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monstrousvoice · 2 years

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First Time for Everything

Fandom: Cult of the Lamb

Relationship: The Lamb X The One Who Waits/Narinder

Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Canonical Character Death, Past Character Death, Past Violence, Religious Cults - Its a game about cults what did you expect?, Female The Lamb - I just want to see a sweet lamb girl go batshit insane and start a cult when she gets pushed over the limit okay, Slight End Game Spoilers, Post-Game Ending - No story elements really mentioned but its still the aftermath of the main story

Summary: “I saw…,” A heavy sigh, "I saw two of your flock holding hands and…uh, what's the word you use? When the lips are pressing together?” She thinks for a moment.

“You mean kissing?”

“Yes. Doing that.”

Silence follows.

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AN:

Hello, the religious lamb game has gripped me by the throat and wont let go

This is a short thing I barfed up, no it is not edited, no it is not proofread, imma go crawl into a hole and die.

Slight warning: The game is based of of building a religious cult and has a lot of dark humor and blood and such. That isn't really prevalent to this drabble but should still be taken note of? I guess?

Slight spoiler for post game stuff as well!! None of the story or plot is really mentioned but the situation is very much post game good(?) ending.

In a lot of ways, having a confessional built was a great decision for the Lamb’s growing flock. She tried her best to be approachable to her dear followers, but having the powers of a dark god made one seem intimidating no matter how hard they tried not to be. Many of her newer followers saw her as unapproachable to share their worries and fears.

She could simply read their minds, yes, but her followers were so simple in their innocence. Addressing their fears without them confessing would lead to fear and eventual dissenters.

No, no. She wanted them to trust her with their secrets.

The confessional booth gave them the anonymity to freely share their thoughts without fear of judgment on her part. Not many confessions took her by surprise anymore.

Except for today, apparently.

“As a God, I never cared much for mortal pleasures.” A deep baritone resonates from the other side of the wood panel. The Lamb hears Narinder clear his throat. This must all be rather new to him, sharing his feelings so openly with another. Her insides flutter at the knowledge that he trusts her with them.

“I saw…,” A heavy sigh, “I saw two of your flock holding hands and…uh, what's the word you use? When the lips are pressing together?” She thinks for a moment.

“You mean kissing?”

“Yes. Doing that.”

Silence follows.

Lamb waits patiently, fidgeting with the bell collar of her fleece. He will continue when ready, she knows this.

“...Have you ever done it?”

She jolts, eyebrows raising in surprise. She was expecting something different, not uh…this.

“The kissing thing, I mean. Have you done it before, little lamb?”

“Uh, n-no. No I haven't.” She clutches her bell tight, the cool metal a relief against the sweat of her palm. She feels…incredibly nervous. A feeling she hasn't felt since her, well. Her execution. Why would he be asking this-?

“Could we…could we try it? Together?” Narinder is barely able to speak the words, his voice fading to a faint whisper by the end of his sentence. Lamb had to perk an ear up against the wood panel to catch it all.

She feels utterly floored.

She had been aware of her attraction to the old god the moment he saved her from a permanent death. She had been scared and confused that day, but to the blade for something she hadn't even done, but simply for being born as she was. She had been expecting excruciating pain as she breathed her last, only to find something different.

No pain, just soft white clouds surrounding her. A trail of skulls leading her to the foot of a massive being, one with a wicked smile and promise of rebirth.

She had been smitten immediately.

On her quest for him she had entertained fantasies of growing closer to him, of being his chosen mate. But that's all they were, fantasies. He had saved her, given her power beyond compare, followers to love and adore her, a chance for revenge on those who hurt her. Of course she fell in love with him along the way.

But that was the purpose of a vessel, to love their god.

She didn’t think he would ever show an interest in her. Lamb’s heart was beating so loudly in her ears, could he hear it? She had to force her words out, they were sticking to her throat.

“I…I suppose we could? Try it?”

“Really!? You-yes! Okay! Thank you my little lamb, I will…I will meet you tonight. At the temple. Goodbye.”

With a ‘woosh’ the draping curtains of the confessional were thrown open as The One Who Waits rushed out, leaving the Lamb sitting stock still.

