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"Nothing to see," my son exclaimed, turning to me.

"Leave well alone and sit with me," I murmured loudly enough, pointing to the vacant seat on the stone beside me.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" asked Anubis, glaring at me slightly irritated.

"Sure you do. After all, I am your father," I tried to conciliate him and pointed a little more decisively at the stone.

As the jackal settled down, he looked at me expectantly. "Are you just going to sit here now? Besides, you're not really my father."

"As you take it," it escaped me. "I didn't take you on for nothing."

"Oh please. Seth. You just had a guilty conscience towards Isis, Nephtys and in the end me."

"No, it's not that simple," I replied.

"Oh, look at that. Why then?" asked Anubis curiously.

"You could be my son if Osiris had not interfered."

"But he did, and you know why."

"Would you please stop defending him," I became slightly indignant.

"I'm not defending him at all. But do you think the murder was justified?"

"It wasn't murder, it was just punishment."

"Punishment? For what?"

"For pushing me from the throne. For giving this very throne to his minion Horus, his oh soooo beloved son..."

"... That's weak...", Anubis interrupted me.

"... I'm not done yet," I snatched the word again, "Weak is something else. What's weak is that he took my throne, paraded me around, took advantage of my fucking impotence that made Nephtys feel compelled to throw himself at him, and he had nothing more urgent to do than wrap himself in my form and fuck my lover. That's really weak!"

"Well, at least it stayed in the family," the Jackal tried to launch into a weak joke.

I looked at him crookedly and bared my wolf teeth slightly. "I'm a hybrid, after all. I'm half jackal and half mule stallion. Unfortunately, mules have the stupid peculiarity that the sperm are 95% dead and the remaining 5% are so diluted by the amounts of fluid present that they don't reach an egg."

"Osiris made it in your form."

"He had also copied only the superficial shell. Actually, Nephtys should have noticed that she didn't have my cock in her pubic, but a pitiful piece of licorice."

"Hmmm..., if you say so."

"Sachmet had never complained and before you get upset now... That was long before I knew Nephtys and even longer back to your marriage."

"Oh yes, there was something once. My lioness told me something about it. You've been around quite a bit, though, if I understood everything correctly."

"Well... I've been very active. But what is also due to the fact that my tail has a certain life of its own and I come to terms with it. "

Anubis bent noticeably backward and looked at my butt and the spinal process springing from it above. "Naked as a rat's and forked like a snake's tongue."

"I didn't mean that one either. I meant the real snake."

"I heard from Sachmet that you must be a little special there."

"Sachmet and the others wear the uraeus on their heads. I wear them under the loincloth."

"And you think that will be enough?"

"It will be enough. I will continue my lineage and your daughter and Sachmet's daughter will help me, will receive my seed and it will fertilize her."

"I hardly think Ne-Ammon-iti will let you take her so easily."

"I can be very persuasive and my uraeus does the rest."

"Ne-Ammon-iti is the shape-shifter. She is pure Egyptian, but she is also a goddess among the Mayans as Tezcatlipoca, as is her partner Naga. Both are unknown in Egypt, only my daughter Tezcatlipoca is additionally known in Egypt as Ne-Ammon-iti."

"I don't care about that. I will copulate all three and they will give themselves to me. Especially your daughter. That's the way the divine ninety wants it."

"The nines? You just want to stick your fucking lust lance in wet, hot holes and empty your fat mule balls."

"What's wrong with that? Your balls aren't exactly small either and besides, I constantly smell the horniness of your youth in your presence."

"Are you going to compare our bags and levels now?" asked Anubis irritably.

"No. I'm winning anyway."

"Anyway. I'm not in the mood for this bizarre discussion anymore. Ne-Ammon-iti is Sachmet's daughter too, not just mine, and I don't think the lioness will be particularly thrilled to hear your request. My ass, nine-ness. You have only your lust in mind."

"I feel the pleasure too though and enjoy the climax, feel my semen leaving my testicles, being pumped up, shooting through the strands and finally it's the uraeus that forms the permanently horny, writhing gorgeous between my thighs and bursts the fountains from her mouth."

"That doesn't sound romantic, it sounds obscene," my jackal-headed son said, turning away in disgust.

I used the favor of the moment, put my loincloth aside and looked at my penis pocket. With any normal stallion, the glans would have been visible inside as the head of the tube.

