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This story was written for Bluetippedwolf. It contains M/M and M/F sex between consenting adults, and divinely supernatural fun. ^^

Favour of the Gods

As Riddle settled down at a table towards the rear of the coffee shop, he glanced up and around at the other patrons chatting quietly or sipping at their drinks. Many of them had their heads bowed, looking at their phones or peering out from behind a laptop screen as they got some more work done on their lunch break, but the wolf found his cheeks flushing as all of a sudden he found himself making eye contact with another figure. They weren't looking around as he was though, they weren't glancing across the coffee shop at something else or even just staring off into the distance lost in thought. The sharp amber eyes of the anthro peregrine falcon were fixated upon him, and as Riddle blushed and looked nervously away, only to glance up again and whine under his breath as he found that figure still staring at him, he felt his heart beginning to race with something more than just social awkwardness.

Glancing up once again, expecting the other man's gaze to have passed, Riddle whimpered and clutched at his coffee cup before him when he saw the falcon still staring, unsmiling and seemingly unblinking at him with unerring and undaunted focus despite having been caught red handed in the act of his observation. The wolf tried to look away and forget about it, to sip at his coffee and look at his phone and not feel those eyes fixed upon him. Needless to say though, it didn't work. The desire to know whether the falcon was still staring at him was too intense, and thus Riddle looked up once more only to groan as he felt his eyes drawn into helpless contact with the avian male once more. He looked away, then back again almost immediately. Then away again, then back and...

His eyes bulged.

The chair was empty.

His gaze darted around the room, and rather urgently he rose from his seat, fast enough to make a few other patrons glance up from their coffees and one of the baristas to glance over in his direction as though concerned he had spilled something on himself. Riddle barely noticed them staring though, far too concerned, far too confused by what he was seeing in front of him right now... or rather what he was failing to see. The falcon was gone, not just absent from the chair in which he had been sitting but not anywhere in view despite mere seconds having passed between when Riddle looked away from him the previous occasion and looked back again more recently. The wolf's head span, and his blue ears laid themselves flat against the dark fur of his head as he whined and clenched his fists by his sides. Was he going crazy? Had he imagined the falcon entirely, or somehow lost a period of time during which the bird had simply stood up and walked out?

Riddle shook his head, and leaving his barely touched coffee and cake sitting at the table where he had placed them, he padded his way towards the shop's restrooms. He needed a face-full of cold water right there and then, if not to try and clear his reeling, fuzzy-feeling head then simply to prove to himself that this all wasn't some weird trippy dream. He placed his hand upon the bathroom door, took a deep breath to try and settle himself as he prepared to step into that more solitary and calm, private space, and then...

Stepping through the door, Riddle yelped sharply as the world fell into darkness and a cool breeze suddenly whipped around him. He stumbled as his foot landed not upon smooth floorboard but a slightly rocky and uneven surface instead, and his ears rang with the sudden relative silence of rustling leaves as the conversation, the clinking of cups and the faint background music of the coffee shop all ceased to exist. The wolf span on the spot, but already the door through which he had stepped was gone, gone as though it had never been there, and he found himself staring out over what appeared to be a vast forest-filled river valley, dark but illuminated by rich silvery moonlight from the crystal clear sky above. His gaze travelled up, eyes widening more and more as he saw the sky as he had never seen it before. So clear, so unpolluted by anthro-made light sources that he could not only see the glimmering points of countless stars across the sky, but the vivid shapes and colours of distant galaxies. The horizons seemed to draw back on all sides, allowing for more and more sky to unfurl and wrap around the reality of the small earth upon which Riddle was standing.

He stood there gaping in awe at the beautiful sky above, having all but forgotten about his panic regarding the fact that he wasn't meant to be here. And it was then, as he stared up at the majesty of the night sky and wondered how he had ever been content to spend his time indoors in that tiny, enclosed little coffee shop when there was a whole vast world and a whole beautiful sky to admire beyond its walls and ceiling, that his eyes fell upon a dark silhouette against the shining moon high above.

