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Losing His Celestial Seed

For Rhajaro

By Draconicon

Savyn had to admit, he'd been expecting there to be more danger with confronting the Celestial wotter. He'd heard stories about the dangerous warrior, how the hybrid had been the death of a number of different Infernals and demons, and he had expected to have to use every one of his wiles and his disguises to make it even to the first step of the Celestial temple. The rabbit had been ready to give his own life for the cause, and even the lives of most of his servants to make this happen.

Instead...

Well, he looked back over his shoulder. The mind-zonked Celestial had woken him up at camp, not having bothered to look through the disguise that he'd put on himself, and had been examining the rabbit's paws with a keen eye. Feigning sleep, he had forced himself to be as still as possible as the warrior had prodded him, poked him, and nudged him with weapons and toes, and received the further shock that the wotter had been...rather intrigued by his feet.

It hadn't taken long after that to start weaving a spell of illusion and control into his soles, and now, Rhajaro followed him, smiling happily from behind.

"Do you think that we can get into the temple today, Celestial?"

"Mmm, yes, I think so. It's not like people are going to be watching it. Most of the others are going to be off on patrol, looking for Infernals."

"Hmm, so there's not going to be anyone else there?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Hmm."

He tapped his foot back and forth, and he could hear the shuffling sounds of the wotter leaning down, looking at them. The sigils of fascination on his feet were taking up almost all of his magic, and if it wasn't for the fact that the wotter had such a keen need for them on his own, Savyn doubted that the magic would have worked. The sheer resilience of the wolf-otter was...astounding. The legends certainly had plenty of basis in reality, and he had to be careful.

The Temple though...

It was a calculated risk, he had to admit. If he could take the Temple, not only would it mean a short-term superiority for the Infernals in this area, but it would make damn sure that the Celestials would lose at least a few of their men to the Infernal taint, falling into corruption and possibly becoming Infernals themselves. The chance that Rhajaro might regain his mind in the process of seizing the Temple was a risk that he had to take.

That afternoon, they set off from his camp at the riverside, making their way towards its source. They hid in the bushes, with him having to smother the wotter with both his feet as he kept the Celestial on the ground, and he prayed to all that was unholy that he wasn't seen. The magic was bleeding out of him, consuming everything that he was to keep the spell active.

Thankfully, it was just the one patrol before they were moving on. Soon enough, they rounded the bend in the river to see the source, and he paused, standing on one foot to make sure that the wotter continued his fascinated staring as he considered their next step.

The white-stone Temple stood just past the fountain of the spring that sourced the river, and he knew that there would be other traps there. The Celestials weren't stupid, but he doubted that they trapped the whole thing. Just the outside, if he was lucky. If he could get past that...

He glanced over his shoulder again. The wotter would know them all. The question was, would the control and friendliness hold long enough to get through?

Luck be with me, the Infernal thought. He turned around, lifting one foot and placing it - with a feat of dexterity - right on the wotter's nose. The Celestial took three deep breaths, moaning softly as his leathers tented at the crotch. Savyn chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Lead me through in safety, and I will reward you."

"Mmm? With what?"

"With exactly what you desire."

"These?"

"Well...yes, I suppose."

The wotter nodded, licking the rabbit's foot.

"For luck."

And with that, Rhajaro was off, heading up the rocky steps that led to the Temple, and then onto the stairway that would take him further in. Savyn followed every step, putting his feet down just where the wotter did, and made sure that he didn't deviate from the path in the slightest. If he did, the Celestial magic could burn him to cinders before he could correct himself, and even if he survived, the wotter would no longer be under his power.

They were halfway up the stairs when Rhajaro slowed, the wotter starting to groan softly. He bit his lips, and then pushed forward, standing on the back of the wotter's boots, groping him. It was another risk, almost certain to snap him out of it, but they couldn't linger. They had no time. He squeezed, pulling on that leather-wrapped erection, and whispered.

"You want my feet, don't you? We can't just play with them out here in the open. If you want them, we'll have to get inside."

"Feet...lucky...rabbit feet?"

"Yes, just like I promised."

"All over my cock?"

"All over it. I promise."

