Volume One: Days 1-6
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Day One: Corruption
by Monroe Lehner (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard/)
Opening your camera, you scroll to that video for the hundredth time. Your pants are already growing tight around a monstrous erection as your heart pounds in anticipation.
As you hit play, you see yourself standing in a now-familiar landscape. You’re standing at the base of a tree, rotten and black, tainted with demonic corruption. It should be dead, yet it bears an abundance of pearlescent white fruit.
You watch yourself strain to pick one of the corrupted tree’s fruit – the biggest and plumpest of the bunch. As you present the specimen for the camera, turning it side to side, you can’t help but notice the faint purple glow emitting from its squishy flesh.
You take a bite. Rich, violet juices spurt out, staining your shirt. But you pay that no mind as you devour the delicious, sweet fruit. Captured on video, the effects are almost immediate. Your soft, pleasured moans grow deeper. Your formerly gentle eyes begin to change, irises turning purple as your sclera morph to a deep obsidian. Your pants are straining against a thick, veiny erection that’s harder than it’s ever been. You suck each finger clean as demonic horns begin to sprout from your skull.
As you watch your own transformation, you’re already panting with arousal. You can’t help but tear your pants off, exposing your oversized cock. It’s already drooling slick, silvery precum as it pulses in need. Your camera drops to the ground, forgotten in favour of more carnal desires.
One hand strokes your throbbing, needy shaft while the other fondles your ivory horns, revelling in their fearsome, razor-sharp structure. Before long, your swollen cock tip bumps your mouth and you begin to lap the precum that so eagerly leaks from your slit.
Gulping down your precum, both hands roam down to your heavy balls. You feel their weight; they’re so much heavier than before, sloshing with untold quantities of corrupted, demonic seed. Fondling your nuts and tonguing your slit, you’re definitely getting more limber as you bob up and down, and a few more inches pass your lips. Soon, you’ve got about half your dick in your mouth, sucking and lipping, eagerly swallowing every drop of polluted precum your body can muster. Before long, you feel your body tensing up as you begin to cum. You swallow several spurts, but eventually admit defeat as you pull off to breathe. As your rock-hard shaft jerks and spasms, you continue stroking its glistening length, coaxing out rope after rope of thick, black, tar-like semen.
Wherever your corrupted seed lands, it eagerly soaks into the soil and withers the grass around it. Your shirt and pants are stained, ashen and polluted like your body. As your orgasm draws to a close, your cock slowly begins to soften, but you know it won’t be long until it’s ready for another release.
As you enjoy the afterglow, your eyes roam down to your forgotten camera. You wonder if you can watch the video to completion this time, or if you’ll get distracted in the revelry of your own transformation yet again.
You glance up to the tree where you recorded the video, and this time, a devilish thought enters your mind. You may already be an incubus, but you know you can push your corrupted soul further. There’s an entire tree’s worth of fruit to enjoy, and you will eagerly embrace all the power it may bestow upon you.
Day Two: Glory Hole
by Monroe Lehner (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard/)
featuring Vidra (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/vidrakrem/)
and Flo (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flodragon/)
It’s just an hour, Vidra silently repeated to himself. One hour. Maybe no one will come, and at the end of the hour, you can collect your hundred bucks and leave.
Still, Vidra couldn’t help but let out a shiver as his fur bristled. How did I let them talk me into this? he asked himself – though he knew the answer as well as anyone. More than once, he’d shared his secret fantasy with friends, to set up camp at a glory hole and offer his maw for anyone who might want to use it.
Still, the snake/otter hybrid was surprised when his best friend had offered him a hundred dollars along with the sardonic cliché, “Don’t let your dreams be dreams!” And perhaps that financial grease was just the encouragement Vidra needed to go out and fulfil his fantasy, because it was later that very evening that he found himself stepping into a washroom well-known for its cruising culture.