What-

What had she just agreed to?

With the coming of nightfall Lamb felt as if her heart was ready to claw its way out of her chest. The longer the day dragged on, the worse the feeling grew. She was sweating under her fleece and wool, her thoughts scattered to the wind no matter how she tried to focus on her tasks for the day.

What should she even expect tonight? Was this just a simple curiosity Narinder wanted to test? Or something more? The old god was clearly not used to intimacy or emotions, especially not his own being shared. A thousand years in captivity had greatly affected his social skills and tolerance as well.

Many followers had come to Lamb after he joined the flock, terrified of him and his strange ways. He would follow them around and stare at them for hours as they did their work, not responding to greetings. They would grow terrified they had failed the teachings of the cult and would beg her to not throw them out as heretics.

One follower had even attempted to get Narinder’s attention with a tap on the shoulder, only for the god to rear on them with a hiss and bared fangs, third eye open wide as he glared at them. His fur had stood on end, tail shot up high in a defensive position as blood leaked from his gaze.

No one tried touching him again after that.

Except Lamb.

She seemed to be the exception to this ‘do not touch rule’. She had brushed past him many times while working, had grabbed his clawed hands to lead him to different parts of their camp for tours and explanations. And now apparently, he wanted to try kissing her.

Did he even realize how intimate a kiss could be? Did he know and felt that she was the only one he trusted for something so soft and sweet? The thought had warmth pooling in her belly, rising higher and higher past her heart to choke her throat. Did she dare to hope?

She fiddled with her wool again, as she’d been doing all day, trying to make herself look more presentable. She tried smoothing it out again, anything to get the crazy curls under control. The red glow of her temple’s lanterns was the only light she had to see by.

The lanterns and candles sprinkled throughout the settlement had been doused hours ago to allow her followers a peaceful night’s rest after their hard work. She had been standing here since the last light went off.

She hated to think it but…she was worried she may have been led astray.

A few sleepy followers had looked to her as they went to bed, waving goodnight but clearly curious as to what she was doing. None had asked her, just simply shrugged and went to the soft bed awaiting them at home.

It was so late now, the moon high in the sky, and Narinder wasn’t here.

It’s possible he changed his mind.

The thought made her frown. She didn’t like the painful jab her heart felt at that thought. He would have told her to forget it right? If he did change his mind…

An even worse thought followed.

Her followers enjoyed pulling pranks, some harmless and others downright dangerous. Was this one of those pranks? Had they caught onto her crush for the god and somehow roped him in on a gag at her expense? Did they think it was funny to play with her heart like this!?

Tears of blood pooled at the corners of her eyes, the Red Crown rattling atop her head with the urge to transform. If this is a prank, she would be furious. Beyond compare. She would show each and everyone of them what happens when you play with the feelings of a godly vessel. Slowly and painfully she’d inscribe it into each of their very souls-

“My little lamb?”

The baritone voice she loved broke her out of her stupor. She whipped around to see Narinder peeking out from the corner of the temple, hidden in shadow. He stepped into the light towards her, his night robes on.

“I-,” He stopped. “My lamb are you-?”

The Lamb realized too late her bloody tears were still wet on her cheeks. She hastily used the edge of her fleece to wipe them away. Narinder stared as she did so, watching in silence until her hands settled back to her side. He cleared his throat, looking to the ground as he spoke.

“I…apologize for my lateness.” He mumbled. Lamb’s ears perked at his words. “I had to…convince myself to come.”

And with those words Lamb’s heart plummeted down, down into the deepest realms below where it could shatter and never be fixed again.

Of course.

How foolish she was.

“Convince?” She managed to choke out. Her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth, her head was pounding as her blood roared in her ears.

“Yes.” Narinder scuffed his shoe against the cobblestone pathway beneath them. “It took so much more courage than I thought possible simply to ask you to meet me here. I am…” He seemed to shrink in on himself, arms folding as he tried to appear nonchalant.

“I didn’t think you would actually come. The thought you wouldn’t be here…scared me.” Lamb froze, her heart slowing its downward fall to its shattering.

