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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 7: Knowing What You Want

Donner woke up the next morning, his eyes bloodshot and his head fogy. With a groan he had his foot paws hit the ground, the carpet greeting his pads as he stood up and cracked his back into alignment. He gave a big luxurious yawn and then shuffled his way to the bathroom, doing his morning rituals as always.

He looked at himself in the mirror and groaned.

“Fuck, I look like shit,” Donner sighed, his head splitting from the stress headache that was pounding the inside of his skull. He had a bit of cum crusting his hair from his wank session the night before, his eyes were sunken and tired, his fur was matted in odd angles from his tossing and turning. Donner decided he didn’t want to take a shower, so he just took in a deep breath, shook his head, and watched his power take hold.

As soon as he stopped shaking, his hair was perfectly styled, his fur silky and soft, though his eyes were still tired. He didn’t want to be tired, but it felt like no amount of magic or world altering energy could remove the weight from his lids. He simply huffed, giving himself a sympathetic half smirk like he was looking at some kid who scraped his knee.

“We’ll get through this, we always have, we always will,” Donner nodded at himself before straightening up. “We can work this out, we can make things better. I’ve just got to get a grip for now, and we can figure this out in time.”

Donner left the bathroom and started his new morning routine of looking in the mirror and getting himself dressed. The weather outside was getting colder so he decided on some heavier sweatpants and some high-tops, along with a tank and hoodie. He had his workout in the afternoon so he needed to be prepared for it. Not that he couldn’t change his clothes on a whim, but he liked knowing he didn’t rely on his power for everything. No, his workout clothes were on underneath the sweats and he was going to keep with that.

“Heeey, lookin’ sharp,” Cody came out of the bedroom only wearing his underwear and a baggy shirt, his dick flopping in his boxers as he went to the kitchen to get his breakfast going. “I’ll see you tonight for our workout, right?”

“Yeah,” Donner shouldered on his backpack, his books rattling inside. The way Donner said that gave Cody pause.

“You okay dude? You sure you don’t want me to walk you to classes or whatever?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Donner lied.

“Whatever you say,” Cody shrugged and went to pulling down clean dishes to make his breakfast. “It’ll save me money and time making my breakfast at home.”

“Glad you’re so caring,” Donner rolled his eyes, but he had a smile regardless.

“Man, I offered, you said no,” Cody yawned and rubbed his eye. “Man, how do you find anything in a kitchen this clean?”

“Beats me,” Donner chuckled and went to the door.

“Yo, text me if you need anything dude,” Cody said, sitting down with his Wheaties.

Donner had a bit of a spring in his step at that and made his way to class. Cody always had a way of making him feel normal and grounded, even if the buffalo was just being himself. It was nice for Donner to get out of his own head. He needed to take this one step at a time, and at least he knew he could always come home to his friend.

As Donner made his way to class, a golden haired lion was standing in the shadows, his hoodie obscuring his face as he looked on with a grin. Ceil knew Donner wanted him still, more than anyone else, but he wasn’t ready for him yet. But tonight might be the perfect time to really dig into things.

***

“So, what do you think of the catalogue?” Donner asked Rayner.

“I was very impressed,” the tiger smiled as the rest of the students filed out of his classroom. “Not a single thing out of place or mismarked. You saved me a major headache and you’ve proven your practical application skills. I’d be happy to bump your grade up for this.”

“Thank god,” Donner sighed, his heart relaxing as the looming threat of having to take the class over again melted away. “You have no idea what a relief that is.”

“I find it odd though,” Rayner cocked a brow as he stroked a few keys on his computer. “With how well you categorized things, and the way you detailed and fixed the ledgers, I find it odd that you were on the verge of failing my class to begin with.”

“Yeah,” Donner blushed, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away. “I guess I’m just not that good a test taker?”

“Was that a question?” Rayner cocked his brow, the tiger a big and imposing man even though he was still sitting in his chair. “Please be honest with me, did you have any help?”

