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Concubine au; Crepus and god!Reader have their bathtime together. As it turns out, Crepus has good memory and recalls all the pleasures his God has given him. As your favorite, you decide to reward him for this.

Notes: GN/Dom Reader, handjobs, "lamb" as a pet name, corruption, possessiveness, 1455 words.

@3rdgymbros hey I have our dilf hot n ready

Red had become your favorite color since he came along. Long curls of red wine brushed neatly and tied back with a white ribbon as he was presented to you. He was older than the other concubines you had at least by ten years; he has experienced the world far longer. His youth was over, but his passion was not.

His fingers, thick and unpolished, trace over your wet skin from beneath the bath. Rose petals float around the both of you in a subtle pink water. You take a deep breath, inhaling the wonderous scent that calms you. You sit on the lap of your most beloved concubine, leaning your head against his chest as you submerge yourself lower into the bath.

"There were dozen of new worshippers outside the temple today, meaning more wishes and requests," You take a deep breath and focus on the distant sound of the small waterfalls that filtered the bathhouse. "A bountiful basket of requests makes me feel like a human getting old, I might start losing my memory."

You giggle at your remark, tilting your head to look up at Crepus.

"No offense to your memory."

"Oh, my memory isn't bad. Not at all," Crepus brings your hand to his lips. His beard sweeps across your skin like a brush. Tingles rush down your arm.

"You're right. I think if I quizzed you right now you'd know everything."

 Crepus laughs along with you. His chest flexes against your back. His laugh is deep and rich. By experience, you know how his laughter creates delicious vibration, and you could feel it in his chest. 

"I can't possibly determine that for sure, but I would give it but my all for you." Crepus brushes his nose against your head, giving it a nuzzle before his lips kiss your freshy shampooed hair.

"You would. I know you would," You twist around to face him and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "I will quiz you right now."

Crepus looks hesitant with his brows furrowed. "If that's what you wish." A smirk creeps up on your face.

You sweep a strand of his red hair away from his face, but not before twirling it around your finger for a moment, admiring that pretty red you have grown to adore.

"If you pass, I will give you a reward. If not, a punishment." Crepus nods his head. He has no expression of fear or anxiety. He eyes remained glued to yours. Though his fingers twitched on your hips when you ran your finger up and down his chest. He would not act until you told him to.

"What's my favorite body part on you?"

Crepus sucks in a breath, taking a moment to pause and compose as he thinks.

"Fingers. You say their thickness and length feels nice inside you, even in your mouth. You like the way I caress your skin like following the roads of a map." Crepus answers smoothly, not a second wasted in his breath.

"Correct," You grab one of his hands off your hip and bring it to your mouth. You daintily glide your lips across his fingertips before taking in his index finger into your mouth. Your tongue rolls over it a couple of times before releasing it.

Crepus remains smiling. He didn't jump or make a sound, but your hips were not immune to the feeling of his hardening member beneath the water.  You shift yourself closer.

"Next question is how many times have I made you cum in one night."

"Six." Crepus sucks in a breath when your nails dance across his neck, soon finding their way to his damp hair and twirling a strand. "Twice was foreplay. Three times during the act. Last one was in the midst of cleaning me up."

"Good! You're so devoted to me, aren't you?"

Crepus closes his eyes and hums. Your lips attach to his neck, leaving gentle kisses across the side and ending up on his Adam's apple. Crepus had leaned his head back to give you room.

"You'll always remember my touch, won't you?" You blow down his neck and onto his collarbone. The cooling breezs of your breath on his heated skin brings goosebumps to his skin.

"Only yours..." Crepus murmurs, dazed with stars dancing around his head.

You look back up to Crepus, gently smacking his cheeks. His beard tingled again against your fingers. He blinks away the daze in his eyes, focusing back on you.

"Now now, you're so close to your reward," your finger dives down into the water and swims around his cock that stands at full attention. Tiny bubbles kiss around his member, enticing a low hum and his body to shift. "One more question, and it'll be tough this time."

Crepus nods his head, gentle determination in his eyes as you take in a breath.

"Who's my favorite lamb?"

Crepus opens his mouth before shutting it as he realizes the question. You're still gazing into his eyes, still awaiting his response patiently. He bites his cheeks.

"This isn't a trick question, Crepus," You nuzzle your face into his neck. His pulse is racing, it makes you want to kiss and bite until he passes out. "Answer it. You should know, I never even had to tell you."

Your hand draws down his chest, rubbing circles down to his stomach. His breathing becomes heavier as his eyes gloss over. With trembling lips, he leans in, hot breath tickling your face.

"Me." His lips come in contact with your cheek, slowly working his way down to your neck. You chuckle, shivering from the brush of his beard. He nuzzles like a cat scenting his possessions.

"Co-hmn...Correct." You stutter as Crepus braves himself to suck on your neck. You give him his moment to let him do as he pleases, probably leaving marks that will become your necklace for the next few days.

"My good lamb, you've earned your reward now."

Crepus stops kissing to moan as you grip his shaft. You move at a tantalizing pace, slowly working your fingers up to the underside of his head. Crepus releases your neck entirely and moves to your lips, moaning into your mouth.

Your other hand tangles in his hair. His hair feels like the soft petals of rose, smooth and covered with the dew of the morning rain. You love to brush it, touch it, yank it.

Thumbing the slit of his head has you bouncing in his lap, his hips jerking you up in the water.

"Don't bounce around so much, Lamb. I have to reward you properly." You scold lightheartedly, but Crepus nods and stiffens up, the muscles in his thighs straining to keep still as you twist your wrist.

"C-Cumming soon," Crepus pants and squeezes your hips, kneading the squishy skin of your body. "The water...we shouldn't-"

"Do not mind it. It'll get cleaned up." You lean in closer until your noses touched. "But my hand will always be tainted. You're going to dirty your God's hand, I'm allowing you to lay your sin on my beautiful hand. Do you like that?"

Crepus whimpers; it's a very boyish and uncommon sound to come from him. It's a sign of just how turned on he is. For a God to be rewarding him with their pure touch to his filthy cock, it's a mesmerizing thought, a mesmerizing sight to see beneath the ripples of the water your lovely hand on his red cock playing with his head.

Crepus leans into your neck one final time, inhales your tantalizing scent before biting down gently on your shoulder as he releases. His hips thrusting into your palm.

"You belong to me, your body and seed. I'll make you feel so good you'll never want to slip away from me," you whisper into his ear, blowing on the shell.

Crepus moans into your skin as he calms down. The only sounds are his heartbeat and your delicious voice ringing in his head. When he releases his mouth, there's marks; a circular red outline with molds of his teeth. He immediately begins kissing and licking that spot, spewing out apologies for doing such a thing without your permission.

"You lick like a dog whose bitten his owner." You pat his back and hush him. "It's okay, I will allow it. I know you humans can have weak wills."

Crepus turns back to meeting your eyes. His are tired and worn, but passionate as you've always known them for. Your smile is warm, adoring. You bring your hands to cup face. Your fingers are shriveled, and so are his. Your thumb strokes his cheek before closing in on his lips.

"My favorite lamb."