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The Seduction of Nakht

For Paqu

By Draconicon

The gods were easy to distinguish from those that worshiped them, even if one ignored the fact that the worshipers consisted almost entirely of humans rather than the beast-people that the gods were. They walked among their followers, but they walked not in flesh, or fur, but in skin made of glossy black, traced with lines of gold. To touch one was to touch something unearthly, and to feel it against one's body was considered a blessing.

Such a one was Nakht, the canine-faced god of Vigilance and warding, steadfast guardianship, and more. He walked in the sun of the desert, his skin reflecting the sunlight and defying it as only gods could, and his sandals kicked up a storm at his feet. Those that saw him from afar waved, bowing their heads in obsequious worship, and were ever-quick to seek him out for his blessing.

And yet, he was always on the move, patrolling around the edge of the great city and its temples. There were few that could keep up with him, and fewer still that could convince him to relax, or rest, as humans would have needed.

For he was Nakht, and Nakht needed no such thing...or so he told himself, and all that asked him.

It was on his eighth circuit around the city, when his legs were dusty and his heart was weary, when he spotted a shimmer in the distance, across the great river that cut the plains in two and defied the sands the way that the gods defied the sun. There, atop the hill on the riverbank nearest him, were four other goddesses, all dark and smooth as he was, their gold bands and streaks glistening in response to his own shimmers.

Nakht sighed as he saw them come down, all of them as bare as he was. Their breasts bounced, deliberately so, as they walked with a greater exuberance than their pace required. He turned to keep to his patrolling route, but they matched his pace, fresher than he was, easily able to keep up with him.

"Brother, dear, what requires your attention?" one of them, his sister Isi, asked as she came up to his side. "You hurry so swiftly."

"It's my assigned task, Isi. I cannot put it aside."

"Surely you can, for but an hour or so."

"There are always dangers in the sands, my sister. It is not something that I can merely forget."

"The dangers have been dealt with. Our father would warn us. He flies far, does he not? And sees further than any of us."

"The great hawk will see much, but the great hound hunts for him on the ground. He counts on me," Nakht said.

The rest of his sisters rolled their eyes, as they always did. They were creatures of power, just as he was, but they listened to Isi and learned the craft of magic from her. Her powers, her wisdom, had granted them lives of idleness, allowing them to fulfill the tasks that their father had set on them without the need to be there for it.

Isi, cat-faced Isi, leaned against him, her breasts pressed against his arm. Unlike the smooth feeling that would have occurred against a human, their skin sparked, warm and smooth, and their wills contested with one another, teasing shape and size and substance. His arms grew for a moment as she teased him with her thoughts and fantasies, granting him muscle beyond his need. His thoughts, in an unguarded moment, caused her chest to grow, spreading out around his biceps in an obscene joke of breast size compared to what she displayed.

They parted, but it was only him that blushed. The rest of his sisters chuckled, gathering around him, while Isi moved to block his path.

"It is the judgment of your sisters, brother Nakht, that you should rest. You will be no good, patrolling without rest, if someone should come upon you."

"Then I shall call the rest of you, should someone come upon me when I am too weary," he said, trying to back away from them. Yet, they surrounded him on all sides, their hands wild, questing, searching for him. Their touch teased him, adding to him and shifting him even as he willed himself back to normal. "Let me continue!" he pleaded to no avail.

But they refused, and the golden lines along their shimmering black bodies glowed brighter than even the sun could explain. They raised sand in a burrow for them, creating a tent with three sides, and they smiled as they backed him into a bed that they conjured of hardened mud, of softened clay. He fell back, and they pulled his loincloth from him.

From between his legs rose a shaft of pink flesh, the only place on his body that was not gold or black, for such a thing had come later, once they had grown, once they had learned. When he had been granted his, he had spent nearly a year in solitude, enjoying it as he had heard his father and his uncles had before him. Yet, here he was, now, before three sisters of his that had never quite seen it.

And who had no shame in showing their own. One, Hathir, the cow-faced woman, turned and pulled her skirt from her hips. She exposed a rump well-formed and wide, a tail that flicked up to show two holes that were as pink as his shaft, and yet, as she spread her cheeks for him, they spread as well, stretched and trained by some unseen hand, and his shaft rose in response, throbbing with greater need than he had felt in many years. His eyes widened, and Isi leaned down, whispering in his ear as she ran a hand along his thighs.

"Look at her," she whispered, the cat-faced one smiling at him. "She craves you, to give you rest and relief. As do we all. Come to her; allow her the chance to feel you as she has dreamed."

