F. W. Trevethyn

Anubian Nights

Elizabeth felt like a wizard of the modern era, waving a wand at the walls to decipher the meanings of the words carved into it. The new scanning equipment had her literally waving an illuminated baton over the hieroglyphs, the translation rendered in the display projected onto her glasses in real time. Of course, as a trained archaeologist she knew how to read and write the script (though speaking it was another matter) but it was a laborious process and mistranslations - while not frequent - did happen.

She marvelled at the inscriptions, the care taken to both carve the messages into the stone surface, as well as the skill of painting over and around them in such a vibrant array of colours. It was her first major discovery since arriving on site the week prior, and from the words blinking to existence in the bottom right of her vision, it would be a game changer.

Locks of chestnut-coloured hair bounced from the hastily tied bun at the back of her head, her pasty-white complexion marred by several smudges of dirt and dust; the result of her having to crawl through a waist-high passage to get to the room she was in. This also led to her tan slacks and white blouse becoming equally as dishevelled.

Elizabeth took a moment to stretch, her back protesting the constant arching and bending required to scan as high and low along the wall as possible; at just under six foot, the woman was just barely able to reach with the scanning wand fully extended. She placed the wand gently on the ground - tens of thousands of dollars worth of tech was in that stick - and took a step back to admire the illustration for afar. It really was a work of art, undisturbed for thousands of years.

Hands on her curvy hips, she twisted side to side, the pops of realigned vertebrae echoing through the chamber. And with a particularly forceful right twist, Elizabeth noticed a shimmer down one section of wall out the corner of her eye. Blinking as she faced the strange ocular occurrence she shone her flashlight in that area. And sure enough, the faintest glimmer sparked back. She picked the wand up and made her way over to the section of wall she had yet to scan.

Boots crunched the sandy floor beneath - despite being near-hermetically sealed up until that morning, a fine layer of the coarse material lay everywhere - as she carefully paced along the wall. She pulled a bar of dark chocolate from her pocket, intending to take a bite, but after seeing several familiar glyphs in a row all thoughts of that treat were abandoned in favour of intense curiosity. The text projected onto her glasses helped to solidify the translation already churning through her mind. She mumbled the words into existence, breaking the mostly quiet atmosphere.

“Offerings placed in- On the… hearth?” She glanced around for any obvious area for something to be placed as an offering, and found nothing. “Will be… measured? Weighed? Weighed, just as one would beyond.” She thought a moment “After... Afterwards?” Shaking her head she continued to scan the wall. “If found without- wanting. If found wanting a greater sacrifice? Tithe… no, sacrifice.” She argued with herself. “To satisfy the great-” Elizabeth caught her heart in her throat as she recognised the last word. The name. “Anpu… The Great Anubis.” 

Stepping backwards in amazement her boot bumped into a slightly raised portion of the floor. Elizabeth stopped herself from falling with some wild waving arm action, before turning to face the curiosity. Crouching down she pulled a thick brush from her belt and began brushing along the raised stone. It took several minutes, but eventually she had brushed away the sand along the edge of a very short plinth lined in gold that took up a reasonable portion of the room. 

The passage into this chamber had come from the east - due east to a precise degree - and opened into a roughly fifteen-foot-cubed chamber. Five foot from each wall marked the ‘edge’ of the plinth, and seeing her own footprints paced through the sand over several hours, Elizabeth was amazed she hadn’t bumped into - or stepped on it - yet. Obviously the allure of the walls had kept her far more interested than the seemingly empty centre of the room. Looking above the central plinth she could also see a narrow passageway leading up into the stonework above before branching off to the north. About twenty foot or so beyond the ceiling.

Elizabeth brushed a little more of the plinth away to discover the whole platform appeared to be lined in gold, or at least gold foil. She marvelled at the artistry and gently ran a finger along it. A chill shuddered through her, from her fingers to her toes and back. She reasoned her body was simply reacting to the knowledge that nobody had touched that surface in thousands of years, but deep down inside the woman knew it was something else. Something more disturbing.

Shaking the strange thoughts creeping into her mind, she turned back to the inscriptions and began scanning them again, hoping to get a better idea of what the chamber was about. She managed to discern that while the massive tomb complex - her fellows had managed to unearth several hundred mummified bodies so far, with more caches on the way to being accessed - had been active thousands of years prior, those placing their loved ones to rest here would leave offerings for Anubis in the hopes of fast-tracking their souls into the afterlife. 

Depictions of barley, figs, and all sorts of food and drink were painted onto the wall, while instructions for proper placement and treatment were inscribed beside and within the images. Completing the final wall, Elizabeth placed the scanner down, along with the wifi-enabled hard drive that had been weighing down her belt. She took out her phone and took a selfie of the room behind her before turning it around to take a photo of the closest wall. It wouldn’t quite fit, so she took a step back, and another, and another.

Creak…

Elizabeth’s head flicked back as her body reacted to the sudden extreme tilt of the floor, arm flinging her phone to ricochet off a wall as the floor swallowed her up. The dim glow of the portable light she had set up in the room illuminating just enough of the passage to show her the mechanism beneath the floor. Weights out of sight kept the stone slab just higher than floor level, but with enough mass - apparently less than a fully grown woman -  the slab would pivot, allowing the ‘offering’ to fall into the chamber below.

