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"The city is bustling as ever; it's a wonder you withhold it all inside the fortifications," he commented with a gruff and bass voice, closer to a rumbling than any articulate man.

"It's difficult, but we ensure the citizens abide by our laws. Furthermore, we would be unable to provide them Anubis' grace, especially during warring periods," answered the second, his voice clearer and light-hearted.

The two priests ascended the long road crossing through the streets, their guards surrounding them and protecting them from any foolhardy criminal. Clad in steel in the likes of the wayfarers beyond the sea, the Anubians guards stomped on the stone ground with a pace dictated by the two men in the middle.

Priests, nobles, blue-blooded individuals. Both were wearing the immaculate robes associated with priesthood as well as the golden jewelry signifying their importance. But whereas the sinewy one wore black with thin white stripes, the larger bore the pure white of a ruling Archpriest.

"Perhaps. But it doesn't deter the population up north. Did you coerce your people?" he spoke again, his yellow eyes searching for any signs of lies or shame. Sometimes, a few priests and temples eagerly abused their status to strong-arm, abuse, and exploit their herd.

He was there to uncover and remediate any issues, whether by words or strength.

"Not at all. We instated the system of a pass that must be verified whenever you enter the city through usual means. Those who used their pass too many times are either forced inside or outside," was the answer provided by the white-furred Fennec.

"What about the merchants? How do you make it so their pass isn't limited?"

If such a restriction were to occur, merchants would have to be controlled, and it would limit the exchange within the city. Nonetheless, the situation was quite the opposite as the city brimmed with riches: fruits and silk from the far-east, metal from the north, and spices from across the continent. Honestly, it didn't look like the usual cities crushed under the weight of the priesthood; it was the opposite.

"We put a levy on their exchanges but allow them free passage. All that gold is reinvested within the city as salary for the guards or new infrastructures. Much like the Aqueduct you might see if you follow the river southward," answered the Fennec. His voice was soft and suave, with a control that didn't give away any unease. The young lad might have been a Priest and leader of the House of Anubis for a few months, but he seemed to be thriving and importing many ideas from the other countries within his fiefdom. This was to be admired; He thought and pondered with a hand to his jaw.

"What about thieves and smugglers?" He continued his prodding, their steps leading upward as the streets turned into stairs and the market into rich statues and stratified gardens.

"Thieves and smugglers? They will always exist; the best we can do is to reduce their influence and ensure the wellbeing of our citizens," noted the Fennec, his green eyes glancing back at His, golden.

"Of course. But I must assume stealing or faking a pass isn't impossible. What contingency have you prepared to ensure the rightful citizens have access to their rights?"

"Are you here to verify I'm fulfilling my tasks towards the Kingdom, or are you questioning each of my actions, Kiart?"

The Fennec had a point, and the green and cream-scaled Crocodile scoffed back at the pique. Truthfully, he was also interested in the law enforced within that fiefdom and might import a few back. But he scowled, then waved his hands with a refuting tone.

"I am here to watch over you and ensure you are adjusting well to your role as an Archpriest. You are amongst the youngest who has been bestowed the honor to fulfill that task."

"And? You have been criticizing my decisions ever since you landed."

"And so, I must give pointers on the faults and shortcomings you might do," answered Kiart, his golden Nemes hitting his shoulders as he turned to avoid the green gaze.

This seemed to close the conversation as the Fennec didn't pick at it or offer further words, leaving the two Priests to walk and ascend the long flight of stairs up to the Temple of Anubis. Much like the gardens leading up to it, the Temple was set on different levels, the highest tier also the oldest.

Over the years, the structure had grown to accommodate the nascent Priesthood, and now the set of palaces could be compared to a city within a city or a citadel protected by its elevation.

Elevation that made the giant and paunchy Crocodile huff and puff. His body, powerful and muscular as it was, bore the weight of fat and the years. His knees were slightly hurting while his heart had the cadence of a drugged-up slave sent to carry a missive.

It hammered within his chest, and the palpitation tugged his focus away from the steps.

"You could have taken a litter. Many visitors of our ranks prefer it so," chimed in the Fennec, his hands joined in the back while waiting for the Crocodile to catch his breath. He and the guards.

"Nonsense!" shouted the Crocodile, straightening his back and taking a long breath, then a step. "I am not to be pampered like those weaklings who let their houses fall and their status go to their heads!"

Valiantly as he could, he clenched his fists and ascended the stairs. One by one, he forced himself and his pace to the point of almost hyperventilating when he finally arrived at the first landing, a presentable dais with a cohort of servants bearing water, fruits, and towels to welcome them.