Not with me, not with the god of destruction, desolation, chaos, deserts and confusion. With me, the head of the Uraeus stretched out of the thick, fleshy, dark gray-furred penis pocket, came towards me a bit, wound its way up my body, stood up and tilted its head towards my head.

The snake opened its mouth and tongued slightly. "So I'm the culprit for your constant horniness? How about if I just let you down and don't show myself at all when you feel like it?" the king cobra hissed.

"Please keep your voice down," I whispered, pressed. "Anubis might hear us and see you, and it doesn't exactly have to be that way."

"Oh what? You are oh so proud of me, of your stubborn genital, your permanently horny, stubborn fuck cock."

"I am. What's your point?"

"I can clearly sense that you are hot for your son."

"I'm what?", I cried out in horror.

Anubis sprang around and opened his eyes. "I don't believe it right now," he snapped. "No sooner do I turn my back on you than you're playing with your tail?"

"No!" it escaped me shrilly. "I am not aware of any guilt. The uraeus is. She's pissed off and trying to talk me into something right now."

"Oh yeah, and that would be?" the jackal probed.

I did not answer, but probably opened my mouth.

The talking was done by someone else after my uraeus limb turned to Anubis, crawled more and more out of my penis pocket, became longer, darker in color, swelled more and more and pressed its constantly sperm-smelling nose against that of the male.

"I am the pleasure Uraeus, I am Seth's playmate in solitude, I am the giver of the highest physical greed, penetrate deep, wet grottoes, whether male or female. I give my carrier the highest feelings and donate them as well to those who ride with him on the waves of orgasm.

I am lust itself and believe me, I am not erect for nothing. Seth has lust for you, he wants you, I want you. Let yourself fall and it shall not be your loss," hissed my swollen member.

"This isn't real now," Anubis stammered, staring past the cobra's head at me. "I am your son and Ne-Ammon-iti is my daughter."

"You had harbored doubts that the Tezcatlipoca would not be sexually in bondage to me. My cock was about to prove you wrong," I moaned, slightly horny, holding the snake at the junction between its abdomen and my shaft while it fixed Anubis.

"But you already know that she stinks from the mouth like old fish, like rotten fish. You should really wash her again."

"That's leftover seed. You're right, I really need to brush her teeth."

"Yes, and a mouth deodorant might work wonders, too," the jackal god confirmed a little more gently.

Should my male son succumb to the charms of the Uraeus, my tail cobra, after all?

As if to confirm it, Anubis suddenly reached up with his left hand, tickled my member under its chin, my uraeus stretched its head further towards him and I felt the sweet, slightly aching tug in my spermatic cords as the precum slowly climbed up, reached the base of the snake in my shaft, my abdomen contracted slightly, the precum flowed through the snake's body and finally spurted out of the supposed venomous fangs.

"What was that?" the male inquired.

"I apologize," I placated my jackal son. "That was just a little precum. Your fondling made me more aroused."

"Not just you, Seth," the Uraeus hissed lustfully as the pre-secretions dripped from her mouth. "I like your son. He has a wonderful body and he smells of sexual, youthful lust. I want to get under his loincloth and entwine his male glory, suck on it, arouse it, and drown him in his lust."

"Your Uraeus has quite a lyrical streak, which is more than I can say for you," Anubis purred with a slight sneer.

"After all, my dick is only responsible for the horniness and ultimately for fucking," I growled. "While I have to take care of the whole social circus," I quickly added as my uraeus meanwhile wrapped itself around the young male's torso. "If you two keep this up, I'm going to be bathing you with the contents of my stallion balls in no time, and it's going to be a huge fucking mess."

Unnerved, my cock-snake continued, rubbing against the body of my god-son, flooding me throughout my body with pure greed, the horniness for the redeeming climax.

"What do you have father?" asked Anubis a little worried.

I just moaned, went to my knees, tried to oppose the orgasm everything, but it was only a matter of time.

A moment ago the Uraeus hissed passionately, dripping more and more precum from its venomous fangs, so suddenly it gurgled chokingly and spewed a hard gush of my seminal fluid over Anubis' torso.

"Shit," I stammered as a victim of my own cock and its lust.

But that was not enough. Hardly had the first thrust of my ejaculate escaped from the snake's mouth, it put its dripping mouth over the penis pocket of the young jackal and began to suck greedily on it.

Anubis yelped loudly, closed his eyes and I clearly felt through the mouth of my cock-snake how the jackal's limb swelled and grew into the throat of my manhood.