Or rather, a tunnel. The panicked scream she had released as the floor gave way was quickly knocked out of her when she hit the angled stone beneath her. Sand from the floor above flowed around her as her vain attempts to scramble up the smooth incline failed miserably. With chipped nails and scraped palms, another change in angle forced her onto her back, sliding down the incline like she would at a fun park.

And as soon as it had begun, it stopped. Cast into the air, Elizabeth closed her eyes, bracing for the impact of a stone floor after a hard fall. But stone was not what she encountered. With a deafening splash she slid below the water's surface. Surprised, she opened her eyes, seeing nothing but darkness. With the adrenaline pumping through her veins and knowing she only had a few seconds of air, Elizabeth quickly procured a glowstick from her back pocket and cracked it. As her eyes adjusted she watched the direction of the bubbles flow, righted herself and swam for the surface.

Chest burning she inhaled lungfuls of stale air, swirling her arms through the water to keep gasping mouth above the surface. After a few seconds of this she looked around. Beneath her she could barely see the white and blue tiled floor of what seemed to be a man made pool, perhaps twenty feet down through the crystal clear water. The chute opening where she had slid out of appeared to be nearly ten feet up the smooth marble wall behind her, and while this pool appeared to extend either side of her into the darkness, ahead - maybe a dozen feet away - was the edge of a white marble platform, several inches above the water's surface.

With nowhere else to go for now, Elizabeth made her way over to the pool's edge, hefting herself out of the water. Somewhat exhausted from her trip through the tomb’s secret tunnel, the woman lay down and took a moment to collect herself. She closed her eyes and thought back to what had happened.

“Shit.” She grumbled, her words echoing off the walls of the immense subterranean chamber as she remembered flinging her phone towards a wall. If it was still working, then it still wouldn’t do her any good because it was all the way up there. She fumbled to her side for the radio they’d insisted she clip to her belt, but it wasn’t there. She sighed, reasoning at least that might be at the bottom of the pool. She felt her back pocket, and pulled out one uncracked glowstick, and one that had managed to activate during her fall. She rolled over to the edge of the pool and dropped the already glowing yellowy-green stick into its depths. It sank slowly but gracefully before hitting the bottom of the pool with a dull thud.

The tile floor was bare. 

Elizabeth rolled over - still panting - to stare at the barely illuminated marble walls reaching up towards the darkness above. The room must have been truly immense, even with her eyes still adjusting to the light, she should be able to see a good thirty to fifty feet. But there was just darkness. 

After several minutes of nothing, Elizabeth stood. With the adrenaline wearing off and her body beginning to ache from the bumpy descent, she held the first glowstick aloft. A barely visible shape could be made out in the darkness further away from the pool side of the marble platform. With nowhere better to go, she started inward.

After several paces the shape became recognisable as a bed. And as she got closer, it seemed to just get bigger and bigger. By the time she was standing at its side, the padded mat must have measured twenty foot across, roughly circular and somewhat concave towards the center. Silken sheets lay ruffled across it along with an assortment of tassled cushions of all shapes and sizes. She circumnavigated the bed, and along one side found an area where the marble had been worn from it’s usual smooth patina. She inspected it with the glow stick and noticed it led in a direction away from the bed. 

Intrigued, and realising she might be in the bedroom of someone incredibly important, Elizabeth followed the worn stone. Where she expected to find the edge of the pool, she instead found a wide and sturdy marble bridge, though visually it seemed more an extension of the central marble dais than an actual separate bridge. She prepared to cross it when through the floor she could feel a vibration. 

Her heart raced. She looked around and aside from the bed there was no other object of note to hide behind. Hearing the individual footsteps get louder she panicked, and slid back into the water beside the bridge, diving under it as the doorway at the end of it was swung open.

And then there was light.

Braziers along each wall exploded to life, bathing the space in a rich orange glow as heavy footfalls padded over the bridge towards the bed. With her hand on one of the support beams for the bridge, Elizabeth could feel the sizable thud of whomever made the footsteps collapse on the bed. She pushed herself out from under the bridge and as carefully as possible, pulled herself up to peer over the platform’s edge. Elizabeth’s eyes registered the sight and informed her mouth before her brain could intercede, A shocked gasp silenced quickly, but not quick enough.

A Canid face whipped around, ears twitching to seek the source of sound as the humanoid figure stood. Like a nightmare he rose, black fur and golden eyes, claws the size of daggers and thick, tense muscles ready to pounce. And just as Elizabeth thought he’d stood to his height, he kept going, and going. Eight, ten, twelve feet tall… She could barely fathom his size. As he turned her way she ducked lower in the water, eyes scrunched, hoping he would not notice her.

A stream of sand poured from the chute into the water, catching the creature’s attention. He strode over to the water's edge and peered down, ears flattening as he spied the glow stick. The beastly figure snarled, and in a deep voice called out to the fire-lit room. <WHO DARES ENTER MY CHAMBER!> The words echoed around the space as well as Elizabeth’s mind. She knew those sounds, she had read them, and written them, but never heard them. But they felt as clear to her as her own language.

