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Fem!Reader X Anubis

Word Count: 11,431 Explicit: Yes Warnings: Death, murder, abuse mention, knotting.

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The Hall of Truth. The domain of the gods of Egypt. Where the fates of many souls were determined, weighed for their merit and for their truth. The Weighing of the Heart and Soul. The ritual was a communal one, but it was Anubis’s scale that determined the fate of mortals that arrived in these Halls.

One such mortal was you. As you were walked towards his scales in the Luminous Halls, the God of Death tilted his chin up at you. His expression was neutral, but his interest was piqued. There was something…innately interesting about humans and he couldn’t help but take them in every time one walked into his Halls.

His daughter, Qebhet, walked you to him, kindly offering you a bowl of fresh water as you approached as she always did when a new soul walked through the Hall. The serpent woman’s bright scales glittered like a thousand stars were embedded into the surface of the luminous moon.

She was beautiful, just like her mother. A woman who was now residing beyond the Hall where she belonged in the Afterlife.

And now, here you stood in white robes. A sure sign that your life was not a long-lived one. Anubis couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at the thought of such a thing. It’s not as though he wasn’t used to seeing it. The world was chaotic and life could be cruel. Mortals could only exist at the whims of nature’s hand.

But that didn’t make it any less disappointing to see lives that could have burned so brightly snuffed out before they could properly start.

And here you stood, guided here by Qebhet’s kindness and standing before your Judge, Anubis. The Black Jackal. God of Death, Mummification, the Afterlife, and Patron God of the Lost and the Helpless.

Surrounding him was Thoth - the Ibis God of Wisdom, Writing, Magic, the Moon, and Equilibrium – and Osiris - Lord of the Underworld and Judge of the Dead.

And Anubis’s father.

So, even though the Scales that weighed your heart and soul belonged to him, his Father had the final say on whether you could join your people in the Afterlife.

A small fact that annoyed him, but it was the way things were. After all, no one contested the King.

As you stood before him, you knew what you must do. It was unmistakeable. You knew your fate when your father stormed into your room, furious. When he began to choke you and you couldn’t stay conscious.

Your father had killed you…but why?

You looked so lost. Anubis could recognize that expression on your elegant face in an instant. You died suddenly. Without warning and without knowledge. It was a death that was done to you by someone else.

Anubis couldn’t help but take pity on you and you hadn’t even appealed to the scales, yet.

Kneeling before you, hoping to offer you a sense of comfort and security, the God of Death took your hand in his and spoke gently to you. “You have arrived in the Hall of Truth. You have served your people faithfully and now you kneel before the Scales. Your Heart and Soul will be weighed and judged…and your place in the Underworld will be determined.”

You nodded. You were afraid, of course. And confused. But you were ready. So brave despite how lost you were.

“Bear your heart so that the Gods may bear witness and the Scales can judge you accordingly.” Anubis said to you, gently. Softly. Kindly.

You knew what you needed to do. Your phrases. Thoth stood prepared with his papyrus, ready to record the ceremony. And you recited them from your heart. You were innocent. You had never done anything wrong. You hadn’t even married anyone, yet.

So why…why did your father kill you?

There was so much uncertainty in you. And yet, from your soul, you gave Anubis your heart for him to weigh on the scale. Even before weighing it, the God could tell that you would pass. But there was something about you that made him want to know more. Mostly because clearly…you didn’t. And some part of him felt that you were owed that information.

Ani Ba sat comfortably on the scale, the routine familiar. Sure enough, just as he suspected, your heart was lighter than the feather on the scale. You were allowed to proceed into the Underworld and you were spared from the jaws of the demon, Ammit.

Taking your heart from the scale, Anubis gave it back to you. “You may proceed. Speak your peace, if you have one to make. Your voice is heard, here.”

You swallowed, hesitant. Was this really it? Of course, you were honoured. But…was this really right? There was so much that didn’t make sense. So much that didn’t add up. “My name is (Name).” You started, hands clasped together, your gaze towards Osiris. “I don’t know why exactly I’m here. I…I lived a good life. I was loyal and faithful and kind. I lived a normal life a woman like me would live. But…my father killed me. And I don’t know why.”

You looked around at the deities around you for any sort of answer. “Do you?”

Anubis was not cruel. He was certainly weak, however. Your pleas tugged at the strings of his divine heart and he could only do his duty. After all, he was the God of Lost Souls. It was his job to guide them. And you certainly needed that guidance, now.

Standing up, Anubis took you by the hand and looked towards his father and towards Thoth. His request was clear on his face. “My lords?” He asked, gaze fixed on the ibis god. “It is only fair that we grant her request. She is lost.”

Thoth hummed as he considered Anubis’s query. “She is certainly lost, but some answers only create more forks in the path.” He cautioned. “And answers do not necessarily translate to finding one’s way forward.”

He heard the elder god’s words of warning, but Anubis wouldn’t relent. This was his domain and he would not be prevented from fulfilling it. “I understand, wise one.” He replied calmly. “But it is my solemn duty to grant her request as her patron.”

“He is right to demand those answers in his duty to guide the lost.” The voice of Nehemetawy could be heard from beside Thoth. The woman’s eyes were kind as she regarded you, warm and enveloping. “She is in need. Would it not be cruel to deny her the answers she cannot get otherwise? The poor girl cannot prosper in the Afterlife if she remains ignorant.”

Another woman on Thoth’s arm looked you over, eyebrows raised in thought. “The answers she seeks I can provide.” Seshat offered, glancing up at her husband softly. “They would be written on the sacred tree…I can show her the truth she yearns for.”

You looked up at the pantheon, hoping they would grant you mercy and take pity on you. You could feel Anubis squeezing your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

Osiris was staring down at you, the noble and divine pharaoh deliberating on the decision before he raised his hand, the crook within it cementing his decision. “You may accompany her to the persea tree, my son.” The King decreed. “Thoth, allow your wife to guide Anubis and this lost soul to the tree so that she may pass on in peace and with a clear conscience.”

Without question, Thoth bowed in respect to Osiris. “Of course, My King.”

Stepping forward, Seshat took the canine god’s other hand in hers and looked towards you sagely. “Right this way, (Name).”

Obediently, you followed. You were in the good graces of your gods and you would be in no position to disrespect them. Especially after being so kind and merciful to you in your hour of dire need.

Gracefully, Seshat walked, her white robes and headdress flowing behind her as though she was walking into a desert wind. As they left the Hall, the walls began to be lined with books. People and other deities were studying them. This holy space was heavily populated. After all, your people’s pantheon was quite large. There were over 2000 gods and goddesses.

And for someone who had never looked at or laid with a man or woman, you couldn’t help but take notice of the way Anubis was holding your hand as he followed the goddess through the library.

Many halls and staircases surrounded you, all lined with generations and thousands of years of knowledge. You couldn’t imagine that this was all the knowledge of the past. With the divine powers the gods held, there had to be tomes here from the future. It was the only thing that could possibly be this expansive and infinite.

Was such knowledge a blessing or was it a curse? You could only guess. After all, you were only mortal. What was a blessing for the gods may most certainly be a curse for you.

Throughout the halls, you marveled. Your eyes were wide and you barely had any time to take it all in. Anubis couldn’t help but be enamoured by your natural curiosity. There was something just…so innocent about you. So pure. And it showed in the way you looked at the world. The way you looked at his world.

Soon enough, after many halls and corridors, Seshat led the two of you to the large room with the great persea tree. This room was less like a library and more like an atrium. The ceiling was made entirely of glass panes and a bright holy light filtered through it and the leaves of the great tree. You had never seen a sight so beautiful.

The goddess in white led you to sit beneath the tree, drawing a circle around you and directing you to sit directly in front of her. “The tree will give you the answers you seek.” She said with certainty. “But I must warn you…you may not find them comforting. Just as my husband said, finding your answers will not necessarily guarantee that you will find your way. And it won’t guarantee that it will alleviate the listlessness you feel.”

You nodded. You knew this could be true. After all, you were only yourself. What you knew was only what you could know.

After all…there couldn’t be a good reason you father murdered you. “I’m ready.”

With a nod and a wave of her hand, the fallen leaves surrounding you began to swirl around you. Anubis was no stranger to the magic of his fellow deities, but it did not lessen its impact when he was a witness to it. They truly were fantastical things.

From the flurry, a few of the tree’s leaves fluttered down to rest in Seshat’s hands. As she held them, she began to recognize them properly. After all, every action done by every human was recorded on these leaves by her. She wouldn’t be able to recognize one in the hundreds and thousands she recorded, but upon laying her eyes upon the leaves that held your story, recognition flashed before hers.

And not just because she recorded them herself.

“Your father killed you because you were not his daughter.” She told you plainly with finality.

You blinked at her, eyes wide as you froze in fear. You…weren’t his daughter? “What do you mean?” You asked.

“Your mother was unhappy in her marriage and you came from another man’s loins.” Seshat explained in further detail. “Your mother was preparing to escape and leave with you after your father discovered the truth, but it was too late. He killed you before she could get to you.”

Worlds felt like they were crashing down on you. All along, you looked up to him as your father. He was never anything else to you than your father. You loved him. And he loved you. He raised you with grace and dignity and he never treated you as anything less than his daughter that he loved so dearly.

To think that it could all fall away so easily…that your father could change so quickly that he could kill you…

It was unthinkable. The shock was enough to make you go numb, but that would wear off. And the weight of the revelation would stick with you.

Anubis could see it in your eyes. Inevitably, Thoth was right. The answers you received only served to make you more lost. But in hearing your story, he felt gripped by an immense sense of empathy. You deserved better than this.

But he couldn’t dwell on that. You were a lost soul and it was his duty to guide you. There were no further answers for you, here. As the leaves settled around you once again, Anubis reached down to gently brush your shoulder, offering his hand for you to take. “Come with me, (Name).” He urged softly.

Looking up at him, you did as he asked. He was you anchor in this strange world and in the chaos that was your dawning sense of realization, he was the only thing keeping you tethered. Keeping you sane.

Turning his canine head towards the goddess, he bowed his head. “Thank you, Seshat.” He said reverently. “Your help is appreciated.”

Nodding, Seshat remained in place beneath the persea tree. “Go with purpose.”

Gently pulling you up to your feet, the God of Death guided you through the library halls. He ignored the prying eyes of many in it. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for gods to have multiple consorts.

One of which being Anubis’s cousin, Sobek, son of Set. Crocodile-headed God of the Nile, Fertility, and Crocodiles. He was married, but he was also known for having many consorts, both well-known and obscure. He was also known as the Lord of Semen.

He was a bombastic presence in contrast to Anubis’s more quiet and reserved thoughtful nature. Sobek was more erratic and…animalistic. He could be erratic and unpredictable and even violent, much like his father. It was why he was a powerful military presence.

But surprisingly, despite the…bad blood between their fathers, Sobek and Anubis got along decently. At least…when Anubis was in the right mood for it. The virile crocodile god could be quite a lot to deal with and the jackal god needed enough mental energy to properly spend time with him.

The hungry gaze Sobek was fixing him with as he guided you away and out of the library made Anubis’s hackles raise. Despite maintaining the stoic expression on his face, he didn’t like the look his cousin was giving you. Whether it meant he was interested in having you in his bed like another of his consorts or whether he thought that was what Anubis’s intentions were.

Tilting his snout up at the crocodile god, Anubis made his way out of the library, still holding you gently by the hand.

But Anubis did not lead you back to the Hall of Truth. You were still too lost to enter the Underworld. His job was to still guide you.

So, instead, he decided to take you outside to the River of Stars.

You were confused, but you allowed him to take you. The divine realm was such a marvelous place. Going from the brightest and warmest day in the atrium of the persea tree to the coolest and clearest night, the sky dotted with scattered diamonds and clouds of the universe.

And before you was the clearest river you had ever seen, reflecting the night sky infinitely and forever.

You could get lost in the depths of its beauty eternally, but Anubis was kind enough to direct your attention away so that you didn’t. His black fur blended in so well with the darkness surrounding the two of you that the only thing that stood out was his bright yellow eyes.

Eyes that held you warmly. And kindly. “May I speak freely, (Name)?”

You nodded.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Anubis kept a hold on your hand. “It does not matter where you came from.” He said quietly. “Your parentage does not determine who you are. And it is no fault of yours for the sins of your parents.”

You swallowed, looking down at your hand. “For my mother laying with another man…”

“No.” Anubis replied firmly, reaching to brush your face with a finger, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze with a claw. “For your father’s betrayal.”

You were confused. You shook your head. “But he’s not my father. Your goddess said so.”

“He may not be by blood, but he was by virtue.” Anubis insisted, his voice firm but still kind. There was a wisdom and weight to his words as he spoke to you. “He raised you. He took the role as your father and it is he who was responsible to you. He killed you for actions that were not your own. You were innocent. A victim. Your father betrayed you by allowing his anger to cloud his judgement and then murdered his daughter. The woman he had raised since birth. It was your father that committed a great sin. I am certain that when he meets his end, his heart will be devoured. I cannot imagine that his heart will weigh lighter than the feather. After all, no mortal can bluff my Scales.”

Every word he spoke, you held onto. It was as if the kindness he treated you with was keeping you warm in the cool nightscape that stretched around you infinitely. No man had ever looked at you the way he did. It made you feel warm in ways you had never known and the casual physical intimacy only made you feel even warmer.

You glanced away, smiling softly. “You’re…very kind, My Lord.”

Anubis hummed in idle amusement. “I am the God of Death.” He replied matter-of-factly. “It is my duty to be kind. To be fair. To be gentle. I am a guide. It would not bode well for my work if I weren’t so.”

What a surprisingly humble god. You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think it’s just your duty.” You remarked. “You just…have a calm energy. It’s part of who you are. Even if who you are is your duty. You would have to be fit for the job to have it to begin with, wouldn’t you?”

How insightful. For someone as innocent and lost as you were, you were surprisingly wise. “I suppose you’re right.”

A moment of quiet stretched between you two, admiring the divine scenery before you. Anubis had much he wanted to say, but couldn’t. He empathized with you and you were still lost…perhaps what you needed was a companion.

Someone who understood.

“Gods are not immune to acts of sin.” Anubis admitted, still holding your hand in his.

You tilted your head at the black jackal god curiously. “Pardon?”

His ear flicked in your direction, glancing back to you with his bright eyes. “Gods.” He repeated. “We are not immune to sinful and unjust actions.” Perhaps he was biased, but…he had his own story to tell. “Osiris is my father, but His wife was not my birth mother. Nephthys was the woman who birthed me. Set’s wife. She disguised herself as Isis and tricked Him into laying with her. So, she gave birth to me and then abandoned me. She was…fearful of what her husband would do if he discovered her betrayal. So, she abandoned me as a babe.

“But Isis did discover the truth, and…she took me. Raised me as her son. There was no judgement. None. She did not blame myself nor Osiris. Nor did she persecute Nephthys for what she had done. She only took me and raised me as her son. Without discrimination or treating me any differently. As far as I’m concerned, she is my mother. She voluntarily took the role.

“Set, however…did discover the truth.” Anubis lamented, shaking his head. “It’s part of the reason he killed Osiris. Granted, Set was always resentful of his brother, but that’s beside the point. My mother…being the loving and devoted goddess she was…searched for Osiris’s body and found Him. She brought Him back to life long enough for her to have His son. My younger brother, Horus the Younger, God of the Sun and Patron God of the Pharaoh. Not to be confused with Horus the Elder, Set and Osiris’s brother and God of the Sky. My mother did not raise him the way she raised me. She raised my brother Horus at a distance for his safety, only allowing him to return once he was grown. But my father could not stay in the world of the living, and so moved on and became king of the Underworld. So, it became my duty to guard His tomb and His sarcophagus.

