Page 47 of The Secret Shape of Worship
“I didn’t die. At least I don’t think I did.”
Relief passed like a wave across the god’s face. “Then my disbelief is even greater. How can you be here? This is not possible.”
“I spoke to your father.”
Anubis’s face became stone. Slowly, he lowered Mina to the sand, warm under his soft feet. Despite the heat all around, Minashivered and instinctively reached out a hand, wishing Anubis would hold him again.
“My father. What did he do?”
“Nothing.” But Mina knew that Anubis would sense the lie. So he pulled pieces of truth and wove as much as he could into a version that would have the smallest chance of angering Anubis.
“I convinced him to let me come here. I told him that I loved you and that you didn’t deserve this. He agreed to let me come and see you.”
“That does not sound like Osiris. He does not have compassion. He does not make deals that do not balance the scales.”
“I think he saw what you meant to me. What I mean to you. Whatever the reason, I’m here now. You want to waste time debating the details?”
Anubis stepped forward. Mina noticed the glossy sheen of his body. The muscles that tensed just beneath his skin as he reached a hand forward and hooked a finger under his chin. “I will not waste another second that I have with you. Not when there is something I should have done a long time ago. It took losing you and finding you again at the end of the world to realize it, but now that you’re here, I am going to claim you.”
“Yes.” Mina closed his eyes as Anubis’s hand opened, cradling his head, and thumbing a small circle around his cheek.
“You are mine,” said the god.
“Prove it.”
Anubis took Mina’s hand and pulled him toward the trunk of the tree. The great canopy obscured the towering pyramid so that when Mina looked around, all he could see was the familiar green flames and the vast sea of fire. It turned his own pale skin into a kaleidoscope of color, and Mina thought he’d never looked more beautiful. And for Anubis, the effect was even morestriking. The deep umber of his human skin seemed to glow from within, like a polished tiger’s eye stone.
Mina smiled. “I’m so glad to be here.” He wrapped his arms around Anubis’s chest, unable to reach all the way around, even in his human form. He let his fingers walk across the hard ripples of the muscles in his back. “I’d be glad to be anywhere with you.”
Mina felt Anubis’s groin pulse against his belly as the two pressed together. Somehow, in their brief time apart, he’d forgotten how monstrously huge the god was. And again, he worried that he’d be unable to do what he desperately wanted to do.
Anubis walked Mina to a place nearer the acacia tree where palm fronds were laid upon the ground, woven together like a great green quilt. He laid Mina down on his back, and Mina found the makeshift bed surprisingly soft and comfortable.
The great god stood above him and looked down, smiling. Proud, like he was admiring some lost treasure he’d finally managed to rediscover. And then another look came over Anubis, mingling with his lovesick gaze. Hunger. Lust. A small gasp and a quiet whimper escaped Mina’s throat, and his groin began to ache.
On some primal instinct, Mina’s legs drifted apart, and the warm air caressed all the sensitive areas of him. A low growl billowed up from Anubis, and his lips curled up in a wolfish grin, revealing his two sharp canines behind his full human lips. He reached a giant hand down to hisshendyt,pulling at the buckle. It fell away like molten lead, exposing the entire length of him.
Mina started to raise himself to his knees, but before he could get there, Anubis knelt before him, pushing him gently back down onto his back.
“No, mykianga.This time, I shall worship you.”
Mina’s eyes fluttered closed as the god brought his mouth to Mina’s neck, centimeters from his skin, pouring his warm breath over him. He hovered above Mina’s mouth, and Mina inhaled. Woodsmoke and cloves and a sweetness, like figs. Mina felt drunk and grew harder on the god’s smell alone.
“I wish I could drink you,” Mina said.
“Close your eyes,” the god said.
Mina obeyed.
Anubis lowered himself fully on top of Mina so that his rock-hard body pressed Mina’s small one into the sand beneath the supple green fronds. Mina struggled to breathe, but in that moment, he didn’t need it. He needed Anubis.
Anubis brought a finger to Mina’s mouth and traced the downward bow of his upper lip, slowly pushing his index finger inside. He felt around the warmth of his tongue, the insides of his cheek, down almost to the back of his throat. Then he pushed in a second finger, the thickness filling Mina’s mouth completely. When he pulled them out, they dripped with Mina’s saliva. Quickly, before losing much of the wetness, Anubis reached down between Mina’s legs and pressed his wet fingers onto the tight bud of Mina’s hole. He worked his index finger in a circle until he was so wet that his finger popped inside to the first knuckle.
Mina gasped. Anubis continued to work his finger into Mina up to the second knuckle. Finally, his whole finger, the size of two normal men’s, was inside him. Mina reached down, squeezing two fistfuls of palm leaves. He felt a second finger try to push its way in, but he was already becoming too dry.
“Hm,” hummed Anubis. “I suppose I’ll have to try this another way.” The god sat back on his heels and grabbed the back of each of Mina’s thighs in his hands, which easily wrapped completely around, and pushed his legs into the air. Mina’sshendytfell down around his stomach, and he felt his hole and cock exposed fully to the sky.
Mina looked around. Not out of shame or embarrassment. This time, he wished someone, some god or human soul, was watching. Seeing him give himself fully to such a beautiful creature. That such a perfect being found him worthy of such devotion and worship.
