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While writing Pet of the Tentacles, this Idea popped into my head. Basic plot, guy finds something in the deserts of Egypt that is more valuable than treasure. Enjoy

Posted to FA on 10/29/09

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Another day in the lesser of two hells. This is the glamorous life of an explorer. Though I suppose a 60-degree day in Cairo beats a 15-degree day in Scranton. Anyways, I have a busy day ahead me revealing the long lost past of ancient Egypt. There is a rumor of an undiscovered site from around 1000 BCE, located about 140 miles to the south-southwest of the Giza Plateau. What the site contains is unknown; could be a tomb of an unknown pharaoh, a temple to a long forgotten deity, or a simple granary with supplies that rotted into dust long ago. While my source is a bit of a drunkard, I have nothing better to do, so I might as well chase some lead regardless of its validity.

Hopping in an old land rover, I depart from Cairo heading towards my unknown destination. With a long drive ahead of me, and no radio to occupy me, I spend my time thinking of where I've been and where I'm going. I feel little attachment to my fellow human beings, which is one of the reasons I like my job of scouting unknown sites. The Natural World and what people leave behind are infinitely more interesting than the nightlife in Cairo; or any city for that matter. A brief stop over at the Pyramid of Khufu, the last remaining Seven Wonders of the Ancient World and the tallest man made structure for 3,800 years, confirms my train of thought.

Having driven for several hours, I begin to notice strange occurrences. For starters, my satellite phone is becoming increasingly unreliable. One minute it will have top notch reception, the next it will have none at all. Interestingly enough my GPS unit is acting up as well. While I'm in the middle of the Sahara, there is as of yet little reason to be concerned. After a few more minutes of driving through the desert, I come to the unsettling realization that I don't know where I am. I consult my GPS unit, only to find it non-functioning. This on its own would not be distressing, but my sat phone has no reception as well. By this point I'm far off the beaten track, and having consulted my topographic map, I can find no familiar landmarks with which to orient my self. No surprise, since this area is not accurately mapped.

Having stopped in a valley between several sand dunes, I surveyed the unfamiliar countryside. It is with this that I noticed a stone doorway in the side of one of the larger dunes. With nothing else to do I moved over to look at the sealed doorway. It is composed of two doors roughly 2.5 meters square, covered in giant hieroglyphs, and appears to open like french doors. While I'm not an expert on the Egyptian language, the inscriptions are easy enough to read. It roughly translates as, 'Let what is buried here remain for all time, For its danger cannot be understated.' In all my years of exploring, I have never seen inscriptions like this; not on a tomb or a temple or any site for that matter. Across the center seam of the doors there is a strip of well-preserved cloth with writing that indicates it to be a seal of some variety.

Judging by the weak seal, this site was most likely concealed by the sand dune that surrounding it. More than likely I am one of the first one to discover it. I doubt that this is the site that my source had found, considering that it is from outward appearances undisturbed. After retrieving a crow bar and flash light from my land rover, I returned to the door and using my pocket knife, slice open the weak seal.

Looking at the door, I find myself having cold feet for the first time in all my years of exploring. For some reason, this site brings out an ominous feeling with in me. I wonder whether entering this place is truly a good idea.

While thinking about this I am reminded of one of my grandfathers sayings, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained.' With my courage back in full force, I preyed open the door and venture into the unknown.

The doors are only about 1.5 inches thick so they are not to heavy. Since it lacks foul odor, this site is most likely not a tomb. It does however have a dry stuffy scent, which is understandable considering that this place has been sealed for thousands of years.

The first chamber was of a foyer like nature with paintings of various deities of the Egyptian pantheon. Other than that there is no distinguishing features to the antechamber. On the left wall of the room is a doorway that leads to a downward staircase. Having thoroughly explored the antechamber, I headed down the stairs and out of the blazing desert sun.

Arriving at the landing, a fantastic sight greeted me. On the other side of the door way was a twenty foot long by ten foot wide room, whose wall were covered with beautiful frescos that looked like they were freshly painted just yesterday. Near the ceiling were several sconces that held well-preserved torches. Along the walls at regular intervals were statues of jackals seated like the sphinx. At the far end of the well-decorated room was a six-foot tall statue of none other than Anubis seated on a golden throne. The paintings on the walls depicted scenes of embalming, mummification, and worship of the jackal god.

