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Transforming a God

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Hm…"

Dr Harold, more commonly going by his first name, Eli, paused before the sarcophagus. Finally…he was there. Before the sarcophagus of Anubis himself, the god of death, sometimes known as Anpu. His hair was slicked back with more sweat than gel, though it had been a dirty-blonde colour before he had spent the day, once again, striving to source out the entrance to the tomb. There were a couple of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and across his brow, but Eli was only in his late twenties.

Still young enough, however, to be more than a bit reckless… And that was only going to turn out well for him, that time.

He adjusted the neckerchief, which was tied at his throat, though it was already encrusted with dust from the narrow passageway that he had had to traverse just to get down there and to slip into the tomb itself.

He did not dare touch the walls. He knew of the tales as old as time itself, of those that had found their way into other tombs and met their doom. Whether that had been due to deadly bacteria and mould on the tomb walls or a curse, Eli was not willing to chance things.

Not when he finally had his chance to see if the scroll was real…

Deep within the sarcophagus, Anubis slumbered, still aware of the world beyond their sarcophagus and their tomb. Long imprisoned like an Egyptian ruler within a sarcophagus, Anubis had not died. His followers… So very long ago they had turned on him, destroying his physical body before binding his spirit, locking it into the fibre of the inscriptions, laced with the blood of those that had sacrificed themselves for the ritual.

And then…he could only be freed. No more than that. He could only slumber, waiting, seething, churning in his fury for those that had betrayed him. Even when all seemed lost and an archaeologist with motives appeared with a scroll.

Finally…

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Dimly, Anubis' consciousness flickered out, touching the presence of the human who had entered his tomb, still in slumber. Everything was slow, deeply sluggish, yet he recognised a change.

They have come…

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For it was by no means a coincidence.

Anubis' influence had spread, while imprisoned, placing that very scroll in Eli's path, back in the research library, even though Eli was not to know that Anubis had orchestrated him finding that scroll, all so that he could free Anubis. It was not as if a god would have wanted to be imprisoned forever, after all, so Anubis' spirit had done a little night-walking, drifting between dreams, until it found the right human to serve him and free him. The fact that the scroll was the only one that could free him, having been the one to bind him too, was an added complication. And it had all come to fruition, or so the faint consciousness of the god thought, in that moment.

Mmmmm…

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Anubis groaned, stirring slowly. His spirit swirled, clamouring against the inner walls of the sarcophagus, where it had been sealed shut. A canine-like muzzle opened in a snarl, though Anubis was so much more than a plain dog, no, despite his monstrous, dog-like form, with the dark head and body of a jackal that came from another world.

Yes… He hissed, words returning, fluttering around his head as something surged within him, finally feeling as if he had the physical presence of his chest there again. More… My followers… They still live!

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Of course, he was not to know that it wasn't one of his followers, the devoted ones, that had come, as a chanting incantation wove around and around him, bidding him up and up and up. His physical body was coming, condensing into muscle and sinew, jaws lining with teeth, finally blinking, sitting up straight through the solid sarcophagus.

Eli reeled back, half-dropping the scroll, though his eyes remained wide, a greedy smile tugging at his lips. Finally! Anubis himself… The scroll… The ritual… It had all worked! Even though Eli was not just there to free Anubis, the rest would come to pass too, what he really wanted the god to do.

For him, of course.

It, perhaps, should not have been a moment of such pure revelation and joy, as if a thrill was coursing through him from an outside force. There was simply so much power there, flowing and swirling, his fingers tingling with the force of it, an unseen wind sending the scroll flapping wildly between his hands. Still, Eli held onto it, lips parted, finishing the incantation as the god of death himself lifted from the sarcophagus, hands spread wide, his glossy, dark fur gleaming with an otherworldly light.

“Ah…" Anubis rumbled. “This… My form… I have risen to enact my revenge!"