“You were…scared?” Narinder gave a displeased huff, rolling his two open eyes.

“Yes. Yes, I was okay? You are a…force to be reckoned with my lamb. Not only did you spare me but you continue to…withstand my presence after everything that happened. I am still surprised you even look my way.”

Her heart was rising faster now, near floating in the bliss his words brought her.

“I’m glad you did come.” She says. “I would hate to have gone back to my rooms disappointed.” More than disappointed really, but he’s here now. It doesn't matter.

Her words have an obvious effect on him as well. Narinder’s cheeks flushed and a subtle wag of his tail started. He still couldn't look her in the eye.

“I would…hate to leave you wanting.” He muttered, taking a shy step closer to her. She couldn’t stop the fluttering of her pulse or the blissful hum she gave in agreement.

“How would you like to start, Narinder?” She stepped closer as well, her tiny hoof bumping against his own paw on the cobblestone. He was staring wide eyed and flustered, clearly unsure of how to handle their sudden closeness.

“I-I’m not sure.” He whispered.

“Neither am I.” She giggled in response.

They both relied on instinct to push them forward, doing what felt right. The Lamb brought her tiny hands up towards his much taller frame, settling on his shoulders. His own paws came to sit on her waist. Claws idly picking at the soft material of her fleece. He kept staring at her lips.

Lamb swallowed her nerves, leaning further towards him. For all his years of living, Narinder seemed at a loss. He was frozen in place, staring at Lamb as she grew closer. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her muzzle to his.

Not quite a kiss, but close to it. She pushed her lips ever so softly to his, as gentle as a butterfly landing, before pulling away. As she opened her eyes she let out a shuddering sigh. She didn't even realize she had been holding her breath.Narinder was still standing stock still, frozen in place. He didn’t even blink.

“Ehem…” Lamb tried to clear her throat, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. She had just kissed him.

Narinder.

The one she loved.

Her flustering seemed to jolt him back to reality. Narinder blinked hard as his eyes refocused, red slit pupils dilating and contracting as they stared back at her.

“Was-,” His voice cracked, “was that it? A…a kiss?” He swallowed, looking like the most adorable thing Lamb had ever seen.

“Kind of? More of a uh, a nuzzle. You have to kiss back too.” He flinched.

“Oh! Sor-I apologize. Kiss back…right.”

His claws flexed along her waist, tightening up before releasing again. They both took a deep breath in tandem, and it made Lamb smile. It was reassuring that they were both so nervous.

“Try again?” She offers.

“Y-yes please.”

Narinder follows her lead this time, leaning forward and letting his eyes fall shut. Their muzzles bump together, Lamb’s nose crinkling in mirth. They’re both so bad at this. Narinder lets out an amused huff, the warmth of his breath wafting over her own lips.

She doesn’t waste anymore time, deciding to take her chance. She pushes her lips to his softly once more. This time the pressure is returned and she feels a delighted tingle spread from her muzzle to the rest of her face, all the way down to the tips of her hooves.

She can’t help the smile that breaks out, the pressure of her kiss dwindling as the muscles pull away to show her joy. She’s kissing Narinder.

Kissing.

Narinder!

She isn't the only one smiling either. Narinder’s own grin was pressing against hers. Neither of them pulled away, keeping their smiles pressed together despite how awkward it felt or looked, reveling in this joyful feeling they shared. Their smiles would relax enough to press another kiss to each other, only to stop when the smiles came back full force.

Finally they pulled away from each other, huffing for breath interrupted by giggles. Narinder pulled Lamb closer to his chest, tucking her head under his chin. His tail was wagging full force behind him as they simply stood there together, breathing and enjoying the night time breeze that surrounded them. Lamb nuzzled herself further into his chest, delighted by the rumbling purr pressed against her ear.

“You know…,” She whispered in the quiet breeze, “there are other things to do with kissing. More to explore.” She felt him stiffen under her slightly. “We can work up to it.”

He immediately went lax again. Her poor dear, still so new to affection.

“I would like that…very much I think.” He whispered into her ear, giving a small nip to the soft velvet flesh. The Lamb couldn’t stop smiling.

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