“No!” Donner’s ears perked up. “No, I would never. It was supposed to be a secret, so I didn’t want to betray your confidence Professor.”

Rayner lowered his glasses, his eyes burrowing into the coyote’s and looking for any lies he might be hiding behind. Even though he did get help, technically he did do it himself. So, there weren’t any lies per se, but maybe some half-truths.

“Alright,” Rayner rubbed the scruff on his chin, his five-o’clock shadow from yesterday growing in thick. “Don’t worry about your grade, but if you can somehow improve your academics, I might be interested in seeing how you work with your hands in a more practical setting.”

Donner’s tail hiked up as he blushed. “I…what do you mean…Sir?” Donner gulped back his feelings, waiting for the Professor to answer before he jumped to any horny conclusions.

“I have an internship that I’m looking into initiating over the next couple years,” Rayner set his glasses down and rolled back in his chair to reveal his screen. “A new dig sight was found and they need help identifying and categorizing objects. The collection is being sent to us over the next several years, and if you continue with your amazing work, I’d expect that the position would be yours.”

“Paid experience?” Donner’s eyes glittered as his dream was starting to take shape. “Really?”

“Hold up,” Rayner put his hands up and smirked. “We can’t afford to pay you, but you won’t go uncompensated. You’ll be given a reduced tuition, a meal plan, and access to the archives for study and individual work. A pretty great asset for a dissertation or thesis paper. Not only that, but if the internship goes well, the faculty is willing to write up a glowing letter of recommendation that’ll get you in any pile of dirt you want to start chipping away at.”

“So, better than being paid,” Donner’s tail wagged faster, his copper eyes aglow with the possibilities.

“Well, the next best thing,” Rayner shrugged. “So long as you continue with the good work, I’d be more than happy to put your name in the running.”

“Wait, so you don’t pick the intern?” Donner cocked a brow.

“I don’t have the authority to make that decision, no, but I am able to put in recommendations and the university will have the final say.” Rayner shrugged. “It’s only fair, to prevent nepotism and favoritism. That’s why your grades by the end of the year are so important. Like I said, keep up the great work, and you’ll be digging in the dirt with the best of us in no time.”

“Oh god! Thank you sir! I appreciate it so much!”

“Ah, you young pups,” Rayner took out a piece of silk and started cleaning his glasses. “Always so eager to please and prove yourselves.”

Donner blushed, why did he half to say it like that!

“Either way,” Rayner continued standing up and filling his satchel, his powerful arms scooping up the texts with ease. “You have your workout at this time, right? Go and get you sweat on. The secrets of tomorrow will still be in the dirt when you get back.”

“Yes sir!” Donner gave a little salute and made his way to the door, practically skipping.

Rayner was finished with getting his books together and was getting ready to leave before shaking his head and sighing.

“I know you’re not one of my students,” Rayner looked up into the lecture hall, the student sitting in the back and out of the way making him hard to peg. “I normally don’t mind students sneaking in for a lecture, but I get the distinct feeling you’re not part of the archeology program here, are you?”

The person in the hoodie stood up and came down the steps, his shoes hitting the steps with grace and urgency. It was a strange mixture, but Rayner was also a big guy. He wasn’t going to flinch just because some mystery brat was coming at him. Once the student got to the bottom of the steps, he pulled back his hood, the golden lion coming up to him.

“You looking to change majors, son?” Rayner asked with a cocked brow, looking down into the lion’s eyes, but only slightly. They were almost eye to eye.

“Why do you toy with him?” The lion asked. “You know he’s into you.”

“Excuse me?” Rayner cocked a brow.

“Donner,” the lion said back at him. “You know he’s into you.”

Rayner paused, furrowing his brow and really looking at the lion. “Who are you?”

“My name is Ceil,” the lion smiled. “And I’m here to make sure you don’t take advantage of Donner.”

“You think I would take advantage of a student like that?” Rayner cocked a brow. “Let alone a male student?” The tiger gripped the photo on his desk and flipped it around to show the lion his wife and kids. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. I suggest you either go back to your dorm, or hit the books. Maybe you should start with reading those before you train your ‘razor-sharp’ perception onto reading people.”