"This is - my sisters, please, allow me to finish my work, and I will please all of you," Nakht said.

"You always give that excuse, to everything," fox-faced Miria said, laying back beside him, her legs spread and her hand idly stroking between them, one sole pressed to the side of his face and nudging him down to bed. "You will rest...and we will take our pleasures, brother dear."

And so Nakht was trapped, pinned by the touch of one sister, and the needs of three. He watched as his sister Hathir leaned over him, her rump pressed to his stomach and her soft sex drooling just over the head of his shaft. She slid forward, trapping his rising member between her thighs, and then gradually dragged it where it was meant to go.

Their bodies, soft, oozing, gentle, warping as they were in contact with one another, kept changing. The power of the gods was that of change, after all, and he had been weakened by their wills. His body was altered, thickened, made stronger and more dog-like the more that they touched him. His shaft throbbed, becoming bigger, thicker, longer and wider until Hathir let out a moan of utter bliss.

"Sisters...he...he is almost too big..."

"Almost means we have not finished yet," Isi said.

Nakht could say nothing, for his body was under their control, subject to their will. His eyes had all but closed as he 'suffered' their attentions. As Hathir rolled her hips back, as she took him inside of her, he could feel the touch of his sisters forcing him to grow. Her tightness gripped him, her wetness pulled him deeper, and he could feel her changing as she rode him. The smell in the air, a mix of the sweat of man and the warm, almost sickly smell of the gods as they worked him, was enough to keep him hard, to make him want, to make his will soft and malleable.

And yet, the harder she rode him, the more that Hathir weakened, and the more that her body conformed to his thoughts. She grew larger in the rump, thicker, too, with cheeks that bounced every time that she slammed herself against him. She groaned and moaned for him, her eyes wild, and further her curves did grow. Her chest filled out and fell, and droplets as black as her skin rained to the earth below.

"Nnngh...ah...sisters...please...I cannot..."

Hathir could not say what she could not do, for she screamed at that moment. She arched her back, thrusting her hips back one more time, and she climaxed upon him. Her juices ran wild upon his shaft, like rains upon his crotch.

Yet, he was not allowed to finish himself. She was helped free, laid flat on the bed beside him, and Miria took her place.

"You have satisfied one of us...now satisfy another."

She did not ride him facing away, as the cow-faced one had done, but rather faced him, pushing him back until she could ride him properly, her heels resting against his chest, and her hands against his knees. She rode him, grinding down before rising up, taking him deep...and yet, still growing him...filling him with a need that was not his, but which matched what she required of him.

His sac began to fall, filling to the brim with new weight, and she smiled at him as he realized what she wanted. To be filled...again...and again...

Isi smiled behind her sister, and he knew, somehow, that this had been her idea. Clever Isi, wise Isi, magical Isi...

Does she know what she has unleashed?

The day was long, and so was he by the time that it had ended. The shaft between his legs had been grown several times, changing shape from that of the mortals to a horse, and then to the knotted thing that rested between it now. He panted for breath, his sisters and victims laid low between his legs, gasping for breath with their hips high, their juices and his running free of them.

They had all changed, warped from the touch of his will as he had grown stronger and they weaker. They had become like the loose women that turned desperately to the temples for customers, their bodies less that of divinity and more that of the flesh-ruled. Even Isi, wise Isi, had been taken by him and turned wanton until she had lost all of her energy.

He stood slowly, willing his shaft to shrink, and it took more concentration than it should have. Even then, it no longer fit beneath his loincloth. He shook his head in disappointment, only to look up as a new shadow fell.

A hawk soared from the heavens, alighting on a nearby dune. It shimmered, turning to the form of his father, the hawk-headed Horu. Nakht lowered his head.

"Father."

"I see my daughters have run away with you, son...and a good thing they have."

"...Father?"

"I have been meaning to ask you to take time to yourself. And with the others in the family. Let this stand as a lesson; should you not rest yourself, should you not make use of the family, then I will send the family after you to do it. And then, it will take longer, and you, my dear son, will change."

His mouth would have fallen open if he were not so refreshed. Yet, at the same time, he wondered...

The whole family?

The End

Summary: A god wanders the earth, and is ambushed by his sisters for pleasure.

Tags: M/F, M/F/F/F, Femdom, Gods, Transformation, Growth, Cock Growth, Magic, Divinity, Fancy, Vaginal, Breast Growth, Dog, Fox, Cow, Cat, Orgasm, Cum,