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When the guards came to their door, they knew it was their turn to be judged. The leopard and hyena sat together in a humble hut in the shadow of the great pyramids and temples alike. They had been casually chattering away when they saw two heavyset temple guards enter without a word. The intimidating pair of reptiles cast them a stern gaze each, and that was that. Their garb indicated they were servants of Anput. They had been beckoned by the dark lady for one reason or another. Guilt welled up in Kamili's eyes the moment the snake approached him with a set of strong ropes. It was time to be stripped, bound, and marched off to the temple so they could face whatever awaited them.

At least their captors were gentle with them. The bonds that kept their wrists tied behind their bare backs weren't even that tight, but neither Mahiri nor Kamili bothered trying to slip free of them as they made the grim march across the desert sands. Maybe it was out of fear for what might have happened to them, and maybe it was out of respect for the goddess and her most honoured priest who awaited them in that candlelit chamber. The leopard and hyena knew they were in trouble, and neither of them wanted to make it worse for themselves.

The temple was nestled into a towering structure, requiring a significant climb up a set of solid steps. The desert heat was poured over their mostly-naked forms as they walked, urged along but never outright pushed by the guards behind them. The crocodile and cobra made for a pair of imposing guards, but they have never once used force with their captors. All they knew was that the goddess Anput desired their presence, and that her emissary would serve in her place to greet them upon arrival to her holy place.

The shadows concealed the whole extent of the vast chamber, giving it the illusion of going on forever. An ornate rug stretched from the door to their destination. On each side was piled the accumulation of gifts and offerings to the dark god and goddess alike. Jugs of wine were in abundance, as well as berries and chocolate. The rumour was that the goddess in particular had a taste for sweet things. Portraits of the divine jackals lined the walls, illuminated by the fiery light to give them a particularly imposing aura. Yet nothing captured the visage of the godly black jackals better than their mortal representative.

It was easy to forget he wasn't really a god. The pitch black jackal sat in a cushioned throne of gold and stone, glistening in the torchlight. The sconces on the wall flickered and reflected upon his dark, oiled fur as the elegant canine watched them approach. He was the image of Anubis himself, with his face painted, draped in a ceremonial headdress that partly covered his long white braids. Other than that, he was totally naked, displaying his sleek, shiny body as their eyes collectively traced from his calm expression and golden eyes down along his toned chest and trim middle, to the soft sheath and pleasingly ample pair of balls nestled between two thick thighs.

The way he was seated let them take in every detail, as if he had prepared for this precise moment. They knew Afrikasi as a silent, elusive, intensely devoted priest of the jackal gods, but neither of them had seen him painted up in full regalia like that. He had a whole different presence then. They basked in it, along with the fine, fragrant oils and herbs that filled the chamber. It was enough to relax them at least a little, but unspoken guilt still weighed heavy on their hearts as they wondered if they truly deserved to be there, naked before his judgment.

With their jobs done and their charges delivered, the guards turned and departed the way they came, leaving the leopard and hyena alone with the wordless jackal. They could have turned to run right that moment, but neither of them moved. It was better to risk the wrath of his goddess than to guarantee it. Besides, his subdued presence inspired at least slight confidence. He would surely be reasonable. There were far worse people to hold their fate in his hands.

He gazed upon them with a soft, but stern expression, his tall ears perked, his eyes focusing on one of them and then the other in turn. With an upturned palm, he gestured to them, as if offering a gift. Mahiri patiently waited for him to say something, only for the memory to strike her. Afrikasi never said a word. He couldn't so much as moan. His voice was a trade, a gift to his goddess as a sign of his devotion, and so he was instead inviting them to speak first. A glance at Kamili saw him looking far too nervous to start. Looked like it was going to have to be her.

"Okay. I know we can't hide anything from you," she began. Afrikasi's calm gaze centred on her, golden eyes glimmering in the torchlight as she confessed. "It's true that we snuck into a place we weren't supposed to be, a temple ..."

"One that belonged - belongs to your goddess actually," Kamili blurted.

Mahiri gave him a brief glare, but it was true. She quickly shook her head and continued on.

"The plan was to steal something, but we didn't even get that far before we ran off."

Afrikasi gave a slow nod of his head, along with a lingering look. She swore he could see right into her soul. All the moments she was short with someone, was selfish, or otherwise acted in a way she regretted came to the forefront. Her sins were minor compared to many, but she couldn't help but somehow feel she deserved to be there, presented before him. She tried not to think about what was going to happen if he found their spirit lacking. The silence was enough to coax more from her.

"It wasn't that we needed anything. We weren't trying to steal to survive. It was more for the thrill of it than anything. The violation of the rules, I suppose."

The jackal wore no judgment upon his face. Perhaps he was even slightly mirthful. Pressing his fingertips together for a few moments, he seemed to consider her words, and then he came to a silent conclusion. Another gesture, this time with both hands indicated the truly impressive set he had between his legs. There was no need for a single word, though the two captives exchanged a look anyway.

"Does that mean ... we're forgiven? We're free to go after we pay the price?" the hyena murmured as softly as he could.

"Maybe," Mahiri whispered back. "Or maybe our fate hinges on how well we serve him. Better get that tongue ready."

With his long ears perked up high, Afrikasi probably heard every secretive word. He remained patient. They looked back over him, and his perfectly groomed fur, his short coat shining with the special treatment afforded to it so he could properly represent his gods. Praising him was hardly a punishment. It seemed almost more like a reward. With her hands still bound behind her, Mahiri approached first and dropped to her knees before the elegant jackal. Kamili shortly followed.

They didn't have to fake it. Kneeling before him, soaking in his warmth, in the fragrance that clung to his immaculately treated fur, it was enough to make their mouths water. For all his hesitance, for how nervous and flighty he tended to be, Kamili was the first one to dive in. He pushed his muzzle right into the spot where Afrikasi's right thigh met with one of those plump nuts, and there he started sniffing, nuzzling, and finally licking. A smooch of his lips and a slurp of his tongue started as tentative, a gentle touch to make sure the jackal approved of such a thing, but he quickly lost himself in worship.