As The figure darted around the space, searching for the intruder, Elizabeth made her choice. She was scared - more than she’d ever been in her life - but even in such a state, the cogs in her mind still turned. If she was to die, it would be on her own terms. She placed both hands on the marble platform and pulled herself up, making no effort of stealth or speed. By the time she had gathered herself and stood to her height, she wiped the water from her eyes and blinked. 

Directly in front of her - maybe two feet away tapping impatiently on the floor - was a large canid paw.  Each toe was as thick as a grapefruit, and tipped with a particularly sharp-looking golden claw. Elizabeth gulped. Her eyes flowed up the figure; muscular legs met thick thighs. The golden skirt this being was wearing did it’s best to hide the genitals behind, but from her vantage point she could see the deformation across the front of the garment was quite obvious. 

Part of her mind was incredibly curious, but fortunately the rest was more reasonable and forced her eyes to break from the hypnotically throbbing golden skirt. She traced her gaze along the beings toned abs up to the tensed arms lain across it’s chest. And beyond that the terrifyingly powerful gaze of a god stared back at her.

Elizabeth froze. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming and trying to make it to the doors before this beast ate her. But in that moment of behavioural stand-by mode, the rest of her brain was thinking. And everything finally clicked. “Anubis…” She breathlessly gasped.

<Of course, you’re one of THEM…> Anubis spoke with detestation in his voice.

“A-Anpu. Anpu. Sorry, Sorry…” She blurted out, realising the god had taken offence to the name the Greeks had given it.

Anubis cocked an eyebrow. <Interesting.> He doubled over, extending a long, thick index finger to poke her shoulder with its claw. He growled <You are not yet dead. You should not be here.>

“I’m sorry, Anpu.” She clasped her hands together and bowed, trying not to make eye contact. “I discovered the room for your offerings, and-”

<I do not understand your speech.> He boomed, interrupting her with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“Uh, Uh… Shit…” Elizabeth cursed herself for knowing the writing itself, but not the phonetics of it. She glanced around the room, and spotted her glowstick, discarded by the edge of the pool. She put her hands up - palms out - and backed towards the waters edge, retrieving the rod slowly. Anubis stared at her the entire time, curious to see what she was doing, and what that item was. She shook it again before drawing a small pocket knife and slicing off one end. Then kneeling down on the marble floor, and preparing her mind to write upside down for the God before her, Elizabeth took a deep breath. Glowing glyphs were soon traced onto the floor. ‘No want intrude. Peace to you. Apology.’ 

<You can write, but not speak. You continue to interest me. You can understand me, yes?> Elizabeth answered the god by quickly writing ‘Yes’ underneath her other glyphs. <You understand the old words then. Good.> He crouched down to better see Elizabeth's writing, though would still have been eye to eye with her had she still been standing given his height.

She continued. ‘Name E-liz-a-bet. Scholar. See art. Beauty. Fall offering stone. Fall Pool.’

<A Scholar?> He looked to her with an expression of contemplation and silent judgement. <What of?>

Elizabeth looked from the god to the floor, her glowstick and back. How was she going to tell him she was effectively studying him and all the other ‘dead’ gods… She wasn’t even really sure how to describe ‘Egypt’ as a concept.

‘Knowledge. Old. Before.’ She shrugged, trying to think of the right word to use ‘Gone People Knowledge.’ 

<A Scholar of History.> She nodded. He looked her up and down. <Do you bring an offering?> Anubis knew it was a silly request given the sudden and accidental nature of her arrival, but he wanted to see what her response would be. Without skipping a beat she pulled from her pocket the unopened - and still dry inside - bar of chocolate. Though seeing his expression at it’s size she also procured the hip flask from a pouch on her belt. She’d already had a swig earlier that day after discovering the passage and chamber, but it was otherwise reasonably full of a single malt whiskey.

Anubis seemed to consider her gifts for a moment before noticing her shivering as she held them out. <Come.> He stood up, once more towering over the woman as he took the gifts in one hand and turned toward his bed. As the skirt flicked around, Elizabeth caught a glimpse of a truly massive manhood hidden beneath the fabric. Despite being mostly flaccid it was significantly larger than most erect members she’d had the pleasure of being acquainted with. He made it to his destination in a handful of steps and only a few seconds, so blinking herself back to reality Elizabeth stood and followed.

<I welcome you to my chamber.> He said, waving a hand before her politely. <Please disrobe, I shall fetch fire to dry your clothes.> He walked over to the doors and pulled a brazier off the wall. Upon returning he slotted the spike at the bottom into a hole in the marble. 

Elizabeth was torn. On the one hand, getting out of those clothes to dry would be a must if she wished to get warm. But being in front of a stranger in her undergarments was not a welcome prospect. However, reasoning  her health should win over prudeness she reluctantly began to strip. Anubis kept his eyes on her, more out of fascination than ogling. Her form was curvy, but as she stretched her arms over her head, it was obvious from her abs that beneath the occasional layer of fat, there was an athletic build. With nought but a sports bra and panties left, Elizabeth stepped aside from the clothes spread out on the marble near the flame. 

