Lusts of the Gods
It was ancient Egypt, about 1570 b.c. Deep in the heart of a temple, a scene unfolded......
The jackal strode down the long columned halls, a determined gleam in her eye. Throwing wide the doors, the jackal stepped into a scene of savage wordlessness. Long, flickering shadows danced about the walls, tinging everything in an eerie orange, red, and yellow glow. Jackal-headed priests scurried around, making way for the female jackal that strode through their midst, their chants melting into the background. The cold floortiles glowed blue as she walked over them. Suspended high over a stone altar, the figure of a cat waited. A certain air of dominacy shone from the creature's eyes, for surely, this was Bastet, cat goddess of childbirth and women. Her amber eyes burned hatred at the lone form of the black jackal that approached her.
The jackal stopped, smiling cruely at the bound goddess. "Have the days and nights of endless torture changed your mind, Bast? Will you hear me now?" The cat goddess lifted her head defiantly. "Never! Sekhemet may have abandoned me, but I will never bow you you, daugher of Anubis!" The jackal mounted the long broad stone stairs to stand in front of the altar. "You speak rightly, cat, for I am Isaru, daughter of Anubis, God of the Underworld and Weigher of the Scales!" Bastet bared her teeth from where she was bound by the thin, unbreakable threads of life. "Horus and Seth have more to do with the Underworld than Anubis, Isaru! You do not know of what you speak!"
Isaru let the smile fade. "And you know not to whom you stand before, Bast! I have destroyed Bubastis and your followers! I have raised Isis to your position! I am Isaru!" Howling with mad power, Isaru lifted her hand. "Khebit-Naka!" A bolt of red light burst from her palm, illuminating the temple. Bastet yowled in rage as it struck her, shattering her spirit-shield. The jackal smiled. "Still, you refuse to bow to me, Bast?" She motioned to two sacred white pharaoh hounds. "Bring forth the instrument of punisment!" The dogs crept forward, bearing between them on a red velvet pillow a long silver rod with a ball of solid gold on one end.
Picking up the rod, Isaru dismissed the two hounds with a wave of her hand, and advanced upon Bastet. "Cut her bonds and bring her to the altar." Four jackal-headed priests jumped forward. Using barely visible knives, they cut the cat godess's bonds and hauled her onto the altar. Not being able to use her powers, Bastet scratched and bit at their faces, but they were unaffected by her feline anger. They hurled her onto the altar, flipped her onto her back, and bound her with Eternal Chains to the stone plinth.
Isaru stood over Bastet, showing her gleaming white teeth in a smile. "You should have bowed to me when you had the chance, cat. Now I will make your suffering long and painful." The jackal placed the golden end of the silver rod at Bast's jeweled opening, then thrust it inside. The cat goddess gritted her teeth, clenching her hands on either side of the altar, cursing the name of Anubis. Isaru rolled the cold ball of gold along the inside of Bast's loins, murmuring. "I can feel you beginning to bow to my will. Go on, Bast. Let me show you my mercy. Let your heart and mind bend to my will."
The cat moaned in agonized pleasure as Isaru continued to torture her mind and body. "Bast, Bast, bend to me. Bow to me. I alone will rule you." Bastet closed her eyes. She was beginning to drift away on a cloud of senseless pleasure as waves of heat swept through her body. Isaru pushed the golden sphere in deeper and was rewarded by a wail of torment. The jackal was amazed at Bastet's stubborness, though, but, sooner or later, the goddess would bow to her. Pulling the golden ball from Bastet's moistness, Isaru slipped two of her long claws inside, rolling them around the cat's loins. "Bow to me, Bast. See how you are pleasured by me. Bend your mind to my will." Bastet panted, moaning. Isaru smiled. The cat would not resist her for long. She would make sure of that. Pulling her fingers from inside the cat-goddess, the young jackal reversed the silver rod quietly. Isaru grinned, and lunged inward with the sharp point.
All of Isaru's priests stopped as Bastet's screams of pain rent the air. Isaru pulled the dripping rod from the cat's bloody opening. "Take her away! She has refused to bow to me! Chain her in the Underworld for Anubis to deal with!" The jackals leapt forward to do as their goddess commanded, dragging Bast off the altar and shoving her before them as they yanked her toward the entrance to Anubis's fiery kingdom. Isaru watched them go. Now, all of Egypt would know of her greatness. She had defeated Bastet. She was Anubis's daughter.
