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She was beyond bored. Things had grown rather boring in the past.. Oh it was impossible to even tell how long it had been. Years? Centuries? Time was nearly meaningless when one was eternal. Didn't mean that she still didn't get bored.

That insipid boredom would explain why she was calmly marching her way towards a portal. She could feel someone calling her name. The word echoing to her very core It was the first time in countless ages that she had heard that word spoken so clearly. No fear. No simpering beg. No venomous snarl. It was simple and plain as the day was long.

"Sekhmet."

Arms crossed as she stood before the pulsing portal. A rip in space through which the voice drifted. Beckoning her. It was no haughty demand. Nor was it a worshiping cry. Though the latter was sorely missed. Once she was worshiped as a goddess. Ah what glorious times those were! She found herself smiling in memory. Countless mortals offering her tribute. Gold, food, comforts, and much more. Those were times she wished to revisit.

"Sekhmet."

Looking back to the portal, she let her fingers tap against her arm as she thought Should she go through? Shouldn't she? Hard to tell really. Boredom said that she should. Do something to break up the endless monotony of the eternal void. On the other hand, she was hardly one to be called like some house cat. The mere thought irked her. Principal alone nearly turned her around to return to her boredom.

Whispers sounded from the void. Other creatures. Demons like her. Well, saying they were like her was an insult to her and a compliment to them. She was in a class entirely separate from these skulking, simpering creatures. Had any of them a spine, they would have surged through the portal the instant it opened. Slide through and pose as her. Mortals were easy to fool if they were not properly versed. All one would have to do would be simply alter ones shape and pray that she never learned. Portals were so few and far between that they were quickly becoming a precious commodity.

Not to mention the rumors she had heard. Modern day summoners were weak. Most called her species on accident. Opening a rift with no target in mind. Shoddy wards that were easily broken. Mildly entertaining, from what she'd heard.

Those whispering voices pressed tighter to her. Encroaching on the light surrounding the portal. Would she pass? Would she leave? Could they take her place?

She allowed the barest of frowns to cross her features. Mouth opening to utter the singular, "Begone." Her breath blasting the featureless landscape around the portal. Breath that scorched the very air itself. Legends had that her breath had created a dessert, and feeling that rush of air from the divine one gave credence to the story. The whispers faded again as mongrels backed away to give her room for thought.

"Sekhmet."

Fingers tapped against her arm, "Hold your horses." Not that the summoner could hear her. Made her feel better to say it regardless. She could wait as long as she wanted here. Time only had the meaning she gave to it after all. A mere wisp of a thought and a moment could last into eternity.

Which brings her full circle to the question. Should she? Shouldn't she?

Arms crossed as she thought about it for a long moment. Ears twitching slightly as a quiet hum rolled up her throat. Well, what else was she planning on doing? Lounging about and lamenting over not having a cadre of worshipers tending to her every whim? At the very least she would garner some amusement, however brief, from the mortal that dared to call her.

She allowed herself a sigh. How far the mighty had fallen, relying on a mortal to amuse her. No, this wasn't her relying on a mortal for entertainment. Some fool had dared call her. If she allowed some lesser creature to cross over then it would tarnish her name. A smile curled at her lips. Yes, this wasn't seeking amusement from some mortal. It was merely her bringing down her wrath on whatever fool had the gall to utter her name in a summoning. This was about more than just seeking entertainment. It was meting out divine punishment. Reminding the world of who she was.

Having decided on a good reason, the divine waved her hand in the air and waited. When the portal vibrated with her name, she stepped into the rift.

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Raw heat blasted through the room. Candle flames whipping around, refusing to be extinguished. Every last drop of moisture was sucked out of the room as the portal flexed and rippled. It collapsed with a silent rush of air and a lightless flash. A moment later, the winds abated and the room settled. A woman stood in the center of the room, wearing a gown made of pure white fabric wrapped loosely about her form. Arms were crossed before her as she stared into the room. Jade green eyes shining hard at the only other person in the room. A human male. Fresh, smooth face making him look like little more than a child. Voluminous robes hiding his form for her, not that she needed to see much of it.

She only graced him with a brief glance before looking around. No windows in the room, the only light coming from dozens of fat candles scattered around. Nose wrinkled ever so slightly as she peered at the ground around her feet. Chalk? Ordinary chalk? Oh boy she had come across an amateur hadn't she? Chalk was fine for roughing in circles, but to make a final one out of it? The boy had potential, possibly, else he wouldn't have been able to summon her. Not unless he was just supremely lucky.

"OOoh," his voice cracked. Clearing his throat, he tried again, "Oh Mighty Sekhmet, before whom evil trembles." Robes waved as he tried to adjust while bowing. "I thank you for answering my call."

Her mask stayed in place, although she was tempted to smile at hearing her title again. Her hand pressed against the unseen wall of the summoning circle. "That is I." The lightest pressure and she could feel the wall begin to crack under her touch. "Though I prefer Mistress of Dread." All it took was a push and the wall collapsed. Chalk exploding into puffs of colored smoked.

The heat created a reaction. Some sort of powder had been mixed into the chalk, activated by her destruction of the first. A new, stronger barrier snapping into place around her. This time she allowed the barest of frowns to crease her features. She was mildly impressed, but he couldn't know that. It had been a very long time since she'd been summoned, but she knew in her very bones how the dance went. A threat from her, a show of power from him, first draft of the contract, so on and so forth.

Eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she offered him a yawn. "Why have you summoned me?" Arms crossed slowly as she tapped her feet with a quiet hum. Lifting her hand, she let a spiral of flames begin to roll up her arm and around two fingers. "Hurry before I grow bored of this."

He edged closer, "Oh wondrous Sekhmet. I thank you for answering my summons." No cracking this time, but it still trembled with nerves. "You have been called so I might spend a night in your presence."

"WHAT?" she snarled at him. Clenched fist slamming into the wall. The room shook with her yell, hardened powders cracking under the blow before that ward shattered. A third line lay in wait. Light flaring through fine lines of colorful inks. The air in the room grew stifling hot as she crossed her arms. Clothing rippling in the heat coming off her. "Do I look like some succubus whore to you? A demonic whore who only exists to suck a cock and moan in your bed?" Despite how her rage tore through her, she kept her head somewhat level. It was a trick some summoners used to pull, or so she'd heard. Rile up a demon and then trap them in a way that would allow them to make whatever contract they wished.

Even with these wards up, it was child's play to read his mind. Fear, anxiety, and lust whirled through his head. Leaving no space for other thoughts to form. He really was throwing everything together wasn't he? Was it just luck he was this well prepared? The circles had all shattered with the barest flex of her powers.

Fingers tapped her bicep as she stared him down. Green eyes glowing with anger. "Drop these wards, child, and I might forgive this gravest of insults." He stood his ground, looking at her with widened eyes. Sweat starting to crawl down his skin. This time she let her smile crawl across her features. Head tilting back ever so slightly. "Drop them and I might even..." her voice dropped to a dangerous growl as her gown slipped off a shoulder, "amuse myself before I end you. There are worse ways to go."

Still no response. "ENOUGH!" Her fist smashed into the barrier. It cracked, inks flaring with different colored lights. "RELEASE ME, MORTAL!" Another blow, the entire room shaking. "I AM BEYOND YOU!"

A spiderweb of cracks in the magical circle was visible even to the naked eye. Her next strike blew the circle apart. A roar broke free of the human mouth. Tiles cracking underfoot as she launched herself at the human. Flames rolling along her form, transforming fingers into claws, hair and clothes billowing about her.

Tiles shattered. Ceramic shards bouncing harmlessly off the demonic deity. What she failed to notice, at least right away, was the runes set under the tile. Blinded by rage as she was, she neither noticed them, nor the runes that flared to life under the plain wallpaper. Nor did she notice the fine web of magic that she was pushing through. Lest not until the strands began to pull at her, sapping her strength and power. Muscles strained and veins bulged as she snarled her wordless anger at the human. The air grew heavier and thicker. Soon feeling like she was trying to push through honey. Honey which only grew thicker and held her more firmly as she fought.