Watching the hyena work that tongue and shine the jackal's balls with spit, Mahiri knew she couldn't let herself be outdone. She dove in muzzle first and parted her dark lips to wrap them snugly around one of Afrikasi's balls. His fur was ever so smooth to the touch, in great contrast to the rough, intensely stimulating tongue she ran across its surface. She felt a slight shift in his posture on her very first lick, and a consistent, subtle squirm the more she wetly slurped his sack. Knowing he was enjoying their attention was a good sign, for certain.

When he sensed the slightest stir of that thick sheath, Kamili moved in to get his lips around it. Suckling on it helped encourage it to slowly roll back and reveal the pink spire wrapped within. The taste flooding the hyena's senses was enough to make his own modest shaft start firming. His hands weren't free to touch it, but he didn't feel the need anyway. He was solely fixated on pleasuring the jackal god - or the closest thing he'd ever get to tasting the cock of Anubis himself anyway.

With that sheath very much occupied by the hyena's generously slobbery mouth, Mahiri just had to find her own spot. She would have been content to stroke up and down along those balls all evening, but she had a god-favoured one to impress, and through him the gods he represented. Curling her tongue beneath his nuts, she lifted up that hefty sack and pressed against his taint, licking right down and then up again. Applying enough pressure to massage his tender pleasure button from the outside, she made him curl his toes and even swish his thin tail against the back of his elaborate throne.

If it was a competition, she might have been winning. Though she tried not to think about it like that. Instead, she worked her lips and tongue in slow, lingering tastes along his silky fur, taking in the aromas of all the fine things he bathed in before donning the visage of the jackal god. It was enough to make her drool. Not as much as Kamili, but even the cutest, girliest hyena had an advantage in that regard.

Kamili meanwhile slobbered over the first inch of that cock that pushed into his lips. He sucked upon the canine tip and closed his eyes, losing himself in the flavour. Having his hands bound threw off his centre of balance enough that his gentle bobbing sometimes was more like a lusty lunge. He got his mouth around that entire sheath while that shaft firmed between his lips, Suckling, kneading, tasting, he made sure to coat that jackal dick in drool from every angle, pursing his lips tightly to drain the first drops of precious pre-seed from it once it started leaking.

The room was silent but for the crackle of the flames and the muffled moans of the hyena, or the rumbles of the leopardess. If servicing the pleasantly sleek jackal was supposed to be a punishment, then they were going to have to sin more often. Mahiri even found herself slipping free of her bonds naturally over time. They had never been firmly applied, more a ceremonial thing than anything. She reached down to help the hyena with his once hers were off, without ever removing her muzzle from that spot beneath the jackal's balls.

That meant they had their hands free to lay upon Afrikasi, to squeeze and caress and praise him with every touch. Mahiri always was good with her hands. She knew just where to rub to make someone relax, or to squirm. Maybe a little of both was in order as she kneaded up along one of the jackal's thighs, pressing deeply into the muscle there. Afrikasi had a figure that was at the same time slim yet well toned, sturdy yet womanly and soft in places. He had curves as much as he had lean, athletic muscle. Every place Mahiri laid her hands was another part of him she couldn't help but admire amidst her worshipping.

It was easy to forget the initial trepidation that came with their presentation to the jackal when they were enjoying the indulgence so much. Kamili was hard, his small-ish shaft standing up firm while he sucked Afrikasi's cock, a mix of saliva and juices pouring down his chin. He couldn't go all the way down on that thick, knotted spire, but he certainly tried. Mahiri moved herself back up at last, giving a gasp for air as she returned to suckle on the jackal's balls, running her tongue along the glossy fur in utter reverence.

Afrikasi seemed content to soak it all in for a while longer. The sands of time continued to fall, but they were far from Mahiri's mind right up to the moment she felt a touch upon her forehead, gently guiding her away from where she'd been devoting all her energy and attention. She laid a parting kiss upon his balls and looked up to see if perhaps she had done something wrong. Had she been too eager? Not eager enough? But he wasn't looking at her right that moment. The jackal's soft gaze was locked upon the hyena, who eventually sensed it.

Kamili froze in the middle of his thorough cocksucking, glancing up. Afrikasi's eyes were as gentle as ever, but something was different. There was something more fearsome behind them, as if the gods he served dwelt within him for a fleeting moment. He drew back with a little pop and simply accepted the guidance of the jackal's fingers slipping into his short hair. Afrikasi never shoved, never forced the hyena anywhere. All he offered was guidance, and such guidance brought Kamili's face right up against the tip of the same shaft he'd been so eagerly servicing.

The hyena lingered there, waiting for a clue on what he was supposed to do next. The jackal simply stroked through his hair for a time, or rubbed behind his ears. Such gentle, affectionate touch somehow was enough to clue Kamili into how it all worked. He looked up again and saw the canine smiling down at him with the warmth of the gods he served. It was soothing, yet at the same time, leaving the hyena's voice ever so soft.

"I think I understand now ... " he quietly murmured.

"What do you understand?" Mahiri asked, urgently.

Kamili didn't look back at her. "The loose binds. The minor crimes. It's not that we're here to be punished. What we did wasn't bad enough to warrant that."

"So why are we here?" Mahiri's voice was briefly tentative. She was starting to get the idea.

"As sacrifices. Chosen specifically. Is that right?"

Kamili looked up at the jackal, who simply gave a slow nod as he laid his palm upon the back of the hyena's head. That didn't seem to shock the timid spotty too much. He leaned in, gave a gentle lick to the tip of that engorged shaft, and then allowed Afrikasi to lightly press down on him until he started to spread the taut cockslit open with the tip of his muzzle. The huff of lustful musk came in contrast to the elegant fragrances clinging to the jackal's shining fur.

"Wait ... don't just let him ..." Mahiri nervously said, recoiling at the sight of the hyena's total submission. She scooted back away from the scene before her simply by instinct, making a grab for the hyena that didn't make contact while she tried to reason with him. "It's like you said. We don't deserve any of this. You don't need to just give up!"

"I know, but ... he wants me. The jackal goddess wants me too, doesn't she?"

