Page 5 of The Anubis's Massage
"You could say that." I couldn't help but grin, remembering the demon's mouth, his ass, the way my body had responded so eagerly.
Khemet leaned back, stretching his arms along the edge of the bath. The movement caused his chest to rise above the waterline, revealing defined pectoral muscles covered in that same sleek black fur. "The first night is always... educational."
"That's one way to put it." I shifted, suddenly aware of how close we were sitting. His leg brushed against mine underwater, and I didn't move away. "I didn't expect to see an Anubis here."
"We're rare, yes," he acknowledged with a slight incline of his head. "But I find human establishments... fascinating. Especially ones like this, where people come to explore their desires without judgment."
There was something hypnotic about his voice, about the way he spoke with such careful precision. I found myself leaning closer, drawn to him without conscious thought.
"What brings you here tonight, Chris?" he asked, those glowing eyes seeming to peer straight through me. "What desire are you exploring?"
The question hung between us, heavy with implication. I could have deflected, could have made some joke about just needing to get laid after a breakup. But something about Khemet made me want to be honest.
"I don't know exactly," I admitted, my voice lower than I intended. "I just know I've been... curious. For a while now. About things I shouldn't want."
"Shouldn't?" One elegant eyebrow raised. "Says who?"
I laughed nervously. "Society? My ex? Myself, I guess."
I felt a strange calm washing over me as Khemet's hand rested on my shoulder. His touch was electric, sending tingles down my spine that pooled in my groin.
"Desire is never wrong, Chris. Suppression is what causes pain." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Have you ever had a proper massage? It might help you... relax further."
My mouth went dry. "A massage?"
"It's my specialty." His glowing eyes crinkled at the corners. "I have a private room upstairs. No expectations, just release of tension."
I found myself nodding before I'd even consciously decided. I’d never had a massage before. "Yeah. That sounds good."
Khemet rose from the water in one fluid motion, his wet fur glistening in the low light. Rivulets ran down the contours of his muscular body, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way his cock swung heavily between his legs. He extended a hand to help me up, and I took it, feeling small despite my decent build.
"Follow me," he said, wrapping a towel loosely around his waist. I did the same, though my towel did little to hide my growing erection.
We climbed the stairs, passing the glory hole rooms where I'd had my earlier encounter. Khemet led me down a different hallway, one I hadn't noticed before. The lighting here was softer, more amber than red, and the air smelled of exotic incense.
He stopped at a door adorned with hieroglyphic symbols and unlocked it, gesturing for me to enter. The room inside was nothing like the utilitarian space I'd been in earlier. This was luxurious, with a proper massage table in the center, covered in soft linens. Oil lamps burned in the corners, casting dancing shadows on walls decorated with Egyptian-inspired murals.
"You have your own room here?" I asked, taking it all in.
"I am... something of a fixture," Khemet replied with a small smile. "I've been coming here for many years. The management appreciates the clientele I bring to their establishment."
I bet they did. He was magnificent, unlike any creature I'd ever seen up close. Everyone must’ve wanted a massage from him. Or… more…
"Please, lie down," he said, indicating the table. "On your stomach first."
I hesitated only briefly before dropping my towel and climbing onto the table. The linens were silky against my skin, and a face cradle allowed me to breathe comfortably while facingdown. I heard Khemet moving around, the soft clink of bottles, the strike of a match. More incense filled the air, a heady scent that made my head swim pleasantly.
"Relax," he murmured, and then his hands were on me, slick with warm oil.
His touch was nothing like I'd ever experienced before. Those long, powerful fingers found knots in my muscles I didn't even know I had, pressing and kneading with just the right amount of pressure. I groaned involuntarily as he worked his way down my spine.
"You carry much tension," Khemet observed, his thumbs digging into a particularly tight spot between my shoulder blades. "Your body tells a story of strain and resistance."
"Occupational hazard," I managed to mumble, my face still pressed into the cradle. "I’m a mechanic.”
He made a sound that might have been a chuckle. "Not all of this tension comes from physical labor, Chris. Some of it comes from here." His finger tapped gently at the base of my skull. "From fighting yourself."
I wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn't come. The incense was making my thoughts fuzzy, pleasant. My entire body felt heavy, melting into the table as Khemet's skilled hands worked their magic. The oil he used seemed to warm my skin, creating a tingling sensation wherever he touched.
