Page 6 of The Anubis's Massage
"That smells amazing," I murmured, inhaling deeply. "What is it?"
"An ancient blend," he replied, his voice closer to my ear now. "Sacred oils once used in temple rituals. It helps open the mind to new possibilities."
His hands slid lower, working the muscles of my lower back, then my glutes. I tensed momentarily as his fingers kneaded the firm flesh of my ass, but the sensation was so good I couldn'tbring myself to object. No one had ever touched me there before, not like this, with such confident purpose.
"Turn over," he instructed after what could have been minutes or hours. I'd lost all track of time.
I rolled onto my back, suddenly self-conscious about my erection standing proudly against my stomach. Khemet didn't seem to notice or care, his glowing eyes fixed on my face as he poured more oil into his palms.
"The body knows what it wants," he said simply, beginning to work on my chest and shoulders. "Even when the mind refuses to listen."
The oil left a trail of warmth wherever he applied it, and I could swear I saw faint golden sparkles in it catching the lamplight. My skin felt hypersensitive, each brush of his fur-covered hands sending waves of pleasure through me.
"What's in that oil?" I asked, my voice soft and airy with pleasure.
"Nothing harmful," Khemet assured me, working his way down my arms. "Just something to help you feel... everything."
And I was feeling everything. The air against my skin, the subtle shift of the linens beneath me, the exquisite pressure of his hands as they worked their way back to my chest, brushing over my nipples. I gasped at the contact, my back arching slightly off the table.
"Sensitive," he observed, a smile in his eyes. He paused for a moment, leaning down close to my face. “May I touch your cock?” he asked softly.
My breath caught in my throat. No one had ever asked permission to touch me like that before. The combination of his formal request and the raw intimacy of the moment made my cock twitch visibly.
"Y-yes," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Khemet's eyes never left mine as his oil-slicked hand wrapped around my shaft. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily. His grip was perfect, firm but gentle, his palm sliding up and down with practiced ease.
"You're very responsive," he murmured, his other hand continuing to massage my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. "Has no one ever touched you like this before?"
I shook my head, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through me. The oil seemed to intensify every sensation, making my skin tingle and burn wherever his hands traveled.
"Such a waste," Khemet said, almost to himself. "A body like yours should be worshipped properly."
The incense was making my head spin, or maybe it was just the way he was touching me. Either way, I felt myself surrendering completely to the moment, to him. My eyes fluttered closed as he worked my cock with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Look at me, Chris," he commanded softly.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his glowing gaze. There was something ancient and knowing in those eyes, something that made me feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time.
"Tell me what you want," he said, his strokes slowing to an agonizing pace. "Tell me your deepest desire."
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, pulled from some hidden place inside me by his hypnotic presence and those magical hands.
"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, shocking myself with my honesty. "I want to know what it feels like."
Khemet's expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Was it approval? Satisfaction?
"Are you certain?" he asked, his hand still moving languidly up and down my shaft. "Once given, such an experience cannot be taken back."
I nodded, suddenly desperate for it. "I'm sure. Please."
He released my cock and moved to the head of the table, cradling my face in his hands. The position brought his own impressive erection level with my face, and I couldn't help but stare at it. Up close, I could see the intricate gold ring that encircled the base, adorned with tiny hieroglyphs.
"First," he said, his thumb tracing my lower lip, "I will prepare you properly. No one's first time should be rushed."
With that, he moved back down the table, lifting and repositioning me so that I was on my stomach again. His hands went back to my glutes, massaging them in the most tantalizing way. I gasped as his oiled fingers began to circle my hole, the foreign sensation sending shockwaves through my entire body. The oil seemed to warm and tingle against that sensitive skin, making me hyper-aware of every touch.
"Relax," Khemet murmured, his voice like velvet in the incense-heavy air. "Let your body open for me."