Anubis watched in suprise as Bastet was borne downwards into his kingdom by two jackal-headed priests. He caught a glimpse of her face before she was yanked down into the fire-prison; tearstained and heartbroken. The large black jackal stroked his chin. "Hmmmm." After the priests had scurried off, Anubis trotted down to the cells. Bastet lay in one of them, clutching a bloody cloth between her thighs. "Your daughter did this to me, Anubis," she rasped. "With her own pointed claws she did. I have no wish for your mercy, O scale-weigher! Kill me now!"
Anubis unlocked the cell and grabbed her. "I will, cat! Your claws have been nothing but a thorn in my side since....forever!" He scanned her curvy form. "But first, I will take you for myself. That's about all you are worth for now!"
Again, the temple was ripped apart with cries as Anubis vented his huge canine lust. Bast yowled in agony as the priests tossed her into the fires of the Underworld. Anubis sprawled out across his cushions. Soon, if he wished, an infinite line of beautiful semi-goddesses would be paraded in front of him, ready to serve his pleasure. Anubis groaned, throwing a hand across his eyes. The life of a god may be one of everything of pleasure, but it was also an endless routine of ruling and dominancy. The large black jackal lifted himself from the comfort of his couch as a priest chanted a few lines in Egyptian. Anubis rose to his feet as Isaru walked in and bowed. "Do the days of ruling in the Underworld go well with you, my father?" Anubis nodded. "By the crust between Seth's toes, you've grown! I haven't seen you since Isis, your mother, came to me, in jackal form, of course."
Anubis's eyes traveled down the front of the young goddess's voluptous form, then his eyes met hers. "Isis as a jackal has surely held forth a hand in your making, Isaru! Your body reminds me of her when she came to me fourteen thousand years ago." Anubis touched his daughter's hand. "I grow lonely......down here in the Underworld, with no heavenly goddess at my side." Isaru's cruel, slitted yellow eyes widened in shock as her father voiced the rest of his proposal. "Be my consort, my lovely Isaru."
The female jackal backed away. "Father........I.......Anubis......." The large jackal god came toward her. "Isis shines from your eyes, daughter. She is in your body, in your mind, in your movements." Isaru backed away until she leaned against the cold stone walls. "Father, please." Suddenly, a violent spasm of shaking made the young jackal goddess writhe and cry out. "Aaaaaaghhh!" Isaru fell to the floor, twisting and convulsing wildly as her hands grasped her neck. Anubis stared down at his stricken daughter, then a look of knowing beamed out upon his features. "Isis, is....is that you?"
A voice sounded from Isaru's throat, not unlike that of the young jackal's herself. "Yes, Anubis, my divine consort. Help me to rise, my love." Isaru lay still now, her mouth moving as her mother-goddess spoke through her. Anubis bent to take the outstretched hand that was lifted to him. Through her stunned daughter, Isis caressed the handsome jackal-god's face. "Ahhhhh, Anubis. How long it has been since we last shared the exquiste pleasure known only to the gods." Anubis held the soft fingers to his cheek. "Isis, my love, I have longed for you, for your soft warm flesh, every day, every hour of the long fourteen thousand years it has been since you left my couch that morning, already with the child of our union forming within your womb."
Gently pulling Isis's spirit form out of Isaru, Anubis embraced the light blue specter, feeling the goddess's lips next to his ear. "Ah, but where is our daughter?" The large black jackal turned his lover until she gazed down upon Isaru's limp form. Isis paused for a moment, then spoke. "She looks not unlike me, do you not think, my love?" Anubis nuzzled the goddess's neck, murmuring huskily. "Yes. She has your beauty, Isis.But, let not your heart be troubled with her for now. Come to my couch, please, my goddess." Isis drifted over to Anubis's couch without touching the floor in her spirit form. The blue wraith draped herself across the many pillows, drawing the jackal down beside her. Isis moaned as Anubis blew breath along the tops of her bare breasts.
Her beautiful eyes gazed up at him. "I have missed you, Anubis." The large jackal stroked her transparent side, then embraced her. Isis moaned, the pillows and cushions she lay across clearly visible through her spirit body. "Anubis, Anubis." The jackal-god ran his hands lightly over her body, knowing every curve and valley as he had so long ago. The goddess ran her hands along the top of his sharp pointed ears, through the tight black fur of his cheeks, down the flat, perfect planes of muscle on his smooth chest. Anubis ran his tongue gently down the clear stomach of his lover, placing his hands on her shapely thighs as he moved lower. Isis cried out, the sound like crystal fragments striking a bell, as Anubis penetrated her moistness with his tongue. The jackal-god closed his eyes, tasting her sweet salt, running his long tongue along Isis's hot inside. The goddess moaned softly, arching her hips toward Anubis's loving mouth.
