Page 25 of The Secret Shape of Worship
“There is a tree, there by the edge of the water. Do you see it?”
Mina looked down by the river where a large cypress had fallen, its wide trunk lying across the bank. “I see it.”
“Lay upon it. Straddle it with one leg on either side. I want to see the hard line of your legs, the soft curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the stretch of your long and slender neck. Spread yourself upon the tree, and let me look at you.”
“Yes, lord.” Mina made his way over to the tree and did as he was told. The bark scratched roughly on his smooth skin and the tender underside of his cock, but the thrill of the feeling excited him. He had never before been in such a vulnerable position and so exposed.
“Grind yourself into the tree.”
Mina turned his head to look at Anubis.
The god thundered, “I know your desires, boy!” Anubis stepped closer. “Right now, the earth is your god. Show it your adoration. Thank it for the shade it provides, the oxygen it gives, the fruit which fills your belly.”
Mina ground himself into the rough bark of the tree. It felt good. After a week of no release, it feltso fucking good.He watched his god watching him debase himself, lowering himself to his most animalistic needs. He ground harder, exaggerating the arch of his back. Moving his hips up and down and side to side. He saw himself through his god’s eyes, and a yip of pleasure escaped his lips.
Anubis stepped closer, raising a leg and straddling the tree behind Mina. He felt the god’s eyes upon him. Devouring every inch of him. And then Mina felt his hands, those long jackal claws, cupping his ass. Squeezing the firm muscle. Rubbing the soft skin and perfect roundness. Mina felt hot breath roll over him. The god’s hands spread his cheeks apart, exposing his soft pink hole to the warm afternoon sun. Mina sighed.Finally.He closed his eyes and waited for whatever was to come. Hot breath bathed his sensitive hole. So far, he had only ever swallowed Anubis's cock and pleasured his own. Outside of their not-infrequent make out sessions, never had the god tasted a part ofMina’s body before. This would be a first. And Mina welcomed it with all of his being. He wanted his god to know what he tasted like. To drink him. Devour him.
A tongue, rough and wide, spread across the tightness of his hole, and Mina spoke his god’s name. Over and over, a prayer. Anubis lapped into him hungrily. Every pass of his tongue must have been like honey, because Anubis became ravenous, warm saliva ran down Mina’s scrotum and onto his legs until he felt it dripping from his ankle into the sand. “Anu,” he breathed. “Anu, Anu, Anu, don’t stop.”
And then Mina felt the god’s long tongue enter him. Pressing in, only a few inches, but his tongue was wide and strong, and it stretched him as it pressed in deeper and deeper. Mina’s breath caught in his throat before barking out of him like an animal.
Anubis withdrew. “Is this ok?”
“Yesss why did you stop don’t stop please,” Mina mumbled into his arms, biting into the skin. He felt his hole wink open and closed, waiting to be filled again. And then it was. Deeper and deeper the god’s tongue pushed until it was rubbing against his prostate, and like a reflex, Mina’s back arched. The bark of the tree scratching painfully, blissfully, across his stomach.
“Deeper,” he breathed.
The god pressed in deeper. There seemed to be no end to the length of his wide tongue that not only pressed in but twisted and flicked with a mind of its own, exploring every depth of him.
“Oh god, Anu,” Mina exclaimed, lifting himself slightly off the tree and backing into his god’s mouth so that his tongue went as deep as it could go. For a moment, he felt a flicker of self-consciousness as he looked around and saw how exposed they were, despite the hedge of protection he knew Anubis had hemmed around them. Anubis growled and removed his tongue from Mina. He felt the jackal’s heavy body climb on top of him,his snout alongside Mina’s ear so that Mina could smell his own musk on Anubis's breath.
“There is only me, boy. There is only our worship. There is only your flesh for me to devour. Do you understand?”
“Yes, lord.”
Anubis growled. The ground thundered. Anubis opened his jaws, and Mina felt hot breath on the back of his neck. Sharp teeth gently clamping down.
Again,Anubis thought.
“Yes, lord,” Mina repeated.
Again, boy.
“Yes, yes, yes lord!”
Anubis ran his sharp claws tenderly from the back of Mina’s neck, down the arch of his back, across his gyrating hips, down his legs that gripped tightly to the trunk of the tree.
“Good boy,” he growled. “You are an animal. A jackal. Let it be.”
Anubis picked up his flail from its perch on the end of the trunk, and Mina felt the cold metal of the handle trace the same path which Anubis's fingers had taken. The thick, round knob at the base of the handle was smooth and cold and sent a shiver across Mina’s skin from head to toe.
As Anubis continued to rub the staff across his skin, it began to warm and coat itself with the sweat and oil and saliva in which Mina was drenched. But soon it took a different path, the handle tracing the crack of his backside. Back and forth and back and forth. And then Anubis pressed the handle of his flail between Mina’s cheeks. Mina moaned at the smooth metal trying to work its way into his clenched hole. Anubis moved the handle around until it was slick with oil and saliva.
Mina shuddered. He wanted it, and he pushed the thought as far forward in his mind as he could so that Anubis could taste it.Yes.
And Anubis pressed. Mina’s hole began to open. But the base of the handle was thick. At least as thick as a tennis ball. There was no way that this should work. But Mina trusted. And Mina wanted. And that was all that mattered in that moment.
Anubis pressed, and his hole began to open. Minute after minute went by. Anubis was careful. Patient. And Mina was hungry and willing. A pinch of pain, but only for a moment, and then he felt his body begin to relax. Begin to accept his desire. Anubis growled, and Mina moaned as he opened himself, and the round end of the handle fully inserted itself with a wetpop.