While staring in wonder at the great scene before me, I realized that I left my camera in the land rover. As I approached the doorway, which I had passed through only a few moments earlier, the room slowly brightens. As I turn around, I notice that the preserved torches have lit of their own accord. As If this wasn't strange enough the statue of Anubis is now glowing brightly.

Staring at the fantastic events unfolding before me, I was divided between two responses. Part of me wanted to run out of the room and leave this strange place, never again to follow ramblings of a drunkard. The other part of me was so enraptured with this strange turn of events that I wanted to see what would happen.

Gradually the light emanating from the statue faded, leaving the torches lit. For a few brief seconds I was left starring at the whole scene with incredulity. This short lived calm was unequivocally shattered when the statue stood up, giving me a gaze that one would give a burglar that had been caught red-handed.

In a deep and unsettling voice, the God of Death said "What are you doing here mortal?" Not wanting any more of this I ran up the stairs frantically making for the exit. I arrived at the antechamber and found much to my concern that the only exit to the site had been closed. I tried to push against the doors, however they were now unmovable. "Leaving so soon, I think not foolish mortal" came the unsettling voice from behind me. I slowly turned around to face my captor, half expecting to find a ravenous monster waiting to devour me.

The sight I am presented with is male beauty incarnate. True to form and depiction the God of Death is covered in short black fur, which reveals sleek yet powerful muscles. He is clothed only with a white loincloth and golden jewelry around his wrists, ankles, and neck. I am briefly enraptured with the apparition before me, until his more insistent restatement of his demands snaps me out of my reverie.

"I asked you a question mortal, why are you here in a sacred place dedicated to my veneration." I explain my situation, trying as best as possible to maintain my composure. Since a god would see through any attempted deception, I do my best to be as truthful as possible. My captor scoffs at my reasons for entering and replies with noticeable anger "You have trespassed in my domain, I shall feed you soul to Ammut for this!"

Now thoroughly scared for my life, I pitifully beg the God of Death to spare me, prostrating myself before his might. The fact the he is a good 2 feet taller than me, and better built to boot, makes this an easy under taking. Having calmed down from his ever so brief rage, my captor spends what seems like and eternity deep in thought, watching my every move. His gaze is deeply unsettling and feels as though he is peering into my very soul, critiquing every action I have ever done. Looking down from his glare, I notice that his loincloth has a visible bulge in it.

Having considered my pleas, my captor asks in a tone that shows more interest than anger, "What is your name mortal." In a hushed voice, barely above a whisper, I respond "Rob, Robert Istres." He responds is a slightly sultry tone, "There is a way that you might be able to escape your justly deserved punishment Rob. You can stay here and I will feed your soul to Ammut, or you can follow me and possibly curve my judgment, the choice is yours."

I slowly rise and follow my captor down the stairs with a sense of dread rising steadily with in me. We arrived back in the room where I had first met my godly captor. He stands in the middle of the room stripping off his loincloth in a seductive fashion. "You will earn my mercy by serving my carnal needs, do this well and I will spare your life" My captor states in a sultry tone while slowly turning around and revealing a raging boner.

Seeing no choice in the matter, I slowly approached my horny captor, and knelt before his incredible physique. Inadvertently I took a deep whiff of the god's musk, driving my feelings from reluctance to near fevered lust. I eagerly swallowed the jackal gods enormous member and proceded suckle on it with an unusual fervor.

At this action, my captor let out a satisfied sigh and looked down at me with an approving smile on his face. Taking this as a good sign, I continued my ministrations, knowing that my life hung in the balance. The God of Death tried his hardest to maintain his relaxed and stoic composure, but judging the occasional grunt and moan that escapes his lips my actions are appeasing him.

Feeling a little bolder, I reach up with my hand and started to fondle my captor's balls. My initiative is rewarded with a slight gasp from the God of Death, whose previous composure is starting to be replaced with the same lust that is flowing through me. In addition my mouth is rewarded with a sweet liquid issuing forth from the gods aroused member. As the delicious reward for my actions continues to flow down my throat I feel a growing bulge at the base of my captors trembling member.