It was almost shameful how fast the wotter moved after that. Lust trance or demon trance, it seemed that feet had such a fascination for him that they would compel almost anything out of him. Savyn struggled to keep up, but managed to make it to the front door without incident. Rhajaro opened it, they stepped inside, and instantly the door slammed behind them.

Savyn slumped down against the wall, panting hard. There were no more senses of Celestial power in the Temple, all of it apparently pushed outside to keep it from being penetrated. The idea of the inner sanctums being violated seemed almost impossible, it seemed, but it had happened. He was inside, and now...

The altar. Where's the altar...

It took a little searching with the foot-fascinated wotter trailing right on his heels, but eventually, he found it. He grinned at the large ivory structure, with the holy font right under the light hole in the ceiling. It collected the light for them to distribute among themselves daily...but not for much longer.

"On the altar."

"And then -"

"Yes, yes, then feet. Hurry up!"

He pushed the wotter, panting hard as he worked the Celestial onto the altar. He glanced at the light hole. The clouds were holding, the overcast weather keeping the place from turning into a holy incineration chamber for him. As long as it held for a bit longer...

When the wotter was on the altar, he stripped down, joining him there. It didn't take long to get the leather pants down and out of the way, cupping them around the Celestial's knees, and he grinned. That cock was still hard, still begging for attention. Much as he had promised his feet down there, he knew better than to start with that. He needed to put them somewhere where they'd do more good.

He sat down on the wotter's belly, swinging his legs forward so that the long, massive pair of feet that he'd promised the Celestial were pushed right into his face. Rhajaro groaned, and he felt that throbbing shaft against his ass, pulsing and twitching. He pressed one foot down, and it oozed onto his bare ass cheeks, grinding into the fur. There was a slight tingle to it, somewhat painful, somewhat pleasurable. Expected, of course, as they were diametrically opposed beings...but it wouldn't matter for long.

Savyn spread his ass cheeks, pulling the cock tip between them, and slowly pushed back. The cockhead passed his rim, and went deeper quickly as the wotter thrust his hips upwards. He bit back a yelp, groaning in pleasure and pain at the same time, his toes curling tight into the wotter's cheeks.

"Watch it..."

"Mmmph...mmmmm...mmmmmmmmm."

"Little foot nut..."

With a slight laugh, the rabbit started grinding his ass back. He felt the thickness and the throbbing of the wotter's cock, knowing that it was already close. It had been teased all the way here, and it wouldn't take long before it was exploding in his hole. Rolling his hips one way and then the other, he let the tip grind against his inner walls, a different angle every time, just enough pleasure to keep him hard as he worked as well.

All the while, his feet were nudging, kneading against the sides of the Celestial's face, pushing the wotter's head to the left, then to the right, always pushing down and reminding him where he belonged. Even though the rabbit was the one getting penetrated, he was still the one in charge. He curled his toes again, wrapping them around the wotter's nose, and immediately felt the puffing, sniffling gasps for air get stronger, the hot breath pushing between this toes and moving hard and fast.

He ground down again, feeling the growing knot against his ass. That was for later, but for now...

Up, down, up, down, each time he lifted himself forcing his feet down more firmly on the wotter's face. His hole throbbed and squeezed around that thick shaft, and it pulsed hard inside of him, begging to be released. The demon rabbit growled under his breath, curling his toes again, and one popped into the wotter's mouth.

"Wha - mmph!"

Rhajaro sucked on it, soft and warm and wet, and he had to admit...it wasn't half-bad. He moaned under his breath, bouncing faster, faster, faster, pushing more of his toes into the wotter's mouth as he went.

Finally, just as the last toe popped in, the wotter came. Savyn's eyes went wide at the sudden heat, feeling an intense burning pain...for a second. And then, it was nothing more than the seed of something deeper, darker. He grinned, seeing the white stone of the altar fade, turning yellow, and then dark, almost obsidian in color.

Yes... The wotter wasn't an Infernal, not yet...but he wasn't so much of a Celestial anymore, either. A few more orgasms, though, and that would fix that.

"Come on, you foot-loving wotter...let's see how long it takes to drain it all..."

The End