Down, deep down in the fires of the Underworld, Bastet sobbed aloud, kneeling on the hot stones of the pit as she cried out to Sekhemet, the lion-headed goddess who had been her companion. "Sekhemet! Goddess! Hear me, please! I have taken care of your followers! I have paid tribute to you! Hear me! Sekhemet!" Bastet heard a voice behind her, and whirled, her amber eyes widening as she realized who it was. "Hathor." The beautiful horned goddess of beauty and wisdom stepped out of the shadows. Kneeling, she stroked Bastet's head gently. "Do not weep, chosen one. For are not you the protector of women, the very soul of Bubastis? Fear not, for I, Hathor, have brought you a gift." Bastet wiped away her tears as a flash of orange light illuminated the fiery hell-pit. Hathor smiled as she deposited a yowling kitten into the cat-goddess's arms. Bast tickled its nose with a finger. "It is......it is...." Hathor nodded, and rose. "It is one of your nine kas. Raise it well, and it will become your revenge against Anubis and Isaru." Bastet rose to her feet as well, her chains clinking against one another.
"Hathor, why does Sekhemet not hear me? I have done nothing against her." The horned goddess frowned. "Sekhemet hears you, Bast, but she does not help you because she knows that you are capable of breaking from the Underworld yourself." Hathor smiled, fading back into the shadows. "She is always with you, Bastet, as am I." After the goddess had gone, Bastet lifted her ka into the air. The kitten mewed plaintively, then purred as its goddess embraced it again. "You will be my ka of revenge. I shall train you now."
Isis shrieked with pleasure as she came, arching her back and rolling her transparent hips wildly against Anubis's mouth. The jackal groaned quietly, pulling his mouth from his lover's wet opening and kneeling in front of her. Isis gasped in amazement as Anubis dropped his short kilt, revealing his long, massive black erection. Her clear, light-blue fingers reached out to touch it gently. "Anubis, fill me. Fill me with your love." The jackal lay atop her, nuzzling and kissing her face and neck, as his hard organ found its way inside Isis. The goddess moaned. "Anubis.....ahhhhh.....Anubis, Anubis." The jackal-god thrust gently, calling all of his kas to help him as he took Isis.
The temple of the Underworld became a blur as Anubis and Isis, in their spirit forms, drifted high above Egypt, reveling in the pleasures known only to the gods.
Bast chanted to her kitten-ka softly, using the dark sacred words from memory. The ka listened intently, cocking its ears toward her voice. Hate burned between them in a blood red shaft as Bastet communicated what she wanted her ka to do to Anubis, locking her eyes with its own. The kitten yowled in rage as the goddess mentioned the name of Isaru. Long claws sprang from its paws and it slashed at the air wildly as Bastet transmitted an image of Anubis to it. Although her words were in the very first and most ancient language of Egypt, black specters began to appear around the kitten-ka, eyes glowing red. Bastet thrust her hands into the air, baring her fangs as a black spiral of evil began to take form above the ka. It was Set, the most evil god to ever be born of Ra's spirit. From the slitted yellow eyes, to the pointed wolf-muzzle, down the long, firm, muscled body of the god, to his feet, Set was pure evil. "I have ripped out the eye of Horus," came his voice in Bastet's mind. "I have waged war against Anubis and his daughter Isaru."
The cat-goddess lifted her head. "Where is Anubis, O Set?" The wicked god chuckled. 'He lies with Isis above Egypt in nebulous form. Isaru lies senseless in Anubis's temple. Isis came to the scale-weigher through Isaru." The kitten-ka roared, writhing and twisting as huge muscles grew through its black fur. A cloud of black rose from the stones to encircle it. When the mists had gone, the ka was large, sleek, and powerful. Its eyes glowed blue with pure hate, and the tips of two red fangs showed over its black chin. Set stroked its back fondly. "This is your ka of evil, Bastet?" The goddess nodded. "One of my nine kas, Set." The evil god rose, striding over to where Bast stood. He ran a soft finger down her shoulder. "My injuries prevent me from taking pleasure, but not from lusting after the goddesses." Bast smiled grimly. "Perhaps Sekhemet will have a potion for you, Set, but I do not." The god smirked. "Sekhemet lies with Ra behind the moon, Bastet."