Knowing that he is close, I seized the opportunity to end this encounter and leave this place to the slumber of time. I removed one of my hands, which had previously been worshiping his beautiful testicles, and gripped his member firmly behind the knot. Whatever poise and self-control my captor exhibited before this action is instantly shattered as the jackal god howled in climax. Shot after shot of delicious divine seed fills my mouth and throat. Equally filled with satisfaction I milked my captors engorged member for all that it is worth.

After swallowing so much seed that I nearly choked, I fell flat on my back gazing up at my sated captor. He spent some time basking in the afterglow, before returning his gaze to me. Besides the slight smile on his face, I also notice that while his knot has returned to normal, the rest of his member is still quite aroused.

His afterglow fading, my captor comments, "Mmmm you have done well Rob." In a cautious voice, I ask if I can leave. This action is rewarded with the jackal god casting a bright purple bolt at me. Expecting the worst, I closed my eyes and find myself paralyzed with fear. After several moments of silence, I cautiously opened my eyes to my captor's lustful expression.

To my great concern all of my muscles below my neck are unresponsive and all of my clothing has disappeared. Sensing my unease, my captor explains the changes in his demands while moving my unresponsive body into a seated position and binding my wrists behind my back with a strip of cloth. "There is still one way in which you have to satisfy me." As the God of Death lifted me by my shoulders and knees with my back to his chest, he positioned his still aroused member at my exposed entrance, with obvious intentions.

When I begged for my captor to reconsider he replies, "With this position you don't have to do any thing, of course Ammut is still quite hungry, so you can either stay still and take what I can give, or I can feed your soul to Ammut." Once again seeing no choice in the matter I surrendered myself to the will of Anubis. My captor uses some of the pre from his member to lubricate my virgin entrance, his fingers penetrating slightly into my unused hole. Despite my attempts at keeping my composure, the gods fingering of my tail hole results in a lustful moan on my part.

Hearing this, the God of Death commented in a sultry tone, "Don't worry my captive, I will make sure that you enjoy this." Having finished his erotic pronouncement, my captor used gravity to hilt his member deep with in me in one powerful thrust. As I cried out at the sudden penetration, my sensations are divided between the pain of being taken up the ass for the first time, and the pleasure of having such a worthy member buried deep within me. With my arms restrained, and my legs far above the ground, I am fully at the mercy of the God of Death and his erect shaft.

Having settled balls deep on the jackal god's arrow shaped cock, a wave of pleasure settles over me as his member brushes past my untouched prostate. There is nothing to do but sit on my pleasurable pointed chair, with my shoulders and knees held in the god's strong embrace. Having given me time to adapt to his member, my captor lifted me off of his member till only his pointed tip is just parting my virgin tail. He began thrusting in and out with a gradually increasing tempo, approaching the sublime moment when his deflowering of my tail hole would reach its spectacular conclusion.

Having given up in my attempts to maintain what little is left of my stoic composure, I happily moaned at every deep thrust. Each of these powerful thrusts taps my sensitive prostate, and I notice that there is a steady stream of pre leaking from my now aroused member. My pleasure is also felt by the jackal god, who joined my erotic moans with excited grunts of his own.

As my captor speeds up his thrusts, I feel a growing bulge at the base of his erect member. Knowing that he was close, I looked down at my own member I noticed that it is spewing a near constant stream of pre. Hoping that my captor will be sated after this and let me leave, I surrendered totally to his thrusts and waited for the inevitable.

Finally on one upstroke, the God of Death stopped all actions, with only his arrow shaped head parting my almost deflowered hole. I turned my head to look at my captor, who returned my exhausted stare with a lusty grin. Without warning, he droped me almost balls deep onto his cock, his knot stopped by my anal ring. With this action, I joined my divine captor in howls of unadulterated pleasure. Anubis repeated this action several times, each time his knot begged entry into my thoroughly plowed anus.