His eyes locked onto his follower, the small man, however insignificant he was – ah, yes, he would be important to him! Anubis advanced, closing and opening his fist, letting the moment wash through him, the solidity that he felt in his new body, revelling in just how it had felt to tremble with power once more.

For it was his form, the scroll granting him a body with which to take his revenge and to lead his followers on a rampage of death – of pure, clean, permanent death. His goals were simple, as a god, and he needed no ulterior motive to be who he was born to be, baring his fangs, his head bare but for his natural fur, though he would be able to form his true headdress in true form and time.

“You…" He rumbled, pointing a single finger, tipped with a shiny claw, at Eli. “You will bow before me!"

And yet…Eli had other ideas. He didn't need to merely release Anubis – and that was not at all what the ritual was about for him, not as he smirked, heart pounding with excitement. Something twitched in his crotch, his need rising, clawing up within him, desire pulling taut where he had thought it would be well-restrained.

The scroll… It did not only contain information on how to release Anubis, no. But it told just how to change things up a little, so that the god of death would not only be released from his tomb and given his form…but also a way in which to bind Anubis to the will of the one who had released them.

He gulped and took a step back. It was hard, lips still moving, ignoring the bellowing roar of Anubis, how the god towered, dense smoke swirling around him. The jackal's ears pricked and the darkness in his eyes brimmed over and seethed, even though Anubis surely could only have thought that Eli had come to release him.

But Eli chanted and chanted, shaking faintly, trusting the scroll. If he had, at the very least, been able to raise Anubis from the scroll, it stood to reason that he could be bound to the will of a mortal too…

“Avast enterium vivarron tenesslum vivagol…"

He did not understand the words, though it could only have been fate that their pronunciation was correct, for it was not in a language that he understood.

“You…" Anubis growled, advancing a step, fingers hooked as if to draw attention to the gleaming, black claws tipping them. “You… You will be my first follower!"

The jackal god bared his teeth and yet Eli could not be swayed, even though the god was darkly dominating with a broad chest that still, somehow, managed to be elegant, refined in a way that no mortal would ever be able to attain. And yet that could be refined, yes, brought down to a form that would better suit Eli's needs while using the god for his own means…

Anubis paused. He grunted, standing up tall, rolling his shoulders back.

Something was wrong.

“What is this?"

He dragged out his words in a low grumble, his tail tucking down, though, in him, it was a sign of aggression rather than fear. His fingers ached, as if something was spreading through him, not akin to him fully dunking his fingers and hands in a pool of his own power – even if that was not something that could be seen by the mortal eye.

He snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth – but it was too late. He could only wait there, his feet feeling as if they had suddenly become no more than lead, weighing him down and forcing him to stand there, tipped forward, his knees slightly bent.

The jackal god's eyes widened.

“No…"

He howled – but the ritual had begun and there was no way for him to stop it, not as he roiled and ravaged against the bindings that were coming for him. They closed around his neck, his chest and his arms too, wrapping down to his midsection and then his upper thighs.

“No… Nooooo!"

Cursed! To think that he was a powerful god – and yet could be bound just like that? And yet it was Anubis himself who had been imprisoned in the sarcophagus for so many years – so many years indeed that he had no idea at all just how long it had been.

He was no fool and yet he seethed against the pressure, the din of the tiny human's words ringing through his skull, calling him to heel.

And yet…his attention sank into his own body, the softening of his shoulders, how his neck was becoming even finer and lighter, a gentler edge to his jaw and the round of his cheek. He panted heavily, tipping forward to all fours, though Anubis did not feel the impact of the ground, not as his waist tucked in faintly – just enough to allow him an hourglass figure.

No…

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He turned his eyes on the human with dark hair and did not like that smirk on his face one little bit. Hissing through his teeth, he contracted the muscles in his right arm. And yet he could not complete the lunge, merely digging his claws into the soil with a slow twitch, even where it was hard-packed after decades.

