Moonlight drips from Anubis’ fur as you pant through your orgasm, riding his tongue. He lowers you slowly, and you smell the musk of his skin: myrrh, wild cedar, and dry earth before the rain.
Your hands explore his naked torso, the dunes and moist valleys of his concave six-pack. You knead the fleshy pulp of his pecs. Your teeth graze them before trailing up towards his clavicle, his shoulder, the obsidian column of his throat.
His breath becomes heavier, faster.
You bury your face against the crook of his neck, letting his scent envelope you.
“You smell nice.”
Anubis doesn’t answer but you feel a contented growl rumble through his chest.
You guide his long snout towards your breasts. His tongue slides out and glides over their fullness before reaching one of your nipples; it hardens. You pull his face towards yours, wanting to kiss him. He’s uncertain how that works. He laps tentatively at your lips, but this time you part them, letting him into your mouth. A deep groan reverberates between you as he understands. Your lips wrap around his lower jaw before your tongue slides into his mouth. It’s warm and moist, lined with ridges and sharp teeth.
His heart is a bass drum that hammers against your hands on his chest.
A bead of sweat forms at his neck as your lips slope down the path of his V-line, settling on the plain above his belt.
His Adam’s apple bobs when you begin to unbuckle his belt. Anubis stops your hand.
“You are not required to.”
“Are you kidding? I want to.”
You try to continue what you’re doing but he grasps your hand, immobilizing it.
“I would not want to frighten you. My form...” He pauses “What lies there is unlike what you know.”
“Oh! Intriguing.” you say as you use your other hand to feel his huge bulge over his pants.
Anubis seems to give up, letting go of your hand and watching you with a look that is half eager, half wary.
In a second you undo his belt and start unbuttoning his pants when suddenly his muscles tense and his ears perk up.
“Thot’s coming.”
In a fraction of a second he hides you inside a cabinet and stands in front of it. Through the narrow slit in the door, you watch him adjust his belt, movements already composed.
Another god enters. His body is human, pale and skinny, with silver bracelets dangling around his arms. His head is that of an ibis. Thot, god of language.
“Good evening, Anubis. I was reviewing the records once more, and there seems to be something amiss. It’s troubling me.”
“Hello, Thot. How can I be of service?”
Thot seems about to say something but stops, instead looking intently at Anubis and around the room.
“Anubis, you look dif― This chamber seems... There’s something out of place.”
“All is as it has always been.”
Thot closes the distance, stepping right in front of Anubis, scrutinizing him. Luckily for you, birds don’t have such a keen sense of smell, or he would have smelled you all over him. Thot glances behind Anubis and he shifts his body imperceptibly, blocking you. But Thot, ever watchful, notices.
“You are being awfully furtive tonight.”
“State your purpose, Thot” a muted growl resonating in Anubis’ throat.
“Very well. Where is the missing soul?”
“No other soul passed through these gates.”
“You are hiding something, jackal, and I will uncover it.”
“I would never doubt that.”
“You are endangering what Horus worked so hard to build after your father’s deeds” Thot’s voice is laced with venom.
You see the muscles in Anubis’ back tense painfully at those last words, but he reins them in swiftly.
As the last echo from Thot’s footsteps fades, you crawl out of your hiding place. Anubis looks at you; all concern.
“We cannot stay here.”
He shapeshifts into a large black jackal, fur shining in the candlelight. He lowers his hind legs, urging you to climb onto his back.
You grip his fur as he bolts forward with sandstorm force. The stark power of his muscles shifts beneath your naked thighs. The speed is intoxicating.
The open desert breathes around you. Moonlight swells and crashes against your skin. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to keep from falling as cold wind lashes your face. Beneath you, the motion of his spine ripples upward, vibrating through your soaking pussy.
It catches you off guard when he stops short and lets out a howl that reverberates through your inner organs.
Finally, you arrive at a stone temple. Murals line the walls, depicting him and Thot performing the ceremony together. He leads you inside. It’s cozy, if a bit barren. Before you realize it, he shifts back into his original form.
