Page 7 of The Anubis's Massage
I tried to follow his instructions, but it was impossible to relax when every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. His finger pressed gently against my entrance, not pushing inside yet, just teasing, preparing. The oil made everything slick and warm, and I found myself pressing back against his touch despite my nervousness.
"Good," he praised, and the approval in his voice made my cock leak against the table. "You're a natural, Chris. Your body knows what it wants."
Slowly, carefully, he worked one finger inside me. I cried out at the intrusion, my hands gripping the edges of the massage table. It felt strange, overwhelming, but not painful. The oil seemed to ease the way, and after a moment the sensation shifted from foreign to... incredible.
"How does that feel?" he asked, his finger moving in slow, shallow strokes.
"Different," I panted, my face pressed into the cradle. "But good. Really good."
I felt him smile somehow, felt his pleasure at my response. He worked that single finger deeper, finding spots inside me that made me gasp and writhe on the table. When he curled it just right, I saw stars.
"Fuck," I groaned, my hips moving of their own accord. "What was that?"
"Your prostate," Khemet explained, stroking that magical spot again. "The source of much pleasure, when touched properly."
He added a second finger, stretching me slowly, patiently. The oil continued to work its magic, making everything feel heightened and electric. I was dimly aware that I was making sounds, little gasps and moans that I'd never made before, but I was too lost in sensation to care.
"You're opening so beautifully for me," he murmured, his free hand stroking my back in soothing circles. "Are you ready for more?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words. I needed more, needed him to fill me completely. The emptiness when he withdrew his fingers was almost unbearable.
I heard him moving around behind me, the rustle of fabric as he climbed up onto the table, and the sound of oil being poured. Then his hands were on my hips, positioning me just how he wanted me. I felt the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and demanding.
"Breathe," he instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “I’m not small. Push back against me when you're ready."
The incense made everything dreamlike, heightened. I took a shaky breath and pressed back, feeling him begin to enter me. The stretch was intense, more than his fingers had been, but the oil made it easier than I'd expected. The golden ring at the baseof his thick cock seemed to vibrate subtly against my skin as he pushed deeper, filling me inch by incredible inch.
"Breathe," he reminded me, his hands stroking my sides soothingly. "Let your body accept me."
I was panting now, overwhelmed by the fullness, the stretch, the strange pleasure-pain of being penetrated for the first time. When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, allowing me to adjust. I could feel his heartbeat through his cock, pulsing deep within me.
"How do you feel?" Khemet asked, his voice tight with restraint.
"Full," I gasped, struggling to find words. "So fucking full. But... good. I don't want to stop."
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through both our bodies. "I have no intention of stopping, Chris. Not until you've experienced everything you've been denying yourself."
Slowly, he began to move. Short, shallow thrusts at first, barely withdrawing before pushing back in. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure radiating through me. The oil between us seemed to heat further with friction, creating a tingling sensation everywhere our bodies connected. But it wasn’t enough.
"More," I begged, pushing back against him. "Please, more."
Khemet obliged, his thrusts becoming longer, deeper. His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he established a rhythm that had me seeing stars. When he shifted his angle slightly, his cock dragged across that spot inside me that his fingers had found earlier. I cried out, my entire body shuddering.
"There," he murmured, sounding pleased. "Now you understand."
And I did understand. I understood why people did this, why they craved it. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Thiscomplete surrender… this total pleasure. My cock was leaking steadily onto the table beneath me, untouched but harder than it had ever been.
The room filled with the sounds of our fucking. My desperate moans echoed off the wall along with the slick slide of his cock inside me and his occasional growls of pleasure. The incense swirled around us, making everything feel heightened, almost mystical.
"Look at you," Khemet said, never breaking his rhythm. "So happy to be taken even though your cock is trapped beneath you.”
He was right. I wanted to touch myself. But with Khemet’s body pressing into mine from above, there was no way to get to it.
“Just fuck me,” I heard myself say. “Please… I want… I want you to breed me.”
The words hung in the air between us, raw and desperate. I couldn't believe I'd said them out loud, but something about Khemet's presence, the incense, the way he was filling me so completely… it stripped away every filter I'd ever had. The Christ speaking now was the one that I’d been hiding away for years. Now that he was free, I never wanted to put him back.
His rhythm faltered for just a moment, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. When he spoke, his voice was deeper, more primal than before.
