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bruhhxiao · 5 months

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Being with Anubis (sfw/nsfw)

Ennead Anubis x gn!civilian!reader

! Warnings: violence(?), smut, a bit of possessiveness. No use of y/n !

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As your and Anubis relationship started to grow you started to think how you guys meet.He was pretty cold and distant at the start, never spoke. You guys meet at night. You were about to finish your family work. It was pretty late and you were heading home but you got attacked by a huge snake, you covered you face by the fear as the snake proceeded to attack, but it didn’t… you raised your head and you saw a pale hand holding into the snake “neck”. He threw it away. He didn’t say a word a walked away.

“wait… please wait! I should thank you properly.”

You get up by yourself and followed him but he placed his long curved stick in front of him, avoiding letting you come closer.

You started to pray and gift him fruits, meat and sometimes money even though your family had financial issues. You would place the gifts in front of his little statue you had in you house but he never took them. Until one night you had a nightmare, you cried in your sleep calling for help but when you opened you eyes you saw a tall figure standing beside your bed you screamed in fear but he suddenly rested his hand on top of your head, when you heard your mother calling your name checking if everything was okay he disappeared in his shadow.

After you had your nightmare he started checking on you while you slept, one time he thought you were dead when you were deep asleep exhausted from work, he lowered down with his ear near to your mouth. As you turned around he would jump a bit by surprise and he stepped back a bit looking a bit confused at your shivering body. He covered you with the blanket that had fallen on the ground staring a few seconds more shaking his head while disappearing.

One day you were taking a bath in the pond playing with fallen leafs. You toke a big breath and you dipped your head under the water, rinsing your hair from the natural products you had used to clean it. Once done you were about to step out Anubis was behind you sitting on a rock staring at you. You sat in the water covering you body and screaming embarrassed, he didn’t look away in fact he just leaned his head on the side like a confused poppy. You yelled at him even though he was there to protect you, a man on his 40s was watching you, he was hiding behind a tree but when the man met Anubis gaze under his mask he became pale as snow, runnig away and shaking in fear. You looked back at the God and he got up walking towards you with a veil of linen, you asked him where he got that from but the only thing he did was kneeling down to meet you eye even though his eyes were hidden by the mask, he leaned the veil to you waiting. Your cheeks almost as red as a ruby you took it and he walked away disappearing into the nature. It passed sometime since you last saw Anubis so you went to his temple but it was empty and dark, you walked inside even though you were scared. You walked to his statue looking behind you. Something grabbed your hand pushing you into the statue but you didn’t hit the hard worked sculpture… your back bumped into a warm strong chest as muscular arms hugged your waist from behind. You looked back it was Anubis making a sign to stay silent so you did. Light air cleaned your lungs as the wind blowed you hair, he stepped back you realized you weren’t in the temple but you were in Duat! He was staring at you waiting for the motivation of your visit.

“it- it’s been a while since I last saw y-“ he cutted you off ”Humans and Gods shouldn’t get along.” He said firmly.

It was the first time you heard his voice and you weren’t expecting something like that, you heart skipped a beat, your throat was tight and you eyes were shiny almost puffy. He pushed your shoulder and you fell into the darkness. You woke up in your bed the next day.

You were carrying a basket full of fruit thinking about Anubis that left you a few months ago lost in your thoughts you tripped. Roots start to grow around your ankle. “he’s gone soft for you?” you heard but no one was around. A hole opened under you as roots dragged you inside. You opened you eye you were hanging upside down. “You got yourself a human, son?” You heard falling down almost crushing on the ground Anubis catches you holding you thigh. His jaw clenched as he jumped and cutted root by root as they grown around you he pushed you into a black hole but you grabbed his hand, your back hit the ground he landed on top of you. He got on his arms, teeth showing in anger “I told you humans and go-“ he didn’t have time to finish that your hand hit his cheek. If it was someone else they wouldn’t had time to raise their hand but you were different, he felt pain this time, his heart hurt. “I was so scared!” You told him hitting your hysterical crying. He sat on his knees and pulled you by your arm, he pulled you into his bare chest gently gripping on your hair as you hit his shoulder. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! You can show up whenever you want and leave for months! But why can’t I look out for you!” His eyes widened by your request.

He took off his mask showing his curly black hair, his face brushing on your left shoulder as he hold you in his chest. He backed away pulled your chin up you didn’t have time to realize that his warm, plump lips hit yours kissing you gently as he caressed you right cheek. Whenever you tried to speak or pull away he kissed you more holding you tight. He lies on top you caressing your body and face tracing sweet lines to your upper to lower body. His hand playing with your vest, as his hips slowly moved against yours. Sweet moans left you mouth as you tried to suppress them, he bit you neck and collarbone working with his finger on your intimacy. He pushes two fingers inside telling you he couldn’t hold it in for much longer. Your hip grinding on them after the pain became pleasure, he was gentle, he was holding back making you first as special as you deserve.

“mine, mine.” He mumbled against your skin.

His eyes looking into yours as he positioned himself between your legs he bumped his nose into yours as he pulled his tip in. Making you groan in pain, he kisses your chin to your ear as he pulled all in, your body arched blood boiling into your veins. He holds your left hand as he trusts working in your insides holding your right leg on his shoulder, you called his name as he speeded up. Hot moan hit your neck as he speed up, he grabs your hips as he knelt trusting deep inside of you. You reached your orgasm holding tight on his wrists, he throws his head back as you ate his member, his trust slowed down but he worked deep, you were about to cum again. He holds you kissing your puffy lips tasting you, feeling you as your tongues touched each others. He trusted one last time, your body trembled at his orgasm. He lies on top of you kissing your tears away, gently trusting. He laid on the side, out of breath, he pulled you into his arms placing his mask on your head.

“Mine”

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HENLOO! It’s my first time writing here! English is not my first language so I apologize if there are some grammar mistakes!

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sealhaus · 5 months

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Dog gods

Half of my illustration and design final

#mythology #egyptian #ancient egypt #egyptian mythology #god anubis #Anubis #aztec mythology #aztec #mexica #aztec gods #xolotl #xolo dog #indigenous art #anthro furry #anthro #animal gods #furry

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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the-cricket-chirps · 6 months

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Harry Burton, Photo, 1926

Textile Draped over Anubis Figure, ca. 1300s BCE

Egyptian, New Kingdom

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palesublimeduck · 5 months

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SUSANOO & ANUBIS

Will they serve or will they flop?? Y'all decide....

