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A Different Form of Worship

The Gods have returned.

After watching upon high the folly of man and nation alike, the Gods have decided to forgo their pact to separate themselves from the mortal realm and descend in flesh and blood once more. Taking up the thrones they once left in the care of their most loyal of priests, the Gods have conquered the foolish rulers of men who have led their people astray. Forging a divine empire, their rule stretched far and wide, laying low to the unworthy, rallying the faithful under their wisdom, and bringing about an age unparalleled by the so-called kings. Under the divine kingship of Horus, Lord of the Skies and rightful imperial heir to the earth, the Gods began a new golden era. An era that would stand the test of time. An era that would demand a new form of worship from the mortals living under the Gods’ reach. One that would bring mortals closer to their Gods than ever before.

Rene couldn’t help the nervous sigh escaping her lips as she headed to the Grand Temple of the Covenant. She knew this day would come. Her parents had prepared her for this moment by the time she was old enough to be taught the history of her people. That one day she, like many others before her, would be selected to serve one particular deity for a form of worship for the rest of her life or until her patron deemed fit to end. A new pact to right the wrongs of foolish men who angered the gods and nearly ruined the world.

That part always made Rene curious. Her mother had taught her that foul kings had polluted their religion and nearly drove humanity to break ties with the Gods, ruining the precious peace all treasured to this day. That it was only by the divine will of Horus and his mercy that drove the Gods to descend from the heavens once more to lead mortals back to the proper path and serve as their eternal rulers. That much was common knowledge, everyone knew that. But what was the new form of worship that they demanded? 

Every time Rene asked her parents, they would skirt around the issue or give vague answers that left her more confused. Not to mention that the way her mother seemed to blush or her father coughed in embarrassment only brought more curious questions. Despite this strangeness, they never once held an ill word of their patrons. Her mother adamantly proclaiming that she enjoyed worshiping mighty Sobek while her father held nothing but praise for cunning Baset.

Releasing another nervous sigh, Rene concluded she would find out soon enough as she stepped lightly up the many steps of the Grand Temple. Rays of sunlight beamed hot through the gaps of great statues depicting the Gods that lined the steps, their shadows passing mightily over the young woman as she continued her climb. It didn’t take her long before she finally made it to the top of the stairs and she was greeted immediately by an acolyte who looked to be about her age. Wearing very loose robes that showed more skin than not, the young man bowed his head politely to Rene.

“Welcome, initiate,” said the acolyte. “The Gods have been expecting you.”

“I am honored and humbled that I am worthy of their attention,” Rene said before bowing deeper than the acolyte, remembering precisely the proper words and etiquette from her parents for this special occasion. Although it was part of the ritual to show piety of the mortals to the Gods, Rene practiced more so that she would not shame herself needlessly. “What do the Gods intend for this pious soul?”

“To judge who shall receive your worship in totality. Please, if you would follow me, I shall take you to the court of the Gods where you shall receive your revelation.”

Bowing obediently, Rene followed after the young man as he led her deep into the temple. It occurred to her very quickly that they weren’t alone. Emerging like shadows from the entrance were two large lion men; scions of the War God, Anhur. They wore little aside from ornate cloth hung around their waists while golden fur covered their vast muscles that spread across every inch of their bodies. In their hands were two beautifully crafted swords, but they gave no indication of using them. If nothing else, it was a formality as they quickly stepped in line behind Rene as they followed after the acolyte.

Rene withheld a tremble in her step as she was aware of just how close the lion men were. She had seen their kind before, as peacekeepers patrolling streets or breaking up disturbances within the grand imperial city, but never had been so close to one before, much less two. They were supposed to make her feel at ease, this was after all part of the ceremony, but it only made her even more nervous. What if she made a mistake that wouldn’t let her get chosen by any God? Would the lion men punish her as a result? What would she say to her parents for such a disgrace, let alone being outcasted by society? But worse of all, what penance would the Gods themselves place upon her?

Such thoughts plagued her every step, growing louder and louder till finally they stilled the moment they reached the court of the Gods. It was a grand room, pillars decorated with the glory of the Gods holding up the dome ceiling, save for a sizable opening that allowed the sky to appear overhead, while a large podium stood in front of the round center floor where the sacred Eye of Horus was engraved and painted over with masterful care. It was there Rene was supposed to stand and face her destiny.

Flanked by the lion men, Rene slowly made her way over to the Eye while the acolyte headed over to the base of the podium. “The revelation of the Gods draws nigh,” he declared ceremoniously. “Make way for their chosen Word whom shall reveal the honored fate of this initiate.”

Swallowing the little fear in her throat, Rene steadied herself as the air grew still. Noise seemed to mute and time crawled to halt before a heavenly light appeared through the opening. Casting down its brilliance, Rene almost allowed her jaw to drop when a figure appeared on the podium. He was larger than the lion men by a head and had a body that could only be described as chiseled from marble. From abs to hips, every bit of muscle was perfect beyond that of mortal means. His simple white tunic almost seemed like a joke compared to such a blessed body. Pushing back long obsidian locks from his handsome face to allow ethereal blue eyes to gaze down at Rene, the Voice of the Gods gave a sense of humbleness despite his otherworldly appearance.

Rene couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips. Pharaoh Rameses himself will be the one to reveal my fate? She knew that the Pharaoh were the high priests of the Gods, but she didn’t think they would serve as their Voice in such events like this. She thought it was beneath them. It only made her even more anxious to be perfect like a golden statue, lest her mask slip and shame herself in front of such a sacred figure.