“After some time, my brother Horus, now grown, wound up defeating Set.” Anubis leaned back. “He was banished from the land for the chaos he had unleashed, and my brother and my mother ruled over the land until their deaths.”

You listened intently. You weren’t entirely sure if it was common for Anubis to get personal like this. Sure, you’ve heard some of these stories and more yourself. But it was…different getting it like this. It was different hearing these stories from Anubis’s perspective. But a soft smile crept on your face as you listened. “Your mother sounds like a very kind woman.”

It was such an…oddly mundane compliment. Many who worshipped his mother often complimented her beauty and her grace. They only ever saw her as a towering goddess. Yes, she was a goddess of many things good and benevolent, they saw her as that. A goddess.

But you…spoke about her like she was an ordinary person. And you said it so softly. So genuinely. Anubis couldn’t help but smile at you. “I’m sure she would appreciate the compliment.”

Another moment of quiet stretched between you. Anubis wasn’t going to be the first to end it. After all, he was guiding you. You were the one who was in charge. You would know when you were ready to go.

He could sense your hesitance as you spoke up. “Do…we have to go back soon?” You asked timidly.

The God of Death wasn’t about to deny you his presence. Whether that was out of necessity or just because he found your company pleasant, he wasn’t quite sure. But regardless, he was at your mercy. At your beck and call. “You can stay as long as you need to before you’re ready to move on.” He said gently to you. “I’m here for as long as you need me to be.”

For hours, you talked. Just engaged in idle conversation. Learning more about each other. But more and more, Anubis was realizing his mistake. He shouldn’t be getting so personal and attached to you, but…he couldn’t help it. And besides. You were already here in the afterlife. It wasn’t like you had anything to go back to.

And here, time was meaningless. In the realm of the divine, the past, present, and future all existed at once. Souls poured in by the hundreds, but every single one got their own Weighing of the Heart and Soul specifically because time did not flow here as it did in the living world. So, even if Anubis were to be absent, he wouldn’t be late. He wouldn’t be neglecting anyone.

Besides…he couldn’t remember being so enamoured with someone since Anubis first married Anput, sister to King Narmer. Qebhet’s mother. The woman had long since passed on into the afterlife while Qebhet stayed with her father, serving as a guide to spirits and leading them to the Hall of Truth just as Anubis was a guide to the lost. It made him incredibly proud to have such a wonderful daughter to a wonderful woman.

And when he spoke with you and spent time with you…you reminded him of her. In the sense that you stirred the same feelings Anput once did. And in doing so, made him realize just how painfully lonely he had been.

Time had no meaning in this world, and you wanted to go back to the library. After all, if there was still time before passing on into the Afterlife, it was only fair to enjoy the time before. Expanding one’s knowledge in the most comprehensive cosmic library that existed.

But while you were buried in the books, Anubis was focused on you. He was taking in all of your subtleties in your existence. The way your brows furrowed and your lips pursed when you concentrated, the way you held the next page before you would turn it, how easily your thoughts could be read on your face. He found it all incredibly fascinating.

And it seemed he wasn’t exactly being all too subtle about it.

“It is not like you to stay at such a distance, brother.” A familiar voice said from beside Anubis, just out of earshot of you.

Raising an eyebrow at the falcon god, the jackal god gave him a polite and welcoming nod. “And it isn’t like you to approach first, Horus.”

His brother chuckled warmly. “Well, one’s nature is never static. The nature of life is change, after all.”

“Hm.” Was all Anubis could offer in response. Just a noncommittal hum. But…he was curious as to why he had his brother’s attention. “What prompted you to speak first?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at Horus. “Come to tell me to stop hovering and keep her company?”

“Actually, the opposite.” Horus replied, a note of worry in his tone. “I know how easy it can be to get…attached. But you must keep impartial. Ties are for things that last, and if you attach to something that won’t, you will only find yourself clerically compromised. And your duty must come first, brother.”

Not exactly the pinnacle of comfort or assurance. But…perhaps Horus was right. Anubis was a god in the Hall of Truth. When he had Qebhet, he was serving the mortals of the living world. This was not that. He had a duty and meeting you at your Weighing was not a recipe for a long-lasting relationship.

Though Anubis would never admit that he was entertaining the idea.

“Perhaps you are right, Horus…” He replied quietly, a bit more sombrely than he intended it to come out as he walked away, weaving through the bookshelves to put some distance between himself and you. As well as himself and Horus.

He took a seat at a nearby table. Not so far that he couldn’t see you, but far enough that his presence wouldn’t be felt by you. Perhaps it was for the best…mortals were temporary. And once you crossed over, he would not be able to see you, there. After all, Anubis’s duty was to guide souls into the Afterlife, not to oversee it.

That was his father’s job.

The god of death’s contemplation would soon be tainted by a familiar abrasive one. “Your hunger is pungent, cousin.” The rumble of the virile god announced the sperm lord’s presence quite loudly despite his hushed voice as he took a seat next to Anubis. “It is unfit for a god with an interest such as yourself to keep yourself at such a distance from your quarry.”

The jackal couldn’t help but crinkle his brow in disgust. “She is not a morsel to be devoured, Sobek.” He retorted in defense of your dignity. “(Name) is an individual deserving of respect and love.”

“Yes, yes. A morsel can be devoured respectfully and lovingly, cousin. The two things do not have to be mutually exclusive.” The crocodile god retorted. Anubis often forgot just how hedonistically Sobek expressed his virile nature. What a headache… “But why hold back? Why deny yourself of the pleasure of laying with a woman you find so pleasant?”

“Because I have a duty to guide the lost.” Anubis replied flatly. “Laying with a woman who has already passed her Weighing and needs only to be guided would not accomplish that.” Why was he having this conversation with Sobek? It wasn’t like the crocodile was very emotionally adept. But…the conversation did help at least a bit. Or perhaps Anubis just forgot how much he missed in-depth conversations. Even with someone he found a bit much. “Besides…it isn’t just about myself. I also have to think about what’s best for (Name). I see no joy in laying with a woman only to have to say goodbye soonafter for the last time.”

The crocodile god chuckled in amusement, tracing his claw over the cover of a stray book. “All the more reason to lay with her, cousin.” Sobek said. “After all, think about the regret you’ll both feel if you do not take the opportunity while it was presented to you and for it to slip away through your fingertips forever. Life is meant to be seized. Why purposefully deny yourself these pleasures?”

Getting up, Anubis sighed a controlled breath through his snout and turned to walk away. “The pleasure is not worth breaking her heart…”

Ironically, Sobek’s words only strengthened Anubis’s resolve. He would not break your heart. It was not what you deserved and the god of death would not curse you in such a way. But…would it curse you more to force you to live without ever feeling his touch? His affection?

No matter. He would not. Horus was right. And Anubis would heed his younger brother’s words over his cousin’s.

But it wouldn’t be until attempting to leave the library to clear his head that there would be the faintest flutter in his heart. Anubis had nearly bumped into his daughter and he had to take a moment not to be hasty. He was feeling…quite emotional and erratic as well.

Qebhet didn’t seem to notice, however. And the sight of her made the god of death’s heart melt like a pound of butter. She was the product of the last mortal woman he’d loved…and he didn’t regret his relationship with Anput for a moment. And his daughter? He would never regret having her.

And it seemed that the shimmering serpent goddess was far more perceptive than her father would anticipate. “Does she make you happy, father?”

Anubis blinked at Qebhet for a moment, ears swivelled curiously. She must have overheard some parts of his conversation with Sobek. But…he couldn’t be sure. “What?”

“(Name).” She clarified with a calm smile. “Does she make you happy?”

“I-” The jackal god’s breath hitched in his throat. His brother and his cousin offered him council and advice for what to do. How to act upon what they assumed was what his feelings were. But Qebhet…was the first who actually asked about his feelings. Not what to do about them. But how he felt.

And like his Scales, he couldn’t lie to his daughter. “Yes.” He admitted, a small smile playing at his canine features. “She does.”

Nodding Qebhet walked past him. “Then that’s all that matters.”

It wasn’t often that the patron of the lost was left listless himself. It simply wasn’t something that happened. And yet, here he was. Completely at a loss. Now, he didn’t know. He knew how he felt. He knew that he wanted to do what was best for you. But now he didn’t actually know what that meant. All he knew was that you made him happy and that soon enough, you would have to say goodbye.

Who could he go to for advice? For solace? Who would know best about love and happiness?

He knew. Of course Anubis knew. Who else would he ask but his own mother?

Making his way back to the Hall of Truth, Anubis spotted his parents in a deep discussion. He paid no mind, however. Simply cleared his throat to get their attention. “Mother?” He pried gently, trying his best not to appear submissive or fearful. “May we speak?”

She did not even hesitate before excusing herself from Osiris, the King looking at Anubis pointedly before walking away to speak with the other gods.

Calmly, the woman took her son by the arm and walked with him. “What troubles you, dear?” Isis asked him.

How could he even explain? It was different with Anput. He was on the mortal realm, guarding Osiris’s tomb while she was alive. But this was different. You were a soul who was due to depart soon. There was…nothing that could happen between you. But he wanted something. And he wanted it badly. “How does one sever an attachment that shouldn’t have been made to begin with?”

Isis was no fool. Anubis couldn’t trick her with vagueries. “Now, why do you ask such a thing?” She knew the answer, but she wanted her son to say it outright. To not hide his true feelings.

Sighing, Anubis looked away from his mother. Almost in shame. “I fear…I may have attached too closely to a soul.” He admitted out loud, finally. “And I know that there is no future between us. I know that it isn’t…part of our customs or traditions. And I know that she will have to leave very soon. It wouldn’t be right to ask her to remain lost just for my sake…”

“Son.” Isis interjected firmly, forcing the god of death to look her way. “Anubis…you know better than most that time is fleeting. That life is a march towards death. It is its destination. You know that this is what awaits every soul.”

He knew this. He knew this deeply. He knew it was wrong to feel this way about you.

“That being said…you cannot control how you feel about anyone.” She continued. “So if you know everything that you know, given everything that you do for your divine life’s work…what do you want out of this?” Isis finally asked him. “To hold fast to your duties and deny yourself a moment of joy? Or to indulge in your happiness, even if it’s fleeting? There is no incorrect answer. It’s not a matter of right and wrong. It’s a matter of what you’re willing to sacrifice. What you’re willing to risk. If your choice will be worth the consequences. That is all.”

At last. A moment of clarity. One that did not come from a place of assuming what he wanted or felt. But asked him to consider his emotions and what actions he was willing to take for them. It was true, being earnest with his feelings with you would lead to an incredibly bittersweet goodbye. One that would live with him until the end of time itself.

But…if it was what you both wanted, then…shouldn’t you get to enjoy what little time you both have together? If you wanted it…then shouldn’t he ask? At the very least.

At least if you said no…then he wouldn’t have to worry. There wouldn’t be any misunderstandings or hang ups. He could simply do his duty and guide you into the afterlife. And then move on, forever holding onto the memory of how fond he was of you when he had you.

Sighing, Anubis had finally made his decision, unlinking his arm from Isis’s. “Thank you…mother.” He said quietly to her, ears hung to the sides as he avoided her gaze. “My decision is…clearer, now.”

“Good.” She said, reaching forward to cradle her son’s canine face in her hands. “So long as it’s a choice you’re at peace with…that’s all that matters. I trust your judgement. We all do. So…don’t forget to trust yourself, my son.”

Letting Isis gently kiss him on the forehead, Anubis pulled away, a contented expression on his face. “I won’t, mother.”

And with that, he made his way back to the library, intent on making his feelings known to you. But not there…somewhere more appropriate. More discreet.

More…private.

You, on the other hand, were completely unaware of the inner turmoil that Anubis was enduring. You were far too busy engrossing yourself in the knowledge provided to you in the library. So many tomes and scrolls to trawl through. And unlike being in the mortal world, you had time to read through them. Mostly because time didn’t really exist in a physical sense. Everything was sort of technically happening at once and after a little while, you got used to how time flowed.

Though, while you observed the many gods that populated the Egyptian pantheon coming in and out of the library, you wondered where Anubis was. He wouldn’t abandon you. You knew that for certain. He was your guide, though you couldn’t help but be…endeared to him. You knew that your time together was short, and even now, you knew that you were less and less lost. But you couldn’t help but imagine what coupling with him would be like.

Of course, you could never be. Not long-term. Certainly not to have a daughter like Qebhet, that was for certain. But you could pretend. At least for the moment that such a thing was possible in your circumstances.

Sometime later, the jackal god finally approached you, his calm presence washing over you as he gazed down at you so kindly with golden eyes. “Sorry for taking so long, (Name).” He apologized, bowing before extending a hand to you. “I had some…important matters I needed to attend to.”

He sounded shy, so, naturally, you raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh? What sort of important matters?”

Anubis chuckled through his nose. “Nothing grievous, I assure you.” He promised, taking your hand in his and lifting you from your seat. “Actually, said business is what I would like to speak to you about, now.” Oh? Now, that caught your interest. Or…perhaps he was getting ready to take you to the Underworld. Perhaps it was finally time to move on.

A pity…but perhaps you had spent enough time coming to terms with your afterlife and what had happened to land you here. You had no guilt. You had no regrets. You were ready. “Is it?” You asked, tentatively.

“Yes.” Anubis said, still not moving to walk away. “Would you join me, (Name)?” You tried not to be influenced or read too much into his tone, but the way he so sweetly said your name every time made your chest flutter. As if he wanted to savour how it tasted.

“Of course.” You replied without hesitation, allowing the god of death to lead you wherever he wished to lead you.

Soon enough, you arrived at a room. Long doors greeted you and it was only when you passed the Hall of Truth that you realized that Anubis was not taking you to move on. So…for what purpose did he guide you here?

As Anubis opened the doors, your gaze fell upon how the room was decorated. It was rather…modest. Simple. It was a dark-coloured room, almost black, but it was decorated rather plainly. Bureaus and shelves and the like. The fanciest thing in it was the lavish bed with black silks decorated with gold thread trims. The bed itself was surrounded by black translucent gossamer curtains.

It was…beautiful. It just about took your breath away. And your mind was dancing with all the possibilities of what he could be asking you to for. “This…isn’t the Hall of Truth.” You said very conspicuously.

“No. It is not.” Anubis responded equally as plainly as he had you sit on the edge of the bed where the curtains parted, your hand still in his as he sat beside you, his head hanging low. “This is…my room. My quarters.”

That much was obvious to you. But the answer as to why was still escaping you at this very moment. It likely should have been obvious, but you did not want to be presumptuous. You did not want to be improper or inappropriate. So, you opted to just have it told to you. “Why did you bring me here?” You asked, wanting the answers, already.

Noting how much of a deep breath he was taking, you stilled yourself. For Anubis to be so laboured while speaking to you…it must be important. You dared not interrupt him. “I…I have grown quite fond of you, (Name).” He said, making your heart skip a beat for a moment. The god of death was…fond of you? You in particular? “I know that I have a duty to guide you across. To guide you into the afterlife into the Underworld ruled by my father. And it is a duty I will perform. It cannot be undone or reversed.”