As the hybrid stepped into the bathroom, he glanced around suspiciously. Even going so far to check under the toilet stall dividers, he let out a sigh of relief when he ascertained the room was empty. Stepping into the toilet stall on the far end, he was satisfied to find it pristinely clean aside from some graffiti scrawled across the walls, and a tell-tale hole carved into the divider between his stall and the next one over. He turned and clicked the lock shut.
Vidra had barely a moment to orient himself before he heard the bathroom door swing open and the sound of footsteps approaching. Closer and closer, the stranger strolled. Then he stepped into the stall right next to Vidra’s!
Shit, shit, the orange-furred hybrid thought to himself. What do I do?
After a second which felt like an hour, Vidra knelt down on the tile floor and slipped two long, clawed fingers through the hole, beckoning to the stranger and checking for interest. He had seen it in a porno before, though he really wasn’t sure it was a gesture people used in real life.
That’s why Vidra was almost surprised when he heard the sound of unzipping, and was greeted by the sight of a steadily-swelling shaft poking through the hole. As intimidating as the sight was, the snake-otter was equally excited. The growing shaft was clearly draconic in origin: light blue, with a defined, yet tapered head and myriad pleasant ridges running along both sides. It was light blue at the tip, almost white, but each emerging centimeter was darker than the last.
Vidra grasped the cock with black paw pads, fully encircling it to stroke up and down its length. Each time he thought it must have been fully hard, it throbbed again and grew a little larger, until finally, an impressive 10 inches of draconic dick were jutting into Vidra’s stall. Even the beginning swellings of a knot were faintly visible at the base of that long shaft, a promise of Vidra’s eventual reward if he worked hard enough.
“Wow,” the snake-otter murmured silently to himself. By this point, all self-consciousness had fled the hybrid, and he craned up to give the engorged tip of that shaft an appreciative lick. It pulsed, squeezing out a hearty dollop of precum in response. Vidra reached down to unbutton his own pants, beginning to stroke himself as he took the tip into his maw.
As Vidra bobbed up and down on that shaft, teasing its sensitive ridges with his black, forked tongue, he jerked off without shame, stroking his twin hemipenes with both hands. He slowly took more and more of the dragon’s cock into his maw until it bumped into the back of his throat. Adjusting his position, he began to deepthroat the cock and was swiftly rewarded with the sound of the stranger’s soft, pleasured moans.
Before long, Vidra was swallowing that large length to the knot. His lips bumped against the bulbous swell of the stranger’s knot each time he swallowed that cock. The knot was easily thicker than his wrist! Vidra thanked his reptilian heritage as he unhinged his jaw, swallowing the draconic shaft fully to its hilt.
Based on the increasing frequency and volume of the stranger’s groans, he had to be close. If that wasn’t enough, Vidra felt like he could bust his own load at any moment, he was so turned on! He redoubled his efforts, teasing that sensitive knot with his tongue as he swallowed and massaged the entire length. Finally, Vidra felt the cock throb mightily and begin to spurt deep in his throat, depositing the first of the stranger’s load directly into his stomach. All pretenses were gone as the stranger moaned orgasmically, the sound of masculine pleasure echoing throughout the bathroom.
With his “client” making so much noise, Vidra was as fearful of being caught as he was aroused. But the risk and thrill of public sex, and the joy of servicing such a delectable cock, quickly outweighed the fear of getting caught as Vidra’s own cocks began to twitch and throb, and he shot his own load across the floor, cum spurting from both his shafts.
With his knot slowly deflating, the dragon withdrew his cock through the glory hole. Wiping it clean, he stuffed it into his pants and unlocked the stall door, swiftly exiting the bathroom. Vidra’s friend Flo had a wide grin as he stepped out to meet the rest of their friend group.
“He’s still got 40 minutes in there. Who wants to go next?” the dragon asked his and Vidra’s friends with a smirk.
Day Three: Double Penetration
by Monroe Lehner (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard/)
High above the treetops, a solitary voice hummed a jaunty tune in the crisp autumn morning. Kass, the minstrel of Champions, was going about his morning chores. The Rito happily hung the day’s laundry to dry, taking care to separate out the garments of the Village’s most esteemed guest, the valiant knight Link. As Kass worked, he closed his eyes, enjoying the stillness of the early morning.
