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Morax was a god, almost as old as time itself. So it seems logical that he had already been around since the time of the Romans. He didn’t have many followers at the time, and even though no one knew of his existence, he still loved watching the little humans from up above. Sometimes, he would disguise himself as a human, and other times as various animals, just to be able to watch his humans grow.
One human he specifically liked to watch. His name was Constantine, the son of Constantius Chlorus, one of the four emperors of Rome. The reason for Morax’s obsession with the young Roman was that Constantine was as much of a sharter as him.
Every time Morax or Constantine let out a fart they had to let out a huge dump, making their shit splitter and splatter out of their asses. Because of this, Constantine was disliked by Romans and Merchants around him. Even his own father, Constantius Chlorus, looked at him with disappointment and disgust. Soon, Constantine’s farts and sharts began to smell even worse, each one more disgusting than the last. His son’s stench got worse and worse, and soon Constantius thought about cutting off his own nose. Before he could act on his thoughts, however, his nose began to rot.
It became foul and ugly, soon just a white stump in the middle of the emperor’s face. After a week it turned green, then blue, then purple- until it fell off one night. Panic filled Constanius’ eyes as he realized he had lost his precious nose… and his sense of smell.
Since the older man didn’t want to look ugly- and he had to admit, his nose looked ugly now -he began putting jewelry all over his body. Eventually, he let someone drill a hole into his nose, in order to be able to wear more jewelry.
But now back to the reason for which Morax especially favors the stinking Constantine…
The Roman was obsessed with the sun and portrayed himself as Sol, the roman God of the sun. Unfortunately his favorite god never spoke with him. This had been the case until Morax let out a huge shart in front of Constantine when he visited the Forum Romanum in his human form. And in that memorable moment, the tunic of Morax’s got blown up by the wind, revealing his asshole. As his thunderous sharts echoed over the Forum, a bright sun shone out of his hole, almost like the sun.
Constantine’s eyes widened as he saw the sun shine out of the other man’s asshole. His heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. His hand instinctively reached out to touch the other man’s shoulder. Morax’s tunic fluttered down, the sunlight dimming slowly.
“You…“, the Roman stuttered,“You sharted…“ His voice was tinted in disbelief, his eyes still blown wide. Constantine’s hand finally made contact with the other man’s shoulder. He felt a warmth build in the pit of his stomach, no doubt a speck of sunlight he felt inside of his body.
“Indeed I did“, the god answered softly, reaching out to cup his sweet Constantine’s cheek. “I am Zhongli, protector of sunbeams and excrement. I’ve chosen you to be my associate… If you’ll have me, of course.“ Constantine’s eyes widened even further. His eyes grew, soon reaching a massive size. He made a cute face and nodded. “Yes, Zhongli…“
With that, Morax grabbed Constantine’s hand. With the power of a fart, the god shot up into the heavens above. The forum disappeared below them and Constantine could only see the stinky, green and brown fart that was covering his vision. They floated atop clouds, saw the stars and watched meteor showers. Suddenly, Constantine found himself inside a bed made of clouds. “Constantine, are you mine?“, the god asked, wanting his loyal follow to confirm his presumptions. He wanted the little Roman all for himself, mark his skin with burns worse than any sun or star could cause. He wanted Constantine.
The emperor nodded. “I am yours, Sol…“, he agreed shyly. He was blushing. Zhongli pressed Constantine into the bed. He whispered,“I am not Sol. I’ve long taken on a new name. Call me Zhongli, my precious air buiscuit…“
Constantine was about to reply to the god’s seductive whisper, when his tunic was ripped off. His bare body was now shown off to the god before him. Zhongli admired his pale body, the big, innocent eyes, and his small, plump cock. Constantine felt his breath hitch in his throat.
“Zhongli-“
Before he could finish his sentence, the sun god pressed him even further into the clouds. His body passed through the fragile, fluffy mass… and he fell.
As Constantine fell from the heavens, his eyes widened even further as he saw the ground approaching rapidly below him. His small cock fluttered in the wind.
The Forum came closer and closer and Constantine could hear the people’s whispers under him. They were flabbergasted to see their emperor in such a state, falling from the sky like a naked god. Suddenly, the sound of a loud shart could be heard. A pile of gooey shit spawned right under Constantine, and the Roman landed safely in it. His body was covered in shit, but he was glad he hadn’t broken any of his bones.
The people gasped again, disgust and admiration in their eyes. The declared Constantine the god of shit. Divus cacatus Constantinus.
The shit on Constantine’s body started spreading all over his form, soon covering from head to toe. When the Roman was able to open his eyes again, he glanced up into Zhongli’s handsome face.
“Zhongli… what-… what happened?“, he asked innocently. Constantine’s body was no longer covered in shit, but he still smelled disgusting. Zhongli’s hands wandered all over his body. Constantine felt like he was on fire. “Forgive me, my darling fluffer-doodle… I forgot you humans can’t stand on the clouds of the divine. I’ve brought you into my temple.“
As Constantine glanced around, he laid eyes on a hexastyle temple. It was made of opus cementicium, ionic and corinthian columns holding up its square flat roof. A big statue glared at the both of them from the side of the road. It was like one of those SCP-things. It moves when you don’t look at it and kills you.