He swallowed, adjusting his golden collar for a moment. It was rather cute to see him so shy, all of a sudden. “But I know in my heart that I would feel an eternal regret if I were not honest. If I…did not ask. Though the time we have left is limited and fleeting…I wanted to know if you were…fond of me, too.”

You held your tongue for a moment, considering your options. Considering the consequences of your answers and your decisions. You knew that after this, you would move on into the afterlife. There was no escaping or prolonging it. You could not have a long-term relationship with Anubis. That simply wasn’t possible.

So knowing that…were you willing to part with him without him knowing that you feel the same way? Were you willing to forego everything you could have, for this one moment and one moment alone?

No. No, you weren’t. You would surely regret it for eternity if you did.

Squeezing his hand, you looked up to him and reached up, cupping the jackal god’s cheek and craning his face to look at you directly before pulling him down to kiss his forehead. “I am.” You replied softly, easily. As easily as breathing, even. “I’m very fond of you, My Lord.”

Smiling sheepishly at you, Anubis blinked for a moment. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He didn’t expect you to accept so easily. But you did, and he wasn’t going to ruin that. Gently guiding you to sit in his lap, the god of death shuffled back into the bed, concealing yourselves behind the gossamer curtains to obscure you from view. Your hand was still in his as his other rested on your lower back.

Once he was comfortable, he sighed. You could feel his chest rising and falling with his breathing and this position he had you in made your desires and anticipation grow. The tension began to permeate the very air you and Anubis breathed, looking down on him and waiting for him to speak, next.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long. “If you truly mean that…then you surely know that there is no time left. Soon, you will be ready to depart forever.” The reality felt like a lump in your throat. But still, you didn’t let that deter you. “And since that is the truth of the matter…then I must ask you…would you like to couple with me? Right here and now?” The question made a delightful shudder crawl over your skin as you sat there. Anubis was averting his gaze from you, hiding his shyness and his embarrassment. “I know you’ve never…coupled with anyone, before. So I just wanted to be sure I wasn’t crossing any b-boundaries. I respect and care for you in abundance, s-so -”

Silencing him with your movement, you took his hand and placed it on your clothed chest. That should be answer enough for him, but in case he still didn’t get it, you squeezed his hand around your breast just to be clear.

You wanted this. You wanted him.

And looking up at you, Anubis visibly swallowed, gently squeezing the flesh in his hand of his own accord this time. Softly, the hand still on the small of your back moved to grab a hold of your waist, rolling his hips up against you with a soft sigh through his doggish snout. A smile as warm and radiant as Ra’s sun adorned his face, golden eyes just the same as he looked up at you. “Of course, (Name).” He replied affectionately, thumb tracing over your skin where he was holding you. “I will be gentle with you. I will be attentive and caring. And I will ensure that no part of you is untouched and unappreciated to its fullest potential, my dear (Name).”

Feeling him through the fabric of your clothes, you grew a little apprehensive. You knew he was telling the truth, but it was still nervewracking. You had never done this, before, and your inexperience was imparting you with a little sense of performance anxiety.

But you could see that Anubis was equally as apprehensive. He didn’t want to hurt you or make the experience unpleasant. So, you leaned forward and held his face, attempting to kiss him. You hoped that easing his worries would help quell yours as well.

And you were right, it helped him feel much more comfortable, angling his face to help you properly kiss. Even with his canine snout. Your lips were so soft, so pliant. It was such an innocent gesture despite the circumstances they were in, so Anubis decided to add a little more passion to the action, sliding his soft tongue along your lip to ask your permission. All the while, rolling his hips against yours and gently squeezing your thigh.

It took you a little by surprise, but it wasn’t unpleasant. So, you allowed the god of death to slip his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you. Your hips began to move of their own accord against him, feeling his erection straining under the cloth on his waist.

The anticipation was growing in the both of you, only flimsy layers of cloth keeping you separated. But Anubis refused to rush this. He wanted to take his time with you and savour this moment. Continuing to kiss you sensually and roll his hips against yours, the jackal god slipped your robes off of your shoulders, leaving you bare-chested for him.

His soft gentle hands on your breasts made you keen, your voice unobstructed when his lips were removed from yours, instead leaving lingering and gingerly placed kisses on your untouched neck. You had never physically been with anyone like this, so your whole body was sensitive.

And you were both quickly discovering just how vocal you were.

All of Anubis’s efforts right now were to help you relax. To help you loosen up and be more confident in yourself. He was experienced enough, but you weren’t. And he had every intention of taking care of you. So, he would make sure to take his time to prepare you. Making you feel good long before the actual coupling would begin, and opening you up.

The soft needy sounds you were making when he licked a warm wet tongue along your nipple was evidence enough that he was doing his intended job. As was your more insistent grinding against his clothed loins.

It felt good. Your chest was so sensitive from not having been touched and you shivered when you felt his voice reverberate against your flesh. Anubis rolled your other nipple between his deft fingers and feeling his erection against your entrance was only spurring you more and more onward. But he wouldn’t let you have it, not yet. He was so gentle and attentive with you. It didn’t matter how impatient you were getting.

As long as he held you in his hands, you didn’t care how long it would take for him to properly take you.

Soon enough, Anubis had detached from your stimulated and perked nipples and carefully maneuvered you, you of course whining at the loss of friction with him. But, he had different plans. Ones you could surmise when he lifted your hips up and allowed you to rest your legs over his shoulders.

The way he curiously looked at what lay beneath the cloth barely covering your wet slit had you blushing madly. Especially when he licked his lips like that. Anubis really did look like a hungry predator sizing you up for a meal when he had you like this.

But his gaze remained ever gentle as he softly brushed aside the fabric, gingerly blowing on the soft mound of flesh before his eyes. So soft…so wet.

So ripe to taste.

You looked up at him tepidly, waiting for him to act on his own accord when you realized that he was holding your gaze to ask for your permission.

Nodding up, you stroked his cheek, affectionately letting him know you were okay. “Go ahead…I trust you.”

Gratefully, Anubis took your hand in his and kissed the inside of your palm before kissing the inside of your thigh as well. “Thank you, (Name).” The way your name slid off of his tongue had you shivering in the god’s grasp.

Softly, he nuzzled you, warm breath washing over you before he gave a lick through your folds. The gesture had you throwing your head back and sighing contentedly.

Your sounds of pleasure only increased in volume when he decided to take initiative and began to lap at you with more vigour. His wet, flat, round tongue was warm against you and every lap made you involuntarily roll your hips against his face. Soft sighs and moans spilled from your lips as you laid back against his stomach. As your face hung down, you couldn’t help but glance to the side at the tent pitched against his cloth.

Anubis was far too lost in your taste to notice what you were doing. He squeezed at your legs while his tongue swiped over every inch of you, pressing up against your most sensitive spots inside of you while running over your clit. He made sure not to get too locked into a single point. He wanted you to feel good, but he also didn’t want this to be boring.

He also didn’t want to get you to climax too soon. He just wanted to soften you up and get you prepared to take him. Just so that he wouldn’t hurt you. Anubis didn’t spend all this time bonding and getting attached to you just to break you. You meant far too much for him to just destroy with carnal desires.

He was not his cousin Sobek, after all.

You, however, couldn’t help but be curious. So, while Anubis was busy pleasuring you with his canine mouth, you pulled off the cloth. You wanted to know what he was going to put in you.

And surprised you were.

Truth be told, you weren’t quite sure what you were expecting. Certainly not something like this. His member radiated heat, so much so that even being close to it was drawing you to it if its strangely alluring musty scent didn’t. The tip was tapered to a point and at the base was a bulbous bulb.

It was unlike anything you had ever experience, before.

So, naturally, you began to take him into your mouth.

For a moment, Anubis was far too enthralled with your taste and your scent, groaning into your cunt as he lapped up everything that was quickly beginning to leak out of you. But as soon as he felt your lips wrap around his cock, he shuddered with a growl. Looking down at you, he couldn’t help but melt at the way you looked, neck craned so you could take him. It was tepid, at first, and your teeth were scraping his sensitive flesh a little bit.

But he wasn’t angry. You were inexperienced, after all.

So, the god of death simply reached down and gently cupped your face, getting your attention. “T-teeth…” He cautioned slowly. “Open your mouth wider…and b-be mindful of the t-teeth.”

Nodding, you heeded his advice. This was a first for you, after all. You didn’t want to disappoint him.

As you began to take him deeper into your throat, Anubis began to let out small growls. Your mouth felt so good, his knot bumping against your lips. He began to shallowly thrust against your face while he went back to eating you out. It was a rhythmic movement, being performed more instinctually rather than consciously. It was almost lulling, in a way.

But he couldn’t allow himself to lose himself. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally orally knot you. He wouldn’t be able to pull you off of him for hours if that happened. He wanted to finish inside of you, but not like that.

Soon enough, when he was beginning to grow impatient, he upped the ante as well. You were whining and moaning around his cock, the vibrations only spurring him on. Anubis loved feeling your voice vibrate against him like this and he couldn’t help but groan deeply as he sucked on your swollen and puffed pussy.

Something which you felt just as deeply as you continued to suckle on him, massaging his knot with your hand while you took him in. You were just as enthused and excited as he was. Once the nervousness of this being your first wore off, you got into it quite easily.

It also helped that it was Anubis himself, the god who was so kind and patient and sweet to you. You couldn’t imagine anyone else being your first.

But eventually, the god of death had to exercise restraint and pulled you off of his cock, panting and breathing heavily as though he were drowning in you. Something he was more than happy to do.

Time was running short, however. They couldn’t do this forever. After this, Anubis needed to guide you to the afterlife. To the Underworld. So, they needed to finish this. “Lay down.”

You tried to do what he asked, but he ended up simply grabbing you and maneuvering you the way he wanted you. “Like this, (Name).” He reiterated, guiding you to straddle him and then pulling you into his chest to cradle you.

As you laid there, your body felt tense once more. You were once again hit with performance anxiety, not really sure what to do with yourself in this position. All you could tell was that you liked this. You liked being in his arms like this. And you liked feeling the heat radiating off of his cock so close to your cunt. It was teasing in a way.

Anubis could sense your apprehension and ran a hand through your hair to soothe you. “Shhhh…relax, (Name). Just relax…” He cooed at you quietly, tilting his head down to kiss you on the forehead. “I’ll take care of you.”

Listening to his advice, you did as he asked. You took in a deep breath and let it out, allowing yourself to go slack against his body as he held you there. While he held you, he continued to stroke comforting strokes along your back and through your hair.

Until he took a gentle hold of your ass and lifted you up slightly, pressing the tip of his cock into your entrance and slowly sinking you down onto him. You hissed through your teeth. You had never felt anything like this, before. The sensation of being filled like this was completely knew. It hurt a little bit, being stretched like this. But Anubis continued to stroke your back and kiss you sweetly, easing you into it. “Easy…relax. I’ve got you…just let yourself slip into it.” He cooed at you, resting his forehead against yours.

Soon enough, you sank down onto his length, the lips of your pussy pressed flush against his swollen knot. He did not move just yet. Didn’t dare until he was sure you were settled onto his size. He continued to kiss you up and down your neck and your jaw, helping you relax even further into the position.

Once he was sure you were settled, he cupped your face and stared into your eyes. “I’m going to start moving, (Name).” He told you. “You let me know if it’s too much or too little. Or if you want to stop entirely, and it will stop. Alright?”

Practically turning into a puddle at just how careful and considerate he was being with you, you nodded at him, leaning forward to kiss his snout. “Alright.”

Sighing at the permission you gave him, Anubis pulled you forward to nestle your head under his chin. One arm was draped across your back, the other hand holding onto your ass for leverage. Digging his heels into the bed beneath you, he began to softly thrust up into you. Fuck, you were so warm and tight around him. Even with him preparing you and being careful with you, you were still a little apprehensive. He expected it and hoped you would loosen once you got into the rhythm of this.

And if not, he was prepared to pull out and stop all of this immediately. You were far more important than primal desires.

With shallow thrusts, you were sighing and whining contentedly. Anubis had you in his arms protectively, being slow and careful with you while he was thrusting up into you. Your warmth was wrapped tightly around him and had you not already pleasured him with your mouth, he likely wouldn’t be as sensitive right now.

But already, he was growing close to cumming. He wouldn’t. Not until you were going to. But he could feel how close he was getting.

Every bump if his knot against your entrance pushed a little gasp out of you. It felt…good. It felt very good. You could feel how deep he was reaching, but despite how much of you he was filling up, you still felt oddly empty. Like you knew you could take more of him.

You wanted to take more of him.

In time with his thrusts, you began to push back against him, grinding your cunt against his knot. An action that made him throw his head back with a growl-edged sigh. “Fuck, (Name)…” He muttered, giving your ass a squeeze before beginning to pull you down harder onto him. Not by a lot, but just enough to show you how eager he was to fuck you. How happy he was to be inside of you.

How much he was looking forward to filling you with his holy seed.

After a little while, when it was obvious that your discomfort and apprehension was melting away, Anubis allowed himself to thrust much more earnestly into you. His knot was slapping against your entrance wetly, your little whines and whimpers becoming music to the god’s ears. Your pleasure was his symphony, every word of approval and encouragement spurring him on as he held onto you tightly.

Meanwhile, you were an absolute mess on his cock, held against the god’s chest. The more and more he fucked you like this, the more and more you wanted him deeper inside of you. He was winding you up before with his tongue, but this was much different. Your entire core was tightening around him. You had never felt anything like this, but you felt like you were soon going to be close to bursting.

A fact you made very clear to him as you were very quickly losing control of yourself. “A-Anubis!” You cried out his name. “I-I think I’m c-close! N-need you…!”

In that moment of you begging for him, calling out for him, the god’s primal instincts finally took over. In a second, Anubis flipped you over, your knees over his shoulders as he adjusted himself. His golden eyes were intensely locked onto yours.

In an instant, he lunged forward and captured your lips with his, slithering his tongue inside of your mouth while he began to plunge into you desperately. He was chasing his high, knowing you were chasing it with him, and soon enough he was practically jackhammering into you. The sounds of his knot slapping against you echoed around the room incredibly rapidly.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around him while he kissed you and fucked you fervently. This was a much deeper angle than he had you in before. You could feel him reaching deeper, now.

But still…it wasn’t enough for you to be satisfied. But Anubis was hitting you just deep enough to push you closer and closer to the edge, desperately chasing his climax.

Your whines were practically being swallowed by his mouth, you tightening more and more around him the closer and closer you got to your orgasm.

Something which was making his desperation more and more frantic. He wanted to knot you. Needed to knot you. To join you together and fill you with his seed in a way that would seal you together until you were ready to leave. The sheer force he was slamming into you with had you seeing stars. You were completely at his mercy, helpless to the onslaught of pleasure and desperation.

Until finally, the cord in you snapped, and you were left spasming in his arms.

But he wasn’t finished. Anubis needed to properly mate you, but thankfully, he was growing close. He was whining just as much and as loudly as you were.

As you broke the kiss to catch your breath and cry out loudly without obstruction, Anubis slammed his cock into you as hard as he could while you were fluttering around him.

Until finally – finally – the knot slipped in and you constricted around him, tightening and squeezing him while he was still humping and grinding into you.

Finally, with a deep guttural growl, you could feel him expand inside you, reaching as deep as you finally needed him to reach, and you could feel his hot semen splashing your insides. The head had penetrated your cervix and was spraying holy cum inside of your womb. Nothing would come of it, but the warmth spread through you and each throb and pulse of his cock helped bring the both of you down from your shared high.