A figure with huge wings and a strong, lean body. A form with sharp eyes of a brilliant amber which pierced Riddle's very soul, and who as he swept down from the heavens above and landed upon the mountainside where Riddle now found himself standing, the wolf immediately recognised for who he truly was. Not just the falcon from the coffee shop, not just the figure who had been observing him, watching him, waiting for the wolf's mind to wake up and notice him. That might have been who he had been before now, but in that moment Riddle recognised the falcon for who he truly was. He saw him with the clarity of someone who had seen one of this falcon's kind before, with the awareness of a mortal who had been in the presence of a deity from the same realm, the same pantheon as the one standing proud and tall before him now.

Riddle's heart raced, and given his past association with one of this God's kin, a lurching surge of arousal rushed through his loins even as he dropped to his knees in supplication.

"Horus..."

The peregrine's feathers ruffled proudly as he was addressed by name, recognised for who he was even by a mortal of this modern era, when so many had forgotten him and his kind. He stepped forward, and as Riddle slowly and respectfully raised his gaze across the length of the God's body, the wolf saw a pair of bare feathered legs which rose to firm thighs, and above that... the mortal male groaned in lust, and he heard Horus chuckle as his eyes fell upon the deity's crotch, as naked as the rest of his body and bearing not only an ample pair of downy feather covered balls despite his otherwise avian features, but a large and fully erect cock of a rich, fleshy pink tone.

"Your reputation precedes you, Riddle. Anubis has been talking about you. Talking quite a bit, actually, about how he hasn't had a mortal so devoted to him in centuries. About how freely and gleefully you offered yourself up to him... and how very, very pleasant it was to experience mortal, carnal pleasure alongside you. I cannot deny, it made me curious. It made several of us curious, in fact."

Riddle's eyes bulged, and he looked around as though expecting to see more figures flying down from on high or stepping out of the shadows of this cool, moonlit night. The corner's of Horus' beak turned up, and he murmured softly.

"Oh, they're not here now. But... I dare say they'll make themselves known when they feel like it. That is, assuming that I am able to confirm that Anubis was correct in his assertions."

The falcon took another step towards Riddle, and his cock twitched lustily as he did so. A deep rumbling groan escaped the wolf's lips, and he licked them as Horus, god of the Sky loomed over him with his thick, throbbing erection mere inches away from Riddle's wide-eyed, panting face.

"Was he right about you, Riddle? Or, should I tell my fellow gods that... a-ah... ahh!"

Horus stared down at Riddle in wide-eyed shock of his very own, the wolf no longer merely kneeling before him in reverent supplication but instead raised up on his knees with both arms wrapped around the diety's waist. He was nuzzling, nosing and rubbing his face intimately against Horus' sizeable cock, and before the god could recover his composure after that sudden burst of unfamiliarly physical,tangible and thoroughly mortal pleasure, his head was throwing itself back and his beak falling open in a piercing, hawkish shriek of pleasure as Riddle hungrily engulfed each and every one of Horus' nine inches and began to bob and suckle hungrily upon them, taking the foremost few inches of the avian god's shaft into his throat seemingly without effort.

Standing there on that rocky, moonlit mountainside with the most clear and vibrant night sky surrounding them, Horus could only rock his hips and gasp, moaning in stunned pleasure as Riddle worked his tongue over the underside of the diety's cock while gulping down burst after burst of hot, thick and copious pre-cum. Unlike Anubis who had seemed all too familiar with the pleasure of mortal bodies during their first cum-coated encounter the falcon god seemed almost a little more overwhelmed by what was happening than Riddle, his divine composure melting away as he began to buck his cock against Riddle's already hard working, eagerly slurping maw. The avian deity wailed in overwhelmed bliss as he felt one of Riddle's fingers teasing and probing between the cheeks of his buttocks, exploring beneath his flapping, flared out tail-feathers, and though Riddle was mostly pre-occupied he swore he saw several bright flashing lights as stars seemed to erupt and then vanish from the sky like rapidly burning supernovas as Horus howled and squawked his way to what appeared to be a first flesh and blood orgasm perhaps centuries if not millennia in the making.

