What Comes After
At the end of it all, when there's no more life to be lived and no more worries to be felt, when there's no more reason to hold anything back... what comes after?
This story was written for BlueTippedWolf as his Patreon Flash Fiction for October. The prompts were "Anubis" and "Worship". This story contains sex acts between multiple consenting adults. <3
What Comes After
The afterlife held the focus of so many people. They obsessed over it. They spent their lives preparing for it. They worried and feared it so much, that they forgot to take advantage of the time they had free from whatever did lie beyond. Anubis had little time or patience for such people. For their pathetic pleas to restore them to life, for their prayers asking him to spare them while expecting all other mortals to wither and die around them. When he was serving his position in the afterlife, it was those who moved on with dignity and respect for not only others, but themselves whom he cherished, and welcomed to the world after life with open arms. And when he roamed the living realm in search of lost souls or just for a break from it all... it was life, people living, people relishing and cherishing every moment, that he found most hard to resist indulging in.
"E-excuse me..."
A hand landed upon the jackal's shoulder. He turned, and he smiled at the man who stood nervously behind him. A wolf, fur dark, though not nearly so much as his own, but ears tipped with a rich blue. Their eyes met, and neither one of them spoke. It was unnecessary. They both knew what the wolf was asking.
Was it him?
Was it really him?
It was.
"Oh... g-god..."
Right there in the street, Anubis pushed the wolf to his knees. The jackal unbuttoned the front of the black jeans he'd donned for this visit to the mortal realm, and with a shameless growl of delight freed his thick cock. It wasn't hard, not yet, but it was already large and thick. He held it by the base, offering it to the mortal man who had come looking for him. And like any sane mortal would, when offered such an opportunity by a deity given corporeal form, the wolf accepted.
He kissed it. He nuzzled it. He reached out, grunting and moaning as he felt the cool concrete of the pavement beneath his knees and the heat of the jackal's crotch radiating out across his face. His hands groped Anubis' balls, and as the God's cock grew harder and larger still, he took it into his muzzle at last with a gleeful, grateful gurgle. He didn't care that they were out in public. He didn't care that dozens of people could see them right now. Never in his life had the wolf imagined that he would be one of those rare few who recognised and was able to acknowledge a God walking the earth. One of those who was able to interact with them... touch them... share even a momentary experience with them.
He didn't want power. He didn't want gifts. He didn't want eternal life from Anubis. All that he wanted, all that he craved, was a chance to live in this moment. To cherish it and indulge in it to the fullest extent the God would allow. Moments like this came once in a lifetime, and he was going to ensure that for the rest of his life, he would not regret passing up on anything that could have come to pass on this most unique and rare occasion, if only he'd taken the time to offer himself as open to it.
"My Lord Anubis..."
He drew back from the jackal's glistening, twitching cock, planting delicate kisses upon the already drooling tip of the shaft as he moaned to the jackal.
"...thank you for all you do for us. For guiding us. For giving us peace. For bearing the burden no mortal ever could."
The jackal said nothing. He didn't really have time to do so, for mere moments later the wolf was suckling upon him again, bobbing back and forth with grunts and moans as he slurped and teased at the God's member with lips and tongue.
"Thank you. Y-yes... thank you, Lord Anubis, for being there for us at the end of this life. For helping us know that even after... even beyond, we won't be alone."
A new voice rang out from behind the jackal, and he grunted softly, happily, as he felt a pair of hands grab his trousers and tug them down around his knees. Moments later those hands were spreading the cheeks of his rear end apart, and a rough tongue was lapping tenderly at his ass, still out in the open, in the middle of the street.
"Thank you, Lord Anubis."
Another voice.
"Thank you! Bless you!"
Another.
A couple, a skunk and a tiger, stood close to where the wolf was knelt and busily suckling upon the God's member. They clung to one another, red faced, whimpering, whispering, peering nervously around at the people and cars passing by. It wasn't long however before they found themselves stumbling backwards, hands groping at one another's crotches. Soon the skunk was leaning over the hood of a car parked on the roadside close by, and with her head resting upon the metallic paintwork, she looked into Anubis' eyes as her boyfriend took her from behind.
"Y-yes... thank you..."
She moaned, she scratched at the paintwork of the car beneath her, and she whimpered her gratitude and worship to the God, joining him, joining the wolf, joining the mouse eating out the jackal's ass in celebrating all that was most vital and glorious about mortal life.
More bodies joined them. More figures, not horrified or disgusted by what they were seeing, but enthralled and emboldened. Thrilled to see this display of thoroughly mortal passion, and overwhelmed by the glory of the God at the centre of it all. The pavement upon which Anubis stood was covered by bodies writhing and moaning, countless pairs of eyes all turned towards the jackal in reverent joy as they made love with partners, with friends, with absolute strangers. They all felt it, more and more so with each new individual and group to add their numbers to the swelling public orgy with the deity at its centre. The thrill of being here. Of being a part of this moment. Of letting their fears and preconceptions go, and just... living. Doing what they knew now the God wanted of them. What he was proud, what he was overjoyed to see them doing. Worshipping him not out of fear or obligation, but with rapturous delight.
Not fearing death.
Not worrying about what comes after. But rather, revelling in the here. The now.
Living life with their God. Living life with Anubis as he snarled and began to pump hot ribbons of cum down the throat of the wolf with the blue tipped ears who had been the first to grab life by the reigns and take control. Living without limitations, without fear of consequences, one gurgling, howling cry of pleasure at a time.
By Jeeves
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