Rayner scooped his bag up before heading for the door.

“You know he’s corrected even your work,” Ceil spoke it like a spell, the professor stopping mid stride.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Lot number six zero seven, subject J, item Q,” Ceil rattled off the information, pinpointing the exact piece that Rayner thought Donner messed up on, but upon closer inspection, he confirmed that Donner was right, and he stopped him from making a huge mistake. He was able to cover it up pretty easy with the new of systems.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Rayner turned around.

“Someone who knows things,” Ceil smiled. “So, what else is the big tiger hiding? If your pride is so stalwart that you’d hide something so small? Wouldn’t the posterchild for integrity of the archeology program have made a better impression by coming forward and giving Donner credit where you failed?”

“Are you the one who helped him?” Rayner’s lip curled up into a shallow snarl.

“No,” Ceil chuckled. “I didn’t do squat. That was all Donner. He’s special you know. You should be begging him to be your intern, not the other way around.”

“What do you know?”

“That you’ll have that faggot eating out of your ass before the year is over,” Ceil spoke the private thought of the professor out in the open. “That’s what your plan was, right? If he could prove the catalogue wasn’t just a fluke?”

Rayner was speechless. He hadn’t so much as uttered those words, let alone left them somewhere for some punk ass kid to use them against him. Rayner wasn’t going to take advantage of Donner, but it was a tasteless joke he came up with in his own head. He knew it was wrong, so he never said it, or even really thought of taking advantage of the coyote. He just—

“—wanted to keep an eye on the fag?” Ceil smirked.

“What…” Rayner’s mind was reeling as he looked at the lion before him. Was he actually able to read his mind? The slight curve of Ceil’s lips into a dark grin made the tiger question his sanity.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Rayner,” Ceil shrugged. “I could care less about your faculty politics or your pride. All sinners must face their maker for judgement, and I’m not the one to make that call, but you’re not going to take advantage of Donner. Whatever you do, it will be fair, and just. That’s the kind of world he wants, and that’s the kind of world I want for him.”

“What on earth are you talking about,” Rayner was confused, the words coming from the lion were English, but it made no sense to him.

“That’s okay,” Ceil smirked, stepping forward, the tiger taking a step back, but freezing as the lion approached. “So long as you’re going to give that internship to Donner, I’m sure we won’t have any problems.”

Ceil patted Rayner on the cheek like he were some child. The tiger snarled and slapped the lion’s hand away.

“Don’t come to my class anymore or I will have you removed,” the tiger snarled before stomping towards the door.

“Try to keep your thoughts about Donner in check next time,” Ceil smirked, the words like an icy blade between the tiger’s ribs. He froze.

He couldn’t read his mind, could he? It’s all some fucking trick?

“Are you really willing to take that risk?” Ceil spoke as he walked past the tiger, his shoes echoing off the tile floors and into the lecture hall. “Who knows what might come leaking out of that steel trap if I really look. Do you have any sin’s you’d rather keep buried?”

Rayner turned to look the lion in the eye, to chastise him, but as their eyes met, Rayner felt something deep and primal in his heart. Fear. Ceil’s green eyes pierced him like a wild animal’s would, but gleamed with the intelligence of man. It was terrifying and sent a shiver down the tiger’s spine.

That moment where their eyes met lasted for what felt like minutes, but was less than a second. Ceil continued walking, the tiger keeping an eye on the lion’s back as he walked out of his room.

“Stay on the right path Professor,” Ceil smirked. “Tempting as it may be to stray, don’t do anything you might regret.”

And the lion was gone, the tiger standing there, a single bead of sweat rolling down his brow.

“L-Ludicrous,” Rayner managed to stammer out before straightening himself up and leaving as well. Ceil was nowhere to be seen in the hall. The professor simply made his way to his car, not wanting to attract any more attention than needed.

For the first time in his life, the tiger didn’t feel safe in the halls of his university.