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv #ror #shuumatsu no walkure #ror anubis #god anubis #susanoo #終末のワルキューレ #LOOK AT HOW CUTE ANUBIS IS!!!!♥️#ror susanoo #egyptian mythology #japanese mythology #kinda sad how they too are eventually going to fall victim to....🙄 (shade)

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starsthewitch · 13 days

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its time for!! (after like 3 days)

🥁🥁🥁…

STAR! DOES! FACTS!

you miss me? because i did too!!

todays facts will be…

ANCIENT EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY!!

yippee!!

now, let’s get into the facts, shall we?

1. Who were the 9 main gods of Egypt? The nine Ennead gods of Egypt are Atum, Shu, Tefnut, Geb, Nut, Osiris, Isis, Seth, and Nephthys. They are the family of Atum the god of the sun, and are the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the sun god, Ra

2. Since Anubis is the god of death, does that make him evil? Actually it doesn’t! The Egyptian people viewed him as a good, protective deity. Anubis was portrayed with the color black, symbolizing regeneration and the Nile river's fertile soil

3. How many total gods were worshipped? There were well over 2,000 gods and goddesses worshipped in Ancient Egyptian mythology!

4. Most gods had the body of a human and the head of an animal! For example, Lady Bastet with her cat head and Sekhmet with her lioness head.

5. Who is the most well known God? That title goes to Amun-Ra, the sun god and also the god of creation. Amun-Ra is also the protector of the pharaoh, who is often depicted as an embodiment of Amun-Ra

6. Are there any lesser known gods? Yes! One of the more lesser known ones are Geb, who is the personification of the earth, god of healing colds, fevers, and scorpion stings. It is said that his laughter supposedly caused earthquakes.

that is all folks for…

STAR! DOES! FACTS!

tomorrows facts will be about

ROMAN MYTHOLOGY !!

one of my personal favorites

see you all tomorrow!

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muffinmonstah-art · 3 months

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Anubis

I'm a mythology nerd! And, he won one of last year's polls :D

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vanillssugar · 11 months

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Anubis of Ennead art ✨🌌

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quantumbody · 2 months

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bookoholic-rosie · 4 months

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TELL ME WHY NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT THE KANE CHRONICLES!!??

ITS SO DAM GOOD 😍😍

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snarls beneath its breath, which provokes shivers throughout your spine. That wasn't human, not even close to something even a god can produce. It was so quiet, like a whisper in the air, yet it provoked all hair to stand on end.

"Do not disappoint." Otto's words are hushed in your head, a mere quiet murmur that was nothing short of an order.

Before you have the chance to respond, your body is hauled upwards to your bare feet with the loincloth and skirt from before now adorning your bottom. You glanced around, noticing that you were alone before touching your cheeks which were void of tears and smudged eyeliner; however, the folds of your feminity still retained the thick, sweet slick from your arousal.

The ultimate being could have cleaned it away but had not, as if to torture you with that throbbing heat beneath. Or perhaps to provoke your head to cloud with desire and throw yourself to your new target like a harlot.

Another knock steals your attention, which spurs you to clear your throat and saunter over. It's another performance, another rendition to become the most desirable being to the god of death for the entertainment of Otto.

Upon opening the door to your room, you have to crane your neck to meet molten golden eyes shielding in the shade of the encrusted jackal headpiece.

Something tingles in the air; his radiance and unearthly presence suffocating. The pressure is nearly overbearing, thickening the air to spur you to struggle to breathe naturally. He is infused with power, an existence that should not even exist but does against all odds.

His expression is nonexistent, with a face impassive and stony. He refrains from speaking first as though he awaits for you to...

Oh...

"My lord." You welcome, head dipping down to bow in abasement. "I humbly greet you."

Something in the back of your head digs its claws into your brain, attempting to provoke your ankles to give out. It wants you to collapse to your knees, and grovel at the god's feet as if you are not even worthy to be in front of him.

Anubis is the patron deity of jackals, yet his own presence orders you to obey his silent command.

Lower yourself like a loyal dog to its owner.

You're sure it was on purpose, forcing you to acknowledge your place and the prestige of who you are dealing with this evening. He who stands before you is no normal human, no ordinary deity or being of comprehensibility.

He is the god of death, one of the nine Egyptian Enneads and he demands devotion.

"Rise." His voice practically drips with superiority, nothing less of his domineering presence.

You do as told, raising your head to look forward at his built abdomen. His figure is impressive, with a bulkier constitution than Apollo. There was no time to appreciate his figure when you first met or even the quick glance in the weighing room, but now you can appreciate the robust structure.

Not to mention, just like his mother, his limbs are long and lengthy, reigning at an impressive 8ft (243.84cm). Most of his dark skin is shown, scarcely covered in silks but more attired in jewelry.

Small and insignificant, it's what pours into your stomach and wails as he stands before you. The feeling is similar to something that dwells within, forgotten but remaining from a long time ago. Its familiarity is sickening just as it is welcoming.

Abruptly his thumb and forefinger snatch your chin and title your head upwards. His touch ignites tingles from the contact that swarm within your tummy. Your vision drifts from the built rows of his abdomen to the wide and flexing pectorals, before settling back once again on plump nude lips and golden eyes.

He's handsome and unbelievably gorgeous, and the power he holds is mouth-watering. Anubis is a god who reigns supreme, only surpassed by his own father.

There must be a plethora of goddesses that have thrown themselves to his feet, pleading for just a chance. Not to mention the number of souls who come to the underworld to have their hearts weighed only to be completely bewitched by his otherworldly magnificence.

"My birth mother practically adores you..." He murmurs more to himself as he tilts your head to the side so he can observe your jaw and the tendon in your neck tightening. "But I do not see the attraction of a mortal such as you."

There is something inside of you that twinges as if he struck your own pride. For a moment you feel your blood boil, seething beneath the thin layer of skin before inhaling deeply.

You're gorgeous, you're intelligent, you're alluring, you are that woman. You never took the Egyptian deity of death to be such a liar. For his words to be true, he would have strayed from your chambers instead of arriving.

He's ever so busy; death is never-ending, nevertheless, he took the time out of his absurdly busy schedule to visit your room...he may not want you now, but he's interested.

And that's all you need to get started.

"My lord~. Please forgive this unworthy one." You drop to your knees as your chin slips from his grasp. His height already far surpasses your own, but something within his stomach must tingle when you give him what he likes.

Submission

"Only the finest and most meritorious woman should be in the presence of a powerful god such as you." Your head rests upon the back of your hands that obscure a devious grin on your lips. "I would never think of myself good enough for such a deity but if you would let me...I'll do everything I can to please you, My lord. Just tell me what I can do; tell me what to do."

The way you react is demeaning, basically degrading by giving up your will. But that is the point; it nearly runs your blood hot with excitement at the prospect of 'offering' him that control. From his own radiant and domineering presence, you can tell he is assertive and commanding.

He is one of the Ennead gods! The deity who guides lost souls and kings through the afterlife, who protects and embalms the dead. He is one of the most important beings to exist in Egyptian mythology, and he knows that.