"Now, that's not very nice of you, is it?" The sudden change in his voice and tone made her stop. His hidden wards had trapped her mere inches from him, body frozen mid-lunge with her arm outstretched. Stepping around the arm, he tilted his head ever so slightly and got closer. "I went through the time and effort to summon you. You, Sekhmet, specifically, and you repay by trying to attack me?" He breathed out a quiet sigh and shook his head, "I'm disappointed."

Her cheeks flushed hot as she tried to snarl. Except she couldn't. She couldn't move a muscle. Not to snarl, not to pull away, and certainly not to claw his eyes out. Her eyes were the only thin she could move, and she did her best to exude raw hatred and rage at him using just those.

Not that he was going to balk from it. His voice stayed calm and even. "You are beyond me, but you are not above the Concords of Summoning." Arms crossed behind his back as he stood there before her. "Which means I can do whatever I wish to you at this moment." He angled his head ever so slightly. A surge of something unfamiliar bolted through her. Fear? Was it fear that she was feeling right now? Could she be afraid of what he was going to do to her? It had been a very long time since she'd felt anything like this.

She held his gaze as his hand reached up. Refusing to wince as his hand drew close enough to make her skin tingle.

Fingers snapped and the spiderweb of spells loosened. They didn't release her, but they did loosen their hold enough to let her loose. Sekhmet caught herself before she fell forward, stopping just short of his outstretched arm. The summoner ready to catch her should she fall. A growl slipped free of her human features as she caught herself and straightened up. Arms crossing defiantly as she glared at him. Not attacking, not yet. She could feel the webbing of his spells as it clung to her skin.

He didn't wither under her gaze. Only looking at her with an even, almost bored, expression. "Are you willing to listen to what I have to offer? Or should I leave you here?" He motioned towards a door. "A few hours? Few days? The wards will keep you here and the room is comfortable enough..." he trailed off for a moment and looked around. "Well, it would be if I bring the couches back in, that is." Foot shuffled across a few shards of tile, "And maybe sweep up." Arms crossed slowly, "So what will it be? Will you listen to the contract or will you continue to pout?"

"I'M NOT..." she froze mid-shout as power surged within the runes. Taking a breath, she crossed her arms again. "I'm not pouting. Would never do something so..." a hand rolled slowly, "childish." Ignoring the fact that she had practically thrown a tantrum mere seconds earlier. "I will listen to your offer, Mortal." She practically spat the last word as an insult.

His expression didn't change. "Good, nice to see you being reasonable." Cheeks flushed red hot, nails digging into her arm as she waited. He waited a few seconds to see if she had anything to say. Holding his hand out, he muttered a few words. Light flared and a simple folder appeared in his hand. "This is the contract I wish to form." Her lips curled into a smirk as she looked at the rather slim volume. "Naturally, this is the abridged version." Another snap and a stack of thick binders bulging with pages appeared. Each one several inches thick. The entire pile standing nearly as tall as he was. "Which would you prefer to read?"

Lips curled into a frown as she snapped up the slimmer folder. Inside was a single page. Easy enough for her to simply look and take in the entire thing at a glance. Pretty standard stuff. The clause of her not being able to harm him brought her down a bit. Although the term of the contract, "Until dawn?" she asked, arching a brow. "With option to renew after the contract has concluded?" While there was a section about intercourse, there was no demands of her satisfying him in full and without question.

The more she read over everything the more curious she was about this man. He'd called her specifically. Why though? Then presented her with not only a contract, but with a summary? What was in the main one that she wasn't aware of? First impressions had been that he was a bumbling fool who had simply gotten lucky, but the sheer power and number of wards said otherwise. She almost allowed a shiver to travel down her spine as she remembered the feeling of those runes grabbing her. Even now she was keenly aware of the cobweb-like feel of them draping over her. Watching the human from the corner of her eye, she tried to get a read on him again. There was a hint of amusement, but not much else. Was that feeling earlier a shell? Some layered defense he'd set around himself as well?

It was enough for her to set her pride aside. For curiosity's sake. She wanted to learn more about this human and how the world had changed. At the very least, she could respect him for how prepared he was. A good planner at least, a strategist, but was he a fighter as well? How well could he adapt to her actions through the day? She allowed the barest hints of a smile to curl at her lips. Only one way to found out, now wasn't there?

Closing the folder, she approached him slowly. Her body shifting ever so slightly as she walked. Not to change away from her appearance, form borrowed from one of her priestesses, but rather to make herself slightly taller. Not so she was towering over him, but rather so he would be forced to look upwards at her.

His expression didn't change as she approached. Ears straining to pick up the sound of his heart. Steady, calm, it was like he was simply waiting for an acquaintance to finish reading a pamphlet. Curiouser and curiouser. Damn him for being this interesting. Damn him to the nine hells.

The folder came down on the stack of binders with a sharp crack. It was enough to make him flinch, but he didn't break eye contact. It was small, but it was enough for her. The goddess heaved a sigh and broke the stare to look over the binders. Fingers brushing the rather plain cover. Whispers of words filling her mind as the information flooded her. Pressing her palm to the topmost, she allowed her eyes to close ever so slightly. What would have taken hours, if not days, to read through was simply absorbed in an instant. Even then she didn't bother analyzing everything. If it had been Thoth he might have very well gone over every last word with great glee. She recalled when he learned of books "So much easier to store than scrolls!" he called at her as he clutched a volume. If he'd been here, he would've been bent over these volumes one way or another before long.

"Fine." That singular word broke the silence that had gone on for countless minutes. In all that time the summoner hadn't so much as coughed, had barely even shifted. "You have me well and truly trapped her until I agree." Did he? She wasn't sure if he'd allow her to leave if she said no. Better safe to err on the side of caution, make him think he'd won fully. If his power slipped even in the slightest then she'd pounce. "So we might as well get this over with." Keeping her hand on the pile of binders, she lifted the other and snapped her fingers. Clothes vanished in a swirl of sand, leaving her very much bare. While her face and appearance had been borrowed from a human, her body was as perfectly sculpted as a masterpiece. "How do you want this, human?"

It was his turn to move. Hand reaching towards her. This close she could smell him, his scent strangely neutral. Heart still as slow and steady as ever. A knife appeared from his robes. The summoner drew a swift line over his palm. "My name is Chris," his words washed over her as he let his hand drop to the cover of the binder. She frowned and rolled her eyes. Lifting her hand so she could draw a line across her palm with a claw. The instant she laid her hand on the cover, bands of flame rose around the pair, forming strands as they spun together. "And by the contract laid out here, I bind you Sekhmet, until the dawning of a new day."

Ropes of fire snapped into chains, slamming through both their bodies. She wanted to cried out, jerk away, every warrior instinct screaming at her to resist. She held his gaze evenly. "I am Sekhmet. I accept this binding as long as it suits me." It was a small thing, a twist in the wording, but it was within her rights.

Either he was expecting that or it was simply impossible to impress him. "Then we find these terms acceptable?"

She didn't have a choice, the contract was already sealed. Those fiery chains linking them both to the terms and conditions as laid out before them. Still, the danced had to be done and rituals observed. Why? Who the fuck knew anymore. "Yes."

Flaming chains tightened about the pair before vanishing. She could feel them wrapping around the core of her being, knowing he'd feel the same. Again, it was a small thing but it was something.

Never once did his expression falter. He might as well have been carved from stone for all the emotion he showed. "Good," His hand lifted and the binders simply vanished. "If you will excuse me, Sekh, I have a few other matters that require my attention." Turning his back on her, he strode towards a wall. The surface twisting and warping before a door appeared. "You have free reign of my home until dinner time."

Then he was gone.