"Riddle!"

Hearing a god cry out his name not as a command but as a plea, begging him for release just as he had begged Anubis countless times in their past encounters, Riddle couldn't deny that it felt incredible. Through the jeans he had not yet been given an opportunity to discard he rubbed at his own cock with one trembling hand as he tasted more and more of Horus' slick pre-cum rolling liberally down the back of his throat. He groaned and gurgled and closed his eyes as he listened to Horus' pleasure building, feeling the twitching of the falcon's cock growing more and more intense with each stroke of his lips across its length and each sweep of his tongue against its sensitive underside. It didn't matter to him that this deity wasn't as forceful or domineering as Anubis had been. It didn't matter to him whether he would be filled with Horus' cock before long, or indeed if Horus might end up filled with his before their time together in this place was done.

This god had sought him out, this divine being had tracked him down because another divine being had told him just how good Riddle was when it came to the mortal acts of sexual pleasure. And thus regardless of what the god in question intended to do to him or share with him in that regard, Riddle was more than proud to be a part of it. He was more than honoured, more than overjoyed.

His heart and soul belonged to Anubis, the first to claim him and the only one whose mark lingered upon his mortal soul, given freely and joyously to the god by Riddle himself. But when it came to his body... if other gods, other beings as powerful and beautiful and every bit as impossibly, deliriously erotic as Anubis himself craved a chance to explore Riddle's body and share their earthbound form's pleasures with him, then he was their humble servant, now and whenever they desired him in the days to come.

"Ah. Aaahh, R-Riddle, I... aaahhhgod, I'm... _ aaahhh _!"

Riddle's eyes rolled back in his head, and he slurped, he suckled, he feasted as Horus began to pour thick ropes of hot, fresh, salty cum down his throat. The cum of a god infusing itself into him, surging forth as a gift given freely, bountifully, and ensuring that he would not only be ready for what Horus asked of him next, but that he would be ready to go on, and on, and on for as long as the god of the sky needed him.

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Riddle's paws slapped sharply against the cool stone floor of the mall's interior as he fled, glancing back over his shoulder and whimpering as he saw the powerful figure still giving chase, relentless in her pursuit. All around them people gasped and stared as the naked wolf raced through the ground floor of the mall with his cock erect and bouncing wildly with every step he took, strings of pre-cum lashing the ground every now and then as an equally naked and snarling lioness loped hungrily after him. No-one did anything about it though. No-one called the cops or even mall security, and as soon as the pair were out of sight, it was as though they had never been there... aside of course from the few glistening droplets of Riddle's arousal which continued to rest upon the floor.

Crying out an apology even as he did so, Riddle pushed past two people standing side by side on an escalator and bounded his way up to the mall's upper floor, eyes darting from left to right even before he reached the top as he tried to figure out an escape route. He heard a crash from somewhere below followed by a bellowing roar, and grinned as he darted right, towards the food court, hoping that whatever had slowed and distracted the figure chasing him would linger for just a few seconds longer. Panting and huffing he bolted into the food court and between countless tables where people were eating hot dogs and tacos and pretzels and other mall essentials of that variety, Riddle paid no heed to their stares, to their pointing and gasping and comments about his rock hard, rich blue coloured cock. They didn't understand. They didn't realise what was coming. What was chasing him. He had to get away and it didn't matter that his clothes had long since been torn from his body, literally ripped aside by her efforts to claim him. None of their insignificant mortal concerns mattered, because this wasn't a mortal with whom he was dealing. Just like Anubis, and just like Horus barely a week ago, he was being chased by a god. Or rather, in this particular case, a goddess.

