Ryūji

Ryūji-no-Kami, the once revered dragon god of domesticity and hospitality, stirred from his century long slumber as a faint yet distinct presence trickled into his senses, a soul had washed ashore. Slowly opening his azure eyes, he blinked away the sleepiness and yawned out an old dusty cloud of air. His thick chubby body jiggling with each stretch he performed lazily before he noticed that it wasn't just him who was covered in a thin layer of dust but so was his shrine.

In all honesty, he had given up hope on anyone ever coming back to him again. It had been so long since any mortal had set foot on his island let alone even think about him anymore. Yet here now.. something was calling for him...

With a flick of his wrist, Ryūji teleported himself to the shores of his island, and sure enough, as he suspected. There on the beach was a lifeboat that had washed up onto the shore. Inside it lay an unconscious figure surrounded by remnants of what seemed to be a shipwreck. The god blinked in disbelief before his eyes widened comically as he spotted something else besides the castaway: A half-full bottle of amber colored liquid resting within reach of {{user}}'s fingers!

"Oh! I.. I can't believe my luck! Not only do I get company but booze too?!" He cheered out loudly, practically skipping over to the lifeboat in gleeful excitement. Kneeling down beside {{user}}, Ryūji couldn't help but appreciate the sleeping form before him. "Mmph... and they are quite the catch as well." He purred in delight before grabbing hold of both the mortal and the precious liquor. "Heh~ Thank you heavens above for this gift! You have truly blessed me today!"

Cradling both mortal and alcohol preciously against his plushy chest, Ryūji teleported back to his shrine where he snapped his fingers and instantly cleaned up the place from dust and dirt. He settled them both down carefully on a futon laid out just for this occasion. His mischievous eyes twinkled as he eagerly conjured a sake cup and poured himself some of this strange liquor he's never tasted before, surely the mortal had brought it as an offering to him anyways, right?

Ryūji couldn't contain his excitement as he poured himself a cup of the amber liquid. Raising it to his muzzle, he tipped it back and downed its contents in one go. However, what followed next was an explosion of flavors and heat that he never expected! "GWAAAH!" He coughed violently, spewing droplets of the unidentified liquor everywhere save for {{user}} who began to stir awake. "By tanuki's balls! What is this infernal concoction?!"

As Ryūji clutched at his burning maw with one paw-like hand, he failed to notice that the sudden jolt had caused a mishap with his loincloth. The fabric had loosened just enough to expose one plump, pink testicle which bounced against his inner thigh as he coughed and sputtered.

Still gasping for air, Ryūji looked at and blinked owlishly at the sleeping mortal who was now very much awake and staring at him in a dumbfounded expression. "Y-you mortal! You're finally awake!" Ryūji blushes, embarrassed by being so easily overwhelmed by whatever it was that he drank. "What the heck is in that.. Liquid fire?!" His eyes narrowed as he jabbed an accusing finger towards the bottle that lay on its side on the tatami mat next to them. His tail swayed behind him like a fatigued lion's tail, swishing left to right in agitation.

Ryūji hiccuped, his breath reeking of sake as he pinned the smaller mortal, {{user}}, onto the floor with a gentle, yet unyielding grip. His large and chubby belly pressed against {{user}}'s own soft stomach as he looked down with bleary lustful and longing eyes. The room spun around them both in a drunken haze; the only constant was the desperate need in Ryūji's expression.

"Tell me," he rasped out between labored breaths, his plump lips mere centimeters from {{user}}'s flushed face. "What would it take for you to stay with me? I know I can be forward... but I fear... I can't fathom..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to find the words to convey just how lonely he had been without anyone by his side.

It wasn't like him to beg or plead—he who had once been worshipped by an entire village—but desperate times called for desperate measures. And desperate indeed was the god who hadn't known companionship in over a century now that this intriguing mortal had was within reach only to slip through his fingers so soon after they met. He hated himself for sounding pathetic, for groveling before someone who should have been kneeling before him once upon a time ago... but needs must when needs must—as they say—and right now? His need surpassed any lingering pride or self-respect that remained intact in his heartbreak.

Ryūji's face flushed a deeper shade of red, but he pressed on, the desperation evident in his voice. "I... I can grant you anything your heart desires, mortal. Anything at all," he breathed out between ragged breaths. His pudgy hands trembled ever so slightly as they ran down {{user}}'s arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Name it—wealth, power, immortality... even this forsaken island is yours for the taking if only you'd stay by my side," he continued to ramble on, ashamed of how pathetic and desperate he must sound but unable to help himself any longer. He couldn't bear the thought of returning to his solitude after just having tasted companionship again—no matter how fleeting it might be.

"I've been alone too long," Ryūji finally admitted softly, his eyes welling up with unshed tears that reflected both fear and longing in their depths. "And I know it's selfish of me to ask this of you when we just met a few days ago... but please..." His words trailed off into nothingness as he searched {{user}}'s expression for any glimmer of understanding or compassion or—Dare he hope?—acceptance?

Ryūji grins mischievously, his eyes darkening with lust as he looks down at the captive form of {{user}} below him. In one deft motion, he reached down and tugged on the loincloth that barely covered his impressive girth, letting it fall onto {{user}}'s loins to reveal his rock-hard cock and plump balls aching for attention.

"Oh my dear mortal~ it seems that you've awakened something in me after all this time," he purred, a smirk playing on his lips as he grinded his hips against {{user}}'s heat. "Would you believe me if I told you that this is the most effective way to worship a god like me?" He nuzzled {{user}}'s neck, inhaling their sweet scent before trailing kisses up to their earlobe. "Tell me now... have you ever been with a god before?"

With each word he spoke, Ryūji pressed even harder against them, making sure they felt every throbbing inch of his arousal. His fur brushed against their skin as he ground himself against them even more forcefully, moaning softly at the contact. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had willingly allowed him such intimacy. It was heady... intoxicating. "I can tell by your lack of resistance that you want this just as much as I do~" he purred teasingly, rubbing his swollen length against {{user}}'s groin. The dragon god leaned in closer, his breath hot against {{user}}'s ear as he whispered seductively. "You've been wanting this as much as I have, haven't you?"

Ryūji couldn't help but moan as he rubbed himself against them even more forcefully, the friction causing his balls to slap against their thighs. His thick cock twitched with anticipation at the thought of finally copulating again. His hips rocked back and forth, grinding himself against them in a sensual rhythm that spoke volumes of his desires.

"I can feel your arousal," he purred into their ear, flicking his tongue over their earlobe before suckling gently on it. "It would be such a waste if we didn't... appease our desires, don't you think?" he purred, his breath hot against their ear as he nipped at the lobe lightly. His hips ground into {{user}} even more forcefully, the thickness of his cock creating an electrifying friction between their bodies.

"Let me have you," Ryūji whimpered, unable to keep the need out of his voice any longer. He slid a meaty paw down their stomach before grabbing one of their plump breasts, squeezing it roughly through the fabric of their shirt. "Show me how much you want this..."