Panting as Anubis’s head slumped against your chest, he released your legs from off of his shoulders and allowed you to relax while you continued to cum.

Carefully, noting how much you seemed to like the position, the god of death rolled you both over – still connected by his knot holding you both together – and simply held you against his chest as you came down, basking in the afterglow of your climaxes. Just as he did before, he stroked your back and your hair, the both of you panting heavily. He hadn’t meant for this to be so…intense. But the instinct had taken over him and you really wanted him.

So, he didn’t let the inner feelings of guilt seep in. Not when you were so blissed out on top of him.

“That was…” You breathed out, head nestled underneath Anubis’s chin while he held you in his arms, cock still steadily pulsing inside of you, holding you in place. There was something so intimate about it that you couldn’t help but like. Like he wasn’t ready to let go of you, yet. “Incredible…”

With a doggish grunt, Anubis leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’m glad…” He murmured, warmth blooming in his chest with you on it. You were tired. It would be a long while until the god’s knot would go down. So, he decided you needed your rest.

So, he guided your head to listen to his heartbeat and leaned his head back, sighing as he continued to gently stroke you while you bathed in the calmness of post-coitus.

It wasn’t time for goodbye, yet. His cock would let go of you when it was ready to. For now, you could doze peacefully.

Though as much as he wished he could keep you were forever, he couldn’t. Anubis knew what was to come. What his duty was. And he had to fulfill it.

Osiris waited by the entrance to the Underworld in the Hall of Truth. Many other souls weighed by Anubis at different times in different places passed through the entrance. Time didn’t flow in the realm of the divine as it did in the realm of mortals. Everything happened at once. Including His son’s coupling with you.

Thankfully, when you both arrived, you were decent. Though, Osiris wasn’t a fool. He knew as well as you both did that this was always meant to be temporary.

And now was time for you to say your goodbyes.

Osiris was proud of His son for still remaining devoted to his duty. Though, He couldn’t deny that the ache wasn’t there when He saw the both of you before Him.

Nodding at Anubis, He allowed His son to say one last goodbye to you before you would pass into the Underworld.

You couldn’t help but feel the sadness wash over you as you walked through the Hall of Truth. You knew this was your destination, but somehow you still weren’t prepared for the finality of it all. But Anubis was as calm as he always was, even standing before his Father.

So, you were, too. You asked yourself on the way here if you regretted the short-lived relationship you had built with Anubis. And every time you asked, the answer was always ‘no.’

The god of death would always live on in your heart.

As you stood before the entrance to the Underworld, you looked back to Anubis. He looked just as pained to see you go, but knew you had to.

Reaching out to you, Anubis took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. “I know our time together was always meant to be brief…” He prefaced, ears folded against his face. “But…I’m glad we took advantage of it all. I don’t regret a moment, (Name). Even knowing that goodbye would be this painful, I would do it all over again. Over and over again.”

Smiling up at the genuine shared sentiment, you couldn’t help but reach out and pull the god’s face towards you, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I know…” You said to him softly. “And I would do it all over again, too. If it meant I would get to share this bond with you.”

Staring at you for a moment longer, Anubis couldn’t help himself and pulled you into a deeper more passionate kiss. One that his Father respectfully looked away from.

Breaking away, Anubis held your face there for a moment longer. “And you’re sure you’re ready…?”

You nodded, more sure now than you were before. “I am.”

So…that was that, then. Nodding and resigning himself to this face, Anubis rested his forehead against yours. “Safe travels, (Name).” He murmured sweetly to you. “A new life beyond awaits you.”

Painfully, you let him go, turning away from him before stepping towards the entrance to the Underworld. Once you passed through, there was no going back. This was it.

You were ready for this to be your final moment.

Taking a deep breath, you were gone in only a few footsteps.

Once you were gone, Anubis let out a shaky breath, allowing himself to appear vulnerable in front of his Father. He was half expecting Osiris to punish Anubis for allowing himself to become so attached to a mortal soul.

But instead, the King simply held Anubis close, hand firmly on his shoulder. “I know that was hard…but I’m proud of you, my son.”

Hearing that from him, after all the doubt that Anubis had been grappling with this whole time since knowing you, he let himself cry at your loss. He let himself grieve for a moment for the relationship you two could never have. The relationship you did foster. And the time you would no longer have.

But it was done. He had his duty and you had to move on. You both knew this. It would dishonour your memory to focus only on the bittersweet goodbye.

Standing up straight, Anubis straightened his robes and looked up at his Father with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Father.”

With that, Osiris nodded, ushering Anubis away back into the Hall of Truth. Duty never rested, and his role as patron to the lost was eternal. A role Anubis took very seriously.

A role that had always been and would always be incredibly close to his heart.

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「ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ」

The doppelganger should have known better than to show up with ‘scarlet milk’ all over his disguise. He had taken care of the D.D.D of this building already. He just needed to convince the pretty girl behind the screen to let him and cause havoc.

He leans in, his face dangerously close to the glass and he smirks. His eyes are dark and a smirk forms on his face. “Just let me in. Does the D.D.D even treat you well? You deserve to be worshiped and I am willing to be on my knees.”

You swallow as you look at him, only a layer of glass separating you and him. There was a familiar ache between your legs from his words. You couldn't remember the last time you had time for yourself, this simple desk job consuming all your time. You tried to remind yourself that this man is a monster.

But if the monster is ready to be a slut… who are you to refuse?

You press the button that gives him access to your office. You glance at the red button, knowing that the moment you're done having fun with him. You'll have to press it.

The milkman, you know his name is Francis, walks in. He doesn't take any time to press you against the desk. The wood digging into your back.

“Pretty human,” he murmurs, his head dipping in between the space of your shoulder. His lips press a soft kiss. You gasp when you feel his sharp teeth on your skin. If he wanted to, he could tear your flesh.

You let out a breath, your heart beating against your chest. You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. He takes advantage to lick at your salty skin with his long tongue. “Tasty,” he whispered against your ear. For a moment fear freezes you, thinking that he would eat you alive.

Instead, he gets on his knees. The loud thud makes you wince. “I'll treat you better,” he said, “Be a good girl for me.”

You nod before you can even think.

He gets under your skirt, his breath fanning your wet panties. He pressed his lips to the stain of your arousal. His tongue begins to lick you all over your clothed pussy. You put your hands on the desk, your head thrown back as you moan without shame. You feel weak on the knees. The monster has you caged even though it is your thighs around his head.

He continues to press small kisses all over, and the tip of his tongue puts pressure on your sensitive clit, making you cry out. The wet, rough texture of your panties felt so good against your bud. Then he finally decides that it's enough teasing.

He uses his fingers to pull your underwear out of the way. He chuckled when he saw your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You feel yourself getting hotter.

He eats you out without a care. His strokes are short and impatient. You begin to move your hips, grinding your cunt on his tongue. He groans. His hands are on your thighs and his grip on your flesh tightens. He raises his hands until he's cupping the cheeks of your ass. He kneads the soft flesh as he begins to use his tongue to flick at your clit until it's swollen.

Only when he's satisfied, he kisses the bud and begins to fuck his tongue into your walls. It was no easy feat, but you were so wet and it felt like his tongue was longer than normal humans. He chokes on you, his tongue making out with your tight walls. You cry out from the pleasure, knowing that you'll never feel something like this ever again.

Your eyes roll back, your pussy walls flexing on his tongue. You were so close and you knew you surely were suffocating him with the way you pressed your thighs against his head.

“Please- please-” you begin to plead, your body begging to be released. You would begin to cry if the monster denied you this. His tongue reached deeper inside of your walls than any cock did. He pressed his tongue to a soft, sensitive spot and you got dizzy from the jolts of pleasure. You see white in your vision as you begin to cum. You would have lost your balance if it weren't for him.

He milks your essence on his tongue. He makes sure there's not a single drop left when he stops. You had tears in your eyes as you looked down at him. His lips glisten with your juices. He smirked.

“Let me kill those worthless humans. There's more to that where it came from.”

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spookyhalloweennights · 2 years

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Monster Matchup (Altair: SFW)

Back with another monster matchup! This one featuring a drider! I’m slowly working my way through these requests, hopefully by the end of the month I’ll be able to open them back up again! *Disclaimer: None of the pictures are mine, all credit goes to original artist!

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Altair is a drider with long blond hair and dark eyes, he stands at a little over 5’9 with long spindly legs and a black and gold body.

What drew him to you was the fact that you had treated others with such kindness, though often you were not treated as kindly. He sought to be your protector in a way, encouraging you to not to take that kind of treatment. It doesn’t always work though, it was rough the first couple of months getting to know each other. There were times you’d both end up frustrated as he felt you were being taken advantage of.

When spending time together, he’ll listen to you ramble about your favorite things, a smile crossing onto his features as he watches you with such fondness, and if you’ll allow him, he’ll run his fingers through your dark brunette hair, occasionally he’ll style it for you if given the opportunity.

More often than not, he says that he loves the color of your eyes, that they remind him of the first days of spring when everything is starting to bloom from sleeping all winter.

Altair enjoys reading, though he’ll listen to you sing from another room, he finds that when he’s listening to you singing he has to re-read the page he was on due to finding listening to you so intently that he had lost his focus on what he was doing.

On the flip side, he also knows that you will use him in your sketchbooks, he had stumbled across one or two of your drawings of him before and was shocked that you could find even someone like him good enough to be one of your drawings.

If you are writing about a villain in one of your books, he likes to pick them apart and ask you questions, it makes things fun for you as he challenges what makes the villain think the way they do. It gives you a different view into how the mind could operate under different circumstances, and oftentimes the villain ends up being one of the best characters in your story.

Despite not being the best at the romantic side of things because of the way he was raised, he tries his best to make sure you feel loved. He’ll bring you flowers just cause, buy you new notebooks to write in or leave you little poems that made him think of you. He tries, and that's what counts. But he also can’t keep his hands off of you, he loves to give small affections throughout the day, whether it's a tight hug or holding your hand.

Even if you are stubborn at times, Altair keeps calm and helps you understand his viewpoint as well, he doesn’t like to fight unnecessarily. He’s rather analytical and wants the best for you since he holds you so close to his heart.

A smile graced the drider’s features as he listened to you singing in the other room, a book was propped open on his lap, though he found that he had to keep re-reading the same sentence over and over again. He couldn’t focus when it came to your singing, he wanted to listen to you, eventually he gave up and placed the bookmark you had made him in it and shut the cover. Sipping at his tea, he closed his eyes and listened to the song, it was one of your favorites and while it wasn’t his at first, the more he listened to you singing it, the more it grew on him simply because he knew that it made you happy.

“Listening again?” You teased as you walked into the room after a few minutes, having caught the drider listening to you for the millionth time that week.

“Of course, it’s only natural that I want to listen to my partner singing.” He responded with a smile, opening his arms for you to cuddle up into which you did so happily. “You have a beautiful voice, who wouldn’t want to listen to you?”

“Do you even know what you were reading? I thought you were going to do that.” You responded, disregarding the previous question.

A laugh came from him as he shook his head. “I couldn’t tell you, I couldn’t focus and would much rather listen to you…” You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling the heat creeping up onto your features as you snuggled back against him.

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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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Love Stings

Yandere Male Aqrabuamelu (scorpion man) x Chubby Female Reader (CW: Violent Noncon, oviposition, paralytic venom, reader gets stung, stalking, stalking, scratching, biting, claiming bites, crying, mild scent kink, blood, mild blood kink, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, escape attempt, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 4.7k (This was commissioned at the end of September. It is hard for me to write afab reader. Don't worry though, I do not accept payment until I am done or almost done. The customer wished to remain anon. I hope everyone likes it.)

To most people, the wastelands of Treregar were just that, wastelands. Harsh sunlight, miles of seemingly endless sand, with water sources few and far between. Nothing but the hardiest flora and fauna could survive there for any significant length of time. Let alone thrive indefinitely.

But you were not most people. You were a scientist. And to scientists, the wastes were a gold mine of research potential. Some of the strangest creatures and plants called this place home. And with the country now open to outsiders, researchers wanted to make a breakthrough there. You were in search of biological samples that could have medicinal properties.

But the wilder parts of this country were very dangerous. Especially the desert wastes. There were even reports of explorers and scientists going missing and of large chitinous beasts prowling the sands. But you were not going to be deterred by a few tall tales. The others had probably fallen prey to the harsh environment if anything.

Still... it didn't hurt to have a couple bodyguards. You had arranged an escort of a couple fairly priced and reliable mercenaries, two large men by the names of Mr. Whitley and Mr. Matthews, to accompany you while you procured samples for study.

You also came with fully stocked packs and kept to a region near a small river. You didn't believe in letting stories run your life, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks either.

The first thing you did on your arrival, after setting up a base camp with your escorts, was starting your task by taking samples of the river water and the muck at the bottom. There was a good possibility of finding new microbes that could be of interest.

The water was crystal clear, perhaps the purest you had ever seen, and there were no signs of anything dangerous. The biggest danger was the heat. Despite the water submerging your legs and wetting your arms whenever you collected a sample the heat was still stifling.

But you had known what you were signing up for when you started all this and it would only get harder as you started collecting samples outside of the water.

When you collected plant and insect specimens from the fertile banks of the river you had to keep wiping the sweat from your brow. You kept the samples preserved in a specially cooled container that would allow you to study them at length later when you were back home.

Once you had all that you had gathered that day packed away, you ate alone in your tent, Mr. Whitley and Mr. Matthews were not exactly the best company, but that was okay. It wasn’t their companionship that they were being paid for.

When you had finished your meal, if you could even call one unit of mystery field rations a meal, you decided that it would be a good idea to go to bed early. Tomorrow’s adventure would be deeper into the wastes and you would need all the rest you could manage. It was going to be a bit rough on you. You were used to working in laboratory conditions not out in the field. But you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Whitley and Matthews guarded the camp in shifts, but even under their protection you couldn’t shake the feeling like you were being watched as you settled into an uneasy sleep.

On day two of the expedition, after eating another bland ration for breakfast and refilling your water supplies, you found something before you even set out. Odd tracks outside your camp, a good bit away but they were still close enough to creep you out a bit. Whatever had made them was not small.

But you had protection from any threats and you were handy with the knife you kept in your belt at all times. And whatever had made the tracks was gone now. You put it out of your mind and pushed onward.

As the cooler morning hours passed, you were really suffering as you had to start your trek into the desert proper. The organisms suited to such a brutal environment were what you were really interested in. Far more so than what lived in the relatively cool waters.

The sun beat down upon you with all the heat it could manage but still you trudged on. Miles and miles of sand. Stopping only to diligently take new samples and record field notes any time you encountered something new and promising.

You and your guards were overheated, exhausted, and aching. But it would surely be worth it for the scientific knowledge gained by your collective suffering. You all had finally started the long march back to camp when you could have sworn you felt like you were being watched. Whitley must have noticed something off as well as he stopped your trek home to look around. But the worry was discarded when in the distance a giant wall of sand materialized as if from nowhere, It rushed towards you like a great red tidal wave.

A sudden sandstorm.

It was upon you and your escorts in a thrice, you could see nothing at all in front of you as looking up for even a moment would invite the angry sands to scratch at your delicate eyes. From all your studies on the region in your preparation for this trip you had found sandstorms to be very rare this time of year. Your luck was astoundingly terrible.

