“Yes?”
“I-I, uhh…”
“All will be well, young Nakht,” He said it so assuredly, but how could I believe that?
When Anubis rolled me over with the same effortlessness as before, there was no hiding the upright curve of my cock. I couldn’t tell if he noticed right away, for he adjusted me to lie upon the slanted headrest once more and then started back at my feet.
This time, Anubis alternated when washing and caressing each leg—foot then foot, shin then shin—but as he worked higher, I felt the moment when his piercing stare reached my shame.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, turning my head.
“And why is that?” The low growl of his voice coaxed my attention forward again.
He hadn’t stopped washing or massaging my legs, knee then knee, thigh then…thigh. When he got there, he skirted around the drape of my cock to wash up my stomach. He continued faster, wiping over my nipples and neck and down each arm, all much swifter than the rest, until returning beneath my hips, like he knew I could not bear to wait any longer.
But no. What was happening?
“Wai—”
He drew the cloth over my sac and up the length of me, and I pressed my head into the table with a cut off cry. “Yes? You havesomething to say?” he asked, dropping the cloth with a plunk into the unseen basin, but not so he could stop. He returned his hands to either crease between my thighs and hips andsqueezed.
“Ah!” I bucked up, like I had wanted to grind into the table. “Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, as he slid his hands inward, thumbs finding my tender-skinned pouch and the base of my shaft.
“Is this not what you want?”
“I-I—”
“Your body seems to.” He dragged his thumbs up either side of my curving flesh.
“I-is this my test?” I blurted. “To ask you to stop?”
“No,” he answered plainly. “Though should you tell me to, I will.” He dragged his thumbs back down again with the same tender pressure. “This is part of your temptation, but you are allowed to reach completion without risk of failing.”
“Why?” I asked, for that confused me, even more with my mind drifting on a cloud of budding bliss. “Is this what I will face with all the gods?”
“In part.” He drew his hands from me, and I instantly craved their return. “For one question each of us wonders is…”
“What?”
“Whether you love Meryt with all your heart or only your body.”
“I—”
“Youwill have to prove which is true and resist should any of us wish to keep you.”
“Keep—”
Anubis tilted my chin up with his claws. Then the claw of his long pointer finger tapped my lower lip. I opened my mouth in reflex, and he slid his finger inside along my tongue. He tasted of sweet spices similar to how he smelled, like the importedcardamon I had tasted in some of the treats at Pharaoh’s banquets.
He began to move the finger in and out of my mouth, and I instinctively started sucking. The little hairs of his fine fur tickled my tongue, while his other hand coiled around my shaft and began to stroke.
“Ngnn…” I moaned around his finger. His earlier cleansing and massaging of me had left my body heightened and responsive to even the barest brush, but to feel his soft-furred touch up my shaft and along my dripping head was like no sensation I had ever known before.
I whined again in want to speak.
Anubis pulled his finger free and tapped my lip again.
“Yes?”