"Well, how does it feel?", I asked in a hushed voice, as the greed of my uraeus repeatedly sent me into deep arousal.

"This is indescribable and I have just come to the realization that not only will my daughter Ne-Ammon-iti succumb to you sexually, but so will the Naga," Anubis pressed out, suddenly baring his teeth.

Clearly I felt how the jackal in hard, long jets splashed his pleasure juice into the mouth and thus deep into the maw of my cock, how my pleasure snake swallowed quickly and thus conveyed the male semen deep into myself.

Minutes later, the snake let go of the jackal, which sank to its knees, exhausted.

"Thank you both," he whispered, still panting heavily.

"Gladly done, my son, and now it is time for me to enter the temple of Tezcatlipoca and thus meet your daughter."

"Follow the small path into the valley. The temple is on the edge of the oasis and can't be missed."

"Thanks. I'll see you later," I replied.

After my snake tail had retreated into my penis pocket, I moved off and followed the sloping path.

To the left and right there wasn't much to see except scree, sand and further down rock formations that lined the path.

During a short rest I drank some water and also gave some to my uraeus penis, because according to him the male sperm was a bit tough in my throat and I didn't want to step in front of my upcoming task with a stinky tail.

The closer I got to the temple, the more nervous I became. At first I didn't know why, but with every meter I became aware of a noise that at first resembled a dull hum, but gradually swelled and became an angry growl.

'I hope it's not for me,' I still thought, turning out from between two rocks, to the right, and standing in front of the temple entrance.

Cautiously I approached it and looked around. There was no one to be seen, except for the soft whispering of the wind, the constant humming in the background, it was quiet, on the left and right two torches were blazing and gave the whole thing a somewhat unsettling air. Someone was here, waiting for me.

As a rule, I let people come to me, no matter what condition they were in. Mostly it was in such a way that I tried to wrest their preloaded souls from them and took them away from Anubis, before he threw these to the unholy snake Apophis to the food. They had the choice between eternal damnation in the intermediate world, to be eaten constantly and to be spat out again to experience the same again in the 24th Amduat or to serve me for the most different purposes.

One of them was that I put their souls into their rotting bodies and then set them on the surface on the necks of those who had committed crimes against the dead during their lifetime. Or that only their souls robbed the sleep of the unpleasant contemporaries every night. In the rarest cases it was a matter for me that my uraeus tail approached the one in transition and decided that she or he could serve the pleasure satisfaction for a while.

But someone seemed to be waiting for me here and I felt a little uncomfortable at the thought that I could fall into a trap and become a victim of my occasionally recurring horniness.

On the one hand, I must admit, I felt some fear, but my uraeus thought something else at that moment and clearly showed me the other side. She pushed my loincloth aside, wriggled out of my penis pocket, became thicker, longer, straightened up and stretched her head forward.

"Let's go see," she hissed, briefly inflating her neck shield.

A brief desire shuddered my abdomen and made me give in to the request of my cock.

I slowly entered the interior of the building and looked around.

As usual, the walls were covered with countless hieroglyphs. On closer inspection, I noticed that they told the story of the Tezcatlipoca.

>> Anubis and Sachmet as her parents sent her from Egypt into the world to educate herself. She should see other cultures and get to know the gods there. What was not planned, she became one of the gods of the Aztecs themselves, the jaguar goddess, she became Tezcatlipoca. Later she traveled further and met another goddess, the Naga, who was a deity in the Bengali area. Both fell in love with each other and decided to go to Egypt. Now two, they were worshipped in Egyptland as dual Ne_Amon-iti and Uraeus, appearing now and then and disappearing again. <<

'I wonder where they are now,' I mused, realizing that the angry hum had returned. Or had I suppressed it in my thought processes? My uraeus stood stretched steeply in the air, looking around curiously, while I was still absorbed in the text, fascinated.

"There's something back there, let's go see," she snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Where?", I asked, looking around as well.

"In the back on the right, there seems to be another room. Hurry up, I can't keep this body tension forever, plus I'm starting to get a headache."

"Yes, I feel it too, my abdomen is under constant pressure and it's getting uncomfortable."

"So what do you propose?"

"We'll take a look first."

"And then?"

"Then I decide what we do and not you. We are two living beings, but united and only together we can master the situations. It's no use if I take away your headache by massaging you until you have spat out my stallion slime and can crawl away relaxed," I admonished my uraeus.

