Codex: Worshipping the Anubis Queen

By: Perdita (But really written by SomeKindofWizard)

A staircase of white stone stands out underneath an afternoon sun that beats down relentlessly. Despite the fierce heat, atop that staircase rests a long chair, padded with silken cushions, and a number of women stand around it in reverence.

Laid out across the chair itself is a beautiful woman, with glistening olive skin. The only article of clothing on her body is a headdress of gold and purple, which does its best to contain flowing raven hair. Large pointed ears like a jackal stick out from beneath that hair, directly up and towards the sky. It is difficult to draw more detail away from her face; it is undoubtedly feminine, with light makeup that adorns eyes like liquid gold.

The resting woman stretches herself out until something clicks, soaking in the sun until it feels as though her supple curves are drinking up the day. D-cup breasts adorned with cherry-red nipples stand out clearly, and a toned abdomen tracks the journey to a shaven slit, and broad curvaceous hips.

All about her are a number of attendants, likewise olive-skinned and pointy-eared, but without the accompanying crown-like headdress, stand about her, unbothered by the sun. Indeed they seem to be far too intent on soaking in the sheer presence of the woman before them. Whens he speaks up, their ears all crane to listen. “This is the life, wouldn’t you say, my pets?”

Warm smiles and nods are the only answer, and the seated woman speaks again, trailing a slow finger down the middle of her body. “Fetch the oils, we would not want our skins to grow dry now, would we?”

They bow as one “Yes my Queen, we shall return immediately!” and skip off down the stairs to a tented enclosure, filled with all manner of entertainments. There would be toys and drinks, oils and candles... back-up servants should more be required. It depends how the day goes.

The moment the woman–the Queen, it would seem–is left alone, she sighs and stretches again, shielding her eyes from the glaring sun. “I swear, a change of scenery would not go amiss...” she muses, fantasizing about far-off lands until her subjects return with towels and oils, and a small basket of ‘toys’. Not to mention a bottle of water; it’s thirsty work sitting in the sun all day. She accepts the bottle, taking a slow drink from it before passing it back to her servants. Each takes a turn drinking from it; no point letting cold liquid go warm when all could indulge.

Four women surround the Queen, all beautiful. Their statures are smaller, and their features are more delicate. But their hands are well-trained in the lover’s arts, as their families have been before them. Instead of pour out oil into their hands, they do so across their chests, before hugging each other and grinding slowly up and down, ensuring that their fronts are liberally coated in flowery-scented lubricant. Their eyes do not leave their Queen, even as nipples brush together and voices hitch in surprise as sensitive flesh collides.

The show is all for her, of course. The Anubis-Queen smiles from her chair, before laying out straight, stretching her arms to the sides. They’re immediately claimed in the embraces of oily sun-kissed skin, and dextrous finger tips begin to massage her limbs. Simple adoration rests in each girl’s face. At the same time, her legs are laid into by the remaining two women, oil dripping onto them. The Queen follows one such droplet of oil on its journey down one of her servants; from the crest of a nipple, it trickles down her abdomen, and right to her naked slit. There it seems to mingle with dewy sexual excitement before escaping to fall onto the Queen’s own flesh.

A glance over the other three women shows them to be in much the same situation of sexual excitement. Blushes adorn their cheeks, and their pupils are dilated with need. Her fingers are taken into mouths that suck and lick, and her toes too are teased in equal measure–that does earn a little giggle, revealing a sensitive spot–all the while each of them moans and purrs in pleasure. They get off on the adoration, starting to grind their oiled-up bodies against the queen.

Every grind and shake of their bodies is a love-making dance, and the Queen’s own ardor begins to be stoked by their enthusiasm. The olive beauty does not need to give any orders, she simply waves one hand gently, and they all rush to accommodate. She sits up slowly, smiling as one of her girls climb directly into her lap, and another slips in behind her. The two servants sandwich their queen between slippery breasts and fondling hands, and the Queen’s nerves are set off like sparklers as the massage grows more intimate.

She can practically feel the trickle of nectar from the girl in her lap, making her thighs sticky with sweet fem-lube. Their breasts press together, and hands grope her abs, kneading and rubbing. Every motion is a liquid-smooth rise-and-fall, and soon they are both rendered a mess of perfumed oil. At the same time, the servant at her back is busy grinding herself against the Queen’s smooth back, hands holding her flowing ebony locks to the side.

The two servants forced to stand aside and watch keep their own fires stoked by stroking and rubbing at each other... although their eyes are only on the Queen, doubtlessly jealous that they did not get to be involved in the more intimate part.

They probably got their turn yesterday, to be fair. And their job is just as important; as their fingers begin to sink into one another, spreading slits, pinching nipples, and teasing tender little stars, it pushes the body-worshipped Queen further along, until she is slick with more than mere oil herself, feeling it practically pool beneath her ass.

Even whilst busy sandwiching their Queen and grinding themselves into a frenzy, they seem to notice the shift in excitement, and their bodies come to a halt. Instead their fingers begin to trace and explore her now-shining skin. Two hands move to her breasts, tweaking and playing with rock-hard red nipples. Another two from behind slide down her hips, before wrapping slowly around so that the barest of fingertips can brush over a concealed clit.