“There's no use in fighting back," Eli said, panting lightly, his eyes a little wilder and glassier than they had been before. “I've got you just where I want you, Anubis… Welcome to your new life…as Anubia!"

Anubia? That wasn't a name that he was familiar with and the god snarled, shaking it from his mind. No… No, he fought and he raged and he seethed, though all he could do was hunch down and shove his shoulder blades back, trying to stay in place, to draw on his dark power from the otherworld.

Still, the changes had to come. They were not overt, not as if he was transforming into another form and body exactly, but it was a change from how Anubis knew and had experienced the world. His chest rounded out and he tucked his chin down, panting heavily as his teeth glistened with saliva, his tail stiff and tight.

It was not him, not his body, but he could not fail to recognise what was growing from his chest, the soft flesh pulling out into orbs that would be swayed by the fall of gravity. With Anubis on all fours, they hung down from his chest with the nipples growing more defined and plumper, showing just a little bit more through his glossy, black fur than before, though he swore too that that was sleeker than it had been.

It was such a small detail for him to take in, yet the horror at being changed, at being transformed… It was not something that he could control and neither something that he had ever before considered, not with his devoted followers at his heels. Of course, they had been slaughtered in dark dealings before, though it was not something that he cared to even concern himself with.

“Unff… No… Foolish…human… I will…"

But he could not talk, not even as his body became increasingly high-pitched. Not to the point that it was squeaky, of course, but it was not his voice, the voice of a female, all soft and lilting, too feminine.

He panted heavily, but his body betrayed him, his hips widening a little and his rump filling out with another soft round of flesh. It would not have been usual to find on a male but was perfect for a female of his kind: a goddess rather than a god.

And worst of all was the pulling up of something between his thighs, his sheath and balls melting and moulding moderately back into his body. It was as if they had ever been and, if he had not been bound by the ritual too, locked in place like a statue, he would have been grabbing at his body in a moment of weakness, trying to stop his genitals from retreating.

It was just as well then that a betrayed follower did not see that weakness too, when he was already in such a vulnerable position.

He heaved and panted, tongue lolling out, sliding over his lips. Anubis groaned, though his tail wagged when a pair of hands brushed his breasts.

“Unff… Noooo…"

He sounded so faint, so feeble, as his body slowly changed, drawing a vagina up inside his body, framed by soft, feminine folds where his balls had been not all that long ago. Eli smirked and ran his hands over the jackal, though they were still large, but a size that the man thought he could handle.

Even if he couldn't manage Anubia, the ritual would have her bound so that she could never harm him: that much he knew. He teased her, rubbing her nipples, fascinated by the changes in her body, how quickly she had gone from male to female, though a god's body, surely, was designed for such transformations more than a human's ever could have been. A part of history and archaeology that he had delved into more in his free time, for studying and research could not solely be done in the field…

“You're a beauty," he breathed. “So soft… So usable…"

The jackal rumbled a groan but even that failed to have any bite to it as Eli trailed his fingers down from her large, full breasts to her buttocks and between her legs. It was unlike anything that he had ever experienced to feel a pussy pushing in, allowing his fingers to tease into her body more and more, slowly but surely.

“You're going to feel so good wrapped around my cock like a slut when I push into you, my beauty…" He growled, feeling as if that dark energy from Anubis had flowed into him, giving him energy and strength, tangled in treachery. “You're not male anymore, Anubia… Do you understand that? Do you understand who you belong to?"

He punctuated his words with a savage thrust of his fingers into her sex. The jackal moaned in response, her body and her mind in conflict with one another, his fingers teasing her sex, exploring her even as she transformed.

“No… Please…"

“To think a god would fall so far as to beg," Eli laughed. “You're going to beg me for my cock by the time I'm done with you. And I'm not going to be done with you for a good, long time…"

No… Not now that what he wanted was right there within his grasp. He could not abuse a god, though he could use a god – even if that was rather warped justification even in a moment like that. Yet a man could be greedy and her body was set to be adored, giving her firm rump a squeeze and a slap. Already, his cock was hardening in his pants, swelling and thickening up, tenting out the front of his trousers in a light bulge. The material was too thick, however, to let more than a faint bulge show through, nicely hiding his arousal.