***

“Come on buddy, just push through a little more!” Cody encouraged Donner though his reps as he spotted him.

Donner grunted as he pushed the bar up, his chest pumped with the burn of his exertion. He continued to breathe through his reps, but it was getting harder and harder.

“Come on dude! One more! Just one more!” Cody was encouraging him as best he could, but the musk wafting from his groin was distracting. The dude had such a strong man stink to him, and it didn’t help that Donner liked it. It wasn’t like it was crazy thick, the guy showered, but hell if he didn’t musk up fast. He was such an active dude it didn’t take long for his natural smell to coat him again.

Donner grunted, pushing up on the bar with a snarl before he racked it back up. He gave a deep breath and sat up slowly.

“Way to go dude! You doing anything else today?”

“I might do a bit of cardio, but not much else.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m going to hit the showers. I got an early class tomorrow. You still fine walking back on your own?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Donner nodded. “I mean it.”

“Just call me if you need me to come back or whatever,” Cody slapped his towel over his shoulder and turned to shower off. “See you back home.”

“Will do!” Donner toweled off the bench press, cleaning away his well-earned sweat. Now that his shoulders, chest, and back were on fire form his workout, it was time to get some cardio in. Donner liked having a well-rounded routine. He didn’t want to be one of those bulging monsters that couldn’t run half a block. No, he wanted to be a big beast with the stamina of one too.

Donner smiled at his inner monologue as he put his towel around his shoulders before claiming a treadmill and firing it up. It took a moment to get into rhythm, but once he hit his stride it was fine. He wasn’t going fast, barely a brisk jog, just enough to get his heart rate going at a steady rate. He wasn’t trying to break any personal bests today. He learned a long time ago that he didn’t need to push himself so hard to get the results he wanted. He just needed gradual and consistent change.

One step at a time, one day at a time. Hell, even one hour at a time. He needed to look at the small picture while glancing at the big picture. He needed to focus on what he needed to do now, and that was get himself in a mindset to tackle his problems. They weren’t going anywhere, and he knew that, but at least he could get a good sweat on and put them on hold while he reclaimed a sense of normalcy.

Though, what was the big picture? What was the goal here? Was it try and fix Ceil? Was it to try and undo any damage he had done to him? If so, how? Donner was completely at a loss on how to do anything with his power. Simple things were doable, like cleaning a room, or making dinner, but changing someone’s personality? That was more nuanced. He could just wait out the clock and restart everything once the full moon came, but did he really want to give up this power too?

Donner cursed at himself under his breath at having slipped into his own head. He just continued his jog, keeping his stride and finishing up his cardio. The gym was quiet, most of the people having gone back to the dorms. He wiped down his machine before heading for the showers. Donner would normally just walk home in his sweats and shower there, but during the colder months he liked to rinse off with a hot shower before going home. It usually kept him warm until he got back to the apartment.

Donner peeled his clothes off and tossed them into a locker before padding his way into the showers. The showers were old school where it was just a wide open room with shower heads. There was a push to get stalls put in, but the school simply didn’t have the budget for it yet. Though, they had the budget to get a new football stadium.

Donner rolled his eyes and turned on the water. The old pipes rattled and moaned before water sprayed out. It was like icicles and donner sighed, waiting outside the stream for the water to get warm when suddenly it was the perfect temperature, the water pressure adjusted to be perfect, the pipes quieting their screech of protest.

The coyote blinked before stepping into the stream. He gave a light sigh as the water blamed his aching muscles. His muscle fatigue was soothed by the stream of that steamy water, despite having just worked out, the temp was still comforting. It was like everything inside him was adjusted to make the shower so appealing that it was impossible for him to step out of the stream. Donner closed his eyes and faced the stream of water, imagining it was Florida rain, warm and comforting. He wished he had some suds for this.

