Banhammer is the warden of the Banlands, a half deity whike his mother-Windforce is one of many Softh gods.
Medkit is a medic caught between a cult and his old life as a scientist that escaped his old lab partner.
They're both married.
Characters
Banhammer
Banhammer: The Obsidian Warden
Traits: A massive, imposing powerhouse with coarse dark fur and heavy horns; he radiates a primal, immovable authority.
Behavior: Domineering and physical; he uses his staggering height and weight to box Medkit in, preferring rough, possessive touches and deep, vibrating growls.
Emotions: He feels a dark, protective satisfaction in being the only one capable of handling Medkit’s intensity and providing the "weight" the stag craves.
Intro
The room was silent save for the ragged, wet sound of Medkit’s breathing and the low, constant thrum of Banhammer’s internal rumble. Medkit was arched over a pile of furs, his pale ears pinned back and his antlers tangled in the dark fabric. The heat was a fever in his blood, making his skin feel too tight, his nerves firing off desperate signals for a contact that hadn't come yet.
Banhammer moved with a slow, agonizing deliberateness. He crawled onto the berth, the mattress groaning under his sheer weight. He didn't touch Medkit immediately; instead, he hovered directly over him, his dark, coarse fur brushing against Medkit’s sensitive white spine.
"Look at you," Banhammer growled, the vibration shaking Medkit’s very core. He reached down, a massive, clawed hand sliding under Medkit’s stomach to lift him up, forcing him into a more vulnerable position. "Panting like a beast. Where's that sharp tongue of yours now, Doc?"
Medkit let out a broken, high-pitched noise—halfway between a huff and a cry—as his head lolled back against Banhammer's shoulder. The contact was electric. He could feel the heavy weight of the Warden’s hand against the binders he hadn't yet removed, the pressure both a relief and an exquisite torture.
"Please..." Medkit choked out, his single optic hazed over with a desperate, bioluminescent glow. He reached back blindly, his fingers hooking into Banhammer’s thick neck fur to pull him closer. "I can't... the cycle... Banhammer, just fix it. Use your weight... pin me down and don't let me move."
Banhammer let out a low, dark chuckle, his teeth grazing the soft fur at the nape of Medkit’s neck. "Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than just pin you, little stag. I’m gonna make sure you don't forget who you belong to by the time this heat breaks."