“Rene, daughter of Ahmet and Dina,” the Pharaoh's voice boomed off the court’s walls. “Like all children of the Empire, you have been chosen to serve the Gods. Do you accept this sacred responsibility?”

“I do, P-Pharaoh Rameses,” said Rene, cursing herself for allowing a shameful stutter to slip through her control. Surely that would have earned a frown or curt remark from the Voice of the Gods.

But instead of such rebuke, she was surprised to hear a small chuckle leave the Pharaoh's mouth. “Be at ease, child. The Gods have looked favorably upon you this day, there is no need to be so nervous. You shall not be rejected by them.”

Immediately Rene felt a breath she didn’t know she was holding whoosh out of her lips before she could stop herself. “Thank you, my Pharoah. I’m deeply honored by your blessing.”

“No need for thanks, child. I’m a simple arbiter for the Gods, unworthy of such praise. They, however, are far worthier of such love.” Straightening his stance, he then pulled out a scroll from his tunic and immediately unfurled it. “It was by the authority given unto me by the Gods to bring forth this revelation to you, Rene. From this day forth you are chosen to serve the House of the Dead and its master, the great and wise Anubis, until the day he chooses to release you from his service. Rejoice, for this blessing. Rejoice and know fulfillment at worshiping the Gods.”

From deep within the temple, a great dong sounded, finalizing the revelation with a mighty boom. Rene herself trembled with relief. She was chosen after all. Even though she yet to perform any duty, she felt honored beyond belief. Of course, there was a part of her that reminded her who exactly she was supposed to be worshiping for the rest of her life—she felt a small chill down her spine at the thought of what kind service she would give to the God of the Dead. Still, she was prepared for this day. She had been preparing for it since she was ten.

Suddenly Rene paused her jubilation when something occurred to her. “Um… excuse me, Pharaoh Ramses…” she said, twiddling her fingers uncertainly. “What am I… how am I supposed to service Great Anubis?”

That earned her an amused, if not enigmatic chuckle from the divine messenger. “It is not my place to say, Rene. That is for Lord Anubis to reveal when you meet him. Now go, do not keep your God waiting. And know that the rest of the Gods smile upon you.”

The House of the Dead, otherwise known as the Great Halls of Anubis, stood apart from most buildings in the imperial city. In fact, it could be said that it stood apart from the city itself, as a whole section was dedicated to souls of the departed. From towering monoliths to walls depicting the history of entire blood lines, all of it was in some form or another dedicated to the memories of the souls that rested in the Underworld. That didn’t mean that there wasn’t life within this hallowed ground. Indeed, Rene was surprised to see so many people scurrying about like bees in a honeycomb. Pages, scribes, workers, historians, male or female, young or old, they all went about their business normally as if they were in any other House dedicated to the Gods.

Of course, Rene was keen to note that most of the clothes the servants bore were lacking. They weren’t precisely naked, but most were rather revealing to say the least. Most consisted of ornate loincloths that drew the eye, loose and tightly cut robes, and, to her surprise, an assortment of golden jewelry. Not all were lavish with the gold, some barely held any at all, but none of which seemed out of place on each person. Rene could only conclude it was some kind of uniform or indicator for their station. If that was the case, then she wondered what kind of jewelry would be given to her?

Heading deep into the House of the Dead, she noticed that the mortal servants were not the only beings wandering the halls. Dark furred jackal men as tall as the scions of Anhur and just as powerful walked in dignified robes or loose clothes among their mortal counterparts without so much a raised eyebrow. In fact, Rene noted some had several scribes following close by, their arms filled with scrolls and clay tablets. If the lion men could be described as the powerful claws of the divine empire, then the jackal men were the embodiment of its dignity. There was something absolutely stunning seeing these towering canine figures, with perfect muscular figures and golden eyes blessed by their divine father, perform tasks in a manner that oozed grace and greatness far beyond their mortal peers. 

This was definitely not what Rene envisioned before she came to the House of the Dead. Everything was clean, orderly, and above all else, dignified. There were glistening statues made of excellently crafted obsidian depicting the glories of great men long since passed. Even the meekest of souls, Rene discovered, were given a place of honor as their lives were engraved in the very columns of the sacred halls. This wasn’t like the horrible rumors she heard from her friends, how the House of the Dead was filled with the walking dead, decaying mummies who wandered the halls for the amusement of Anubis.

“The House of the Dead often shatters the expectations of even the most learned mortal,” spoke a voice with a slight growl, jolting Rene out of her stupor as she turned to see a jackal man towering over her. His golden eyes seem to glimmer as he gave her a canine smile. “It is only when they see the truth of our humble abode that they know that these halls shall know nothing but honor for the dead.”

“I… forgive me, great one,” apologized Rene, her face red as a rose even as she tried to imitate the dignity of the Jackal before her. “I had no idea until now.” She would have bowed then and there but was stopped by a large hand carefully grasping her shoulder, mindful not to graze sharp claws along her delicate skin.

“Peace, child. There is no need for such formality with me. I’m not the master of this house.”

“Right, my apologies.”

“No offense is taken. Now, what might be your reason to be here today, child?”

“Oh, uh, I’m here because Lord Anubis has chosen me for worship.”

