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The dreamer wanted to try something new in terms of intimacy with his two divine lovers. The three of them agreed on a few safewords and how far each of them was allowed to go. It was especially important this time, as Randolph wanted to pretend they’re not into it but still wanted to stay safe. As a bonus, doing such a thing could help keep the Messenger’s reputation as a terrible and evil person, something that came under scrutiny after he was seen treating the mortal as nearly his equal.
***
The three of them were taking a magical cab with a byakhee to a meeting with other gods.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with… all we want to do with you?” the Crawling Chaos asked.
“Yeah. And you know when to stop. You can just make an excuse of being bored with me or wanting to leave me hanging or something.”
“Alright.”
The Elk Goddess put on a collar with a slim chain around Carter’s neck.
“I have the key, don’t worry.”
“I’m not.”
“Good.”
The three of them spend the rest of the way in silence.
***
As they arrived the Messenger asked, signing:
“Are you ready, Princess?”
‘Yeah, I’m good. Let’s do this!”
With that the god’s expression changed to a smug smirk. The dreamer was pulled by the collar and forced to stand up. The Crawling Chaos exited first and pulled on the chain, but not enough to hurt his boyfriend.
“Come to me, pet!”
“No.” He said and braced himself against the open door frame.
“You will do as I say!” She pulled at the chain again and her wife pushed the dreamer until they fell down.
He managed to use his hands to not hit his head on the ground. They were pulled by the chain once more and made to stand up. He was led to a large scene in the middle of a colosseum-like structure, with a lot of different creatures watching. They weren’t even sure where they were.
“Undress, dear.” The Messenger said in a sweet yet strong voice.
“No.”
“Pets don’t wear clothes often, do they? Honestly I don’t know why I let you wear anything up to this point.”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
The Soul of the Gods slapped his short lover on the cheek, the sound accompanied by whispers from the audience of eldritch beings.
“You will obey me, pet. Unless you want to lose your ability to dream again?”
If Carter didn’t know the Messenger was lying, he’d be terrified.
“I don’t.”
“Alright then!” He used two new arms to take off his jacket and his blouse, giving them to the Elk Goddess, but he kept the mortal’s glasses on their face. The air was chill, with a slight breeze. The human involuntarily shivered. The Messenger then undid the buttons of the man’s skirt, lifted him up and took off his tights and panties. Yhoundeh picked them up from the ground to return them to Randolph later.
Despite not really minding his current situation he still blushed deep red. Having so many eyes on their bare body was not unpleasant, but still somewhat overwhelming. He was set on the ground again.
Just like it was planned before he covered his crotch up, pretending to be embarrassed and unwilling to pursue any intimacy. Another murmur spread through the crowd.
“Oh, come on, pet! Let me touch you! Let me make love to you!” the Soul teased.
“I don’t love you. I want nothing to do with you.”
Suddenly his hands were grabbed by a thick black tendril at the wrists and lifted above his head. They tried to pull them down, but failed. He was raised in the air and tried to cover himself by pulling his legs up and together. The crowd got louder and noticeably more excited.
“Don’t touch me!” he yelled.
“Could you help me out here, honey?” Nyarlathotep looked at its wife.
“Sure thing!”
She used her green tendrils to grab Randolph’s ankles and spread his legs apart.
“Stop it!” The human screamed, trying his best to sound genuine.
The Messenger laughed, and his wife joined in.
Carter tried to set himself free and once more didn’t make it.
“Stop squirming, pet!” The Elk Goddess said.
After struggling for a while longer he gave up and obeyed, to the now clearly audible joy of the crowd.
Many tendrils and arms now started to caress the man’s body, his thighs, his hips, his neck and shoulders, his breasts. They let out a small moan, as they were never able to keep quiet in intimate situations. The audience started to talk, laugh and whistle louder and louder.
Soon the tendrils and arms were joined by even more limbs and appendages. One tentacle grabbed Randolph’s dick and started to rub it, the other first lingered around his asshole before shoving itself inside. Fortunately Yhoundeh remembered to keep it lubricated. Carter still let out a fake scream of pain, like he was being torn apart. A few tiny tentacles then started to rub his pussy and entered him as well, to the joy of the many eldritch beings watching them. They faked another sound of pain, even if the penetration didn’t really hurt.
“Would you mind shutting our pet up, dear?” Nyarlathotep asked her spouse.
“I got you, dear!”
The antlered goddess shoved another green tendril, this time into his mouth, cutting out his pretend screams.
“Suck it, pet!” she said.
He shook his head and received another slap on the cheek. At this point they were losing track which limb belonged to whom. The crowd now full on screamed and cheered, mostly in languages the mortal didn’t know.
The two deities worked his body until his loud climax. But then they didn’t stop.
The two tendrils in his lower holes retracted, but the one on his cock and in his mouth remained and kept moving. The two goddesses got closer and both pulled down their pants. Randolph started squirming again, doing his best to convince everyone around him he didn’t like what was happening. He stopped after another slap, this time on the other cheek.
Both The Crawling Chaos and The Elk Goddess entered his ass and pussy at the same time, getting a loud moan out of him, still audible despite being muffled by the thick, green tentacle. This time they didn’t squirm, as they didn’t want to hurt themselves. Neither of his lovers forgot the lube, although he had no idea when they applied it. They just knew it didn’t really hurt much. The crowd cheered just as loud as when he was fucked the first time.
He was screwed until his second orgasm, which happened pretty close to both deities being done as well.
All the body parts slowly retracted from him and he was dropped on the ground, but not from enough height to cause any serious injury. They still cried out in pain to sell the role of a poor victim of the two vicious gods even better. After the fall he lost his glasses and couldn’t see much more than a foot or two ahead. They were panting heavily, exhausted after so much activity.
His chain was pulled again and he seemingly reluctantly stood up. They stumbled immediately and were caught by Yhoundeh, who helped them maintain their balance. Their glasses were placed on their face, somehow not broken. He now could see the Crawling Chaos smiling down at him.
“You did so well, pet!”
He was too tired to respond in any way.
They were led back to the cab by the chain. He faked one more act of resistance, pretending to not want to get inside, even though all he wanted now was a warm bath and a good night's sleep. They were pushed into the vehicle.
As soon as the cab took off his collar was removed and both goddesses dropped their smiles.
“Are you alright, princess?” The Soul asked.
“Have been better.” he laughed.
“Can I heal you up now?” the antlered goddess said.
“Go ahead!”
She went over his body, analysing any damage and fixing it with a powerful spell.
When he was in a tad better shape he was given his clothes back. He put them on, glad to be warm and covered again.
The female deity gave them a large water bottle. He gingerly accepted and drank nearly half of it almost instantly.
“Thank you, princess!” the Messenger said. “After a show like this I doubt anyone would dare to question my reputation!"
“I hope so!”
***
Yhoundeh was helping her mortal lover to clean himself, as he was nearly falling asleep at this point. She wiped their body with a soapy sponge a few times and then washed all the foam and dirt away with a shower.
She gently lifted him from the tub and wrapped him in a towel. She dried him as best as she could and carried him to the large bedroom.
Her spouse already made the bed and prepared Carter’s nightgown and his loose boxers. The dreamer was placed on the bed, now dry, and handed his clothes. With some help he put them on and then laid down, just wanting to sleep for at least a day.
They were covered with a soft, thick blanket and tucked in, with two final kisses on the forehead from the two deities.
The married couple left and turned off the lights.
Nyarlathotep paused for a moment in the door and said:
“Goodnight Princess!”
But Randolph didn’t hear him, as he was already asleep.