Hathor's voice sounded in Bastet's mind. "Do not listen to him, Bast! He is the spawn of evil creatures, and will lead you astray!" Bast blocked her mind from Hathor's pleas with thoughts of revenge against Anubis and Isaru. "Take my ka, Set, and release it upon Anubis's mind, and that of Isaru. Do not fail me, and I will reward you. Fail me, and I shall make your injuries known from the cataracts to the sea. Go now." Set bowed. "As you wish, Bast." Turning, he vanished into the fires with Bastet's raging ka behind him. The goddess prostrated herself on the stones and began to call upon every ka she possessed to help the one she had sent to drive Anubis to drown crossing the River of Death.
Isis came with her lover, almost senseless with the pure bliss. Anubis held her throat in his mouth as he gripped her spirit form and thrusted, feeling his clear seed spill and flow into Isis. They lay there a moment, high above Egypt, between space and Middle Earth, then they plummeted down to the temple, Isis's transparent form disippating to nothing in Anubis's arms. The jackal howled in agony as he realized that Isis, his lovely goddess, was gone and would not be back in his embrace for another fourteen thousand years. The merciful darkness of the spirit world enfolded him, and Anubis slept.
Set was hard-pressed to hold back Bastet's slavering ka as it snarled and slashed at the strange images that lined the walls of Anubis's temple, depicting the jackal-god in battle, slaying his enemies, and.......Set growled angily. The figure of himself was unmistakable, writhing in agony as Horus gripped his member and long sac, raising a huge curved sword. The caption said only, "Horus Takes the Member of Set as Tribute." Pointing at the picture, Set allowed the vengeful ka to rip the paint off of the wall, huge chunks of stone falling to the floor as Bastet's ka slashed and tore at the pictures of Anubis.
Anubis awoke, gazing into the eyes of his daughter. "Isaru!" The young jackal giggled, massaging her father's chest. "I have decided to be your consort, Divine Anubis." Anubis shoved Isaru from him and rose. "I have changed my mind. Find a god who will suit you, Isaru, and fulfill your lusts, but I will not lie with you." Isaru rose, fuming. "Very well, father, but do not criticize my choice!" Tears stinging her eyes, the young black jackal hurried from the room. Anubis leaned on the windowsill, gazing out over the tormented semi-gods and goddesses that were tortured without rest in the fires. Then, the god remembered Bastet, locked deep in the lower pits of the Underworld. True, she was not more than a cat-human, but she was a much better choice than lying with Isaru. Anubis trotted out of his temple onto the hot stones. After all, Bastet was an eternal goddess.
Set led the cat-goddess's ka down the long, dusky hallways, cursing Anubis's name at very turn as he saw pictures of himself, in some, being thrown out of the earth by Ra, in others, being stabbed, maimed, castrated, or taken to Horus' bed as punishment for his wicked deeds. Set snarled in rage as he saw himself, with the figure of a woman, lying on his back with Horus or Seth between his thighs, inserting their shafts into him. Releasing the ka, he watched in grim satisfaction as the demonized creature smashed statues and rent the stone walls with its bare claws, roaring and howling in blind anger.
Anubis halted as the grim face of a god faced him. The jackal's eyes widened, and he backed away. "Set." The wicked wolf-god grinned, displaying his fangs, then Anubis gasped as a huge cat-ka lunged for him. The jackal-god fell over backwards, scrabbling wildly with the soul-seeking creature. Anubis howled in pain as the ka plunged its paw into his chest, ripping seven claws through his soul. He stared into the glowing blue eyes of the creature, seeing nothing but pure hate and the lust to kill him in them. The jackal-god writhed in mental agony as words pounded in his head, screaming as the claws tore at his soul again and again, seeking his lifecord.
