Page 26 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Mina gasped, and his eyes fluttered, dizzy with the thrill. His mouth gaped open, but no sounds escaped. Every molecule of pleasure was centered around the giant tool gaping him wide under the open sky.
Finally, a bark of ecstasy exploded from his throat. “Oooh fuck,” he cursed, but to Anubis it was a praise. “Oh my god, it feels so good, Anu.” The god pressed the handle deeper, and Mina’s body gripped the trunk so tightly he thought he might splinter it into a million pieces. As the god pushed the tool in deeper and deeper, Mina imagined Anubis's cock and how it would feel once they finally consummated. He wanted it, he realized, more than anything. This pleasure was electrifying, thrilling and terrible and wonderful, but right then, there was something he wanted more. A promise he wanted fulfilled.
Mina turned his head to look back at Anubis. “I want you, Anu. Mount me. Claim me.”
Anubis's eyes blazed red, and an unusual sensation flooded through Mina’s body.
“You do not make demands of me, boy.” Anubis pulled the flail from Mina’s body, and he gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Anubis clamped one huge hand on the back of Mina’s neck and another under a thigh and threw him bodily from the tree into the warm sand. Mina moaned with the pain and thepleasure of it. He spread his arms and legs into the sand and craned his neck to see Anubis staring down at him with a strange look.
“I know your wants, boy. I am Anubis, shepherd of souls. And I have not finished feasting on your ecstasy.”
The god turned and walked to the edge of the river. His long fingers balled into fists as his black snout angled up toward the sky. He drew in a deep breath and howled, a sound that shook the sand and the trees, and immediately the waters of the Nile began to boil. Fish jumped and swam downriver away from the tumult. And then something began to appear. Something big. At first, it looked like a log, pushed up from the silt and now floating on the river. But then the log began to lengthen. It grew scales. A volcano of water erupted, and what emerged was not a log. It was a crocodile, at least twenty feet long, its giant head snapping, its monstrous tail thrashing.
On some deep survival instinct, Mina curled protectively in on himself. As the crocodile thrashed in the river, it began to transform. Its arms growing long, its head and tail shrinking down. But it didn’t become fully human. Hard blackish-green scales covered its back and soft white ones its belly. Its face remained slightly elongated, and though it now had arms and legs, in place of hands, it kept its short, sharp claws. It turned first to Anubis and then to Mina, eyeing him skeptically, its head cocking to one side. It looked back at Anubis, who spoke to it in a strange and staccato tongue.
The crocodile god looked back at Mina, its wild, reptilian face cracking into a smile as it stepped forward. And then something else began to change. From its lower belly, a huge, serpentine appendage emerged. Bright pink and slick and licking at the air as if it were searching for something. Despite his fear, Mina’s body shuddered. This creature saw him dirty and spent in the sand and wanted him. If pleasing this creature would pleaseAnubis, then he wanted it too. He looked at the tongue-like member of the crocodile god and licked his lips hungrily.
“Sobek, god of the Nile, will be satisfied with your pleasure,” boomed the voice of Anubis. “Please him as you would me. He will feast upon your body.”
Before Mina knew what was happening, the great god of the Nile let out a thunderous roar and was clawing its body on top of his, its wet scaly flesh gliding across Mina’s back. Mina felt the serpentine cock pressing against the orbs of his ass, searching for a way in. It was a strange sensation, but Mina did not resist. He wanted to please his god, and so he spread his legs wide and opened himself. Sobek’s cock slid like a tentacle into Mina’s gaping hole, already stretched from Anubis's flail. Thick as a man’s arm, it probed deep inside him. Mina felt the thick, wet body of the monster grow wild with pleasure. The crocodile god thrust with violent force as Mina’s small human body sank into the sand that pressed into his eyes and ground between his teeth.
For what felt like an eternity, the crocodile god fucked Mina in a wild, animalistic frenzy—frantic barks and groans so loud in his ear, he could hear nothing else. Mina groaned; the pleasure had morphed into something else. Something Mina hadn’t ever experienced before in his moments of learning with Anubis—a deep and utter sadness.
Mina craned his neck, looking for Anubis. Was he satisfied? Was he happy? But his god was looking away, into the river, flail gripped in both hands, wringing nervously at the smooth metal. Why wasn’t he looking? Isn’t this what Anubis wanted? Mina squirmed against the god on top of him. He felt his own cock deflate.Enough,he thought. Wide claws clamped onto Mina’s hips as the thrusts became more erratic, stronger.
Finally, a warm explosion filled Mina’s insides. The come of this alien god. Mina closed his eyes and imagined it was Anubis.Mina ground himself into the sand but could not find his own pleasure. Sand stung his eyes. His own tears that he hadn’t felt caking it there. He wanted Anubis. Why didn’t his god seem to want him back? As Sobek removed himself from Mina, a warm river of come gushed from him. But Mina didn’t move. He stayed, half buried, the warmth of his tears soaking into the sand beneath his cheek.
Instantly, Mina felt Anubis’s human hand on his back.“Kianga,why do you cry? Sobek is a lover of men, known for giving his mates pleasure worthy of legend. I thought this was what you wanted?”
“It’s fine. I’m ok.” His rough voice shook.
“Tell me your heart, Mina. I will not steal your thoughts from you.”
“I want you, Anubis. Don’t you understand? I tried thinking of you the whole time. I didn’t want him. I wanted you.”
The god’s face fell. “You did not want this? While he was inside of you, you did not want it?”
“I mean, it was fine at first, Anu. But I wanted it to end.”
“You did not want him, and yet he took you anyway.”
“Didn’t you ask him to?”
“I told Sobek to search your heart and fulfill your desires. It was my gift to you for the things which I have yet been unable to fulfill for you. He searched your heart and found a less-than-willing mate whom he took anyway.”
“It’s ok, Anu. I did it for you.”
“No,” said his god, standing slowly, eyes so blazing red they made Mina’s own eyes burn. “No, it is not ok.”
Anubis's hands grew long and sharp. Mina felt the sand beside him sink. He looked up. Anubis was now at least twenty feet tall, looking down at the still half-formed Sobek, who was busy washing himself in the river.
A low growl. Angry. Eyes like two red searchlights, painting the crocodile god in a bloody crimson. Anubis barked a foreign word, and Sobek looked up, momentarily shocked before responding in the same harsh tongue. But barely had the words escaped his throat when Anubis reached down and wrapped his huge fist around the smaller waist of the humanoid god. Sobek tried to transform, but Anubis squeezed. The crocodile god’s eyes bulged, and a strangled roar caught in his throat. With his other hand, Anubis reached up, gripping the god around the chest. Sobek’s mouth opened and closed, speechless, wet popping sounds all that could escape it. With barely any resistance, Anubis pulled, ripping the alligator god’s body in two.
Mina looked away, bile rising up in his throat. He heard the splashing of entrails and blood in the river and buried his head in his sand-caked hands. There were two larger splashes, and a moment later, he felt a human hand on his back. He didn’t turn around. He couldn’t. He felt awful. Had that been his fault? A warm drop of water landed on his back. He looked up and saw Anubis now in his human form, tears in his eyes. His cheeks were dirty with sand, and his breath hitched in his throat.
“Mykianga,I am sorry. I have closed part of my heart to you, and because of this, I have allowed you to be harmed.”
Mina sat up, taking Anubis’s hand in his and pressing it to his lips, sand grinding into delicate skin.