She stood before the brazier to warm herself up, while Anubis reclined on the bed. He studied her for several minutes, which initially had her concerned but that worry slowly turned to her own form of intrigue. Anubis would have seen thousands, maybe millions of women before, so that surely couldn’t be what he was thinking. But if he were used to handling the dead, a live woman would certainly be interesting to the god.

Before she could stop it, her mind flashed back to that bulge. She wondered how long it had been since he’d gotten laid. Somewhere deep down in her memories of her research she remembered He’d had a child, a daughter maybe. She was snapped out of it by Anubis’ deep voice. <You appear dry, please, sit.> He patted a cushion a few feet from his shoulder as he lay on one side staring at her. 

Elizabeth gulped at first, but soon nodded and moved to the cushion, kneeling upon it as she looked into his massive canid face. The flickering fire of the brazier caused the gold in the gods eyes to dance, a majestic and breathtaking sight that had the woman lost in his gaze for minutes before he spoke again. <Are you hungry?> Elizabeth thought to the chocolate bar, but realised the sandwich she’d had before scanning was still settling in her stomach. She shook her head and looked down, still not sure what the etiquette was for looking a god in the eyes.

<You need not worry. I will not harm you.> He spoke gently. <Those who enter this place are usually dead before they get here, so there is little here that would find you… appetizing.> His hesitation on that last word left Elizabeth in a strange mix of worry and arousal. She gulped again, feeling her neck flush and cheeks blush. Anubis held out the chocolate and flask <These are strange offerings. What are they?> 

Elizabeth realised the flask was sealed, so he’d be unable to tell what was inside, and chocolate… given it’s south-american origin would he even know what that is? She shuffled closer to the deity, able to pick up the subtle musk of his fur as she took the flask from his massive, frypan sized palm. “Whiskey.” She said, unscrewing the cap. She offered the vessel for him to smell, which he did so. The gods eyes lit up at the scent, something new, and something strong. He took the flask and tipped near to half the contents into his mouth before swilling it around. Then with a satisfied gulp he moaned his approval. 

The moan sent shivers through Elizabeth's body, the woman eliciting her own smaller moan as she felt herself getting turned on by the God. She calmed herself and took a breath or two. The deity didn’t seem to notice her brief lack of composure, or if he did he was keeping it to himself. <And what of this?> He eventually asked, poking the plastic-wrapped treat with a claw.

Elizabeth took it from him cautiously, then finding the right angle tore the wrapper open to reveal the brown block inside. He looked it over, clearly not impressed by its appearance before the smell hit him. “Chocolate. Dark Chocolate.” She said nervously, breaking off a third of the bar. “With Almonds.” The concept of the god having an allergic reaction left her mind as swiftly as it entered it. Anubis though, instead of taking the piece simply opened his mouth to present his tongue.

Her heart leapt into fifth gear, beating hard and fast as a maw large enough to swallow her head whole opened only a couple feet in front of her face. Steeling herself with as much willpower as she could, Elizabeth reached out to place the piece of chocolate on Anubis’ outstretched tongue. Placing it down she saw those jaws slowly closing, and froze. His mouth closed around her hand gently, teeth barely scraping against her wrist as his tongue lapped up the length of her fingers. 

Another shudder tore through the woman's body, and it was obvious that Anubis noticed. He smiled before pulling back, allowing her hand to slide free of his muzzle as he closed his eyes to savour the taste. He moaned again, Elizabeth suffering the same reaction, scrunching her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate on not getting so turned on. When she opened them however, she had the wolf-headed god almost nose to nose with her, staring deep into her soul.

<Do you desire me?>

Those words filled Elizabeth with as much lust as they did fear. The logical part of her wanted nothing to do with that monster cock, and everything to do with getting back to her tent. But a carnal need had grown within her over several years, with wants and desires she knew no man could give her naturally. Elizabeth’s breathing became ragged as the thoughts of laying with this god invaded her mind. She might have thought it was his own mind tricks forcing that view on her if she hadn’t dreamt of similar things in the past. Large members. Massive ones. Far too big for a normal man. She’d resorted to toys but they weren't the same; silicone was no substitute for the real thing.

<Elizabet.> Anubis growled, his voice deeper but softer as he placed one hand just next to her thigh. <Do. You. Desire. Me?>

“Aywa…” The word found its way to her tongue <Yes.> she repeated.

Whatever Elizabeth was expecting, was not what she got. Anubis rolled to all fours in front of her, planting his tongue on her panties before licking slowly up her body. The broad, firm pressure glid across her covered pussy lips and ground against her clit before sliding gently up across her abs and between her breasts. She gasped at the sensation, but the deity was not done. His slickened muscle continued along her collarbone to flick up at Elizabeths neck. As she moaned from the sensual assault, she soon found that tongue inside her mouth, fighting her own before the canid lips descended to meet hers.