He ran to the far side of the food court, to an area separated from the rest of the tables by a small ramp which led up to an enclosed, balcony-like space with six or seven tables and an architectural wall which rose up to around waist height. Pressing a finger to his lips as he saw a couple of guys sitting at one of the tables close by and staring at his bare ass, he dropped to his knees behind the wall and took a deep, steadying breath before letting it out again as quietly as he could. The mall seemed to fall silent for a few moments as it waited in nervous curiosity with him, but rather than another roar ringing out around the food court or the crashing sounds of tables being tossed and thrown around as the lioness searched for him, Riddle soon heard people getting back to their conversations and their food. He heard the rattle of cutlery against plates, the sound of laughter, even the two men sitting just metres away from him seemed to forget all about his presence and go back to their rather sappy, romantic lunch-time rendezvous.

Riddle sighed in relief, and the tension finally left his body as he slumped against the wall. He had done it. He had escaped her. He had won, and...

A shadow fell over the wolf where he lay. He didn't tense up again. He didn't move at all, but simply groaned softly as a deep, rumbling snarl rang out from directly above.

"There's only one thing easier to track by scent than a mortal soul, Riddle. Do you know what that is?"

The wolf swallowed thickly and shook his head, glancing up to see a powerful body perched ever so delicately upon the top of the wall directly behind him, knees bent, feet together, leaning over with her clawed hands digging into the matter of the wall and allowing her to lean forward so she could peer down at him over her bountiful, perfectly perky breasts.

Sekhmet grinned, licked her lips, and vaulted off the wall to land on the table in front of Riddle, or rather to crash right through it like it was made of kindling and come to rest upon all fours on the floor before him, primed and ready to pounce like the huntress that she was.

"The easiest scent to track in all the world... is that of a man who wants to be caught. A man who aches, who longs, who needs to be captured, because he knows what will happen when he is."

Riddle whimpered and shook his head once again, harder than ever.

"I... I swear, Sekhmet. M-my goddess. I swear I tried to run. T-to hide. I didn't let you catch me. I d-didn't..."

The lioness grinned toothily, stalking closer, closer to where Riddle lay with his back to the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him flat against the floor and his cock still rock hard and quivering, drooling pre-cum more urgently than ever the closer she got to him.

"Oh, don't worry my little morsel. I know that you tried, consciously at least. I know how hard it is for a mortal mind to replicate true fear, true panic while still maintaining willing excitement and desire, and I would never seek to make you fear me, to make you truly wish to flee from me. But, we both know that no matter how much you desired to please me by giving me the thrill of this chase... you're so very, very happy now that I have you. Now that you're at my mercy, are you not?"

Riddle groaned, but nodded his head in helpless honestly. Sekhmet growled in delight.

"I'm glad. I'm so very glad, Riddle. Because... I'm happy to have caught you too, for finally I can claim my prize. My trophy."

Her eyes lingered hungrily on Riddle's cock for a few moments, and then she sprang to her feet, though not before sweeping one strong arm forward and grabbing Riddle by the shoulder. She dragged him to his feet with shocking ease and minimal assistance on the stunned, howling wolf's part, and forcibly led Riddle out of the little enclosure into the midst of the food court once more. The wolf swore it was far more crowded than it had been just minutes before, barely a single table free as if to provide them with the largest possible crowd, but he didn't really have much time to linger on that consideration as just seconds later he was being lifted into the air and half guided, half thrown onto one of those tables. A tray with some fries on it went sailing off the table as he elbowed it uncontrollably, and the three women who had been sitting chatting at that table pulled their chairs back but continued to sit and stare rather than fleeing as Sekhmet leapt into the air once more and landed upon the table, this one surviving her impact as she straddled Riddle's nude, squirming body with her own divinely beautiful and gorgeously toned form.

A strangled cry escaped Riddle as her hands planted themselves upon his shoulders, claws digging into and through his flesh even as her hot, dripping wet pussy grazed itself back and forth along the length of his straining cock.

"Tell me you're mine."