Anubis wants control; he needs it. How can he be a deity if there are no worshippers or parishioners that do everything to please him? You don't mind letting him believe that he has it, by offering it with complete 'submission.'

Even if you must resign your pride and push away your dignity, it's all an act because at the end of the day...it was your decision to let him do what he wanted. Plus, it feels like a dirty little secret knowing that you are just playing around and he is completely unaware of what you truly are.

"You know your place?" Anubis breathes outwards, and you can hear his clothes shift as though he is squatting down in front of your bowing figure.

Only slightly do you nod your head but you refrain from speaking; he has not permitted it just yet. It seems that your assumption was correct because he hums in a pleased manner and runs his large hand through your hair.

His fingers are coarse and rough and seething with an unnatural warmth. There's this soothing sensation, like a comforting reward that he is bestowing on you for being good.

If you were a sweet little cat, you'd probably purr and lean into his palm.

"No wonder my birth mother declared you as the perfect little bride. You are obedient, like a good little girl."

"Isn't that all you want? To be the perfect little girl?"

You disregard Otto's words and swallow the lump in your throat. It is imperative to perform just the way Anubis likes it.

"Stand, and you may speak to your god." The Jackal deity commands with a voice that could send trembles through the earth but definitely shoots electricity through your veins.

"Thank you so much, My Lord." Gingerly you raise your head and body, with his large hand still remaining in your hair.

His lips display a suave smile, marked with charm and confidence. You had his interest at first, but now you have his attention

You are that woman.

Abruptly his thick fingers tangle within your locks and tug, forcing your chin to the ceiling as a stinging sensation resonates in your scalp. Your hands fly upwards, unconsciously attempting to grasp his wrist yet you manage to squeeze them to your chest.

"Good." Anubis murmurs and leans down to bend at the waist and hover his lips by your ear. "You know already that you do not deserve to touch me. That is a privilege you must earn."

Oh, he really wants you to work for it. Apollo was easy; now it appears you must put in a little more labor to corrupt this being.

"Please, My Lord, My god, My Nesu-" The last part you articulated had not been translated though you could feel the importance of it. "Please tell this unworthy one how to gain that privilege. I'll do anything for you."

You are not conceited enough to feel shame for begging; in fact, you love it. You love the way it ignites some part of the other person's brain alive, the way it replaces their blood with excitement, and let's not forget the way it drives them utterly insane to hear it again.

Sure, Anubis can believe that he has all the power, but he'll find out what makes a b*tch.

"Anything?" He probes, warm breath fanning across your ear and tickling. "Do you understand the intensity of what you state?"

A grin wants to etch onto your lips; you can practically feel his anticipation, his eagerness in your own blood. The god probably desires to see how far he can push it, and how much you can endure.

He'll learn the hard way, literally.

"Oh, My Nesu~. Anything and everything. I know I do not deserve it, but I desire you so bad." You speak the sweetest honey, saturated with so much sugar as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

The Egyptian deity pulls away from your ear to lean back. His eyes beneath the Jackal headpiece observes your face, curiously taking in your appearance.

Does he see the humor in your (e/c) iris' or is it masked by your desperate hunger for gratification? Can he discern the growing smirk on your lips from the way he's already falling into your trap? Perhaps not by how his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip with anticipation.

How ironic when he exists as the god to weigh a deceased's soul, configuring how much sin they've accumulated through their lifetime, only for him to be consumed by it.

"How would you best like me to show my devotion?" Your question seems to rouse him from somewhere in his mind as he blinks slowly before meeting your gaze.

"Those are dangerous words, Hemet." Another word not translated, but the physical impact it has on your body proves that it must mean something of great importance. Or maybe it's just a nasty little nickname he has for his abrupt bride. "Can you take it?"

He has no idea what he has gotten himself into. "I can take you."

Anubis abruptly yanks your head back, pushing your body out of the way to enter your bed chambers and slam the door behind himself. From the moment he stepped in, he has become your husband in unwritten matrimony.

A slight yelp seeps from your lips from the searing sting before you are thrust toward your bed. You land on your stomach with your face bouncing against the plush mattress; the loose gold beads from the headpiece Nephthys gave you had clacked and rattled together.

Scrambling onto your back had barely been fast enough as Anubis' giant form swathes over your own. His knees dig into the round bed by your waist as a single hand holds up his weight above your head.

The bangles around his bottom and belly chains jingled from the movements as he grinned, sharpened canines displaying through his rows of white teeth. Walnut brown curls peek out from behind his headdress, and your fingers twitch with a yearning to pull them.

It's practically p*ssy throbbing the way this huge god straddles your little 'ol mortal body and shows you how insignificant you are to him. Oh, you are so tiny, so human in comparison to a deity.

What you would give to have him between your legs, reshaping your insides with that monster beneath his silks. Each thrust would knock the wind out of you, robbing it away with every pound, roll, and rock that jabs right against your sensitive little cervix.

He'd hurt so good, f*ck he'd tear into your nerves and control every sensation in the most commanding and demanding way possible.

"Poor little Nymph. Must be torture to only be able to imagine but never fulfill that desire, hmm?" Otto's ethereal tone only reestablishes that deep sense of arousal.

The memory of his bony hands touching you, caressing your body, is still fresh, and you're still soaked. At this point, you've fallen too deep into that part of your mind you like to disappear to, where shame, guilt, or any shred of rational thinking cannot penetrate.

Head empty, just big chocolate-skinned god ready to f*ck you up.

"You are cute, Hemet! With that look you bare-" His free hand ghostly skims over your face before ceasing by your lips and plunging his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. His slightly pointed nails dig into the gummy flesh of your cheek as he yanks at the corner. "-I would not have believed that your heart weighed lighter than the feather."

You want to speak, sweeten him up with some more sugary words however the opportunity right now is too good to pass up. Just like the little sl*t you are, your tongue traces over the rough skin and suckles.

A laugh snags in your throat, desiring to giggle out because it's funny how right now, he tastes like power.

Eagerly, practically desperately, you suck on his large fingers as if you've been starved for weeks, and you wouldn't dare let this treat evade you.

Unconsciously, your thighs are squeezing together with your hips raising and attempting to grind against the wet cloth of your undergarment. It's hot beneath, seething with heat warming the slick spread outwards on your folds.

It's probably humiliating, becoming so aroused by his mere presence and slender digits within your mouth but you cannot help it. The pressure of his radiance bares weight on your ribs consistently, as though it commands your own lungs when to breathe and when to choke.

He gives the orders, and you'll listen...for now.

"If only he knew of how truly disobedient you are. You would go from a submissive wife to a rebellious pet so quickly. We both know he could not handle it."