She moaned loudly into Anubis’ mouth, reaching a hand up to stroke along his muzzle. Her mind was all but screaming about how this was a bad idea, but the needy beast inside refused to listen. Her tongue battled with his for dominance, but there was no real fight. As soon as he was done playing he turned his head, jaw opening so teeth would graze down her cheeks while thrusting his tongue down her throat. Elizabeth's eyes bulged, but before she could gag Anubis had withdrawn.

<Disrobe.> He demanded. And without hesitation, Elizabeth complied. She quickly unbuckled her bra, releasing her bust to the tepid temple air. The weighty orbs easily filing a C-cup bounced perkily from their sudden freedom, much to the god’s delight. Then the woman hooked her thumbs through the sides of her panties and leaned forward, sliding them down her thighs before sitting back on her rear to pull them the rest of the way off. Once she was done she realised she was laying on her back, spread-eagled before Anubis’ hungry glare.

Before Elizabeth could sit upright - or even ask what he wanted her to do next - Anubis crawled forward and licked again up her body. But this time his tongue pressed hard against the woman’s labia, the final flick serving to push in several inches before grinding flatly against her sensitive clit. Elizabeth's gasp quickly turned to a moan as the broad muscle pulled at her naked skin from one set of lips to another. Once the god had kissed her gently, he returned his attention to between her thighs.

Elizabeth’s back arched as Anubis’ long, thick tongue speared her slick passage, diving deeper than any tongue - or cock - had ever gone before. Her body shuddered, a low, rumbling growl vibrating through her to bring the woman to orgasm. Her muscles clamped down on Anubis’ tongue, which amused him enough to press it further into her, showing his strength and desire to play with her. It was not long before she could feel the tongue pressing against an inner wall, a puckered muscle at its center. She could feel Anubis poking and prodding the clenched obstruction with his talented tongue, attempting to open it and allow him access.

But this was a part of her anatomy that was not willing to cooperate. It remained tightly sealed despite the god’s insistence. Realising he might have to try more forceful methods with that, he returned to lapping up the woman’s juices. His tongue curled around at it’s tip like a dog drinking water, and pulled back; the vacuum left behind popping as soon as the tongue broke the seal at the entrance. Elizabeth was gasping at the sensation, which Anubis revelled in.

A caretaker of the dead he absolutely was. But it was not Anubis’ entire existence. He had down time allowed by the gods, and this human just happened to find him at the right time. He was more than happy to show this Elisabet how virile and capable a God was over mere mortals. Not to mention the millennia-long streak of him sleeping alone seemed about to be broken.

“AH! Anpu! A-Anpu!” Elizabeth cried, her body shaking from the onslaught against her senses. The Gods tongue was wreaking absolute havok inside her, stroking her deepest depths with a gentle firmness, the rough top grinding against her most sensitive parts before exciting her clit and leaving her freshly licked pussy open to the cool air. Then - with only the briefest of pauses for Elizabeth to gather herself, Anubis launched back into her with his foot-long tongue. “I-I… Fuuuuuu…”

Diving in one last time, Anubis felt Elizabeth’s passage constrict around him, another climax rocking her body. His massive hands wrapped around a thigh each as he thrust his tongue as deep and hard as possible. His canines ground against her mound as the gods mouth opened wider, his muzzle attempting to form a seal around her pussy as he furiously tongue-fucked the woman’s sensitive, spasming hole. She writhed and squirmed in his powerful grip, her climax overriding her body’s response to the intense tongue-fucking she was recieving.

With the fiery glow of the brazier casting an orange flicker across the sweat-slicked body of Elizabeth, the god pleasuring her withdrew, allowing her a moment of peace to wind down. But he was far from done. With the swish of a large furry hand the golden skirt slid from his frame to lie crumpled on the marble floor. Elizabeth looked up and saw Anubis in all his glory, a semi-erect pole jutting out from his pelvis, bobbing gently as it’s length and girth continued to increase.

The God fully expected Elizabeth to cower at his immense size. For her, the tip of his cock alone was as large as her fist, the length exceeding that of her forearm. And it was slowly growing. <Do you continue to desire me?> He asked playfully, waiting for her fearful apology and pleas to leave. But it didn’t come.

“Aywa! Aywa!” much to Anubis’ shock, Eliasbeth spread herself before him, offering her recently stretched hole for him to lodge himself. “Please, Anpu.” She couldn’t take her eyes of the almost-human cock. It was gold in colour, and absolutely massive. Like a man’s member it was capped with a mushroom-like glans, and the shaft was mostly the same thickness down to it’s base; underneath which swung two massive, furry, grapefruit-sized balls.

<You wish to be my bitch for the night?> He asked, taking several steps towards her.

“Aywa, I am your bitch.” She moaned, hooking her fingers inside the well lubricated entrance, parting them to offer the god her hole.

That was all Anubis needed. He knelt down before Elizabeth and pressed his cock tip to her glistening entrance. Unable to help herself, she reached out to rub the head of the massive tool, which was easily larger than a baseball. She gulped, years of desire and wanton need had culminated in this moment. Finally, a cock she could be happy with. But as Anubis pressed himself against her pussy, she felt those swollen lips spreading, stretching beyond the usual amount. “Oh, oh fuck...” She cried, head flicking back against the mattress as the exquisite pleasure turned to a stinging pain. “Fuck!”

