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Chapter 16

"What was that?" wondered Anuset.

"You don't see that? How could you, you're just a guy. The hyena has his eye on the rat. She probably eats them up," Nephtys mewed.

Greta looked irritated at her patient. "You think so?"

"Yes," snarled the goddess, "and now get rid of me. I want to smash that Camilla's face in."

"That might suit you so well. There's really no trace of divinity in you," Greta rebuked her.

"That's not for you to decide at all."

"With you, it's just the typical stupid honor that's tarnished. You're really so pathetic. And about the invitation of our first officer I am glad. We mortals may be cheap to someone like you, but we're not so arrogant, antisocial, and enjoy even very small things."

"You don't have time for more than that, either. If you were to live forever, your demands would eventually get bigger and bigger, too."

"Maybe, but fortunately that's not the case, and basically I don't want it to be," Greta countered convincingly.

"How pathetic," Nephtys tried another attempt.

"You know only this one word and you are yourself. Don't always project your shortcomings onto others. Fortunately, not everyone is like you. Isis and Anuset are the best example that things can be different."

"Anuset, of all people. Do you want me to tell you something about this mishmash?"

"No. I know him and he's very likeable, which is more than I can say for you."

"Why is everyone picking on me?"

"Why doesn't anyone like me? Plärrrr?" the rat mimicked the goddess, "Have you noticed, perhaps, that it's because of yourself. That you're just annoying and only distracting from your own faults. After all, you ran to Osiris and let him fuck you. You didn't care that he was married to Isis and that you were cheating on your husband Seth. Instead, you poured yourself out in self-pity that you were married to a monster."

"I was, too," Nephtys again suggested.

"Tell that to someone who cares. You stay strapped to the berth until security picks you up and locks you in a cabin. You'll stay there until the ship lands on Sirius A."

"Don't think it's all that easy," snorted the goddess.

"Oh yes, I think it is."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."

"Now how am I to understand that?" inquired Anuset.

"You'll see, and so will your little fuckwhore."

"May I smack her in the middle again?" asked Camilla.

"No, that won't be necessary," Greta rebuffed.

"Don't you dare, fox-wolf!" cried Nephtys.

"Too bad," Camilla fibbed, turned to Anuset, patted him on the left shoulder and left the room with him.

"So and now we're alone," said the ratswoman, grinning broadly.

"And what is that supposed to tell me now?" asked Nephtys.

"You are at the mercy of me and my automatons."

"Don't you dare."

"Yes. Do you know any other phrases? I find you have a very limited vocabulary. That usually indicates a very limited mind and horizon."

"That we...", Nephtys started.

"... I will regret. Your revenge will be terrible, we will all see already that everything will be really difficult, because you are Nephtys and the only real, honorable, worthy one," Greta finished the sentence.

The goddess preferred to stare at the ceiling and to argue with her fate.

The councilor turned away calmly and went about her other work.

Meanwhile, Camilla and Anuset had arrived at their suite.

"What do you think of their arrival?" asked Camilla.

"What am I supposed to think of what? You mean the bitch?"

"Ey, the bitch is me."

"If that's what you want to be. I only know what you really are."

"And that would be?"

"A wonderful, enchanting, tender, gentle, but also incredibly kinky and chronically underfucked fox-wolf, who will now, however, drop her things to the floor and go wild and uninhibited with me," the Taur replied.

"So I'm filthy? Who wants me to be naked now?"

"Both of us. After all, you promised me that we would..."

"True," she replied, pulling off her pants, letting her panties slide down.

The Taur took her in his arms, embraced her gently, stroked her back, nibbled gently on her neck.

Camilla began to breathe louder, enjoying the touches.

Slowly she pulled her T-shirt down over her shoulders, unclasped her bra, shook the last of her clothes off her body.

The fox-wolf embraced her jackal-muli-taur hybrid with fervor, sought his with her lips, opened her mouth, pushed her tongue greedily and demandingly into the taur's throat, found his there and made them perform a voluptuous, hot dance.

For minutes they both kissed, were tightly embraced, stroked each other incessantly and kept increasing their arousal.

While Camilla's labia were discoloring, swelling, bulging, and invitingly opening a narrow slit, Anuset's penis was slowly but steadily creeping out of its protective pouch, this time revealing not a red tip of a wolf's limb, but a dull black cylindrical dry foreskin. The inner foreskin of a stallion, which stretched and tightened more and more, finally too short for the tube lying inside, which in turn demanded space.

From one second to the next, this foreskin slipped back, giving way and revealing the narrow, long glans.

Anuset bent his rump slightly forward, making a slight hump, which relieved the pelvic floor and made his penis excavate faster.

The jackal stallion enjoyed the sensation, of the blood flowing in, of the pressure building in his more powerful tube.

He became more aroused by the hardness that was forming in his abdomen, how the flaccid connective tissue was becoming a palpably heavy structure that resembled a long, black, thick, hard, candle-straight branch.

Camilla released the kiss, breathing heavily and gasping for air. "Wow, that was intense."

"It gets more intense. You wanted the stallion?"

