Rendezvous In The Tomb
Amenti was sitting in his usual hide-out, behind the heavy stone sarcophagus of Am-Kepfu. It was night in the Valley of the Princes and this was his favorite place to get away. His father, Anpu Shadaraga, the Prince of Jackals, had been placing tremendous pressure on the young man, grooming him for the position as the king. So here he was, alone, the stem of his hookha held lightly in a black furred hand. He spent the time, in near perfect darkness, reciting the heiroglyphs on the walls from memory, singing them as if they were a song. The jackal prince was broken from his reverie when he heard the shuffle of footsteps on the tomb floor. Someone was coming in. No one was supposed to be here at night, not even him, and he had no intentions of being caught. He shifted his position and peeked around the immovable stone box containing the body of the long since demised king. Golden eyes fell upon the figure of a woman, clad in a cloak with the hood back. A desert fox, he surmised, based on the shape of the ears, then he grinned devilishly: he knew this one.
Tasha bent down to strike a light to the torch she had brought with her when she stopped. Her ears were perked to receive any sound that may come from the room, the small black had caught the scent of Amenti's smoke in the still tomb air.
'Who's here?' she called out, holding the lit torch up to illuminate the gloom. The fox yelped and nearly dropped the torch as the firelight fell upon the form on Amenti, sitting cross-legged on the sarcophagus. His eyes reflected the light of the torch, seeming to glow from the jet fur of his face. He was smiling playfully.
'Who's here is right, Tasha.' The girl was panting, her heart nearly beating out of her chest at the fright.
'What are you doing here, Amenti? You know you're forbidden to come here, especially at night.'
'I'm not the only one who's not allowed here.' He grinned and leaned close to her, his sharp muzzle only inches from her's. Long ago they had fancied one another, when they were pups in the palace. Her family were artisans and helped design his home. Tasha and Amenti played together when they were pups but when she left to study magic at the school in the city they saw less and less of one another.
Now, here she stood, at the pennacle of womanly development and she was mad at him. Tasha dropped the torch she held and crossed her arms angrily.
'Well, princling, what are you doing here?'
'I'm a jackal, Tasha the magnificent, its something I'm sort of predisposed to do.' He returned, still smiling a puckish smile. 'What are you doing here?'
'Um..' she began but stopped, glaring at him, 'what business is it of yours?'
'I could turn you in, you know. You'd be punished pretty badly.'
'The same is true from my side, so I suppose we're at an impasse then. There was silence for a few moments afterward.
'It's good to see you again, Tash. I've missed seeing you at the palace.'
She relaxed a little and smiled at him, 'I've missed you too, Amenti, but you know how it is: study, study, study.'
'That's why you're here isn't it? The incantations from the tomb?'
Tasha nodded, 'So as soon as I get them I'll be out of your fur and we can pretend like we didn't run into one another like this.'
'But what about us? Remember when we were young we said we'd be best friends forever or until Osiris's kilt fell off?' he smiled at her as she giggled.
'Then maybe you'll help me?' her eyes shone in the light. Piercing veridian orbs focusing on his.
Those eyes. They brought, flooding back to him, the memories of her. She had been his first kiss and the first girl he had ever manipulated himself to. His loins warmed then began to ache for her. Amenti then lost control of himself and leaned into her, kissing her deeply. Tasha yelped and tried to pull away, but he kept her close with very strong arms. Only moments passed before she melted against him, returning his affection. Her arms slid down his chest, drawing lines in the rabbit-pelt soft fur, tracing over the curves of his muscular frame. Amenti's muzzle found ground against her neck, raining down soft kisses there. The fox sighed, shivering softly under his attentions, one rogue hand sliding up his thigh and under the gray kilt wrap he wore, trailing a small claw over his inner thigh. His hands roved over her body before untying the cloak and letting it fall away. Beneath she wore nothing more than a white loincloth and foot wrappings. She stepped closer to him, letting her head tilt back as he kissed over the supple orbs that were her breasts, so beautifully formed over the years.
Tasha's hand moved up from his thigh to his sheath, the thick member already halfway out from her caress. She leaned close and kissed one of his long pointed ears, teasing one of the several golden rings with her tongue. The jackal sighed as he felt Tasha's hand stroke him slowly. He stood and she moaned, taking a step back from him. Amenti's golden eyes roved over her before settling back to her eyes. She gazed back, panting slowly.
'Amenti,' she said softly, 'I've never..but, if you would have me..' Tasha seemed suddenly very timid. The jackal prince smiled a small caring smile and stood, tracing his fingers over her stomach as he paced around her. She whimpered lightly as she felt him press against her backside, kissing her shoulder from behind.