She snarled to the mortal, looking around at the dozens if not hundreds of people now rising from their chairs to get a better view, to stare at them and to watch what was about to happen with the same morbid fascination as a pet owner watching their cat toy with a mouse.

"I... o-oh god, I'm yours, Sekhmet."

The lioness grinned and growled happily at Riddle's immediate and shameless response, but still she looked around once again and gestured to the crowd, removing one set of claws from Riddle's body only to replace them in his shoulder once again as soon as she was done drawing his attention to the figures surrounding them.

"Tell them. Tell them all of my victory."

All the while her body was moving, her pussy rubbing and humping against the length of his shaft where it lay pinned between her nether regions and his flat, lean stomach. Riddle groaned in desire, in slight pain and in pure, unfettered lust.

"S-she caught me, like the prey I am. She claimed me like the proud hunter she is. She won the right to claim my body in whatever way she desired, a-and... oh, goddess. I want her to. I need her to claim it, t-to claim me... now."

Sekhmet snarled in delight.

"Now, Riddle?"

He stared feverishly up at her, and begged with all the pleading sincerity he could muster.

"Now, S-Sekhmet. Please."

The lioness bared her teeth and roared with laughter and joy.

"The only thing I love more than seeing my prey surrender before me as they realise it is hopeless to carry on fighting, is to see them welcome me, and beg for me to show them my strength."

A moment later, Riddle wailed in pleasure as the lioness wrapped her pussy not just around the length of his cock, but engulfed his engorged knot within herself on the very first violent, forceful downward thrust. She roared as she clamped down around him, feeling the lupine cock locking itself within her clutching walls, but did not stop for a second to give herself or indeed Riddle a single moment to grow accustomed to the sudden intensity of their fucking. Her hips rose, and as she tugged and yanked rather forcefully upon the knotted shaft within her Riddle had no choice but to thrust his hips up to keep them in proximity with her, only to howl again as she slammed her body down and pinned him to the table below once more. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt her juices running down around his knot while her hot walls squeezed and milked its hyper-sensitive, nerve-dense flesh. She kept on riding him harder and harder, breasts bouncing, muzzle open and blissfully snarling as trickles of saliva dripped down over her chest and onto Riddle's wide-eyed, upturned face. She fucked him both delighting in the abundant girth of his knot and acting as though it wasn't there all at once, humping against him relentlessly and forcing Riddle's body to move wildly in order to maintain his position locked within her.

Perhaps unsurprisingly given the sheer ferocity of the fucking he was receiving, it didn't take long for Riddle to feel his body losing control. The wild, untamed force of Sekhmet's fucking was pushing his mind and body alike to limits far beyond what he had believed possible, and yet even as she drew blood from her claws in his shoulders and abused his knotted cock like it was the most perfect dildo without a living soul attached to it, he revelled in every moment. He howled blissfully at every rough brutal impact as she drove him back down into the table, and groaned in delirious joy as his eyes rolled in their sockets and granted him brief glimpses of dozens of pairs of eyes staring, watching, bearing witness to every moment which he spent being worked by the goddess of the hunt.

"I'm gonna cum!"

He cried out to Sekhmet, not expecting her to stop or slow her motions in response and sure enough feeling her body riding his harder and more urgently than ever within seconds. She slammed herself down against him, arching her back and roaring as with a hot spray of ejaculate that flooded out against the fur of Riddle's crotch she beat him to orgasm by a matter of seconds without having given the slightest clue to her own impending ecstasy. The suddenly increased convulsions of her inner workings were all it took to ensure that Riddle wasn't far behind her though, and howling, wailing, reaching up with trembling arms and helplessly clutching at Sekhmet's body while she continued to violently bounce and grind down against his own, Riddle emptied his balls into the Goddess while she shrieked, snarled and milked him of every last little droplet.

"O-oohhh... ohh god, yes..."