Though there would be no reason at all for Eli to hide it from Anubia, no… Not when she was there to please him, to serve him, to take every inch of his throbbing hard-on, again and again, all until he was sore of her! He grinned wildly, his body thrumming with desire, watching how her breasts filled out even more, adding to her hourglass figure. There was a sense of lightness to her that had not been present when she had been Anubis, however, and Eli adored that.

It was not Anubis himself, after all, that he had wanted to take…

Anubia moaned. Why did that name sink into her mind? No, no… She had to fight back, couldn't let him take control! The sarcophagus was right there and yet she could not move a muscle, not as the ritual tangled into the fibres of her mind, jumping through synapses and infiltrating her deepest, most solitary of memories.

It felt good. It felt okay. As long as his hand was on her, rubbing the base of the back of her neck, sliding down her back and cradling her waist. He could grope her wherever she pleased, touch her wherever he wanted, even sliding his hand down between her thighs.

She was already wet down there… How could that be?

Her mind was not hers anymore. And it was going to be an awful lot easier for Anubia if she accepted the restraints placed upon her, pressing on into her new role in life.

“Behave, good girl," the man before her said in a slow, deep tone, as if he wanted to make sure that she caught every word. “Your new body is almost ready for me."

She whimpered as he groped her breasts, obediently moving to her knees, though she didn't know where the notion had come from. It wasn't right, no, none of it, though Anubia could not quite tell either just what part of it was wrong, even as he brushed her nipples and then grabbed both of her breasts all over again with both hands. His fingers dug into her flesh and she groaned appreciatively.

She wanted to rebel against it, to push back…and yet there was a big part of her that wanted to lean into it all too at the same time. Everything was strange and everything was conflicted… But Eli would fix that for her, yes.

Her gaze softened and her muzzle eased into a smile as everything became lighter. She did not realise that mind control was the last part of it, wrapping around her, making her feel that everything was good, that everything was fine. Anubia knew that she was strong, she knew that she had great power inside her – but what use was any of that power if she was not there to serve too?

“Who am I to you?" Eli asked, testing the effects of the hypnosis, though it was more of an overreaching mind control, really. “Tell me. Answer me."

He hardly gave her any time to reply as the jackal whined and tried to paw at her muzzle.

“You… You are my master."

He grinned widely.

“Oh, I'm going to have such fun with this…"

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Anubia whined, though pressed eagerly into his touch as she panted, her transformation adding a little something more to her too: a glossy spill of dark hair that tumbled from her head. It was feminine and it was light and it felt just right bouncing off her shoulders with a blunt, severe cut at the ends. It was softened by the delicate features of her face, her small, dark nose twitching inquisitively.

Eli took care of Anubia quickly, taking some bandages, which resembled what would have been used to wrap up mummies in, and binding her physically as well as mentally and, well, he supposed spiritually too. For it was the essence of Anubis that was bound, while Anubia was just a plaything that came of it, all for him.

Her arms were drawn back by the bindings, crossing them over her chest to frame her tits nicely and make a sort of harness across the upper half of her body. It was a little bit of a modified shibari bondage technique, considering the tools that he had to use, though it did him well enough to get the bandages all spanning out from a circular point above the indent of her belly button. He could grab them at any time that he wanted them, hoisting her up, tossing her about.

He left her legs free for the moment, though the bandages remained so that he could tie her down when he was ready to step up the bondage. There was a lot, after all, that he wanted to try with Anubia.

But he couldn't wait. Not as he growled and licked his lips, taking her by the bandages at the back of her body and hoisting her up, exactly as Eli had intended to use them.

