Page 8 of The Anubis's Massage
"You want my seed inside you," he growled, his claws digging into my hips just hard enough to leave marks. "You want to be claimed completely."
"Yes," I gasped, pushing back against him with desperate need. "God, yes."
Something changed in him then. His thrusts became harder, more demanding. The careful control he'd maintained shattered, replaced by something ancient and possessive. I couldfeel the power in his body as he drove into me, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that made me see stars.
"Such a good boy," he panted, his breath hot against my neck. "Taking my cock so well for your first time. You were made for this, weren't you, Chris?"
I couldn't form words anymore, could only moan and writhe beneath him as he claimed me with increasing intensity. The golden ring around his cock seemed to pulse with each thrust, sending vibrations through my entire core. My own cock was trapped between my body and the table, leaking steadily as it rubbed against the silk sheets with each powerful thrust.
"I can feel you getting close," Khemet murmured, one hand sliding around to press against my lower belly. "Your body is trembling, clenching around me. You're going to cum just from being fucked, aren't you?"
I nodded frantically, beyond shame now. The pressure building inside me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was deeper and more intense than any orgasm I'd had before. It felt like he was rewiring my entire nervous system with each stroke of his cock against my prostate.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance that seemed to vibrate in my bones. "Let go completely."
The orgasm hit me like a lightning strike, tearing through my body with an intensity that left me screaming into the face cradle. My cock pulsed against the table, painting the silk sheets with rope after rope of cum while my ass clenched rhythmically around Khemet's thick shaft. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last.
Through the haze of my climax, I felt Khemet's rhythm becoming erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged. His claws dug deeper into my skin as he chased his own release.
"Take it," he snarled, slamming into me with brutal force. "Take all of it."
He buried himself to the hilt and went rigid above me, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside my body. I could feel the heat of his release, the way his heavy balls tightened against my ass, and the constant pulsing of his thick cock.
What should have felt strange, the sensation of another man's cum filling me, instead felt… right. Perfect. Like I'd been missing this my whole life without knowing it.
Khemet stayed inside me as we both caught our breath, his weight a comforting pressure on my back. His fur was damp with sweat, sticking to my skin in a way that should have been uncomfortable but somehow wasn't. I felt marked by him, claimed in some ancient, primal way that transcended modern hang-ups.
"How do you feel?" he murmured, his muzzle nuzzling against my neck.
"Like I've been reborn," I whispered, surprised by my own honesty. The words had just tumbled out, bypassing all my usual filters. Maybe it was the incense, or maybe it was just the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life, but I felt no desire to hide behind my usual tough-guy facade.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "In a way, you have been." His hand stroked my side gently. "The first time being taken properly changes a man."
Slowly, carefully, he withdrew from me. I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped me at the sudden emptiness. I felt his seed leaking from me, trickling down my thighs, and instead of disgust, I felt a strange pride.
"Don't move," Khemet instructed, climbing off the table. I heard water running, and then he was back, gently cleaning me with a warm cloth. The tenderness of the gesture nearly undidme. Nobody had ever treated me like that before. I wasn’t used to being… taken care of.
"Thank you," I managed, my voice rough with emotion.
"It is my pleasure," he replied, helping me roll onto my back. "Truly."
I looked up at him, taking in his magnificent form in the golden lamplight. His fur gleamed, and those glowing eyes studied me with what looked like genuine affection. The gold jewelry adorning his body caught the light, making him look like some ancient deity.
"I never expected..." I began, then faltered, unsure how to express the tornado of feelings swirling inside me.
"Few do," Khemet said with a small smile. "That is the beauty of this place. It allows for discovery without judgment."
I sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar soreness. Khemet steadied me with a hand on my shoulder, his touch still sending little sparks through my skin.
"Will you return?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intent on mine.
I didn't even have to think about it. "Yes." Then, feeling suddenly bold, I added, "Will you be here?"
His smile widened, showing those sharp canines that had thrilled me earlier. "I am here most evenings. Ask for me by name." He leaned in, his muzzle close to my ear. "I would very much like to continue your... education."
The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine, a promise of pleasures I hadn't even imagined yet. I nodded, unable to find words. My body felt different somehow, like I'd been transformed on some fundamental level. The emptiness inside me where his cock had been throbbed with a pleasant ache, a reminder of what had happened.
"Rest here as long as you need," Khemet said, stroking my cheek with one fur-covered finger. "The oils need time to... settle."