"You think so, but consider what happens when we're suddenly face to face with this Tezcatlipoca and I'm still writhing and writhing in the air with lust, you're not quite in control of your senses, your seed is bubbling, your abdomen is screaming for satisfaction, and I'm drooling with your greasy precum. I'm sure that makes a very special first impression on her."

"You mean I should give you my ejaculate first, for you to spit it on the floor and waste it?"

"Waste it? You've got enough of it, you're a mule stud, you produce so much of it, there's enough for ten."

"Yes, but you know it's only thin secretion and my fertile sperm countable."

"I will make sure that exactly these will be in the right place at the right time and now let's go see and if there is no one to be seen, then I want to be able to go limp."

"Fine, let's go see," I agreed and started moving.

My cobra tail didn't seem to care much if there was anyone there or not, because it began to curl around my torso as I slowly entered the back room, contracting and stretching more and more violently, rubbing its scales against each other and against me, which in turn made me have to control my step better, become more aware of how I was walking.

My uraeus made sure that my knees softened, my lust in my abdomen became sheer burning and I once again cursed the day I fell to this fate.

How simple it had been then. I, as a jackal-mule hybrid, the teeth of a predator, the head and the rest of the body, that of a mule, the tail long, thin, naked and split at the tip like a snake's tongue.

When I felt pleasure, I had control over my body and my penis slept quietly in my penis pocket. He rested until I became horny and only I pumped blood into my loins via a very natural process and let him stand diagonally upwards, become hard, rubbed or rubbed against him or I was allowed to enjoy the bliss of a wet and warm hole in which I pushed him and finally under the release of orgasm I squirted my semen.

Then came the problem with Nephtys and Osiris. I actually went to him to confront him, but he was as always arrogant, egotistical and even had the nerve to turn into me in front of my eyes, flaunting my physical attributes in my form, was so disgusting in the end that he masturbated in front of me and sprayed the ejaculate directly into my face, laughing derisively.

That was too much of a good thing at the time and I punished him. Unfortunately, he managed to survive and when Isis found him, she sat on his still stiff member, he strained dying for the last spurt of semen and she received Horus.

The rest is known. I dismembered Osiris so that something like that would not happen again, distributed his body parts all over Egypt and was punished from all sides for it.

Since Osiris entered Isis in my form and equipped with a stallion penis, and she felt that she could not cope with me experiencing pleasure so magnificently endowed, she intrigued against me with Horus and some other gods.

One of them was that they supposedly invited me to a reconciliation dinner. I accepted, of course, because I was tired of always being the bad guy and, above all, I was getting bored in the desert.

So I appeared, took a seat at the table and felt quite comfortable in the circle of others. Unsuspectingly, I ate the delicious roast and finally the exotic salad.

Unfortunately, this one was poisoned. It contained the poison of the cobra in extremely high dosage. Now, we gods are immortal and the poison does not kill us. However, it has other effects, which can be very different. In my case, I got very tired, went to sleep, woke up the next day and felt a terrible burning in my abdomen, a tearing and pulling like never before. Still drunk asleep, I very hesitantly opened my eyes and was startled when I realized what was really happening.

Isis and Thoth knelt to the left and right of my abdomen. While Thoth was busily taking notes, Isis was busy holding a king cobra in a stranglehold, which of course was squirming back and forth trying to escape. I didn't understand why this one didn't make it until I opened my eyes completely and saw that the uraeus was fused to my abdomen and sprouting directly from my penis pocket. As if that wasn't enough, the cobra spat vast amounts of a whitish slimy liquid into the air, trying to hit Isis.

Only much later and when I had come to terms with the circumstances that had arisen since then, I came to the realization that Isis had made a joke out of using my subconsciously created erection to vent her frustration on it.

Thus it came about that my now new member in the form of a king cobra was erect in its stranglehold, was aroused, and by the friction on itself, by the squirming and wriggling, my abdomen reacted and my semen was flushed from my testicles through the body of the cobra into its mouth and splashed out of the opened throat in jerks into the air. My uraeus was raped exactly, I was raped and my semen wasted.

Since then, the uraeus and I are quasi partners, are there for each other. Unfortunately, she is a bit of a sex addict, which is not always met with approval, whether from my side or that of the sex partner.

But, who can resist a cobra?

The next room turned out to be empty and uninhabited, except for an iridescent back wall. After my uraeus and I had settled our communicative differences, my legs had regained strength, and the snake had cleaned its mouth with its forked tongue, I stood up and approached the back wall. The growling was clearly coming from her.