With one final effort the God of Death thrusted his engorged knot into my hole and tied with me. Finally driven over the edge, he let out a mighty howl and coated my deflowered hole with his divine seed. As his trembling spurting cock rubbed my prostate, I joined in and shot my seed on to the floor of the room. How long our combined climax lasted, I have no knowledge of, but as it settled down I fell into a contented sense of satisfaction.

While in this state I sensed my captor walking towards one of the jackal statues that line the wall, still carrying me on his engorged member. Reaching over to the wall, the jackal good found a hidden lever. Upon pulling it, the statue nearest to the throne receded into the wall. Beneath where the statue once stood, a secret staircase was revealed that lead to a room that I had missed in my earlier exploration of this site.

Once the statue had disappeared into the wall my captor began to walk down the staircase, taking care not to disturb my partial slumber. After descending one floor, we arrive at a room roughly 9 feet long by 8 feet wide. At the center of this secret room was a raised surface about the size of a dinner table, and roughly three feet off the ground.

The jackal god walked over to the right side of the table and after waited for his knot to shrink back to its usual size. Once he removed his member from my hole he laid my limb body on the raised surface, that looks not unlike the tables I had scene in murals of embalming. Prior to doing this, He had also removed the bindings on my wrists, however I was so tired that I could not resist his positioning me in a roughly spread eagle pattern.

I tried to move arms, but I can got little more then a few inches of movement in any direction. Before I could recover any more freedom of movement, four strips of cloth appeared from the corners of the rooms and latched them selves around my wrists and ankles. The straps tightened and lifted me a foot or two off the surface. My fear now returning in full force, I struggled like mad trying to escape my bonds. My captor looked down on the whole scene with an interested grin on his face.

I asked the jackal god why he is doing this, trying my best to disguise the fear in my voice. To this my captor responded "I have decided to let you live, however in the brief time that I have known you I have grown quite fond of you. As such I have decided to keep you as my pet for all eternity."

Now thoroughly afraid, my struggles intensified to the point of almost causing injury. Sensing my distress, the jackal god states in a calming voice "There is no need to be frightened little one, however if you insist on trying to harm yourself, I will have to paralyze you temporarily." The god placed his hand on my chest and after a brief glow I lost all control from the neck down. He continues "That's better, now I can explain without worrying about my pets well being."

My captor spends the next few minutes explaining what he intends for me. "Your life as my pet will consist primarily of satisfying me sexually, something you have already proven your abilities in, and being a source of companionship in my otherwise tedious immortal existence. However, there remains the inconvenient fact that you are mortal but this is easy enough to solve." As the God of Death stated his intentions, two rolls of cloth bandages materialized in his hands. Moving to where my head was positioned, my captor continued, "This will be accomplished by wrapping your body as I would one of the dead whom I look after."

With his explanation complete, the canine god does unto my restrained body the action for which he is best known. Starting with my right arm, he briefly freed it for the sole purpose of wrapping it in the bandages that had appeared in his hands earlier. Once my right arm was fully bandaged, he bound it with the strip of cloth that had restrained it. The process was repeated with my three remaining limbs, each briefly freed only to be returned bound tightly in cloth.

As the jackal god started wrapping my chest, he noticed my newly rock hard boner that had been excited by the second skin binding my limbs. While joining the chest wrapping with the earlier work on my limbs, my captor could not help but chuckle at my situation. He replied with a lusty grin and a sultry tone, "Despite your denials, that erect member between your legs suggests that you enjoy my actions." Leaving nothing of my mortal flesh but my member and balls exposed, my captor continued "Since you gave me an absolutely divine blow job earlier, I think I should return the favor."

In a move that I would later chide myself for, I asked the jackal god what he intended to do. My captor chuckles lightly and gives a mischievous smile that seamed to say, 'you already know the answer to that question.' With nothing left to do, I was forced to watch in horror and lust as the God of Death enclosed my erect cock deep with in his muzzle. As I had done earlier, the jackal god suckled with a lustful desire to taste the end result. In my exhausted state I could not last very long against the expert ministrations of my captor. After only a few minutes of suckling, I blew what was left of my seed in to the dog god's mouth.