Only a second later, the Fennec arrived behind Kiart, not as exhausted.

"See, Kaelyn! I am not that old and frail. It's not a few steps that will vanquish me and-"

---

When he reopened his golden eyes, Kiart had been reclined on a chair. His body was lying with the arms outstretched while a set of collared servants were ventilating him with large feathered fans. A pawed hand even offered a bronze glass filled with fresh water.

"I admit, you only fainted after ascending them. You exceeded my expectations."

Kaelyn's voice came as mirthful, the Fennec poised before the Crocodile's seat without his flanking guards. Most of the slave cohort had disappeared, too. Hence, there were only a handful of servants, most crowding Him and trying to cater to his needs.

He huffed at this remark, snatched the glass, and drank up the liquid before barking at the servant: "Another!"

An order followed by a nod from Kaelyn, his expression souring. Not that Kiart cared, as he turned to the young priest and extended an index while taking his second sip.

"Do not think you could use this against me in any ploy," he warned, scornful and scowling.

"I never thought about that. Now that you have recovered, quite swiftly, may we continue?"

"Fine," grumbled the Crocodile, fighting against his weight and gravity while passing a hand over his face. His Nemes was still there, but he had to adjust it to ensure nobody would think of him as less... He wasn't a deacon or a mere newly-appointed priest of Sobek.

"I'll let you guide me and tell me what has changed since my last visit," grumbled the Crocodile, recovering his balance and back on his feet. He still had to adjust his Nemes, and... Done.

"Well, what about eating and discussing it together? We might share the same ranks, but we never exchanged unless it involved our councils or us advising our divine protectors."

Kiart listened, scowled...

"Yes. You are right," he admitted through his teeth.

Contrary to the other Archpriests, the Fennec remained a secretive individual. After all, the house of Anubis wasn't as prominent as Sobek's or Ra's. But it held its importance, and the reticent attitude of the former priests shouldn't spill over to the freshly appointed.

"Well. First, what is your favorite meal? I sent my cooks to fetch the finest meats within the countryside to satisfy your appetite," said Kaelyn.

"Contrary to most of my kind, I have a propensity for sweets, but I rarely allow myself to indulge in them. It's a sign of weakness."

"Yes, you don't want people to exploit that," commented the Fennec, dead-pan.

"You might doubt it, but our position stirs as much power as envy from the people and the nobles. Secrecy is of importance," answered Kiart, his tone sour.

"I don't doubt the veracity of your reasoning. Rather, you have been on the defensive with me as if you have proof I am aiming at your status."

Again, the Fennec made sense, but the old Crocodile wasn't tempted to consent to this freely. So he scowled at the Anubian guards, holding their spears at the entrance of the nearest Palace while guided by his springy host within the halls.

"Let's make a pact, shall we? On our Divines," suddenly offered the Fennec.

It was only after many scoffs, huffs, another faint, and weak legs that the Crocodile returned to his feet and found his wits simultaneously.

"A divine pact? You know the consequences are dire. The utmost danger! Such a pact shouldn't be offered so freely!"

"Nonetheless. I, Kaelyn, the Archpriest of Anubis, proclaim on my Lord's glory that I will nev-HRMPH!"

The words were stopped as He jumped forward, grasping the muzzle to keep it shut.

"You fool! Don't do that!" he shouted, his voice quivering.

Yet, the Fennec's hand managed to pry that hard grip and to leave the mouth exposed to resume the vow: "I will never use Kiart's words this day against him!"

The words were uttered, and the green eyes glowed as to signify the admission of the vow... Such a divine pact, they were... Dire in consequence if someone broke it.

Kiart knew it all too well, for many priests lost themselves to the madness or died the second they failed it... And that fool proclaimed one. One that was so...

"You are crazy," mumbled the Crocodile, shaking his head.

"I must prove you my good faith; this is the most expedient way. Now, we can discuss during our meal without fearing any recrimination."

"Not yet," grumbled the Crocodile, raising his hand. "I, Kiart, the Archpriest of Sobek, proclaim on my Lord's fairness that I will never use Kaelyn's words this day against him!"

It wounded his ego to utter such words, but it was fair. It was only fair to bind himself in the equal importance, although he felt the searing warmth etch upon his soul the condition of this contract.

"You didn't have to do it, too. Or to such an extent."

"Neither do you, yet you forced my hand," he retorted with a scowl. "It won't be known I took advantage of our situation."