All you could do in this situation was stay low to the ground, wait it out, and hope that you and your body guards didn’t get blown away. You also prayed that they both had the good sense to not try to walk in this mess. That would only welcome disaster. Trying to stumble about in this weather was a guaranteed method to find yourself lost and stranded in the desert.

On and on the storm raged, sand scraping and biting into any exposed flesh, until finally the whirling winds gradually declined before subsiding altogether. Leaving no trace of what had just transpired except scratches on your arms and legs and the ebbing adrenaline leaving your system rendering you shaky on your feet.

You were sore and stiff from laying in the same position so long. You took a good look around you only to discover that disaster had indeed been welcomed. Neither Whitley or Matthews were anywhere in your sight. Idiots. They were large men, not easily slipped up by the storm and rolled down a hill as you were. The weather couldn’t have pushed them very far. They clearly decided to keep trying to travel despite the obvious foolishness.

Well… they were not exactly getting paid for their brain power. But they were paid to keep you safe. To guard you. And they couldn’t exactly do that if they were determined to be idiots who wandered away from you!

When you made your report they were certainly getting docked for this.

Assuming that you all met back up. You probably would. Eventually. If they lacked a compass like you did then they could just head east until they hit the river and then travel up until they hit the camp. If they didn’t have one they would have to wait a little while and see what direction the sun headed in.

The direction the sun sets actually changes a bit throughout the year, but the autumn equinox had only just transpired so it would certainly set at the most west that it was possible for it to set.

You hoped those two knew that. Surely they did.

Right then you had to focus on yourself though. Without those two you were far more vulnerable. You were not really worried about the wildlife or anything such as that, but if you became injured or something all alone then you would be screwed. Something as simple as a sprained ankle could mean your death out in this blistering environment if you were left exposed to the elements long enough.

You shouldn’t have ventured so far from camp. Your body was aching with exhaustion. You were a bit on the chubby side and your body was not used to being pushed so hard. You perked up when you saw a large figure of a man standing in the distance walking in the same general direction as you were.

“WHITLEY! HEY, OVER HERE!!”

He evidently heard you as he turned around to face your direction and started walking towards you. As you got closer you could tell that other than a few abrasions from the storm he did not seem to be in bad shape.

“I am glad I found you”

You wanted to tell him he would not have had to worry about finding one another if he had just stayed put but you thought better of it and held your tongue.

“I think something may be watching us, I don’t know. I just have an uneasiness and feel like the air has shifted with a barely noticeable scent. I lost my sword in the storm.”

“Then… we better hurry back to camp… Maybe Matthews will be there…”

“Right.”

You noticed he had undone his dagger from his belt and was holding it close, ready to lash out if something attacked the two of you. He may not have had his longer blade but you knew he was still deadly with that one. He would surely protect yo-

The sand in front of you shifted, and from it sprung a beast of colossal size. Hard black chitinous plating gleamed in the sunlight, covering a monstrous form from top to bottom. It was a hulking beast with a human shaped torso on top of the body of a massive scorpion.

Whitley, to his credit, didn’t hesitate. He dodged the tail that struck at him with terrifying speed. He jumped up high and slammed his combat knife into the chitin covered chest of the beast. His blade was deflected as if by plate armor. The tail struck again at an angle Whitley couldn’t dodge in time and his arm was impaled by a wickedly sharp stinger. He twitched in pain for a moment then went limp before being pushed aside by the clawed arm of the scorpion half of the great beast before you.

Then the thing turned its gaze to you. Unblinking, glossy, entirely black eyes stared you down. If eyes were the windows into one’s soul then those eyes let you look into the soul of a demon.

Hopeless though it may be with the speed of the monstrosity you did the only thing your fear stricken brain could think of. You ran.

You ran and you didn’t look back. Cruel though it may have been, you found yourself thinking that maybe it would let you go since it had already taken down Mr. Whitley. Many predatory beasts did not take down more than what they needed.

But the scorpion hybrid wasn’t after food. Humans were not in his diet. No, he was after something much better than a meal. He was after a mate. A nice wet cunt to stuff full of his eggs.

When Kurnugi first caught your scent in the wind a couple days ago he was instantly intrigued, he had never smelled something quite so enticing before. He had to investigate. Though a few miles away he sniffed out your camp and watched for a while.

He didn’t really like the thought of humans in his territory but he stopped himself from attacking and scaring you all away because of you. Your smell was nice, sure, but now that he had seen you he knew he had to know more. You looked so delightfully fragile and soft. He wanted to watch you a bit longer before deciding what to do with you all.

Kurnugi observed you as you went about your tasks at the river. Delicate hands carefully tending to samples. He did not understand why you were doing it, but he liked the thought of those careful little human hands tending to his dick.

At first the scorpion man thought that perhaps the two large males with you were mates of yours but concluded that wasn’t the case as they never shared your nest, never physically touched you, and hardly verbally communicated with you. They seemed to just guard you and keep a lookout.

But they had been unable to spot Kurnugi given how well he stuck to the shadows, used sand to submerge himself partially, and carefully remained downwind of his quarry.

The longer he watched the more he realized how good a mate you would make. Too weak to ever oppose or escape him and he could tell by the way you collected and analyzed your little samples that you must be very intelligent. And you were just so much softer than anything he had ever encountered in this rugged environment. Surely if you were in a place as brutal as this then you’d need much better and dedicated protection than the ones you seemed to call Whitley and Matthews.

Kurnugi was much larger and stronger than any two humans, of course, no matter how well built they were. But they had long metal blades that may be able to get between his natural armor plates. Better to stalk your group for a while and wait for a moment of weakness.

He discreetly followed your party as you traveled away from your base camp and readied himself to attack when he noticed how tired all of you looked. Then the sandstorm struck.

Even a desert evolved being such as a mighty aqrabuamelu would not travel during a sandstorm.

When it passed he could tell by the scents he detected that your group was split up. This was even better. First he went after Matthews, then incapacitated Whitley before your very eyes. He had made sure not to kill them. No, they would surely be taken and bred by other desert creatures. There were many that loved humans.

And then there was you. It was cute how you thought you could escape from him so easily. He allowed you to try, watching in amusement as your tired chubby legs did their best to carry you away from him.

And then he rushed towards you, he closed the distance in surprisingly few seconds and stabbed your soft rear with the tip of his stinger. He was careful not to stab too deeply, but it was still pretty painful. You thrashed for a few seconds before crumpling to the sand.

The venom had paralyzed you, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get your limbs to cooperate at all. You could still feel everything though. The sand on your face, the tears about to burst from your eyes. You were certain death was what awaited you.

Instead the scorpion simply bent over to gently scoop you up in his humanoid arms. He held you close and buried his nose in your neck to revel in the intoxicating smell of his new mate, now finally in his possession.

The amorous aqrabuamelu rushed off to his den, holding you tightly to his hard body as he did so. He was excited to get you acclimated to your new home, and to his cock. He was sure after his displays of strength that he would have you moaning for his eggs in no time. Luckily his home wasn’t too far.

The entire trip he happily talked in a chittery voice to you, though you had absolutely no idea what he was saying. He sounded extremely excited though and rubbed your back soothingly as he spoke.

When he came to the entrance to his abode and scuttled into the cave in such a hurry that he almost tripped over himself. He placed you, all nice and paralyzed for him, on his raised pile of bedding and made short work of your clothing. Every inch of skin from your soft human breasts to your inviting pussy were laid bare under his hungry gaze.

He pulled you to the edge of his nest over to where he was standing. He gripped your thighs with his large hands and slowly spread your legs, as if unwrapping a precious gift. Savoring the moment before it was entirely open.

The venom was still coursing effectively through your veins, offering you no recourse. You could only stare into the terrifying red eyes of this abomination as he looked at you and drooled. His intent with you becoming all the more evident as his engorged cock protruded fully from the genital slit at the meeting of his scorpion and humanoid body segments.

There was no way something like that could enter a human without some degree of pain.

Seeing it you wanted to scream. To kick and fight. But you were a prisoner in your own body. All the struggle you could force out of your body were choked cries and grunts of fear.

The scorpion caressed your sides in a gesture meant to be comforting to his scared little mate, but any touch from him only brought about more terror.

He crouched down at the edge of the bed so that his head was level with your crotch. He inhaled the scent deeply before licking the outer folds of your sex.

"Mmmm~"

You could feel it in your entire body as he hummed loudly in contentment. Your flavor was better than he could have imagined.

Your cunt was wetter than it had ever been before. A fact that made you all the more frustrated and angry at yourself. It was bad enough you couldn't get your body to move.

Kurnugi was making out with your entrance, gripping your hips painfully and drawing blood as he lost himself in thoughts about you carrying his spawn.

He enjoyed every heavenly drop of your juices, mixing in a heavy amount of his saliva into you so that you were as lubricated as possible.

He decided you were as ready as you could be and rose up to press his cock against you.

Kurnugi rubbed the tip of his strange inhuman prick against your pussy, grinding against it. He let out a low moan as he plunged into you all at once, unable to hold himself back from doing so any longer. The paralytic you had been drugged with must have started to wear off by that point because as he shoved himself into you you were finally able to scream a bit and grip the bedding beneath you.

The length was insane but the worst part was the thickness. It was like it was trying to rip you open. He gave you time to adjust before he began his thrusting, but there was just no getting adjusted to that type of size in such a short amount of time without a lot more preparation.

You flinched and gasped in pain as he began slowly moving in and out of you.

The scent and sight of the bit of your blood that mixed with your fluids and smeared on his cock only seemed to excite him and he increased the pace, the outline of his cock plainly visible under the skin of your belly. He used one of his hands to rub at the outline as it moved back and forth inside of you, effectively giving himself a handjob while he bred you.

He lowered his head to your chest and ferally bit and licked at your breasts. Instinct demanding he marked and claimed what was, by all laws of the desert, his property.

After what seemed like an eternity you finally had acclimated to the size of the man taking you and began feeling less pain with flashes of pleasure. Chasing those brief flashes, you weakly grinded into each thrust from the scorpion.

Kurnigi’s roaming mouth had found your neck and was sucking and nipping at your soft skin there as if his life depended on it.

The stimulation was only feeling better as the two of you continued, your cries of fear and pain having long since been replaced by weak lusty moans and shivers of delight. You came a couple times and by the third you were completely fucked out. You had never orgasmed so hard in your life and were barely aware of anything other than that nice feeling between your shaky legs.

Kurnugi finally hit his climax as well and bit your neck hard as he did so, injecting something into your neck to leave a permanent claiming mark on you. You flinched in pain but it receded quickly, you were too out of it to really care what he did to you at that point.

Until you felt him cum into you. Your eyes went wide at the sensation as you felt relatively large round masses being pumped deeply into you.

Eggs.

You were shocked and disgusted, but there was nothing to be done about it then. You let the aqrabuamelu lick your various scratches and bite wounds clean before tucking you in with blankets so you could sleep while he made a meal.

He was so jubilant that his pregnant little mate was cozy in his nest while he took care of you. He had a nice home, a large territory, and now a soft mate to dote on and stuff full of his big prick whenever he needed to. Life was perfect.

THREE MONTHS LATER:

It had been around three months since you had been abducted. And it was hours since you had run away from the monstrosity that had kidnapped you. His name was Kurnugi, you had learned, managing very limited communication with the brute. He had finally let his guard down, finally trusted you since you had never been anything but compliant since you had been with him, and he had finally left you alone to go hunt for a longer period of time.

You did not waste the opportunity, it was clear that your bodyguards had not managed to leave the desert, probably succumbing to exposure. Either that or no one had cared to send a search party to look for you thinking you were a lost cause. So it was up to you to rescue yourself.

Once more your legs burned with a familiar exhaustion. Kurnugi was a skilled hunter that moved fast. Once he returned to his den he would begin tracking you immediately. If you were going to succeed then you had to get as much distance between yourself and that cave as you could possibly manage. It didn’t help that you were pregnant with his many eggs. It surely made travel more difficult.

As you made your way up the river you considered walking in it to hide your scent, but you decided against it. The wind was blowing your scent in the direction that you were fleeing from so it wouldn’t help you at all. The slog through the water would only slow you down. And that was the last thing that you needed right then.

The last thing other than suddenly finding yourself laying with your back against the hot sand and looking up with an absolutely outraged Kurnugi looking down at you with a malicious grin on his face.

How had he snuck up on you so silently?

You had expected to be immediately paralyzed by one of his stings, but the scorpion had other things in mind. He wasn’t just angry. He was hurt. You had tried to leave him the first opportunity you had. Had he not proven himself against lesser males to be a strong mate? Had he not provided food and water and shared his home with you? Had he not given you a nice belly full of eggs as any mate would desire?

The aqrabuamelu clearly had to show you your place. He had been too gentle with you. Not done enough to prove that you were, beyond any whisper of a doubt, his property.

And in that vein of thinking he did not bother with his venom, no, he wanted you to have the full ability of movement and still be just as utterly powerless to do anything to avoid him using you as he saw fit.

He pushed you over onto the ground and flipped you so that you were facing the sand with your ass up. Then, right in the middle of the desert, he ripped off the pants he had made for you out of leather and plant fibers.

Kurnugi crouched so that his cock was level with your cunt, his strong hands gripping your hips so hard that they would undoubtedly be bruised. You cried out and struggled just as pathetically as he had predicted that you would.

“Please! Please NO!!! I’ll behave! I-I’ll never leave again. KURNUGI PLEA-”

Your words became a pained shriek as he interrupted them by ramming his entire dick straight into you. No prep at all. He understood your cries for mercy and carried on anyway.

Each thrust into you was slow, powerful, and deliberate, driving your face into the sand as his nails bit into your flesh.

You were right about one thing. You’d never try to leave him again after this. He was going to fuck it into your brain so you’d have no chance of forgetting.

Tears dripped down your face, wicked away by the thirsty air and ground. Your legs shook and you would have collapsed were it not for the strong hands propping you up. Your abused cunt felt like it was being torn apart.

Kurnugi was once more excited by the scent of your blood and began pulling you back and forth over his prick like you were just a cock sleeve built for his pleasure. All you could do was sob and take it and try not to puke.

With a final slam he came in you hard. No eggs this time, since you were already full of them, just fluid that thankfully soothed your insides, if only a bit.

The anger of the aqrabuamelu was finally quelled and he panted with his throbbing cock still twitching and pumping cum into you. He picked you up and renewed the bite mark he had left on you. He did not have to since it was permanent, but he wanted to so you’d remember you were branded property.

Luckily the pain from the bite had been swallowed up by the disorientation and pain from the rape.

A small comfort.

Kurnugi picked you up effortlessly and cradled you close to him.

You couldn’t quite tell what he had said, but you knew it was meant to be soothing. He rubbed your back and chittered sweetly in that foreign language of his. Evidently happy to have that nasty business out of the way and content in the knowledge that you wouldn’t be trying that again.

7 MONTHS LATER:

You couldn’t wait for the eggs inside you to hatch. Kurnugi had assured you that you would be a great parent and since the eggs absorb the DNA of the parent they are deposited in he was confident that they would be the cutest babies in the entire world.

He was so wonderful to you. He doted on you and helped take you for walks when you were restless. He caught or foraged and then prepared all of your meals. He cuddled you close and kissed your swollen belly and made every effort to cheer you up when you were feeling down.

And you were sweet to him too, you learned how to craft things from the leather and fibers he made so you made him little trinkets that he either wore or decorated the den with. And you always greeted him by kissing him softly whenever he came home.

Things were a lot easier now that you could communicate.