As his hummed melody came to an end, Kass took a moment to savour his peaceful surroundings. He listened keenly to a light breeze rustling countless leaves, far below. As he strained his hearing, though, Kass picked up on a most unusual noise piercing the stillness of the morn: a hushed, hurried whisper. It was coming from Champion Link’s bedquarters!
Heart racing, Kass forced himself to pause. Link was staying with Teba, and it was possible the two were merely talking with one another. But on the other hand, perhaps this observation was portent of something far more sinister. Could Kass truly live with himself if he allowed the Champion to be abducted – or worse?
There was no time for further hesitation. Kass rushed towards the source of the noise as quickly and quietly as he could manage, pausing only as the whispers grew clearer.
“Mmhh… Teba, what if someone hears us?” a husky voice murmured. To Kass’s shock, there was no mistake—that could only be the voice of Champion Link himself.
“Let them listen,” came the softly growled response. Teba’s familiar voice rose slightly: “In fact, I think we’ve already been spotted. Hello there, Kass.”
The Minstrel of Champions stepped forward, permitting himself a clearer view of Teba’s roost. Lying in the Rito warrior’s bed together, Teba was fully naked while Link was bottomless, wearing naught but his blue Champion’s Tunic. The bedsheets were strewn about their ankles, and if that wasn’t enough, Teba was pressed flush to Link’s backside while the Hylian boasted a firm, straining erection.
If Kass wasn’t already blushing furiously enough, Teba somehow managed to make the minstrel’s cheeks turn new and exciting shades of crimson when he proclaimed: “I was just about to give our champion a proper welcome to Rito Village. How would you like to help me out with that, Kass?” Gyrating his hips, his tapered pink shaft slid up along Link’s back, eliciting a shaky, subdued moan from the Hylian.
“Well, uh—I have dedicated my life in service of the Champion, and if Link desires it, then, um, I guess I could lend my, er, services…” Kass spluttered. Despite his apparent embarrassment, the bard’s pants told a different story, straining with barely-concealed arousal from the idea.
“C’mon, let’s get up,” Teba rumbled to Link, practically shoving the Hylian out of bed. “You’re gonna love this. Kass likes to act shy, but he’s the best hung Rito I’ve ever seen,” Teba explained with a salacious wink.
As Kass averted his gaze and stripped free of his clothes, Link could see Teba wasn’t exaggerating. Link had thought Teba’s seven-inch, tapered member was impressive compared to his own five-inch glory, but the bard’s half-turgid shaft must have been in excess of nine inches, and still growing! In no time at all, Kass was presenting a thick, black shaft that must have been wholly 11 inches long and thicker than Link’s own wrist, rising proudly above twin orbs that resembled large lemons in both colour and size.
“Help me lift him up and we’ll give him a warm welcome together,” Teba requested as he ran a hand along the Hylian’s exposed thigh.
Though Kass’s cock throbbed mightily at the idea, squeezing out a generous dollop of precum, he sounded more than a bit apprehensive as he asked, “Do you think he can take both of us together?”
“Oh, trust me, he’ll be fine. This little deviant was telling me about some of the toys he kept back in Hyrule Castle before the Great Calamity,” Teba asserted over Link’s fruitless protests.
As Kass assumed his position on the opposite side of Link, Teba began to lift one of Link’s legs. As Kass took the other, they hoisted the Hylian between them, lining their shafts up together.
Teba pressed his pink member against Kass’s black one, letting out a pleasant shiver. “Fuck, I always forget just how hung you are,” he complimented the larger Rito. Both males were leaking precum like crazy, and as they slowly lowered Link towards their tips, it was obvious their natural lubricant would more than suffice.
A hushed groan escaped Link’s lips as he closed his eyes, feeling two large cocks stretching him wide. Each millimeter spread his ass further as he sank down onto Kass’s humanoid shaft and Teba’s tapered one. He wrapped both arms around Kass’s broad chest as he relinquished control utterly to the two Ritos filling him.