Isaru writhed and panted among sweaty sheets with one of the sacred white pharaoh hounds. The dog thrust wildly into her, howling ecstatically. Isaru stopped her moaning for a moment when she felt a strange knot at the entrance to her wetness. The hound groaned, and thrust the huge thing inside. Isaru screamed, shoving the canine from her, but the dog only grinned stupidly as she tried to free herself of his thick knot. The young jackal-goddess wriggled backward across the pillows, dragging the white dog with her as she tried to pull his shaft out of her with her hands. "Ye can't do it, Majesty," the pharaoh hound slurred, his voice thick with the honey wine that Isaru had given him before seducing the dog to her bed. "Me knot won' come out fer 'bout a half hour." Isaru slapped him soundly. "I shall have you beaten, castrated and taken in front of Egypt by three stallions when I am free of your lustful knot!"
Anubis stood in the doorway, chuckling. "My daughter, does not the shaft of the dog please you?" Isaru lay on her back, the white dog slobbering over her thighs as he licked himself for pleasure. "No, Divine Anubis. His knot does not suit me." Suddenly, the huge knob at the base of the canine's member shrank and the dog pulled himself out of Isaru, spraying seed over her breasts as he came, howling. Anubis strode forward, grabbed the dog's red, dripping member, and, producing a thin blade, slashed the hound's knot off, sprinkling blood over Isaru's couch. "Go now, you cur." Anubis motioned for two priests to come forward. "Sluice this......thing well in hot saltwater after you have flogged him fifty times, then, tear his member from him and have three stallions aroused and strapped to him. If he survives, throw him in the hellpit. If he doesn't, cast his carcass from the earth into the mouth of Sebek, the river-god."
The two priest nodded, looped chains around the unfortunate dog's neck, and dragged him from the temple. Isaru rose, trying to wipe the hound's sticky seed from her breasts with the edge of her sheet. "Cursed be the name of dogs, Divine Anubis!" Anubis nodded, rising. "I do not judge your choice of lovers, Isaru, but I believe that you deserve more." His voice changed, rasping and harsh. "Like me, Isaru!" The young jackal-goddess gasped as her father's body drifted like shapless ash to the tiles, and Set stood before her. Isaru screamed as a savage, huge black cat-ka appeared beside the wicked god. Its eyes glowed an eerie blue, and it snarled as it leapt for Isaru.
Bastet yowled and laughed madly as she felt her ka tearing into Isaru's soul. Her own eyes glowed blue as she scored long, deep marks in the floorstones with her fingers. "May the night go untainted without your evil, Isaru! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!"
The young jackal writhed and shrieked as the seven claws ripped throug her soul again and again. The ka roared and slashed with its long red fangs into Isaru's mind, gouging ang plunging, ripping the words of life from the young black jackal-goddess's memory. Isaru clutched her throat, her heels drumming the floor, her yellow eyes wide as the temple of Anubis disappeared into a blur of red and black wraiths appeared, armed with sharp silver sickles. "Come with us, Isaru. Cross the River of Death into Sebek's open mouth." The young daughter of Anubis had time for one final cry before she was dragged down into the river by the black demons.
Isis broke free of the restraining chains that held her below Egypt and sped out across the sands, feeling the power of evil prevailing over her beloved Anubis.
Set felt a hand grab his ankle. He turned, looking over his shoulder. It was Anubis's hand. The particles of ash gathered themselves together, forming the strong body of the jackal-god. Anubis snarled, and a long, curved sword appeared in his hand. "Horus has castrated you, Set, but I alone will finish you off!" Anubis leapt at Set, the sword swinging in a glittering arc. Set dodged, parrying with his own sword. Back and forth down the halls the two gods battled for the eternal position of utter lord.
Isis saw the faint figure of her daughter drift past as she raced over the River of Death, but did not stop. The goddess plummeted down into the Underworld, gathering strength from her many kas as she prepared for battle.
Bastet felt the chains slip from her arms and the goddess sprinted out of the fiery hellpit, down the halls to where Set fought with Anubis. Her ka of hate snarled, prancing and slashing at Anubis when he stepped too close, but its bindings, the thin threads of life, held it back. Shouting a chant, Bastet severed the threads, endowed herself with power, and stepped into the battle, swinging a curved sword.
Isis appeared with a mighty peal of thunder and a flash of lightning. She ran toward Anubis, screaming, "My love! Anubis! Anubis!" A blow from Bastet's ka sent her spinning backwards, her soul ripped through. The cat-goddess battled valiantly with Anubis, flicking her swordpoint out at his soul. Hathor, Taweret, and Sekhemet hovered behind her, their hands on her shoulders as they sent waves of energized power sweeping through her. Isis shrieked a word and Bastet's ka stumbled backwards, but recovered, striking out at the goddess's mind heavily. Isis screamed, falling the the floor as words of torment pounded like drums in her head.
