Anubis: the weighing of the heart
Warnings: smut, mention of death (but nothing violent or angsty) NSFW
fem!reader x male!monster
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𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀 ⋯ 𓂀 𓆣 𓅓 𓆣 𓂀
The scent of incense fills the hall, thick and resinous. A cold breeze carries grains of sand that cling to the dry sweat on your skin. Your footsteps echo as you approach the figure kneeling by a golden scale. His body is human, but his head is that of a desert jackal. Anubis, the god of passing.
You just died.
All around you, shadows quiver and stir, as though inhabited. The god in front of you barely acknowledges your presence. Another human, his silence seems to say. His eyes pass over you, not really registering you, as he adjusts the scale. One of the metal dishes holds a single feather; the other is empty, awaiting your heart.
Candlelight flickers across the stone floor and drips along the contours of his chiseled abs. Your breath hitches at the image as his muscles ripple under his skin. You’re dead, attending final judgment, yet all you can think about is the curve of his V-line as it dips behind his belt. The taut fibers of his shoulders. The rich flesh hinted at beneath his skin, dark as the fertile soil of the Nile.
As he approaches, his scent envelops you. Myrrh, wild cedar, and dry earth right before the rain. He towers before you. His paw pads graze the sensitive skin of your breasts, sending electric waves to your core as he reaches between them, deep into your chest. His movements are well practiced and clinical as he cradles your heart in his huge paw.
A jolt, not of pain, but of thunder. The coarseness of his pads presses against the tender flesh of your heart, like sun-warmed stone. A firm squeeze from his paw would mash it into a pulp, but his hold remains precise and measured, even reverent. A cold shiver races through you and all you can do is stare into those pitch-black eyes, dense with eons and with a cosmic, impersonal hospitality. And yet, the heat from that impossible intimacy is pooling like honey low in your belly. The closeness of his long snout makes the fine hairs along your neck stand, but not from fear.
Anubis pulls out your heart. Red and bright, it flutters like a small bird in his grasp. Its beat reverberates through the empty hall as he lays it carefully on the scale. The metal dish plummets, lifting the white feather high on the other side. But then—it rises. It finds a point above the feather, dips again, beginning a slow oscillation. Anubis watches, utterly still. He waits, as he always has, for the scale to settle.
Except it doesn’t.
Time stretches. Anubis remains still, patient. You shift, pushing sand across the stone floor with your foot. Eventually, he rises and leans over the scale.
“Strange.”
His voice is deep, resonating through the chamber and sinking low in your core. That’s the first word you’ve heard him speak. For the first time, he truly sees you, an intrigued look crossing his canine features. His long snout sniffs your heart, curious. It tickles.
Anubis is bemused. Across the spans of his eternities, the scale has never been inconclusive. He looks at you, then at the rocking scale, then back at you. He approaches. Moonlight licks his body, and you want a taste. He sniffs at you, his long snout damp and warm as it brushes your skin. His expression is one of pure, unguarded astonishment. Finally, he reaches for your heart again, intent on a closer examination. As he lifts it to his nose and snuffles at it, hot shivers course through your body. They spike at your nipples and condense into a liquid ache at the apex of your thighs. As he carefully inspects the organ, you arch, a silent, helpless writhe of pleasure.
Your reaction fascinates him. His dark tongue slides out and tentatively skims across the surface of your heart.
Its wet heat floods your body, and you can't suppress a strangled moan that echoes between you.
The alienness of that sound astounds him. He stares at you and something new flickers in his eyes, something hungry.
The weight of his gaze is so intense you instinctively break the silence
“Lick a lot of hearts down here?”
“No. Just yours"
“Ohh … what does it taste like?”
He licks across your heart once more, this time more deliberate. There's a mischievous glow in his eyes which he doesn't take off you.
The reaction is instantaneous, your knees buckle at the surge of pleasure, your nipples tickle from the inside as your arousal slicks the fabric of your panties.
Anubis freezes mid action. His nostrils flare. His pupils darken as he lets out a low guttural grunt.