It was Zeus. Not Jupiter. Zeus.
And he was salty he wasn’t getting in on the action…
Zhongli was dragging him in by his feet. He somehow had twenty arms.
Soon, they were inside. Zhongli got to work immediately, using his twenty arms to pleasure Constantine endlessly. Six of his hands held the young Roman down. Ten caressed him, two were busy with fingering him, one played with his little cock and one tugged on his hair.
Zhongli’s tongue lapped at Constantine’s belly button. The Roman squirmed, groaning when the god’s countless hands held him down.
One of Zhongli’s hands forced Constantine’s head to glance at the temple’s entrance. “You should watch our visitor before he dares to cross the stairs…“, the god warned in a seductive tone of voice. The Roman’s body shuddered as his big eyes fixed on SCP-Zeus.
“Wha-what is that-?!“, the young man exclaimed, his eyes widening again. Zhongli chuckled, gently sticking his tongue into his air biscuit’s bellybutton again. Constantine’s eyes drooped and SCP-Zeus came two millimeters closer.
“That’s our visitor, Darling“, he explained calmly, before diving into Constantine’s bellybutton again. His tongue dug deeper, tasting the bacteria inside. Constantine smelled like shit, but his bellybutton tasted heavenly to the god. “Keep watching him… We wouldn’t want him to penetrate you before I get the chance to, right, baby?“
Constantine felt his eyes droop again. He fought against the urge to moan and close his eyes as Zhongli took such good care of him. He wouldn’t allow anyone other than Morax to take his virginity.
Zhongli chuckled as he felt the Roman shudder underneath him. “Have you ever sucked a cock before, my pretty little puppet?“ Constantine shook his head, his eyes fixed on the SCP-Zeus on the stairs.
"Good", the god responded while lifting his tunic up, revealing a massive and already hard cock. Constantine gulped as he looked directly at the pulsating tip that would soon be burried deeply into his rectum. "Z-Z-Zhongli... I don't know if...", his widened eyes and met those of the old god, who just huffed and gave his lover a cheeky smile. "I'm sure you can take it like the bonus puer that you are..."
Constantine forced his eyes on the greek god who loomed over them from outside, still pissed that he wasn't able to fuck the shit out of the young emperor. "Open your mouth, my love", Zhongli demanded and Constantine immediately obliged. Slowly, the god of the sun inserted his enormous cock into the Roman's hungry mouth, making him choke a bit as he came closer to the more sensitive throat.
Like a starving child, Constantine began to suck and swirl his tongue over the tip as if it were a lollipop. Zhongli let out a soft groan, pressing his lips together before letting out a mumbled curse.
The old god pushed his dick further into the young man’s mouth, his twenty hands holding Constantine’s limbs down a little harder. “Oh, you’re so inexperienced, my love… This feels wonderful…“, he muttered. He closed his eyes, finally letting go of any and all responsibilities he had ever had as a god.
Constantine shuddered as he forced his eyes to stay on SCP-Zeus. His heart was hammering in his chest. Zeus licked his lips as the young Roman’s eyes met his.
“You need to use your tongue a little more, my little feces faggot~“ Zhongli couldn’t suppress his excitement and amusement as his words sent a shiver down the young Roman’s spine. Constantine obliged, forcing his tongue to swirl around the pulsating member in his mouth.
Zhongli began to thrust into his loyal follower. The Roman’s eyes flew shut as he tried not to choke. He tried to get used to this strange and unfamiliar feeling, and felt his own cock stand up slowly. He was sporting a mini-boner within seconds, his little sausage immediately being tended to by one of Morax’s many hands.
Zhongli let out moan after moan, almost completely drowning out the sound of a heavy statue moving in the background. Constantine let out a gurgled moan, his limbs starting to hurt from all their twitching.
The emperor’s eyes widened as Zhongli pulled his asscheeks apart. “Fart for me, my Darling…“, he mumbled seductively as he buried his cock in the back of Constantine’s throat again. A warmth spread through Constantine’s body, his legs turning into jelly.
A gooey mass flew out of his asshole and Morax chuckled as he caught the stinking mass with his hands. He began covering a few of his hands in his lover’s liquid-shit.
Constantine’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Mmmm… You smell so good“, Zhongli moaned out, holding one of his shit-covered hands right under Constantine’s nose. The young Roman almost gagged at the smell, his eyes opening again. He kept sucking on Zhongli’s cock, wanting to swallow it up whole.
Suddenly, he saw something moving in his peripheral vision. His eyes fixed on SCP-Zeus, who was now almost standing right behind him. Constantine arched his back in oder to look at the Greek god. Suddenly, he felt a few fingers inside of his asshole, and a groan escaped him. Zhongli had clearly taken his arched back as an invitation to go even further.
Zeus was in the process of getting off his marble base, one hand already reaching out to touch Constantine’s fluffy hair. In the meantime, Zhongli began thrusting harder and harder, almost deep enough to completely rearrange Constantine’s insides. Zeus licked his lips again, clearly wanting to get in on the action.
