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Azzanadra is disappointed that I wrote smut about him and Zaros.

“So you’ll tell the Pontifexes that…” Zaros trailed off again, suddenly lost in his own mind. It had been happening for the entire conversation. Azzanadra hadn’t ever seen Zaros so distracted like this. His eyes were wandering over the Mahjarrat’s body again, more than just looking at him, really observing him. It was almost unsettling how he kept focusing on particular areas, moving his gaze before Azzanadra could determine what those areas were.

“Yes, I’ll inform them that you have approved the changes to the work roster.” Azzanadra placed his hand gently on Zaros’s arm and he turned to face the Pontifex Maximus. If Zaros had been capable of such things, he would probably have given a long sigh. “I do apologise. Much of my mind is occupied with a different subject…” He looked up at Azzanadra’s face again, tilting his head slightly to the side as if he was examining the Mahjarrat for the first time, sizing him up to estimate what he might be useful for. “It’s alright. I can return at another occasion, if that is your preference?” Zaros’s head shook slightly and he straightened up, pressing his hands to the armrests of the throne, ready to stand. “Actually, Azzanadra, my preference would be that you accompany me to my private quarters, if you would be willing.”

Azzanadra had only been in Zaros’s private quarters once before, when the god had needed assistance finding an old text he had tucked away in a secret compartment of the cupboard. But this was different. Zaros settled in a large armchair in a corner, gesturing for Azzanadra to sit across from him. The wondering of why Zaros had a seat for guests crossed his mind, but the god began talking before the thought could go anywhere. “I realise now that there is a different matter I would like to discuss with you. So, Azzanadra, you regularly engage in… What do you Mahjarrat call it? Ah, yes. The Ritual of Enervation. You do that with Sliske and sometimes others, do you not?” Zaros sat with his hands resting in his lap as if the conversation were about something as simple as the weather while Azzanadra twisted back in his chair, fidgeting with one of the buckles on his arm-guard.

Of course Zaros knew about that. Of course he did. Why did he have to bring it up now though? Well, at least it hadn’t been at a time when others were around to hear. “Uh- Yes. But it’s only the Ritual of Enervation when it’s during an earthquake. Otherwise it’s just normal sex.” He paused for a moment, wondering how much the god wanted to know. Until now, he hadn’t been sure if Zaros even knew what sex was. “So yes, I… I do… do that. With Sliske. And sometimes other Mahjarrat. Yes, I do- uh- have sex. I hope that isn’t a problem, but if it is, Sliske certainly won’t be happy.” Azzanadra looked down to his feet, one of which was tapping at the ground rapidly. At that moment he recalled something Nabor had once mentioned about people laughing when nervous or unsure how to react “You need not be concerned. This conversation should not have any negative impact on your lifestyle. Who exactly are these other Mahjarrat you spoke of?” Azzanadra could feel Zaros’s expectant gaze, waiting for an answer.

Azzanadra couldn’t think of anything he wouldn’t do for the his lord, but blindly following orders was not in his nature. “I apologise, I feel they would prefer I did not reveal their identities,” Zaros gave an understanding nod as Azzanadra spoke “Although, I must ask, why do you wish to know?” It was the god’s turn to look down to the ground. “I am sorry for coming across as invasive, that was not my intention. As always, you are free to live your own life and have secrets. Although I have been watching you.” Well, that wasn’t at all creepy. The god continued. “I know your desires. I know your desires of Sliske and the other Mahjarrat you have sex with. And I know your desires of me.”Azzanadra had to admit that sometimes Zaros’s great wisdom was occasionally a little irritating. He must have known of this for years, but was polite enough to only mention it now. But why now? “And as it happens, today your desires match mine.” Azzanadra suddenly paused and looked at Zaros, wondering if he had really said that or perhaps he was only hearing what he wanted to hear. “Do you understand what I am trying to say?”

“You want to… With me? Like, now?” Azzanadra croaked out, his voice suddenly failing. Zaros nodded. “But only if you want to. I understand that sex must be consensual.” He paused for a moment to watch Azzanadra struggle to find words, then stared down at the floor. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I hope we can just pretend this didn’t happen. Would you like something to drink before you go?” He started to stand, but Azzanadra practically teleported to his side. “Zaros- Yes! I can think of nothing I would enjoy more!” It was such an effort to stay steady on his feet, to cope with what he hadn’t thought would ever happen except in the fantasies that ran through his mind late at night. “Are you sure? Don’t feel pressured into it because of my power. I am only willing to do this if you are completely certain that this is what you want.”

Couldn’t Zaros see how eager he was? It was such a struggle not to start tearing off his robes, press his lips to the god’s… maybe his mouthpiece? There wasn’t really an obvious place to kiss. And then maybe Zaros would undress and Azzanadra would finally see what the deity had under the robes that were usually beautiful, elegant yet functional, but now were an obstacle he would have to deal with before getting what he wanted. “Alright, I see now that you are serious about this.” The god’s voice brought Azzanadra out of his thoughts and he realised that he hadn’t only been thinking about kissing Zaros. He pushed Azzanadra back, forceful but friendly. “Come with me. The bedroom is this way.” Zaros began his floaty walk towards a closed door off to the side, Azzanadra scrambling after him and realising along the way that at some point his belt had become undone.