“The other gods will demand to weigh your heart anew” he says gravely. “If they do, I will not be able to intercede. Before you lie two pa—”
But you don’t want to talk.
“Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
The sound he makes is half resigned sigh, half chuckle, as he lets you push him down onto his sleeping furs.
“At last, I will get to see what you keep hidden down here,” you say as you unbuckle his belt once more and pull down his pants. “Oh… okay… wow.”
You are left speechless by the sight. He watches you intently, wary.
“How do you... use it?” You ask, astonished.
He releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You can see his shoulders relaxing. His eyes darken with something hungry, lupine.
"Touch me" he rasps.
The body part in question is a dense bloom of thin tendrils that writhe and pulse, each with its own cadence. It looks like a sea anemone. You place your hand over them and they latch softly, coiling around your fingers. Anubis' reaction lets you know how sensitive they are. His breath quickens before he lets out a throaty moan. You lick them and his breath hitches followed by a deep growl. The filaments wrap gently around your tongue before letting you go.
Enthralled by the effect you have on him, you spend a while worshipping Anubis' tendrils. But you want more.
“How do we...? I want to...”
“Oh, right. Like humans... here you go”
He coils a lot ― though by no means all ―of the tendrils into a thick shaft, each filament retaining its independent motion causing a humming vibration.
“Is that OK?” He asks.
You straddle him, lowering yourself onto his seething shaft. The bundled filaments swarm inside you.
“Gods, wow!”
“Does it please you?” Anubis watches you diligently, attentive to any sign of discomfort.
“It feels so odd...but in a really, really good way.” You answer as you start rocking your hips in a slow rhythm.
“You are certain?”
“Yes! I am. I love it.” Your voice turns throaty, your breath growing heavy with each movement.
He offers his paws for leverage as you ride his shaft, eyes glazed and fixed on you. Moans spill from your mouth. You lean in to kiss him; this time, he knows how to respond. One of the tendrils still outside settles over your clit, fondling it, while others cling to your thighs.
You don’t expect it when he deftly turns you over, switching positions. Now on top of you, he pins both your hands over your head as he fucks into you. His chest brushes yours and you mewl against it with every deep thrust. He angles himself, so his writhing shaft hits all the right spots, causing your moans to shatter into helpless cries.
“Is this what you wanted?” he groans, his gaze holding you in place.
An airy “yes” is all you can manage, breathless, lost to speech and to the world.
He shifts you again, this time turning you onto your belly without pulling out. He pulls your hips higher, placing you on all fours. His paws grab your ass, dragging you closer, plunging deeper.
His snout sniffs the back of your neck; a low growl tears from his throat. He pulls you in even tighter and parts his jaws around the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the tips of his teeth against your skin, a warm, humming electricity pooling at each point of contact.
You find yourself aching for him to bite down. You tilt your head, offering your neck.
But he stops.
Your gesture alone makes him come hard, spilling inside you. Your pussy overflows with his cum. The way he twitches and pants makes you come right after.
He pulls you close, sniffing you as you both lie limp and spent.
“What was that? Did you want to bite me?”
“Forgive me, I do not know what took hold of me.”
“I didn’t dislike it. It felt like electricity, tingling―”
Anubis sits up, shocked at your words.
“It did what?” His eyes wide, his jaw tense.
“It―”
You’re interrupted by a violent wind tearing through the room, scattering everything in its path.
“That is Set, he must have realized something has gone awry”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end at hearing the infamous name.
“Do not fret. I would never allow him to reach you.”
“Why would he want to reach me?” you grimace.
“After what happened with your heart, he will want to use you against the other gods.”
“Why?”
He looks at you bemused, as if the answer was obvious.
“The scale did not settle.”
Do you want a long fic?
Yes! long fic that develops the plot (not smut centered)
Nah, I'm just here for the smut. Also, less is more: that was a solid ending