Kamili stared into those warm golden eyes and found himself wearing a little smile to reflect the jackal's own. That glowing approval was enough to make the hyena's lip tremble a little with the utmost of submission. He wanted to make that godlike jackal feel good. Afrikasi stroked a thumb behind the hyena's ear and then pushed him ever so slightly more firmly. It was enough to ease him past the slightest resistance and into the slick, surprisingly flexible confines of that stiff canine dick. The consumption of the first sacrifice had begun.

It wasn't to say the hyena wasn't nervous. He often was, and such circumstances frightened him to the point he was outright trembling. Perhaps if Afrikasi had treated him more roughly, had forced him along at any point he might have tried to flee or struggle, but the jackal handled him with the utmost of care. A slight startle ran through the hyena's body when he felt the first squeeze on his snout, dragging him in deeper to those richly scented depths, but he didn't pull back. It was already probably too late anyway. The inward tug of that hungering jackal cock was far more powerful than his entire body.

With his features smeared in precum, the hyena gave a muffled cry as he got slurped down a little deeper, one inch at a time. Every spot was precious. Afrikasi sought to enjoy his meal to the fullest. His lips parted as if to make a sound, but nothing came from his mouth. The silent moan went along with an expression of utter pleasure. Kamili swore he could sense the jackal's pleasure radiating through his body, reflecting back on him. It made him all the more content to accept the creamy fate looming before him. He was going to make the god-servant feel incredible.

Succulently slurping around his face, that stiff canine shaft dragged the hyena in all the deeper with every pleasured throb. The jackal's ecstasy was Kamili's doom, leaving Afrikasi squeezing in tightly around the stunned features of his prey, working down over those shoulders. The girly hyena had fairly narrow shoulders, but Mahiri watched the whole process, thinking surely that was to be the end of it all. Maybe a face, a head would fit inside an especially stretchable shaft, but certainly not a whole body. All her doubts were cast aside when the jackal worked his pink spire over the wider part of the hyena with a slick and oddly satisfying schlurp.

From there, the sound of consuming Kamili with his cock was like a constant wet gulp. The inside of that shaft flexed taut around the hyena's chest, kneading him in a juicy massage while he delved nosefirst deeper and deeper towards the plump nuts that awaited him below. His faint groans and even giggles of excitement and nervousness alike came muffled beneath the sleek flesh that was his prison. He dipped down inch by inch, spot by spot, getting consumed like the lovely little cookie he was.

Mahiri tried to react too strongly to what she was witnessing. As for exactly how she felt about it, she wasn't even sure. Some of it was just wide-eyed horror at the unconventional means of eating someone alive going on mere inches from her face. Yet there was also awe, even lust. For a slender, softly enticing jackal, there was something so supremely dominant about Afrikasi, something worthy of praise and worship, something some part of her wanted to devote to. Even if it meant her end. The messy process of sliding the hyena down that knotted dick was enough to transfix her right up until the moment it stopped, somewhere around midway through the process.

Afrikasi had encountered the most troublesome of obstacles in the form of that ample spotted rump pressed right up to the tip of his cock. He flexed his shaft around it a few times, but the strength of his hungering gulps didn't seem to be enough to slurp that butt inside. Juices poured out around Kamili's hips, streaming down his thighs and cheeks alike while he wriggled there, half-consumed by the jackal's mighty dick. All it would have taken was a little encouragement, a little nudge along the way, but Afrikasi didn't bother reaching down. Instead, he caught Mahiri's eye with his penetrating gaze, and gave her nothing more than a nod.

She knew what to do. Whether it was out of fear, respect, or simple lust that she was obedient to his unspoken suggestion, she swiftly did as told. Or implied anyway. Laying both hands on the cute backside of the half-swallowed hyena, she lightly kneaded those spotty cheeks in the process of gently easing him forward. There was no need to use much force. Nothing was urgent in that quiet, sacred place. The three of them were free to enjoy the sensations of every moment, whether it was the mingling scents of lust, the sound of wet inner flesh on soft fur, and every single lewd touch that came with that firm jackal cock tugging its prey towards those sleek black nuts.

Once she'd pushed for long enough, there was another pop, another misting of precum that splashed over the leopard's face and breasts alike. She drew back and watched the rest of the process, as Kamili got his hard little shaft pulled in along with everything else. Once past that shapely obstacle of his fine ass, he was easy prey. Afrikasi visibly but silently sighed as he leaned back even deeper into his seat, into that godly throne as he finished off his meal, consuming the mostly willing sacrifice. The deeper Kamili went, the more saturated he was in rich, virile jackal musk, melting away his inner conflict, his worry, his fear. Everything seemed right when he dipped down into that sloshing sack at last.

Mahiri knelt before the scene, wondering how Kamili felt about her assistance. Was it betrayal to urge him in like that? It probably didn't change his fate either way. The jackal was sure to get what he wanted. As for how intensely aroused she was watching the hyena's calves and then paws disappear into Afrikasi's effortlessly stretching shaft, she was just going to have to decide for herself what she thought about that. That knotted dick returned to its original size and shape despite all the bulging it did to gulp down Kamili, leaving that cute hyena finally sagging between the jackal's sleek black thighs, fully deposited into his balls. They were swift to greet him.

That juicy 'hello' came in the form of a tight, yet gradual squeeze around every single detail of the hyena's confined body. Mahiri reached out to touch without even thinking. She simply had to stroke at the distinct outline of the entire hyena wrapped up in a pair of balls that had expanded to something like ten times their original size without any sort of strain. They were made for holding prey just like Kamili. Afrikasi closed his eyes and turned his hands palm side up, seemingly meditating on the sensations for a time while the leopard curiously touched and stroked his softly churning nuts.

Kamili was treated kindly in there. Though the sloshing sounds had already started, it was never oppressive. Even the heat was oddly soothing rather than sweltering. He faintly squirmed, but he was subdued, accepting of whatever the dark god's servant wished for him. It felt good, too. He was intensely aroused as the wet walls squeezed down on his body, slowly simmering away in the rising bath of pure, fresh cum. He giggled a little when he felt the hands kneading in on him from the outside, knowing Mahiri was every bit as turned on by the whole thing as he was. When he felt her tongue, he was even more tickled, in both senses of the word.