“That smell…”
He sniffs the air around you, quickly tracking the scent directly to its source between your thighs. A giddy giggle escapes your lips. His snout is a grain of sand’s breadth from your skin and you gently stroke its fur. His dark, long tongue slides out and licks the soft curve of your inner thigh. A lush moan from you captures his attention once more and his face is now in front of yours. He sniffs your neck
“That sound… it thrums against my skin. It is pleasing”
Your breath catches in your throat. Before you know it, your hands are traveling the dunes and valleys of his torso. You lean in to smell his rich scent and your tongue slides along the skin of his neck. A deep growl reverberates in his chest and through your bones as your fingers track the geography of his pecs.
Anubis pins both your hands above your head with one huge paw. He trails his tongue along your neck all the way to your clavicles. His breath is hot against your skin. His fangs tear your top. His tongue traces the contours of your breast and licks your nipple into a tight peak that buzzes with desire. A gasp escapes your lips followed by a decadent moan that makes his ears twitch.
Your hand easily slips out of his grasp and maps the route of his v-line while your other hand interlaces its fingers with his. He seems to want to use both paws on you, but he still cradles your heart in one. For a moment he appears confused as to what to do with it. He walks over to the scale and is about to place it on the empty dish again but stops.
“I find myself in no haste to cross you over”
He returns to you, pressing your heart back into your ribcage. He leaves his paw there, feeling the tissues stitch back together, captivated by the violent hammering of your beat against his palm.
A rush of blood courses through your veins like a sandstorm. The heightened intensity of your newly perfused desire is almost too much to bear, a broken cry tearing through you. Anubis watches the flush spread across your skin, his pupils blown wide until his eyes are nothing but boundless black marbles. The scent of your arousal, now amplified, fills his senses until he lets out a low, jagged whimper.
Your eyes meet, stellar vastness against a warm pulse, each mirroring the same need. You place your arms around his neck, searching with your mouth for his. His tongue laps at your lips, a stranger to human kisses. He palms your breasts in his paws, teasing your nipples into aching points. His snout buries between them, sniffing and nibbling gently as he makes his way back down to the origin of the scent that fascinates him.
Impatient, you fumble with your clothes, trying to get them out of the way, which his fangs help you do. Kneeling before you, his nose hovers over your naked mount before sinking between your thighs. You tremble with want, but he seems to hesitate. You whimper at his pause.
“I need to know,” his voice rasps, strained. “Do you truly welcome this, or does my divinity press upon you?”
Your voice is a ragged whisper: “I do. I want this." You guide his head, pushing it against your throbbing pussy. “Taste me.”
As if unleashed, his tongue is on your slit before you can finish the last word. It explores your folds with reverent curiosity.
He grunts.
“I was… unprepared for such a tang. Tart… as unripe fruit."
“Is it… not pleasing?”
“Oh, it's pleasing.” His deep voice rumbling along your cleft. “It is intoxicating. And so wet… a lush hot spring. I might just—”
With that, his tongue pushes against your entrance. You gasp, hips buckling toward him involuntarily. A raw, breathless moan leaves your throat as it slides in. You are amazed by just how long it is, how deep it goes. Its flexible nature allows it to rub all the right places inside you.
As his expedition continues, he soon discovers a spot that makes your pulse rise and your moans explode into needy whimpers.
His ears perk up. “Those sounds are… immensely compelling.” He wraps his paws around your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and securing your legs over his shoulders as he pushes your back against a column. The cold stone a sharp contrast to his hot breath. “I think I shall make you repeat them.”
His tongue circles your clit a few times before sliding back inside you. His movements become rhythmic, relentless, devout, as your cries fill the empty hall.
You thread your fingers through the fur on the back of his head, pulling him closer. As you approach your climax, your juices downpour over his face and your walls clench around him, your cries breaking, feverish. His breath comes in ragged pants.
“Gods” he grunts against your flesh, sound muffled. The vibration of his voice against your tender core sends you over the edge and you bury your nails in his back. He just keeps worshiping you through the first orgasm of your afterlife.
Should I write part 2?
OMG, yes!
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