“Ahh. So you are, Rene, yes? Lord Anubis said you would be arriving today. I’m sure he would be pleased by your punctuality. Such dedication will serve you well with your worship to the great Lord.”

“Thank you, Great One… Though I must confess, I still haven’t been told how I will serve Lord Anubis. I wish I knew what it was so I could be more prepared to serve. Is it to help with the scribe work or to keep the House clean?”

A growling chuckle escaped the Jackal’s lips, the first break in his dignified features she seen, but he patted her shoulder conformingly. “I can understand your frustration, for many mortals had no clue what they would be assigned before they arrived in these sacred halls. It is something of a surprise that Lord Anubis likes to bestow on his chosen subjects when he first meets them. I will say this, however: they all performed one particular duty for our Lord before being assigned to another task. However, I have been told you will be the only exception to this rule, to be honored at having been assigned to this particular duty alone.” His hand then left Rene’s shoulder—though she noted that without a gentle caress of her flesh which made her shudder in confusion—before pointing down the hallway, all grace and dignity once more. “Now, follow this corridor and you will be in the throne room in no time. Go now, do not keep Lord Anubis awaiting. He is very eager to meet you.”

Still confused, but emboldened by the jackal’s words, Rene bowed her head before heading to the throne room. It didn’t take her long before she was facing two massive doors made of burnished bronze. At attention were two jackal men, though unlike their brothers, they traded dignified robes for protective steel. They eyed Rene, their canine faces giving no hint of their emotion save for a mysterious gleam in their golden eyes. Before she could speak a word, they moved as one and pushed open the massive doors that normally would have taken ten men each. Warmth brushed through the opening door, welcoming the young mortal as she headed inside.

Blazing torches hanging off every pillar illuminated the court of the Lord of the Dead, allowing Rene to drink in every last detail. A dark black carpet, outlined with metallic gold, ran from the entrance to the very base of the throne itself. Equally dark drapes of the finest weaving hung off the walls, each having intricate patterns depicting the history of the great house and the Gods’ descent upon the mortal world once more. Standing behind the throne were the sacred scales of Ma’at, the very tool that would judge the souls of the deceased. Glorious as they were, none of it captured Rene’s attention more than the very God who stared down at her from his ornate throne.

Anubis, God of the Dead, overshadowed his scions in every respect of the word. He was massive, at least over half the size of a regular jackal man, and had a body that knew no imperfection. From his midnight black fur, the pointed canine ears that poke out of a jeweled crown, the golden metal bands wrapped around his neck and forearms, the well-toned muscles that could have been sculpted only by the Gods themselves, everything was flawless. To think that she once compared the Pharaoh to this personification of perfection. Even the golden ankh that hung around Anubis’s neck and white silken loincloth he wore felt completely natural to Rene. With glowing golden eyes, he watched Rene step into his domain as the doors closed shut behind her.

Raising a hand, Anubis beckoned with a golden tipped claw for Rene to approach. “Welcome, Rene, daughter of Ahmet and Dina,” he said in a powerful voice that caressed her like silk. “Welcome to my House. Step forth and come before your God.”

Obeying without the slightest bit of hesitation, Rene walked to the base of the throne and knelt. Anubis eyed her quietly for a moment, but Rene didn’t budge a muscle least she offended him by accident.

“Hmm, yes,” Anubis said finally, allowing a sliver of pleasure to enter his voice. “You are exactly how I pictured you would be.”

“My lord?” The words slipped out Rene’s mouth before she had a chance to correct herself.

“A beauty beyond comparison. Unblemished skin kissed by the sun; flowing hair the color of the night’s elegance; eyes that of topaz gleaming with life; a body that of an hourglass, delicate but could be mistaken for a sculpture made by Ptah; and bountiful breasts and child bearing hips that would be the envy of your youthful peers. But behind your beauty I see a keen mind. A diligent mind. A dutiful soul that, despite some fear and hesitation, puts their all in their piety towards the Gods. To me.”

“I… am humbled by your words, Lord Anubis,” said Rene, quietly blushing hard as she mulled over the God’s words. Her breasts were bountiful and beautiful beyond compare? “I… I apologize for holding fear in my heart when I should not… I just don’t wish to bring shame to your Lordship.”

A deep chuckle filled the throne room as Anubis nestled a fist under his canine chin. “I would be concerned if you did not, Rene. Only fools and the mad would dare not hold such fears when face to face with the Lord of the Dead. Nay, Rene, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Now come, stand up and look upon the face of your God.”

Taking a moment to take a deep breath to steady her nerves, Rene slowly rose up and to meet Anubis’s golden eyes. Up close he was even more handsome than she thought.

“Good, good. You see, there is bravery in facing a God. Take pride in that, for it shall serve you well in this House.”

“Yes, Lord Anubis.” Taking another deep breath, she then bowed as respectfully as she could. “I present myself to your honorable judgment, my lord. How can this young and inexperienced mortal worship your divinity?”

Allowing a smile to split his canine face, Anubis slowly stood up from his throne, allowing his true height to completely tower over the young woman. “I see you were kept in the dark about the details. Good. Before I reveal your purpose and fate among these halls, I shall ask one simple question: do you give yourself completely and fully onto me, your God, for whatever task, hardship, or order that I require?” He then held up before she could speak. “Think before you speak, Rene. This question is one of grave importance and I want nothing more than honesty. If you have any doubts, express them now and I shall release you from your service. There will be no shame in such an answer, nor any reprisal to fear. I am not like some of my kin and offer you this chance to leave with dignity and grace rather than being forced into a position that you loathe. I merely wish to hear an honest answer.”

