Page 5 of The Anubis’s Massage (Bathhouse Beasts #2)

"Different," I panted, my face pressed into the cradle. "But good. Really good."

I felt him smile somehow, felt his pleasure at my response. He worked that single finger deeper, finding spots inside me that made me gasp and writhe on the table. When he curled it just right, I saw stars.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hips moving of their own accord. "What was that?"

"Your prostate," Khemet explained, stroking that magical spot again. "The source of much pleasure, when touched properly."

He added a second finger, stretching me slowly, patiently. The oil continued to work its magic, making everything feel heightened and electric. I was dimly aware that I was making sounds, little gasps and moans that I'd never made before, but I was too lost in sensation to care.

"You're opening so beautifully for me," he murmured, his free hand stroking my back in soothing circles. "Are you ready for more?"

I nodded frantically, beyond words. I needed more, needed him to fill me completely. The emptiness when he withdrew his fingers was almost unbearable.

I heard him moving around behind me, the rustle of fabric as he climbed up onto the table, and the sound of oil being poured. Then his hands were on my hips, positioning me just how he wanted me. I felt the broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and demanding.

"Breathe," he instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “I’m not small. Push back against me when you're ready."

The incense made everything dreamlike, heightened.

I took a shaky breath and pressed back, feeling him begin to enter me.

The stretch was intense, more than his fingers had been, but the oil made it easier than I'd expected.

The golden ring at the base of his thick cock seemed to vibrate subtly against my skin as he pushed deeper, filling me inch by incredible inch.

"Breathe," he reminded me, his hands stroking my sides soothingly. "Let your body accept me."

I was panting now, overwhelmed by the fullness, the stretch, the strange pleasure-pain of being penetrated for the first time. When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, allowing me to adjust. I could feel his heartbeat through his cock, pulsing deep within me.

"How do you feel?" Khemet asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"Full," I gasped, struggling to find words. "So fucking full. But... good. I don't want to stop."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through both our bodies. "I have no intention of stopping, Chris. Not until you've experienced everything you've been denying yourself."

Slowly, he began to move. Short, shallow thrusts at first, barely withdrawing before pushing back in.

Each movement sent sparks of pleasure radiating through me.

The oil between us seemed to heat further with friction, creating a tingling sensation everywhere our bodies connected. But it wasn’t enough.

"More," I begged, pushing back against him. "Please, more."

Khemet obliged, his thrusts becoming longer, deeper.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he established a rhythm that had me seeing stars.

When he shifted his angle slightly, his cock dragged across that spot inside me that his fingers had found earlier. I cried out, my entire body shuddering.

"There," he murmured, sounding pleased. "Now you understand."

And I did understand. I understood why people did this, why they craved it. Nothing had ever felt like this before. This complete surrender… this total pleasure. My cock was leaking steadily onto the table beneath me, untouched but harder than it had ever been.

The room filled with the sounds of our fucking. My desperate moans echoed off the wall along with the slick slide of his cock inside me and his occasional growls of pleasure. The incense swirled around us, making everything feel heightened, almost mystical.

"Look at you," Khemet said, never breaking his rhythm. "So happy to be taken even though your cock is trapped beneath you.”

He was right. I wanted to touch myself. But with Khemet’s body pressing into mine from above, there was no way to get to it.

“Just fuck me,” I heard myself say. “Please… I want… I want you to breed me.”

The words hung in the air between us, raw and desperate.

I couldn't believe I'd said them out loud, but something about Khemet's presence, the incense, the way he was filling me so completely…

it stripped away every filter I'd ever had. The Christ speaking now was the one that I’d been hiding away for years.

Now that he was free, I never wanted to put him back.

His rhythm faltered for just a moment, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. When he spoke, his voice was deeper, more primal than before.

"You want my seed inside you," he growled, his claws digging into my hips just hard enough to leave marks. "You want to be claimed completely."

"Yes," I gasped, pushing back against him with desperate need. "God, yes."

Something changed in him then. His thrusts became harder, more demanding. The careful control he'd maintained shattered, replaced by something ancient and possessive. I could feel the power in his body as he drove into me, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that made me see stars.

"Such a good boy," he panted, his breath hot against my neck. "Taking my cock so well for your first time. You were made for this, weren't you, Chris?"

I couldn't form words anymore, could only moan and writhe beneath him as he claimed me with increasing intensity.

The golden ring around his cock seemed to pulse with each thrust, sending vibrations through my entire core.

My own cock was trapped between my body and the table, leaking steadily as it rubbed against the silk sheets with each powerful thrust.

"I can feel you getting close," Khemet murmured, one hand sliding around to press against my lower belly. "Your body is trembling, clenching around me. You're going to cum just from being fucked, aren't you?"