Kass adjusted his position, wedging Link more firmly between Teba’s lithe, toned form and his own broad bulk. As they continued sinking into Link, it was surprisingly quickly that they felt Link bottoming out, stretching to take both males to the hilt. “You were right, he can take a lot,” Kass complimented as he and Teba worked out a rhythm, beginning to move Link up and down on their throbbing, leaking dicks.
Link was in bliss. He had rarely if ever been stretched so wide, and each time the two males’ cocks pushed past his prostate, his entire lower body tingled with electrifying pleasure. Before long, he was moaning louder and louder as he began to spurt cum in a hands-free orgasm. The Hylian’s five-inch shaft jerked and spasmed, spilling cum and staining both his own tunic and Kass’s feathers with the evidence of his bliss. His hole clenched weakly over the twin invaders stretching him so wide, but it was evidently enough as Teba began to thrust harder and faster.
Filling the little Hylian so thoroughly, and grinding against Kass’s thick cock, Teba couldn’t hold on much longer than Link. Within seconds, he was depositing his own load deep inside Link, filling the warrior with several days’ worth of pent-up seed.
Kass was the last to finish. As Teba’s cum lubricated his shaft, he thrusted deep into Link, softly panting and moaning all the while. To Kass’s surprise, he felt a beak pressing against his own as Teba’s tongue invaded his own maw. Kissing his fellow Rito with Link pinned between them, it wasn’t long until the larger bird’s balls were clenching up tight in their sac and his talons curled in pleasure as he spilled his own load, painting more of Link’s innards white.
As the three males slowly recovered from their respective climaxes, Teba was the first to speak. “I think that’s some fine hospitality we’ve shown our Champion,” he murmured with a smirk.
“Mmmhh…” Link agreed. “But I think my journey might keep me here several more days,” he cooed, licking his lips. “Surely your people do not end the hospitality on the first day?”
“Of course not,” Kass interjected. “The Rito people are here to serve our Champion, however he may desire.”
“Great to hear,” Link crooned before letting out a large yawn. “In that case, I could go for some breakfast. Then how about you show me how else you might show a Champion some hospitality.”
Teba and Kass shared a knowing glance as naught but the sound of birds chirping filled the air. “I certainly think that could be arranged,” Kass finally replied with a grin.
Day Four: Hypnosis
by Monroe Lehner (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard/)
Percival was this close to cracking it. That accursed dagger had dominated his thoughts and dreams for three weeks by this point, but he knew he could dispel its enchantment with just one more eve, perhaps two in the worst case.
Even now, the scholarly wolf found his thoughts drifting to the imprecated instrument when he should have been enjoying a well-deserved meal with the rest of the party. Oh, the celebrations would be so much sweeter if he could just solve this puzzle first. Hex removal was ordinarily a trivial task, but something about this enchantment seemed to elude even Percival’s mightiest efforts.
Just then, a meaty hand clapped itself on his shoulder, pulling the canine back to reality.
“Percy!” cried out a deep voice. The slight-of-frame wolf couldn’t help but jump under the sudden attention. It was Amral, a large crocodilian berserker – and possibly the most gregarious of the whole party. His breath reeked of spirits as he invited his lupine companion to partake in the evening’s festivities.
“I’ll join you all soon,” Percival assured his companion. “I just need one more night, maybe two at most, until I’ve solved this thing.” Before the reptile could protest, Percival was already rising to his feet and wrapping himself up in his cloak.
As the white wolf hurried out the door, Amral could only shrug. “Suit yourself,” he slurred as his sights turned to a particularly busty barmaid.
Retreating across the blustery winds of Svarhelm, Percival fought through flurries of snow as he made his way back to the inn his party had been using as a home base of sorts. With a curt nod to the innkeeper, he hurried up the stairs and locked himself away in his room. Jerking open the nightstand, he retrieved the item that had dominated his every thought, the whole day over.