Constantine kept his eyes on the SCP, his body freezing up at the shocks and melting at Zhongli’s rough touches. The young emperor was overcome with pleasure and fear, his little cocklet repeatedly hardening and relaxing.
Zhongli came into his mouth with a groan, pulling out with a loud plop.
“There we go… Wasn’t that nice?“, the god whispered as he glanced down at his little follower with loving eyes. Constantine swallowed the gooey mass inside his mouth, tasing a hint of orange on his own tongue. He greedily licked around his lips, wanting to swallow all of the god’s cum. It tasted like Caprisun, like oranges from Capri.
“Now… Let me claim you, my precious fartlet...“, Zhongli growled, positioning Constantine in a way that would allow him full access to the man’s lower body.
Morax’s hand trailed all over him. “Close your eyes“, he commanded. Constantine glanced down at the god’s face, seeming unsure of whether he should obey. As his eyes fixed on Zhongli, Zeus began moving closer.
Before he could do anything, before he could move at all, Zeus had covered his eyes gently. Constantine tried to move, tried to get out the god’s grip, but it was too late. Zhongli held down all his limbs as Zeus covered his vision. The young emperor felt a cold, marble finger trailing down the side of his face.
Constantine gulped, attempting to move his head around. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt a marble tongue on his own. Zeus’ hand was still covering his vision, making sure he couldn’t look at him.
The young emperor’s hips bucked, his tongue swirling around the Greek god’s.
“Good boy…”, Zhongli praised him, before shoving his needy cock into Constantine’s hole. The Roman sucked in a breath, feeling like he was about to swallow Zeus’ tongue. The marble statue touched Constantine’s nipples with his free hand, gently flicking over them.
Zeus pulled away and Zhongli’s hands wrapped all around Constantine. They raised him into the air, and the young emperor hung helplessly as his body went limp. His back arched, allowing Zhongli to access him from one side, and Zeus from the other. He could feel himself give up as the blood shot into his head from having it upside down.
Zeus shoved his even harder dick into Constantine’s mouth and the young Roman instinctively began to suck on the other god’s cock. The gods moaned in unison, their groans filling the otherwise empty temple. “I’m glad you’re willing to share, Morax”, a deep voice declared, thick with pleasure. Constantine could hear Zhongli chuckle, the sound sending waves of excitement to his little cock.
Constantine’s sausage hardened again and he moaned at the feeling of a billion hands on him. His thoughts were pretty much nonexistent at this point, and he couldn’t help but moan over and over again. He kept his eyes closed obediently as he let the gods stake their claim over him.
Zeus peed into his mouth and then came right after that. Constantine swallowed everything in a haze, too focused on the pleasure all around him. His senses were overwhelmed with all the sensations.
Zeus groaned as he removed his dick from the emperor’s mouth. As Constantine kept his eyes closed, he could feel himself being rearranged. The sound of stone moving across the opus cementicum of the temple echoed through the air.
The little Roman let out a loud mewl when he suddenly felt two cocks inside his tiny hole. His own dick was pulsating with excitement, almost so hard that it hurt.
Zhongli and Zeus both pounded into him at a steady rhythm, creating a beautiful echo that soared through the temple and beyond. Any Roman near the temple was able to hear the rhythmic beat of skin slapping against skin and marble.
Then, as the sun rose again, the two gods came together. Constantine’s hole greedily sucked in anything the two gods were willing to leave behind, squirting and clenching repeatedly. As the young Roman opened his eyes again, Zeus was back on his marble base. He looked like a regular statue. One that had never moved at all.
Zhongli simply let his tunic sink back down, effectively covering his own cock.
“You did well, Constantine”, he declared,”You shall be my lover. My high priest.” The young man nodded even though he felt like his body was about to dissolve into thin air. He felt like he was floating on the clouds up above.
Zhongli left him lying naked on the floor, giving Constantine time to collect himself. He took a bath underneath one of the seven waterfalls in Rome, cleansing his holy body with the tears of the innocent (Childe). Soon, he didn’t smell like his lover’s sharts anymore, but like salt and seawater. And of course he was naturally stinky.
After his bath, he went back to the temple, only to find Constantine lying in Zeus’ arms, completely passed out and exhausted. Zhongli glared at the other god, who only winked at him cheekily. Morax quickly lifted Constantine out of Zeus’ arms, claiming his lover for himself.
Zeus frowned at that, but he couldn’t move because Zhongli was looking at him. Before he could protest, the Sun god took a rock and threw it at his uncovered, marble dick. The dick fell off.
As Zeus cried, Zhongli made his way out of the temple. It still smelled like shit.
He brought Constantine to one of the waterfalls, washing him in the holy waters. The young Roman stayed asleep, not noticing how the god was caring for him in secret. “None of your sharts shall ever go unappreciated again, my love…”, Zhongli whispered, letting out a little toot to celebrate the fact he had finally claimed his lover.
A small pooey sausage plopped out of his ass and into the holy waterfall. “I love you, my air biscuit.”