I nodded frantically, beyond shame now. The pressure building inside me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was deeper and more intense than any orgasm I'd had before. It felt like he was rewiring my entire nervous system with each stroke of his cock against my prostate.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance that seemed to vibrate in my bones. "Let go completely."

The orgasm hit me like a lightning strike, tearing through my body with an intensity that left me screaming into the face cradle.

My cock pulsed against the table, painting the silk sheets with rope after rope of cum while my ass clenched rhythmically around Khemet's thick shaft.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last.

Through the haze of my climax, I felt Khemet's rhythm becoming erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged. His claws dug deeper into my skin as he chased his own release.

"Take it," he snarled, slamming into me with brutal force. "Take all of it."

He buried himself to the hilt and went rigid above me, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside my body. I could feel the heat of his release, the way his heavy balls tightened against my ass, and the constant pulsing of his thick cock.

What should have felt strange, the sensation of another man's cum filling me, instead felt… right. Perfect. Like I'd been missing this my whole life without knowing it.

Khemet stayed inside me as we both caught our breath, his weight a comforting pressure on my back.

His fur was damp with sweat, sticking to my skin in a way that should have been uncomfortable but somehow wasn't. I felt marked by him, claimed in some ancient, primal way that transcended modern hang-ups.

"How do you feel?" he murmured, his muzzle nuzzling against my neck.

"Like I've been reborn," I whispered, surprised by my own honesty. The words had just tumbled out, bypassing all my usual filters. Maybe it was the incense, or maybe it was just the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life, but I felt no desire to hide behind my usual tough-guy facade.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "In a way, you have been." His hand stroked my side gently. "The first time being taken properly changes a man."

Slowly, carefully, he withdrew from me. I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped me at the sudden emptiness. I felt his seed leaking from me, trickling down my thighs, and instead of disgust, I felt a strange pride.

"Don't move," Khemet instructed, climbing off the table. I heard water running, and then he was back, gently cleaning me with a warm cloth. The tenderness of the gesture nearly undid me. Nobody had ever treated me like that before. I wasn’t used to being… taken care of.

"Thank you," I managed, my voice rough with emotion.

"It is my pleasure," he replied, helping me roll onto my back. "Truly."

I looked up at him, taking in his magnificent form in the golden lamplight. His fur gleamed, and those glowing eyes studied me with what looked like genuine affection. The gold jewelry adorning his body caught the light, making him look like some ancient deity.

"I never expected..." I began, then faltered, unsure how to express the tornado of feelings swirling inside me.

"Few do," Khemet said with a small smile. "That is the beauty of this place. It allows for discovery without judgment."

I sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar soreness. Khemet steadied me with a hand on my shoulder, his touch still sending little sparks through my skin.

"Will you return?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intent on mine.

I didn't even have to think about it. "Yes." Then, feeling suddenly bold, I added, "Will you be here?"

His smile widened, showing those sharp canines that had thrilled me earlier. "I am here most evenings. Ask for me by name." He leaned in, his muzzle close to my ear. "I would very much like to continue your... education."

The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine, a promise of pleasures I hadn't even imagined yet.

I nodded, unable to find words. My body felt different somehow, like I'd been transformed on some fundamental level.

The emptiness inside me where his cock had been throbbed with a pleasant ache, a reminder of what had happened.

"Rest here as long as you need," Khemet said, stroking my cheek with one fur-covered finger. "The oils need time to... settle."

I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist, his magnificent body moving with fluid grace. He paused at the door, those glowing eyes finding mine one last time.

"Welcome to your new life, Chris," he said softly, and then he was gone.

I lay back on the massage table, staring at the ceiling.

The incense still swirled around me, but my head felt clearer now, like a fog had lifted.

Everything that had seemed so complicated before.

My sexuality, my desires, my place in the world…

It all suddenly seemed simpler. I wasn't straight. I never had been. And that was… okay.

Better than okay. It was fucking amazing.

I reached down, feeling the stickiness between my legs, the evidence of what had just happened. Khemet's seed was drying on my thighs, marking me in a way that felt strangely right. I'd been claimed, opened, transformed. And I wanted more.

For the first time in years, maybe ever, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. No more pretending, no more fighting against my own nature. Sarah's words from this morning seemed distant now, meaningless. I wasn't going nowhere. I was finally going somewhere real.

I closed my eyes, letting the afterglow wash over me. Monday I'd go back to the garage, back to changing oil and fixing transmissions. But I wouldn't be the same person. And someday soon, I'd be back here, asking for Khemet by name.

My new life was just beginning, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take me.

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