'Oh, Otto~. You speak as if you can.' Your 'words' prompt a rumble from its voice in your head that goes straight to your cl*t.

There's this throbbing sensation that is going along to beat of your heart. It's picking up the pace, growing in strength the longer you suck and taste the god's finger in your mouth.

You're clenching over nothing, begging for any form of relief.

Abruptly Anubis moves his fingers, no longer yanking at the corner of your lips but plunging down the back of your throat. The action was so sudden that you gagged with eyes enlarging and watering.

Your fingers almost grasp his thick thighs, almost touching that smooth skin that is nearly completely showing from the way the silks covering his bottom had ridden up. Instead, you grip the sheets beside your body and gurgle.

"Can you breathe?" The Jackal deity questions, yet the tone is laced with mockery. When you shake your head, he hums and pushes his fingers deeper to where the knuckles of his other fingers dig into your teeth. "Do not respire until your god allows it."

Your lacquered eyes shimmer in the light from the floating stars before trailing down your face. Make-up begins to smudge and darken around your lids just as the gloss on your lips smeared in such an obscene manner.

It hurts, your throat begins to ache from the constriction and blockage, yet you refrain from pulling away. Your pride is too vast to give in first and beg for freedom, not even when your head is spinning, and you feel your grasp on reality slipping away.

You're too arrogant, too conceited, and too f*ckin full of yourself to back down. It's been your greatest asset that you used and abused to get what you wanted. But it also brings some of the worst consequences that you say you don't deserve...

Anubis tilts his head and watches your collarbone jut against the skin, becoming prominent as your throat constricts from the gagging and choking. His golden eyes observe the flush of your skin, burning with heat that could rival even the god of the sun, Ra.

Oh, he's becoming aroused from this with the way his c*ck beneath the silk bulges against the cloth and enlarges. It's almost unbelievable. When his shaft was unaroused, it was already ample and presumably could have even filled your palm.

'F*ck you, Otto.'

"Only if you are good enough."

What an infuriating piece of sh*t. The ultimate being finds too much pleasure in your suffering. If only there was a way to really get back at him...but you'll think about that another day.

For now, you return your awareness to the tightening in your chest and vertigo in your head. Your fight-or-flight instincts want to kick in, practically begging you to yank his hand out of your mouth and crawl away.

But at the same time, there is this euphoria. Warm yet somehow soothing, the lack of air begins to diminish all the little nonsense thoughts. There is no hunger, no exhaustion, or even lust. It's as though you've been pulled beneath heavy, dark waters. With weightlessness and fluidity, it's the most serene sensation you can feel.

Nothing else matters.

"Breathe." The sound of Anubis' voice is muffled yet upon feeling his hand being withdrawn from your mouth, you are yanked out of those blissful waters and brought back to reality.

A cough sputters from your lips just as your eyes focus on the handsome face above yours. Your vision is blurry and muddled for a second before concentrating on his devilish grin.

"Good girl." You are praised softly with his hand cradling your face, the burning flesh of your cheeks nestled within his coarse palm. "Good little Hemet."

Yes, yes you are. The praise goes straight to your raging heart, kindling a heat that ignites all your nerves. "Have I earned it, my Lord?" Your fingers that clumped your bedsheets beneath from the hold now burrow your nails against your skin. "Is this unworthy one allowed the privilege to touch?"

Anubis hums absentmindedly, tilting his head and clicking the jewelry around his neck together.

"Please, My Nesu. Please grant me the privilege to touch you, to please you. I offer my entire being to you so that I may be able to gratify your ever desire." The words sound slurred in your ears, spoken off a gluttonous tongue.

The Egyptian deity stares down at your dazed expression, tracing the curves of your nose, the shape of your jaw, and the twitching in your lips. After a minute of silence beside your panting, he responds however with no words.

No, his large hands grasp the silks around his waist and remove them with fluid motion. Nothing shields his modesty; nothing protects your probing eyes from devouring the sight of his well-endowed length that drips with a pearly white liquid from the colored tip.

Oh no, you're salivating from the sight. It's gorgeous, holy f*ck it's deliciously exquisite. No wonder he exudes egotism and pretentiousness, the god of the dead has a d*ck that would surely kill you.

Its length was far longer than your forearm, rivaling something supernatural. The base where his crotch resides is hairless, with the beginning of his shaft straight and existing in a lighter, tanner color than his darker skin. There is even a gold band clasped around the base like a decorated bracelet that matches the ones around his wrist and waist. From there, the middle area thickens just the slightest to the side, but underneath it bulges out to a girth greater than your wrist.

And then there is the almost pointed tip, with the glands nearly blushing a vibrant red, as though all the blood within is just flooding inside. There are a multitude of veins jutting against the skin, nearly twitching at the sight of your eyes taking it in. But there is one that rivals them all, just right on the underside starting from the base and traveling all the way to the tip with the thickness of your finger. Humans were made in the image of the gods, yet what hangs above your face is nothing close to humane; it feels bestial.

It's a monster.

"Be a good little Hemet and please your god," Anubis exclaims while grinning coyly, presenting his sharpened canines in pride.

Yet before you can even reach up for the terror about to break your jaw, one of his hands grasps the middle of his c*ck to point it downwards, so the tip rests right up against your lips.

Hot, heavy, musky, and f*cking terrifying, pre-c*m already begins to dribble onto the soft flesh of your lips and infiltrate within your mouth so you can taste the power of a god.

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"I'm actually a fairly dominant person. I don't like to have no control or be told what to do." Chin-Sun raised an eyebrow, even tilting her head in surprise as she lifted her eyes from her notebook. "Really? I would have thought that a promiscuous woman like yourself revels in it during intercourse." You waved a hand dismissively and leaned against the cushion in her office. "You wouldn't be wrong to assume, I can easily switch between dynamics depending on who I'm with, but truthfully I like to steer away from it." The therapist had not expected your response, still sitting there across from you with a perplexed expression. It prompted you to raise a brow. "Come on, what's so shocking about that?" "I know you can switch, but from everything I know so far, you'd be desperate to be a pleaser in a submissive role." Her words harden your expression while straightening your lips. Refraining from speaking, you observe her more intently than before. It's difficult to tell her expressions or feelings unless she outright displays them...which only happens when she wants you to see it. "Why would you say that? I don't need praise, I don't need recognition, I just need a good f*ck, and then I'm off on my way." There's a tightening in your throat as you meet her dark eyes. "What even gave you that idea?" She merely shrugged her shoulder before setting aside her notebook. You watch her closely, following every movement until she leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "Let's be honest (Y/n). After everything with your father-" She wasn't able to finish as you launched out of your seat and grasped the coffee table, flipping it over to desecrate the ground with shattered glass and broken decorations. "Don't you even finish that sentence or I swear I'll f*cking rip your throat out." Your threat did nothing to intimidate the short-haired woman, even though both of you knew there were no empty threats. You do what you want. Except when it comes to the therapist, she knows how to make you back down. "No wonder dear o' daddy abandoned you. Even after everything he did, even after ruining you, he just didn't want you anymore."