It doesn’t take much stroking for the aching little pleasure-button to reveal itself from its hood, earning a soft moan from the Queen. The sound alone is enough to set all four of her servants to eagerly shivering and squirming. Her servants climb off of her after that, waiting patiently as the Queen flips around. She rests her front on the chair, face on a soft cushion while her ass goes up, wiggling enticingly.

“You are, as always, adept at getting me excited.” she says, voice a silken purr. It helps to give them verbal rewards. It goes without saying that the utterly drenched cunt freely flowing down her own thighs makes it obvious, but there is something magical about verbal confirmation. The Queen’s servants all whimper needily, and get into position.

One of them lies down beneath the Queen’s slit, opening her mouth wide. Without a moment of hesitation, she lowers her hips, practically mashing her womanhood into an eager face. As opposed to immediately parting her folds, the tongue begins to trace lines along her cunt. It slips beneath the hood of her clit, pressing down on it until her mistress is squirting excitement like a fountain.

The other girls quickly join in. One climbs onto the bottom-most pussy-licker, using her as a mattress and getting lined up with her Queen’s ass, kissing the winking star. Once more, it would seem two girls are being left out, but they find a place regardless. Both of them kneel at either side of the Queen’s chair, claiming a hand each to place at their own drenched cunts. They lean in to lick and nibble at the tips of sensitive ears, moaning and groaning sweet nothings into them.

After that it becomes an effort to parse any information out of the onslaught of pleasure; erogenous zones are driven wild simultaneously. The Queen’s hands are used to finger-fuck their way into sloshing pots, stirring up juices with abandon and causing the girls to cry out. An oiled finger presses against her ass, requesting entry. Her muscles clench and relax for a moment, and suddenly the fresh invader fills her up, wiggling around and stretching sensitive walls.

Of course, most of her concentration seems devoted to her womanhood, which is thoroughly serviced by an adoring tongue. It flicks against her clit and laps juices from labia, until she has grown so sensitive her lips part on their own. A moan from her slit-stuffing servant rocks through her to the core, vibrating pleasantly before the oral organ drives its way home.

The Queen cries out in delight as she’s finally penetrated, smashing her hips down for a moment before raising them slightly–wouldn’t want to suffocate the poor thing–to quiver and twitch. Her own shouts of pleasure seem to be enough to set off all four girls. Unbelievably enough, they cum, hard. Those that are upright manage to stay so, but only just barely.

The floor and chair are both coated in a thin layer of mixed orgasms, and the Queen lets out a delighted little laugh, squeezing the finger and tongue currently exploring her.

It only seems to drive her servants further over the edge, and the tongue lashing at her depths seems to go wild. It strikes at her g-spot a few times accidentally, turning that laugh to a lusty moan. A chain reaction of the Queen’s moans, and the nerveless flail of her cumming servants continues for a while longer, until all of them are struggling to find breath. The girls on either arm are unable to hold themselves up on their knees, falling to their sides to gasp and moan on the hot stone stairs.

With a smirk, the Queen licks her fingers clean of their juices, before wiggling her hips insistently at the two who paying attention to her nethers. The sweetness of her girls lingers on her tongue, and she revels in the moment. The finger stretching out her ring finally slips free, and a new object presses up against her tenderised asshole. A well-lubed polished sphere of stone, far too large to fit with ease.

The Queen whines and groans at the foreign sensation, toes curling as she tries her best to accommodate the girthy sphere working her further open. Any momentary discomfort quickly washed away by the now ferociously-fucking tongue in her cunt. The servant beneath seems to have given up on her measured exploration, settling for noisily and messily making out with her Queen’s pussy, tongue slipping in and out rapidly. Her hands join in likewise, helping to spread asscheeks wide (whether it’s more for face-fucking-leverage remains to be seen, but it helps regardless).

As the toy spreading her wide reaches its circumference, her eyes go from lust-glazed half-lidded things to wide open as her body is rocked by waves of pleasure. She practically sucks in the remaining half of the sphere, snatching it from her servant’s hand greedily. “Oh fuck, that’s deep~” she moans, as much as anything else. It’s a short-lived relief though, as a bottle is pressed against her abused ass, full of lubricating oil.

It has to be taken away soon after as the Queen is sent spiraling into her own orgasm, sitting hard on her servant’s face and nearly crushing the tongue inside of her. She has to force herself to lean forwards before it can choke the smaller girl out, and she cums hard enough to utterly coat the poor anubis-servant’s already messy face. The other three girls let out little cries of dismay as juices are wasted, gathering round her rear end to lap fem-cum from the Queen’s slit.

Just the knowledge that her tongue had helped bring the Queen to orgasm has the bottom-most servant twitching with a second mind-shattering cumming of her own. Her mouth is claimed in a hungry kiss, tongues entwining to gather up the mixed love-juices and saliva.

Although her orgasm is long and drawn out, the Queen’s libido quickly stokes itself back up again, and she swaps servants, sitting on a brand-new face before raising her ass to the air and beckoning. “Come now, there are more toys than that!” her grin is a canid thing of sharp teeth, and she pinches hard at her own nipples for emphasis. Liquid seems to bead from them now, and twin mouths latch onto them, eager hands kneading the undersides of her breasts.