With both of us satisfied again, my captor stated in a euphoric tone of voice, "Mmmmm your seed is most delicious my pet and now that that is done I should make sure that nothing 'arises' while you are wrapped up." Another pulse of energy flowed through my body and my erect member settled back into its flaccid state. He continued, "Now that that is done, I can complete your mummification." After carefully covering my member and balls, the God of Death moved to my legs and freed them for a brief instant before binding them tightly together. With this action completed, my captor laid my legs back on the table rather than returning them to the straps that had previously held them.

Returning to my arms one last time, my captor freed them and crossed them over my chest. With the paralysis he had placed on me earlier, I could do nothing to resist this move. Completing the wrapping of my body, the jackal god binder my arms in position in the same manner as he had bound my legs. As I was returned to the table surface with only my head unbound, my abilities to move returned to me and I tried to struggle free of my bonds. Of course since my bindings were put in place by the god who was best known for embalming, I can get no motion in any direction. With only my head free, I still struggled like mad to get free.

As I was doing this, my captor returned his attention to my unbound head. He gently, but firmly grasped my head between his strong hands, stopping all of my struggles. He briefly looked at me with a lustful grin before pulling me into a passionate kiss. I was so shocked by this sudden action, that I could do nothing but allow the gods divine tongue to explore my mouth. In all my life, I had never experienced a kiss so full of love and passion. Remaining in this embrace for who knows how long, we eventually we broke apart breathless. After a brief chuckle, my captor commented in a tone filled with caring "Don't worry my pet, as long as you are with me you shall want for nothing." Gathering one last roll of cloth my captor added to his erotic pronouncement in a flirtatious tone, "Except of course for me."

With this finished, my captor started covering my head with the bandages that he had used to bind my body. In an inexorable fashion, more and more of my remaining flesh is covered by the skillful hands of the jackal god. He only paused his actions when nothing but my eyes remained uncovered. I stared at my captor with eyes that are full of fear, an action that was returned with a loving and compassionate gaze. In a gentle tone the God of Death stated to me, "Sleep my good pet, when you awaken you shall know naught but bliss." Having finished his final reassurance, the last of my flesh is covered cutting off my sight. After a brief few seconds in darkness, I felt my captor place a hand across my blindfolded eyes. After a brief surge of energy through my bound body, a restful slumber settled over me.

While in my deep slumber I felt a strange detachment from the body I had occupied. My mind on the other hand, passed from one vivid dream to another. All of them were different but they shared a common thread. Whether I was servicing the canine gods cock, taking his member deep with in my nether regions, or simply worshiping his perfect body, all of my dreams reinforced the dominance that Anubis has over me.

Throughout all of this, I happily surrendered myself to the will of the God of Death, eagerly servicing him and eating up all the praise he gave. In addition, these dreams introduce me to sexual practices that I had either never tried before, or had a negative opinion of. Under my captors controlled dreams, the ways in which I could serve the jackal god were expanded. I also found myself happily calling Anubis 'Master.' How long I remained in this controlled slumber is something only my godly master will know, however I slowly felt the sensations I once knew returning to me.

Immediately I could tell that I was no longer confined in the second skin of cloth that my Master had so expertly bound me within. Tentatively I stretched my slightly sore limbs, while exploring the surface on which I have awoken. The surface of my new bed had a velvet texture and the cushioning beneath it had the perfect balance of softness and firmness. The mattress was roughly circular in shape and slightly larger in diameter then my six-foot frame. In addition to the new bed, which I had found myself on, I also have what feels like a fur pelt wrapped tightly around me. The strange thing about this 'pelt' is that is seems not only to cover my body, but it also covers my face and head.

I cautiously opened my bleary eyes to a truly fantastic site. The first thing to catch my attention was the, for lack a better word, snout in the lower center of my field of vision. Slowly I reach up to touch this inexplicable addition to my face. When my hands entered my field of vision, I noticed an additional two oddities. The first is the fact that my hand are covered with light orange fur and has tips terminating in growing claws. The second of is the fact that as my hands contact the whiskers on my 'snout' I felt the undeniable sensation of touch emanating from what was previously my human face.

