Play in Port
Commissioned by FA: Rayoelgatubelo , this was a short little story involving a were-jackal coming into port in Egypt and getting some fun from the temple whores at the temple of Bast.
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Play in Port
For Rayoelgatubelo
By Draconicon
Once the ship was secure, there was only one place that he had eyes for. The other men were heading to different brothels and bars along the shores of Egypt, but for him, there was but one place that he belonged. As Ankhanup stepped through the doors to the temple of Bast, the were-jackal shed his human form and became one with the beasts that called this place home.
The small kittens and their parents wandered the halls, living tributes to their goddess, and he took care to avoid stepping on them as he walked through the dim, torch-lit halls. The gathered reeds smoked in the air, filling the top of the halls with a layer of smoke that was fragrant and pungent at the same time, urging the people walking into the temple to be quick about their business.
He was met in the main chamber by a smaller feline, though this one on two legs. She looked up at him, her gray fur gentle and soft against his arm as she pulled his attention to her chest, and then to her eyes.
"Welcome, traveler," she whispered. "How may I welcome you to the temple of Bast?"
"I'm looking for one of your temple whores. I have been away for a long time, and I have much to give."
"Mmm, then I know just the one for you."
The young woman led him further forward, past other naked felines. Some were male, but most were female, each one naked and well-groomed to represent her goddess. They smiled at him, giggling as they looked him up and down, but he didn't stop. If the priestess had one of them in mind, then he would trust her judgment. The priests of the cat goddess knew what they were about.
It didn't take long to meet one. Another small cat, slightly shorter than the priestess, laid on the altar at the far end of the room. He walked over to her, and she leaned up to look him in the eye. He looked down her body, taking in the pert breasts and the swell of her hips, just wide enough to look as if she was of a sort to breed. Chuckling, Ankhanup turned to the priestess and nodded his approval. Passing her a pouch of coins, he turned back to the girl.
"Name?"
"Tadibast, great one."
"You will be my whore tonight, Tadibast."
"Mmmm, I know that this will be enjoyable, great one."
She sat up, resting her hands against his chest before running them down his arms. He was slightly surprised when she pulled his hands to her chest, pressing them against the globes of her breasts. They were soft and a bit smaller than what he was used to, but they bounced and moved easily as he pressed on them, and they were very, very giving. He chuckled, fondling them a few times before pulling his hands back.
"Yes, you will be most enjoyable."
"Shall I take you here, sir?"
"You will."
She slipped off of the altar, and gestured for him to lay on it. As soon as he was on his back, she had his trousers open, dragging his sheath out of them and slowly stroking it, rubbing her hand along the edge of it and purring as she did so. Seeing her so eager was enough to get him to start hardening, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the priestess's touch.
It got even better as she nudged her way between his legs, rubbing at his thighs before leaning down over his groin. Her nose was smaller than the canine bitches that he was used to back home, or the small mouths of others that were more convenient during travel. It was soft and gently as she sniffed her way up his shaft, nuzzling along the underside as he got harder and harder.
When she reached the tip, she dragged her tongue in a circle around it. He gasped, grunted at the raspiness. It was rougher than a dog's tongue by some way, and much more so than a human's.
"Not so rough."
"I apologize, great one. I will make sure that you get exactly what you need."
Tadibast kissed the tip of his cock in apology, and then slowly worked him further. Her hands were soft, kneading at the side of his shaft constantly, and each touch worked him higher. It had been so long since he had known a woman's touch, and he was grateful for anything that he could get at this point.
Up and down, up and down she worked him with her fingers, and every so often she added a kiss to the head of his cock to keep him interested. He turned his head, looking over the rest of the temple, and saw that the other prostitutes were getting to work with other visitors. Some were getting fucked right in the courtyard, while others were bent over the few seats and used hard. Still others were lifted off of the ground, slammed down onto whatever dick was available, and the few women that were present as clients were quick to claim their own pleasures, as well.
He looked back from them, glancing at his prostitute, and arched an eyebrow.
"What have I done to deserve this honor?"