That just leaves one unattended servant, and after recovering from her first bout of face-sitting, gathers the basket and lubricants. With a delighted little gasp, she rubs a toy against her own drenched cunt, before pushing it up against the Queen’s ring. Despite being stretched once before, her body is just as resistance to a new entry after even that short break, and work needs to be done stretching her out for yet another toy.

It continues like that for a while, servants swapping places to drink from their Queen, tongue her pussy, and fill her insatiable rear with smooth, lubed-up spheres. The sun’s inexorable journey across the heavens soon has the sky tinted pink with an approaching sunrise by the time they are all exhausted.

A whimpering Queen lies back on her chair, surrounded by gasping, cum-coated, shaky-legged servants. She appears practically pregnant thanks to the number of spheres filling her up, and in an effort to keep them from escaping in a torrential flood of lube, a plug seals her up. She moans with every shift of the toys, feeling the thoroughly oversensitive walls inside of her on each intake of breath.

Despite the constant draining of her breasts, they seem even larger, having gone up a size to broad DD’s, and all of the Queen’s servants gather around, stroking at her stomach and enjoying the way it teases her depths.

“Well, my pets... mnf~ you have outdone yourselves today... I can’t even feel my legs.”

They glow at the praise, stroking her tummy in exchange for another pleasured moan.

“Now... finish me off~” she says, a wicked jackal’s grin on her face. She spreads her legs, lifting them up and holding onto the knees. The plug in her ass struggles to hold fast against the pressure, and grows soaked in the trickling of sticky-sweet femcum from the slit above it. Each of her servants take a turn clambering onto the long, love-soaked chair to get up close with her slit. They all take a turn at breathing in the scent of a horny female, and plant a loving kiss on her winking cunt, ending it in a slow lick from tip-to-clit.

At last, the final woman settles into place, also the least tired of them. When her kiss ends, she doesn’t step away, instead she wraps her lips around the Queen’s clit, working them from side to side while her tongue grinds against it. Her chin is immediately coated juices as the Queen bucks, nearly dropping her legs. The rest of the servants settle into place, reaching down to milk her nipples and stroke her bulging stomach.

It is slow going finishing the Queen off though, after cumming so many times, her body seems reluctant to lose control yet again, despite how wonderful their attentions feel. There might also be a genuine threat for dehydration, despite the layer of oil still glistening on her skin. She practically slides down her chair when there are no hands supporting her.

Milk too pools freely to the sides, actually trickling down the stairs on which their shared seat is mounted. One particularly deep lick strikes a nerve; her g-spot long since overwrought under the weight of so many orbs.

An ear-wrenching cry of delight finally tears its way out of the over-stuffed Queen then, as her body is wracked with pleasure. Unable to stand up to the pressure, the plug holding back the tantric force in her rectum is pushed out, unleashing a torrential flood of sweet-scented lubricants, and a series of spheres. Each one forces its way totally free, and with it another moan or groan from the cumming Queen. Her stomach shrinks down in real time with every sphere that is forced free, alongside a fresh wave of orgasm.

The servants all moan along in empathic ecstasy with their cum-coated-queen, fingering and groping her as her body lets go of every toy in her depths. Her ring stretches again and again, depositing toys into a swiftly-growing pile. The Queen’s eyes roll back, losing focus as her earthly thoughts are blasted to oblivion by the unstoppable wave. Cum coats her thighs, milk squirts freely, and her mouth hangs open as she drools.

Once the flood seems to stop, she fights hard to draw in fresh breath, servants nuzzling up to her soaking body. Her ring gapes freely after being so thoroughly tested, and one crafty hand continually pushes and pulls on an orb, keeping her stretched as the remaining lube runs free.

It takes nearly an hour for the five of them to find their feet, or any kind of words. The soaking chair stands a testament in the dimming light, and the Queen is practically carried down the stairs to her tent.

“Nothing quite works up a hunger like that...” she moans wistfully. Her mouth is dry after the fact as well, but there is plenty of water and wine waiting for her in a chilled stone crate. Fruits and meats too, ripe for the consumption.

Sitting down is a cautious business; after such a monstrous anal loving, her rear feels truly tender. Delicate hands with cloths slick away much of the mess, but the girls put on a good show of licking as much clean as they can, a reverent gaze in their eyes.

When one of them finally speaks up, it is with a gentle and lyrical voice. She flutters her eyelashes pointedly. “Did we do well, my Queen?”

“Of course. Although we will have to see about getting... even more of those wonderful orbs you found. And some kind of enchanter.”

“Enchanter, my Queen?”

The Queen smiles smugly, adjusting her headdress to fan out her ravenette hair. “But of course. They would be even better if they vibrated too. And a few for each of you to... indulge in as well. I will not have my servants found... wanting.”

The four ladies shiver in a chorus, before beginning the rather-more-mundane task of preparing food and drink... they serve very little for themselves, considering the lactic bounty they were party to.

“I wonder how much we can fit next time?”