“My sweet jackal…" He groaned, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding the zip down, quickly freeing his erection. “There are so many of your followers waiting for you… And I believe that every last one of them is keener than ever to see their goddess return!"

Something in the jackal twitched at that, a sense of unease. It was, however, swiftly swept away by the pressure of his cock against the bare folds of her pussy.

“Ohhhhhh, please…"

No more was Anubia begging to be released. Why had she done that in the first place? The notion of wanting to be free from Eli seemed crazy in hindsight, even though the jackal was sure, in a way, that she had wanted it for a reason. But none of that mattered, not in the slightest, not as he pressed into her, his bare cock easing into the heat of her passage.

With her torso bent over the sarcophagus and Eli kicking her legs wide, she was helpless before him. It was all that she craved, all that she needed, whining and trying to buck back against him as ecstasy swelled and revelled within him.

“Mmmm…"

He hissed over her, grasping the bandages and forcing her down even more roughly, though her soft breasts squashed down against what had imprisoned her not so long ago. Yet it was bliss to be free and it was an even greater ecstasy to have a cock inside her: a beautiful length of meat that powered into her, stroke after stroke.

“Mmmph… Yes… Mmmm!"

She groaned, tongue hanging out, needing it more, yes, so much more. All she craved was lust, passion, pleasure, his cock powering into her, taking her, claiming her. Every stroke ended in his hips bouncing off her buttocks in a slap of flesh on flesh, though Eli didn't seem at all as if he was going to slow down anytime soon.

He was having too much fun enjoying himself for that.

Eli grunted, the sound coming up thickly in the back of his throat. He leaned over her, hot and bothered under his shirt, though he didn't want to pause for even a single moment to take it off, not when he had so much more to take and do. Her buttocks were beautiful, grinding back against him with every thrust. It was ridiculous even to think that the dark, voluptuous goddess pinned down for his pleasure had been Anubis, though he thought, less than privately, that she was much better suited to being a goddess.

With a hot, plush pussy rippling around him, dragging and pulling at him, her muscles contracting sporadically, though he would have loved her to massage his cock rhythmically. That was something, however, that he could put to the tall, sexy jackal woman in training, however. Her mind control would reach deeper than merely one round, after all…

And he would enjoy it, revelling in her easy subservience, even as he deflowered her female virginity. Eli didn't know if a body could have their virginity taken twice and neither did he care, not as he grunted and slammed into her, stroke after stroke, losing himself in the motion. He gulped hard, trying to hold back, though he knew too that he could have her as many times over as he wanted without missing out on anything.

If he could delve into the scrolls more too, he could even develop her body more, with further rituals, so that she perfectly appealed to him.

But that was for later as, to his surprise, she bucked and climaxed on his cock.

“Ohhhhh-mmmmm!"

Her broken howl bounced off the walls of the tomb, echoing back at them both, yet he could not tell whether she had expected that orgasm to come or not. All he could do was ride her through it, slamming into her, wondering just how rough he could be with her, though, to be honest, exceptionally rough sex was not something that he had considered before.

It was all about pleasure for him and the wet slickness of her orgasm soaking his cock, a little even trickling out of her pussy down around his swinging balls, the jackal moaning with every thrust. He needed her and he parted his lips to take in big, heady gulps of air, though his mouth seemed a lot drier than it had been only a few moments ago. Down in the tomb, it was hard to keep track of time, even as that cord tightened more and more inside him, tempting him to greater delights.

“Mmmph… Your pussy is so…much…better…like this!"

He grunted, powering into her, barely pulling back before thrusting deep again. He was right where he needed to be and she bucked back against him with her black tail twitching up against his stomach. Anubia had it hiked even then and he laughed with relish, losing himself there. There was no reason, after all, for Eli to retain greater control over himself as he slammed in, the wetness sucking around his cock with every stroke, simply needing her, desiring her, passion curling and twisting deep in the pit of his stomach.