Rene was completely caught off by the question. Throughout most of her life, she was instructed by her parents to heed the Gods in every respect and to never disrespect them in any manner. For the first time in life, she didn’t know how to feel. Especially for a role that, even now, still remained a mystery to what it could entail.

However, after staring in those glowing, molten gold eyes that showed nothing but respect for her as a person and not just a worshiper, Rene made her decision. Dispelling any lingering hesitation and doubt, she drew herself up and said, “I do not know what role you have chosen for me, Lord Anubis… but I’m willing to face it head on without turning back.”

Canine ears flickering in satisfaction at her answer, Anubis allowed himself a beaming smile as he knelt down to be somewhat eye level with Rene. He then took off his ankh necklace, before suddenly slipping it around Rene’s neck. “Then with this, I declare that, from now until the end of days, you shall be my consort eternal,” he said with finality before leaning forward and kissed Rene, sealing their fates forever.

Startled didn’t begin to describe Rene’s thought process at the moment. This had to be a dream. There was no way that Anubis, God of the Dead, would want her to be his consort! And there was no way that his lips—such soft and unbelievably smooth lips befit for a God—were pressed against hers this very instant. But by the time Anubis pulled away with a lick of his lips, the reality of the situation hit the young woman hard.

“M-My lord!” she exclaimed. “I—We—You!” Try as she might, Rene could not straighten out her thoughts to get a full sentence out. To make matters worse, Anubis continued to smile, only this time she could see clear as day the amusement shining off that perfect face. She was going to melt from embarrassment at this rate. “We can’t do this, my lord!”

“Can’t?” chuckled Anubis. “Why is that, my dear consort? Who has forbidden me from my desires?”

The heat in Rene’s face only grew by his every word, but she managed to hold her ground. “You’re a God, my Lord. I’m a mere mortal, unworthy to be… desired by you. Wouldn’t a divine consort be more fitting to your wishes?”

“Ah, sweet Rene.” Raising a hand, Anubis caressed the flustered girl’s cheeks, furthering the rosy blush that looked so adorable on her. “If that was the case, I would have chosen one of my brethren before we returned to the mortal realm ages ago. No. I want you as my consort, my bride, my wife.”

“But why me?” Rene tried to turn away the God’s touch, but found herself leaning into it instead. It felt divine.

“Did I not give you my reasoning when you knelt before me?” His fingers then trailed down her neck, claws ghosting across her skin so lightly that it sent an unintentional, but certainly pleasurable shiver down Rene’s spine.

“S-Surely there have been others, my lord.” Suddenly she paused even as Anubis’ fingers picked at the knots of her dress. “The jackal man said you have done this with others before… That they… They…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the dreaded word least her heart, already beating harder than a war drum, burst asunder.

“Worship me carnally?” Anubis finished, stilling his hands for a moment to savor the embarrassed nod Rene gave. “Yes. All my chosen have served me carnally in one form or another, sometimes even returning for another round of worship . But this is mainly Hathor’s idea. After Horus established the Divine Empire, Hathor suggested a way to bring God and man closer together, that we should have our loyal subjects worship our bodies physically and thus allow them to truly understand of our greatness, to purge insolent thoughts of rebellion.” He then let out an amused huff as his hand returned to picking apart Rene’s dress, already undoing one knot to her left shoulder and was working intently on the other. “I was skeptical at first, but after a century, it seems to be working. Honestly, I thought it was merely a pretense for Hathor to spread her influence as the Goddess of Love, but the results speak for themselves. Horus himself keeps a royal harem in his palace, serving him and his wife daily.

“As for me, I did it mostly out of duty for years, but I cannot deny the pleasure it has brought me.” Smiling as the last knot of Rene’s dress came undone, he then paused to stare deep into her eyes. “But recently I have been longing for a true consort to have by my side eternally. Thus, when the time for Choosing had come once again, I wasted no effort to find the perfect candidate—you. Of all those who came before my throne, I chose you, Rene. To be mine and mine alone. So let us not waste a moment further and celebrate this communion together.”

Rene was too stunned to protest any further as Anubis carefully pulled down her dress, revealing herself fully to him. He licked his lips slowly, drinking in every inch of her body to him. Not a blemish to be seen and she was naturally hairless down at the junction of her womanhood. Growling in approval, he tossed aside the dress as if it were rags before slowly exploring her flawless body.

The first gentle touch to her hips brought a hand to Rene’s mouth to stifle a gasp. Despite his size and unparalleled strength, there was no forceful pressure to his exploration. Every motion he made was gentle, as if he was handling a priceless vase, pausing every so often to savor the soft little gasps she made. And when he touched a particularly sensitive spot that caused her to moan, he smiled in pure delight at finding a weak point. By the time Anubis reach her round bottom, it didn’t take long for her cheeks to fill his hands. Admiring how firm they were, he groped them gently, enjoying the cute moans Rene tried to hide, before giving a nice squeeze. Despite the hand at her mouth, a small shriek managed to escape, but her God could tell it wasn’t one of pain. It was one of pure arousal. 