And just as that part of her mind broke through with the intent of stopping her from being split open, she felt a subtle ‘pop’ as the god’s head slipped inside her. It was a profound feeling; the sense of fulfillment, the realisation of a long awaited desire, both wrapped around the very simple and piercing pain of needing to accommodate it. Lights flashed before Elizabeths eyes, mysterious fireflies of pain and pleasure befuddling her broken mind. Her body tensed as Anubis slowly pushed deeper; Elizabeth was no longer in control.

Hands dropping to her sides, she moaned contentedly at every inch gently impaling her. His shaft’s girth was slightly easier to handle than the suddenness of the godly member’s bulbous head, but after several inches it too began to thicken, sparking pinpricks of pain through her stretched passage. “Anpu…” She groaned, voice warbling and guttural as he filled her like no man had before. Hearing his name spoken so lustfully caused the god to lose a little of his concentration and give the woman a small thrust, ramming himself to half his length in one swift stroke. 

Elizabeths mouth hung agape, deformed by a silent scream of pain as the massive cock slammed hard against her cervix. Her brain finally connected enough dots that she was in a truly life-threatening situation; that throbbing shaft combined with the gods immeasurable strength would no doubt split her in two if she were not careful. But despite this sudden and full realisation of her predicament, there was a small part of her mind just shrugging, thinking ‘Hey, if we’re gonna go out, might as well be this way…’ But before she could consider her options further, Anubis gently withdrew.

He had felt the end to her passage and while frustrated that he was unable to pry open her womb with his adept tongue earlier, he relented for now to only getting as far as he had. He sighed, bringing himself out as far as the glans, holding it there until Elizabeth calmed. He had the power to take her whether she wanted to or not, but unlike some other deities he preferred consent.

Anubis holding back at her entrance was blissful at first. The sense of fullness replaced with emptiness and the anticipation of being filled once more. But Elizabeth soon became puzzled and needy as the god held his member there longer and longer. She had recovered from the initial shock and pain of his last thrust, and desperately wanted more. At first she whined, her hips attempting to wriggle further down the bed to force his cock inside her, but he just knelt there with a raised eyebrow; judging her insolence at trying to force a god to do what she wanted. After a forceful glare from Anubis, Elizabeth stopped her wriggling and took a different tack. “Please Anpu. Please fuck me.”

The god grinned, his golden teeth glimmering in the glow of the nearby fire. <I do not understand your words, Elisabet.>

A Shiver ran down the woman’s back as she felt the growled syllables wash over her body. She took a deep breath, and spoke from somewhere deep inside. The syllables sounded so foreign, but as soon as they left her mouth they made sense. <Breed me, Anpu. I am yours!>

The god’s grin faltered, a hint of concern visible to Elizabeth as she waited for his response. <To breed you would require… changes.> He spoke, gyrating his hips ever so slightly as he placed his large furry hand on her belly. Claws lightly scraped along her sin as he vaguely gestured at what would need to be altered.

Elizabeth moaned at the gentle rhythm and light scratches. What little logic left in her lust addled mind questioned what changes the god intended, but deep down she knew. He needed more room. And she was happy to give it to him. “Aywa.” She nodded, giving her permission for whatever he saw fit, hoping to at least retain the body she had spent so much time caring for and toning up. She doubted he’d turn her into a dog or other animal, but after saying yes, the woman was quickly filled with doubts.

With her permission given, Anubis snapped his fingers, the sound as loud as a crack of thunder as the walls echoed with the noise. It snapped Elizabeth out of her doubts and focused it instead on the subtle sliding noise coming from behind her. As she realised what the sound was her eyes grew wide and the instinctual response kicked in. She sat upright quickly, trying to pull herself off the bed to avoid the asp weaving its way over to the bed. However, Anubis quickly pinned her back down with a firm shove from his paw-like hand.

As the snake approached it eyed Elizabeth with a strange intelligence. It knew what it was summoned for and was judging the mortal for it. Elizabeth gulped; it was easily the largest asp she’d ever seen, more similar in size to a python than it’s viper kin. Anubis stared at Elizabeth, waiting for her reaction as the snake closed the distance, it’s forked tongue easily picking up her scent as it manoeuvred around her legs to gaze up at her mound. Muscular lengths of the reptile wound behind it, bunching up threateningly as Elizabeth stared. She knew in any other situation she’d have run by now, but the God was in control. What little of her mind that wasn’t screaming at how insane this all was, was repeating over and over that Anubis would take care of her, wouldn’t let harm befall her; though she had no idea where that part of her mind was getting any evidence for this.

Suddenly the woman was snapped out of her thoughts by a blur of movement and twin jolts of piercing pain between her legs. The snake had lunged, planting it’s fangs either side of her moist lips and biting down hard. Too in shock to react or even vocalise her pain, Elizabeth silently screamed into the flickering light of the subterranean chamber. She wished for Anubis to remove the snake, but as he knelt closer, the god instead did the opposite. He pushed the head of the snake down, massaging it’s cheeks to flush more of it’s venom out. Wide eyed and beginning to panic, Elizabeth looked at the asps eyes, the black slits surrounded by glimmering red stared back mockingly.