My curiosity got the better of me and I looked down at the rest of my newly freed body to find it covered in the same fur that I had found on my face and arms. The only difference is that my chest and belly is covered with cream-colored fur. Looking further down I notice that my human genitals had been replaced with a canine sheath that contains my testes and a little bit of my new arrow shaped cock poking out. Moving down to my legs and feet, I noticed that my legs are now laid out in a digitigrade configuration and my feet have five soft pink footpads. Between my legs, laid a big bushy tail, which I reluctantly flexed from side to side.

Having taken in all of the changes to my body, I turned my attention to my greater surroundings. The room in which I had awoken looked not unlike the temple complex at Karnak. From what I could gather this room was most likely a throne room for the god himself. Like the site where I had first met him, the walls of this room are covered in murals showing my Master engaged in the activities for which he is best known. In a voice that I think only I will hear, I ask, "Where am I?"

From behind me an unidentified voice responded in a bemused manner, "You are in the blessed realm of the gods my good little pet." In shock I turned around to find my Master seated on a throne besides the bed I had awoke in. Continuing, my Master says, "I must say you are quite cute as a fox."

Now thoroughly confused, I asked my divine master what has happened. In a calming tone of voice, my Master explained how he had transported my bound body to his home and how while my mind was wrapped in pleasure, my body was transformed into it's present state. He also explained that as a side effect of all this, I am now immortal.

While sitting there in a mild shock, my Master rose from his throne and moved in my direction. In an action that surprised me even more than waking up in this strange location, he picked me up as one would a newlywed bride, and begins to carry me out of the room. When I asked what he was doing, my Master gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and stated in a flirtatious tone, "I want to give that beautiful new fur coat of yours a bath and after that I want to gain carnal knowledge of your transformed orifices."

After being carried for several minutes in stunned silence, the two of us arrived at a well-decorated bathroom. Having set me down on my feet, my Master filled a rather large marble tub with hot but not uncomfortable water. After striping off his loincloth in a manner not unlike when we first met, he steped into the full tub, being careful not to spill any water. Having settled down, he invited me to join him with a lusty grin on his face. I cautiously enter the large tub, also being careful not to spill any water. Settling down across from my Master, I briefly lost myself in the warm water that permeates my new fur.

From the side of the tub, the jackal god retrieved a bar of soap and a long handled brush. As and answer to my quizzical look, my Master replied, "I thought you might like to tend to your Masters body before I give you a thorough bath. Of course if you don't want to I won't mind." For a few seconds I considered his offer. While in the past I might have been leery about such a request, recent experiences have left me with a lust for the flesh of the God of Death, who I now am quite willing to call master. Having pondered my situation I responded in the affirmative.

With a pleased smile on his face, my Master handed me the items he had retrieved earlier and positioned himself so that I can wash his back. Working the brush into a thick lather, I attended to the velvety soft back of my Master. Thoroughly enjoying my attention, his complements spur me on to do my best. After finishing my work on his back, I offered to clean his arms and legs, an offer that my Master accepts. With the same attention that I showed his back, I tended to my Masters limbs, worshiping his soft fur and strong muscles.

With only his chest remaining I went to work on my Masters pectorals regardless of his permission. Since he does nothing to stop me, I continued my work, spending some time briefly suckling on my Masters nipples. This action elicited a barely audible moan from the God of Death. While working on his abs, I noticed that my Masters cock has started to peek out of its fury sheath. With only his genitals remaining, I tended to them with the care that one would give a priceless jewel. I took my time on his genitals for two reasons. First of all, I want to make sure that his cock and balls were clean, but more importantly I have acquired an especially strong lust for my Masters genitals.

With my work finished, I am invited by my Master to sit between his legs. With an eagerness that is hard to contain, I sat my self between the god's powerful thighs. Having taken the brush from me and reworked it into a fresh lather, my Master now tended to my back as I had earlier tended to his. While looking down, I noticed that my cock, like his is slowly growing out of its sheath. Having finished cleaning my back, my Master wraps his arms around my chest and held me close to him in a loving fashion. After playfully nibbling at my neck, my Master released his hold on my arms and proceeded to wash my cream colored chest.

Having finished with my arms and chest, my Master gently wrapped his hand around my erect member. In a flirtatious tone of voice, the Jackal God commented, "You seem to enjoy this my good little pet." While basking in pleasure, I could only answer in a lustful moan. My Master continueed, "Since we are both clean, now I can try out your transformed member and orifices.