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I almost gave Anubis a monster c*ck, like an actual hound c*ck but I decided against it bc Promsicious readers aren't like TDMLM readers.

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Next Chapter ━━━➤...updating soon

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zezees-posts · 4 months

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#egyptology #egyptian #egypt tours #egypt #pharaohs #EGYPTIAN Civilization #spotify #tumblr fyp #winter #fypage #quotes #arabian #pins #pinterest #god anubis

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biancabxtch · 4 months

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just realised at 3am that both will and sadie call nico and walt/anubis "death boy".

i am not okay.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #salt #sadie kane #walt stone #saltnubis #god anubis #pjo fandom #kane chronicles

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animalartist18 · 4 months

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I found it pretty funny and i thought i'd give it a try with my own comfort characters, Death Wolf (or Wolfy🥰) and his "distant cousin", Anubis, the Egyptian god of death 😅

Based on this here reference^^:

I really hope you like it ☺️💖

#puss in boots the last wish #art #puss in boots death #death wolf #fanart #wolf death #puss in boots #lobo muerte #god anubis #anubis art #lobo death #cute comic #funny

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the-cricket-chirps · 6 months

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Egyptian

Anubis

Date: 664-30 B.C.

Bronze or cupreous alloy

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wayfarer-kitten · 1 month

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More outfit practice.

Any suggestions on a name for them

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darth-mortem · 3 months

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My friend @g8se translated my new COD fic. It's ancient Egypt AU with medjay!Soap and Anubis!Ghost.

After a great victory, the commander of the Medjay regiment and the chief guardian of the sacred city of the dead, Jonahkt Bay, is visited by the high priest of Anubis who informs him that the God desires to meet the hero in person. Jonahkt Bay becomes the first mortal, aside from priests and Pharaohs, to be honored with the privilege of seeing the earthly manifestation of the God of the dead and receiving a reward from him. With dedication and reverence, Jonahkt Bay enters the temple, unable to even imagine how the God will reward him. 4886 words.

Ancient Egypt AU, human!Johnny, Anubis!Simon, 18+

The noble commander of the medjay*** sa-u*, Jonahkt Bay, listened to the reports of his squad leaders about the losses. The bloody battle with treacherous mercenaries who tried to seize Hamunaptra – the sacred city of the dead, the storehouse of countless treasures of the Pharaoh, and the earthly abode of the God of death, Anubis – had ended with a remarkable victory. Jonahkt Bay had never seen the God himself in five years of his service as the chief of the guard of the city, but that didn't stop him from being completely dedicated to this honourable duty.

Rumours say that Anubis chose a person to be the vessel of his divine essence, wisdom, and strength. However, only priests and Pharaohs knew the truth, as they occasionally visited Hamunaptra for an audience with God. Nevertheless, it didn't happen very often. The current Pharaoh seemed to prefer visiting the city of the living Waset and the God Amun Ra, whose earthly abode was in Karnak. Or perhaps Anubis preferred to attend to his affairs in peace and quiet, not wasting time on chit-chat with the ruler, albeit mortal, who would eventually face his judgement like anyone else.

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After listening to another squad leader, Jonahkt Bay nodded, indicating that he had accepted the report, and raised his hand, summoning the next one. Suddenly, the massive doors opened, and into the hall where the medjays held their meetings, discussed strategies, and analyzed the moves of past battles, entered a man. He appeared without a knock and without a warning, and anyone else in his place would have already been beheaded. However, the high priest of Anubis could allow himself to appear not only here but also in Jonahkt Bay's personal quarters without facing any punishment.

Seeing the priest, the medjays lowered their heads in respectful bows. But without paying any attention to anyone, he approached the sa-u commander, looked at him with his piercing black eyes, and spoke:

“The God has seen your bravery and dedication, medjay. He wants to see you and reward you for your service. It's an honor that no mortal has received, aside from priests and Pharaohs, for over five centuries. For your own good, medjay, I sincerely hope you won't disgrace yourself or act foolishly. Now, follow me. We must not keep the God waiting.”

Jonahkt Bay followed the priest, feeling the gaze of his squad leaders. Excitement, envy, reverence, and fear were evident in their looks. Apparently, there was more fear than anything else, as there were countless rumors about the grim God of death – each more terrifying than the other. However, Jonahkt, for some reason, was not afraid. Maybe he understood that if Anubis wanted to take his soul, he could do it anytime and anywhere, without summoning him to the temple for a personal audience.

Soon, Jonahkt realized that the high priest was taking him not to the main temple but to one of the buildings on the outskirts of the temple complex. To the medjay's silent question, the priest of Anubis slightly rolled his eyes but still said:

"You cannot present yourself to the God in this state. First, you need to be properly washed, purified, and dressed. While the slaves attend to you, I'll have time to tell you how to behave in the presence of the God."

It all sounded condescending, but Jonahkt was already accustomed to the arrogance of the priests, so he didn't pay much attention. Moreover, he found himself inside the building, and several young boys and girls with slave collars around their neck took him by the arms and led him somewhere into the depths of the building, where the scents of various oils and herbs burned on large round braziers wafted through the air.

Naively, Jonahkt thought they would take him to a bath, and that after he would be given clean clothes and sent back to the high priest. However, the ‘purification’ process turned out to be much longer and more complicated. The bath did take place, but only at the beginning. Afterward, the slaves led the medjay to several baths, each with water of different temperature, aroma, and even colour.

The first bath turned out to be black, ice cold, with water as thick as mercury. The room was almost dark, the braziers barely glowing and filling the air with dense smoke with a strange scent. When Jonahkt was allowed to stand up and leave the bath, the black water droplets didn't drip, but rather rolled off his body. However, it might have been just an illusion, as the smoke and aroma left the medjay's head spinning.

In the second bath, located in a more conventional room lit with windows, two slaves entered the water with Jonahkt and meticulously rubbed his entire body first with some herbs and then with aromatic oil, not hesitating to touch places where no one, except a lawful wife, should touch. Here, it smelled fresh, and the dizziness quickly dissipated from Jonahkt's head.

The third bath repeated the process, but while Jonahkt was pampered by pleasantly warm water, the slaves shaved all of his hair, all over his body. Everything would have been fine, but the high priest observed this procedure, monotonously listing countless rules of behaviour that the medjay must adhere to in the presence of the God.