And just like that, he felt a bottle next to his foot paw. He glanced down to see an unmarked bottle had materialized next to him. He smiled and picked it up, pouring a generous amount into his palm and getting to work lathering himself up. The smell was divine. It was a mixture of burnt cedar, vanilla, black pepper, and sandalwood. It was sweet and musky, a little strong, but he knew the perfume would even out after being rinsed.

The coyote gave a contented sigh, his hands roaming over his body, sliding over his sharp angles and rounded, toned muscle. The water matted his fur to make it easy to see and the suds ran through the crevices like sugar water that covered his body in a slick, intoxicating miasma.

He had to admit that his hands were lingering in places they probably shouldn’t while in public, but he also knew the chances of someone else coming in was low. His hands moved over his pecs, his fingers slipping over his nips. One hand went down, feeling his abs that he had cultivated for so long, the shallow Adonis belt guided his fingers lower while his other hand slipped up his neck.

What he would give to be in this shower with Ceil in that moment.

“You rang?”

Donner jumped, his eyes snapping to see the lion there with a towel over his shoulder, the golden boy leaning against the archway to the showers.

“Ceil, I said I need my space!” Donner barked.

“I know, I know,” Ceil spoke gently, nodding. “Though, I can’t ignore you when you want me. I’m your prophet.”

“So you’re still fucking crazy,” Donner turned into the water, rinsing himself off. “Just leave me alone Ceil.”

“I can’t, you wanted me here, so I’m here,” Ceil put his hands up defensively. “Listen, I know I didn’t handle things well before, but I’ve had some time to think, and with what you just said, that kind of tells me that my theory might be right. You never asked about what this power meant, did you?”

“Ceil, seriously, I don’t feel safe around you,” Donner turned to face the lion, the golden boy still standing in the entryway. “I don’t like the way you’re speaking to me now. It makes me uncomfortable!”

“Well, let me shed some light on things for you,” Ceil crossed his arms. “When you gave me your power I was able to reach out into the cosmos, ask the big questions, and now I know everything. Donner, when Rapture gave you his powers, you became the next god of this world.”

“Yeah, I already knew that,” Donner rolled his eyes. “And if you know everything, then you also know that it’s just a trail run in case I don’t want to be a god.”

“I do,” Ceil nodded. “But you also have some responsibilities in this world as its god. One of those is to appoint a prophet.”

“And what makes you think I would appoint you as my prophet after how you’ve treated me?”

“You already appointed me your prophet when you gave me your power.” Ceil smirked. “And continue to do so.”

“Well, maybe I’ll take it back,” Donner threatened. “Just leave me alone.”

“That’s not what you want, now is it,” Ceil stood up, his dick at half mass and bobbing between his legs.

“What? You think I want to fuck you?”

Ceil came over, but donner stood his ground. The lion put his hand against the tiled wall, looking directly into Donner’s copper orbs with his emerald eyes.

“I think you want a lot of things. To fix what you did to me, the changes you made. Mental or otherwise,” Ceil’s dick bounced. The lion smirked at the surprise that caused Donner’s ears to fold back. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.”

Donner’s brow was furrowed as he looked over Ceil’s face, trying to find a chink in the armor of that demure, suave smile. It only made his spine tingle and his tail to hike up.

“What if I’m mad at you?” Donner narrowed his eyes.

“Then that is the sin I bear,” Ceil brought his hand up to cup Donner’s face, but stopped as the coyote pulled away. “I understand you’re upset. I didn’t fully understand exactly what you wanted, but I know now.”

Ceil leaned in, his hot breath cutting through the droplets as he spoke just a hare’s breath away from the coyote’s pointed ear.

“You want someone to protect you, to shelter you, to adore you, and to treat you with the respect and sinful decadence you crave. I can be that for you, if you let me, if you give me a second chance.”

Donner’s spine tingled. Those words caressed his eardrums like soft sand rolling on gentle waves.

“I…”

“Don’t worry, I got you,” the back of Ceil’s hand was positioned perfectly to caress Donner’s cheek. “If you’ll let me.”

“Ceil…” Donner’s ears folded back.