<Breathe.> Anubis spoke, his voice calm but stern. <Breathe and wait.> She did her best, taking several deep breaths, a pained whine replacing her exhale as the fiery venom became a subdued, heated throb. She looked to her skin around the asps bite and was taken aback by it’s colouring. Rivulets of molten gold seemed to pour from the wound, running down her abs and across her sides to the sheets below. Meanwhile under the skin she could see the subtle golden glow of it slowly pulse through her veins to the rhythm of her fast beating heart.

Elizabeth looked on as the golden glow continued up her stomach and across her chest until like a firework it reached her heart. Expecting this, Anubis released the snake in favour of holding Elizabeth close to him, her spasming body restrained as the venom could now spread faster through her. For Elizabeth it was the most painful experience she had yet lived though. Every nerve was on fire, every inch of her body feeling as though it had been stabbed, burned and frozen all at the same time.

And then as fast as the pain spread, it receded. First from her belly, then spreading to her chest, heart and outwards. Leaving in its wake a dull throb and effervescent tingles. Her venom-induced seizures having stopped, Anubis laid the woman back down on his circular mattress. For a moment she lay there silently, but as the god turned to face her instinct took over and she backhanded his muzzle with a deafening slap.

As soon as the sound echoed through the chamber, Elizabeth realised what she’d done. Anubis took several deep breaths before turning back to her. <A lesser one would not have survived the gift I chose to bestow.> He rubbed his jaw, a hint of amusement across his face. <But you are worthy.> He held a finger out for her to see and extended a golden claw. She could tell it was beyond sharp. Any sharper and merely thinking of it could draw blood. He slowly brought the tip down upon Elizabeths collarbone and dragged it partway down her left breast; right over her hastily beating heart.

The concept of this god’s gift finally fell into place in Elizabeths mind. Anubis had - to a certain extent - made her body indestructible. The horrifying ordeal that led to such a miracle was one she was both reluctant to ever allow to happen to her again, while also entirely willing to endure if it meant what she thought it meant. She again looked down to her injured mound, surprised to see the two holes left by the asps venomous bite slowly closed to leave a permanent golden scar at the point of puncture. She ran her hand across the area, the small smudges of venom wiped away by her fingers; causing the fingertips to tingle until the fluid was absorbed. Then, turning to face Anubis, she tried to thank him, but instead uttered a series of syllables she both understood and never knew how to say <Thank you for your gift, your blessing.>

Anubis nodded in recognition of her respect before crawling up over her like before. His rear hunched down until the bulbous tip of his cock pressed against Elizabeths entrance once more. <Are you willing to try again?> Anubis teased, gyrating his hips just enough to stretch her hole with the girth of his cock head.

“Mmmmmm… Aywa…” Elizabeth moaned, writhing under the massive figure as she anticipated the fucking she was about to get. Anubis placed a hand down on each of her shoulders, his thumb hooked under her armpit as his fingers curled around, gripping her tightly. She bit her bottom lip and scrunched her eyes shut as inch by inch he drove his cock into her slick passage. “F-Fuck!” She elated as the thick cock pressed against her cervix. Then she felt something strange inside her, as her depth became deeper. Elizabeth was being stretched in a way she’d never been stretched before, the god pushing into her with enough force to alter her now more resilient body instead of breaking it. 

“A-Anpu…” She groaned, feeling her insides squish and contort as the god pushed harder and deeper. “Oh, oh god…” She mumbled, her internals being molded into a new shape to fit the deity about to ravish her. Then she felt him bottom out, his pelvis against hers as he stopped his advance and held her there.

<I shall breed you. Properly, this time.> In one swift movement Anubis pulled out so far that his cock head was barely touching the woman’s nether lips before plunging back in to the hilt. Elizabeths sight was immediately filled with sparkling static; iridescent patterns playing across her eyes while her body acclimatized to the massive member railing her. Tingles spread through her body as the mighty member stretched her body further and further, her muscles tight around it more because they couldn’t relax any further than they already were, despite still trying to grasp at the meaty jackhammer pumping away below.

A cry of pure bliss left Elizabeth’s mouth, her warbled acceptance of Anubis’ rough fucking silenced just as quickly by the god’s slick tongue pressing against her own as their lips once again met in a passionate embrace. Holding her tight with one arm, his lips clamped against hers, Anubis rolled over onto his back. The change of position allowed both Gravity to aid him in sating his lust, and a slightly different angle for the both of them which seemed immediately to push a handful of Elizabeths buttons.

Her mind came screaming out of the haze that had blanketed it for the last few minutes to look down on the hungry eyes of this god - her god - as he thrust upwards into her. He’d gotten a better grip on her waist, and with both hands was pumping her furiously along his girthy shaft as though she were a simple fleshlight. She managed to shift her legs forward to straddle either side of his hips, but otherwise let those muscles relax, the god was clearly getting things done himself. With each bounce she looked down to her belly and saw it distend as the thick pole slammed inside her, pushing aside most of her organs and up against her diaphragm It was a miracle she wasn’t bleeding internally, something the snake’s venom had obviously seen to. 