Starting to gradually process his prey made the jackal's scent all the more enticing, putting out a wafting dose of predatory pheromones that drew Mahiri in like nothing else she'd ever experienced. She wanted nothing more than to lick up and down those glossy nuts, slurping around the contours of the hyena all wrapped up within that softly clenching chamber. Afrikasi was content to let her worship a while, but he eventually began to rise up from where he sat and apply some light pressure to Mahiri's face. He never had to force anything. The suggestion was more than enough.

The leopard remained smothered deeply in jackal nuts while he pushed her onto her back a little at a time. She was happy to be overtaken by those titanic cumtanks, listening to them slosh and jostle the ever-so-slightly softened hyena within around as he pinned her beneath all that weight. His fur was decadently smooth, perfect for nuzzling up against while he knelt atop her face, completely engulfing her in his sack. She kissed them and praised them with her tongue and lips alike while he worked into a slow grinding motion, brushing that silky fur and skin against her muzzle.

There he remained for some time, letting the leopard breathe little more than pure jackal. It was all she needed to sustain herself. She huffed him generously while he rubbed against her face, grinding his scent into her fur and olfactory senses alike. He was sweetly fragrant, so very well prepared for that intimate time, but he also smelled like horny jackal too. His cock remained swollen and solid while he smothered the leopardess, but he didn't bother to stroke it. All was quiet and calm, even while their mutual arousal peaked to the point they were utterly drenched with desire.

Afrikasi knew Mahiri's body better than she did herself, rising up just when she was starting to grow faint from being pinned down there for so very long. She gasped as she realized she needed air, panting while he dragged his heavy, hyena-stuffed sack down her naked body, jiggling and sloshing as he went. The clenches were starting to squeeze inwards just a little more deeply by then, squishing Kamili's form flatter, smoother, glossing over the finer details while his fur got dyed pure white at the start of his transformation into something creamier. It just felt like sinking deeper and deeper into a hot, relaxing bath as all the tension melted out of his muscles long before they melted for real.

The mere sight of the jackal casting her a sultry look while he clutched her by the thighs was nearly enough to make her cum right that very moment. She couldn't help but let out a rather shrill cry of need, followed by an extended rumble. It felt like she was disrupting the relative silence of the chamber, but the jackal didn't seem to mind. He dipped his pointy muzzle right between her legs and pushed his nose up against her clit. A long, deep breath of her lust was all he needed before he started licking.

In the march up the stairs to see him, Mahiri had wondered what she had done to possibly deserve meeting him. A few slurps of that wet tongue across her heated sex later, and she wondered how she could ever deserve such divine treatment. She was swiftly writhing with pleasure, involuntarily pushing her hips up against the jackal's lips while he ate her out with the utmost of godly generosity. He pushed inside her in time, curling his tongue, lapping up her juices while she mrawled loudly enough through it all to drown out the increasingly sloppy glurks and glurrrrns rumbling out from the dark canine's engorged nuts as he softened that cute hyena a little more with each flex.

She didn't last long under such a casual assault of utter pleasure. She couldn't. Ecstasy seized her body, leaving her bucking, grinding, moaning while that tongue tasted along her slathered insides. He tended to her as if his gods themselves wanted her to cum. A lunge of her hips went along with a deep, growling exclamation. That was an understatement compared to the thick gush of luscious leopardess juices that poured out of her amid her twitching, convulsing climax. The jackal drank from her while she squirted for him, tidying up her soaked pussy while he reclined there, stretched out like a cat himself so he had room to rest his softening balls.

Breathing hot steam for a time, the leopard sweated lightly as she stared up at the distant ceiling, listening to the steady groan of a predatory pair of jackal nuts. She knew what was next. Afrikasi took his time working up to it, but when he leaned back to sit, legs apart, displaying his enormous sack to her, she got a good look at all the progress he'd managed to make in the passing minutes. Kamili was almost gone, highlighting the softened outline of the digesting hyena. He was as much liquid as he was solid, sinking in on himself. It was hard to tell if he was squirming or simply sloshing from side to side. Were those moans or simply the groaning churns of melting the hyena down to pure jackal jizz?

Afrikasi picked up one of her paws and kneaded his thumbs deeply into her squishy pads. He was a talented masseuse on top of all his godly duties and devotion. She purred for him while he rubbed her, soothing her all the more deeply. When he laid that paw down on his nuts, she kneaded right back, rubbing into the increasingly indistinct silhouette of the hyena. He wriggled less and less as the churning glrrrrrrup escalated into something just a little aggressive, working hard to noisily convert that pretty boy down to nut-stuffing slop.

When the jackal pulled her paw from his balls and instead to the tip of his engorged cock, he smeared an ample amount of precum all across her soles and toes alike. His grip was soft enough that she could have easily pulled back, but she simply allowed him to ease one of those feet into his cock, one inch at a time. Then he worked on the other. She laid there, sprawled on her back, still glowing with the remnants of her orgasm, and marvelled at the tight squeeze that clutched her right up to the ankles. A brief, experimental tug confirmed it wasn't letting go.

For as fine a job as the jackal had done relaxing her, there still came that instinctual dread that came when she realized her fate had already been decided. There was no reversing it once he started sucking her down with the deeply slick inner squeezes. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head a moment, digging her elbows into the cool floor as she tried to crawl away from his grip. Hadn't she done well? Had her show of devotion been inadequate? She bit her lip as the panic set in, but then so did the pleasure.

There was something about being slowly consumed by a throbbing canine cock that was unlike anything else she'd ever felt. The soft, warm squeeze from all sides of lust-streaked inner flesh squished around her toes and paws in such an enticing way. He still wasn't forceful, as powerful as his shaft's appetite might have been. Maybe she could have still wriggled her way out of his grasp, and then what? Was she to sprint down the steps of the temple, fully naked, and take her chances in the desert? She had been chosen for a reason.

"This was always how it was going to go, wasn't it? You brought us here to claim us, to please your gods."

A thought struck her then, one that filled her with trepidation, and yet a glimmer of hope as well.

"What of my soul?"