Sekhmet stared at the open doorway, feeling him walk down the hall and into the distance. "What the fuck?" she half-growled to herself. Cheeks flushing hotter as teeth ground. He summoned her here. Laid out countless runes and wards to contain her. Spent who knows how long crafting a contract that was about as airtight as they came. Hundreds of hours of work and effort, not to mention expense. Runes crafted of solid brass and silver. Inks and powders of exquisite quality. So much to simply get her here. And not he was just hand waving her away?

Honestly she couldn't tell if she was insulted or not. Well, she was certainly insulted. She'd bared the beauty of her body to him and had received only the coolest of responses.

"What. The. FUCK?!" Her foot came down with a snarl. Floor shaking under the impact as more tiles shattered. It did nothing. Served no purpose in a room already littered with debris. Made her feel a bit better though. Though with this room already being wrecked there wasn't as much satisfaction in that.

Venturing out into the hall, she cast a quick glance around. Wood floors polished to a high shine. Pictures hanging in frames, some paintings and some in a strange medium. No brushstrokes that she could see, but they looked as if someone had perfectly captured the scene and somehow transferred it to paper. Every last detail sharp and clear. A perfect slice of time.

Had to be expensive.

Putting her fist through the piece was satisfying. Especially since someone had laid a fine sheet of glass over it. Glass shattered and crunched under her hand, making it supremely satisfying. Especially as the picture crumpled. Her fist going clear through the frame and into the wall itself. She drew her hand back and dusted her fingers off. Shards of glass and strange white dust were easily knocked off, not having even dared scratch her skin.

"Ah just fucking wonderful." Frowns creased her features as a figure shuffled towards her. A kobold grumbled at her as he ambled up. "Just making that much more work for me aren't you?" Sneering, he stalked forward and swung a pack off his back. "Just breaking shit all over without thinking about the people that have to clean it up."

She arched a brow smoothly and crossed her arms, watching the reptilian creature as he took the a ladder out of his pack. Climbing it, he took the ruined art down and began to repair the wall. "Do you know who I am?"

He didn't even look at her, "Some cunt going around breaking shit." A grumble sounded from the creature as he worked.

Arms crossed as she watched him a moment. "Such disrespect, do you know who I am?" What type of mortal would have a kobold in their house cleaning things up? Such a rude one too. Fingers flexing against her arm as ripping hot desert winds swirled around her.

"Some cunty cunt who thinks that she's much higher and mightier than she actually is." All it took was a flex of her power. Flames lashed out from Sekh, filling the hallway and blasting at the impudent little creature.

Fires faded after only a few seconds. There wasn't even a hint of soot on any of the walls, leaving the air swirling about her. The kobold huffed and shook his head slowly. "Can't burn the place down." He turned on the ladder and glared at her, "Did you even read the contract, or were you too busy snarling and huffing and being all She Who Mauls to actually pay attention to anything?"

Brows furrowed as she tapped a finger against her arm and thought. "Can't burn the place down, makes sense, but..." She looked at the freshly applied patch in the wall. "Nothing is stopping me from putting your head through the wall."

That made him a little worried, "Hey look, I just get tired of every time someone decides to pitch a fit or they have a rough time I've got to be the one to clean it all up. Gets tiring is all. Been around here for ages, helping Chris out when and where he needs. Then all you lot start coming in and who has to patch all the holes in the walls? Ol Shrer here."

Now that got her attention. "Others like me?" Leaning against the wall, she watched as he plopped down on the ladder, fishing out more supplies from his seemingly bottomless pack to repair the picture. "Are you saying that human has called other powerful demons?"

"Here and there," he busied himself with cutting glass, making sure that the shards fell down into his bag. "Had to go and ruin Sunset Atlas didn't you?" A huff slipped free, "Gonna have to print up another one." He caught her look, "What? Can't you feel them? Go ask them. I've got work to do." Hopping down, "Starting with the summoning room." Laying the frame against the wall, he took up his ladder and began to tromp over to the door. "See how badly you... OH MY FUCK!"

She was already wandering down the hall. He was right. Now that she thought to feel for it, she could feel other entities dotted throughout the house. Some were like the kobold, minor creatures likely here for the specific task that worked with their nature. Although if it were her, she'd have called a Brownie to tend to the house, not a kobold.

Whatever reason he had, she had more pressing things to investigate. Namely the fact that she could feel others around the estate. One of whom was very familiar.

The building was large, lavish. It was no temple, but it was perfectly acceptable. At least for the very short term that she was going to be bound here. The crack of her sandals echoing up and down the hall as she tried to use her senses to find her way to what she was looking for.

Several minutes and a grand tour of the house later, she opened a door and heard something. A familiar humming as someone moved about. She stood in the doorway a moment and looked around the room. Each wall sporting floor to ceiling shelves filled to the brim with books. Brass rails ran along the top of the shelves, a ladder hanging off it to give access to the upper shelves. Several plush chairs and couches were tucked into the room. Lamps perched here and there to provide little islands of illumination for the readers, of which there was none currently. Although there was a familiar figure that was working their way along the shelves, humming merrily as books were sorted and stored.

"How the mighty have fallen." Her voice shattered the near silence of the library. The room's steward jumping, books nearly tumbling from his grip.

Thoth, her fellow Egyptian deity, twisted on the ladder to stare at her with wide eyes. Somehow managing to neither drop the books nor lose his footing in the wild gesture. "Sekh?" came the surprised call. She frowned slightly as she looked over him. While she was still in a human form, he was not. He wasn't even in the bird-headed human form he typically adopted. Instead, he was in a form she hadn't seen before. That of a more human-like ibis. Wings somehow turned into arms, feathers clutching at the book like over large fingers. Taloned feet clutching to the ladder rungs. "Oh my me, it's been forever hasn't it? I'd ask what brings you here, but that's rather obvious isn't it?"

Arms crossed as she held the avian evenly with her gaze. "That much is obviously. My question is why you are here."

He let out a nervous laugh, "Well, isn't it obvious? I was summoned by our esteemed host. My contract involving helping him amass knowledge." A winged arm waved over the room in a grandiose gesture. "And organizing it all of course. Although, that second task has proven more difficult than one would assume." Bill clapped in annoyance, "See?" He pointed at a table. Mere seconds before, the polished surface had been clear, but now there was a familiar stack of binders as well as several new books. "Feels like every time I get nearly finish with my task, another stack appears."

Thoth heaved a sigh, "Ah well, it could be worse." Hopping off the ladder, he floated to the ground. "This new world is amazing. Here, look at this!" It was hopeless to try and get a word in when he was talking, so she merely followed as he walked past the table. Stepping into a space between shelves she hadn't seen before, he lead her through row after row of shelves. Far more than the room seemed capable of holding. She could feel magic as it tingled across her skin. Was this entire place enchanted? Made to be rooms within rooms, halls that could only appear from certain angles and the like? If she was completely honest, finer magics were beyond her. Her preference being using her power like a hammer, rather than a fine instrument as her fellow deity did.

After a short walk, they came to a strange object. A black rectangle with a tablou of lettered squares before it. "Look at this!" he almost purred, "It's a mortal invention, they call it a computer." Feathered fingers tapped over the squares, "It has access to every bit of knowledge gathered in their modern world. Books, access to people across the globe, moving pictures, moving pictures with sound, which are different from videos somehow." His bill clapped, "Not entirely sure how it's different, but it is." Everything he was saying was going right over her head, as expected. "And this!" he snatched up a thin leather-bound book. "This marvelous thing!" Flipping the cover open revealed a gray surface, the text flashing before reforming into something else. "They call it an E-reader. This tiny thing can contain thousands of books by itself!"

"Thoth," she snapped her fingers right before his face, "Enough." He blinked at her with those sharp eyes of his. "I don't know what a video is, nor do I care. What I want to know is everything you know about the human who summoned me. Summoned us."

He held the reader thing to his chest. Beak held in a way that she knew meant he was pouting. He was excited about his newest toy and had wanted to show it off. She'd make it up to him later, perhaps, but she needed intel more than anything else.

