Page 48 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Anubis pushed upward, and Mina’s backside rose up off the ground as Anubis brought his mouth down to him, his soft lips on Mina’s sensitive hole sending a wave of chills across Mina’s skin. The god pressed his tongue against Mina, licking from the back all the way to the base of his balls. Back and forth, until Mina felt hot saliva dripping down his back. Finally, he slowed and pressed the flat end of his tongue against Mina’s tight hole, flicking back and forth, working its way in. Opening him up, wider and wider.
Mina’s moans became pitiful, desperate whimpers. With every passing minute, he felt more and more like an animal in heat giving itself over on pure instinct alone, the potential for life swelling deep in its belly. The promise of a future. As Mina’s longing whines grew, so did Anubis’s monstrous growls.
Suddenly, the god let go of Mina’s thighs, his hips falling back to the ground. And when he looked into Anubis’s eyes again, he saw that the human had become the jackal—Anubis, too, giving himself over to his truest form, his basest desires. The god spat down onto his massive cock and stroked it with both hands. His eyes glowed red, and Mina whimpered. Even if he’d tried to shape his tongue into words like,Take me, Anubis. Worship me. Fuck me like the salvation of the world depends on it,nothing more than pathetic whines would have escaped his throat. And that’s exactly what happened. It was his only language. An angelic tongue. A language he was certain Anubis would be ableto interpret. The god answered with a barking growl, like the lightning that tore the holy temple’s curtain in two.
Mina jumped, body shivering with a primal fear. The kind of fear he knew was meant to keep him from stepping carelessly into danger. But Mina was beyond the curtain now. This was the holy of holies. The eye of god was on him, tongues of fire lapping at his body, bare and sweat-slick in the sand.
Was he really ready for this?
Over 22 years, he’d constructed himself wrongly. A Tower of Babel, higher and higher in the wrong direction, his whole sense of self a discord of misunderstanding and lost language. And now, finally, this newly constructed temple of his perfectly whole self was to be consecrated. Made sacred. A ceremonial rendering of himself unto this perfect creature. An act of ultimate praise.
Mina spread his legs, pressing down on the inside of his thighs, his back arching, hips writhing. Anubis was dripping sweat down his entire body, and Mina noticed that he, too, was completely drenched. His pale body like a pascal candle, melting. The lake of fire boiled around them, the heat growing tremendous. All of the underworld flared, bright and waiting. Mina was ready to catch fire.
Thy longing and thirsting are over…
Oh, drink of the river of pleasure…
Anubis reached behind him, revealing a corked glass bottle containing an amber liquid. He pulled the cork with his teeth, poured some of the olive oil into his hand, and worked it onto his bulging length. Then he poured another generous amount onto two fingers and pressed them both at once deep into Mina’s ass. Mina gasped as Anubis worked finger-full after finger-full of oil into him. The rest of the bottle, Anubis poured onto Mina’s chest, down his stomach, and onto his cock so that he glistened like a polished marble sculpture in the firelight, anointed. A celestial being.
Anubis grabbed the base of himself and pressed the tip of his cock to Mina’s hole. Mina pressed back against him. He felt the head slip past the outer tightness, and his vision blurred. He opened his mouth into the shape of a song, a silent praise. He bit his lip, a litany of lustful sounds pouring out.
Mina let go of his legs and let them rest against Anubis’s rock-hard thighs. He reached down toward himself and felt where Anubis’s cock was entering him. He grabbed the thickness of it and pulled, letting Anubis know he was ok. That he wanted more.
Anubis reached down and took Mina’s hips in his hands, pulling himself out of Mina’s tight entrance, but only a few millimeters before pushing himself back in, inch by inch. Mina felt like he was splitting open. He looked down and saw that only the first three or so inches of Anubis was in.
He spread his hands out from his body, a fistful of palm fronds in each. He took a deep breath. Then another. He felt himself relax and the tightness release. Anubis pressed, and Mina took another inch. Then another. The jackal god lowered himself onto his forearms, the velvet of his hard chest a comforting weight against Mina’s heaving breaths. The god’s breath washed over Mina’s face, a deep rumble reverberating between them.
“My beloved,” said Anubis, deep as rolling thunder. The god pressed into him, inch after inch.
Mina squeezed himself against the god’s thickness, and he felt Anubis shudder. Mina, though swallowed by the god’s hulking form, felt himself as powerful as a deity, reducing this great and holy creature to trembling supplicant.
“You feel so good,” Anubis growled, letting out a whimpering moan, warm breath enveloping Mina as he pushed in the final inch.
Mina could feel the fullness of him. The completion of it. He had stepped into the holy of holies, sacred smoke filling his lungs.