“You must kneel, touch the floor with your forehead; do not lift your head, do not look into the eyes, do not speak unless the God asks to, only do what he commands...” the priest was babbling on and on.

“And what if he commands, for example, to raise my head?” Jonahkt asked, feeling strong discomfort from what the slaves were doing to him right now.

“He won't command that,” the priest sternly cut him off and continued. “Receive the reward with reverence and gratitude, no matter what it is. Thank at least three times, preferably seven times. Do not touch the God, do not look around...”

Before inviting the medjay to immerse himself in the fourth bath, his body was yet again rubbed with some oil. While he was in the water, the slaves had massaged his neck, shoulders, head, face, and legs, and it was so pleasant that Jonahkt almost forgot about the priest who continued to meticulously list the rules.

After that, the medjay was taken to the fifth room, where, fortunately, there was no bath. High above braziers roze smoke with a strange scent of roses, and in this created mist, Jonahkt was thoroughly dried. Then, he was dressed in a black shendyt, similar to what the priests wore, only shorter – not ankles length, but only knees length. It was fastened with a wide belt, and after that numerous ornaments – bracelets, collars, and necklaces – were placed on Jonahkt’s neck and wrists.

“The sun is setting,” the priest finally spoke, glancing out the window. “I think you are ready for the meeting.”

At the exit from the building, another priest approached Jonahkt and handed him his khopesh, which he hung on his belt. In reality, he expected not to be allowed to appear before Anubis with a sword, but the high priest explained that the mortal weapon could not harm the God, but it also would demonstrate that a true warrior had come.

In the twilight, they approached the dark assembly of Anubis's temple. The entrance was guarded by medjays from his sa-u, who respectfully bowed, allowing their commander and the high priest inside. They passed through several rooms and finally stood in front of massive doors, or rather, gates to the main hall where the God received mortals who came to pay homage, bring gifts, or discuss important matters. The latter, however, was a privilege reserved only for the Pharaoh and the high priest.

“From here on, you will go alone,” Anubis's priest informed. “It's dark inside. Just go straight until you see. And then you already know what to do.”

“Yes, fall on my knees and touch the floor with my forehead,” Jonahkt replied, a bit irritated. “And what will I see?”

The priest cast a long gaze at him, then turned away and waved his hand to the younger attendants, who took hold of the levers of the mechanism that opened the gates and began to turn them. Despite his bravery, the medjay felt a chill run down his spine. His heart jumped almost to his throat, and cold drops of unpleasant sweat rolled down his back. In a few moments, he, Jonahkt Bay, would see a real living God, the master of death, the guide and judge of the dead, the supreme commander of his terrifying army that rises from the sand and returns to the sand when its is accomplished. Honestly, Hamunaptra did not need protection from medjays. The fact that this duty fell on the shoulders of mortals was a manifestation of the God's mercy and trust in them. It was already a sufficient reward for each warrior of the sa-u, including Jonahkt himself. So why does Anubis want to see him here, in his temple? What is he going to say to a mortal? What reward does he want to give?

His legs became like cotton, but Jonahkt did not show his fear and, with all his bravery, entered the vast dark hall of the main temple. The gates behind him began to close, and from the other side, this process was accompanied by a loud creaking, but here, in this dense, bonechilling darkness that seemed physically palpable, the sounds vanished and quickly disappeared, leaving not even a hint of an echo.

Jonahkt moved his legs, slowly navigating through the darkness, but he could not hear his own footsteps, unlike the beating of his heart and the wheezing uneven breath. He walked forward, but it seemed to him that he was motionless, hanging in the midst of boundless darkness, where there were no directions, no top or bottom, nothing and no one. The medjay thought that he had been deceived, thrown Beyond the bounds of the familiar world of the living, and now he would hang in this terrible cold emptiness for eternity – motionless, defenseless, helpless.

The fearless Medjay's legs trembled, his eyes began to sting, and at the moment when he was ready to collapse and curl up in a pitiful cry, his gaze unexpectedly began to distinguish something other than darkness. It turned out he was walking along a wide corridor with tall statues on either side. Underneath each burned brazier, giving weak and dim but still light. The sounds returned, and Jonahkt suddenly felt the coldness of the stone slabs under his bare feet as he stepped on them.

Light flashed unexpectedly and very closely. The medjay stopped and saw that flames blazed up in a few braziers ahead, illuminating the massive throne standing between them. And on this throne sat...

Jonahkt didn't have time to complete this thought because he remembered the priest's instructions, so he quickly fell to his knees, bowing so abruptly that his forehead hit the floor. His heart jumped to his throat again, and the medjay held his breath, hoping that the God would not consider his delay as disrespect and would not destroy him on the spot.

For several long moments, nothing happened. Then Jonahkt heard the rustle of fabric, a soft ringing – probably from jewelry – and heavy footsteps accompanied by a clicking sound, as if from claws touching the stone floor. These sounds approached, making the medjay's heart race even faster, and ceased, as he felt, right by his head. For a few moments, nothing happened again, and then a shadow fell on Jonahkt, something clinked, and he felt the cold and, at the same time, very hot fingers taking him by the chin. Sharp claws – and now the medjay was more than certain that the God's fingers indeed were clawed – pricked his cheeks. A large hand, much larger than his own, lifted Jonahkt's chin, forcing him to raise his head and straighten his back.

The medjay closed his eyes, feeling cold sweat running down his temples. The God's hand threw back his head so that he would probably be staring straight into Anubis's face if he dared to open his eyes. However, the priest's instructions were firmly settled in his memory, so Jonahkt had no intention of testing his fate. Then he heard a voice. Low and powerful, it sounded as if from everywhere, filling all the voids of the gigantic hall, echoing off them and penetrating the mortal's ears. These sounds enchanted Jonahkt so much that he did not immediately grasp the meaning of what the God had said to him.

"Open your eyes, child," Anubis repeated with inhuman patience and unearthly wisdom. "Look at me."

The high priest ordered to do everything the God commanded, so Jonahkt slowly obeyed the command, feeling hot tears rolling down his cheeks. At first, everything before his eyes was blurry, but then his vision cleared, and Jonahkt saw the God leaning over him.

Anubis was unnaturally tall and robust, dressed in a long and luxurious black shendyt with exquisite draping embroidered in gold. It was held by a massive belt made of golden plates engraved with symbols unknown to the medjay. The God's skin was extremely pale, almost white, covered with scars and myriads of black hieroglyphs and unknown symbols that seemed to emerge from within. Anubis's neck was adorned with a massive gold necklace. Feeling parched in his throat, Jonahkt dared to lift his eyes even higher and saw that the God's face was hidden by a mask made from a bone of what seemed like an exceptionally large jackal skull. In the eye sockets, the God’s eyes burned – bright, almost red, but the strangest and most horrifying was not their color. In each eye of the God, there were two irises and two pupils, one larger, and the other one slightly smaller.