Turning the dagger over and over in his hands, he admired its fine craftsmanship: the thin, indecipherable lettering etched across its blade, the precise balancing of its weight, and the impressively lustrous sapphire set at the base of its handle. Percival wasn’t quite sure when he had sat on the edge of his bed, but nonetheless, he brought the weapon closer to his appraising gaze, scrutinising the intricate symbols that adorned its surface. Though each time he felt close to making out one of the characters, the letters seemed to grow fuzzy and indistinct until Percival shook his head to clear the fog clouding his vision.
The wolf was certain he recognised some of these symbols, and yet each character summarily defied recognition, let alone identification. As Percival stared at the knife, frustrated with his lack of progress, he grew acutely aware that he was beginning to feel flush and overheated. Of course – he’d never taken off his cloak! He was still dressed in his heavy winter garb.
The wolf rose to his feet and began to disrobe. It was slowly, almost regretfully, that he laid the dagger down on his bed to free both hands. It was almost painful to be separated from the tool, even for the briefest of instants.
When Percival had hung his robe to dry, he returned to the dagger and lifted it into both hands with barely-contained glee. But something still was not right. He still was too hot. The meek wolf would ordinarily have been reticent to strip down further, even in the privacy of his own room. But today, he glanced around himself as he entertained the idea. The others were all still enjoying dinner. His room was empty.
With one hand resolutely gripping the dagger, the other began to peel his shirt off, exposing his slim, fluffy chest. The wolf paused for a moment, mindlessly groping along his chest and flat abdomen. He was not yet satisfied, though, as one hand deftly tugged down both his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, exposing his plump sheath and respectable balls to the cool air.
Gone were any hopes of identifying the dagger. He was content to bask in its comforting presence, to enjoy the warm glow it bestowed upon his very being. The wolf’s sole desire was to bring himself and the dagger even closer together.
In that moment, the canine grew vaguely aware of the pleasant tingling that had filled his groin at some point. Mindlessly, he lowered the dagger, nestling its handle down beneath his sheath, wedging its large sapphire in the area between his furred scrotum and his pulsing, throbbing sheath. Percival closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his deep red shaft growing harder.
Squeezing his sheath, his cock swelled larger, growing towards its full mast of seven inches. How could he have neglected his own body for so long? As he gently squeezed his sheath and the swelling knot within, he began to thrust against the dagger, squeezing it close with both hands. He might have worried over the risk of cutting himself, but he knew he was safe. No harm could come to him when this precious object was so close.
Percival stroked over and over, squeezing and groping as his knot swelled larger. His heart was pounding. He was drooling a constant trickle of salty precum, thick with need. His own musk flooded his sensitive canine nostrils. The scent of masculine need drove him closer to climax.
Eventually, bucking his hips forward into his own thrusting hands, his knot swelled to full arousal and he began to spurt his musk-laden, creamy seed across his own body, coating his chest, his furred belly, and of course, his dagger, in the evidence of his carnal bliss.
Percival brought the dagger to his lips. Carefully, hungrily, he licked clean first the blade, then the splendorous handle of the weapon, swallowing every drop of his own release. Percival resolved that he would need many more nights to unravel the mystery of this enchanted weapon.
Day Five: Abdominal Bulge
by Monroe Lehner (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard/)
featuring Cryo (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/coldwriting/)
Cryo could barely contain his excitement. He practically tore the pen away from the surprised postman, so desperate he was to sign for his delivery.
Receiving his pen back, and without so much as a glance at the signature, the delivery wolf shoved the parcel into the dragon’s impatiently waiting paws.
“Eager, ain’t ya?” the elderly wolf grumbled as he turned and shuffled back towards his truck.
“Thanks! I’ve been waiting all week for this. Have a great day!” Cryo called out as he turned around, shutting the door with his long, grey tail. The dragon was practically dancing through his apartment as he made his way to his bedroom.
“Hey, my new Bryce finally arrived!” he texted his friend, Monroe.
”Oh, that’s awesome! First thoughts? Have you tried it yet?” came the reply.