The bed looked so comfortable and inviting, truely fit for a god and whoever he chose to share it with. And Azzanadra knew that his face probably bore a childlike expression of utter excitement at the thought that it would be him. Without speaking, Zaros gestured for him to stop and stand still, then traced a finger down through the air. A line of purple flame formed down the middle of Azzanadra’s robes and slowly pulled apart as Zaros levitated him out and gently placed him down on top of the clothes that were magically mending themselves. “Why do you always keep this beautiful body of yours hidden from me?” Zaros asked. Not a compliment, a genuine question. Azzanadra chuckled as he answered. “Well, I suppose I could come to work naked tomorrow, but I don’t think-“ He paused as the god’s robes simply faded from existence, revealing a slender black body adorned with purple crystals.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from gazing down between the elegantly curved legs, getting a look at what was hopefully going to be inside of him before too much longer. But Azzanadra was disappointed to see nothing, nothing that looked to have any penetrative power, nothing that looked as if it could be penetrated. But stronger than disappointment was a sparking curiosity, a wondering of just what exactly Zaros had in mind when offering this opportunity. And it was finally processing in Azzanadra’s mind that Zaros had a bed, despite not needing to sleep. There was only one possible explanation for that. But when Zaros beckoned him closer, it didn’t matter who else had been in this bed with the god, only that it was his turn now.

The god’s pure black skin thrummed with energy under Azzanadra’s hands, neither warm nor cold but so wonderful to touch. A tremble ran through him as he felt Zaros put his own hands around his waist and under his thigh and lift him so effortlessly onto the bed where he could clearly see the slim crystalline form beginning to appear between the god’s legs, growing more and more solid as he approached until Zaros was crouched above him, his cock right at Azzanadra’s waist but not coming any further. Azzanadra propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view. “Forgive me, I… I am uncertain as to how this works with another male, particularly a Mahjarrat.” Zaros mumbled, gazing down at Azzanadra and trying to visualise how they would fit together. “Just… do what you normally would.” What did Zaros normally do? Who did he normally do this with? “Don’t worry about… this. It should settle down and press between our chests when you, uh, get started.” He gestured down at his erection that was desperate to feel skin against it. “So, yours just… appears when you want it?” “Yes” “Huh, that’s… convenient.”

And then Zaros slid inside him, so effortless against the wetness as he reached deeper than Sliske ever could, and deeper still when his cock suddenly expanded to fill every millimetre of available space and pressing against every surface inside him and he gasped and groaned at every movement Zaros made. “Oh, that isn’t… painful, is it? Let me know if it is and I’ll stop.” It was painful. And that was one of the best things about it. Shut up and fuck me, was what Azzanadra wanted to say, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Fortunately Zaros seemed to get the idea when Azzanadra pulled him down, pressing his mouth to an area on Zaros’s forehead that wasn’t occupied by eyes, running his hands all over the body that was smaller but so much more powerful, so much, and now Azzanadra could worship him in all his glory, shimmering indigo against deep obsidian.

There was nothing but willpower keeping him from treating Zaros like a Mahjarrat, only respect and fear pinning him down and stopping him from sinking his claws into Zaros and overpowering the smaller being and showing him exactly why so many desired the chance to sleep with the Pontifex Maximus. But the knowledge that if anything went differently from how Zaros expected he may never get an opportunity like this again forced him into submission, forced him to let his hands drop from the god’s body and rest by his side, forced him to just lay back and enjoy the ride.

And then when Azzanadra had to give in to the temptation to touch every one of the jutting crystals along Zaros’s torso, Zaros began thrusting into him faster and faster as Azzanadra struggled not to dig his claws into the god that had seemed so delicate but was now about to break him, and suddenly the god roared as light filled the room and warmth filled Azzanadra, causing him to be overcome by the release he had been struggling to hold back. Through the blinding power of the empty lord unleashed, Azzanadra could feel him rest against his chest, slowly relaxing and sinking down.

The glow gradually dwindled and faded as the sensation of the cock wedged between Azzanadra’s legs disappeared, leaving a terrible emptiness and a longing for more. Zaros rolled off him almost immediately afterwards, regaining his mysterious and powerful aura within moments as he stood, seemingly unaffected by the exertion. Azzanadra’s mind filled with a debate over whether to try to appear unshaken and stand strong or lay back submissively and let Zaros have all the power he deserved. “You look tired.” Zaros observed “You are welcome to stay here and rest for as long as you wish.”

That would be amazing. Staying there in his lord’s bed, helpless and naked and longing for another chance to worship Zaros in new ways. But… “I would love to, I really would. But I’m afraid I can’t. Sliske will start looking for me if I’m not home soon, and I assume you would prefer he did not turn up at your door and invite himself in.” Azzanadra heaved his tired body up into a sitting position, glancing down at where the shimmering substance Zaros had deposited within him was beginning to leak out from between his legs. “Very well. You make a good point. But please carry with you the knowledge that I would love to do something like this again at some point, preferably in the near future. And I hope you know that I really do find you very attractive.” That was the closest to nervous Azzanadra had ever seen Zaros.

There was a long pause in which they both just stared at each other, taking in the details that they wouldn’t see again until whenever they did this again, if they did this again. “Do you... have a bathroom where I can get cleaned up?” sighed Azzanadra reluctantly, finally acknowledging that the experience had come to an end. Zaros didn’t respond verbally, he just waved his hand and the release splattered across Azzanadra’s chest and his own simply disappeared. But Azzanadra could still feel the very essence of the sex in a thick layer coating every part of his body, something that Sliske seemed to pick up on within about 5 seconds of him arriving home.

“Where have you been?!” Sliske demanded as Azzanadra walked in the door. His voice changed to a deeper, more miscevioush tone as he noticed Azzanadra’s exhausted yet ecstatic expression. “Who have you been with?” Guesses came in a constant stream as they walked down the hallway. “Wahi? Nabor?” Azzanadra shook his head. “Hmmm… Zemouregal?” A fist suddenly flew in the direction of where Sliske’s face had been before he ducked just in time. “Well,” Azzanadra grunted, slumping down on the couch, “I’m not sure if I’m allowed to tell you, and even if I was, I doubt you would believe a word of it.”

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