He was God in the presence of God.
Anubis pulled out slowly, then pressed in again. Mina arched his back, mouth gaping, nothing but aching, urgent sounds. As the god fucked slowly into Mina, a pressure pulsed between them. Anubis raised himself up on his hands, looking down at his length as it pressed its way slowly back into Mina. And as it did, Mina noticed something. A slight bulge in his lower tummy. Anubis pulled out and then pressed in again. As he did, the bulge disappeared and then reappeared. Anubis was so big that Mina could actually see his cock as it reached deep inside of him. Mina pressed his hand to his flat stomach and looked at Anubis, who smirked with a cocky pride that made Mina bite his lip to suppress the laugh bubbling up. Anubis pulled out and pushed in as deep as he could go, and Mina felt the head of his cock press against his hand. Mina threw his head back and yelped like a wild animal. He reached up and grabbed the scruff of Anubis’s neck and pulled the God down on top of him.
Suddenly, Mina found his words. “Enough of this careful shit. Mount me like the wild fucking animal you are.”
The jackal growled, licked Mina’s face with his broad canine tongue, pulled out, and flipped him roughly over. Mina was on his knees, arching his back and pushing his ass into the air, exposing himself for his god. Turning back, Anubis looked more animalistic than Mina had ever seen him. Lips snarling, teeth exposed, clawed hands latched to Mina’s slender hips as his massive cock slammed back into Mina’s gaping hole.
“Oh my god, yes.” Mina dropped his forehead onto the woven palm quilt beneath them, thick blond curls curtaining around him as he bit hard into the meat of his hand. “Again,” Mina growled through gritted teeth.
And then Anubis fucked him without mercy. Their bodies, slick with oil and sweat, crashed together, Mina’s white ass cheeks blooming red as slapped skin. Barks and yelps echoed in the air, and Mina hoped that all of the underworld could hear them. Mina felt as boneless as a rag doll, fucked so hard he had to stop his teeth from knocking together. At one point, Anubis raised fully up on his knees, pulling Mina onto his cock like an inanimate sex toy so that all that connected Mina to the ground was his sweaty palms. Anubis fucked raw, indistinguishable sounds out of Mina’s throat for what felt like hours.
Soon, Mina could feel the swelling of Anubis’s knot pressing against his hole, the god’s torso and chest heavy against his back. There was no way, Mina thought, that he could fit anything thicker than the cock that was already inside of him. But still, Anubis pressed it into him. Despite his reservations that it would work, Mina wanted it. He wanted every fucking inch of him. Just as Mina was about to reach back to try and help things along, he felt the giant knot pop inside of him, and he gasped. His world spun, and his head dropped down onto the green leaf bed. As soon as the knot was inside of him, Mina felt the rush of come fill him up, and immediately his own body responded, his cock convulsing wave after wave and soaking the palms beneath him. Without being touched, his cock emptied itself. Fullness spread through every inch of Mina’s body, sizzled at the tip of every nerve. He felt like he’d been torn open, but without pain. Only completion. Absolute and utter ecstasy. Time spun wildly, and Mina closed his eyes, reveling in the purity of the moment.
When Mina opened his eyes again, it was as if from a dream. He felt full. Safe. Cocooned in darkness. A pressure, like he imagined a womb must feel, surrounded him. As he felt his body awaken limb by limb, the pressure eased. Mina realized he was in the fetal position on his knees, and the womb had beenAnubis, on top of him, his body wrapped protectively around Mina, his cock still inside, held in place by the massive knot.
Slowly, the fullness started to abate, and Anubis’s deflating length released and left him. And then just as suddenly, Mina felt empty. Cold. Alone. He unwrapped himself and saw a human Anubis sitting back on his knees, a warm and contented glow in his eyes. Mina threw himself into Anubis’s arms, and the god caught him, wrapping him against his chest and pulling his legs around him until he was cradled like a child.
“It’s ok, mykianga.I have you. You are mine, and we are together forever now. I will protect you. I will love you. We will worship one another until the lake of fire drowns the world.”
The two stayed that way for what felt like days.
Anubis kissed Mina passionately. Stroked his face tenderly. The two made love again upon the shore. Mina was wild and desperate. Anubis mated with him again and again until the pair were sticky with sweat and come, delirious with lust and pleasure. The god pressed Mina against the acacia tree and came inside him over and over. Threw him onto his back so that his belly bulged. Mina straddled his god and lowered himself upon his engorged cock, the god’s arms around his waist, raising him up and pulling him down. Over and over, the two were tied together. Locked onto the god’s massive knot, cocooned around each other like the green growth inside a hard brown shell, aching to grow into something more.