Some things were not to be held back and, greedily, he bellowed as he spent himself inside her. There was nothing like crossing that point of no return, tipping into ecstasy, and he puffed hotly, his cheeks filling with air.

Seed left him, spurt after spurt, but it was the pleasure rolling through him in lustful waves, even down there in the dusty, dank, old tomb, that caught him the most. It was more intoxicating than any sex that he had ever had before, grunting thickly, wanting it all. The sounds that left Eli were unlike anything that he could have, prior, ever imagined making but that was all well and good, when he was locked down in the moment, right where he belonged.

He heaved and panted, burying his cock into her snatch to the hilt. Her folds softened and bowed in slightly under the pressure of her body, though there was only so much that Anubia's physical form could give to him.

He panted heavily, letting his breath return to something akin to normal, though Anubia under him didn't seem to want him to hold back. She whined and wriggled, humping her buttocks back against him, so caught by his mind control that she didn't even know what she was doing.

He smirked, still breathless. And that was what he had wanted, wasn't it? He'd wanted…a slut. But to bring that power down into being a slut too, not just taking any slut for his own, someone that was already like that. He could only have imagined how badly things would have gone for him if he had left Anubis just the way that he was.

But that was not something that he had to worry about, not at all. Not as he pulled out of her, admiring the wet, dripping cream-pie that was left in the wake of his cock. Her folds gaped lightly around the entrance to her sex and Eli gave a soft murmur of appreciation, easily leaning into the raw sexuality of the moment.

“Such a good girl," he praised as Anubia quivered under him, letting out a soft yip. “Your pussy feels so good… But I can make you wetter than that."

“Oh, yes, please, master," she groaned, already feeling empty with the absence of his cock plugging up her tight pussy. “Please… Stuff me again!"

She didn't know what she was saying, but there was a faint sensation that those words were not ones that she would have said before. Yet what did any of that matter when everything felt as good as it did right then?

No… Nothing at all mattered, not even as her master drew her down onto her knees and offered his cock, slick and shiny with a combination of her arousal and his cum, to her muzzle.

“Clean me off, Anubia, my sweet," he crooned, eyes gleaming. “And get me nice and hard again for your cunny…"

He nodded, pleased, as she immediately slid her tongue out and rolled it around his cock, lapping up the mixture of sexual fluids and moaning at the taste. It was tart, kind of, but the thick musk of him rang through it all. Maybe that was because her nose was more sensitive than a human being's, though she inhaled happily all the same. It felt right to be down on her knees, even splaying them out a little more so that he was still afforded easy access to her pussy.

She wanted to be good for her master. And he had said too that there were more followers for her too? She panted heavily, taking his cock into her mouth, even though he was soft. Mmm! Yes, she wanted more followers, more to fuck her, more to take her. Nothing could ever have sounded better to Anubia.

She wanted to take him deep into her pussy all over again, though Anubia knew too that she had to do what her master wanted her to do too. That was why she was there, that was why she was serving him, her sweet, adoring master. He was so strong, so powerful, so dominating… It was all Anubia could do not to swoon before him.

But she could do that, all as his cock slowly hardened up again within her muzzle. She bobbed her head back and forth languidly, taking her time with him as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, teasing him and trying to find out what made him moan the loudest.

“Mmmm… Good girl…"

Her tail wagged. She was good. And she would be even better for her master!

Even though Anubia had not been explicitly ordered to do anything for her master beyond the blowjob and the cleaning of his cock, she took the initiative. Being his didn't mean that she was passive in everything, after all. She grinned and gave him a flirtatious wink, taking in the surprise crossing his face, for she already felt that she could read her master better than anyone else.

“Master deserves more…" She growled, licking her lips saucily, making sure that he saw the flick of her tongue. “Please… Take me again, master. I don't want to be without your cock!"

Eli groaned, licking his lips. The words that he wanted to spend stuck in his throat but they did not need to be sent forth when there was already an agreement between them, even if Anubia was not at all aware that she had not entered into that agreement willingly. He watched with a pleased murmur as Anubia laid herself out on the sarcophagus again, on her back that time, and spread her legs wide.