Riddle grunted as he was drained, as he was squeezed dry by Sekhmet's continued fucking while they came together. He shuddered and gasped, feeling his orgasm beginning to wane, his body becoming more and more sensitive as pleasure gave way to over-stimulation. He tried to ride it out, to think of Sekhmet herself and let the lioness ride out the remainder of her orgasm even if it made things a little uncomfortable for him for a few more seconds. But then he felt the convulsions of her depths slow, he felt the gushing of her juices trail off, yet still she bounced, still she rocked against him and his still thick, throbbing knot locked within her.

"Again."

The lioness snarled, her claws digging in deeper, her hips bucking harder against the spent, overworked male around whom she was locked. Her body leaned forward, and she panted, she huffed blissfully in Riddle's face before kissing him and stifling a cry of mercy and a plea for relief that he had been about to let loose.

"You're going to make me cum again, Riddle. And again... and again, a-and... ah. Ahhh, gods... yes!"

She growled to her mortal lover, teeth bared and eyes blazing. Riddle could only groan in response, and even though his body was still aching, even though his cock was so intensely over-sensitive in that moment it wasn't just that he didn't want to let Sekhmet down or even that he was afraid of doing so. A goddess, a real, literal, actual goddess was telling him that he was going to make her cum repeatedly as she continued to fuck him, and no matter what his body might have been saying to the contrary... Riddle couldn't help but trust in the deity's words.

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"You poor thing. Look what she did to you..."

Riddle barely remembered getting home from the mall. He barely remembered drawing a bath and slipping into it, wincing as his crotch ached and the claw marks on his shoulders, down his back and across his chest stung when they made contact with the foam-filled water. The wolf definitely didn't remember falling asleep as he lay there soaking and trying to recover, to recoup some of the strength that Sekhmet had drained from him just hours ago. Nor did he remember when he had been joined in the still warm, still foam-filled bathtub by another figure. A black furred cat whose body was every bit as sleek and small as Sekhmet's had been tall and powerful, and whose touch seemed to soothe rather than sting as she ran her fingertips over his wounded torso.

She smiled as she realised that he was awake, and giggled as despite looking weary he still managed an expression of reverence as his mind slipped back into gear and recognised whom it was that he was most likely looking at, and feeling resting gently astride his crotch in the tub. Riddle opened his muzzle to speak, to utter praise and worship to the latest of the pantheon to visit him, but he felt a fingertip laid across his muzzle just a split-second later. He closed his muzzle once more, and simply bowed his head in respect as Bastet pulled a damp washcloth from out of the water and gently began to dab it against his wounds, smiling softly and purring in a low, constant rumble that seemed to shake throughout Riddle and indeed the whole bathtub around them as she did so.

Within just a few minutes, Riddle could feel his aches ceasing to be quite so intense as they had been, and though he was still weary it was becoming a more relaxed, chilled out sort of tiredness as opposed to the deep seeded fatigue he had been driven to under Sekhmet's relentless advances. Every purr that escaped Bastet's body seemed to send a wave of relaxation washing over him like a slowly advancing tide, and by the time her hands let the washcloth fall away and her fingers were all that found themselves simply tracing through the wet, warm fur of his chest in soothing caresses Riddle's face was fixed with an almost drunkenly blissed out expression, maw open, tongue lolling out and a glazed, faraway look in his eyes.

"There now, isn't that better?"

Bastet's lips brushed against the front of Riddle's throat, but a moment later her head was resting against his shoulder. One of her hands gently continued to stroke his chest as she lay against him, and as his arms tenderly encircled her beautiful lithe black body without a single word, they could both feel his cock beginning to harden between them, finding itself re-invigorated and relaxed all at once just like the rest of the wolf's body against her healing, protective touch.