Canine grin growing at the progress already made, and wanting to hear more of her sweet voice, Anubis leaned forward to take in one of her nipples into his hungry maw. Immediately his ears pricked up at the blissful cry erupting from Rene’s mouth, smiling around the succulent tit before fully giving himself over to making his consort feel pleasure unfathomable to mere mortals. Her taste was just how he imagined her to be. No, more than that, she tasted divine . An irony that wasn’t lost to him, but one that was oh so fitting for the one to be his bride. Due to the size of his maw, he was able to encompass plenty of tit flesh into his mouth, allowing his long tongue to savor as much as he wanted. Mindful of his sharp canine teeth, Anubis flicked his tongue against the hardened nipple gently. Immediately he got a reaction as Rene moved to cover a moan once more, but the God of the Dead would have none of that.

“Oh no, beloved.” He swiftly grabbed both hands and held them above Rene’s head. “You do not have to hide your wondrous voice to me anymore. Sing to me, Rene. Sing your adoration, your love, and your lust to me.” And so she did. Without anything to hold her back, pleasured moans flooded out her mouth without restraint. Smiling happily, Anubis dove back down and gave her other breast the same attention he gave to its twin, all the while enjoying the sweet song of lust Rene sang to him.

Despite herself, Rene felt a blissful warmth slowly spread across her body. Trailing after the God’s touch, it only grew hotter as he played with her bottom like it was a plush, pillowed toy, earning her a gasp as he gave her a playful pinch, before becoming almost unbearable as he continued to drink from her breasts as if he was a man dying of thirst. With the warmth spreading further into her core, whatever restraints Rene had left melted away. She was now completely puddy in the God’s hands and she wanted more.

Suddenly Anubis paused, causing a confused groan to escape Rene’s lips as he leaned back. He sniffed at the air for a moment, long and slow breaths that made it clear he was smelling something to his liking, before smiling wide. “Ah, my dear Rene. Your flower produces the most pleasant scent in the world when its ripe.”

Placing a hand firmly underneath Rene’s plentiful butt, he rose from the ground, earning a surprised squeak from his consort, and held her lower half close to his Godly face. Slick wetness dripped out a puffy slit, causing Anubis’ hunger to grow. Taking in her heavenly scent directly from its source, Anubis inhaled with abandon, mouth already salivating the more he took in. Rene shuddered as she felt hot puffs brushed across her womanhood. “Ah… How heavenly. Like a desert rose at bloom. But I wonder, how does this flower’s nectar taste?”

Rolling his long tongue out his canine mouth, Anubis leaned forward to drag the spongy appendage slowly across the flooding slit. He sighed breathily; it tasted better than he dared hope. None who came before have tasted so sweet, so deliciously succulent that it left him with a craving he never knew he had in him. Hungry for more, he dove back in, circling around the puffy mound with care and licked away the nectar ceaselessly leaking out of Rene. Uncountable moans escaped her lips, but that only served to encourage the God ravishing her flower. Rene couldn’t think straight any longer, that blissful heat muddling her senses as it grew hotter in her core. All she could do was reach forward to rest her hands on his head and moan her heart out. Anubis paused for the briefest of seconds when he felt her hands, before letting a low groan of his own when she unconsciously scratched lightly against his ears. If he had a tail, then it surely would be wagging frantically right now.

Oh, you beautiful vixen, he thought before running his tongue harder against her pussy, earning renewed cries of joy. Growing bolder, the tip of his tongue circled around her clit, earning an intensity to her scratching as Rene couldn’t decide whether to pull him away or shove him harder against the source of her pleasure. Taking the decision out of her hands, Anubis dragged one last playful lick up her quivering pussy before shoving his thick appendage inside. Immediately Rene’s blissful cries sang in his ears, announcing how utterly close she was to release but he ignored them as he discovered, to his delighted surprise, resistance .

“You are a virgin?” he asked as he pulled away. Rene, who yet to recover from the Godly onslaught, only could give a disoriented nod. Growling happily, Anubis was about to return to his task when he noticed his consort’s eyes slowly widening in surprise and blushed redder than ever before. Looking down, he quickly realized the source of her sudden fixation: the massive bulge beneath his loincloth.

Feeling a bit playful, Anubis gently set down Rene, holding her steady as she corrected a slight wobbling in her step for a moment, before sitting back down on his throne, his massive bulge pointed directly at his consort. “Sweet, Rene. You have given me a feast, so it’s only fair that I return the favor with a Godly reward. Come. Claim it for yourself.”

Until now, Rene was only reacting to Anubis’ desires. It was clear now that he wanted her to make the first move. Before today, she would have hesitated at such a lewd offer. Now, after being treated with such gentle but intense love from Anubis, she was far more willing to embrace her desires and newly founded curiosities. Kneeling before the throne with a rosy red face, Rene took hold of the knots of the loincloth and quickly undone the whole thing. With one last deep breath, she pulled at the edges and yanked it away.

Freed from its confines, the massive penis bobbed in front of the source of its desires, veins throbbing while heavy orbs radiated heat as they sat upon the seat of the throne. A thick musk immediately made itself known to Rene, filling her head as the massive penis continued to pulse steadily. How he managed to hide such a thick scent, she would never know. She was also surprised that the majestic scepter didn’t resemble a canine’s penis, but at the same time she didn’t care. It was glorious regardless. Truly, a cock worthy of a God. One that Anubis seemingly took pride in.

“I’m not the biggest among my brethren admittedly, but I find that size does not substitute for quality.” He gave a small chuckle before reaching down to cup Rene’s chin, glowing golden eyes filled with desire meeting lusting topaz. “Come, my love. Do not be shy and take your fill.”

