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007n7 wasn’t a man of worship.
It seemed silly- he’d been wed to a deity for years, after all. But something about baring his soul that openly- begging, really, to someone who he knew could hear him... it made his hackles rise.
And Noli would hear him. He’d only ever done it a handful of times, nothing more than a quick, panicked prayer for help, but he’d always felt his cold violet cloak wrap around him before he could finish the thought. Whisking him away from danger and muffling the horrific noises of whatever unholy justice Noli was bestowing upon whoever had threatened him.
He’d always be so pleased after those encounters, pressing himself up against 007n7 smugly and reminding him that he’d never be in danger as long as he could ask for help. That Noli would hear any prayer he made, any call for aid.
That was the problem.
He whimpered quietly as he sank to his knees, thighs squishing as they pressed together. Sharp, boiling-hot need ripped through him with every twitch. He hadn’t had a heat in years. He thought he’d stopped, after c00lkidd, thought his body had given up on having any more kids.
Apparently not.
The long absence only made it worse, and his tail thrashed violently behind him as he keened high in his throat before he could bite back the sound. Oh, gods, he already knew he looked like a mess. Face flushed and red, drool spilling down his chin and onto the temple floors even as he tried to quickly wipe it away.
He just hadn’t been this desperate in so long. He wished he could imagine Noli’s hands running over him, conjure up some sweet fantasy to cool the ache in his weeping cunt, but the second he thought about him now Noli would hear him.
He cut off the train of thought hysterically, terrified that he’d already thought too much. Noli was in some cultist meeting now, he couldn’t just- interrupt him with this. He already took care of him so well, he didn't need 007n7 barging into the throne room just because he was too horny to think straight.
He could take care of this himself.
The cold stone of the floor felt divine against his clothed cunt when he lowered himself to the floor, legs spreading instinctually, tail thrashing against the grooves in the rock. One hand snuck between his legs and he hastily pushed down his pants, movements sloppy with desperation- whore, his mind whispered cruelly, and he whimpered. He was too old to be acting like this. He wasn’t a hormonal young demon anymore, he had standards, he-
He pulled his underwear down, baring his slick-coated pussy to the cool air, and keened.
Shame still boiling hot and acidic in his chest, he slotted two fingers against his entrance, flushing at the amount of fluid already leaking from it. The soft brush of his fingers felt heavenly, mind so hazy he could almost imagine they were Noli’s long, cold claws. The first press inwards almost made him sob with relief. His heat receded for a single, blissful moment, before it came back hard.
Any concept of ‘modesty’ dissolved and he flattened himself against the floor, arm braced against it so he could roll his hips against his own hand desperately. Every press of his fingers against his sweet spot was making it worse, he was starting to pant, feverishly hoping that Noli would finish his meeting early, somehow, walk in and find him like this-
He cut the train of thought off again before he could lose himself in it. He’d lasted heats without a partner before- miserably, yes, but he had done it- he could last a little while longer. He wouldn’t- he didn’t want to be dragging Noli down. He had better things to do with his time than tend to his heatstruck husband, he was sure, even though the thought sent a sharp stab of grief through him.
It wasn’t working. He had to be doing something wrong, the heat in his gut was reaching a fever pitch and yet he felt further from coming then when he’d started. It was too much. God, it was just like him to not even be able to handle his own heats anymore. He was a poor excuse for a demon and a poor excuse for a man. The thought made tears start to prick the corner of his eyes and he did what he had promised himself he wouldn’t do.
He gave up.
“Please, Noli, Lord of the Void, God of Nothing-”
He tried to at least use the proper titles, even though his brain was swimming with heat and shame. His hips kept jerking against the floor no matter how hard he tried to still them, chasing pleasure that lied just outside his reach-
“I- hah- I request your divine assistance, with- ah, something-”
His resolve broke.
“Noli, please, I need you, I- I can’t do this alone, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just- please.”
He whimpers at another lurch in his stomach, pussy clenching around thin air. He feels so empty, so cold inside and yet he’s boiling alive, he needs Noli to help him-
He straightens up a little, wobbling on weak thighs as he tries to assume the same position he’s seen the cult do, bowed low and face down as he clasps his shaking hands in front of him. He doesn’t even hear the soft sound of Noli’s cloak whispering into the room over the blood roaring in his ears.
“Please, I’ll- I’ll do anything, just- help for a little bit?”
His tail curls between his legs in shame. He’s asking for too much, he knows he is- he’s always been greedy, and just because Noli has always been happy to give him what he wants doesn’t mean he can afford to push it like this.
He gives a pitiful whine at the thought. He’s not the man he used to be, he’s not lean and beautiful like he once was- he wouldn’t blame Noli for not wanting to help him. The cult needs him more than 007n7 does, he’s just being selfish.
