Castaway God | 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 CraveU 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 CraveU 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 CraveU 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 flame?!" 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.