"I can smell you're in rut, you know," the Tarnished said.

The incense of the sanctum only covered up so much. Gurranq's cup was overflowing. He had been leaking; there was a spill of rank, oily fluid gathering beneath him; one that he'd clearly tried to clean up, but there was only so much he could do to clean his oily preseed from the ancient cracked tiles. It had seeped in, staining the masonry dark along the cracks.

Gurranq snorted. "Shameful. Death... calls for me. To abandon it... would increase my sin. I must... master my living body. Only then... can I become a crucible for... the true Death."

"No one is saying to abandon it. Just, rather than sitting here miserable and self-flagellating, you could actually enjoy yourself for a moment. Do you just sit here and pray while I'm not here?"

Gurranq's self-control clearly wasn't as good as he desired. The conversation had made him unsheath: cocktip a ruddy red spike spilling from his pre-glazed sheath, flesh dripping with thick, syrupy preseed, stewing in his overpacked sheath. Rank fluid drizzled down his sheath, soaking his fur to his skin all down his sheath and bloated sac. The reek of it utterly overwhelmed the dusty scent of the incense.

"A moment of abandoning my resolve... could cost everything," Gurranq said, his labored voice trembling. His cock shuddered, squirting out a thick, slimy rope of pre all between his crouched legs, wetness staining the tiles dark. His sheath pulsed, another few inches of raw red cock sliding out. Pre gurgled down his length from his oozing sheath, murky and translucent.

The Tarnished knelt beneath him, hands raised, only inches away from his shaggy thighs. Gurranq's maw, open and panting, slavered drool across his forearms as he took in rasping breaths.

"The world is littered with people who've committed unforgivable sins," he said. "Whatever yours is can't be any worse than everyone else's."

Gurranq snarled, wet, and his cock sloppily unsheathed another few inches. It visibly pulsed, shaft warping as it flexed up to tap against his frayed vestments, leaving them sodden and dripping. "I need... only... Death," he panted, hips lurching, sending his cock wobbling beneath him, cocktip drawing out a lopsided oval through the air. His balls, sagging low, swayed low beneath him, skimming the ground, and each time gravity tugged them lower his entire cock rippled, gushing out a filmy mess of murky, cloudy preseed.

"Maybe you only _need_ Death," he said. "But you could clearly use a hand. Aren't I meant to be serving you? You certainly could use some service." The Tarnished's hands touched his thighs, digging into his matted fur.

Gurranq roared, cock unsheathing entirely at that simple touch: the full length of his cock poured out of him, slime erupting all across the floor, cock itself spilling forward between his knees, solidly smacking the Tarnished in the chest and knocking him back on his ass. Fully unsheathed, his cock was a godlike spar of raw red mottled flesh: fully proportional to Gurranq's massive body, thick as a human's leg, and entirely slathered in his own pent-up need, sluicing down his pulsing shaft in syrupy lines.

The Tarnished groaned, hands reaching up to curl around Gurranq's shaft, midway up. It burned in his hands, fiercely hot. Gurranq growled again, muzzle open and snarling even as he fucked forward into the touch. His body swayed, nearly toppling forward to pin the Tarnished beneath his divine shaft, and instead the Tarnished arched up, pressing his body against it. His length spanned from the Tarnished's thighs all the way up past his head, drizzling preseed into his hair.

Gurranq just snarled, hands clawing at the brick on either side of the Tarnished's head, and his hips lurched, messily dragging his dripping cock back and then rutting it forward. The single thrust was enough to thinly glaze the Tarnished's entire front in a layer of runny slime, preseed curling over his stomach and sides, spilling down to squelch beneath his back.

Gurranq's shaft was dripping with a thin layer of liquid slime, with thicker ooze gummy and thick under it, entirely cocooning his long-neglected shaft. The Tarnished lapped roughly, tongue scraping across his length, hungrily peeling off gummy sheets of thick sludge, chewing it messily before gulping down the clumpy ooze. He drank deep, moaning and keening as he swallowed down the thick sludge of his prolonged rut. His hands pumped across Gurranq's oily shaft, coaxing out spurt after spurt of thick, grimy preissue, entirely drenching his face and pouring down his neck, coating his chest, in flabby, opaque cords of churned-up sludge. He moaned, open-mouthed, as he lapped up the flowing ooze, mouth constantly overflowing as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of slime. It must have been an age since Gurranq last indulged himself, if this was the state of his cock.

His hands slid down Gurranq's shaft. His knot was still unrevealed, cock a smooth, slick tapering shaft from tip to base, but as his fingers dug harder into his turgid flesh he could feel the structure of Gurranq's knot: flesh near the base denser and heavier, already stiffer to the touch than the rest of his pulpy shaft. He milked it, hands squeezing, and then, realizing how ill-suited they were for this task -- his hands couldn't even wrap fully around his shaft, no matter what monstrosity his knot would swell into -- he slid back up, arching his hips to wrap his thighs around the root of Gurranq's cock, clamping his knees around the dense flesh of his soft knot. He rutted his entire body along Gurranq's shaft: lips kissing the tip, arms wrapped around it in a bear hug, hips grinding forward.

Gurranq did not last long. His labored breath got harder, deeper, as he snarled and rutted forward, dragging the Tarnished back and forth across the ground from his perch around his shaft. His cock rippled, spewing out preseed all across the Tarnished's face -- spraying out beyond him in sharp bursts. He erupted fast, knot bursting to a broad mound, entire shaft swelling fatter, flesh firming up into something hotter and harder. His cock lurched, like a cannon firing, and he erupted in a enormous blast of pent-up cum: silvery-grey and watery, stringed through with gummy lines. He roared, howling up at the ceiling as his cock erupted again and again, spraying entirely over the Tarnished's head and painting halfway down the length of the sanctuary in a wet spray.

The Tarnished crooned against his cock, face buried in the sludgy murk spilling down his shaft, as he kept pumping with both arms, knees clamped around Gurranq's swelling knot. Gurranq thrust into his embrace, claws sunk into the old flagstones, bodily scraping the Tarnished's back against the rock, snarling and howling like a wild beast. The sharp, fountaining spray ebbed into a continual pouring: cock rippling against the Tarnished's chest, pissing out his long-dammed issue in a slimy waterfall, thin and watery, acrid, as it entirely drenched the Tarnished's body, puddling beneath them in a sloppy lake. The Tarnished humped up against Gurranq's shaft, moans wet and gurgling as cum poured into his open mouth. He rode him through his entire orgasm, milking barrel after barrel of silty cum from Gurranq's long-neglected body, until he resembled a slimy mound, a mass of frothy bubbles: body thickly coated in the grimy off-white of Gurranq's churned-up issue.

The Tarnished sat back, drenched head to toe in Gurranq's slimy, watery issue, grinning. His hands, lathered with Gurranq's bestial load, touched himself as he stared up at Gurranq's towering length, still wetly dripping cum. He leaned in, giving it a slimy lick, tongue lathered in frothy slime, and groaned as more cum gushed out across his face, spilling from his shuddering cocktip. He leaned in, sloppily kissing the very apex of Gurranq's cock, wetly gulping as he drank down the dregs of his load straight from the source.

He pulled back with a watery smack. "The beast incantations have been useful," he said, tongue licking out to clean cum off his dripping lips only to have it immediately replaced by more spilling down his face. "But next time I bring you some Deathroot, I think I'd prefer if my reward would be getting to do this again."

Gurranq just snarled, but his cock throbbed, spurting out a final cord of cum that slashed across the Tarnished's body, knees to shoulder.