Set winced as Anubis's sword caught him a sharp blow, but did not show pain, swinging his sword toward Anubis's mind. The jackal-god stumbled backward, holding a hand to his head as Bastet and Set lunged at him, their weapons at the ready. Isis's body crumpled into shapeless ash and the four winds carried it away over the River of Death to join Isaru. Bastet's ka watched, then jumped in to slash at Anubis's thigh savagely. The jackal-god thudded to the ground, his sword clattering away across the floor. Set and Bastet advanced, but then the evil wolf-god stopped the cat-goddess. "Wait, Bast." Grabbing Anubis's upper arm, Set hauled him to his feet. "You depict me being taken as a woman by Seth and Horus on your walls, jackal." The wolf-god sneered. "I shall take you as my tribute, Anubis!" Half dragging, half propelling the large black jackal-god across the floor toward his couch, Set kicked Anubis's feet out from under him, shoving the god at the same time.
Anubis fell across the couch on his back, unable to do anything because of the threads of life that bound his hands and feet. Set smirked. "Anubis. Weigher of the Scales, God of the Underworld, Defeater of Set, Lover of Isis, Father of Isaru, goddess of the Underworld, Destroyer of Bast, Divine Consort to Isis, the Goddess of Wisdom and Beauty." As he spoke, Set was unloosing the jeweled belt that held his kilt up. Letting it drop to the floor around his ankles, the evil wolf-god advanced on Anubis, his thick, long shaft hard and ready. Anubis snarled angrily. "I have defeated you, Set! The river-god, Sebek, has devoured your ka!" Bastet chanted three words before Anubis got any further. The jackal-god narrowed yellow eyes at her, grunting and making rasping noises, as his mouth was sealed shut. Set knelt between Anubis's spread thighs, inserted his member into the jackal's tight opening, and thrust, gripping the Divine Consort's arms as he sank in deeper.
Anubis groaned in pain, but could not help his own shaft rising beneath his kilt to meet Set's lust. The wolf-god moaned, grinning wickedly at Anubis's embarrassment. "So, the righteous god has a lustful side. Let us see what else you long for, jackal!" Set ripped Anubis's kilt aside roughly, revealing the taut, long, black member. The wolf-god took the tip of it in his mouth, causing shudders to run through Anubis. The jackal-god breathed hard through the waves of pleasure that were spiraling upwards through his divine body, managing to pant out. "Unbind me, Set, and I will show you what I long for." The wolf-god threw back his head, howling as a flood of his pure seed spilled down into Anubis's stomach, then collapsed on the jackal's muscled chest, panting to Bastet. "Untie him, goddess of the cats, but be ready to send him across the River of Death if he acts untruly to his word." The threads of life fell from Anubis's wrists, and he smiled as he embraced the grinning Set.
Stroking the evil god's ears, Anubis crooned softly. "Lie down, Set, and I will take you to the place between space and Middle Earth." Set nodded, switching places with Anubis to lie across the pillows and cushions of his back. Anubis leaned forward, and locked muzzles with Set in a passionate kiss. Both gods moaned with pleasure as they anticipated what would happen next. Nuzzling the wolf-god's lanky, muscular chest, Anubis licked downwards until he came to Set's upright member. The wicked god groaned as a warm wetness encompassed his stiff shaft, reaching out to grasp Anubis's ears tightly. The large black jackal ran his tongue up the smooth, hard side of Set's lustful member, then, holding it in his mouth, Anubis shifted his body until his own erect shaft lay just at the entrance to Set's warm tunnel. The wolf-god snarled in pain and pleasure as Anubis thrusted, sending a few inches of his long ebony rod down into Set's untouched regions.
Bastet watched in interest as the two gods entwined and moaned, making wild, ardent love. The cat-goddess stroked her ka's head absently, watching as the spirit forms of Set and Anubis drifted up into the place between outer space and Middle Earth, still locked in their desiring embrace. She whirled suddenly, feeling hands on her shoulders. Her ka lay at her feet, undisturbed by the lone, regal figure of the male cat-god that had stepped into the room. Bastet backed away, ready to bring up her hand and let a stream of light flow from her palm to engulf the stranger with killing power, but the god stood still. "I am Ra." Bastet gasped. "Ra, Lord of the Heavens!" She prostrated herself at his feet, kissing his jeweled sandals. "Please, turn your face away from me. I am unholy, for I have been violated by both Anubis and his daughter, Isaru."
