together we could subdue your double and we could walk out of here as gods. What do you say to that?”

“Immortality’s for cowards too scared to live a full life the first time around. I’m not going to look in your mirror. You’re not going to live forever, you are going to die right here.” The sorcerer laughed.

“Do you think it’s so easy to avoid? The mirror already has your image. The other you is on the other side just waiting to be invited over.” The sorcerer made a sharp movement with his hand and out of the corner of his eye Jaylen say the impossible.

A man who looked just like him stepped out of the cool blue glow of the mirror and into the room. Everything was identical. The cloak, the boots, the scarred but confident hand on his father’s sword.

“Since you didn’t want my help subduing him I’ll leave you two to entertain each other. I’m sure you will find him quite a challenge, one of the greatest heroes of the kingdom with his heart as evil as yours is true.” The sorcerer was quite pleased with himself, teeth showing through a predatory grin.

Jaylen threw back his head and laughed. His double joined in, both men were holding their stomachs as great belly laughs filled up the chamber. The sorcerer looked on dumbstruck. Jaylen sucked in a breath and was just about to gain control of his mirth when his double spoke.

“What are we laughing about?” He asked, wiping a tear from his eye. That sent Jaylen into another fit of laughter. Jaylen’s double saw the man chained the floor and his laughter died. He locked eyes on the Sorcerer.

“Free that man immediately,” he said.

“What?” The Sorcerer was struggling to understand what was happening. Jaylen’s double unsheathed his sword and pointed it at him.

“I don’t want any needless bloodshed, put aside your dagger and free that man and there needn’t be any violence.” Jaylen’s double said.

“Why are you bothering with me?” The Sorcerer gestured to where Jaylen was standing. “Don’t you want to fight him?” The Sorcerer realized even as he spoke that Jaylen was no longer standing where he had been a moment ago. He only made half of an alarmed noise before Jaylen ran him through from behind.

“I’ve got the blackest heart in all the realm and most of the worlds beyond,” Jaylen said into the dying man’s ear. “That warrior you summoned forth to strike me down is nothing but a baby lamb.” Jaylen jerked his blade free and the Sorcerer’s body tumbled to the floor.

“Sir,” Jaylen’s double shouted. “Only cowards strike a man from behind.”

“He was an evil man. Don’t get your small clothes in a bunch.”

“That doesn’t excuse your actions.”

“Wasn’t there some victim you should be worried about?”

“This conversation isn’t over,” said Jaylen’s double. He sheathed his sword and strode over to the unconscious man on the floor. He used his knife to cut the ropes tying the man to the floor.

“This man needs a healer.” Jaylen’s double said as he tried to gently rouse the unconscious man.

“You’re welcome to carry him. It’s several days journey.” Jaylen said. The Sorcerer’s double groaned. Jaylen’s double helped the man sit up.

“Careful, you’ve been through an ordeal. Everything is going to be okay now.”

“Get him up, Lamb. We’re moving out of here.” Jaylen said.

Jaylen watched the two doubles limp their way out of the room. Lamb was sharing his cloak with the Sorcerer’s double. They were chatting amiably back and forth, lots of general encouragement. Jaylen sighed to himself. These two were already grating on his nerves. He could kill them both and just leave their bodies out here to rot. No one would miss them.

Jaylen leaned over the Sorcerer’s body and took his dagger and coin purse. The doubles probably both had full coin purses on them. It could be this trip could work out very much in his favor. He tucked the Sorcerer’s belongings into his pack. He had a few days to make up his mind. He followed the others back into the winter air.