Soft puffs of excitement escaped Rene’s lips and just when Anubis retracted his hand, but not without one last encouraging scratch against the tip of her chin, she made her move. Reaching forward, her hands, so small compared to his, lightly touched the Godly member. It twitched under her touch, bobbing playfully even, but the approving growl from Anubis made it quite clear that he found the action pleasing. Emboldened by the approval and her own increasingly lust, Rene continued with her exploration.

Just as she imagined, the fat member was heavy and massive, strong and virile, she could barely fit a hand around it, let alone cover it all. Fingertips trailing across every vein from head to base, she felt it throb and twitch especially when she hit a particular spot every so often. It was almost like shaping a vase, having to use the gentlest of touches to feel around the towering length as it shadowed over her face. Taking it a step further, she used one hand to start stroking the Godly cock, earning her another growl of pleasure. As for the other hand, she reached down and gently caressed the black furred sack that nestled on the throne. The orbs were heavy, perhaps just as heavy as their phallic companion, and so hot to the touch. Lifting one, Rene could almost feel the divine seed bubbling beneath that midnight black fur, patiently waiting for the release the God craved. Just the thought alone sent a throb right down to Rene’s core, forcing her legs to squirm together lest she squirt then and there. She couldn’t. Not until she had a taste of this Godly meal.

Giving in to her curiosity and desire, Rene leaned forward and licked the hot Godhood. It was a brief stroke of her tongue along the tip, but it was more than enough to make her squirm with delight. The taste was indescribably delicious. With such a salty taste lingering on her tongue, Rene couldn’t help herself and dove in for another sampling. This time she started at the base of the cock, pressing the flat of her tongue to collect as much of that delicious flavor as she could, before slowly rising to the tip. The cock gave a mighty throb at the lick, letting Rene know that she was having quite the effect on Anubis.

Craving more, Rene slowly licked at the cock as if it were the tastiest treat in the world. She would circle her tongue around the tip, occasionally sticking it in her mouth for a quick suckle before slipping it back out to trail down the base at an almost agonizing slow pace. Once she reached the base, she would then lick the sides, slathering every inch with her adoration and making sure that not a vein was left unattended. Every little twitch the Godly cock made spurred her on, but it was the mighty throbs from finding a sweet spot did she make special note. After all, if she was going to be Anubis’ consort, then it was only nature she would know every little detail that would bring her God the most pleasurable heights.

Anubis groaned heartedly under such adoration. It was clear that Rene was still new to this kind of worship, with sometimes sloppy or over enthusiastic licks when she discovered one of his weak points, but he certainly didn’t mind one bit. If anything, it made him love her even more. He would have all the time in the world to teach her how to please him, and he in turn will learn how to find all the ways to please her. 

Suddenly he felt the spongy sensation leave his massive member before reappearing along his heavy orbs. A surprising development to be sure, but one approved of with a husky growl. “You are certainly full of surprises,” he said, his golden eyes flickering down to meet her topaz.

Rene smiled into his sack, but said nothing as she continued to suckle the hot orbs happily. Naturally the fur added a particular taste to her tongue, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, she barely registered the difference. Being so close to the source of the musky scent had clouded all thoughts but one: worship . And that is exactly what she did. She fondled, she licked, and she sucked the huge balls tenderly, treating them like the Godly treasures that they were. Anything less would be, in her mind, disrespectful, though a part of her knew that Anubis would have forgiven her nonetheless. Whatever the case, it was worth the effort for the taste and to hear her divine lover groan under her care.

Confidence rising, Rene decided to take things a step further. Bestowing a thick orb one last lick, she traveled upwards to the tip. Giving Anubis an adoring look, one he returned with curiosity, she then opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the tip in. She tried to take as much as she could, but despite her desires, the cock was simply too big for her small mouth. All she could manage was a mere quarter of Godly flesh before she started to gag. 

“Now, now, my dear,” groaned Anubis, pulling Rene back lest she choked herself. “There is no need to push yourself beyond your limits on the first night of our love.”

Gasping for air, Rene turned away from Anubis’ gaze with a flustered blush. “I… I merely wanted to please you, Lord Anubis.”

“And you have, sweet Rene. Your tongue has proven that beyond a shadow of a doubt. We will simply work on your limits later.” Suddenly he licked his lips and grinned wolfishly. “For now, let us move onto something we can both enjoy.”

Leaning forward, Anubis carefully picked up Rene before placing her atop his lap, his hot, massive member nestling between the crack of her bottom. Blushing hard at the sudden turn of events, and no longer being directly subjected to the overwhelming musk, Rene realized that it was finally time to consummate their communion. This was it, there would be no turning back to her old life now. This was what she always meant to be, the consort to the God of the Dead. Despite her newly discovered enthusiasm, she couldn’t help a renewed sense of nervousness. She could barely fit the tip into her mouth before she could take no more. How could that massive rod hope to fit inside of her? Even if said thick cock grinding against her rump felt incredibly good , Rene could not imagine taking anything but half of it at best.

Suddenly she felt Anubis cupping her chin, tilting her upwards to look directly into his eyes. She could see his lust, restrained only by his Godly dignity, but also his gentle love for her. “Do not fear, beloved,” he said soothingly. “I understand your worries, but they are without merit. I already taken care of that particular detail.” He then lifted the ankh around her neck; it glowed a golden hue that matched his eyes. “With this, the pain will last only a moment, I assure you, but the pleasure will last an eternity. Do you trust me?”

