Chapter 1 The Caregiver #3
“With the way you use your body, I am not surprised. I have borne witness to your talents many times.”
He had?
“I will turn you over again now.”
“What? But I, um… well…”
“Yes?”
“I-I, uhh…”
“All will be well, young Nakht,” He said it so assuredly, but how could I believe that?
When Anubis rolled me over with the same effortlessness as before, there was no hiding the upright curve of my cock. I couldn’t tell if he noticed right away, for he adjusted me to lie upon the slanted headrest once more and then started back at my feet.
This time, Anubis alternated when washing and caressing each leg—foot then foot, shin then shin—but as he worked higher, I felt the moment when his piercing stare reached my shame.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, turning my head.
“And why is that?” The low growl of his voice coaxed my attention forward again.
He hadn’t stopped washing or massaging my legs, knee then knee, thigh then…
thigh. When he got there, he skirted around the drape of my cock to wash up my stomach.
He continued faster, wiping over my nipples and neck and down each arm, all much swifter than the rest, until returning beneath my hips, like he knew I could not bear to wait any longer.
But no. What was happening?
“Wai—”
He drew the cloth over my sac and up the length of me, and I pressed my head into the table with a cut off cry.
“Yes? You have something to say?” he asked, dropping the cloth with a plunk into the unseen basin, but not so he could stop.
He returned his hands to either crease between my thighs and hips and squeezed.
“Ah!” I bucked up, like I had wanted to grind into the table. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, as he slid his hands inward, thumbs finding my tender-skinned pouch and the base of my shaft.
“Is this not what you want?”
“I-I—”
“Your body seems to.” He dragged his thumbs up either side of my curving flesh.
“I-is this my test?” I blurted. “To ask you to stop?”
“No,” he answered plainly. “Though should you tell me to, I will.” He dragged his thumbs back down again with the same tender pressure. “This is part of your temptation, but you are allowed to reach completion without risk of failing.”
“Why?” I asked, for that confused me, even more with my mind drifting on a cloud of budding bliss. “Is this what I will face with all the gods?”
“In part.” He drew his hands from me, and I instantly craved their return. “For one question each of us wonders is…”
“What?”
“Whether you love Meryt with all your heart or only your body.”
“I—”
“You will have to prove which is true and resist should any of us wish to keep you.”
“Keep—”
Anubis tilted my chin up with his claws.
Then the claw of his long pointer finger tapped my lower lip.
I opened my mouth in reflex, and he slid his finger inside along my tongue.
He tasted of sweet spices similar to how he smelled, like the imported cardamon I had tasted in some of the treats at Pharaoh’s banquets.
He began to move the finger in and out of my mouth, and I instinctively started sucking. The little hairs of his fine fur tickled my tongue, while his other hand coiled around my shaft and began to stroke.
“Ngnn…” I moaned around his finger. His earlier cleansing and massaging of me had left my body heightened and responsive to even the barest brush, but to feel his soft-furred touch up my shaft and along my dripping head was like no sensation I had ever known before.
I whined again in want to speak.
Anubis pulled his finger free and tapped my lip again.
“Yes?”
“P-please…” I beseeched him. “Can Meryt see us?”
He paused in his leisurely stroking of me. “Do you wish for him to?”
“Always,” I said. “I wish for Meryt to be part of my every fulfilled desire. Not since we first confessed our feelings have we enjoyed such delights outside each other’s company.”
I did not know how to read the expressions of a jackal, but I thought Anubis smiled. “Then look.”
Before I could attempt to look in any direction, the bindings Anubis had unwrapped from me sprang up like snakes from either side of the table and bound around my limbs.
I yelped as they spun me around and pulled me down the table so my hips were angled up its elevation, displaying me for Anubis with legs spread.
He was clearly in command of the linen and moved to the head of the table to admire me.
He seemed impossibly taller, like he stood on some platform there, ready to unwrap his loincloth and take me.
The linen straps tightened where they bound me, parting my legs further and stretching my arms straight back along the table’s base.
I held my breath, both eager and hesitant about what came next, when another of the bindings wrapped around my neck to tilt my head back.
Distant, like down a previously unseen corridor, and upside down due to the angle, was my Meryt. He was there—here—and he looked exactly as he had when I last saw him alive, in his azure-sleeved dancer attire with similarly blue-toned lotus flowers adorning his hair.
