Sultry
Imagine yourself in a deep trance - your eyelids slowly get heavier, and the world seems to become first a blur, then silence. You sleep deeply, entering the swirling mists that weave time, space, and reality with timelessness, infinity, and fantasy. As the mists surround you, dreams flash before your mind's eye, until finally they too are nothing, and all goes dark for an indeterminate interval of time, if indeed such a thing as time exists in this place where you are now.
You slowly awaken in an unfamiliar place - yet there is something uncanny about it. You're on some kind of patio. As your eyes open, you see a sky full of stars and the bright disc of a full moon low on the horizon. The sound of moving water ripples in your ears - not the rushing sound of water over rocks, but the gentle sound of a lazy river stirring reeds and rushes. Moonlight glimmers over the softly rippling water, dappling the sandstone pillars at the edges of the patio with soft waves of light, slightly offset by the flickering firelight emanating from a single brazier near the center of the patio.
A smooth breeze stirs the smooth cotton sheets that cover you from the waist down. You sit up slowly, becoming aware that you've awakened on a cushioned sofa out on this patio. The night breeze is cold and very dry - and as it shifts the white sheets and you sit up, you realize that you are clothed in only a lightweight linen kilt, tied off at the waist. A pair of leather sandals sits on the ground in front of the sofa. Taking another look at your surroundings, you can see the river, with reeds, small leather-leafed shrubs, and the occasional tall palm tree lining its banks. Beyond, you see only sand dunes. You're in the desert.
Turning in the other direction, you see that the patio is attached to a large, ornate structure: a palace. The moonlit sandstone stands out sharply against the velvet black night sky, enhanced further by the orange glow streaming out through the small windows. There is a doorway into the palace from the patio, but the thought of walking towards it fills you with an inexplicable fear. Your heart beats faster as a thick mist fills the doorway. A dark figure emerges from the mist - tall and walking slowly towards you with a self-assured stride.
The mists fall away behind this newcomer, and seemingly not of your own volition, you fall to your knees and avert your view from his face. The new figure is a jackal with silky black fur. Though you don't see his face, you can feel his gaze upon you. A chill runs through your body as the jackal stops to stand in front of you, and the chill is not only from the wind of a cold desert night. You don't know who this jackal is or how you came to be here in his presence, but you know he is powerful to control the mists and command such a palace as this.
A black-furred hand softly touches the underside of your chin, and the jackal raises your eyes to meet his. "Don't be afraid, my beloved," his tranquil baritone voice rings in your ear, "No harm will come upon you here." His deep blue eyes, framed by golden accents, shine brightly in the dim light. Every breath he takes stirs the jewelry and the golden tips of his blue cloth headdress, making the gold glisten in the firelight. "I am Anubis," he announces as a playful smile crosses his lips, "And you are here in a dream that is not a dream. I am as real as I seem, as is everything here."
He gracefully lowers himself to one knee and takes your hand in his, bidding you to rise. "I am the lord of this palace, and I have brought you here from the mists to celebrate the alignment of the planets, for I desire a companion this night." You stand with him, though you don't meet his full height. "Come with me," he says softly. From his tone, it is clear that he is making a command rather than a request; however, though you are still apprehensive of the type of companionship Anubis desires of you, you feel no inclination to disobey. You slip your feet into the leather sandals and follow Anubis into the palace.
As you cross the threshold, flame-lit sconces along the walls somehow grow brighter on their own, and the space is pleasantly warm out of the night wind. Anubis leads you to a medium-sized room. There are large cushions covering spaces in the floor, along with a comfortable futon against one wall. A doorway on the far wall leads onto a balcony overlooking the river, though the night's chill doesn't penetrate the space.
Anubis draws the heavy curtain closed, making the room private. He then turns to you and approaches, putting one arm on your shoulder to pull you in close. With his other arm, he runs his fingertips down your spine, and you shudder from the sensual touch. You become aware of the jackal's masculine scent: virile hints of musk, mixed with the sweet scent of sandalwood and a dusty breath of fragrance that suggests something of the desert sands. As the desert god's fingers find the small of your back, you feel your loins begin to stir as you begin to understand just what Anubis wants from you.
The jackal seems to sense this realization, and that same faint smile crosses his face. He pulls you in close, holding you with both arms, and his nose nearly touches yours as he explains, "Yes, beloved. We will both take much pleasure in tonight. I have spent much time waiting, and we will be lovers this night." His voice grows softer with each word until he speaks in barely a whisper. Finally, he presses his lips to yours; you taste the slightly sweet tang of dates in his warm breath as he easily slides his tongue into your waiting mouth. Both your eyes and Anubis's eyes close as he lifts his hand from your shoulder and softly runs his fingers across your ear, holding the kiss all the while.
After some time, Anubis finally breaks away from the long kiss, and he stands back with the same smile on his face. He removes the mantle from his shoulders and sets it on a stand near one of the lamps, and then he slides the sandals off his feet and finally unties the sash of his kilt, letting it fall noiselessly to the floor at his feet. He takes a few graceful steps towards the pallet of comfortable cushions, using the opportunity to put his ample assets on full display. His buttocks are round and firm, flexing satisfyingly with each step, and as he lowers himself onto the cushions, he turns back towards you and you can see the full glory of his plump, dark, uncircumcised manhood, already beginning to swell in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Indeed, you feel your own staff beginning to rise at the sight of this handsome specimen.
"Disrobe and come lie with me," he commands. The thought of disobeying doesn't even occur to you. Truly this night will be one you will not soon forget.