"What is it?" the Uraeus asked me, hissing.

"I don't know, but we should find out," I whispered.

"What do you suggest?" my snake limb asked.

"I would...", I started, but got no further.

Suddenly a hand, on which a whole arm hung and behind it probably also the owner of both, shot out of this iridescent wall, grabbed my uraeus, which was preparing to find retreat in my penis pocket, and literally tore it into length.

Hissing, the head disappeared into nothingness, I was startled at first, cried out in horror, was amazed and almost numb with pain, but followed almost instantly. What else could I do?

Once on the other side, it very quickly became clear whose hand and arm belonged to whom.

The owner, or rather the owner of both, faced me, had a spotted coat, was about my height, slim, had ample breasts... But the most beautiful was her face.

Two wonderful bright eyes sparkled at me, one was blue, the other green, full of fire and aggressiveness, but also gentle and loving at the same time, full of affection and tenderness.

"Um... hi. Are you Ne-Ammon-iti?", I asked a little awkwardly.

"I am Tezcatlipoca and when I know who you are, I will let go of your frivolous and aberrant cock," the jaguarin replied, squeezing my uraeus a little tighter.

I gritted my teeth until the pain subsided a bit. "I am Seth, the Nine told me to find the Tezcatlipoca to unite with it."

"You're Seth?" the jaguarine inquired, releasing my snake tail.

Hissing excitedly, my uraeus retreated to a safe distance, hiding behind my back.

"Yes," I replied energetically, "and I'm glad to meet you, and especially glad that you didn't kill my mating organ."

"Why should I kill something that can still be of use to me?"

"Ah. But you couldn't know what the snake does and what it's good for. Especially not guess who I am," I countered.

"How stupid do you think I am? I'm only here because I waited for you here and no one but you would have found me here. Therefore, it was immediately clear to me who you are. Only the impudence of your mating snake has taken me a bit aback."

"I apologize for that, she's a little bit of a busybody."

"I can guess and I smell it too. Your breath smells like fresh sperm. You must have had fun recently?"

"My uraeus insisted, but only with my hand, because it is not proper to face you with a hard erection and then immediately demand that you take the snake inside you so that I can sink my seed inside you."

"A wise decision on the part of the Uraeus. However, she could have saved herself the trouble, because she will be at my service in a moment anyway, and not just me," said Ne-Amon-iti, pursing her lips.

"What do you mean, not just you?"

"Didn't the Nine tell you that you and I should mate and merge with each other soul-wise, we should become a solid couple and create a new race of gods?"

"Not that directly. I just know that we...", I started.

"I am Naga's permanent partner. I am married to her, but I will make you my husband, my marriage god, my jackal-mule stallion at the same time. Likewise, you will mate with my wife Naga in succession. Are you stud enough to fuck extensively with the three of us?"

I swallowed briefly and began to think. What was the ninthness thinking?

While I was still lost in thought, my snake tail rose and snaked out from behind my back.

Ne-Ammon-iti looked at me and then at the head of the Uraeus.

"Well, my wonderful cobra?" began the jaguar goddess. "Would you like to enter my depths, between my thighs, wriggle and increase your pleasure together with me?"

"Do I get some of that too?", I asked between them.

Ne-Ammon-iti looked at me lustfully while my uraeus approached her and breathed a kiss on her throat.

"You are connected to the uraeus, her horniness is your horniness, her lust is your lust, your orgasm is her orgasm and your ejaculate shoots down her throat, through her head into me. You are one living being, albeit as a partnership."

"You're right, wonderful Ne-Ammon-iti," I replied slightly hoarsely, as my uraeus slowly but surely began to get horny on her throat.

"Then you know your job?" she probed.

"Yes."

"Very well. Follow me to my chamber, the Naga will also be there to witness our mating. You want to know who should and will also unite with her before she feels your cock whipping inside her."

With these words, she walked ahead, my uraeus already wrapped around her right arm and I half trailing behind.

The chamber turned out to be a large playground of lust. It was a very large rectangular bed, with countless pillows, sex toys in the form of dildos, which in appearance reminded of the penises of stallions, tomcats and males and also whose origin was not traceable.

"Sit down," the jaguarine purred, stripping off my uraeus and dropping her robe. "Are you getting horny at what you see?" she asked bluntly.

"Isn't my snake cock statement enough? Isn't it greedy enough for you, for the physical fusion with your carnal femininity?"

"You mean your cock wants to become one with my pussy? I hope he manages to fill my hole and satisfy my greed."