Riddle gasped softly, but even as she purred louder than ever Bastet shushed and soothed him as she shifted ever so slightly, and felt his cock slip into her waiting, welcoming pussy. He filled her up and they lay still, embracing, nuzzling and kissing every now and then but not thrusting, not rocking or grinding even for a moment. There was no rush. No pressure. Nothing demanded or even asked of Riddle by the Goddess, and nothing asked of her by him either. They just lay there together in the water which failed to cool down by a single degree, amidst bubbles that seemed to pop and yet froth up to the same level again just a moment later. The two of them revelled in the sensation of their togetherness, their contact, and remained that way until at some point, without even realising that he was doing so, Riddle found his eyes falling closed and not opening up again, slumber stealing him away not from exhaustion as it had before, but now thanks to complete and total contentment.

When the wolf awoke once more, he whined in joyous gratitude as he realised that Bastet was still lying in his arms. Though at some point they had moved from bath to bed their fur was bone dry, and his hard cock was still twitching inside of her warm, comfortingly tight and wet pussy. The two of them were lying upon their sides atop the covers, and as well as his arms being wrapped around her, both the feline goddess's arms and legs were encircling Riddle in return. She smiled as his eyes fluttered open and met with hers, their intense violet hues so beautiful that they almost made the wolf cry. Their lips touched, their noses rubbed, and the very tips of their tongues flicked out and made momentary contact.

"Do you feel better?"

Riddle opened his muzzle to respond to the goddess, to say yes, but he paused before doing so. His cheeks flushed, and he looked down towards her modest but perfectly sculpted breasts almost guiltily.

"I-if... if I say yes, will you leave?"

Bastet giggled and stroked his cheek with one of her hands.

"Oh, you silly mortal. So sweet, so fearful. No, my little one. No. I might have taken this opportunity to heal you, to soothe and protect you from the pains and aches of your past actions, but that isn't why I came to you. You know why I came to you, Riddle."

Ever so gently her hips rocked against his, and the wolf whined in delight.

"Please, Goddess... please, tell me I can bring you pleasure. Tell me I can make you cum."

The cat purred a little more loudly, and her hips rocked against Riddle's own once again, a soft gasp escaping them both as the wolf instinctively did the same, heightening the intensity of what was meant to be a gentle motion from both of them.

"O-oh. Oh, Riddle. That choice is yours to make. I came here hoping you would wish to. Longing to feel the mortal pleasures of which Anubis, Horus and Sekhmet spoke. But, if you wish to? I-if... if you would like to make me cum? I believe in your ability to do so. Once, t-twice or... or many times more than that, should you wish."

At last, with those words and another gentle kiss between the two of them, they began to fuck. No, they began to make love. What they shared was far too tender, far too gentle and filled with intimacy to be fucking, at least for a while. Riddle closed his eyes as he rocked his hips forward and pressed himself deeper into the goddess' hot depths, and he stroked her soft fur, caressed the back of her head and the tips of her ears as she purred and clung to him with breathy gasps of delight. They didn't speak, they didn't rush, and so it was that almost half an hour had passed before Bastet buried her face in Riddle's shoulder and let loose a brief, single cry of ecstasy before she simply clung ever more tightly to him and shook, quivered her way through an intense, clutching orgasm. Riddle slowed as her convulsions did the same, but he felt her lips on his fur and skin. He felt her nuzzle at him, and then saw those beautiful violet eyes of hers peering up at him with a grateful smile.

"Keep going. I... I'd enjoy another. Perhaps to share the next, to share it with you, Riddle."

And she did. They did. Gasping, moaning, crying out to one another as they peaked as one, spasming, trembling, gushing forth until their ragged moans turned to breathy giggles, overjoyed and high on the endorphin rush of what they had just shared. This was a world away from the rough, purely sexual passion he had shared with Anubis. A universe away from the savage brutality of Sekhmet, or the calm intensity of Horus. The tenderness, the care that Bastet showed the mortal as they pleasured one another was like nothing Riddle had ever known from someone either divine or earth-bound, and though there was a part of him that would have loved for Bastet to beg him to pin her to the bed and rail her with all the strength he could muster, or for the goddess to produce a strap-on and give him the pounding of a lifetime, he still cherished the experience for what it was. In fact he cherished it so much that he didn't dare say a word, that he didn't wish to jinx it and risk bringing it to an early end as it went on, and on, and on.