Cryo set his phone down, grabbing the box cutter from his desk. He deftly sliced the parcel open, and a second later, he was hefting an immense, dark blue dildo out of the box. The thing was as thick as his thigh! Not only that, it was longer than his arm, from elbow to fingertips. Shifting its weight from one hand to the other, the slender dragon felt his cheeks reddening. Was he really going to take all of this? He'd been training for weeks, but to see his newest toy in all its ass-destroying glory was another matter altogether.
Cryo wasn’t certain quite how long he stood there admiring the heft of his new toy, but eventually he grabbed his phone, quickly typing back: ”It’s huge. I just can’t get over how heavy it is. If you wanna see me take it, we could do a call?”
”Sure, I’ll be right on.”
And so, minutes later, Cryo was chatting with his lizard friend, holding the massive blue toy up to his webcam and comparing it to his arm.
Monroe let out an appreciative whistle. “Damn, that’s almost as big as I am,” he teased with a smirk.
“Oh hush, you,” Cryo admonished with a laugh. After a brief pause, he offered, “So… Want to see if it fits?”
“I’d love to,” the lizard replied. “And actually, I bet a lot of your followers would too. It’s been a couple weeks since your last show. How about you take it for a test ride live on stream?”
“That’s a great idea!” the ice drake replied. “Alright, give me 20 minutes to get set up, then we’ll go live.”
The following minutes were a whirlwind of cleaning and last-minute preparations, but before he knew it, Cryo was posing in naught but his trademark pink hoodie, checking his webcam’s angle. And then he was broadcasting live.
“Hey everyone, hope you’ve been well. I just got the new XL Bryce, and I thought you all would like to see me ‘review’ it,” the cobalt-furred dragon explained with a chuckle. “So without further ado…” he murmured as he squirted a generous helping of lubricant over the obscene toy.
Raising his tail, the dragon lifted his ass until he could position the toy’s tip against his eagerly waiting hole. Using both hands to steady the massive spire, he began to slowly lower himself down. The dragon mounted the pressure higher and higher until he finally, blissfully felt the toy begin to sink into his tight rear.
“Oh fuck, wow… That’s… a lot,” he panted as he reached around to stroke himself, keeping his cobalt shaft nice and hard as he bobbed on the huge toy. The dragon slowly took more, inches of the extra-large dildo sinking into his well-trained hole.
“Hah, gosh…” he moaned out as the toy’s girth pressed against his prostate. He didn’t stop, though, determined to fit as much of the toy as he could.
”..Wow, is he going to fit it all?!”
”this is so HOT”
”love listening to your moans”
Chat messages poured in as donations pinged across the screen, all from fans eager to fund new toys for Cryo to stream with.
“So full…” Cryo moaned as he reached down to feel his belly bulging from the sheer quantity of silicone he’d taken. As the dragon turned to give his viewers a look, he rubbed his belly, showcasing the impressive bulge the toy was making through his slim abdomen. As the drake bobbed up and down on his newest, biggest toy, he gradually took the last few inches to hilt it to its balls. The bulge in his belly was obscene by this point, and it turned Cryo on just as much as the sensations of taking such a massive dildo.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” he groaned out. But it was too late. His orgasm had snuck up on him, taking him by surprise as he idly stroked his shaft and massaged the bulge of that massive toy. White-hot ropes of cum spurted from his throbbing cock, painting the carpet of his room.
“Nnnhh… Fuck… I think that’s all for today, boys. I should get cleaned up,” the drake murmured as he reached up to his laptop. “As always, thanks for tuning in!”
Day Six: Muscle Worship
by Monroe Lehner (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/monroethelizard/)
You might expect the god of the afterlife to be a rather grim fellow – perhaps he’d be a rather morose soul, inordinately fixated on the doom and gloom of death and mortality. You may think him a Grim Reaper-esque figure, as silent as he is severe. Or maybe he’s a more like Hades, as cold and stern as he is fair and just.
