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Gift of the Nile By Luther

Raithian wasn't exactly sure what pushed him towards Egypt. He could have gone just about anywhere on his vacation but the old Land of the Pharaohs always held a special place for him. The Egypt he wanted to see was somewhere between the tourist version and the 'real' Egypt you hear about on free spirit traveler's blogs. Among the goals he had set for himself on this trip was to visit a number of temples and ruins he had chosen from a list, things that interested him.

One of the old temples that Raith planned on visiting was a little more difficult to get to, namely because it was technically on private property. However a quick call to an assistant and he was able to secure permission surprisingly quickly from a rather jovial sheikh who seemed almost happy to allow someone who appreciated history to visit, self-guided on his honor even. He had expected that he might had to pay for use of the land, such was not the case. At the limits of the elder's property, he was met by a pair of his men in an old blue truck who showed him the way. They led him right to the old sun temple grounds but chose to remain outside, preferring the company of crude jokes and the vehicle's radio to a bunch of old stones. It would seem that things from the world of antiquity did little for them.

In front of Raith stood the sun temple, it's singular dominating wide obelisk still in amazing condition despite the age. It had been cracked and smashed around what had to be the midpoint, with what was once the upper portion now half buried in the dry earth. It had to be over two hundred feet tall when it was whole.

He passed through the open gatehouse structure even though he didn't have to. What was once a wall that ringed what was essentially a courtyard for the altar area now had so many crumbling holes in it that it might as well not be there. Consulting his guidebook, his crossed the large open field to the base of the edifice and noticed something there that was not in the book. There were a set of stairs descending underneath the obelisk platform. This was not in any of the pictures or drawings or descriptions. Was this an anomaly? Something not built to grand Heliopolian standards? This he had to check out.

Soft, leathery footpads fell against the dry stairs, stepping over the sand swept into the cuts that nearly turned it into a ramp. Plenty had blown down into the room he discovered: a simple square shaped affair with little on it but a waist high table with a number of indentions on it. What had he expected, gold or some crazy kind of treasure? This was on a rich sheikh's land and if anything were left over he probably got it one way or another. Well, better someone else take it and have whatever curse that came along for the ride. Still, he might as well investigate and began to do just so.

"You are not one of mine. You are far from home," a voice said, the source behind him.

There was a bright flash and Raith could see his own shadow cast on the wall in front of him for a second. He turned to see a figure in the room that was not there before, one leaning up against a section of the wall he know he had just passed. He looked a lot like Raith, only larger, broader, and not possessing the same albino coloration, just the normal dusty grey-green. The shaping was different too, a distant cousin of his kind, a crocodile most likely. What -was- odd about him was that he might have been wearing garb of the local custom, it certainly was not from this age. The book he held called what the crocodile wore a shendyt, the name for those belted wraps all the statues wore . . . though this one was no statue. He wore a number of thick bracelets and anklets of gold and lapis lazuli.

The miraculous entrance coupled with the fact that he was dressed in such a way led Raith to believe that this crocodile was beyond the normal order of things, as many might think. The fact that he seemed to be graced with a thin outline of dim light at all times, as if he were perpetually eclipsing some minor source, lent to that idea. Then recognition struck.

"Woah! Are you . . ." he paused a moment, turning pages in his booklet to find the right reference picture while the crocodile arched an eyebrow. "Sobek, right?"

"What? No," he responded. "Well, a fractal aspect of him. So yes but also not at all."

The gator was still visibly confused. He absentmindedly and slowly turned another page, despite still looking straight up at the stranger.

"But you will call me Nakhti."

Still confused.

"Or just Nak."

Raithian finally regained his capacity for speech. "So why do you speak English?"

Nak sighed. "Same reason you do. I can go places, do things, learn stuff . . . like a modern language. Would you be surprised to learn that I use a smartphone? Not to communicate exactly, I can do that with my mind most of the time, but lately I've been addicted to this one game-" he stopped himself, recognizing his own rambling. "Point is, I might be a guardian of this temple but that doesn't define me. We might be a few hundred years old but we don't exist in a vacuum."

"Oh . . ."

"And that brings me to my next point. The guardian part. I get called here, dressed in this outfit whenever someone breaks in and trespasses. That would be you."

"Oh sh- I'm so sorry I didn't know. I mean I didn't think that . . . the owner said I could -"

"The owner? That fat man might own the ground around it but not the temple. I recognize no permission." Nak continued on. "There was once a time where I'd just kill you and move on but I plan on making this trip worth it." It almost sounded rehearsed. "But I might be convinced to allow you to pass freely if you pay tribute."

Why was Raith a little wary to the sound of that? Of course, most things are preferable when the alternative is so grim. Not thinking to actually ask what the tribute would be, he slowly nodded his head in agreement.

And with that consent, Nak moved from his spot and swiftly undid his belt as if he were waiting for this and everything before was just a formality. As he moved to Raith, the gator could see just how tall he was, standing a full head and a half above him.

"You should know that one must kneel to give properly."

Raith did not mistake this for a request and took to his knees, prompting a toothy grin from Nak (as if he could any other way). He opened the wrap to expose himself to the gator and Raith's mouth dropped a little. The croc's manhood was staggeringly large, about eight inches soft and hanging oh so close to the gator's face, though no less than what Raith would expect. And, if he had to be honest with himself, it wasn't like part of, a big part of him, wanted to do this.

"What are you waiting for?" Nak asked. Raithian had become a bit lost in staring at it.

"You-You're so big I'm not sure if I-"

"You can."

"But what if-"

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried," the crocodile seemed to anticipate everything he said. "You, on the other hand, better be careful."