Afrikasi cast her a gentle look, devoid of the flirtiness that had he'd worn on his handsome face moments ago. That was convincing enough for her to take a deep breath and slump back down, letting herself be dragged into the hot embrace of that richly scented cock. Whatever was to become of it, he would ensure it was the right thing. For his purposes, at least. Such thoughts certainly didn't quell all her worries, but for the moment, she sought only to endure the process of being consumed without letting her own mortal fear set in.

Such a thing was relatively easy when it meant slipping sweetly into the silky hold of that stiff jackal shaft. He swallowed along her legs, easily pressing her knees together and moving onto her thick thighs. She was definitely a more substantial meal for his shaft than Kamili was. That didn't seem to give him much trouble. He sat with his legs parted, his great, stuffed balls going taut and round with their potent contents as he beckoned Mahiri a little closer to the spunk that waited for her within his sack as he slathered her thighs in warmly scented juices.

From that position she was afforded a luxury Kamili never got to enjoy, watching her own body bulging out beneath the cock currently swallowing her whole. Her curves made for such an attractive outline beneath the sleek red skin. As before, the gulping stopped somewhere around her hips. She had plenty of butt to press into his shaft. The pressure built around her, clamping down on that soft rump until she lurched forward with a wet pop, breasts wobbling with the sudden motion. The curvy shape of the leopard made for such a fine outline in the jackal's engorged shaft as she dunked paws-first into Kamili - or what remained of him.

There was something solid in there, but the hyena was as much liquid as he was a person. She swore she still felt him squirming. The jizz tingled around her toes, though it certainly didn't hurt. She could already feel it adhering to her fur and skin, coating every single inch of her as she slipped deeper and deeper. The slight squish of her belly was no trouble for Afrikasi, though her breasts were another story entirely.

His cockslit gulped up beneath her bust, lifting them towards her face. They were simply too hefty to fit down his dick just yet, leaving him slowly kneading at her, almost as if nibbling with those juicy clenches all around her. Inching his way up, the extended schliiick of all that wet inner flesh consuming her fat tits, pressing them firmly down to her chest until they finally slurped into that jackal dick and made for an ample bulge beneath the surface. Up to her chin in jackal cock, she tilted her head back and tried not to sputter when she got a mouthful of precum spurting in her face while she tried to speak.

" ... Not too late to ask if you might change your mind, is it?"

The jackal simply gave her a soft smile, his eyes gleaming as he leaned in to smooch her on the forehead. It felt like a blessing of sorts. Though it was also his farewell to his prey. He laid a hand atop her head shortly after, and simply let that gentle pressure ease her along, muffling any further protests or pleas in the squelching spire of jackal lust. Her features bulged their way down to join the rest of her, accumulating where she'd been dunked in spunk, swimming in fresh canine seed as it invaded her from every angle. She was doused, drenched, and utterly inundated with his attractive musk from the very first moment she entered his balls in full.

Splashing down, she sank to the bottom of his nuts, fully submerged in cum before she struggled back to the surface. That brief terror of drowning swiftly went away when she felt the soothing sensations coming from all sides. When she drew breath, it seemed to sustain her. When the walls pressed in around her, stirring up the creamy contents of that sack, it splashed over her like gentle waves. The warmth was welcome, never too hot, never uncomfortable. Truly it was a magical, miraculous place to be, stuffed down deep inside the jackal's balls, ready to be digested into nut-swelling jizz.

The faint silhouette of a mostly cummified hyena pressed up against their hip. She squirmed along with him while the glorshing pressure rocked him into nothing, clenching out his remaining shape with the rising intensity of those rumbling squeezes. Afrikasi dragged himself back to that godly throne, sitting with his legs apart, his balls splayed over the side and sagging all the way to the floor under the weight of their contents. In the compressions and flexes hugging around the leopard inside, Mahiri's curves could be seen perfectly, right down to the folds of her pussy.

Such details grew less and less distinct every time he clamped down on her once more. Each one was just a little more forceful. The sound of squelching mixed in with something more like the rustling of fabric, or the crackling of hard leather as his nuts squeezed her into sludge, wiping away more and more of her figure and features by the moment. His balls grumbled and groaned as loudly as a stomach while he digested her down into spunk, smoothing over her spotty hide, melding her body until it was increasingly one uniform, round shape.

She was hardly a leopard anymore after a few minutes of stewing within the great god-servant's sack. Yet she still retained some degree of awareness. The stimulating sensations all around her overwhelmed her thoughts, but he hadn't finished her yet. Her resistance was absent, and her body was barely holding together while the kneading churns smoothed her over more and more, sinking her into the thick sludge of hot spunk all around her. Afrikasi's balls went into a fearsome, briefly forceful pumping state when he neared his goal, conquering the cat with some tremendously lewd, triumphant noises.

_Glurk glurk GLORK! ... glrrrrrn ... _

Then she was gone, finished off by the intense hunger of those plump balls. She sloshed down to join with the hyena, distributed evenly between both of the jackal's nuts. Those smooth, glossy orbs were gravid with their freshly creamed contents, resting snugly on the floor. A faint glimmer appeared somewhere within them. So too were there some remnants of their thoughts. Mahiri and Kamili alike still dwelt within him, their eternal souls separated from their cum-digested bodies, swimming in the very cream they had become. He would ensure those were delivered to the proper place.

Afrikasi sighed once more, his chest rising and falling with relief and satisfaction, but there still was no sound from his lips. The prey stuffing his balls had been enough to nearly immobilize him, but once suitably compressed, he was down to something around twice his initial size, from impressively palm filling to hefty enough they would have needed two hands each just to hold. They were extra plump after that meal, and so too was his cock, swollen up to an impressive, almost impractical size, too big to fully grip anymore. He wouldn't have been able to wrap even two hands around his knot.

Proudly wearing his prey like trophies to enhance his impressive set, the jackal laid back, looking like he was ready for a nap. It wasn't time for such respite just yet. His goddess was on her way. She had of course been watching him the entire time, one with the shadows as he served her with his body. When she chose to casually manifest herself in a flash of eerie green light, he greeted her with his fondest of smiles and a lingering, adoring look. She knew what he meant without him needing to say a word.