How wrong you would be. The true god of the afterlife could not be further from such dour depictions. Anubis, whose charge is to ferry the souls of the dead to the afterlife, serves as a beacon of hope. He is the protector of tombs, the embalmer of the dead, the guider of souls, and the weigher of hearts. Anubis brings the promise of respect and justice after death, and remains an ever-popular figure across the mortal realm. Yet his renown is not restricted to those who roam the mortal plane. Anubis is perhaps the most popular god within the deific realm as well.
Today, I will tell a tale that takes place in a world beyond our own. I aim to recount but some of the exploits of Anubis and his encounters with Sobek, crocodilian protector of the Nile and anointer of fertility.
It must have been the hottest day of the year. Sobek had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position. ”Maybe a cool bath is all I need to cool off,” he thought to himself as he flipped his pillow for the thirtieth time that evening.
Slowly, the crocodile rose to his feet. He let out a large yawn, scratching an itch on the modest paunch he carried about his midsection. The reptilian god plodded across the palace towards the royal bath chambers. Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes, he leisurely removed the sole garment he’d worn to bed – a simple white loincloth, which did little to conceal why he was deemed the God of Fertility.
As Sobek hung his loincloth at the entrance to the baths, he finally grew aware that he was not alone in the bath chambers this eve! A familiar form had his back to the crocodile, steadily scrubbing himself to a glistening sheen; a certain black-furred god of death also had the idea to take a bath tonight.
Sobek wasn’t sure how long he stood, admiring the powerful angles and crevices of Anubis’s body—tracing the curves of his round deltoids, the flare of his lats, the swollen power of his thick glutes… He nearly jumped out of his skin when a deep voice rumbled, “Good evening, Sobek.”
“Anubis! How long have you known I was watching?” the croc yelped out in surprise.
“Not too long. I heard your footsteps approach just a few moments ago,” the jackal replied as he turned around.
As Sobek admired his fellow god, he couldn’t stifle the small gasp that involuntarily escaped his throat. It had been far too long since he’d seen Anubis in the nude – some hundreds of years, by his best recollection. While the gods were not puritanical by any means, it had simply been many moons since the occasion had last come up for him and Anubis to lay together.
Seeing Anubis in the nude, Sobek had to wonder if the jackal shouldn’t have been a contender for the title of Fertility God! Nestled beneath a plump sheath, between burly thighs, he possessed testicles that might have rivalled anyone but the God of Fertility; each one was easily larger than its owner’s fists. It was no wonder the jackal was so buff, with such hefty orbs pumping untold quantities of testosterone throughout his body! The crocodile was all but certain Anubis hadn’t been nearly so hung the last time they slept with one another.
Ever forthright, Anubis broke the silence. “I see you’re admiring my recent gains, Sobek. Well, I was just about done in the bath anyway, if you wanted to get better acquainted with my body,” he offered with a sly wink.
“Oh, King Ra above! You know I would love that,” the crocodile growled, breaking into a toothy grin. His thick flaccid shaft was already twitching with arousal as he watched his mammalian friend slowly rise from the water and begin towelling off.
“Perfect, you can accompany me to my quarters,” Anubis offered. While Sobek pulled his loincloth back on, he was surprised to see Anubis venturing out of the bath chambers with just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He’d evidently come to bathe without a single shred of clothing on his body.
Trotting along behind his friend, Sobek could barely conceal his excitement. His thick, reptilian tail swayed side-to-side in excitement as he strolled through the palace with his favourite black-furred hunk. Soon enough, the duo arrived to Anubis’s bedchambers. With a single wave of Anubis’s hand, several candles flickered to life around the room.
“Now, where were we, Sobek…?” the jackal rumbled, letting his towel drop unceremoniously. Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, he continued. “I think you were admiring my physique?” he purred.
“Lie back and let me do all the work, big guy,” the crocodile replied, stripping free of his own cloth. As Anubis obligingly positioned himself spread-eagle upon the bed, Sobek crawled up between his thighs.