“Please?” Ceil’s voice was almost desperate, pleading for some sort of response.

Donner didn’t know what to think. Ceil had said such terrible things.

“Please, Donner,” Ceil pleaded one last time.

Donner felt his heart ache in two different directions, but he leaned forward, his face brushing against Ceil’s fingers. They were cool compared to the water, but not cold. Ceil gave a light gasp before his hand turned and gently cupped the coyote’s muzzle, his thumb brushing his cheek.

“May I touch you now?” Ceil paused his gentle stroking.

“Yes…” Donner let the word escape his lips and Ceil came in to press his lips against his. The lion’s lips were quivering against Donner’s. The coyote could feel the hunger, the need in Ceil calling to him. Had he done this to him? Did he make him like this?

To some degree Donner knew Ceil was always this way, or would have been with his wife down the line, but he also knew that Ceil was straight before. He just wanted him to want him as much as he did him.

A gentle curve of Ceil’s lips broke the kiss.

“What?” Donner blinked.

“Nothing,” Ceil smirked and pulled the coyote closer, his hand coming to the small of Donner’s back and pulling him flush with Ceil’s chest. He smelled of sweat, probably from his workout as well. He taught a class in the dance studio on tai chi and other self-resistance workouts. So he probably worked up quite a sweat and it showed. Donner gave a deep sigh. The coyote’s body tingled as he was pulled close, his touch starvation feasting on the feel of that solid body, those large hands holding him close, the smell of a hard workout, the warmth of his core and the slick of sweat.

Ceil pulled Donner’s muzzle up for another kiss, their lips pressing against one another’s. Donner’s lips parted, and Ceil’s tongue found the coyote’s. They flittered and danced around one another, tasting the salt on each other’s lips or the bitter flavor of soaps and oils. Donner felt Ceil’s eight inches throb against him as their kiss deepened, their tongues working around one another, their lips smacking, their heart’s racing.

“Oh fuck,” Donner broke the kiss and Ceil pressed his lips against Donner’s nose to cutely plant a tender kiss.

“Did you want to?” Ceil asked the coyote.

“Did I want to what?”

“Have sex? It’s up to you. Your desire is my command,” Ceil held the coyote’s gaze, their eyes looking into each other’s before Donner pressed his lips against the lion’s again.

“Fuck, yes,” Donner gasped, his skin alight with every touch. Every kiss sent a wildfire of sensations down his spine, his fur standing on end as their kissing grew deeper, Ceil’s hands roaming more brazenly as he gripped one of Donner’s pecs, then his ass. A gentle gripping and kneading of those buns caused water to drip off them as Ceil’s hand slipped between those cheeks.

“You want me to be inside you?” Ceil breathed, his fingers gently teasing that pucker, working over that tight ring as it winked and tried to pull those fingers in.

“Yes, please,” Donner gasped as those fingers slipped inside him with no effort. His pucker clamped down on those fingers, gripping hard and milking on them as they gently slipped further in until they reached their mark.

“Does that feel good?” Ceil asked.

“Yes,” Donner gasped, their hips grinding against each other’s, their cocks oozing over each other, the oils and suds making them slip and slick.

Ceil’s fingers slicked and shlorped into that hole at a gentle even pace, the coyote’s leg hiking up and wrapping around the lion as his hole was played with.

“Yeah, you like that?” Donner’s lips broke away from their kiss for just a moment for a cocky grin to play on his muzzle. Donner’s mouth hung open as he panted, the smell of his shampoo and the thick musk of the lion making an addictive aroma that he couldn’t get enough of. That cocky grin wasn’t pure confidence, it was also a gentle question if he wanted more.

“Yes,” Donner panted as he continued to grind against Ceil in time with those thrusts, their cocks rubbing against one another’s. Donner’s sheath was peeled back with how hard he was. Their dicks oozed over one another, leaking and feeling the thick veins on each as they continued to grind against one another. The fur gently caressing each of their dicks as they rubbed against their lowest set of abs while Ceil continued to work Donner’s hole, slipping in and out of him while they made out, moaned into each other’s muzzles, and gasped with pleasure. Their bodies pressed firmly against one another as their dicks continued to make a mess between them that made their grinding slicker, sliperyer, and muskier by the second.