The goddess herself was just as naked as her subject, but for a small handful of ceremonial adornments. An ankh dangled from her neck, resting just above her enormous bust, along with a large feather. Her wrists were wrapped in gauze, while a serpent of gold was wrapped around her upper arm. She shared a similar braided hairstyle with her servant, though it was concealed by her black and gold headdress. The rest of her was utterly bare, shining even more sleekly than Afrikasi himself. She planted her hands on her thick thighs so she could squat down a little lower and regard him directly, though even then she towered above him and his throne alike, too tall for even the torchlight to fully illuminate anything but for her strikingly golden eyes.

"You have done well," Anput said in a soft, if still imposing voice.

Her words had a way of booming even when she was speaking barely above a whisper. The goddess jackal stood twice as tall as her servant, with heft and sleek black curves on full display. Her body was ample and voluptuous in every way, jiggling her tremendous bust and rump alike with her every thumping step of approach. The goddess had arrived, and she was pleased with her devoted follower. Afrikasi had to suppress a little wag of his slender tail at the sight of her.

"To think they so willingly gave themselves to you," she went on, slowly lowering herself down to his level in a deep crouch. "Your seductive skills have grown nearly godly."

With that, she moved in to lay a kiss on his entire face at once. Her muzzle was so much larger than his own that he was overtaken in slobbery affection. Even more so when she drew back to give him a wet lick. For a goddess she could be rather playful. Her claws gently danced down his slender body as she stroked at him, admiring his frame until she could lay her hands on his balls. Those were swollen enough that she could cup them in her palms, lifting and jostling their tightly-packed contents.

"I feel them glimmering within you. Trapped, yet calm. I will give their souls the greatest honour. And I'm going to enjoy milking them from you ever so much."

This time, it was more than just a soft smile she gave him. Anput outright grinned as she reached up to squish her breasts together, kneading them in a show for her servant, her precious mortal pet. Then it was time to commence the ceremonial indulgence, and they were going to need something better than a throne room of sorts for that.

"Come. Let us find a place more comfortable."

Even for her size, her strength was massive. She effortlessly scooped him up in her arms, pressing him close to her left breast while she carried him off without a further word. The temple was a deep place, larger even than it appeared from the outside. A pacing of its halls revealed a romantically dim room with a bed big enough for the both of them. Stuffed and strewn with ornate adornments, it was the perfect place for an especially loyal mortal to worship his goddess. She laid him on the cushy mattress and overtook him all at once beneath the all-enveloping mass of her great godly bust.

Smothering him in jackal tits, she softly giggled to herself as she wedged his pointed muzzle deep into her cleavage. Afrikasi simply reached up to squeeze and admire the perfect bosom. Her silky fur brushed against his own, leading him into a silent moan while she weighed him down beneath her womanly heft. That was precisely where she kept him for a while, engulfed in her beauty, sniffing her divine scent. Her fur was perfectly smooth, and her tits had the heft and bounce only a goddess could ever wish to attain.

They let the minutes pass by in breathy silence. She occasionally moaned for him when his tongue pleased her just right. He was ever eager to slurp her, to taste her and indulge in a flavour hardly meant for a mortal such as him. It was her gift to him, for all his loyalty and service. Along with so much more to come. When she was satisfied she'd smothered him as thoroughly as possible, she lifted her chest from his face and made a little smooching sound at him.

"You are such a good boy," she fondly told him, giving a long lick that started at his face and swiped all the way down to his pulsing dick and clenching balls. "Let's get those souls out of you. I can feel them. Lost confused. Searching for a proper home. I want to give them one."

Perhaps deep down within those packed nuts, the eternal forms of the leopard and hyena alike heard her words. They seemed to stir as Anput laid her breasts atop her servant's cock and wrapped up that prey-enhanced spire in the sultry embrace of her cleavage. His fur had been smoothed and prepared for her arrival, yet he might as well have been scrounging in the sand compared to her. In an instant, he was silently crying out, his expression frozen in a mask of bliss as she warmly, smoothly titfucked him with those velvety breasts, working slowly, yet firmly enough to make his packed nuts slosh.

Anput took up most of the bed, leaving the lower half of Afrikasi smothered beneath her while she licked up and down his dick amidst the generous pleasure-giving. He could only put a hand to his forehead amidst the growing ecstasy she granted him. All that pressure, all that pent-up need that had lingered since digesting the mortal forms of those two sacrifices was finally coming to a peak, finally working out of him all in one tremendous expulsion of concentrated seed and soul alike.

The pumping force of his nuts finally milking out a good deal of that freshly-produced cum went along with the throbbing of his knotted shaft left him twitching beneath her while he erupted. It wasn't just a torrent of pure jackal jizz that splashed over her elegant face and tremendous breasts alike. With enough force built up, he managed to cum out the very soul of his digested prey, ejecting a translucent, ghostly semblance of Mahiri to soar up into the air along with the storm of spunk raining down all over the jackaless. It didn't take long for the goddess to hone in on her meal.

It was like a parlour trick, the way Anput leapt up from where she knelt and snapped her jaws around the flailing semblance of the leopard's soul. The bite looked harsh, but Mahiri was far too ethereal to feel it. Her soul wriggled in the jaws of the jackal goddess. There was nothing arousing about facing that oblivion. With what little of her remained solid, Mahiri desperately pushed at her surroundings, slipping and sliding on the saliva that her spiritual presence helped Anput produce. She could fight as much as she liked, but nothing stopped the jackal from curling her tongue between the thighs of her prey, shoving at that cushy butt, and pushing the leopard's eternal soul straight into her throat to finish her with a single, decisive blow.

GLP

That was all it took. One firm, wet swallow dragged the leopard's ghostly form down the throat of the goddess, struggling all the way. Nothing could save her anymore. She vanished into the darkness of Anput's gullet, faintly shining that bluish light all the way down. The jackaless kept her muzzle pointed right towards the ceiling, eyes closed as she swallowed her prey, snatching the cat away from any sort of afterlife that might have awaited her after getting churned up by Afrikasi's nuts. The godservant lay still gushing all over Anput's bust and belly alike while he watched the frightful feeding process going on right before him.