He whimpers again as he continues to soak the floors, a wet puddle of slick forming under him and seeping into the stone. Every press of his cunt against the floor only builds the fever in him, he can’t even think coherently enough to pray other than a stream of filthy begging. He’s so close, he can feel the knot in his stomach fraying, but he just can’t quite push himself over the edge-
He’s still rutting mindlessly when long black claws gently tip his head back to meet Noli’s eyes.
“Missed me, my love?”
He’s too far gone to see the delighted glint in Noli’s eyes, the way the shadows in the room twist gleefully in anticipation. Finding his most precious mortal on his knees, praying for him with a desperate need not even the most devout of his cult can manage, well-
Noli stares down at his twitching hips, at the puddle of slick between his legs, and that carved grin turns ravenous.
007n7 melts into his touch, his distressed whimpering going sweet and soft as he rubs his face against the sharp points of Noli’s claws. His shame melts into blissful delirium. Noli is here. Noli will take care of him now.
“You’ve been very good.” Noli’s voice is a low purr and 007n7 shivers with anticipation. He knows that sound. Knows that pleased tone, can hear the smile in Noli’s voice that fails to hide the terrible, terrible hunger beneath it.
“Oh, my most dedicated follower. You remembered.”
He holds 007n7’s chin in place, rubbing absentmindedly at his jaw in a way that makes 007n7 whimper.
“Call for help and I’ll hear you, darling. I’ll always come for you.”
The heat in 007n7's gut redoubles, he feels nauseous with the force of it and he whines pleadingly up at him, trembling with the effort to stay upright. Noli lays a gentle hand against his cheek, voice sickeningly fond.
“Worshippers of mine are rewarded, my dear. I make sure of it.”
007n7's muscles go slack and Noli is already moving to catch him, cradling him against his chest and cooing softly as 007n7 folds into him. He feels so achingly empty that it hurts, cunt clenching miserably around nothing even as Noli murmurs reassurances into his ear.
“Please.” Is all he whimpers, the word dripping with desperation, and the world goes dark for a moment as Noli teleports them both.
When he blinks the dark spots away he’s lying on their bed, dark sheets blissfully soft and cold against his feverishly warm skin. His tail makes a satisfying noise when it slides across it and 007n7 leans back, letting his legs fall open to expose his soaked cunt to Noli as he stands silently at the foot of the bed.
“Noli-” He starts, but he’s already shushing him.
“Shh. Can’t I admire my beautiful husband for a moment?”
007n7 makes a horrifically desperate sound, an ugly half-sob that makes shame burn hot in his stomach. His tail writhes under him like a live wire as he stares at Noli with pupils blown so wide they almost eclipse his iris, and Noli quickly relents. In a blink, his face is so close to 007n7's he could lean up and kiss him if he could move his limbs at all.
Noli smooths his hand across 007n7's forehead, checking his temperature, and 007n7 really does sob this time. Noli’s voice is thick with concern.
“Darling, talk to me. This is just a heat, is it not?”
“Hurts.” 007n7 manages to whimper out before his cunt clenches again and he shrieks at the sharp stab of pain. He’s- he must be too old for this. He’s past his prime. The sleek, deadly tiger he used to be has fallen from grace and become more like a fat spoiled cat, and now his body has decided to settle the score.
Noli hums sympathetically, but there’s a low, excited undercurrent beneath it that makes 007n7 squint in confusion. He splays a hand over 007n7's stomach, something awestruck in his wide dark eyes.
“1x mentioned that.” He murmurs, and 007n7 knows he can’t be imagining the hunger in his voice. He sounds almost dazed, like he’s just realised something beautiful.
“Mentioned what?” 007n7 mumbles back weakly, and Noli is so lost in his thoughts that he startles at the question.
“Your heat. You haven’t had one in a long, long time, correct?”
007n7 murmurs assent, face going red. He’d always thought he was- a little bit broken, in that way. In his time apart from Noli, his heats had been a miserable event that he’d been glad to miss. But… he wanted more children. He wanted them so badly, even though he knew that ship had already sailed. C00lkidd had mostly given up on begging for little siblings, and it broke his heart.
Noli’s hands slide down to his hips, claws digging into his fat gently and 007n7 keens. He doesn’t know what the ecstatic look on his face is for- he almost looks like he’s shaking with excitement, mask curved into a grin that takes up half his face.
“You weren’t having heats because you weren’t healthy enough to carry, dear. But since you tolerated my spoiling so well…”
He trails off, tilting his head at 007n7 until his eyes go wide in understanding.
“Oh.” He says, stunned.
“Oh, indeed.” Noli mimics, and his grin turns feral.
“You- we can-”
“I’ll give you what you want.” Noli purrs and 007n7's pussy aches, feeling horrifically cold and empty as it clenches around nothing but air. “I’ll give you kids. You’re made for this, Seven, you’ll carry them perfectly~”
That honeyed tone, those words, they go straight to the feverish heat spreading through 007n7's body and he makes a pathetic little sound as he spreads his legs wider.