And now that you understood that you could never go anywhere without him and to try to do so would be very hurtful for the both of you.

But why would you ever want to do something like that?

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amisunderstoodgoddess · 3 months

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Hunt - final

(part one here)

Summary: He kidnapped you. He believes you are his mate. Can you find some kind of peace with the monster who took you away from everything you know?

Rated: M (EXPLICIT +18)

Author's note: If you haven't read the first part, I STRONGLY advise you to do it so you can better understand the story. Anyway, thank you for everyone's patience for this second part. It was a busy few months, but I finally managed to finish it.

I apologize especially for not responding to the comments, I really haven't had the time lately. But I appreciate each and every one of them, thank you so much for that babes!!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

A gentle, icy breeze passes by you and you feel yourself shiver. A smell reminiscent of antiseptics and sterilized products fills your nostrils and, as you begin to become more aware of your surroundings, you feel the smooth, cold and hard surface beneath you. You try to open your eyes, but your eyelids are so heavy; your entire body feels heavy, weighing over a ton as you try and fail to move.

You can hear a soft, clean hum in the background, like new, well-oiled machines at work, but when you finally open your eyes, you see nothing but a blur of white just above your body, an uncomfortable glow of almost blinding light. You grunt and blink a few times, trying to move again and managing to dig your fingers into the smooth surface beneath you.

It's then that the memories come rushing back.

Your heart pounds with the memories and you try to stand up with a surge of vigor that wasn't there before, but your body simply won't obey.

How long have you been blacked out? Are you still on Earth? Or had that alien really taken you to space? Why can't you move?

When a deep rumble fills the air, your hair stands on end all over your body. Slowly, the blinding blur of white light is eclipsed by the outline of a giant looming above you with a cold, impassive metal mask. Your heart jumps in your chest and you immediately want to cry. Whether from the effect of sedation or the sheer wave of terror that wracks your body, all you can do is whimper a “please” before your mind wanders into darkness again.

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The next time you wake up, you are no longer lying on the cold stretcher. Instead, there's a subtle smell of wet earth filling your nostrils, as well as the pleasant feeling of soft fur wrapping your body. You're warm, cozy really, even if you still feel heavy and very disoriented.

You try to move and, with some effort, you manage to remove your arm from the furs that wrap around it. You struggle to open your eyes, blinking away the confusing fog in your mind, and see an infinite amount of furs around you. You squint your eyes and slowly sit up. Your head is spinning, your neck is tight and sore, and you reach for where the alien had injected whatever infernal compound to knock you out like that. Your skin hurts like an old bruise, but there's nothing more to it than that. You can barely find the tiny needle prick.

It's dark wherever you are, except for soft yellow lighting coming from a corner of the room, and you inspect the furs you're wrapped in. The hairs are of medium length but dense, effectively warming without being irritating to the skin; the furs were clearly expertly carved. You had been kidnapped and imprisoned by a skilled hunter and it was obvious. With a little deeper perception you blush and shiver when you feel the soft furs are in direct contact with your skin. Your skin very bare.

The air hisses with every breath you take now, but the new burn of tears helps clear your vision. Looking around as the room comes into focus, turning to look at whatever it was you were lying on. And if you thought you would be able to see something even slightly recognizable, you were sadly mistaken.

Nothing is familiar.

You are lying in what appears to be a giant nest. It's a kind of huge platform, a few inches above the ground, lined with fluffy, cozy fur.

The environment is a little dark, preventing you from really being able to discern the details, but the walls seem to be made of some kind of dark metal and, in one of them, where there is a focus of yellowish light, you can make out the shape of a pressurized door - the bathroom maybe?

Sitting up a little better, you twist the soft fur between your fingers, a way of trying to distract yourself. Your eyes darting around the corners of the room, mapping everything you could see. That's when you see the two glowing eyes peering at you from across the room, in the shadows. Two orange flames fixed on you for God knows how long. You take a deep breath as you throw yourself back, heart racing in your chest.

Crawling through the nest of furs, you try to scream, but no sound can escape your lips. You try to stand and still keep the covering around your body, but you can only kneel on the bed, fumbling with the furs, your heart in your ears, and you're about to get out of the strange nest any way you can when someone grabs your arm and stops you. The giant alien stands before you now, silhouetted dark against the yellowish light behind him — but his eyes appear luminous as they look at you.

He's standing on the floor and you're kneeling on the tall bed made for creatures larger than you, and yet he towers like a mountain over your small body. You can barely breathe; the creature's huge, deadly clawed hand wraps around your arm like it's just a fragile twig, and for a second you think this is it – this is the moment you would lose your life. But the alien, now without his mask, just looks at you and lets out a low, guttural growl from between his scary jaws. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, he effortlessly pulls you closer to him.

“I-I,” you sigh as you try to stay in the same position. You try to fight him, but he doesn't even seem to notice your efforts. "Please please!" You don't know what exactly you are begging for. But you're not stupid, the unfamiliarity around you could only mean that he had actually kidnapped you. You're on his ship. And if you're on an alien's ship, outside of Earth, completely defenseless and alone, it's because there's no way out.

The creature throws you onto the furs and gives you an icy glowering look before crouching on the ground next to your body, all the while looking at you.

You struggle to breathe. He pulled and pushed you as if you weighed absolutely nothing, showing incontrovertible evidence that he would have no problem dominating you.

He watches you intensely as he has since the first time, tilting his head slightly with obvious curiosity, his dreadlocks falling as they follow the movement. The way he sits is so human, so familiar; his arms rest on his knees, his muscular shoulders are comfortably angled and his legs are bent and wide apart. Although he appears almost relaxed, his gaze is penetrating and dangerous.

You make yourself small - which already seems obvious with the way he towers over you even though he's crouched on the ground - alarmed at what might be stirring in the large creature's mind. You had been chosen by him — at least that's what he told you. A mate. Would he force you? Had he been waiting for this moment since the first time he saw you in the lab? And why did that thought make you feel strangely flushed?

He, on the other hand, doesn't seem prepared for an attack. He just sits there, watching you like you're the most interesting thing he's ever seen.

You wrap your arms around your knees while keeping the furs around your shoulders to hide your body. Running would be fruitless, you know that, and you'd rather not trigger anything primal in the Predator, like acting like prey. It would be the worst move, actually. Instead, you bury your face in your arms and wait.

The alien is silent as night, and for a moment you hear nothing but your own ragged breathing and the soft hum of the ship. When you look shyly from beneath your lashes at him again, he’s still watching you. There's a disturbing intensity in his eyes that makes you beyond nervous, but there's no malice there. Not that you can tell. It's just some kind of undeniable dominance, like he knows you're so far beneath him, that he could do literally anything to you without worrying about your resistance to it. And yet he is there, still waiting.

The…creature, doesn’t blink as he slightly parts his jaws and his head tilts towards you, curiously. "Are you afraid?"

Once again you are startled to hear his translated voice resonating right inside your ear, in the walls of your skull. A low sound. A coarse sound. A curious growl that grazed your bones as if the sky itself was growling at you.

“H-uh.” You're not sure if 'afraid' is a strong enough definition for what you're feeling. Looking at the dark, burly figure that seemingly can't get enough of watching you from the dark recesses of his room fills you with a kind of nervous, suffocating anxiety that makes it difficult for you to breathe. You almost wonder if you're about to pass out. “I…I wouldn’t say afraid.” You lie through your teeth and then, for lack of anything else to say and because you're desperate to understand exactly what the hell you're doing here, you say, "Do you have a name?"

The predator tilts his body a little more towards you. You lean back nervously, because this isn't what you wanted to happen, but he moves slowly and cautiously and pauses just the tiniest distance from you. “Doh’kein.”

He waits, as if waiting for you to say something, announce yourself, say anything.

"Do...D-Dou...kai?" You repeat with difficulty, trying hard to at least try to please this creature and stay on his good side.

He snorts between his jaws and something in the way his broad shoulders vibrate and his flaming eyes shine tells you the sound is something like laughter, fun and guttural; and you imagined the joy of a mountain.

"Doh'kein." He repeats, slower this time, looking expectantly at you.

"Huh - Doh'kein?" You try one more time.

The alien in front of you purrs in approval when you repeat his name almost perfectly, leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You startle and scream, trying to pull away, but a large hand wraps around your arm and holds you still. His deadly jaws slide along your skin and you arch your neck just to avoid being hooked by one of those things, but unfortunately he takes your gesture as an invitation to continue.

"Y-You've never spoken before. In the lab."

You stutter, trying to start a talk to keep him distracted from what seemed like the end goal of all this.

“That wouldn’t be logical,” he mutters. Against all logic, you exhale shakily as you feel one of his sharp fangs slide gently past your ear, pressing what could be a kiss to the shell. "It's not like all of their primitive ears could understand me if I tried."

The baritone of his voice murmured so close to your ear sends shivers down your spine and you find yourself clenching your thighs. Doh'kein braces himself with both arms in the nest, on either side of your hips, eclipsing your small body with his until he is all there is - until he is all you see.

You argue futilely in an attempt to maintain self-control - his and yours: “W-we could have talked sooner.”

“We could. But then other oomans would know this part of me,” he answers clearly. "Do you wish this had happened?"

You are extremely embarrassed by the immediate ‘no’ that almost rolls off the tip of your tongue. Despite all your fears, you find yourself almost jealous when you imagine this alien being like this with other people. You bite your lip and let your silence answer for you. There is no doubt that this is a disservice to your team and the research being carried out – you seek truths and yet the truth is that you are secretly happy that this is yours and yours alone.

Even if you have difficulty accepting it.

Doh'kein snorts. He brings his broad forehead to your smaller one and your knees reflexively part to make room for him as he settles between them, still kneeling on the floor. The shine in his eyes dimmed. Reminds you of a pyre after the fire has burned for hours at a time; the glowing ash left to cool overnight.

“If I hadn't participated and let them do the tests on me, you wouldn't have paid attention,” he continues. You shiver when he places a hand on your thigh, the grip is careful but it makes you shiver nonetheless. The size of his body forces your legs wider around his waist, to the point where your joints hurt. But he doesn't move, he just waits while the gears in your head turn.

“You...” you gasp as it hits you. “You could have left whenever you wanted.”

He slowly studies you at your words and tilts his head, motioning for you to continue. There is an unshakable composure about him that makes you uneasy. You get the feeling he knows your thoughts before you express them.

“You stayed and cooperated with the research. Even when…even when some of those people treated you like an animal. You could be anywhere but there. You could have stopped that at any time. But you waited."

Doh'kein once again snaps his jaws and snorts his equivalent of a laugh. The sound soon turned into a buzzing noise. He places a large hand on top of your head and leans back into your space, uncomfortably close, as if he wants to impress the answer inside you. “That was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment. You are my mate."

That word, again.

Silence stretches after that and your skin crawls under the intense scrutiny, a fixed, unforgiving gaze on you. Your mouth is dry, your heart is racing with proximity, your hands, slightly sweaty with tension, are curled into tight fists in the fur around your body. It's not the place or time for it, but slowly you feel the fear turn to...intrigue, despite yourself.

Your captor doesn't seem like the talkative type, but every word that leaves his alien mouth seems to be charged with the purest electricity. That, combined with the intensity of his gaze, was making you tense and coerced — like a little rabbit caught in some trap. And yet, some kind of curiosity was forming in the back of your mind.

You had never experienced anything like it. No one had ever looked at you like that. Bright orange orbs on a completely inhuman face exuding a sense of devotion and hunger that you were unaware of until this moment. It's disturbing and frightening at its majority essence - it's also curiously flattering on the other hand.

A silent chirp pulls you from your thoughts. He must sense your latent anxiety, because the alien pushes you gently (much more gently than you'd imagine for someone his size) against the nest of soft fur and you sink down with a shuddering sigh and a racing heart. His scent envelops you; rain, earth and tall grass.

“Doh’kein,” you falter. “W-why do you keep calling me that? How can you be sure I'm the one you want as a mate? I'm just a human."

You only mention the issue of the difference between species, your overloaded brain can barely think about the challenges of the physical logistics of the act.

“I see that,” he states dryly, as if the fact that you put yourself down irritates him. “But you are mine, little ooman. My mate. And that's not open for debate."

As he covers your body like a mountain of solid muscle, you press the soft fur over you to hide as much of your modesty as possible. Doh'kein doesn't seem to like this very much. Without the slightest warning, the tip of his thumb slides across your knuckles - still stubbornly attached to the covering of fur - and your mouth goes slack at the difference in textures of his scaly skin on your soft flesh. He places one knee on the nest of furs and leans above you, lowering his head so his dreads fall around both of you and obscure his hungry expression. You feel the ghost of his long, sharp claws prickling your skin as his dexterous fingers explore the details of your comically small hand, swirling tantalizing patterns in your own hidden blood beneath before intertwining your fingers with his and freeing your nails sunk into the blanket of furs.

His touch is deliberately gentle as he guides your hands splayed above your head, but his gaze tells another story; firm, fixed and heavy in his message - a warning. It awakens the most basic survival instinct rooted in your genetic code, it raises the hair on your body, it accelerates your heart, it leaves your lips dry with fear.

And it makes the heat spread between your legs.

There is no logical explanation for this reaction of your body. But in the end, it doesn't matter. For whatever had been, or whatever might have been, was completely ripped from your mind at the very moment you heard the thunderous sound resonate in his broad chest.

That purr again.

A rhythmic trembling that seems to rise from the depths of him and take root directly in your very being. So mesmerizing and effective that it makes you forget the dangers of those deadly jaws when he brings his face closer to yours, sliding his long fangs across the softness of your cheeks. You part your lips in an attempt to breathe better, you ball your hands into tight fists on the furs - obediently keeping them where he left them.

As if that wasn't disturbing enough, something different catches you seconds later. Not a hand, not anything tangible, but something entirely invisible.

The invisible thread of a scent.

The scent curls around you before you even knew it was there, without any chance to stop it, to escape its grasp. And suddenly you're tangled; tangled up because of him, this strange alien, even though he does nothing but keep his giant hands splayed in the fur around your body to support his own weight - which, of course, would be more than capable of easily crushing you if he didn't do it, looking at you with a focused and intense gaze. At the same time, you are captive to his warm musk, in a way that only someone like you, so disastrously unlucky, could have been. And before you know it, you're looking at him, not in surprise or disbelief, but in a spellbound trance. Trapped by a breath of rain-damp wood, of a sweetness like slippery stone and the flames of a bonfire on a cloudy day. It's welcoming, it's inviting.

It's impossible to contain the way your eyelids immediately become lethargic and your senses clouded at the first sign of his musk permeating the air. The creature's scent is as overpowering as the first time; it invades your nostrils, thick and heavy, unable to ignore it.

Suddenly you can't speak.

The smell makes you feel a rush of intense, unreal attraction. By an alien. Your hands twitch above your head, and you bite your trembling lower lip. As you do, you watch with hooded gaze the way Doh'kein's sun-colored eyes trace your actions.

“You feel it too, don't you?” he asks in a throaty sound, doing his best to break through the confusing haze of your thoughts.

You can't answer. You don't know the answer. You think you might be whining.

The predator also hears your embarrassing whine, of course. His head tilts slightly and the small thorns on his heavy eyebrows fall darkly over his eyes. You watch as his slick, plum-colored tongue comes out of his strange mouth, stretching beyond what any tongue should be able to, until it leaves a warm, wide trail of saliva on your cheek. And although you shouldn't really enjoy it, you found that you couldn't help but sigh in pleasure at the animalistic act and squirm beneath him.