Ra smiled, lifting her to her feet. "Do not bow to me, Bast. Your place among the gods has been assured. Anubis will rue the day he took you upon the floorstones of his temple like a common wench! As for Isaru, she will be made to serve the white pharaoh hound she lay with for all eternity." Ra laughed, still holding Bastet's hands. "She has one wish of me, though: to take the knot of the hound off of his member. I refused, and made it bigger. She violated you with a rod of silver; let her be taken by a knot of lust." Bastet smiled. "I thank you, Ra." The goddess turned to go, her savage muscled ka at her heels, but the Lord of the Heavens called to her. "Wait! Bast!" Bastet looked back, her amber eyes serene. "Ra, what is your plea?" The cat-god stepped forward, taking her hands again. "Come with me to the heavens, to my golden temple." Bastet smiled. "So be it, Ra."
Their travel was swift and silent, speeding high above Egypt in the air, hand in hand, as Ra took Bastet to his temple. The place was huge, columned and cool, with pictures showing Ra cutting off the head of Anubis, and slicing out the womb of Isaru with his foot on her head. Bastet touched the walls gently, reading the hieroglyphics to herself quietly. Ra came up behind her. "Do you like my temple, Bast?" The cat-goddess nodded. "Yes, Lord of the Heavens. I do." She felt Ra's warm breath on her neck and ear as his hands slipped about her slender waist. "Then stay, Bast, stay with me, for I am lonely." Bastet leaned back into his gentle embrace, then Ra pulled away from her, draping himself across a couch and drawing the goddess down beside him. Stroking her long black ears, Ra cooed softly to her, singing in his rich, deep voice.
My arms long to embrace you
My lips to kiss you
My body to know your own
As the ibis preens
And the palace stands supreme
I long to know you
To feel your heart next to mine
I wish to bear you up on high
As Hathor sings
And Sekhemet mingles the colors of the sky
I long to feel your lips
And see your beauty conquer mine
Bastet's eyes filled with tears as the last tremulous notes of the god's love-song lingered on the air. Caressing Ra's smooth, furred face gently, she closed her eyes as the god cupped her chin in his palms and kissed her softly. Bastet held the kiss for a moment, then opened her mouth to admit Ra's seeking tongue. Her fangs nipped his lip lightly as her arms slipped around his neck, and she slid down into his embrace. Ra pulled the shoulder strap of her long linen sheath down, his lips moving warmly over her bare shoulder. "So beautific and feline you are, Bast." The cat-goddess nodded, holding Ra's ears in her hands as he nuzzled the tops of her breasts, pulling down the sheer material she wore and running his thumbs over the nipples that rose to meet his lips. Bastet moaned, closing her eyes as the linen sheath slid down over her body gently, falling wisp-like to the cool tiled floor.
Ra stroked her hips, marveling at the young beauty of her nude body, wondering how she had kept herself so youthful over thousands of years. True, she was a goddess, and the beauty of both gods and goddesses did not fade, but Bastet had been narrowly defeated by both Isaru and Anubis, had been bound and then thrown into a pit. Sekhemet was right. The cat-goddess did have powers beyond imagination. Bringing his mouth down on hers, Ra felt her fingers fumbling for the jeweled belt that held his kilt up. He nuzzled the hollow of her neck as the short linen kilt slid down over his thighs, his ankles, finally dropping to the floor atop Bastet's own clothing. The cat-goddess felt the warm, long shaft rubbing along her thigh, and laughed at the ticklish sensation it gave her, the sound like bells ringing among flowers. Ra chuckled, running his hands along her sides.