Shoulders rolled as he dropped to a chair, waving her towards another. "What is there to tell?" He did his best to not laugh as she sat down, the chair spinning her away. Thoth watched with mild amusement as she fought with the chair to face him, only to have it roll on the smooth hardwood. "He has a surprising number of layers. Had plenty of skill in the magical arts. He could do far more with the power he has, but he hasn't been greedy. No trying to use those he summons to even rule the smallest of cities." Sekh rolled her eyes, remembering the times some insignificant despot tried to call upon their might to rule the world. It never turned out well since those types of contracts were easily broken.

Nails tapped on the armrest, "Yes, he is certainly full of surprises." The feel of magic twining around her made her uneasy. She wasn't verse enough to read what all they did. Not with the strange modern magics and altered spells he was using. A frown creased her features as she leaned in. "So he summoned you to tend to this," indicating the library with a wave of her hand. "I can feel others."

Thoth nodded, "Yes, he has called several demons and bound them to various tasks. Tending to the garden, cleaning the place up, etcetera."

"Then why did he summon me, specifically using a contract asking for sex?" Arms crossed as she glared down her nose at the ibis. "If he's got so many others he could call up, why me specifically? Be easy enough to call up some trollop of a succubus."

Her eyes narrowed as the god of wisdom busied himself with the reader thing. "I really don't know why you specifically." Thoth laughed, "Could be that he was throwing that out there to throw you off."

Nails tapped sharply on the armrest as she narrowed her eyes. "Then perhaps you can tell me some weakness. You are the god of wisdom. Those binders were my contract. He would have had to store them somewhere and I know how you like to stick your beak into these things."

Another laugh, this one fairly nervous. "Ah, this language they use now. I've heard people joke and call it Legaleese. It's all party of the first part and party of the second and," he waved a hand, "just a mess."

"You are hiding something." Nails began to sharpen into claws. Digging into the wood and leather.

Full on panicked laughter now. "Me? Hide something? Please, I'm an open book." Her eyes narrowed as he tried to look away. "Okay fine!" he snapped his bill after a moment. "There are things, but I can't talk about them." Her growl washed over him, the room growing hotter, "Nor can anyone else here. You know the rules, and..." Thoth trailed off for a moment as he looked at her, then through her. "And you've already found yourself on thin ice haven't you? My advise?" he leaned forward, "He's not a bad guy, whatever he has planned will at least be better than sitting in your palace diddling yourself. Won't it?"

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Thoth's words still rang in her head. "Whatever he has planned will at least be better than sitting in your palace diddling yourself." They infuriated her. How dare that puffed up chicken insinuate that her time was better spent under a human, moaning like some cheap whore! She was Sekhmet and her place was being worshiped by humans. Not bedded by them!

Punching Thoth had made her feel somewhat better. He'd been on the ground, holding his head and squawking when she'd last seen him. After leaving the library, she did some more exploring and found herself rather surprised. While it seemed that she and Thoth were among the most powerful ones here, there were at least a dozen more scattered about. Each working at a different job. A dryad tending the gardens alongside several hyena-like creatures. A selkie and undine helping out there as well. Some goat who called herself Heidrun had chased her out of the kitchen. She'd even come across Cerberus, the hell hound disguised as a rather large husky or wolf-dog mix.

He'd taken to following her around at some point, keeping enough of a distance so it wasn't obvious he was watching her. The hound was at her side currently, Sekh having found her way out of the house and onto a strange stone path that led away from the house to connect with a darker stone path. A frown creasing her features as she reached out. A very solid wall springing to life before her. She pressed her palm to the glass-smooth surface and ignored the biting tingle that spread across her palm.

The wall wrapped around the estate in a smooth sphere. Not a single crack on the interior. She was trapped here until dawn. It didn't surprise her in the least. As loath as she was to admit it, he impressed her. From the layers of protection during the summoning, to the sheer number of demons he had bound here. All of them seemingly... content with where he had them. Which was beyond strange to her, to see so many malcontents perfectly fine with being bound to a human. Likely all had thought of rising up against him, but what happened then? Well none spoke of it.

"Boof." The sound and a heavy body against her thigh made her look down. Cerberus looked up at her with a slow wag of his tail.

Her frown deepened, "What?" Another deep wuff and a bump, his head pressing to her thigh to try and push her back up towards the house proper. "What do you want?" she snarled. The question had barely left her mouth when she felt that invisible pull at her core. A look towards the setting sun brought a frown to her features, "Oh. I'm guessing that it's dinner time." A quiet ruff and wag of the tail. She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Guess I'd better get it over with."

Dinner was being held on a patio around the back of the house. She'd seen the area earlier while exploring. It was a rather large stone patio, half under a cloth awning. A fountain constantly ran water down into a pool, helping cool the area some while providing a quiet background noise. A sparse, but still impressive, garden stretched out to the edges of a stone block wall and iron fence.

Chris was waiting for her, dressed in what she could tell was an expensive suit. The barest hint of a smile flashed across his features as she approached. "Hope you had a good look around." He drew a chair out and smiled at her.

Sekh frowned slightly as she looked over him. He was certainly trying to be charming and that was a good thing. At least it'd be good for most mortals. Still, it only reminded her of why she was here and what waited for her. She breathed out a quiet sigh and crossed her arms as she looked him dead in the eyes. "Why don't we get this over?" What do you want from me? This?" She waved her hand and the clothing disappeared again. Wafting away like so much smoke to reveal the perfect body. Nothing, his eyes looking at her evenly. "Maybe your lovely neighbor?" She felt her body shimmer as she willed it to change. Hips filling out, breasts becoming almost unrealistically large, hair an unnatural blonde. Nothing? "I had seen some of those... pictures on your walls. Maybe on of them." Arms stretched over head as her form flowed again, taking on the appearance of one of the models from those pictures. He just kept looking at her. Sekh giving him a moment to process what she looked like, "No?"

This was strange. She could feel ripples of excitement, but they were quickly smothered. Was he hiding his wants from her to make her guess? What was his game? She was utterly lost at this point but refused to simply come out and ask the mortal what he wanted from her. He was impossible to read and it was infuriating! "Perhaps the legendary Cleopatra?" Her form shifted again. Chris looking over her with... was that boredom?

He expected something better from the great Sekhmet. It was his fault really. He'd been building up to this for years. Imagine the surprise of the teenage Chris when he bought a box of books at a garage sell, hoping to find something he could resell for some money. And among the volumes had been a book on actual magic. Not slight of hand and not even fake stuff, but real spells. It hadn't taken long before he'd tried his hand at summoning spells. Calling up a minor demon. He'd gained a few scars in the ordeal, but more importantly, experience.

His next summons had worked out for the better. Calling up Cerberus and binding the hell hound into the form of a wolf-dog hybrid. He'd been a valuable companion and friend through the years. While not the smartest, the hound had been loyal to a fault.

It was during college that he made his next big step in his grand plan. He'd called upon Thoth, specifically wanting the Egyptian god. Being a god of wisdom and scribes had helped him greatly with his course work, and then his day job. Then being a god of magic as well had helped him grow in leaps and bounds. Thoth had been fairly willing to help out, seeking something to break up the tedium of being immortal. Chris hadn't just gone for the brains, but for the looks as well.

See, humans had never exactly done it for him. While he could certainly appreciate the beauty in any given man or woman, his tastes ran a bit more exotic. And Thoth, as it turned out, had been a bit...inexperienced in some ways. Many were the nights that they spent in each other's arms, going over books and new knowledge.

Thoth knew of Chris' grand plan. Without the ibis helping him prepare there was no doubt he'd not have gotten to the point where he was today. Although, if it was up to him, he wouldn't be here either. Thoth liked to take things slower, be as cautious as he could. Chris couldn't count the times they'd gone over the wards and runes and contract. Checking every last detail until his head was spinning. While a part of him had thought it was a waste of time, he knew he couldn't mess up.