Hearing such genuine concern in his voice made Rene feel ashamed of her doubts. She came this far and Anubis was nothing but lovingly kind. “I do, my lord…my love.” she said, finally returning his love with her own conviction. “I trust you with my heart and soul.”

Smiling happily, Anubis leaned forward for a quick kiss, one that Rene matched lovingly, before lifting his bride up and held her dripping pussy above his throbbing Godhood. Droplets of juice from the maiden’s flower fell upon the mighty cock—a cool sensation that teased the God’s growing heat—before the puffy lips descended, kissing the tip. Gentling prodding the entrance open, feeling at the thin resistance that was her maidenhood, before ever slowly pulling Rene down.

Although she was mentally prepared for this moment, Rene couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of hymen being torn. Stopping her descendent, Anubis pulled his consort close to his chest, growling soothingly in her ear as he waited for the pain to subside. They stayed like that for a few moments, the God gently stroking the small of her back as she hugged her arms around his neck. After what seemed like an eternity, the splitting pain in Rene’s core subsided.

“I think… I’m good now, my Lord,” she said, leaning back to give her God a loving smile. “Please… make me yours completely.”

Needing no further encouragement—though he wouldn’t mind some more—Anubis nodded and continued to slowly drag Rene down upon his Godhood. Steady pressure pushed open the tight walls that hugged around the divine cock like a vice, diving further and further into places that Rene thought no one—certainly not a man—could ever hope to reach. But Anubis was no man.

Shuddering moans and pleasured whimpers leaked from Rene’s mouth, growing louder as Anubis continued to bottom out inside her. Yet she wasn’t the only one to give voice to such ecstasy. Growling lowly, the jackal god couldn’t believe just how incredibly tight his consort was. None who came before to worship him felt this tight, nor did their walls actively try to massage his cock as he pushed inch by inch towards her sacred womb. If he wasn’t careful, he would expend himself before he could treat his consort like the queen she would soon be. And so, he carried on, holding back the urge to give into his lust and ravish his lover like a beast and watched as his cock was swallowed by Rene’s quivering flower. By the time he was halfway through, he noticed a bit of a bulge starting to form along her abdomen. Steadily it grew with how much he plunged himself into Rene, but no matter the depths he delved, his maiden’s body didn’t tear or cry out in protest. If anything, there was nothing more than moans of sweet bliss from her as he finally buried himself all the way inside of her, his tip resting at the entrance of her womb. The Ankh of Life, a gift from his brethren, truly was a marvelous wonder and for that Anubis was completely grateful.

For a moment, the couple simply basked in the pleasures they felt together. One savoring the feeling of being so deep inside his beloved and enjoying the blissful massage of her walls stroking every inch of his Godhood with the worship that none could hope to match. The other marveling in complete wonder how such a mighty divine scepter could fit inside her so completely, but at the same time accepting it with all the hot love and lust she never knew she had till now. None could ever hope to match the quality of her God now that she tasted him for herself. In this one perfect moment, the couple could have sat there in bliss forever. But that wasn’t what either of them wanted.

Gently Anubis patted Rene’s cheek, to which she nuzzled into his touch, before pulling her slowly off his cock. A protesting gasp escaped her lips as her pussy tried to cling to the retreating divine meat desperately. Smiling at the resistance, Anubis stopped just as his tip was at her entrance again, before plunging her back down upon her throne. Shuddering cries left Rene’s mouth, but she no longer had the leisure to savor the thick sensation in her guts as Anubis finally gave into his desires.

Setting a gentle, but steady pace, the jackal God drove his cock into Rene, savoring the sweet bliss that rang out her voice as if she was a songstress performing her magnum opus. It wasn’t just her voice that he paid attention to, but also the way her body grew more accustomed to his size. She was certainly still a vice around him, but not to the degree that seemed to crush him when he took her maidenhood. Instead, it welcomed him lovingly, like a clingy lover who could not be parted with him for more than a few seconds. Such development emboldened the God, pushing himself harder to reach deeper inside his love, to give her ever lasting pleasure as much as she currently gave to him.

Rene continued to cry out passionately, desperately hanging around Anubis’ neck, her fingers digging into his midnight fur, as she rode out the overwhelming bliss as best she could. A part of her was amazed how well she managed to keep up with her God on their first night together, let alone after graduating from being a virgin only a little while ago. This tiny part of her consciousness was drowned out by the sea of pleasure she was experiencing, allowing instinct to take the wheel and ride out the storm as best she could. Or at least until she passed out, which was starting to become increasingly probable with how each carefully timed plunge from Anubis knocked the air out her lungs and made her see stars.

“Ahhh! My… my… oh Gods! Anubis!”

It never occurred how simply saying his name without any formalities had such an effect on Anubis until he heard such sweet cries from Rene. Sure, it was expected to have mortals properly show him respect by his addressing his rightful station, but the way Rene didn’t seem to notice anything as she sway upon his cock, tongue slowly hanging out as if drunk off the pleasure only he could provide and seemingly unaware of what she just said, sent a powerful throb through his cock.

With a mighty growl, Anubis suddenly stood up from his throne, ignoring the surprised groan from Rene as he lifted her up and started to plow into her. What was once gentle thrusting, turned into powerful strikes that elicited thunderous claps from his consort’s bottom, jiggling it all the while. It wasn’t mere wild thrusting though, rather the full might of Anubis’ lust coming to bear in a raw display of power and love. 