“Mmm… You’ve truly got the body of a god, Anubis,” Sobek rumbled as he grasped those swollen biceps in both clawed hands. Feeling their warmth, their potent strength, he couldn’t help but imagine the dominance they could exert, pinning him down, pushing his face down into the bed… The reptilian god was rock hard and throbbing, just from worshipping Anubis’s powerful arms. Beneath him, Sobek heard his companion sigh in pleasure, clearly enjoying his reverent ministrations.
Those roaming hands next moved up to Anubis’s incredibly firm, rounded shoulders. The jackal’s huge deltoids cast an impressive silhouette, endowing him with a masculine breadth few could dream of, let alone achieve. Those shoulders, nestled against thick, corded traps, drew Sobek’s attention towards the jackal’s powerful neck – how it swooped majestically down to his collar, and led into the croc’s favourite muscle group: the pecs.
Pressing against those thickly muscled pillows, Sobek felt his cock beginning to leak precum. As he grinded against Anubis’s broad thighs, he squeezed and rubbed across every inch of those thick slabs of muscle that jutted so proudly from Anubis’s chest. Encouraged by the soft moans of approval he was eliciting, the crocodile began to pinch and tweak the jackal’s small, perky nipples.
“Mmmhh, Sobek, just like that… Please, keep enjoying my powerful body,” Anubis cooed as he reached down to grasp his cock along with the crocodile’s slightly larger one. Gripping both in one powerful hand, he began to slowly jerk both males’ generous shafts, utilising their bountiful precum to lubricate his strokes.
“Gladly, my god,” Sobek murmured as he adjusted positions. Locking his lips around one of Anubis’s nipples, he sucked and licked the sensitive nub while his hands roamed across the jackal’s abs, feeling the densely-packed strength within each cobblestone muscle and tracing the deep valleys between.
As Sobek worshipped Anubis’s body, he closed his eyes and his thoughts began to wander. Anubis had grown so large, so powerful, so masculine, in no small part thanks to the recent growth of his nuts… Sobek’s lust-addled mind desired nothing but to help the god of death grow even stronger. There was indeed one way he could help his fellow god grow bigger, stronger, and more powerful.
Thinking of Anubis’s package, he grasped the erotic energy swirling throughout the room. Sobek concentrating his power on the jackal’s package, that knotted shaft frotting so eagerly with his own. With every thrum of the jackal’s heart, the God of Fertility felt his companion’s cock and balls throb slightly larger, more fertile, and more potently virile. Anubis seemed to notice the difference as well, as his stroking grew more wild and frenzied. His cock was both longer and thicker than Sobek’s now, and his balls heavier and more potent.
It was not long until Anubis was biting his lower lip, crying out in ecstasy as he shot jets of white-hot cum across his own body and Sobek’s. Sobek leaned down to meet Anubis’s lips, muffling his fellow god’s climactic cries as the pair kissed. Reaching down to deliver the last few strokes to his own shaft, Sobek began to spill his own potent seed across the jackal’s body, his entire body shaking and quivering from the intensity of his orgasm.
Nearly a full minute later, panting from exhaustion and lust, the crocodile slowly pulled back from the kiss. Anubis scooted to the side, allowing Sobek a place to rest in his bed.
“You know I felt that, Sobek,” the jackal murmured. “I didn’t know you wanted me even larger, but I will gladly accept your gift.”
Lying on his back, Sobek wrapped one arm around Anubis, pulling him close. “Good, for I shall offer you my blessing as many times as you desire. I strive to see you flourish,” he replied with a grin.
“Is that so? Then I suspect your bed might grow quite cold in the coming weeks, old friend,” Anubis noted with a wry grin.
“So long as I may enjoy the fruits of my labours,” Sobek said, stifling a yawn. “But for now, let us recharge our strength. Maybe I will even accompany you to work out in the morning.”
“Please. I think it would be quite appropriate for the God of Fertility to possess a body fine-tuned for such bestial encounters,” Anubis agreed.
With a nod, Sobek turned to his side, wrapping both arms tightly about Anubis. Anubis turned as well, happy to let his old friend spoon him as the two slowly drifted to a peaceful slumber.
End