"Your beauty far surpasses that of Hathor, or Sekhemet, or even Aphrodite, the Greek goddess. You are far more youthful than Hera, or Europa, Peresphone, or Demeter." Bastet laughed. "You have had all those goddesses in your bed, my Lord Ra?" The god nodded solemnly. "All of them, and many, many more, too many to count. All want a taste of the Egyptian god's lustful shaft." He gazed down into her eyes, his heart suddenly heavy with utter longing for her. "But you, Bastet, Goddess of Women, Childbirth, and Cats, you are far more beautiful than any of them! Your comelieness will be know throughout the land." Bastet nodded, then reached up, encircling Ra's neck with her arms and bringing her willingly to him. His lips found hers, and they kissed eagerly, hungrily, Ra holding her against his hard muscled body, feeling her soft flesh ripple with pleasure and lines of muscle.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, their nipples hard and lustful. Ra pulled his mouth from Bastet's to take one in his mouth, rolling it around and smelling the sweet scent of roses, myrrh, jasmine, spices, and Puntite oils on her skin. Bastet moaned, burying her face in his ears and smelling the musky aroma of myrrh and aloe in his fur. Ra took the other one in his mouth, kneading the goddess's breasts with his hands as he sucked and licked at the nipple, the scent of perfume in his nostrils. Then, holding both breasts together, Ra took both of Bastet's nipples in his mouth, sucking and rolling them about in his mouth with seasoned skill. His shaft rubbed along her smooth skin teasingly, provoking a giggle from her. Ra licked downwards slowly, turning the cat-goddess's laughter into a pleasurable moan. His lips ran down her skin gently, nibbling at her stomach, then slowly running circles around her navel, he shifted his position until he lay with his head between her thighs. Taking hold of them firmly, he licked into Bastet's moist opening, his loins throbbing with desire.
Tasting her sweetness, the god ran his tongue deeper and deeper into the goddess, exploring every depression, valley, texture, and dip inside her wetness. Bastet moaned again, her breath coming in short pants. Hot waves of ecstasy roiled upwards, turning her entire body into a pulsating shape of pleasure. Bast closed her eyes, panting, unable to stop the shriek that burst from her lips as her hips rolled upwards in a volcanic orgasm. Ra held her thighs tighter, still licking skillfully at her throbbing wetness as the heatwave swept over his tongue. Ra held himself under control, although Bastet's juices flowed freely.
Embracing her panting figure, Ra kissed her, open-mouthed and hard. Bastet gripped him tightly, returning the kiss with equal force, tasting herself on his lips. They rolled over, reversing places. Bastet sat on top of Ra's chest, in front of his member. Pulling away from his kiss, she ran her lips and hands across his chest, flicking her tongue out at his dark nipples teasingly. Moving downwards, the cat-goddess shifted position until she knelt between Ra's muscled thighs, gripping his long shaft tightly. Ra closed his eyes, his body tightening as the warm wetness enfolded his rod. He could not help but place a gentle hand on the back of Bastet's head, guiding her along himself gently. Bastet ran her tongue along the side of his member with deliberate, maddening slowness, then kissed and nuzzled the small hole at its tip softly. Ra groaned, stroking Bastet's ears lovingly. The goddess kneaded the large sac at the base of the god's shaft tenderly, running her fingers along the length of the black rod.
Ra moaned, breathing hard as drums pounded in his head, his loins throbbing with pleasure. Bastet kept up her rhythm, increasing her tempo as she heard his small gasps of pleasure. Suddenly, the handsome god roared as the mountainous orgasm came, a thick stream of seed flowing into Bastet's mouth. She swallowed, knowing that she must not spill a drop of the precious issue, lest a commoner find it later and impregate his or herself with the child of Ra. Warm throbbing built between her thighs for the muscled body and regal shaft she held in her hand. Ra embraced her, stroking her breasts and hips, holding her to him as he kissed her firmly. Their tails entwined as Ra, gently lying Bastet on her back, kissed her tenderly as his long, black, hot member found her wet opening.
The cat-goddess arched her back, moaning as Ra thrust into her, his long shaft rubbing along the inside of her hot loins. They thrust and arched in unison, their hips rolling along those of each other, Ra's lips running gently over her full breasts and warm lips, Bastet's fingers digging into the firm flesh of his back. Their hot bodies rubbed along each other, provoking moans from both of them. The musky aroma of lovemaking rose high above them, mingled with the scent of jasmine, myrrh, sweet-smelling oils, roses, and spices.
Against the cushions Ra thrust into Bastet, each time bringing them both toward simultaneous orgasm. The temple of Ra blurred and disappeared as they sped upwards, locked together, groaning and gasping as they neared the brink of utter pleasure. The skies flashed gold as Bastet arched her back and shrieked Ra's name, blood running down her back from where her nails had cut him. Ra shouted and panted Bastet's name into her fur as they both orgasmed. Mighty waves of hotness gripped them both, throwing Ra and Bast into a whirlwind of senseless kissing. The sky glowed blue as both god and goddess raced upwards toward Ra's temple, Bastet laughing with joy as she was borne on high.
The End