"You have chosen me, great one. You have given me the chance to bear your seed for the honor of Bast."
"Then let me give it to you."
"With pleasure."
She smiled, sliding up his body and pressing her hands down on his shoulders, rubbing them. Her legs spread, his cock sliding between her rump cheeks, bumping the base of her tail. Her gentle fingers rubbed and squeezed at his shoulders, and then at his collarbone as she wiggled her hips back and forth, guiding his shaft to where it needed to go. Every time she slid around, his cock ground against her soft fur, sliding along it and leaving pre as it went. He groaned, biting his lips several times.
"You will enjoy this, great one. I promise you. You shall."
He watched as she lifted her hips, his shaft trapped between her thighs as she slowly positioned him for his pleasure. And then, she lowered herself.
The kiss of her pussy to his cock was enough to make him groan in pleasure. He felt the heat, the warmth, the loveliness of her sex against him, and then the slippery insides that greeted him as he pushed past her outer lips. His eyes closed tightly, his body tensed up as he held himself on the precipice, not wanting to go over too early and lose the pleasure that he had gained.
Tadibast, on the other hand, seemed more than willing to take it slowly and gently, purring above him as she luxuriated in the feeling of his shaft. He felt her vibrating slowly, grinding down on his cock all the way to the base. His knot was only half-formed, but she still pulled it inside of her, popping it past her nether lips as she reached his base.
Opening his eyes, he saw her cupping her breasts, pressing her hands to herself, rubbing and teasing her nipples. She arched her back as she rolled her hips against his cock, pressing herself as firmly against him as she possibly could, and the were-jackal smirked up at her. The sight of a follower of Bast giving herself such pleasure on a knot seemed almost sacrilegious, but at the same time, so right. He reached out to her, pressing his hands to her hips, and squeezed hard enough to get her attention.
"Ride me."
She nodded, the were-cat doing what she was told as she lifted her hips, pulling them up to the head of his cock, before slamming down hard. The feeling of her warmth taking him in once more was just perfect, and he groaned happily, sinking his claws into her hips as she started rising up again.
Up and down, up and down, up and down she went, each time making a wet splat as she reached the bottom of his cock again. She was so slippery and soaked that he knew that his knot would slide inside of her at the end. There'd be no hesitating the way he had done with the bitches back at home, no holding back just because she might not be able to take it. She wanted it, and she was going to get it.
He pulled her faster, dragging her down his cock with all the eagerness that he'd felt since coming into port. Up and down, up and down, pulling her down so hard that she clapped against his crotch, feeling his knot getting harder and bigger by the second.
"You serve...your goddess...well."
"Thank you...oh thank you...great one...Please...give me your seed...let me have the mark that I've served you well..."
He grinned up at her, starting to move faster, thrust deeper, harder. His hips were rising from the altar as he pulled her down against him, meeting her with a loud smack every time. Her moans were rising, cutting through the sounds of all the other sex going on in the temple, and she whimpered and moaned for him. Up and down, up and down, her pussy clenching down on his cock as he worked her against his knot.
It was too hard to just pop in and out, now, too big for her to keep fucking herself on it. But she ground against it again and again, the little feline begging for it to slide inside of her. She wanted to feel it, he knew, wanted to be locked with him.
He growled, his eyes narrowing up at her. She looked down, momentarily frightened, but then nodded.
He pulled, hard, and she came slamming down his cock. Her pussy strained as he pulled her against his knot, holding her there for almost ten seconds as he pulled and pushed and wriggled it up against her. It pushed to keep him out, but he would not be denied. Her voice rose, a moan that became a shriek of pleasure as he finally popped in.
He howled as he came, feeling her spasming around his knot, clenching, squeezing, desperately milking it as she came with him. He filled her, spurting deep, his hot seed squelching and swirling around his cock as he filled her to the brim. More and more of it just kept coming, pouring out and over his cock, and bloating her slightly.
By the time he was done, she was panting, holding a hand on a swollen gut, and smiling. Tadibast leaned down, kissing him on the nose.
"Thank you, great one. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The End