"Stand up," Anubis commanded again, not taking his gaze away from Jonahkt's eyes, peering through them straight into his heart and the most secret and darkest corners of his soul.

"I... dare not," the medjay whispered, unable to control his voice.

The God let out a sound very similar to an ordinary human chuckle. Then Anubis pulled Jonahkt's chin again, forcing him to rise on trembling legs, which barely supported him in an upright position.

Anubis released the mortal's chin, crossed his arms over his chest, and in a somehow very human manner tilted his head slightly to the side, continuing to pierce Jonahkt with the gaze of his horrifying eyes. Jonahkt wanted to kneel and bow again, but he could no longer look away from the living God standing before him. Now he could see that Anubis's hands around the forearms smoothly transformed from pale white to sheer black, absolutely inhuman hands with long fingers and sharp claws. The same transformation affected the God's legs. It was now clear what that strange clicking sound when Anubis was approaching the medjay was caused by. As Jonahkt had noticed before, the God was simply extraordinarily tall, probably at least two heads taller than himself. And because of the sharp triangular ears of the bone mask, he seemed even taller.

All this left Jonahkt with no doubts that a real God was standing before him. He radiated an aura of strength, otherworldly wisdom, and majesty, unreachable for anyone, even the mightiest Pharaoh. Anubis evoked feelings of reverent fear and a desire to bow before him. However, the longer Jonahkt looked at him, the more he realized that the God was not as terrifying as he was unbelievably, incredibly beautiful.

Anubis moved again and slowly extended his hand to the mortal. And Jonahkt, now without fear but rather with absolutely sincere enthusiasm, placed his palm in it, gently gripping the black fingers.

"Come with me, child," the God spoke and led the medjay somewhere behind the throne, through the secret doors into the intricate maze of dark corridors.

At some point, the darkness thickened once again, and Jonahkt began to lose the sense of time, but fortunately, it did not last long. Entering through the next set of doors following the God, the medjay realized that he had been brought into gorgeous chambers with a personal bath, numerous shelves of papyrus scrolls, a table with writing tools, and a huge luxurious bed under a semi-transparent canopy. This room simply could not be as large as the main hall of the temple, yet it seemed just like that – the ceiling vanishing into darkness, the smoke rising from the braziers concealing the walls, and the shelves seeming to extend into infinity.

Jonahkt understood that the earthly manifestation of the God requires rest – maybe not as often as a mortal, but still does. And now Anubis brought him, not a priest or a Pharaoh, into the chambers where he rests – reads, writes, or perhaps even sleeps, eats, or drinks wine from those amphorae that Jonahkt noticed near the table.

"Curious?" Anubis asked, and this time his voice sounded almost ordinary, though still absolutely non-human.

Jonahkt became nervous, realizing that the God had noticed him glancing around, maybe even reading his thoughts. However, Anubis didn't get angry; instead, he took the medjay by the shoulders, pricking him with his claws, and gently nudged him forward.

"Go, take a look," he allowed. "Pour yourself some wine if you wish."

Jonahkt wanted to but, of course, didn't dare. He simply took a few steps forward and took a closer look at the table. There was a noticeable disarray; papyri were scattered, writing tools were placed haphazardly, and in the center lay a massive book with pages made of some unusual black metal. Jonahkt didn't dare touch it, but he noticed it was open, and the right half of the page was filled with hieroglyphs and diagrams, while the other half was blank.

"The Book of the Dead," Jonahkt heard the God's voice just behind him and startled in surprise. "Almost completed."

A clawed hand rested on Jonahkt's shoulder again. Anubis pushed him closer to the table, and Jonahkt felt the heat of the God's body against his back, standing as close as possible. Leaning forward, the God extended his other hand, and with a claw, he added a few more hieroglyphs to the page. The metal of the page heated where the God's finger touched it, yielding to carve the written symbols.

"Well, Jonahkt Bay, noble medjay-warrior," Anubis whispered insidiously into the mortal's ear, leaning so close that his mask touched Jonahkt's cheek, "are you ready to receive your well-deserved reward?"

Before Jonahkt could respond, the God swiftly turned him to face him and pushed him in the chest as if not hard, but Jonahkt could not stand on his feet either way. He fell backward, expecting pain from hitting cold the stone floor, but for some reason, he found himself on the bed. Before he could move, Anubis was again looming over him. He growled softly, and his black hands greedily slid over the medjay's tanned body, each touch delivering a pleasure Jonahkt had never felt in his life. He trembled, arched his back, as his fingers clawed at the sheets, crumpling them. The God's eerie eyes were very close, and his claws tore the shendyt, which the slaves had put on the medjay. Jonahkt's breath caught, he moaned weakly, twitched, and then the God's palm covered his eyes as he removed his bone mask.

Medjai felt Anubis's breath on his neck, and then his skin burned at the touch of his lips. Jonahkt caught his breath, and moaned weakly, writhing in ecstasy, not knowing what he wanted more – for the God to stop, or for him to never stop, for this pleasure, so sharp and strong to the point of pain, to last forever. For the two of them to float in this eerie void of the temple, for Anubis' hands to hold the mejai, for his lips and tongue to caress the flesh of a mortal, and for all of this to last for eternity.

Consciousness began to fail him as Anubis covered Jonahkt's lips with his own, and his inhumanly long and flexible tongue slid into the mortal's mouth. Medjay could no longer perceive everything that was happening, he managed to catch only fragments, but even that was more than enough for him. Here the palm of the god disappeared from the eyes of the mortal, but he could no longer see anything, because everything was floating in front of his eyes and bright lights were flashing. Here, the God's black hands again eagerly caressed and fondled the trained warrior's body, which now became soft and yielding. Sharp claws scratched the skin, teeth sank into his collarbone, but the sharp flash of pain immediately extinguishes as Anubis traces the bite marks with his tongue.

At some point, Jonahkt realized they were no longer lying on the bed but were actually floating in the midst of emptiness, maybe just beneath the ceiling of the God's chambers. Anubis had overpowered the mortal, holding him under the back and under the thigh, digging his claws into his leg. With each powerful thrust, Jonahkt's head swayed from side to side, he groaned and cried out from the sharp waves of otherworldly pleasure, desperately clinging to the God's massive shoulders with his fingers. It seemed that Jonahkt was crying and pleading with Anubis either to end these sweet torments or, on the contrary, to never end them.