'I've never either.' He chuckled quietly against her long ear, 'so it'd be fitting if we were each other's first.' His hands slid down her front to her loincloth. Nimble hands had it untied and on the sandy stone floor in no time. Tasha whimpered but took his hand guiding slowly between her thighs. He slid his finger into her slit and she shivered. Softly he rubbed her, feeling her writhe against him only made him harder.
'Here,' the fox pulled slowly away from him and sat on the sarcophagus, wrapping her tail over her lap to conceal her womanhood. 'mate me, Amenti.'
He couldn't deny her stare, a lustful but yielding gaze that screamed her passion for him without words or sound. The jackal let his wrap fall away, exposing his throbbing knotted member to her. She bit her lip and stared at it. But she lay back and lifted her legs slowly so that her feet were perched on the edge of the sarcophagus, her tail still kept her concealed. Amenti stepped to her and moved her tail aside, gazing down at her. Her fingers spread the soft gray brown fur that surrounded her vagina, exposing a soft pink warmth. He stood next to the sarcophagus and she smiled, helping him guide his long jackal cock to her opening.
'Are you sure it'll fit?' he said, not wanting to hurt her.
'We'll make it.' She purred in return. She arched her back as he stepped closer, sinking his rock hard member into her. Tasha whined and clutched the hard stone of the tomb, raking her small claws over it as she felt herself break as he penetrated her.
'Isis! Ungh!' she cried out. Amenti sighed softly, reaching to hold her hands. He could feel her tight body yield to his hard cock and it felt better than any time he had ever touched himself to her image. She held his hands and bucked her hips against him.
'More!' she whined, 'deeper Amenti!' and the jackal was more than willing to oblige. He took up a rhythm, pumping her slowly beginning to moan out. Tasha put her linen wrapped feet against his chest, whimpering and moaning. It hurt her a little at first but once he was inside her she conformed to his thick jackal cock and soon it was as if they were made for one another. The jackal held her feet against his chest, moving his hips back and forth, his motions becoming rougher, his balls slapping against her small brown rear. The desert fox, panted, her full breasts bouncing with his thrusts. Her hands moved over them, cupping them. Her ears were back and her eyes clenched shut. Tasha's muzzle was opened wide a constant stream of encouragement and sounds of pleasure issued forth.
'Tasha, I'm going to explode!' he whined out.
'Just a little more, Amenti! I'm almost...oh Isis! Hold my legs!' He moved his hands from her feet to her ankles and pulled them from his chest, holding them apart, still slamming his jackal meat into her. Tasha's fingers slid into her warm opening and rubbed her sopping wet clit. She whined and bucked against him as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her.
'Oh Amenti! It feels so good!' The jackal soon followed her, tearing himself from her, stroking his cock as he spurted his seed, drenching her stomach, breasts and shoulder with his scalding hot load. Her tongue hung lightly from her muzzle, her breath coming in short harsh pants, Amenti wasn't in much better shape. Neither of them spoke for many moments but it was Tasha who broke the silence: 'Mmmm. I've never felt something so wonderful, Amenti.' She smiled some, looking up at him, her dark eyes glittering with the torchlight.
'Neither have I.' He purred in return, stroking her thighs, looking down at her ejaculate soaked fur. Tasha blushed, realizing just how exposed she was. She moved to dress herself, secretively tasting a bit of his seed when her back was to him. He sat back atop the sarcophagus, feeling the warmth continuing to radiate from the stone. The jackal prince crossed his legs and watched her, his playful smile returning. 'Leaving so soon?'
She wheeled on him, wielding her torch. 'Because of you I'm going to be late!' The desert fox pulled her hood up and growled and started to stalk out of the tomb. She stopped and looked back at him. 'Walk with me?' Amenti hopped down and gathered his things, his water pipe, and satchel then threw his cloak on over his nude form. The large eared fox watched him in the torchlight. His form was exquisite, lithe and graceful. When his eyes fell back on her she looked away quickly, pretending to be looking over an inscription. 'Lets go.' He slung his bag over his shoulder and reached for her free hand. The young woman looked at it for a moment before blushing beneath her light brown fur and taking it. They left the tomb together and were a good distance away before she groaned and stopped suddenly. 'What is it, Tasha?' Amenti spoke softly, looking concerned.
'I forgot to get the spells!' She whined and looked back at the tomb, so far away now. Then she looked down at their hands clasped, 'Well it wasn't a total loss.'
'More than happy to share that information, Tasha. You should have just asked.' He looked up at the stars in the clear desert sky and began to recite the engravings on the walls of Am-Kepfu. The fox looked stunned.
'You knew them all along!?' Tasha swatted the jackal and groaned again. Amenti smiled and kissed her cheek, 'Pretend like you didn't hear it. Use it as an excuse to go back there again. I'll be waiting.'