He owed Thoth an apology, especially after seeing just how ferocious Sekh could be. Plenty of entities had tried to take a chunk out of him before, but she was on a whole other level. If it hadn't been for that final level of wards, well it wouldn't have mattered if she broke the contract of summoning because he might not have been able to enforce them. That is what he wanted. That ferocity. He wanted to see the Lioness up close and personal. To feel her fire. She'd been his goal for countless years. Everything he'd done had been building up to calling her.

Looking at her here and now though? It was strangely disappointing to see her resorting to such mundane means to seduce him. There was an ease to how her form flowed and shifted, but there was also something strangely awkward about it. Like she was trying a touch too hard to simply get things over with.

It was disappointing. In more ways than one as well. He wanted, desperately longed, for her to stay beyond the terms of her contract. Sure, he could simply have given the contract a longer time limit, but then he'd be making her stay. No, he wanted her to decide to stay on her own. Every fiber of his being cried for him to impress her.

Not that she could know that. If she became wise to it, then she could shy away. He had to coax the wild lioness out and woo her into staying or she'd be gone. He checked his mental wards again, allowing only hints of thoughts to slip through his shielding. Feigning boredom was easy enough.

He held the chair out for her and tapped his fingers against the back. "Are you truly The Sekhmet? The One Who is Mighty?"

Lips curled into a silent snarl as she crossed arms before her bare chest. "Of course I am!" Hot winds whipped around her, "You above everyone else should know who I am." She jabbed a finger towards him, flames gathering in her hair, "You are the one who called me. Bound me to a contract barely worthy of a cock whore succubus and yet you still question me?"

Not a hint of fear showed as he rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I know who you claim to be. Yet here you are, standing before me looking like..." he waved his hand, "Well, any ordinary woman. I have had creatures claim to be everything from Zeus to Hel in order to avoid being bound. All you've done is claim to be Sekhmet and throw one fit after another." His hand came down to rest on the back of the chair, "For all I know you are some common thing reveling in the identity you stole."

Flames leapt higher, "The identity I stole! You want the real Sekhmet?" Her voice rose as fiery winds lashed around her. "FINE!" her voice boomed as hands dropped. A circle of flame leaping from her head to engulf her form. Dark hair swirled and pulled back. Bone cracking and muscles creaking as her form changed again. Face growing longer, eyes flaring, every feature of her body shifting.

In a flash the recreated form of Cleopatra was gone. A proud lioness stood in her place. Golden fur almost glowing in the light of the sunset. Eyes the color of flame glared down her muzzle at the human as she crossed her arms again. Tail lashing behind her. Lips curled back to reveal a pearly white fangs. A throaty growl making the very earth shake underfoot. "Is this proof enough for you, Mortal?" Her voice continued to boom. "No mere succubus would dare adopt this form. Nor would any," she turned her attention to the others that hovered at the edges of the patio, "lesser creature allow them to. For they know of the divine wrath I would level upon them once I learned of..." she trailed off, attention refocusing on the summoner. There was something new there. Excitement? Lips curled into a smile, "Well now. Seems I finally got something out of you."

Oh indeed she did. She was... perfect. Not even his dreams had dared come close to reality. He knew that she was the real deal. Thoth came to him after she'd decked him, the avian god's needing an ice pack for his eye. Just because it would heal in short order did not mean it didn't need tending to. It was one of those circumstances where even knowing the truth did not come near experiencing it.

She towered over him now, and even from several feet away he could feel the raw heat of her form. Muscles shifted under her hide as she stood before him with that smug look. The huntress had found the proper bait to use. With him being so unreadable and unknowable even this seemingly small victory was something to be proud of. Breasts swayed as she shifted, planting a hand on her shapely hips. There wasn't a single one of her features that he didn't adore. Nothing too large, nothing too small, all perfectly proportioned.

"So," came the throaty purr, "How about we get on with what you wanted?" Claws tapped across the stone surface of the table, "Do you want me to simply bend over this while we have it it?" Both hands came down on the table as she bent forward. "Me yowling and screeching like a cat in heat while you have your moment of fun?" Her tail arched and hips swayed, "Wouldn't have to worry about dinner getting cold either."

The game was still afoot. Oh he longed to do as she asked, but he had to keep the hunt on. Drawing the chair out a touch more, "Dinner first. If we start with our revelries then it will be breakfast before I am through with you."

Her brow arched ever so slightly, "Confident, aren't we?" Spine bowed ever so slightly as she gave a stretch, then yawn. "Fine. Why don't we see what you have, Mortal." She turned and sank into the offered chair. Leaning back to plant her head right into his chest. "And we hope that you can live up to what you are promising."

A gasp slipped from the lion goddess as his hand swept boldly slipped over her shoulder to cup one of her breasts. Chris leaning down until his lips almost touched hers. Fingers finding her teat and rubbing it. Gently at first, just enough to get it to rise before he pinched. "My name is Chris. Don't forget it, because you will be moaning it before dawn breaks, Cat." Be confident. He was in control here and needed every ounce of courage that he had.

The pinch drew a soft moan from the lion. Her hand roaming up his front. Claws threatening to tear his suit, before they found their target and pinched. "You'll have to do better to earn me moaning your name."

He flinched as her fingers held tight to his nipple. Giving hers a twist before pushing the chair in. She smirked as he pulled away and moved to sit in a chair. He thought for a moment as he looked at her. "Well," he started, holding her gaze, "Why don't we start by changing up our seating?"

All it took was a whisper of magic. Just ask the chairs to change how they were arranged. Not uncommon, since he often hosted parties in his house. Being able to change things up certainly saved a fortune on furniture or rentals. The padded seats shifted under him, stone table reshaping itself. Curves flattening out and metal humming almost musically. Sekh's brow arching slightly as they were drawn together until their shoulders nearly touched. Chris' arm looping behind her to stroke her side. "There, more intimate wouldn't you agree?"

She laughed, "Intimate? Are you trying to romance me, Human? It's going to take a lot more than just a cuddle to get what you want." Eyes narrowed slightly as she voiced a playful growl.

Good, she was certain that he just wanted her to moan his name. He'd been told that once she got on a path it was sometimes hard to get her off it. Better to let her keep going down this path while his real goal stayed off her radar. "Oh I plan on doing more than cuddling," He smirked at her and let his fingers trail over her hip. "Starting with dinner."

As if on cue, that goat came sauntering out. She cast an unreadable glance towards Sekh, then a slight smile towards Chris. Heidrun held a metal tray overhead. The tray bowing under the weight of what it was laden with. Sekh's ears perked with interest as it was set down. A wide range of food, meats, breads, nuts, and more. "I'll be back with the rest," came the soft bleat. Curiosity was enough to keep her from digging in immediately. A low chuff coming from the lioness as his nails scratched over her hips. Heidrun came back seconds later with another tray. This was sporting large mugs of...

"Beer!" Sekh breathed out a sigh as she reached for one.

Cloven hoof came down with a stamp, "Mead," Heidrun narrowed her eyes, holding the tray just out of reach, "Not your poxy beer."

Chris held up a hand, "Apologies, Hei." The goat grumbled something under her breath as she ambled off, ample hips swaying. "It's a bit different from beer, but better if you ask me. Especially the stuff she fixes up." His body began to shift as he leaned forward. Suit forming into a misty cloud around him as his body thickened, grew taller. Tan fur sprouting along his arm and racing up the sleeve.

In the time it took him to pull a mug close, the human's body had grown. Becoming equally as tall as Sekhmet, muscles rippling under the suit as he settled himself. She looked at him with mild surprise, brow arched curiously, "And what is this?"

An ear twisted towards her as he offered his own little smirk. "Surprise you?" His voice rumbled out. "It's something that I rather enjoy." Setting the mug before he, he reached for his own. Hand sliding over her belly, fingers tracing those abs before drifting lower. "It's a form that I molded years ago. It's grown with me, aged." He laughed, "There were some... rather embarrassing features when I was younger. Ones I've smoothed out over the years." He looked at her and smiled, "I take it you've never seen a sabertooth tiger before, Kitten."

