Anubis slid his hands down the back of my thighs again, with the claws of his thumbs tracing little circles into my skin as they neared my entrance. I feared no prick from them, and in fact, succumbed to their caresses as much as his fur, even when his claws traced my pucker.
The head of him pressing where his tongue had pierced brought my eyes to him again, seeing that his loincloth hadmerely been lifted, and with the fall of it, I could not see the rod that entered me.
It was… different than any I had taken before. Larger. Textured so differently too. It felt as though every part of my insides sparked to life as his edges grazed me, with every other part of me drawn taut, utterly left to his whims. It was also naturally slick, either from prerelease or a mercy of the gods, mixing with the saliva he had left from his tongue.
“Then surrender to that freedom,” he said, “and let me ease the weight of your mourning.”
He speared me slowly and began to rock with each new portion given. Watching Meryt watch us, I felt… loved, but also cared for instead of claimed. Binding me this way and taking me on a similar slab to what Meryt lay on in the mortal realm was not Anubis taking control from me, as others who bed a slave might, but allowing me to give up the burden of having to do anything myself. He was taking me but also giving and not expecting me to give anything in return, not even my attention, for that remained on Meryt , who seemed enraptured by me but also like a dream, or as if he thought he was dreaming.
I gasped as he hastened his pace, claws digging faint divots into my skin. Anubis was a true protector, caregiver, and nurturer, allowing me to surrender and enjoy, and to writhe and vocalize my passion all for the audience I longed to have closer.
Meryt could venture no closer—yet. But nothing stopped me from trying to lure him with my performance, for even if he could not draw closer, I would succeed and reunite with him soon. I promised it in my moans and whimpers, beckoned him with my bound hands, and arched my back as if I could somehow reach him.
“Such beauty in how you move,” Anubis rumbled, “even limited by your bonds. You are truly captivating.” He slammedthe last of himself into me, making me feel wonderfully full and close to bursting.
“I-I… would say I was trained well, my lord… and I wa—ahh!” I cut off into a longer howl from how Anubis rocked his hips faster, “I w-was… but also… it is because Meryt is near.”
“Oh…?” He slammed into me again but then held still, buried deep inside me, unmoving. “Then shall we show him whether you can handle the rest of me?”
“Rest?” I snapped my eyes to the god of death, and his jackal maw was definitely somehow grinning.
What I had taken for the stopping presence of his sac began to push inside me, stretching me so much wider than before that I failed to breathe. It was too firm to be his pouch. This was simplymoreof him and bulbous in a way the rest was not.
It popped inside me like a knot, and once there seemed to pulse larger, driving the rest of him deeper too.
Tears pricked my eyes from the pressure, and gasping without voice, I finally remembered to breathe. “Ohgod.”
Anubis started to rock his hips again, but the knot never retracted. It was lodged there, with the motion of his hips swirling him along my walls like he had the dexterousness of a hand reached up inside me halfway to his forearm.
I squeaked more than whined, and my vision went hazy from the watering of my eyes. Yet blurry or not, I could still see Meryt.
The more Anubis took me, the more his knot swelled. It was a beautiful, impossible rapture bordering on agony, indescribable as anything but godlike. Even more than from the linen wrapped around my ankles and wrists, I was immobilized and utterly captive.
“As expected,” he said in growly praise, “you are magnificent. How you have opened for me… taking me…allof me… with more to come.”
More? I thought wildly.
But before I could utter, “How?” Anubis slammed so deeply inside me, I thought my spine might snap, or that the table would be turned to rubble beneath us. It wasn’t only that he continued to swell and fuck me deeper that made me question the viability, but how,howdid it feel so good?
“More!” I wailed, blinking the wetness from my eyes to clear my vision and better see my beloved. “Witness me more… andoh, that I could see you spill and taste your seed.”
I rose up off the table with the force of Anubis’s thrusting, and like before when the bindings had moved with me at the direction of his desires, they shifted while still keeping me bound. He was becoming more and more wild, almost feral like the beast he was, even as he praised me. “Such strength… such resilience… a testament to your name.”
My name did mean strong and mighty, and I would be both throughout these trials.
ForMeryt, blue blur that he was, more now from motion than watery eyes, but still I reached for him, for our love would stretch beyond death. Beyond everything.
Even if the skies tremble
and the gods take you too soon.
Heat spilled within me so deep inside my belly that I felt it coating absolutely all of me. Anubis came and came andcame, finishing his last spurts with a growl, as I strained against my bindings—right as they unraveled.
I collapsed, limp and loose upon the table, wondering again if that chamomile had contained something more than itself, for every part of me felt blessed, sore as I expected to feel later.
I was not as free of my bonds as I thought, however, for while the wrappings had unwound, Anubis’s knot remained snug right where it had seated itself.
It pulsed, and with the rest of him unmoving, and me unable to move yet either, it felt as though that swell hit every pleasure point left inside me.