Worlds were born and died before the medjay’s eyes. He saw majestic pyramids and statues turn into sand under the influence of thousands of years passing by in a single moment. He saw buildings reaching the sky, then collapsing to the ground, engulfed in flames. He witnessed the terrifying wrath of the Gods, a blinding sphere of fire and light that, in moments, reduced hundreds of thousands of people to ashes and turned an entire city into ruins. Jonahkt saw the birth of new stars and observed how they aged – long, infinitely long, but still, their time came to an end, and when it happened, Anubis came to take the last rays of their light.

The God's hand gently cradled the mortal's head. His eerie eyes were very close again; he kissed medjay again, made another thrust, and Jonahkt surrendered in the hands of truly divine pleasure that he had finally achieved. His body twisted in convulsions; he, unable to scream, gasped into Anubis's open lips, clinging to the God's shoulders. The last thing Jonahkt felt was something hot filling him. Then the overwhelmed consciousness of the mortal left him, and he hung limply in the God's arms, not feeling how Anubis tenderly touched his temples with his lips before gently laying him back on the bed.

Consciousness returned to Jonahkt reluctantly and slowly. Weakness enveloped his entire body, but it was oddly pleasant. Several minutes passed before the medjay could open his eyes and realize that he was lying on his stomach on a luxurious bed, gently covered with a blanket. He moved slowly, rolled onto his side, and suddenly remembered everything that had happened to him last night, understanding where he was.

Today, the God's chambers looked different. It was a spacious but entirely ordinary room, flooded with light from windows that were just beneath the ceiling and that Jonahkt hadn't noticed yesterday. There were many shelves, but they didn't disappear into infinity at all. And sitting on a carved chair behind the table was a man who leisurely drank wine from a golden cup and read some papyrus.

"Who..." Jonahkt croaked and coughed, trying to regain his voice that had been strained with yesterday’s activity. "Who are you?"

The man put aside the papyrus, set down the cup, and turned his head to look at Jonahkt. His eyes were ordinary, just like his hands and feet. There were no hieroglyphs on his pale, scarred skin. The man had slightly tired brown eyes, regular facial features, and long gray hair down just to his shoulders, loosely tied in the back with a golden comb.

"Do you not recognize me?" he asked with a low but entirely human voice, and a cheerful smile appeared on his lips.

The man extended his hand, and darkness began to cover it; his fingers lengthened, and claws appeared at their tips. His eyes reddened, and irises slowly split into two. However, it didn't last long, and after a few moments, everything disappeared. But it was enough for Jonahkt to understand that he was still facing a God, albeit in a more human form.

"It's quite exhausting," the man smiled wearily, and then his tone became more serious. "My name is Simenhotep Ouserkaf. Long ago, I was a priest of Amun Ra. He chose my brother as his vessel, and Anubis chose me. I went through inhuman tortures, and by enduring them I became the earthly incarnation of the God of the dead. But enough about me. Tell me, brave warrior, are you satisfied with your reward?"

Jonahkt's face flushed. He remembered everything that had kept his consciousness from slipping away and suddenly sat up, throwing off the blanket. He expected to see traces of the God's claws and teeth on his body, but his skin was clean, except for a few old scars.

"It would be awkward if you left in such a state," Simenhotep explained and rose to his feet, showcasing his inhuman height. "So, will you refuse to share wine and breakfast with me?"

"Who would refuse such an honor?" Jonahkt was still terribly shy, but no longer scared.

"Then get dressed and join me," Simenhotep said.

Next to Jonahkt's bed, he found his clothes intact, as if Anubis hadn't torn them with his claws just yesterday. He had no strength left to wonder, so the medjay quickly dressed and approached the table. Meanwhile, Simenhotep pushed aside the scrolls and a massive metal book, then golden plates with bread, cheese, and meat, as well as another cup filled with wine, appeared on the table from thin air. Anubis, or rather his earthly incarnation, brought another chair, and Jonahkt cautiously sat down, again expecting unpleasant sensations and yet again being mistaken.

"Help yourself," offered Saimenhotep, taking a piece of cheese and eating it with wine.

Only now did Jonahkt realize how hungry he was, so forgetting about all etiquette, he attacked the food. Simenhotep just smiled, watching how quickly the food disappeared from the luxurious golden plates. He managed to grab only a little for himself, but he didn't need it to live; it was only for his pleasure in the taste of drinks and food.

"Thank you," Jonahkt finally said, taking a sip of wine. "Thank you for everything. Especially for yesterday's reward."

Simenhotep smiled again, seeing how the brave warrior blushed like a boy.

"May I ask?" Jonahkt continued, and receiving an approving nod, he continued. "What happens next? I mean, with me. With us. Because I won't be able to forget what you gave me, even if I really wanted to, and I don't want to!"

"He likes you," Simenhotep said, and his eyes briefly flashed red. "And I like you too. So, come again."

"Just like that?" Jonahkt couldn't believe it. "And... when? How?"

"Whenever you want," shrugged the man or God. "As for how... that will be my concern. Don't worry; my prudish priests will receive the appropriate instructions. By the way, tell the high priest to come to me, let's say, when the shadows disappear."

Saimenhotep stood up, pushing away his cup, and Jonahkt understood that the audience was over. He also got up, circled the table, and felt the God's incarnation embracing him by the shoulders, escorting him to the door. As a farewell, Jonahkt received a kiss that wasn't as overwhelming as yesterday's but still very pleasant.

Exiting the God's chambers, Jonahkt realized that before him was a short corridor ending with doors leading out of the temple. The latter no longer seemed eerie and spooky – it was a large and majestic hall with a throne and statues, but it wasn't filled with a horrifying incomprehensible void. Slowly crossing it, Jonahkt somehow thought not about the God but about Simenhotep – a person who gave up everything to become the incarnation of Anubis. Perhaps, he felt very lonely here, within the walls of this temple. Maybe that's why he opened up to the medjay, realizing that he could accept this gift. Jonahkt touched his lips, still feeling the taste of the kiss, and thought that Simenhotep was incredible, and the brave medjay wanted to continue getting to know not only the God but also his earthly incarnation.

Approaching the gates, Jonahkt knocked on them, and after a moment, he heard the creaking of the opening mechanism. In the temple's antechamber, almost all the priests awaited him, and the high priest stood at the forefront.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Jonahkt said, a cheerful smile appearing on his lips as he looked at the high priest. "The God said that he will be waiting for you at noon. As for me, it's time to return to my duties." Bowing briefly, Jonahkt walked past the priests bewildered by such behavior and left the temple, feeling absolutely happy.

*Setep pai – «my chosen» in ancient Egyptian, also taken from ‘The Mummy’ - 2017 **Medjay – elite forces in ancient Egypt. ***Sa-u – a regiment in ancient Egypt, consisting of 200-250 soldiers. ****Shendyt – traditional male attire in ancient Egypt, something like a loincloth or skirt. *****Khopesh – an ancient Egyptian sword with a distinctive sickle-shaped design.

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