"Oh, Riddle! Riddle, I... y-yes. There. Right there! Oh, ohhhh... yes!"

As Riddle's face emerged from between Bastet's legs, his cheeks matted and his chin dripping wet, he glanced to the window and saw the rays of dawn sunlight gleaming in through its drapes.

"Mhnhhhhaahh... oh, g-goddess! Bastet, I... ahh. Aahhh!"

He watched the sun setting, the room falling into darkness as the cat's purrs rippled around his cock and their vibrations set him off, flooding her muzzle with streaks of rich cum.

They rocked and pressed their bodies together in the shower of Riddle's apartment until the water ran ice cold, and even then could only bring themselves to tumble out onto the bathroom floor, wrapping themselves up in towels while giggling, moaning, kissing and rocking their bodies together. They cuddled up side by side beneath the blankets of the bed, fingers caressing, exploring, feeling muscles tense and wetness gather until a cry of impending lust drove Riddle to dive beneath the covers and seek out the source of that moisture with his tongue, feeling Bastet's hot breath upon his own dribbling erection as he panted and moaned over her aching clit. They didn't eat, drink or so much as glance at a clock as Bastet's tender touch kept the mortal male going, going and going and going not merely for hours, but for days. And when she left, they shed no tears and spoke no words. They just held one another tightly for a final hour or so, made slow, gentle love to one last shuddering, gasping mutual climax, and continued to lie there together until Riddle drifted off to sleep, and Bastet's mortal form began to fade out from within his arms as she returned to her realm high above.

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After Bastet, a month passed. A month without any deities paying Riddle a visit, a fact of which he was almost glad. He needed time to process what he had experienced. Not just with Bastet, but with Sekhmet and Horus too. To ask himself what they had meant to him, what they meant in relation to how he felt about Anubis, and of course what those experiences might do for his future relations with less divine lovers.

For the time being though, the wolf was content to not think about other relationships, romantic or sexual. He had shared something truly incredible with beings that had all been kind and generous to him in their own ways, and though he definitely wouldn't have said no if one of them had returned... even if it was Sekhmet, he was more than happy just to relax and let things happen of their own accord.

The wolf growled contentedly as he stretched out on his beach towel, the summer sun shining down upon him as his dark furred body lay there in nothing more than a slim, well fitted pair of shorts. All around him he could hear people talking and laughing as they too enjoyed this balmy weather, some resting as he was, others walking the length of the beach while more still paddled and threw beach-balls around in the ocean's shallows. He closed his eyes, and smiled as he considered the day stretching out ahead of him and the complete lack of responsibilities he had with which to fill it.

He was so calm, so at rest with himself and the world that Riddle almost didn't notice that the voices around him had stopped their pleasant murmuring. That right now all he could hear was the sound of the ocean waves lapping at the shore, a few distant sea-birds squawking, and... footsteps, shuffling across the sand towards him.

Blinking the sunlight out of his eyes, Riddle opened them again and turned his gaze towards the source of that now solitary sound.

His eyes widened, bulged even, and he sat bolt upright as he looked all around, and found that not only was the beach totally empty... but it wasn't the same beach upon which he had laid himself down.

Large trees covered the edge of the beach, leading into what looked like an almost tropical jungle. A large turtle dragged itself down the shoreline from a large mound of freshly laid eggs several metres away, and standing between it and Riddle himself was a single figure, bipedal, feather clad and stark naked.

"Hello, Riddle."

For a moment the wolf was certain that it was Horus, but when he looked up into the avian male's face highlighted by the blazing sun above he saw a different curve to his beak, and a brilliant fiery red flickering in his eyes as he ruffled his feathered plumage, reached down and stroked his rock hard cock.

"My name is Ra, and... well, I've heard some very interesting things about you."

By Jeeves

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