"It's certainly something interesting," she glanced at him as she took a mug. "Has a primal feel to it." A sip of the mead nearly had her purring. It was good. Warmth spreading through her as she quickly drained the entire mug. A warmth that was only helped along as his fingers found their way to her pussy. The teasing rub making her thighs press to his fingers. "Oh please." Slamming the mug down, she half-turned to face the male, "If you're going to do that, then..." her hand dove between his legs and grabbed, "Get a handful!"

Holy heavens, it was certainly a handful! She just let her fingers roam over it for a moment, feeling a feel for its size. And the more she rubbed it, the thicker and longer it was getting too!

Complete truth? It took everything Chris had not to bust it right there as she began to fondle him. Every adolescent dream came true all at once. He kept his cool though, or at least did his best to seem like he was. "Ah, so you mean something like..." Forcing his hand deeper between her legs, he hooked his two middle fingers and drove them into the lioness. "That?"

This time she actually did moan. Hips rolling towards his hand with a pleased purr. "That's more like it, human." She eyed him for a moment, "Guess I can't very well call you that now can I?" Smirking, she hoisted a chunk of meat and tore into it. Hand stroking him through his pants. Palm pressing to the hardness to enjoy the size of it.

"Mortal is hardly fitting either," he fixed her with a toothy grin. "Effectively immortal around you." His cock was throbbing, trying to escape the slacks that were already straining against his larger form.

She nodded and chewed on the meat. "Effectively," Bits of food spraying from her mouth as she spoke. While normally off putting, there was something about the savage way she was handling herself that was... exciting to say the least. "Which means that I should be able to..." The hand released his cock and twisted. Claws ripping into the fabric of his slacks, creating a hole large enough for his length to spring free. Even knowing that she couldn't physically harm him, the feel of her razor sharp claws brushing over his shaft was enough to make him jump. Which made his hand jerk against her and fingers curl. Sekh pressing against his hand with a rowl, "Oh that's better."

Eyes dropped to his cock, widening ever so slightly at the size of him. "Impressive," came the growl as she curled her hand around him. Fingers only just able to meet as she stroked the tiger. Hand roughly moved over his shaft, pumping the length and feeling how it throbbed in her grip. Fingers teasing his tip as precum gathered there.

A snap of his fingers made the rest of his clothing vanish. While they weren't simply magical like hers, they would appear in the laundry. Which he'd need to have the pants replaced after that. He felt her eyes roam over his new body. Even as a human he'd always been in shape, but in this form? Slabs of muscles shifted under the striped hide. Scars, which were carried over from his human form, criss-crossed his body. Each one a hard lesson learned, and each worn with pride. Leaning over, he gave her neck a bite, thumb circling her clit. "Gorgeous," came the growled word.

She couldn't hold back the groan, nor the way her hips began to squirm against his grip. "Gorgeous, am I?" came the more dangerous growl as she leaned against him, teeth finding their way to his throat. The lioness took a deep whiff of his scent and found herself savoring it. Hand flying faster over his girth now, teasing the male's barbs. She couldn't help but huff, "Powerful," as she pressed to him.

Despite, or perhaps because of, how roughly she was handling him, he could feel his climax welling up. Fingers continuing their assault on her body. Savoring the feel and sound of her slick insides as they squelched around his fingers. "Dangerous." He growled into her ear. Her teeth found his neck again, Chris responding by twisting his head around to bite at her scruff. Teeth digging in as he growled at her. Hips lifting against the teasing.

Twin snarls lifted from the cats. Sekh's claws digging into the stone table as thighs clamped around his hand. Chris' body jerked against her hand, painting the underside of the table with thick ropes of his cum. It had been days, perhaps weeks, since he'd gotten any relief. He'd been too focused on readying everything for her to even consider. And Sekh? Well, she was too intimidating for most males to even consider approaching her. It had been decades, perhaps centuries, since a male touched her like that.

Breath puffed against his neck as she panted, savoring the way her body hummed in the afterglow of her climax. Rolling her head, she smiled as she looked down at the mess that covered her hand and his thighs. "I hope that wasn't all you had."

A growl pressed to her neck as his hand swept over her thigh. Fingers barely grabbed at her before she knew what he was planning. Sekh smirked and shifted to plant herself in his lap. Thighs squeezing on either side of his as she planted herself over his cock. A roll of her hips making her privates glide over his length with a throaty rumble of pleasure. Hand dipped to play over his tip again as she grabbed another mug of mead, "This stuff is good," Gathering up a couple finger loads of his cum, she sampled it, "Not bad." Dipping fingers into the mead and swirling it around to mix his cum up with the drink. Taking a long draw off it, she purred. "Better."

Reaching around, he took the mug from her and took a sip. "Not bad." He caught the look on her face and returned the smirk. "Not the first time I've had that mix."

"Always trying to surprise me, aren't you, Tiger?" Her tail lashed and curled around his waist as her hips rolled back and forth against him. Cock throbbing against her pussy lips. A pleased sigh came from the lioness as she shifted forward to grab a handful of bread, "Must say, impressive for a mortal."

There was no way he could resist it. Reaching down to lift his cock up as she sank back. His tip pressing against her furred pussy before spreading her entrance. She paused for just a second, biting her lip as a couple inches slipped into her and spread her depths. It had been a while since she'd had something good and hard throbbing inside her. Thighs shook as her claws dug into the stone tabletop. Sekh let out a huff, ears pinning back before straightening. A growl shook free as she lifted before dropping her full weight onto his lap. Both groaning as her body wrapped around every inch of his cock. Rear bouncing off his groin as she squirmed against him.

Reaching past her, he grabbed some food and began to chew on it. "What a lovely, tight pussy you have, Kitten." Hand swept over her belly and cupped her thigh. Pulling her back into his thrusts. "It's been a while since you've had a good fucking haven't you?" He could feel her shudder as she lifted. Barbs scraping her insides and making her walls tremble.

Her huff turned into a growl. Leg lifting to plant on the chair. Sekh shifted to almost crouch over him, starting to drop her weight onto him with each bounce. "What can I say?" she half-growled, half-moaned. Doing her best to ride him while still sampling a little of everything at the feast before them. "Most males tend to lose their manhood when faced with a..." she slammed down hard enough to make the metal frame of their seat groan, "challenge."

His eyes were rolling back as he groaned. Teeth grinding as the frame dug into his body. The scant padding fine for sitting on, but quickly failing under the forceful impacts of a goddess riding his cock. Dropping his food, he let both hands fall to her thighs. Jerking her down, he ground his cock against her depths. Sekh twisted to look back at him with fire in her eyes as muscles strained against him. It was a power struggle. Him holding her against him, savoring the feel of that incredible hot body wrapped around his pole. Her trying to break free so she could continue her fun. It wouldn't last, and the metal chair would be the failing point. "More fools they," he grinned at her and lunged upwards.

Food clattered to the patio, the clamor only matched by the snarling felines. Sekh nearly roaring as she crashed against the stone. Claws digging trenches in the surface as she planted herself. Feet apart and hands braced hard as he drew back. Insides fluttering against his pillar. He caught her somewhat off guard but she wasn't going to let him have the upper hand too long.

Fingers punched through the stone as she planted her feet. Driving her hips back into each of his thrusts. Snarls and growls lifting from her. Body slamming into his, "That all you've got?" Came the growling groan even as her thighs shook.

His hand crashed against her rear with a smack, drawing a yowl from her. Ass stinging from the slap, she jerked away as he pulled back. Displeased hiss coming from the lioness as his cock popped free. Flipping herself around, she snarled, "Trying to spank me?" Planting her hands on the table, she wrapped her legs around his waist and jerked him towards her. Muff grinding against his base as precum spilled over her belly. Sekh snarled, "Look like some cheap whore to you?"

Christ twisted and wrenched, fighting against the iron hold her legs had on him. Another strike to her thigh made it loosen just enough for him to squirm. Bringing his tip back in line with her entrance. "No," he growled at her, powering his way back in. Eyes locked with hers, "Look like a bitch who likes it rough."