"I wouldn't dare to think so," mused the Fennec, his voice suave once more.

"Perhaps. But anyone who knows about a binding vow can put two and two together or make assumptions," said the Crocodile, as if to chastise the zealous Priest while they entered the room dedicated to their feast.

A feast, that was the sole way to describe that ludicrous display of food on the large table. No one else would attend their meal, yet the number of preparations could nourish many a family. Such... Abuse.

"Since we can be honest to one another, I despise signs of extravagance," said Kiart, scowling as he watched the meat cooked in salt, the tarts of different fruits, and the soups brimming with rich flavors and spices.

"I know. But some servants within the house of Anubis aren't loyal to the Lord. I must maintain the posturing all day, like you said, Kiart."

"Then, why?"

"Why the vow? Why breaking said posturing for me?" continued the Crocodile, guided by his host to a cushioned seat adapted to the reptile's size.

"I know you're a man of taste, passion, and honor. But mostly, I want you to be comfortable before I proffer you something you might never accept," said Kaelyn as he sat in his chair, facing the crocodile and extending a hand towards a chalice filled with wine.

"Drink, eat, satisfy the appetite you, Sobek's priests, have. What will remain will be gifted to the downtrodden."

"Then... I will try to eat what's necessary."

---

Necessary... Well, it was an empty vow when offered such grand and decadent meals, whose tastes and perfumes tantalized the Crocodile. He ate his fill and more, he savored the finest wines and spirits, he... Also regretted what followed.

"I don't know how I accepted this," he growled.

"You refused before your third glass of wine. But you were eager to try what I have been recounting after the eighth," commented Kaelyn as he tugged on the bands he held.

"I shouldn't have indulged in the wine," said Kiart, tugging on the same bands keeping his arms and legs lifted.

"We are in my private quarters, far from prying eyes. Any posturing is unnecessary."

That... Was true.

Posturing, feigning, faking, all were left behind closed doors. As well as robes, clothes, textiles, and Nemes within closed armoires.

Through a stupid acceptance and indulgence, the burly crocodile had been forced to strip and expose that plump gut, the generous hips, the wide arms and legs. His body, bare of any coverage, had been kept under the scrutiny of the Fennec, admired, stroked, and caressed until even the Reptile's manhood had peeked from his sheath in a pure display of masculinity.

However, this hadn't been the focus of the Fennec's attention.

Bands and strips had been wrapped around the Crocodile's thighs and arms, almost like religious embalming in the delicate touch... A solicitude not lost on the Reptile, even though he had been laid bare on Anubis' altar within the Archpriest's quarters.

Why had Kaelyn commissioned an altar of such quality in his private chambers? Was it the first time he did this? When and how did the Fennec develop those tastes?

Kiart's sobering mind concluded it wouldn't do any good as he felt the stone in his back while the Fennec kept tugging at the band... Which in return lifted the Crocodile's legs further and apart. Further... Apart. Until those ankles pointed in opposite directions, and the poor Crocodile had nothing to cover his plump and pinkish orifice in the guise of an anus.

"Will you keep growling? This is a massage, Archpriest," chastised Kaelyn as the Crocodile was about to utter another complaint, cutting it off before the first vowels.

"I am not."

But yes, He had been about to do so. Kiart would have growled as the Fennec's enchanted bands forced his arms against the Altar, removing any freedom of movement from the elderly priest. All the while, the youngest's hand was on that green-scaled ass.

"Do not fret; you will enjoy this as much as I do," grinned Kaelyn, licking his lips as he pushed the Reptile's round asscheeks apart.

In between, the swampy crevice revealed the sweat-caked scales, the musky and spicy aroma sticking to the space beneath the tail. And that hole, as swollen and glistening as a honeyed cake due to the dripping droplets accumulated from walking under the sun.

Its scent was particularly strong, head-numbing... But it only managed to arouse the Fennec's desire as his digits inched closer and... Yes, a thumb was pressed against the orifice. With a mere pressure, the swollen flesh gave away and folded... No, was squeezed without any resistance.

With another push, the swollen rim flattened... Then, it was hooked by the boisterous thumb, tugged into one direction, next another despite the huffs from its owner.

"Careful... I am-" mumbled Kiart, his tone higher and more plaintive than before.

"Sensitive? I know. I am well aware of that. We should have met way before, Kiart," chuckled the Fennec as he leaned and gave the wrinkled hole a long and thorough lick.