There was still plenty of cum left to give to her. He didn't soften for a second. If anything, watching his goddess feast upon the most precious part of that unfortunate mortal feline just left him more aroused. There was cruelty to it, for certain, but also beauty. Mahiri was going to become one with the goddess Afrikasi had devoted his life to worshipping. Truly there was no greater honour than being a permanent part of her divine figure. It was much better than being cast into some underworld and forgotten. Anput smiled as she knelt there, eyes closed, jackal cum trickling down her tits along with plenty of her own saliva, dwelling on the pleasure of claiming a soul for herself.

It filled her out a surprising amount. The leopard's soul made for a modest bulge slipping down Anput's throat, but once it was nestled within her belly, the jackaless swelled out to a nearly pregnant shape. There was a lot of energy in a soul. Once it was given room to expand, room to swirl around and push against the walls, the ghostly leopardess impressively rounded out the goddess, glowing right through the jackal's skin and fur. She beat her wispy hands against the walls, knowing precisely where she was, and what was going to happen. There was nothing about her response that was conflicted nor accepting of her fate. The souls she ate never did seem to remain calm while they were melted out of existence forever.

"Lay your hands on my belly, sweet servant," she addressed Afrikasi.

He did as he was told. That was precisely what he wanted anyway. She straddled him as he pressed his palms into the rounded middle of the goddess, feeling the intense energy that crackled within the tomb that was Anput's stomach. It was like a rumbling storm in there as she digested that soul down to something more like sludge, melting through memories, through identity to render the would-be thief inert. All the while, she was moaning, even more so when she climbed onto Afrikasi's still-hard cock and slowly slipped down to push him inside of her. She squeezed him between her thighs as she knelt atop him, letting him watch her body jiggle while she gradually absorbed the delicious energy that was everything Mahiri ever was or would be.

"Ahhh," came her refreshed sigh. "Feisty one. Perhaps not the most sinful I have ever consumed, but satisfying nonetheless. She shall find peace in my embrace. Let us share in the pleasure she grants us both."

She licked her chops and then leaned in for a wet kiss. He returned it with his eyes closed, his expression forming into what looked like it might have been a groan, if she didn't keep his voice carefully confined within her very body. It was his first gift to her, a sign of his devotion, never to be taken back. Unless he really wanted it. She would have given it to him if she sensed her keeping it caused him distress, but it was quite the opposite. All who observed his utter silence knew his faithfulness.

Anput rode him in long, smooth strokes, lingering on the feeling of withdrawing his cock from her slathered folds inch by inch before thumping back down atop his knot with a juicy thump. Her breasts bounced with her every stroke, but Afrikasi's attention remained firmly on her belly, kneading deeply into that soul-stuffed gut while it slowly flattened over through the process of absorbing Mahiri's essence into her curves. He could see the padding growing thicker, watching the jiggle of those jackal tits get all the more intense as that eternal energy fattened up the goddess with every mighty churn.

"Ohhh, sweet mortal feline! Do not despair. I will hold you closer than most ever get. You shall be so much more than you were. You will serve to build the temple of my body."

That didn't seem to comfort the digesting leopard, whose semi-solid form visibly struggled where it glowed beneath the growing pudge of the thick jackaless. Afrikasi watched that the light flicker beneath the heft of Anput's swollen belly, and he felt his knot throb all the fatter, knowing what it meant. There wasn't much leopard left. She was melting to sludge within the goddess, judged with every heavy gurgle and contraction of that soul-hungry gut. Whether Anput found her wicked was irrelevant when the great black dog found her so very delicious.

Her servant only kneaded deeper while that belly grew less taut, and more simply pudgy. Mahiri's curves were Anput's own, softening her around the thighs, the bust, and the same belly that was finishing her off in a sloppy, sludgy assault. It hardly seemed the glorious end the goddess had promised, getting turned to faintly shining muck and getting sucked down into the canine's intestines to be further processed into fat and energy alike, but by the way Anput cried out in bliss, she had at least served her purpose. Maybe there was some vague pride in her diminished mind about that before she vanished entirely.

The pleasure drove the jackal goddess to ride her faithful one all the harder. She took him by the wrists and brought his hands to her breasts, letting him deeply squeeze them while she fucked that canine cock deeply into her cunt. All the while, the sloshing jostle of the liquefied soul in her middle grew louder and louder until with a great, fearsome glurrrrn she finished off the very last of the leopard's existence with a particularly fierce, crushing squeeze of her stomach. Another mortal irreversibly added to her curves, never to exist as anything but soft, plush fat ever again.

Their pace proved frantic in the aftermath of that digestive fatality. They both took such lust from it all, leaving her driving down on his blazing cock while he desperately thrust up into her silken folds, arching his back, digging his fingers into her hips, silently panting, even drooling. His knot caught inside her sex, only to pop back out again with a heavy squelch every time she rose up to drive down on his cock again. He was primed, tense, ready to fire a second load inside that divine womb. Yet before he could fully release all that pent-up pleasure and need, she abruptly slowed her hips and took his arm in her hand.

"Not yet. Not here. I want him beneath my tail."

It took some urgent movement to keep the jackal from blowing his second load in her pussy. With a schlurp she pulled off his soaking cock and instead turned herself so that her massive rump was on full display to him. He leapt to action all at once, standing tall just so he could reach his intended target. To properly grasp those matronly hips, he had to spread his arms wide like he was going in for a great big hug. Instead, he pushed his stiff, desperately leaking shaft up under that lean jackal tail and penetrated his goddess' gorgeous rump. His balls gave a lurch of clenching pleasure as he sank sweetly into that plump jackal butt.

There was no need to be modest, no need to maintain that aura of tranquil seduction. For at least a short time, he could be a beast, a slobbering desert jackal who fucked his goddess as hard as he could. He might have been snarling if he could make a single sound, but he made up for the silence with the constant plap of his prey-fattened nuts against her thickened rump. He made her jiggle, made her wobble on impact with his comparatively tiny body. She might have been twice his size, but he still managed to make her moan out loud with the driving, grinding slam of his enhanced cock driving deep underneath her slender tail and directly between her sleek black cheeks.