She ripped chunks of stone from the table, hovering right on the edge of the best orgasm she'd had in centuries. Grabbing at his neck, she held onto him and growled, "You fucking know it!" Jerking him down, she nearly headbutted the sabertooth on her way to kiss. Tongue forcing its way into his mouth, where his could wrestle with it.

Not that he minded at all. Balls churning with his second load even as she pulled him down. Each thrust making the table rattle and threaten to give way under them. Bodies crashing off each other. Heels digging into the small of his back. Teeth dug at his tongue as she groaned. Entire body shaking under him. Her claws digging into his shoulders as she pulled herself against him. Every fiber of her being grabbing at him with her second orgasm of the evening.

He wasn't far off either. Throwing his full weight against her even as the waves of her climax shook over his length. While the two titans could withstand the force, the table could not. It gave way under them, dropping the pair to the floor as it shattered. Chris burying himself balls deep into Sekh. Seed painting her walls with the raw, thick heat.

Sekh broke the kiss with a gasp, body arched as his warmth flooded her, "Oooh," came the warbling call. "Needed that," she groaned at him. "Needed so bad..."

Rough tongue brushed over her exposed neck, "I'm just getting started." She looked at him, surprised for a breath, then grinning eagerly. Hips rolling as her body clenched against his still raging erection. A low growl shook up the tiger's throat, "Been waiting for this for a long time."

The gathered demons watched the pair with awe as they immediately launched into the real round three. Not a single one hadn't been on edge, knowing what his plan had been. He'd summoned and bound a great many of them simply to ensure that this evening went well That if she did try something, they could handle it. Judging from the way the pair were rolling about, it seemed that he could handle it himself. And very well, if the noises were any indication.

A quiet groan whispered free of Thoth's bill, the god of wisdom watching his friend and his compatriot going at it. Biting at a feathered finger as the pair shifted onto a somewhat doggy style pose. Sekh's claws digging into the concrete patio as she drove her hips up and back against Chris.

He huffed louder, tail feathers fanning as Cerberus' tongue lapped at his backside. Pressing into his pucker with a needy growl. Thighs shook as the ibis held himself there, watching the pair with rapt attention. Only just aware of the demonic dog rearing. Something he became keenly aware of as the heavy weight dropped to his backside. Making him look back as the hound grinned at him with three heads, hips rocking sharply. Burning precum spraying over his feathered backside as he sought his target. A wiggle of his hips helped the male line up and...

"Ahh!" Thoth whispered the moan as Cerberus slammed into him. Driving every last inch of that demonic cock into his tight rear. Huffing louder as the male began to slam into him with shallow thrusts. Balls smacking off his backside with embarrassing smacks.

They weren't the only ones that had paired off either. The undine and selkie were perched on the edge of the pool, her legs twined around his as he rolled into her. A dryad was being double-teamed by some gnolls, the hyena-like pair pounding away at her from either end. "Oh fuck yeah, little man!" Heidrun moaned out as Shrer railed her. The kobold showing the goat just how good he was.

Neither Sekhmet nor Chris noticed, nor did they care. Every ounce of their attention was focused on the other one. The pair were always on motion, claws digging into concrete as they fought for control before changing position. Never settling on one for long before moving to the next. All while their snarls and calls were tearing through the night. Thankfully contained by the same spell that kept Sekhmet bound to this estate. Otherwise the neighbors might be rather concerned.

A groan broke free of Thoth as he watched Chris and Sekhmet going at it. The lioness had somehow wound up on top. Her thighs squeezing his head as she sucked his cock. Judging from the way she was groaning, he was obviously putting his tongue to use.

He was rather heavily distracted. Thighs aching from the scratching of the hell hound's claws, rear stinging from the constant impact of the hips against his. His own tapered length was throbbing below him, precum spraying onto the concrete. Not letting his eyes leave the pair as Sekh's head bobbed over Chris's length, slurping wetly. He could only groan as hot breath puffed against his neck from three different heads. Jaws closing on his shoulder as Cerberus' knot stretched his rear. A gasp coming from the ibis as his hips jerked, eyes rolling with a shudder. Cum splashing against his chin and chest as that demonic hell-seed flooded his backside. Heavy knot pulsing right on his prostate with each spurt.

Sekh's ear twitched as she heard Thoth cry out. Couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the male. Not when there was such a prize under her. Holy fuck he was thick! Her jaws were aching from taking the length, tongue playing with his barbs as she felt that rich precum spill into her maw.

Reaching down, she grabbed his sac and began to roll it with a groan. A huff puffed through her nostrils as his rough tongue lashed against her privates. Her insides were aching from the pounding she'd been taking. Clit throbbing painfully from the continued licking and constant rubbing. His barbs had done their work and made her cum hard enough that even her abs were aching.

In short, it was the best fucking experience she'd had in recent memory.

Chris groaned under Sekh, her pussy pressed right against his muzzle. Despite not being able to harm him, she was certainly wearing him out. There wasn't an inch of him that didn't hurt. He didn't want to stop though. Everything she did only excited him all the more! Just the taste of her alone was enough to encourage him to go for more. Blend of his cum and her juices leaking over his face as her thighs squeezed his cheeks.

Despite how worked up he was, there was only so much his body could naturally handle. He could feel that familiar ache, the pain from going too often, start to build in the depths of his balls. Already, it was getting difficult to finish. He could feel himself teetering on the edge even as she tried to swallow down his entire cock with each bob. Eyes narrowed as he huffed, breathing in her scent before burying his tongue into her waiting pussy. In this form he was certainly larger and stronger, but there was still only so much that his magically enhanced body could do.

That didn't meant he was out of tricks though. He had a pretty simple spell that he could whip out without missing a beat of eating her pussy. The spell only took a whisper of power before he felt strength flood his form. The spell had a risk to it, couldn't just create energy from nothing. He was borrowing from his future self, banking on that later. Might make him drop into a deep sleep for a couple days, but it was worth it.

Sekhmet shuddered as she felt his balls tense, cock surging in her maw. His roar shot into her pussy and shook her to the core. Thighs shaking as she groaned over him, sitting back and drawing her head away. His first shot hitting her across the tongue before she pulled back the rest of the way. Gasping as his thick cum splashed across her face and tits. Purring as the warmth coated her form, tongue rolling over her lips with a grin.

Hand stroked over his length to get every last drop out, not caring that she was absolutely coated with his seed. "Hei!" she called out as she stood up smoothly, "Got any more mead?" The goat moaned, just waving towards another table laden with frothy mugs. Strolling over, she grabbed one of the mugs and tipped it up. Drinking as much as she simply allowed it to pour over her body. Savoring the blended flavors of the mead and cum as it washed down her throat. Turning, she flashed a grin at Chris as he stood up. Tongue rolling over her lips with a deeper purr, "Must admit, I had my reservations about this." Tongue swept over her lips, "Should we mix things up a bit to keep it fresh?"

Dropping the mug, she took a step forward. Body rolling and shifting again. Flame rolling over her body as she shifted from the humanoid lion to a fully feral one. Stalking towards the sabertooth and rubbing against his legs with a deep growl, "How's this work for you?"

His cock lifted as he smirked at her, "It works very well." A quick glance at the assembled group showed him that everyone was doing their own thing. He flashed a smirk at Thoth, the avian kneeling on a cushion, pressed rear-to-rear with Cerberus. He worked his nails against Sekh's spine, "Why don't we move over there?" he pointed towards a low wall, which would put the feral lion about waist high for him.

Ears perked, "Oh? Not wanting to show me what a feral sabertooth looks like?" She mock-pouted at him before hopping up as he asked. Sekh narrowed her eyes with a purr as his hand came down on her haunch, scratching there. Rear lifted ever so slightly as her tail curled up to show off her pussy.

Chris smirked and pressed his cock against her, "I've got something I think you might like more." Licking his lips, he pressed into her with a moan. She was even tighter now. Walls flexing over his cock as if to fight his entry. Planting both hands on her hips, he pressed forward with a growl. One which she answered with a snarl of her own, hips squirming back against him.