He was beautiful, and he looked just as surprised to see me, as well as darkly flushed.
“You wish for him to bear witness?” Anubis asked.
“Yes. I would never deny him such a sight, just as I would enjoy watching him. But is it really my Meryt?”
“It is. But he can venture no closer. Not yet.” Anubis’s hands slid up my thighs, and I glanced back at where he stood at the ready to make me his.
But no, not fully, for I belonged to Meryt and Meryt alone. Not Pharaoh nor any god could lay more claim to me than my beloved. Ever.
And I would prove it.
I nodded my consent and dropped my head back again to meet my beloved’s stare.
Anubis’s tongue was the next thing that touched me, laving long and unfamiliar in its texture as it licked up the crease between my cheeks.
“Ah!”
Distant though Meryt was, I saw him grin, and his expressions I knew too well to doubt.
I looked at Anubis, for I needed to see his animal tongue in action, which was as black as the rest of him and wonderfully wet.
Its thick end began to prod and push inside me, wetting me as it entered.
I moaned without trying to stifle it, for this was a performance for my Meryt now, like all others before it.
After the retraction of Anubis’s tongue forced a guttural grunt from me, I sought once more to keep my eyes on my beloved.
“Your sounds of pleasure make quite the chorus,” Anubis said.
“All the better for my love to hear me.”
“Is that so?” He ran his hands up my thighs again, only this time, he lifted them and bent them backward, and some of my linen bindings shifted to move with me. Only the faint prick of Anubis’s claws interrupted the memory I clung to of Meryt having done this only just last night.
If Anubis noticed the scars between my thighs, he made no mention of them, though he had cleaned them earlier, wiping away the paint that usually covered them. Meryt had told me to claim they were the thumbprints of the gods. How true that was now, like I had never imagined could be real.
“The way you writhe and display yourself is also inviting,” Anubis said.
I was writhing, thoroughly enjoying myself now, for my body could be anyone’s so long as Meryt had my heart, especially when he could watch. “I have been bound before while being taken, but under Meryt’s gaze, I am free.”
“Free from what?”
“Everything.”
Anubis slid his hands down the back of my thighs again, with the claws of his thumbs tracing little circles into my skin as they neared my entrance. I feared no prick from them, and in fact, succumbed to their caresses as much as his fur, even when his claws traced my pucker.
The head of him pressing where his tongue had pierced brought my eyes to him again, seeing that his loincloth had merely been lifted, and with the fall of it, I could not see the rod that entered me.
It was… different than any I had taken before.
Larger. Textured so differently too. It felt as though every part of my insides sparked to life as his edges grazed me, with every other part of me drawn taut, utterly left to his whims. It was also naturally slick, either from prerelease or a mercy of the gods, mixing with the saliva he had left from his tongue.
“Then surrender to that freedom,” he said, “and let me ease the weight of your mourning.”
He speared me slowly and began to rock with each new portion given.
Watching Meryt watch us, I felt… loved, but also cared for instead of claimed.
Binding me this way and taking me on a similar slab to what Meryt lay on in the mortal realm was not Anubis taking control from me, as others who bed a slave might, but allowing me to give up the burden of having to do anything myself.
He was taking me but also giving and not expecting me to give anything in return, not even my attention, for that remained on Meryt , who seemed enraptured by me but also like a dream, or as if he thought he was dreaming.
I gasped as he hastened his pace, claws digging faint divots into my skin. Anubis was a true protector, caregiver, and nurturer, allowing me to surrender and enjoy, and to writhe and vocalize my passion all for the audience I longed to have closer.
Meryt could venture no closer—yet. But nothing stopped me from trying to lure him with my performance, for even if he could not draw closer, I would succeed and reunite with him soon.
I promised it in my moans and whimpers, beckoned him with my bound hands, and arched my back as if I could somehow reach him.
“Such beauty in how you move,” Anubis rumbled, “even limited by your bonds. You are truly captivating.” He slammed the last of himself into me, making me feel wonderfully full and close to bursting.
“I-I… would say I was trained well, my lord… and I wa—ahh!” I cut off into a longer howl from how Anubis rocked his hips faster, “I w-was… but also… it is because Meryt is near.”