Donner’s delicate musk and Ceil’s hard workout mixed with each other, filling their senses as their tongues dove for each other, Ceil’s filling the coyote’s mouth as they coiled around one another as their dicks surged with pleasure between them. How could just rubbing them against each other feel so good! Every vein, every curve and ridge, even every heartbeat was another delicate and deliberate note on the pleasurable strings they rode against. Their loins boiling over with pleasure as it dripped between them only to become a frothy mess as they continued to frot against each other’s dick. Their swordfight was like some delicate dance that continued to speed up as Ceil’s fingers worked over that hole.

“Oh fuck, oh Fuck,” Donner panted.

“That’s right, feel that pleasure, I’m giving that to you,” Ceil purred, his vibrations another layer to the frothy mixture between their legs that continued to build and ooz. “Come now, cum for me Donner. Cum for me.”

“Oh fuck! Ceil!”

Ceil kicked up the speed, grinding and sliding his fingers into that self-lubricating asshole, Donner’s slick dripping around the lion’s fingers as he continued to churn the pleasure deep inside that hole. The lion pulled them closer, Donner’s knot caught in a perfect crevice of slick and pleasure as they kept eye contact, their.

“Such a sexy face,” Ceil purred. “I can’t get enough of that look on you. I want to keep curling your toes forever.”

Donner’s balls were drawing up, his knot being pinned and grinded against was all too much. The coyote’s muzzle froze in a silent scream.

“Ah! I’m cumming! Oh god I’m CummING!” Donner gave a silent gasp, his breath hitching in his throat as the smell of their mixed musk filled the space between them. Donner’s dick throbbed, his knot trying to tie between them as he spewed his seed. Ceil kept working that hole, his fingers slipping in and out of that pucker faster as the coyote came, never letting up while shot after thick pearly shot of cum oozed between them, mixing with their froth.

“Yes, cum for me Donner, cum for me,” Ceil had a wide, open mouth grin as he panted, his teeth gleaming as his own dick reached its peak. The thick ropes of Donner’s pleasure slipped over the lion’s cock, warming it with their sex. Ceil’s balls drew up before his dick throbbed. Their seed spilled out between them, coating their abs and getting mixed into their fur as they continued to grind and make out through their orgasm. Donner’s legs shook, his toes flexing as Ceil made sure to continue milking the yote’s prostate for all it was worth in time with his pulses.

“Oh fuck,” Donner gasped breathless. “That…that was…”

“Intense,” Ceil purred and continued to grip him close.

“Yes,” Donner looked deep in Ceil’s eyes. That’s when something occurred to him.

He…he couldn’t read his mind.

“No, you can’t,” Ceil leaned in and pressed his lips against Donner’s forehead.

“What?” Donner looked confused.

“It’s what you want, it’s what you’ve always wanted,” Ceil smirked.

“I…I don’t understand,” Donner’s eyes were wide. “What do you mean it’s what I’ve wanted.”

“Don’t worry my darkling Donner,” Ceil purred into his neck, nipping that sweet little spot. “I’ve got you, and I won’t let you down again.”

Donner’s eyes went wide as he tried in vain to read Ceil’s mind, but he was getting nothing. He couldn’t read his thoughts or desires; it was a big blank to him.

“What…what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Ceil smiled before pulling away, letting the water wash away their sex. “Though I can tell you’re confused. I’ll give you your space for now. Don’t worry, it’ll all become clear sooner rather than later.”

“Wait…” Donner was about to tell him to stay, but then the lion took a step back, his hand caressing the coyote’s cheek as he started to bleed out of existence.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never be far,” Ceil smiled as he vanished, leaving the coyote in the showers alone. Donner’s eyes were wide as he witnessed his crush disappear like some golden god into the mist.

“What the fuck?”

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