Having stepped out of the tub, the God of Death invited me to join him. As I follow suit, my Master retrieved a large bath towel and proceeds to dry my wet fur. While attending to my genitals, the God took time to fondle the soft fur of my sheath, an action that also elicited an erotic moan from my transformed mouth. Having finished drying my fresh orange fur, my Master handed me the towel he had used. Knowing what he would ask of me, I eagerly attended to the wet jet-black velvet of my Master. As he had done earlier, I returned the favor by dwelling for an extended time on his divine and luxuriously soft sheath.

I wanted to continue this action but my Master stoped me and returned the towel to the linen closet. With his hands now unoccupied, the jackal again picked me up and left the bathroom. After walking for a considerable distance, this trip ended in a well-furnished bedroom. After depositing my freshly cleaned body on the side of the king size bed at the center of the room, my Master states in a flirtatious tone "Before taking your new tail hole, I think I would like to get a taste of your seed my pet."

Joining me on the bed, my Master positioned his growing cock near my mouth as he lowers his mouth towards my similarly engorged member. The Jackal God stated, "While we're here, I might as well enjoy your new muzzle as well." With the eagerness that I had showed in our first meeting, my Master took my new canine member into his mouth and suckled it like a hungry pup.

With equal vigor I swallowed the Gods member within my muzzle, doing my best to please my Master. As good as the blow job he had given while wrapping my human body was, my newly transformed member fit his mouth so perfectly that I was approaching my climax at a much quicker pace. I tried my best to keep up with my Masters tongue, but his skill was too much for me. With my Master nowhere close, I moaned in simultaneous satisfaction at the release given by the Jackal God, and disappointment at not being able to do the same for my Master.

While basking in the afterglow, I profusely apologized for my failure. In a conciliatory tone, my Master said, "Don't worry my good little pet, that just leaves more of my seed for your 'virgin' tailhole." Knowing what Master is referring to and with a restored self-confidence, I positioned myself to allow the Jackal God easy access to my most intimate regions. Complementing my enthusiasm, my Master rubbed his erect member against mine, preparing to take me missionary style.

As the God of Death prepared my anal ring for his final conquest, he says in a loving tone "Last time I did not ask before deflowering you, so before I go any further are you willing to give yourself, mind, body and soul to me my good little pet." Unable to contain my excitement I responded breathlessly "Yes my Master, mark me as yours, I will give you all that I can and be your loyal pet for all eternity!" With a grin that stretched from ear to ear, the Jackal God positioned his member at my anal ring with its tip parting my transformed tail hole. Placing his hands firmly on my shoulders, my Master said in a sultry tone "This is only the beginning."

With his divine strength behind him, my Master hilted his member in one quick thrust. Out of my new muzzle came a howl of unadulterated pleasure. Despite having shot my seed in to the god's mouth less than a minute earlier, my canine member responded by returning to attention. Sensing my confusion, my Master replied between his thrusts "Your new ... body ... recovers ... more quickly."

With nothing more to be said, our mating began in earnest. As the tempo of our coupling increased, our moans, grunts, and spasms occurred in near unison. Our actions continued for an indescribable length of time, with little sign of exhaustion from either of us. After what seemed like hours of tender lovemaking, I sensed through a fog of lust and pleasure the signs that my Master is approaching the well-preceded climax of our first time as lovers.

Once again his knot begged for entrance to my tail hole. Doing my best to allow it, I surrendered all of my resistance to the strength of my Godly Master. After a few hard thrusts, the knot of the Jackal God ramed its way home, cementing the growing bond between us. In the final moments, my master joined his mouth with mine in a kiss that was filled with indescribable passion. Tied together in uncountable ways, our bodies trembled and sprayed seed with no with no end in sight.

After a climax that seemed to last as long as its prelude, my Master stated with obvious satisfaction "Mmmmm That was simply divine my good little pet. We'll rest a little then after cleaning up we have a lot of introductions to do." Thoroughly Satisfied, I joined my Master in a contented drowsiness, with no worries to trouble me again.

The End*