"Yes! Give him to me. I want to make him into divine ass fat."

A lunging slam plunged that knot deep into Anput's ass. Afrikasi nearly collapsed atop her, clinging to her while he seemed to make a silent whimper. His balls twitched just as much as the rest of him, shuddering through an orgasm almost too intense for him. He might have carried her blessing, but he was still mortal after all. Cumming out a soul was the kind of pleasure generally best reserved for the gods. A massive glrrrsh of jackal cum spurted straight between those cheeks as he slammed forth, possessed by lust, jiggling those soul-fattened curves. The goddess would have her meal once more.

Anput tossed her head back and took over the moaning for the both of them. It was enough to make her servant blush, just seeing her rolling through that rippling, bed-clawing orgasm. To think he was worthy of making his dark mistress cum with his cock wedged deeply in her butt, that was a point of pride he wouldn't soon forget. She cried out, shrilly, sharply, and then she settled into a deep, canine growl as her body trembled with godly ecstasy.

"Yes! Good boy. Give me that precious soul. Cum him deep inside me."

Perhaps it wasn't quite as frightening for Kamili, avoiding her jaws as he did. It was more humiliating instead. He got shot into the jackal's butt on a wave of cum, flooded with it as he splashed around deep in the darkness of the goddess. Anput squeezed tight on Afrikasi's knot and refused to let it go for a good while. Only when her climax finally drained from her godly body did she relent. Afrikasi slumped back, pulling out of her in one great squelch of juices, leaving cum trickling from her well-fucked hole. Her belly was glowing again. This time, she didn't bother to tell him to admire it. She had other plans.

He could already feel the added fat the leopardess had padded onto her rump when she snugly sat right atop his face. Much of Mahiri had gone to Anput's breasts and belly, but the goddess wore some of her on her hips and butt too. Her weight instantly pinned her priest flat, leaving her squashing and smothering him utterly beneath her, engulfed and enveloped in her cushy backside. That was the prime chance to further demonstrate his devotion in the form of kissing, licking, and utterly adoring Anput's soft ass while it slowly thickened as she absorbed the soul of the creamed hyena.

"Mmm, yes! Another tasty one. Mischievous. Not a true sinner, but certainly capable of becoming one. Best I claim him now before he gets in too much trouble."

There wasn't much Kamili could do, but mortal terror had ways of inspiring anyone to action. The walls closed in on him, crushing, squeezing the very existence out of him, tugging at his eternal self to siphon all that energy into the jackal's intestines. Afrikasi massaged that rump and licked that hot rim while his goddess grew all the thicker, all the heavier right atop his face. She rubbed on him, grinding that ring down against his lips, his nose, and of course his tongue while she gradually digested the hyena into pudge forever.

He wasn't as hardy as the leopard had been. Maybe it was all that time stewing down in the jackal's balls that softened him. It was even possible that Afrikasi had already absorbed a few traces of that soul himself. That dark tunnel crushed down on the ghostly hyena, squishing Kamili with that soft, warm flesh, sucking away everything he was so that Anput's servant could squeeze and admire her noticeably thickening curves. Kamili had been a bottom-heavy boy, and that meant his soul made Anput's ass even fatter, mostly concentrating there and her thighs while she digested him into soul-sludge, draining the last glimmer from his ghostly self.

In her excitement, Anput bounced atop her devotee's handsome face, all but wedging his pointy muzzle right inside of her. He wasn't at all put off by such treatment. It was just all the more reason to worship her taut asshole, licking up his own cum and the accumulated sweat that came with all their sex while he tended to her tender ring. She made him drool while he worshipped her, kneading his fingers deeper and deeper into that thick cushion of a butt while it expanded to an even more impressive form. There was just so much to take from a mortal soul. Digesting an eternity was enough to make even a goddess fat.

Kamili put in a valiant effort, but just like the leopardess before him, he was powerless to resist the will of Anput. She clamped down tighter and tighter on his soul, contracting with internal pleasure while she got her ass sloppily eaten by her favourite follower. There came a last gasp before he simply poofed out of existence, snuffed out like a candle, reduced to nothing more than base energy and nutrients while she absorbed him directly into her curves. An arch of her back came with a shudder of pleasure, a brief cry, followed by a long sigh. She slumped down atop Afrikasi, grinding on his tongue a little longer before she finally peeled herself from his face, leaving him streaked and slathered, braids weighed down by all the perspiration they'd absorbed.

He didn't move much after such a thorough sitting, panting hotly while he recovered. Not many mortals could have withstood such utter domination from a goddess. He was proud to have shown her just how much he adored her. It was time for her to show him right back.

"Such a good boy. You will be well rewarded for all you have given to me. And I mean in more ways than in hot sex with your goddess," she teased, licking him on the cheek.

Afrikasi simply licked her back, then nestled into the crook of her neck while she held him close, squishing him to the extra cushy curves she wore with pride after claiming two souls all for herself. He had enough strength to explore her body, to take handfuls of all that squishy padding, and Anput was just as thorough rubbing him back. She rubbed his chest, she squeezed his shoulders, massaging and admiring the slender, handsome jackal who had served her so very well. That full-body makeup and dye had ever so slightly faded in a few spots, but she didn't let that bother her. He didn't have to be perfect for her. His devotion was never anything but apparent.

Eventually she just couldn't help herself. She was ever so soft after two souls, and she made for such a good blanket. Laying her glorious body over him, she squished him between her tits and kissed him on the lips, sighing into an extended, tranquil makeout session in the afterglow of digesting two mortal souls. His cock was still thicker, his balls heavier after processing those two sacrifices for his goddess. The longer he served her, the closer to perfection his body got, enhancing all that was already attractive about his sleek form, whether it was his piercing eyes, his gentle smile and handsome features, and his shapely, enticing figure.

"I will take good care of you."

Looking up with love at the great, thick mama jackal goddess, he believed every word of that statement. She already did. He loved her, and he was ready to do anything for her. No matter who she asked for, or how many sacrifices she asked for. He was her dark servant, her pet, and he would carry her deathly will to all who she desired. Whether they deserved it or not.