Nothing could have dragged him away from the plush folds of her pussy, the clit just barely visible where the hood had pulled back from it. In that instance, however, it was not as if Eli was honestly interested in that part of her anatomy. True, Eli could have used her orgasms to control her – but where was the need to do that? He already had the jackal within his grasp, just where he wanted her.

“So hot…"

Those were the only words that he was able to get out, barely able to believe his sheer dumb luck as he pushed into her, his cock nearly hard. He would grow fully hard inside her again as he drove deep, taking his time, thrusting with long, slow rolls of his hips.

“Mmmm…"

She howled under him, wriggling and squirming, though couldn't do much with her arms bound, though he had a much better view of her bouncing, jiggling tits as he claimed her. Every stroke of his cock sent a reverberation through her body as he humped and ground, even powering in deep and staying there, giving tiny rocks of his hips just to see how much sensation he could glean. It jostled the jackal's body in new and interesting ways as he panted, leaning over her to kiss her breasts, the soft flesh yielding to the touch of his lips.

He could have spent all day down there between her breasts. Locking his lips briefly around a nipple, he sucked it into his mouth and trailed his tongue around it. A chorus of moans greeted him and he groaned deeply, letting the soft vibrations travel into her. The effect on the jackal was electric and he broke from her wet nipple with a laugh as her tail wagged, sweeping down against his legs while Anubia's legs wrapped longingly around his waist.

Maybe he didn't have to tie her up fully…no. Not when she was as submissive as she was.

Yet he took his pleasure from her, using her body in long, easily dominating strokes of his cock. Her wet pussy clenched around him as she howled out her orgasm all over again, not even needing to rub her clit to get her there, even when it had not been in Eli's mind at all. It was still a testament to his sexual prowess, he knew, swelling with pride and half puffing his chest out, pausing only a moment to unbutton his shirt and cast it back from his torso.

His trousers remained on, though they had slid down to his knees. It further served to highlight the power differential between them, where he remained clothed in some way while Anubia was naked from head to her hind paw. Even when she had been Anubis, she had only worn a long, tastefully draping, loincloth, but it had fallen away in the transformation. To them, it had been just that insignificant.

Anubia whined and licked her lips as she took his cock, tightening the grip of her legs around him. She had had to move a little bit when he had removed his shirt but it was okay, as long as his cock was still there, still filling her so deeply.

But his strokes sped up again and her heart surged. Yes – it was coming again! His seed! Anubia moaned for it, longing for it, her heart pounding harder and faster. Yet every sensation was contained in her body as she howled for him, cum spurting into her, adding to the already slick, wet, messy cream-pie of her pussy. It drooled around the join of their bodies, practically bubbling forth where it did not feel as if there was any space left in her body to hold it.

“Mmmm… My master…"

She whined for him. But she was a good girl and she stayed still for her master, just giving him a light squeeze with her thighs. She wanted to make sure that he was happy with her, that her pussy was pleasing to him, though she would have to learn, over time and during training, just what it took to please him.

Grunting, she let him stay there, though she couldn't take him into her arms to do more for him, as much as the upper body bondage pleased her too. It felt comfortable there, as if she could relax and languish a little more, letting her tongue loll out, her tail flicking back and forth, wagging faintly. Truthfully, Anubia didn't have the energy for much more, but she would do everything and anything that her master wanted her to do until she didn't have the energy in her for even a single drop more.

Afterwards, when she was bound with her ankles hobbled and her thighs also bound together in tasteful shibari bondage, the jackal was finally ready to leave the tomb and meet her new followers. The bondage would allow her to be bent over and fucked at any time while greatly restricting her mobility, which Anubia was more than happy with. With her thighs forced to remain together, it would even make her pussy a tighter fit for any cock that crammed into her.

And that was most certainly a good thing!