With several climaxes behind her, Elizabeth was able to finally clear her mind a little of what was going on. She knew the look on that god’s face, he was not going to stop until she was filled with his cum. Fortunately the last bit of logical reasoning in her lust-addled mind had packed up for the day, so she simply moaned, pressing down against the bulge every time Anubis bottomed out, causing him to grunt needily.

<My time draws near.> He growled, holding her down so his member would twitch and throb inside her. 

Elizabeth could tell he was close without him saying so, and perhaps him doing so was his way of giving her one last out. But she’d already decided she was there for the whole ride, there was no way she was leaving before the best part. She leaned forward, and Anubis allowed her to place a finger on his chest. There she drew several heiroglyphs, which took a moment to register in the canid gods mind. ‘Fill. Seed. Belong.’

Anubis wasted little more time, one thumb sliding down her frame to press against her clit, massaging it gently. The other hand groped over her breast, finding her nipple and pressing against it before pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Elizabeth moaned loudly. “Oh yeah! Oh God yeah!” Feeling that massive throbbing member so close to bursting inside her, coupled with the sudden attention to her most sensitive - and mostly ignored - areas, sent Elizabeth’s body into overdrive. 

And thats when they both felt it. Somewhere deep inside, part of the woman puckered. Elizabeth felt that muscle twitch and upon realising it’s existence, desperately tried to get it to loosen up. With an orgasm soon flooding her mind she silently begged the universe, pleaded for it to give her the power to grant Anubis access to the furthest reaches of her womb. And as if on cue, it did.

As Elizabeth came, the gates opened, that last obstacle in Anubis’ path cleared away. His cock throbbed, eager to fill the sudden space, and as he pulled her down they felt the head pop inside. It was far warmer than the god was used to, and a completely different texture on top. Unable to hold back, Anubis roared his desire into the large chamber.

Elizabeth was wholly unprepared for everything to come next. Her eyes bulged out at the sheer force of the god’s ejaculation, her womb felt as though it had been the target of a firehose as several cups of glowing jism erupted into the tightly packed space. She felt her gut expand from yet more cum as the echo of Anubis’ lust bounced around the walls and inside her head. 

She looked down to her belly again, eyes starting to lose their sight from all the fuzzy little shapes pouring in from the sides of her vision, but she could clearly see with each spurt of seed, her belly lurched, the bulge growing larger and larger. Inside it felt warm, almost hot, and very very needed. Her body was betraying her, sending her signals that there was absolutely nothing wrong, in fact quite the opposite. Being filled like this was perfectly fine, even desired. Somewhere deep down she knew no human should be able to survive what she was experiencing, but the knowledge that she was put all those fears to rest.

Anubis grunted, yanking Elizabeth upwards, almost pulling her free of his cock before slamming her back down. This time the tip of his member easily penetrated her womb, repressurising it with another spray of godly cum as his first few loads trickled down her inner thighs to pool on his abs. She moaned deeply as each blast of jism splashed against her inner walls, pushing her belly out inch by inch. Her belly bloated, and the pressure too much even for the god to take, he slowly withdrew, allowing the beleaguered woman to collapse on his chest. Over a foot of cock pulsed behind her, showering her back and hair in the faintly glowing cum as her mind slowly returned to the present.

Elizabeth’s body finally caught up with her mind and released the breath she’d been holding. Gasping for air she heaved atop the god’s torso, soon comforted by his large hands holding her gently in place. “Anpu…” She sighed, her hand sliding through the cum pool beneath her to grope his chiseled pecs.

<Truly impressive.> He spoke softly, his voice tinged with an air of respect and amazement. <You have earned your freedom.> He stroked down Elizabeths back and along her sides, comforting her while she got her breath back, the heaves and gulps slowly turning to sighs and whines as her gaping hole began to close up. She could feel the still warm seed of this god pooled inside her, filling her womb so full it felt like it would burst.

“Freedom?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper. 

Anubis understood her tone even if the meaning of the word itself was lost on him. <I may guide souls to their judgement, but that does not mean I don’t know how to guide you back to the living world.> He stroked down her back again, then allowed his fingers to continue down the inside of one of her legs, eliciting a gasp from the woman. <Of course, should you stay you would be well looked after.>

Elizabeth looked to her clothes on the floor, the chute she’d arrived in and lastly up into the deity’s golden gaze. Everything she’d worked for was back in the world of the living. Her equipment, her academic reputation, everything. She thought hard, tried to separate her mind from the post-orgasmic bliss she was experiencing.

<Do you require time to consider my proposal?> Anubis asked, shifting the woman until she was sitting - still on his lap - facing him. Elizabeth took a deep breath and gave him her answer.

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The braziers flared to life as Anubis strode into his chamber. He propped his flail and staff against a small stand on the corner of the marble plinth before making his way over to his mattress. Where he stopped, wide-eyed at the sight before him. <How was your day, love?> Elizabeth moaned, her silken robe barely covering her as she lay propped up on a pillow.

<Far better now, Elisabet.> He growled affectionately kneeling before her, one large claw tracing gently down between her breasts to her pregnant belly. <Far better now.>