"Yes."

"I am," he said, turning slightly sideways. "I hope you can handle it."

The fox-wolf swallowed briefly and knelt beside her taur, looking at the excited cock, watching how it twitched, how the veins swelled, and how the glans bulged slightly.

"Let me try it," Camilla said and rose, crawling onto the bed, first lying belly-down on the sheet, then lifting her buttocks, kneeling and spreading her legs, thus opening her vulva. "Come, my big strong stud. Your vixen is in the mood for an experiment."

"I'll be very careful."

"I know you will, now come."

Slowly Camilla's lover crawled over her, moving his pelvis searchingly. The fox-wolf looked under her spread legs, saw the stallion's limb, reached back through and grasped the glans, pulling gently.

Anuset moaned loudly and clasped Camilla's upper body, reaching for her breasts and kneading them gently, which she acknowledged with a soft sigh of arousal.

Slowly, the Taur followed the careful tugging, not tensing his penis any further so as not to snatch it from his lover, finding her swollen vulva and pressing the glans against it without penetrating.

Sensing that he was holding back, she let go of his glans and spread her labia open with her fingers, placing an outstretched finger back under his glans, lifting his cock slightly with it and letting her taur slowly penetrate her. Loudly she sucked in the air, held it, and did not exhale again until the glans was halfway inside her vaginal entrance.

"Slow down," she whispered, "you're fucking big, but I can handle it, just need to relax."

"We might as well not. Maybe it's better if you look at him when he's fully erect first."

"Is he going to get any bigger?"

"I'm a stud. There's nothing I can do about the size of the glans at climax."

"Hmmm... just go ahead. I'll be fine with it."

"Are you sure?" asked Anuset, slightly nervous.

"Now, are you going to do or are you going to start playing the question and answer game again?"

The Taur gave a little more pressure between Camilla's labia in response, slowly pushing his penis another bit inside her, which she repeatedly acknowledged with a loud gasp.

A gentle tap on his left flank indicated that all was well and that he should continue slowly.

He did so and so after a few minutes he managed to be inside Camilla's vagina as far as he could, pressing his glans against her uterine entrance.

"See, my wonderful jackal-headed stud. I told you we could do it together," she whispered, stroking the bulge in her belly that hid his hard, powerful cock.

"I'd like to move a little now though, because it's not going to be anything just from holding still," Anuset breathed into her right ear.

"Then do that, I'm going to enjoy it," Camilla breathed back.

Slowly the taur withdrew his mulish cock from Camilla's vagina, paused briefly and thrust forward again, very slowly at first, then getting faster each time, more confident.

Camilla clung tighter and tighter to the bed sheet. With each thrust she moaned louder, breathed the word "yes" more and more pressed, increased in her ever-increasing lust. Anuset, meanwhile, was concentrating less on Camilla, knowing that giving her the feel of his pleasure rod would cause no problems. He held her torso entwined, had her firm, lush breasts in his hands, kneaded them tremblingly, played with a finger on her nipples, elicited melodies of pleasure and began to tune in and sing with her.

Both sang the song of love, affection, lust, of trust, partnership, friendship. Their singing became more and more synchronous, melodic, at the end it resembled a two-part solo, became louder, filled the suite, their souls danced, merged together. Anuset penetrated Camilla deeply for the last time, bit her neck tenderly and with devotion.

With a loud cry, the fox-wolf climaxed, squirting her pleasure juice from her vulva, dousing her beloved stallion's testicles with it, he followed her, screaming and whinnying into his neck bite as he finally came. His glans swelled completely with the first spurt of semen, forming a huge, rock-hard bulb in Camilla's abdomen, forming a distinct bulge. With each spurt of semen, the feeling of release and satisfaction increased in him.

Sank he relaxed over her together, holding onto her, panting beside and over her as she sank onto the bed sheet, lying flat beneath him, also gasping for air.

"That was wonderful," she whispered.

"Yes, my enchanting broodmare," he breathed exhaustedly.

"Brood maw?" she asked, astonished.

"Don't you want children?"

"Wait, this is a bit sudden. We should talk about this first."

"I remember a comment on your part where you had made it clear that you would like to have children with Anubis. I'm Anuset, so I'm also Anubis."

"Hmmm... you remember a lot of things very well."

"About something like that, definitely," Anuset continued to whisper.

"It would still be nice if you rolled off the side of me now."

"Then I'll pull it out now."

"You do that, my darling."

Seconds later, the Taur was lying next to Camilla, looking at her. "Well?" he asked expectantly.

"That's right. That's what I said. And, if I'm honest, I mean it. You just come at it so suddenly and unexpectedly."

"When, then, would you consider the right time?"

"Let's go through with it now."

"Then let's talk about it again later."

"Good idea. Until then...I'm very happy to be your broodmate."

"And I'll do whatever you want."

"Hmmm... seems to me we both get off on certain words and get hot," Camilla breathed, stroking his flank, making him snort softly and comfortingly.

"Come on, let's go take a shower," the fox-wolf urged him, rising from the bed.