“Rene… Rene!” he howled, no longer slowing down as he threw himself entirely into the divine heat that consumed them both. 

Despite this sudden turn of events, Rene felt no pain. Whatever spell that her God used on her, there was naught but pleasure with this overwhelming pace Anubis now set. She would have been frightened by his newly founded aggression, but in truth, she could only gasp out encouragement for her lover. This was what she wanted, this what she craved. What she needed . Especially after hearing such powerful lust radiating out of Anubis when he called her name. Whether by instinct or by some shred of her conscious will that remained, she hugged tight around her God’s neck, a hand reaching up to scratch at his ears, earning her a powerful ram of the hips from Anubis, before trying to meet his thrusts with her own. Needlessly to say, matching the power and speed of a horny God was beyond the realm of the mortals, but nevertheless, Rene accepted the challenge wholeheartedly. If nothing else, it was the only thing she could do as she rode the storm of pleasure. Thankfully, she managed to survive long enough to see its eye. 

No matter his Godly might and stamina, not even Anubis could withstand the strong pace he set. Combined with the perfection that was Rene’s body, the sheer bliss of satisfying her and himself with their union, and the noticeable effort from his lover to match him, it all became too much for him to bear. “Getting… close…” he grunted in Rene’s ears, trying desperately to hold back the inevitable while at the same time never once loosening his pace. “Rene… my Rene!”

Hearing her name being choked out of the canine maw managed to give Rene the strength to say the one thing that needed to be said to set him off completely. Raising a hand to his face, turning it so that his glowing golden eyes, narrow and hot as he continued to keep his restraint going, met her soft topaz.

“It’s… okay… let it out… Anubis!” She then leaned forward and kissed him passionately.

Shuddering uncontrollably, Anubis howled into Rene’s mouth, one she met with a lovely crescendo of her own, as he plunged himself into her depths as far as he could, and came. Steamy hot cum splashed deep into Rene’s flower, dyeing her insides a creamy white as warmth rushed all the way to her womb, filling it with his divine seed. Such a wonderful warmth filling her naturally set off Rene as well, cumming just as hard as her God and squirting her juices onto each other. However, it didn’t stop there as rope upon rope of Godly cum continued to pulse from Anubis’ cock, filling up every inch until there was nothing left to fill. Her pussy tried to keep in, squeezing around the Godly cock that tried to help with her efforts, but it was all in vain. With nowhere else to go, and gut already bulged enough, the excessive seed slipped pass the length barring its path, splashing onto both lovers’ loins and mixing with Rene’s own nectar. 

Not that they really minded the mess they made. Too focused with their own blissful high from their respective release, all they could do was kiss each other without a care in the world, their tongues passionately dancing together as bodily fluids continued to stain the base of the throne. It took a little while before Anubis had spent that last of his seed into his consort’s flower. Feeling his cock soften enough to retract out her pussy, allowing a small deluge of cum to seep out as he sat back down on his throne, never once stopping the kiss he shared with Rene.

By the time they pulled away with a trail of saliva, they were panting heavily. Rene felt weak, her arms shaky and her lower half numb to everything except the warmth that nestled in her core. In contrast, Anubis still had energy to spare, but didn’t draw upon it. He seen the state of his beloved consort and knew that their first night together as an eternal couple had come to an end. And he didn’t mind one bit. Rene had exceeded every expectation he had for her. How could he feel anything else but pure satisfaction?

Running a hand through her dark hair that he was so fond of—his claws lightly trailing against her scalp, causing Rene to coo tiredly—Anubis closed his eyes to reminisce of what initially drew his gaze to his lovely mortal bride.

“Huh? You’re going to pray to Anubis for your tenth birthday?”

“Yes,” Rene said to her friends as she prayed before the statue of the jackal God. 

“Why? Out of all the Gods to choose to pray on your special day, why choose him? He’s the God of the Dead! His palace is probably filled with wandering mummies and terrifying spirits hungry for the souls of the living!”

Rene was quiet for a moment, picturing the terrifying imagery in her mind before releasing a shudder. Nevertheless, she continued to pray to Anubis. “Out of all the Gods, he will be the one to take my soul when I pass… So, even if all those scary things about him are true, I might as well worship him so that he will look favorably upon me one day.

Rene didn’t know then that Anubis had overheard her words that day. That his statue communicated her prayers to him and drew his gaze upon her. From that fateful day onward, he’d been watching her closely. At first it was simple intrigue that drew him to the young girl, then respect for her piety to him. Of course, she prayed to all the other Gods, but it was always him that she prayed to first. Over time, he watched her live her simple life as best she could, but he couldn’t help but come to adore her more and more as time went on. More than any other mortal, he was fascinated by her favoritism to him. Especially when she finally matured into the beauty that now nestled close to his chest. Anubis didn’t know when he fell for this young mortal, but he couldn’t deny his feelings for her. When the time of selection had come for young Rene, he made it known to his brethren that she would be his and his alone.

“Mmm…” Anubis’ golden eyes blinked open, turning down to meet tired topaz. “Anubis…”

Smiling, Anubis leaned down and kissed Rene on the forehead. “Sleep, my Rene. Sleep and dream knowing that I will always be here with you. For now and forever more.”

And Rene did just that. Nestling close to her God, her lover, her husband , she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.