He waited, but not long, before springing his surprise. Pressing in, he didn't stop until his sheath was pressed against her lips. Just give her a little taste with a few thrusts. Let her get relaxed and loosened up before unveiling his next surprise.

Sekhmet chuffed as he thrust against her, claws throwing sparks off the concrete as she scraped up the wall. Her eyes narrowed as she pushed back against him. Didn't matter if he stayed as he was or... FUCK!

Eyes snapped wide as claws dug into the wall. Yowling out as his cock grew inside her, nearly stretching her poor body to its limits. Twisting around, she found herself facing a striped belly. Chris braying out a laugh as hooves clopped on the ground. "Surprise you?" He snorted. Shaking his head as his body finished shifting, having turned into that of a feral zebra. Heavy, black cock throbbing as he shoved against her. The force of his thrust forcing her to either dig her claws in or be slid across the wall.

Naturally she dug her claws in and snarled, shoving her hips back. She could feel her belly scrap the ground, bulging from the sheer size of the male over her. A shaky growl was shaken from her as she pressed against him, wanting to get every last inch. "That all you've got?" came the gasping wheeze.

Oh she knew what that would bring on, and she wasn't disappointed.

Each thrust slamming as deep as it could go. She couldn't hope to take all of that stallion cock, but it wasn't going to stop her. The way he battered her insides hurt so good. Leaving her gasping and clawing at stone as she tried to hold herself there. Writhing under the stallion, she tried to catch her breath and give as good as she god. It was hard to focus though. Each pile driving thrust from that cock was nearly enough to set her off. Lights flashing and dancing behind her eyes as that tip scraped over her g-spot over and over again. Only made worse as he began to flare inside her.

Sure enough, he didn't last long. Stallions, while physically impressive, weren't exactly known for their stamina. It only took a few thrusts before he was slamming forward with a grunt. Crown flaring as wide as it could as massive balls heaved. Sekh's voice lifted into a wordless snarl as her gut bulged from the force of his seed being pumped into it. It didn't take more than a couple shots before it began to leak around his girth, drooling onto the wall beneath her.

He barely gave her a moment to recover before he pulled out. Drawing a yowl from the feline as his cock scraped over her insides and fell out with a wet pop. Unleashing a torrent of cum to drool down her gaping slit and onto the concrete below.

It took her a moment before she could even respond. The lion goddess slowly shifting on the wall. Body flowing back into its anthro form as she sat down. "Fuck," came the breathless growl. Looking up at Chris, she watched as he turned back into the saber form, but kept the sizable cock. Showing off now?" came the growl. Insides shaking as the evening began to wear on her.

"Perhaps." He chuckled, rolling his shoulders, cock shrinking a bit to something more manageable. Reaching down, he ran his fingers over the shaft slowly. "Don't tell me you're finished already? Has the great Sekhmet met her limits?"

Maybe she was, but he couldn't know that. Licking her lips, she voiced a very hungry growl. "I'm just getting warmed up." The patio cracked underfoot as she launched herself at the male with a roar. Slamming into him full force. He caught her, hands coming down on her rear with a twin crack that left both ass cheeks stinging. The force of her pounce knocked him backwards, spine slamming into the concrete block wall of his home with enough force to crack it. Legs wrapped around his waist, arms twining about his neck.

They moved as one, slamming his cock back into her. His hips trying to lift to meet hers before she would slam down. The force of the impact driving him back against the wall. Each meeting getting rougher, more violent. Cock throbbing inside of her body as their forms bounced off each other.

It wasn't long before a particularly vigorous thrust sent them through the wall. Debris bouncing off their forms as the titanic cats fell to the ground. Rolling about the hall as they fought for the upper position. One moment, she was on top. Breasts bouncing wildly as she tried to hold him down. The next, he was on top, hand about her throat to hold her down. Neither held the position for long before it changed hands, the pair more than equally matched.

Sekh twined her arms around him, claws digging into his back as she growled. Hips slamming into his as her breath began to catch and rise. Eyes squeezed shut as insides rippled. "Oh fuck..." came the huff. "Oh. Fuck." She moaned. Grinding her pelvic bone against his. Tail lashing as they crashed through something else. Furniture? A wall? It didn't matter. Her entire world was what was going on with him right now. Feeling the way his breath puffed on her neck. How he pulsed inside of her. Her her every fiber rejoiced with their union. "OH. FUCK. CHRIS!" came the bellow as she squeezed him with every limb.

His name rang in his ears, piercing through the encroaching darkness. A primal growl echoing from the sabertooth as he drove his full weight against her. There, laying on their sides, he pressed every last inch he had into her, pumping his seed into her for the.... He lost count of how many rounds they'd gone. The only things he was aware of was how her frame pressed to his. And how the light of the new day was coming through the hole they made.

Then. Darkness as the night caught up.

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He hurt.

That was all he was aware of at first. How much he hurt. There wasn't a single inch of his body that didn't ache. His head pounded, as it always did when he overused his magics. More than that there were countless bruises over his body. Or at least they'd have been bruises if what happened could have left them.

It took a monumental effort to just open his eyes and look around. Someone had moved him to his bedroom. Heavy curtains blocking out every trace of light, plush blankets weighing him down. The room was utterly silent, his breathing the only sound. Slowly, he rolled his head over to look at the clock. It was early afternoon. He felt his heart dip. The contract was over and there was no reason for Sekhmet to be there. Of course she left, there was no reason for her to stay. She'd been rebelling against the contract from the instant she set foot in his home. It was wrong of him to expect a wild animal like her to stay caged up.

He was staring at the clock when the door creaked open. "I'm awake," he called to whoever entered his room, "I hurt, and I'd like some privacy."

"Tough shit," the voice made his head snap around. Too fast though, the entire room swaying as his brain screamed at him in protest. A bedside light clicked on and Sekhmet smirked down at him. The lioness as naked as she had been the night of the contract. "You look horrible." A heavy sigh broke free as she shoved a small cup and a bottle of water at him. "Here, I was told to have you take these when you wake up. Thoth said it'd help with your pain."

He took the pills, grateful for the cold water. "You're still here." His voice cracked with the words. Pressing the cold bottle to his head to try and ease the pain. "How long was I out?"

She turned the light off, "A week. I figured what the hell? I had nothing better to do and you showed me one hell of a good time." The blanket lifted and she slipped in beside him. Hand roaming over his chest. "Although we are going to lay down some rules."

Rules? More importantly, "A week?" He tried to sit up, but she shoved him back down.

"Nope, you're not getting up. Thoth said he handled things. Made some calls to," her hand waved, "someone. Don't know who, didn't care to ask. Said you were taking a few weeks off for personal reasons." Claws scraped over his chest, "It's not important." Her lips brushed against his ear, "What is important is my terms. You can keep your little invulnerability where I"m concerned, but if I catch you drawing from future stamina..." teeth clamped at his ear, "I will leave more than just a scar."

The pills, magically boosted over the counter pain relievers, were doing their job, as was the cold water. His hand swept over her back slowly, "Seems like that's rather heavily weighted in my favor."

Her power, hot and furious, swept over him as he accepted the first set of rules. Not a contract, but an agreement. "Oh it is," came the growl as she shifted. Thighs pressing to either side of his body as she leaned over him. Noses almost touching as she grinned. Fire in her eyes as her form rolled against him. "Because you are going to need every advantage I'll give you, Tiger."

Chris returned the grin with ever bit of vigor he could. "That sounds like a challenge, Kitten." Bottle fell to the side as he swept his hands over her, admiring her powerful frame. "I seem to recall someone screaming my name before I fell asleep."

A far too innocent chuff slipped out, "Really? Must have been your imagination." Thighs pressed tighter to his as his body shifted under her. Her warmth pressing against him as the saber form returned.

"We'll see about that." He chuffed, licking at her throat.

Sekh craned her head to expose it to him, "We will. Now, enough talking. Let's make your nursemaid bird worry some."