What's happening to me? You think through the immensity of confusing static in your mind.

You're not squirming to get away.

The subtle but restless movement of your hips has nothing to do with it, really.

You don't run away when he reaches out with a giant hand to cup your chin, guiding your eyes closer to his in a trance that seems endless. To force your gaze on his primal possession. Though his spectral touch penetrated you; leaving a shiver behind him that tickled your chin and cheek in an effervescent shudder.

He doesn't need to force you into anything. His presence is magnetic to you, and yet you can't tear yourself away from his enormous intensity. You can't help hold his gaze. And you see his brow furrowed above you, sink into those serious eyes that map your every expression closely, ignore the danger of his deadly fangs so close to your face.

You stay silent as you watch him. Hostage of unsaid things. Of things without explanation. You just accept it when your skin tingles with a million little feathers of anticipation, with an urgency to be touched that becomes more and more overwhelming the longer he stays near you.

In a pull that was nothing short of urgent, he pushes away the fur that was on your body. You cry out, a little startled by the sudden action, shivering when his jaws buries itself in your hair to breathe, hot and heavy against the back of your neck. Then, resting a large, clawed hand on your shoulder blades, he begins to descend your body, each growling breath coming faster as he descends.

Doh'kein growls and the sound comes from somewhere deep in his body, untamed and wild and eager. Inhaling you deeply, as if he was smelling fine wine. That burgundy tongue appears again, sliding down your neck. You feel his hand on your waist trail down the soft expanse of your belly. You shudder at his demanding touch, your body responding naturally to his touch. Electricity sizzles through your veins. He pulls you towards him, sharp claws running down your back and around your side to caress the lower curve of your breast. The subtle scratch of his claws only adding intensity to the sensations.

Your chest tightens and your face feels hot. Maybe it's the fear, the confusion that goes through your mind or it's all the fault of that addictive scent emanating from him, but your body pulses. Every bit of you feels so alive that it practically vibrates with energy. What if this was all a hallucination? What if you were at home, lying in your comfortable bed, lost in an intense dream rich in details? Maybe-

Wild claws graze the skin on the sides of your breasts, leaving goosebumps and tearing a cry from your lips.

You had never felt like this, like your belly was warm and lit, full of fireflies.

What is this, anyway?

You look up with misty eyes, finding intense swirling golden pools. As mesmerizing as before. Warm breath blowing across your flushed cheeks. Spice and heat filling your nose.

It's like looking at the sun; the blinding rays of light so powerful, burning their pattern into your eyes.

You snap back to reality and immediately notice your two hands gripping his broad obsidian shoulders, the muscles beneath the scaly surface so powerful you can practically feel the raw strength of them beneath your fingers. You had advanced towards him until your nipples were brushing dangerously against his very, very muscular chest. Your core vibrating with a pulse you wanted so badly to ignore. You blush and pull your hand back, but you can't pull it away completely as his arms cage your body.

He pulls you by your hair and pushes you deeper into the warm furs of the nest, pressing his body against you like he knows you're silently yearning. He’s solid, huge. Terrifying. You tremble in his grip and let out a cry of surprise when he thrusts his hips against you. The hard, thing writhes with every pulse, precariously restrained by that Tarzan loincloth around his wide hips, pressing into your belly like it's trying to find a home in the soft hollow below your ribs. Even without actually feeling it skin to skin, the pure sensation of the heavy member against your belly leaves no place for doubt about its size. Not that it's a surprise, considering the alien's corporeal mass - but the very solid, very long weight of his penis against you like this is still capable of eliciting a loud gasp from your throat.

Your reaction seems to amuse the giant, who grunts and snaps something between his jaws in your mouth that you're sure sounds a lot like laughter, grinding against you until the air is forced from your lungs and the only thing you can think deliriously is that it will kill you; that he's about to rip your insides out and maybe even scalp you, considering the firm grip he still has on your hair, the way his claws rake your scalp.

Two things become clear to you then:

1) you are not as scared as you should be about such possibilities.

2) the time for patience and gentle touches has obviously come to an end.

His eyes slowly - very slowly - leave your face and slide in an intimate caress up your bare torso, lingering on your pert breasts, and he widens his jaws in an elongated trill. You don't need a translation to know he's satisfied. He's hungry, orange orbs overflowing with an obvious need that he makes no bones about keeping hidden.

But, unlike the course of action you expected, Doh'kein steps away and steps out of the nest, standing back on his feet. Surprised, you sit up and just look at him, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled from the previous rough treatment.

The giant alien in front of you waits a few seconds until he is absolutely sure he has your full attention. And then, in an unexpected gesture, he rolls his powerful shoulders a few times, lifting his body and adjusting his posture until he's at his fullest (which makes him even more intimidating, if that's possible), emitting a sound that you I hadn't heard it until now. It looked like a puff from a big bear, but longer and stronger, more proud. It's almost like a growl, but not as aggressive as the ones you've heard from him before. The whole thing confuses you, but only for a moment. You part your lips in surprise when you quickly understand his intention.

It's some kind of mating dance. An assertion of dominance and a call to mate. Just like an alpha male would do.

The sound continues rolling between his jaws and echoing between the walls of the room in his ship, crackling like the other sounds coming from him, but more thunderous. He rolls his shoulders once again, clenching his fists and showing how strong he is. You really didn't need a reminder of the fact. But you can't deny that the soft yellow ambient light dancing across his broad torso, showing off his rippling muscles as he purposely moves in such a way as to highlight them, is absolutely breathtaking - in a way that frightens you a little; he is clearly showing you that he will be a good mate.

His eyes as hot as flames are fixed on you with a gaze that burns mercilessly through you. His jaws flare once more, he bares his inner fangs in a growl, and the bangs and clicks grow louder. The sound vibrates through you, and his scent fills the chamber even more. Despite the undeniable fear, your heart races in response, your belly churns, and the slick between your legs betrays you once again as your pussy pulses to be filled.

It's then that you notice the bulge that was poking you a few minutes ago. You can't look away, and in the middle of his seductive vocalization, he lets out another laugh. His sharp claws undo the knots and clasps that keep the loincloth secured around his hips, and you swallow hard, bringing your knees closer to your chest. He lets the fabric fall to the floor, and your mouth falls open as the alien's cock immediately rises against his belly.

It was a monster in its own right, just as you imagined - and yet...no, it's nothing like you imagined. Long and sturdy. Ridges resembling little barbs line the entire length of the underside of the biggest penis you've ever laid eyes on in your fucking life. The color doesn't differ much from the rest of him - the same shade of gray that spreads across his torso and belly also extends along his massive length, up to a bulbous head that gradually changes to an almost purplish color, an imposing scrotum hanging below. Prominent veins cover the shaft and make his penis look even scarier. The entire length, but especially the head, glistening with what appears to be some kind of natural lubrication, alarmingly highlighting those sharp-looking bulges on the underside of his penis. The mere idea of him taking you with that thing makes you visibly shake with anxiety.

“Y/n.” Your name in his growling voice makes you snap out of the daze you were in and you look into his eyes, scared and pathetically excited, blushing at the nothing short of smug expression on his inhuman face. There is no denying that his tactics are having an effect on you. You know he knows you would submit to him like pitiful prey.

Regardless of your newly awakened desires, the powerful claim in his courtship ritual and his intimidating girth, to say the least, frighten you and, instinctively, you try to step back as he places one knee on the furs again. Doh'kein, however, is faster and all you can do is whimper helplessly as he grabs your ankle and stops your escape. The ends of his dreadlocks slide down the softness of your bare torso as he mounts you once more, caging your small body beneath him.

A deep, low rumble escapes him and you catch a glimpse of that long tongue once again as he tilts his head suggestively.

He's smelling your excitement. You know he is.

His huge hands wrap around your thighs with comical ease as he spreads your legs wide apart, exposing you to him without an ounce of reserve. You hide your face in your hands and sob an embarrassed cry as Doh'kein tastes your scent in the air, feels your heat and wetness on his reptilian tongue without even needing to touch you. You bite your lip and swallow a moan, feeling embarrassment burn through every pore, as well as arousal.

“Y/n,” he repeats, and you try and fail to hide the tremor in your body at the sound of his voice vibrating the walls of your mind. You will never get used to it. Doh'kein spreads your legs further apart, exposing you even more to him, and then he presses that word, as if he wants to imprint it into your flesh through pure repetition. "Mate".

A hand holding your thigh releases it and slides down. Your breath catches as he runs over your inner thigh, dragging his claws across your soft skin with the intimacy and experience a years-old lover would have, before reaching your core to cup your intimacy. You gasp and jump out of bed and his hand tightens, grabs you. Pussy, pubic bone, all together, all right there, in Doh'kein's abnormally large palm.

He looks between your legs. Really look.

Orange pools absorbing like osmosis the image of your little pussy caged between his ridiculously thick and long fingers. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just stands there, holding your most intimate part as if it were a fragile toy. It's not the first time you've been intimate with someone, although it is, in fact, the first time with someone...less than human. But even so, you've never been looked at with so much desire and possession. The attention makes you move timidly to try and cover yourself, but Doh'kein clearly doesn't like it as he abruptly lifts his face to you and growls an unspoken threat - once again grabbing your wrists with his free hand and pinning them above your head. You whimper and squirm against his hold, but you're no match for the creature's brute strength.

Doh'kein presses a considerable amount of force against the nest, a firm and unquestionable warning, before slowly releasing them. When you don't move in retaliation, he purrs in satisfaction and focuses once again on your intimacy. He looks at the place with hungry curiosity before gently twitching his fingers, giving you an experimental squeeze that encompassed absolutely every outer area of your pussy and more.

You whimper and Doh'kein's gaze is drawn to yours. He watches your face intently for a reaction as he slowly drags his thumb over the sensitive, needy bud that is currently your clit, and your breath hitches when you bite your lip - you don't know if it was a conscious movement or just a exploratory attempt, but the action electrifies your body with a pure jolt of pleasure. His dreads jiggle and his jaws twitch as he purrs with delight, and unexpectedly, he leans toward your neglected breast, letting that plum-colored tongue lather your nipple with his heated saliva, wrapping the forked muscle around it.

His rough tongue wraps around your sensitive bud once, twice, three times, making you shudder and gasp as his rumbling purrs vibrate through his chest in response. You squirm in his nest, your head thrashing as he bounces between each breast, sliding that tongue over every inch of your sensitive skin, the scratch of his sharp jaws scraping your soft flesh only fueling the fire that roars loudly inside you. His thumb slides once again across your clit (gliding easily with all the wetness you're shamefully producing) in a slow, deliberate circle that makes you sure the action is purposeful.

Slowly, Doh'kein retracts his tongue back into his sharp-toothed mouth, hearing you moan louder with each slow turn of his thumb, shaky mewls escaping your lips and you blush as you notice how arrogant he sounds with irrefutable certainty that you're enjoying this.

The alien seems strangely familiar with human anatomy and carefully caresses the edge of your canal before rupturing it with an intimidating finger. You cry and immediately tighten your pussy around his finger, fighting against the girth that, alone, is bigger than anything you've taken inside you recently. But Doh'kein is not discouraged. He pushes his finger inside you, sinking it deep with the confidence of a man with a purpose. His claw scraped almost uncomfortably against your inner walls, sending small, sharp flashes of pain through you with each movement, but even that was tiny when compared to the magnitude of pleasure you felt.

The place fills with the sound of your breathless pants, your fragile mewls and the sound of your pussy being fucked by that finger.

The predator grunts deeply as he explores you, thrusting his finger in and out of you in slow but deep movements, and when he feels satisfied with one, he begins to insert another.

“N-no!” You gasp and instinctively grab his wrist to try stop him. Your eyes are teary and you look at him while shaking your head. “Please, I c-can't, I can't take another-”

His face turns, slowly. The frown is almost cruel as he looks at your small fingers gripping his wrist, then looks straight into your eyes. You let go of his arm as if you had burned your hand.

"Yes you can." That's all he says, looking into your eyes. That's all he thinks you need to hear, apparently. His thumb poking your clit one more time to make you jump from the sensation. You sob, lost between the intense waves of pleasure and panic, and the giant clicks his jaw before returning with his exploration.

You cry out at the burning sensation of pain as he pushes in his other finger, stretching you further than you've ever been stretched before. The sharp pain quickly mixes (mercifully) with your excessive excitement as the creature quickens his pace.

"That's better. Good girl, just relax,” he praises you. His thumb keeps rotating and tapping against your clit, effectively distracting you from the pain, his fingers reaching deep, and his claws lightly scratching your insides. The mortifying sounds of your abundant wetness echo louder and louder between the walls of the room, along with your sobs, screams and moans. "That's it, little ooman. Come on, cum for me." Doh'kein mumbles into your eardrums through the translator, leaning up until his dreadlocks are falling like a curtain around your face, hiding you from the rest of the world.

A hand sinks into the softness of the nest, right next to your face, long claws digging hard into the furs, to the point where you hear them tearing — a form of restraint, maybe? You can't think about it too much, though. Heat pools in your belly abruptly, your vagina tightens with burning pain; your insides aching with pleasure and your chest tightening before everything explodes in a devastating orgasm. You scream, your pussy clenching around his invading fingers, and you close your eyes so tight you see stars shining in the darkness of your eyelids.

You can't breathe; you really try to breathe through it, but nothing comes, there's just your lips parted in a silent scream - your body too tense, too tense, as the orgasm washes over you with the force of a tidal wave. Your pussy cries, flooding his hand and sucking him at the same time. Goosebumps run through your body, muscles twitch, sweat slightly erupts from your pores, and when you finally come down, your body feels indulgent and soft. When he pulls his fingers out of you with a wet snap, you gape, hating the void he's left.

He's an alien, you repeat weakly in the confusing haze of your mind, a creature that coerced you and took you away from your planet without your permission. What you are experiencing are just pleasure hormones. Nothing more or less than a hormonal combination of serotonin, endorphins, dopamine and oxytocin. They are truly responsible for the feeling of well-being, reduced stress and the relaxation that seems to wash over your body at the moment. Doh'kein is not a god, he is not a god. No matter how much your body disagrees with that right now.

Doh'kein purrs as he slowly strokes the aching, swollen flesh of your sex; he opens you with his wide fingers, slowly and gently, grunting in contentment as he sees how your little hole continues to contract sporadically. He moves his fingers over your sensitive clit and teases it before returning to your folds.

It's just pleasure hormones, you repeat over and over again as you feel his digits probing every inch of your abused pussy, as if he can't get enough of touching you. You still whimper with every breath and can barely lift your arms, much less fight against him as he takes his time inspecting your hole and all the wetness that gushes from there. Your body was still affected on some level by the sedative he had given you earlier and, now, by the powerful orgasm that brutally ripped through your insides. All you want is to snuggle into those soft furs and sleep.

Doh'kein, however, would not allow this.

You mewl a little when he grabs you by the waist and turns you onto your stomach in one fluid movement. You feel like putty; choosing to just give in and let him mold you however he wants - even if, miraculously, you had some strength to fight him, it's obvious that you wouldn't be able to. He adjusts you on your knees, spreading your legs wide as he does so. The explicit position embarrasses you, but you do nothing but gasp as your face is buried in the bed and your ass lifted into the air.