"The uraeus will manage that, I'm convinced," I stated, touching the base of my snake at the shaft to the penile pocket.

My tail paused briefly and understood my gesture. He turned around briefly, looked at me and nodded affirmatively.

"I'm ready," I said shortly and sat down, holding my cock by the base and massaging it a bit.

At length I looked at Ne-Ammon-iti and unabashedly gazed at her luscious breasts, from whose nipples divine jaguar milk dripped, fell to the ground and was smooth waste.

My gaze slid lower and lingered on her pussy. Her labia seemed to sense my gaze and the presence of my snaking cock, opening up, bulging outward and revealing a view deep into her vagina. But inside her not only the wetness oozed out, the wet greed for sex with me, through the ever increasing flow of her vaginal moisture, more and more her bladder contents mixed, her urine ran down her thighs more and more violently, additionally white mucus mixed, which did not flow evenly, but splashed in short intervals intermittently.

Fascinated, I watched her vagina and registered almost numbly that something seemed to move inside.

My uraeus was eager to dip into this stream of fluids, bathe in it, and supplement this stream with my secretions as quickly as possible.

So my cock slowly but determinedly snaked its way towards Ne-Ammon-itis pussy, extensively eyed the open vagina and pushed itself between the labia.

While the jaguar goddess was still in front of me, sitting on the bed, a stabbing pain ran through me.

"Your cock is acting unbecoming, my lover," she purred. "My vagina has teeth and you just felt them. So, fuse with me, let your uraeus fill my pussy, and you will never feel the teeth again. Prove that you are worthy of me and fuck me like a stud god should."

I didn't need to be told twice by my goddess, my fusing Jaguarin, my beloved Ne-Ammon-iti, my hot, sexy, wet, horny Tezcatlipoca.

I pulled her onto my lap, pulled her further onto the bed, made her sit on my thighs. My uraeus pushed her body further and further in, past her pussy teeth, snaking her way to the entrance of her uterus.

Ne-Amon-iti groaned with pleasure, jerking her feline head into her neck.

"YES, that's right, Seth! Give me your cock, fill my womanhood with you," she spurred me on.

My cock kept crawling, forcibly boring into her womb, winding its serpentine coils into her womb, filling her and making her belly round as if pregnant.

"Oh yeah. Don't stop, keep going. Whatever you're doing right now, I'll be right there," Ne-Amon-iti moaned, pressed.

At the same time, I bent over, braced myself, grabbed my jaguar goddess by the shoulders, bit her left shoulder full of greed, embraced her as a jackal-mule-stallion-god from the outside and embraced her ovaries with my cobra penis from the inside, the uraeus took aim at the left ovary, took it into its mouth.

Still I bit my beloved goddess firmly in the left shoulder, felt how my fuck-snake deep in her pussy prepared to spit out my semen, my testicles began to pull to the body, were ready to shoot my ejaculate through the snake's body and to mate the Jaguarin, so I closed my eyes now, did not want to delay it anymore, wanted the orgasm.

I didn't notice how Ne-Amon-iti also closed her eyes, her moaning turned into heavy breathing, her climax approaching. I also did not notice that the Naga, the snake goddess sat down. That the uraeus goddess grabbed my snake tail at the root and massaged it, that the naga embraced my testicles and wanted to feel my spurts of semen shoot out of my balls, I noticed just as little.

Firmly focused on the impending climax, I shut out everything around me, released the bite in Ne-Amon-iti's shoulder, jerked my head back, opened my mouth and half jackal, half mule screamed out my lust, loudly proclaiming the successful mating of my goddess, my jaguar, my spouse, my forever and ever fused Tezcatlipoca.

Minutes later, I had fallen backwards into bed, exhausted, my uraeus slipping out of my partner, I came to, opened my eyes and looked into six shining eyes.

I was abruptly with all senses in the thing.

My cock-snake had dutifully retreated into the penis pocket and recovered, for this Ne-A mon-iti still knelt on my thighs, ran from her inside my stallion semen, formed with her juices a torrent, wafted our pleasure scents through the room, formed a mixture of fresh sperm, vaginal wetness, urine and saliva.

I myself looked into two shining eyes that were impressed by the divine stallion but wanted more and into two pairs of eyes that announced that their owners also wanted to be mated by me, that my snake is what it is, a convincing argument to mate with me.

"I'm ready when you are," I said, still a little breathless, gently stroking my penis pocket.