One that went and followed the curves from the passageway, glazing what had already been glazed by sweat and natural lubricant.

The savor that followed and tickled the Anubian Priest's tongue made his eyes gleam with a newfound appreciation. Such hole was the true feast of this evening, a meal that wasn't to be found on every plate. And it was for Kaelyn and Kaelyn only.

"I know you have taken many males in your lifetime; I won't judge. But now, your hole is ripe for me. You are a delicacy."

"Am I?" asked Kiart, his voice quivering as his sensitive orifice was under assault.

"Oh yes, you are," answered Kaelyn, stroking the outer edge of the orifice with his other fingers. Even there, a mere touch sent quivers and shivers through that poor Reptile's body.

"You are something I yearn to own and breed. I knew you were hiding something beneath your robes... But this. This is an outrage; you are keeping it away from our people."

"Silence!" cried Kiart. But his tremulous voice and higher note weren't as threatening anymore.

"Are you ashamed? Don't be," continued the lustful Priest, the tongue giving another pass before it was the lips that locked on the needy orifice. "You will be mine all night and the day after. I will worship your asshole as if it was Sobek himself."

"Preposterous!" cried Kiart again, this time slurring from the assault.

"Let me show you what's preposterous."

With that sentence, the Fennec moved. He released the bands, although they kept their position, allowing him to use both hands against the Crocodile's ass.

Each palm was hard-pressed on the scales, the digits gripping and digging within the right amount of muscles and fat. Kaelyn kneaded it like dough, forcing his fingers onward until the fat and skin resisted, then released the pressure while clutching the meat he held onto.

A kneading, a caress, a pleasing display of affection that was only a footnote.

As between those held cheeks remained that hole, one the Fennec had liked clean until the bare scales and flesh glimmered by the oil lamps. There was nothing else that could resist the presence of the pursed lips as they pressed on... And... A tongue slipped between them to press against the naturally agape hole.

He evidently gasped, surprised by the foreign sensation. Kiart might have been a man of pleasure, devious and perverted, but for someone to kiss and eat his ass? Unexpected.

Yet appreciated.

"Sobek!" he cried, his voice quivering from the surprise.

"Don't call him here; he might be surprised what his servants do when he's not looking," chastised the Fennec, peeling off a mere second before his muzzle delved back inside the orifice. The tongue returned to digging its way in the orifice, scouring and pushing against the manifolds formed by the swampy and moist tunnel. The pungent aroma, for sure, was nonetheless a source of appreciation for Anubis' priest as his face seemed to relax and appeased despite the unleashed worship within the Crocodile's hole.

"Hhh- Slo- Slow down, Kaelyn!" mumbled Kiart as he reached for the bands holding his arms. There, he clutched and held onto them as dearly as if he could fall if he released his grip for a second.

But he wouldn't fall. Nor would Kaelyn slow down. Quite the opposite, in fact. On one hand, the burly crocodile had the might and frame to oppose the younger Priest. On the other, he had been thoroughly bound, making him powerless as the worming appendage forced and went on.

An exercise of worship that, in return, elicited a simple but perverse reaction from the Crocodile's body: his malehood, pinkish and delicate, stood erect and glistening the lamplights. It dripped and produced a stream of tacky precum on that round belly.

"Ahhh... I am... About to," mouthed the crocodile out loud, feeling his churning pleasure about to reach its limit. But a wicked grin and a whipped tongue refuted his affirmation, leaving him hanging at the edge before he fell back... he heaved.

His dick was rock hard, and some white precum dripped from it. But he hadn't ejaculated. His clean but gaping ass clenched against the room's temperate air. And the Fennec's breath, afar.

"Let's not haste ourselves, Kiart. We have many hours left to know each other," chuckled Anubis' priest, his green eyes glimmering with that same malice.

"Uh," mouthed the Crocodile in return, swallowing his saliva. "What... Do... You mean?"

His wits running out, his golden eyes barely caught sight the Fennec's erect malehood too. White furred testicles, a tuft above the shaft... And a long, elongated dick, ending with a bulbous and darker tip... Almost as black as charcoal. One pointing at Kiart's entrance.

The very same, impotent yet important Reptile.

"You know full well what I mean, dear Archpriest. You are for a few days. Perhaps we could spend them here... Or somewhere else, getting acquainted... You. Me. Your hole. My cock?"

Words couldn't have been more honeyed when the Fennec spoke and nudged the Crocodile's dripping and clenching hole.

