Page 130 of In Doubt
In the distance lies the temple of Isis. They strain their eyes to see, but it is too far, and it will be long into the night before they reach their destination.
They can smell her though, the omega, the sweet tang of her scent alive on their tongues. She’s in heat. Waiting for them. Waiting for her pack of alphas to mate her, breed her, claim her.
They growl, their feet carrying them swiftly along the sacred pathway with ease, the heavens morphing crimson then purple and finally a blue so dark it is almost black.
Soon the temple greets them, crowned by the bright stars in the sky. They pound on the door with their fists, demanding to be admitted.
She cries out softly in response and they push open the great doors, climb through the sacred doorway, passing deeper and deeper inside the temple’s belly, finding her lain out on her back, her thighs glistening with her slick.
Waiting for them.
Around her a hundred candles flicker and her richly brown skin looks almost golden.
She is a goddess, so sacred they barely dare look at her.
But they can’t resist. She is too beautiful. Too sweet. So ripe.
They fall to their knees, lay before her feet their offerings. Offering themselves.
They are not worthy of her.
And yet she accepts them, accepts them all. Her alphas. Her pack. Binding them together through the days of their lives, and beyond, into the eternity of the afterlife.
~~The End~~