“Noli- Noli please-” He babbles, eyes unfocused, as Noli runs his claws down the soft flesh of his inner thigh and circles his sopping wet cunt. He can’t- he can’t think, he howls in desperation when Noli stops just shy of his entrance and his other hand comes up to wipe at his eyes.
“Alright, dear, I won’t tease you any longer.” He murmurs, sweet and achingly fond, and 007n7 goes quiet. He trusts him. Noli has never failed to give him what he needs, he just has to have faith in him for a little while longer.
“Shhh, shhh, there we go.” Noli whispers as 007n7 relaxes against him, tail slowing its violent thrashing against the bed. He sobs, a broken noise, and Noli lines himself up and starts pushing in.
He doesn’t waste any time prepping him and 007n7 is deliriously grateful for it, letting out a pleading moan as the tip writhes against his soft walls. There’s an obscene sound, slick and wet, as Noli pushes deeper.
“You were made for me, Seven.” Noli purrs, starting to roll his hips gently and 007n7 mewls. His cunt is so loose and wet there’s barely any resistance as Noli fills him, girth stretching him painlessly like he belongs there. 007n7 tries to move his hips upwards, tries to take more of that sweet heavy weight that eases the feverish pain of heat, but his muscles are too weak and Noli pets his face fondly.
“Calm down, love.” And he bottoms out, hips pressed flush around 007n7's stretched-out cunt. The tip still writhes and pulses and 007n7 whines at the feeling that he’s never gotten quite used to,.
Then he starts thrusting in earnest and 007n7 shrieks, muscles locking as he clenches down desperately. He hears Noli groan, cursing under his breath as 007n7 tries to milk his dick but 007n7 can’t stop. His mind barely feels his anymore, old instincts screaming at him to pull Noli closer, make him breed him, keep him buried in his cunt until it takes-
His efforts are for nothing, Noli fucks into him like the tight clench of 007n7's cunt is nothing more than a weak flutter. His eyes are wide and dark, almost as frenzied as 007n7's, muttering words under his breath that aren’t any language 007n7 recognizes.
The pace drives 007n7 into a frenzy, desperate pleading moans falling from his lips as the coil of heat in his gut draws tighter. He’s so close to tipping over the edge but he can’t, something is stopping him and he lets out a wordless, miserable howl.
“Noli come in me please, please just-”
His thoughts scatter and he whimpers as Noli’s pace quickens, hips starting to stutter out of sync and his focus narrows to a single point as he realises what that means.
“You know I can never say no to you, darling.” Noli pants out, and buries himself deep in 007n7's swollen cunt as he comes. 007n7's vision goes white as he feels him fill him, warm fluid flooding his ruined pussy and the sheer satisfaction is enough to push him over the edge, throat too wrecked by his constant moaning to make any sound louder than a quiet whimper.
It only takes a second longer for the hormones to hit him, warm and syrup-sweet as the fog in his brain thickens. There’s simply no way he isn’t pregnant from that, and he purrs, almost shaking with the force of the sound. He’s going to have kits. Finally, he can give C00lkidd little siblings, have the big family he’s always shied away from dreaming of because it felt too out of reach-
“Still there, darling?”
Noli can’t hide the joy in his own voice and 007n7 knows instinctually that he’d be purring too if he could. He stretches out, cloak rustling, then curls around 007n7 like a masked blanket. The inside of his cloak is warm and dark, cosy enough to soothe the little panicked voice in the back of 007n7's head that screams he’s too exposed, and he presses his head against his chest gratefully. With a wave of his hand, all the lights in the room go out too, and 007n7 feels himself relax against Noli’s chest.
Noli’s claws settle affectionately over his stomach and he snorts, amused but unable to stop the pleased wag of his tail.
“Don’t snort at me, dear, I’m allowed to be emotional over this too, am I not?”
“Y’r not th’ one pregnant” 007n7 slurs, and Noli pouts back at him.
“Did I not contribute? Was I not invaluable to the process?”
He’s laughing as he speaks, voice as light as a spring breeze, and 007n7's purrs redouble in volume. It’s warm, and dark, and their combined scents form a thick enough web to completely swamp his senses. It feels like home, like a proper burrow, and his eyelids start drooping.
“Get some rest, darling.”
The protective weight to Noli’s voice is even heavier than usual, and 007n7 rolls his eyes with all the energy he has left. He already knows he’s going to be insufferable about this. Noli is enough of a worrier as he is- 007n7 wouldn’t be surprised if he decides to do something silly like float 007n7 everywhere so he doesn’t have to walk, or hand-feed him, or… hmm, that doesn’t sound too bad, on second thought.
“I saw that eyeroll, by the way. I hope this child doesn’t inherit your disrespect.”
007n7 yelps in shock and Noli cackles himself hoarse, and it’s the sound of his crackling, glitchy laughter that 007n7 falls asleep to.