They were soft, spoken with truth... And suffused with a rogue perversion that led the Crocodile to exhale and gargle.

"Will I walk out alive?" he asked, letting out a nervous laugh.

"You will. Do not fret; Anubis's gaze isn't upon you. But mine? Oh, I have something to behold."

"You- tease," mumbled Kiart, feeling another nudge and... yet, almost a beginning, an ounce, a soupçon of a penetration.

"Yes. However, your opinion of me might change when we're done. And the relationships between Sobek's temple and Anubis' worship could be consolidated afterward."

Again, Kiart gulped. However, this came from the thrust his hole endured. A single thrust, one short hip movement. A mere push and the Fennec's malehood had entirely slipped within Kiart, filling and stuffing his ass. The reptile cried, and his tail swept the air, threatening anything on its way as his body writhed from the sensation. Sensations, as multiples, were intensified, more tantalizing than any of his outings with other priests.

That young Priest knew how to handle other men, how to please and take them. Wasn't it surprising he used that knowledge against Kiart?

Not at all, when the bands reappeared in his hands, and he used them to tug at the Reptile's legs, forcing them to lower but spread wider while he rummaged Sobek's priest ass.

"Hhh! Slower! You- Are too fast!" He cried, his mouth watering, and so were his eyes. His prostate was being beaten raw by the young Archpriest. More, and he would feel that mind-wracking orgasm over him!

"But I'm not at my fastest. I tell you, Kiart. We will know each other... Well!"

To complete his sentence, the Fennec's hips hit the Crocodile's ass and busted his peace of mind, his wits, his thoughts, his eloquence. Like a battering ram, the Fennec pushed within Kiart's depths.... Even as that orgasm washed over the crocodile, forcing his dick to spew many trails of cum all on that cream-scaled belly, the young one didn't stop his rutting.

Begging, crying, moaning... It wouldn't do any good.

"Now... Shall we discuss... The terms of our rapprochements?" commented the Fennec, grinning ear to ear.

---

The Crocodile blinked as he saw the sunlight grace the city below and his eyes as well. It was the last day he could remain in the town, forcing him to return lest his temple and the entire coalition would be wondering about what happened to him.

Thus, it was the day he was released from that hellish Fennec whose stamina could have challenged the Gods themselves.

Even now, his ass quivered and was in pain... Or perhaps was it from the younger Priest's fingers lazily playing within as they stood on the balcony, watching the view and taking a breather from their "breedings".

"Beautiful, isn't it?" asked Kaelyn, his voice soft and almost whistling.

"It is... A pleasing place," answered Kiart, grimacing at the squelching noise his asshole made. Cum and lubricant poured from his orifice in an unequal amount in favor of cum. That Fennec might have had normal genitals, entirely within the norms, but those testicles were a ceaseless font of virility. Begging for grace had been a constant reminder as the Crocodile's belly wasn't an endless well. "Could you... Take them out?"

"And ruin the mat you're on? Please, Kiart. We struck up a deal only two days ago. Let's not ruin all our diplomatic efforts."

The Reptile groaned in frustration, his brows lowering. He had been stripped of his clothes and Nemes, exposed to the most perversion... But this modicum of a justification was enough for him to stay impaled on the Fennec's fingers and to let the constant back and forth continue.

"Fine... ... Did you provide me a litter to my ship in the port?"

"I remember an Archpriest of Sobek who didn't like to be pampered. Where did he-"

"Please," mumbled Kiart back, his legs still shaky when he lifted a foot. As if ordered, Kaelyn followed him to the couch they had been sharing for the night. It stank of sex and sweat, but it was better than to stay on wobbly legs.

And he lay there, almost jumping so he could get his legs some rest... Except for... Well, that priest that was once more on his ass, eager to have a meal.

"But it will take a few hours to prepare everything for your departure. All your used clothes must be washed."

"But I didn't us-"

"Plus, an Archpriest cannot leave without an escort of guards, but most of my servants are gone... See, it's a holiday here."

"Wh-"

"And I'm sure our fellow priests wouldn't be hurt if you're late just for a few more hours."

Coy, the Crocodile watched the ceiling as he sensed the Fennec's warm breath back on his butthole, only a lick away from eating his ass out like before.

"But I could hasten everything..."

"I-... fine. I- I yield," groaned Kiart, passing a hand over his tired face. His testicles were dried, his dick begging for mercy... But he couldn't pass up that tongue.

"Good choice. Now... Tell me everything you know about the temple of Seth and his archpriest. I am so eager to meet him, too."