He positions himself behind you. His large body shadowing yours, his hand sliding almost reverently down the sharp curve of your spine until he cups a plump globe of your buttock between his fingers in a firm grip. You blush and bite your lip as you feel a hot, heavy, wet shaft fall into the crack of your ass. He gently slides there a few times, grinding against you as he continues squeezing your flesh, lifting and lowering your ass by the length of his cock.

"I've wanted you every moment since I found you. Every day smelling you, but not being able to act, was torture. Being patient has never been more difficult for me than in those days." He confides in that baritone voice, threading his other hand into the strands of your hair, gently digging his claws into your scalp and pulling to force you to arch your back more. You groan at the sensation, your hips beginning to mimic the movements of his, sliding your ass cheeks onto his dick yourself. "But the wait was worth it. It's time for me to fill you, it's time for me to finally make you mine. My mate." He finishes whispering in your brain, the little chip in your skin working quickly to translate the growled words and clicks of his jaws. His words, his smell, his movements...everything is pushing you into another spiral of pleasure.

Too weak to object, you just shiver as the extraterrestrial creature aligns his monstrous cock with your newly stretched pussy, his fat tip coated with that natural lubricant poking at your wet entrance. He firmly grips your hips and, with one determined thrust, sits inside you.

...

That's it.

There is no slow entry or split stretch.

He just pushes and goes in.

You scream.

It's very big. You feel like you're being torn apart, split in two, stabbed from the inside, and you desperately grab the fur beneath you to crawl away from the burning pain, but Doh'kein's grip on your hip keeps you in a steel prison. Maybe he thought about it and decided that it would be easier if he came in at once instead of prolonging the torture - and maybe later, when you had a clear head and thought about it, you agree that this was actually the best choice. But all you know now is pain. You scream as he leaves; each little barb protruding from the underside of his menacing cock abusing your inner walls, vibrating your overstimulated clit and sending stabs of pain throughout your entire being. When he plunges into you again, he goes even deeper, slamming hard against your cervix, bruising it.

Tears flood your eyes instantly and you sob into the fur, clutching the covers so tightly that your knuckles ache and turn white. Your body shakes with pain and shock, and you can feel you soaking the furs with your tears and saliva as you cry, softly begging him to stop.

Surprisingly, upon hearing your whimpers, he stays still for a moment, buried deep inside you. Desperately trying to accommodate him, your walls contract repeatedly and grip his shaft, and beneath the blinding pain, there is a surprisingly pleasurable sensation of being completely filled, completely stretched. Full of him.

The predator is grumbling behind your back. Elongated grunts and sporadic snorts. Like a poorly restrained animal. The grip of his fingers on your hip is painful and you can feel the tips of his claws bruising your skin. You'd have marks after this, you think. Bloody cuts and purple bruises as the price for getting involved with something (someone) your human body should theoretically be incapable of handling. If you survived, of course.

"You're so...tight, pauk, I never imagined...paya, your h'dui'se is addictive-" Your translator seems to have some difficulty with some of his words and you blink, confused, but at the same time overwhelmed with all these sensations. By God, he looks positively wrecked - barely clinging to the limits of self-control.

And then, apparently having resigned himself to the fact that he was going to lose this battle, Doh'kein thrusts again, his balls slapping against your wetness and your clit. At that moment, you knew that the devastating and unreal pleasure you felt was, most likely, the result of your brain; like a desperate attempt to deal with the pain of this unnatural mating – because honestly, nothing should feel this painfully good.

“You look so good, my little human.” Growling, he pressed his claws into your skin a little tighter and this time you were absolutely sure there was a cut and blood. “Don’t fight me.”

“Ooh, God,” you whimper as his cock continues to defy the limits of your human capacity. It’s too big, too weird, and you can literally feel how your walls try to reject it.

Doh'kein flattens a giant hand across your back, pressing your body further against the nest of soft fur. “Easy now, mate. You can take me." He pushes deeper. “You see? I'm completely inside you. You feel me? Do you feel like my cock gives you no choice? It shouldn't be there, should it? Oh no, it shouldn't. It's wrong, isn't it? But isn’t it just as good?”

God. He suddenly becomes talkative, the small chip implanted in your skin working quickly to translate the rude words that clack through his jaws.

“Y-yeah,” you cry, though. Because, yes, it's good in fact.

“And it's about to feel even better." He grabs you by the hips and pushes you hard. He fucks you repeatedly, and it's painful, very painful, but it only fuels you pleasure. Another thrust, and this time he forces a broken moan from your depths. Your wetness soaks his waist, your pussy clenches around him with torturous eagerness, and the predator on your back sets a relentless pace. You gasp a strangled mewl and shake, clutching the furs beside your head for dear life, trying to keep yourself as stable as possible with each brutal jolt of his body against yours. There is no romance or soft touches from a gentle lover. He's fucking you. Claiming your body in an undeniable act of animalistic possession. A true predator in heat.

There is no mercy. He abuses you with his monstrous strength, with his unparalleled stamina, and takes everything from you – your dignity, your free will, and any future hope of finding a human who can match him; in the vague and foolish hope in the possibility that you would return to Earth. His claws dig into your hips, every breath he takes is a cruel growl, and you express out loud your pain and your pleasure in equal measure.

Each little pliable barb at the base of his penis rubs fiercely and repeatedly against your tight inner walls, reaching spots inside you you didn't even know existed. Despite the tension and pain, the warmth grows and blooms like a beautiful flower in your womb again. You mewl and whine, feeling the building release tighten in your core; you needed little to fall off that precipice of ecstasy again. But Doh'kein grunts deeply, calms the fierce thrusts in your pussy and slowly pulls out of your body.

“N-no, wait, please-” you breathe desperately, pushing your hips back to maintain contact with him. Desperation taking over your body as the tendrils of ecstasy slip like sand through your fingers.

The creature deeply rumbles what you know to be a laugh (a laugh at your expense, much to your embarrassment) and parts your ass cheeks, exposing your wet, swollen folds, the cruel pulsing of your pussy around nothing. You don't know why he stopped - since he's obviously been craving this even more than you, but he's taking his sweet time now, widening your hole and digging those claws into your skin possessively - and you feel an embarrassing need of screaming at the top of your lungs for him to just go back to fucking you in that ridiculously comfortable nest.

"Do you like that, pet..." He growls and it's a statement, not a question. He knows you like it. Your body is making it obvious. You blush and try to pull yourself up onto your shaking elbows, but Doh'kein is faster. In an almost savage movement, he wraps his long fingers around the back of your neck and pushes your head down, making you scream with your cheek pressed firmly against the furs of the nest.

He places his other hand next to your head and lowers himself until he is hovering a few centimeters from your body; big, wide, powerful - it makes you feel like a little Eskimo inside an igloo. You can feel his alien jaws ruffling the strands of your hair, you can feel the strange tubes of his dreadlocks tickling your back, and you can especially feel the possessive, territorial way in which he holds you still as he press you by the back of your neck. There's not much you can do but give in, soften your body against his grip and submit to this creature that is obviously countless times stronger than you.

His broad chest pushes against your back as he makes the rumbling, crackling sound again, a more aggressive (though definitely satisfied) purr, and your nostrils are filled with his earthy scent. It fills the back of your throat, your lungs, your mind, your body, and makes you ache even more for him. You let out a breathless moan and writhe on the bed, pressing the fur tightly between your fingers and begging for him as you arch your spine and displays your intimacy to him. Your pussy cries, desperately searching for the cock that dominated you just moments ago.

"My name." Your body is a trembling, pulsing line of nerves and you barely hear the command whispered in your ear. Everything in your line of vision (already hampered by the way your hair is wildly loose) is blurry and confused and you try to swim out of the sea of pleasure you're drowning in, in the smell of earth and rain and an undeniably masculine musk that is threatening to dull your senses once again.

"What--"

"Say my name."

Your eyes widen and you almost choke on the word before it finally escapes your lips.

"D-Doh'kein."

He smiles, huffs his strange laugh into your hair, pushing that scary member between your ass cheeks to reward you - sliding it up and down once, just teasing your pussy every now and then until you're squirming.

Only then does he say. "Beg."

His claws are ghosts of danger on the sensitive skin of your throat, in spots that could quickly and easily end your life. And you know he could, without any effort, hurt you and draw blood - just as he did the battered flesh of your hips. But he doesn't. And that alone, the control and dominance that exude from the male behind you, makes your head spin and your pussy tighten until it hurts.

“Please…please – I just, I need this, please…” You mumble, only half coherent.

He held your ass firmly, spreading you wide, before pressing his swollen tip against your entrance. You choke and bite your lip, but even all the need and heat coursing through your veins isn't enough to drown out the scream that explodes from you as he plunges back into your pussy with a roar. The stretch takes you to the limit you were teetering on just moments ago and your body falls apart, happy to seize the opportunity it had been denied before. You tighten around him, holding him with all your might; your whole body twitching, but Doh'kein doesn't seem to care as he pounds into you with relentless thrusts, grunts rising from within him like thunder sounding in the sky. You scream again, your vision blurs and your torturous pleasure echoes wildly between the walls of the room on this alien ship. Your hard nipples rub against the fur of the bed as they grind incessantly to his strong thrusts, and the monstrous cock continues to rearrange your insides; the ridges of his length torment you, drive you crazy, and prolong your release until you're nothing but a wet, quivering mess.

He leans over you again; and you cry as you feel the wetness of his growling saliva run down your exposed shoulder, hot and slick, the black tubes moving like a curtain around both of you, and he grips the back of your neck tighter as he begins to pound into you violently - frantically.

He is an animal and there is no other definition that fits what is happening.

You make a sound like a sob. There are tears on your face, hot and salty against your skin. You can no longer tell where you begins and ends, only that you are fused with Doh'kein. His hips on your ass, his cock on your cervix, which he abuses with each brutal thrust. You can't say who you are or remember why you're here, but you can tell he's close.

“I need to breed you,” he growls into the side of your face, pressing you into the nest almost angrily, “I don’t know if it’s possible, but I can’t think of anything other than filling and breeding you for the rest of my life – I need this – I need to try, right now, every day–”

“I want it, I want – I want it,” you babble incoherently through the saliva that’s pooled in your mouth, all sense of self-preservation going out the window as your senses are dulled, “I want you to breed me, I want it, please!" The fact that probably nothing could be generated from an alien/human union seemed to be irrelevant to both.

You just accept it all, happy to be used as he fucks and bites you with those strange jaws and desperately chases his own release.

Doh'kein growls and hits you one last time. His cock grows and swells and feels like it definitely shouldn't fit, like there shouldn't be enough place inside you to accommodate it - but you moan, pussy stretching like it was made to envelop him, and then he's basically locked inside you. You float, only vaguely aware of him pressing you into the nest as he collapses some of his colossal weight onto you, because all you can think about is his roars, the hot cum filling you in thick bursts, plugged inside you by his inhuman cock. He grinds his hips into your ass, pushing his cum deeper and deeper, but the amount is so great that it inevitably escapes where your bodies are joined.

You feel soft and fuzzy, stuck in that satisfied, complacent head space. You writhe with aftershocks and warm goosebumps that bubble up your entire body, from your scalp to your toes. Even though every inch of your body hurts and you know there are cuts and bruises on your flesh, you've never felt as full as you do in this moment.

Time passes between deep, panting breaths and consciousness returns in fragments; first, the intense, aching pulse between your legs, where Doh'kein is lodged deep inside you. Secondly, his weight on your back is practically knocking the air out of your lungs. Third, you are sweaty and sticky and bleeding in places.

You shift instinctively, trying to lift one leg, and he growls at you. His cock tugs at your insides in a way that isn't pleasant and you freeze at the sharp stab of pain. Your body finally feeling the effects of the extraterrestrial union. You moan at the sensation, but it comes out more as a wheeze since your lungs can't fully expand under his weight. “Y-you're crushing me, Doh'kein. I need to breathe, please-”

This catches the attention of the giant behind you and he rolls to the side, the feeling of his cock slipping out and letting more of that sticky fluid escape from your used pussy draws a low mewl from your throat. You have two seconds to inflate your chest for oxygen before he's turning your body and climbing on top of you once again. You blink like an owl as you find yourself face to face with the predator once again. The orange orbs are fixed on yours as he supports his weight on his hands beside your head, long ropes of defined muscles run up his forearms and into his broad shoulders, giving him an intimidating appearance. Not that the four jaws on his alien face weren't enough for that, of course.

You're proud that you don't jump when he touches your face with those sharp clawed fingers, holding your chin and turning your face from side to side.

“I, huh-” you begin, confused when he does nothing but inspect your face inch by inch in complete silence. Now that the frenzy and excitement were subsiding, a different kind of embarrassment washes over you as he lets go of your face and shifts his attention to your breasts and stomach. He ignores you when you stutter a shy question as you feel him groping your breasts and your waist, too rough fingers caressing as gently as he can the bloody welts where his claws have scratched you. He doesn't apologize or show any kind of regret, nothing about his alien facial expression changes when he looks up at you with his ember eyes again. But he continues massaging your flesh in gentle strokes, tilting his head towards you and moving his jaws once. And you know that's the biggest apology you'll ever get from him.

He seems pleased with whatever look is on your face at the moment, because soon you can hear that purring sound once again. A sound that, added to the extreme tiredness that plagues your body, makes you want to close your eyes and sleep. But Doh'kein has other plans. Without any effort, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you into his lap as he stands, taking you both to what you assume is the bedroom's bathroom.

He doesn't stop his purring as he walks and you're grateful for that, the sound is calm and light and makes you forget about the many problems you obviously need to face. You wouldn't waste energy on that at the moment, though. It wasn't something that was worth or would make any difference, to be honest. Apparently you are bonded to this creature, destined to be his mate or whatever. You are no longer on Earth and cannot even match your strengths and abilities with this creature. Fighting it would be futile.

You look down and touch your belly, marked by some bruises from his powerful grip, and wonder if the union had any success. If not, he might want to try again, just like he says. The thought curls warm and shaky at the bottom of your spine and you feel your face heat up as you discover that you would welcome more attempts.

You look at him from under your eyelashes as he enters the bathroom, leading you both to a huge bathtub - although, to you, the thing looks more like a swimming pool. As you watch him, you notice that the predator's face is as rough and scary as it always was, but when his beautiful orange eyes lower and look at you with such devotion and possession, it's impossible to control the tremor in your body. On some level he is under your command too, you realize. He has been since the beginning, when he allowed himself to be captured and imprisoned just to chase your scent - the scent of his mate. Just the thought of it sends a thrill through you.

You feel his hands on your buttocks as he adjusts your body against his scaly skin, his other hand pressing a few buttons to make the tub fill. A shiver runs down your spine. He shows no sign of straining as he holds you, just keeps you steady and perched on his shoulder as much as you can with your dreadlocks falling loosely around his head. You feel his muscles flex beneath you.

Clutching you to his body, his release still leaking between your thighs, Doh'kein carefully steps into the tub and sits down, arranging you on his lap. You keep your head on his shoulder, feeling his rough hands squeezing your waist and hips, the hot water enveloping your muscles in the best way possible. He squeezes your flesh almost gently, sliding his fingertips instead of his claws. He's massaging your bruises again, you notice. With a tired sigh, you settle your head in the crook of his neck and you can swear his purr stutters for a second.

"Rest, little ooman. We have a long way to go." He grunts glumly and enigmatically, but you just hum some answer, already feeling your eyelids heavy and mind lethargic.

The last thing you think, still hearing his purring and his strange attempt at aftercare is that, with some effort, you could adapt to this new life.

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