Raithain used his hands to lift the huge amount of crocodile and brought it up to his lips. Heavy even when flaccid, he had to brace an arm just to keep it held up. Carefully, he leaned in to give it a few testing kisses on the head and was rewarded with a low rumble from the owner which sounded mostly pleased. Bringing it higher, he hauled the heavy mass upward and ran his tongue along the underside of it, from the base of it to the tip, stopping there to swirl the end of his tongue around it, pressing against it as it began to plump up.

He was a little alarmed at how quick it swelled, feeling the resistance growing in his hands as he cradled the thing, beginning to lift itself on its own power. Power was certainly a word for it. He stared, blinking only on rare occasion as he watched it, pumping his hands along it and squeezing on occasion as it grew harder and harder. He could feel his own beginning to stir as he realized that what he held was actually becoming stronger than his hand's ability to compress, near rock-like hardness, nor could he wrap a single one around it.

By the time it was fully standing at attention, the thing was as long as his forearm and about as thick with an almost spade-shaped flaring tip. Not wanting to be chastised for taking too long, Raith opened his mouth and took the plunge, feeling it slide past his lips. Inch after inch invaded him, the edges of his mouth began to burn as they stretched in desperate attempt to accommodate the sheer size. He felt it press down on his tongue and force his cheeks outward. It was an order of magnitude far larger than he had ever taken before. A few moments went by, Raith finally relaxed his throat, and it seemed to work but it was still hard to breathe. Scarce airflow was had, just enough to keep him going but there was not much he could do, no room to move anything.

After a long and content sigh, Nak saw the smaller gator's position and grabbed hold of Raithian's crown for leverage. Then, with one long and smooth motion, the crocodile withdrew his cock from Raith's mouth. The gator coughed a few times and rubbed his jaw, dimly aware there was another presence in the room. The sound of footsteps came from behind him. No, more like the sharp tapping of claws or talons.

"You did well . . . but I seem to be too much for you." Nak said and looked up to greet another with a nod. Raith looked behind himself.

Standing there, having arrived who knows when during the time the gator was trying to take on that monster, was another similar in size and dress to Nak. Only this one was a falcon, some relative of Horus perhaps?

"Trespasser?" asked the newcomer.

"Paying tribute," answered Nak, it was a sure thing that the falcon knew what that meant. "Well, since you can only handle so much," the crocodile continued, looking down at Raith. "Maybe you'll be a better fit for Asim here."

Asim was already disrobing and circling the two of them, looking for an angle no doubt. "The table?" he said.

In silent agreement the two of them fell on Raithian, lifting him up with their large and more-than-capable arms onto the table in the center of the room. The gator had originally taken it for some ceremonial purpose and perhaps it once had one, but the use it found today was a little less reverent. He was practically flipped onto his backside, leaving his hard cock standing up in the air, running obliquely to his belly and leaking upon it. His eyes darted around, he wondered what would happen next even though part of him already knew.

He found his view dominated with the falcon, Asim. The bird of prey learned over to run talons lightly over Raith's heaving chest, pausing to tease the nipples they encountered and enjoy every tortured whine and moan they provoked from the little albino gator.

However, Nak was not going to just stand around and watch. Everything Asim did distracted Raith from what Nak was doing. The crocodile had maneuvered to the other end of the table. Before the gator knew what happened, he found his legs seized by the ankles and lifted up, leaving his rear exposed to the world but, most importantly, to the crocodile.

He acted quickly and Raith had little time to stop him (if he could, or even wanted to) before the gator felt something pressing against his tailhole. Dear lord, it felt like an entire fist, but he knew it wasn't. From the feel of it, like it or not, Raith was about to find out if his rear could take more than his throat.

For just a moment, his attention shifted forward. It was hard to ignore a nine foot tall falcon man shoving his huge malehood in your face. As if Riath needed any further reason, he opened his mouth wide, as wide as he did before, not entirely knowing what to expect given his divided focus. Fortune had it that the falcon's cock wasn't quite as large, Raith found breathing much easier with it occupying him.

However, a minor trifle considering the beast at his backside. A moment of mental preparation, a sharp intake of breath, and he felt it disappear into him, spreading him wider than ever. His hips shifted in place, squirming to handle it all, the relentless push further and further in that forced the gator's shaft to lustful life.

And there he lay, trying his best to pleasure two wondrously hung creatures while his mind swam. He forgot about whatever discomfort befell him, it slipped into the distance, drowned out by the only things that mattered, the things buried deep inside him. His throat and tongue worked like mad, lashing along the underside of the thrusting manhood, trying to wrap around it, do everything he could while he clenched around Nak ramming into him again and again. Raith closed his eyes and just let instinct take over. He couldn't be bothered to even pretend he didn't love every moment of this.

As much as he wished it would just last and last, time escaped him, and he opened his eyes when he heard Asim above him grunting and felt the dick in his mouth pulse in a way he knew all too well. The falcon threw back his head and puffed out his chest as the inevitable overtook him and flooded the gator. Raith held on tight as he felt it blast past his mouth and down his throat. Just seconds after, Nak buckled to his own carnal need and followed suit.

Already he was growing full of cum and the last thing the gator saw was his own expanding stomach angling his cock towards himself and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself. As his length slapped against his stomach over and over again from the rough jostling, all he could do was close his eyes and he felt himself boiling over, giving in.

Raithian soaked himself with jet after yet, and heard laugher from above, aimed at his predicament as the mess spread across his neck and shoulders. A chorus of panting developed between them as they cooled and calmed themselves, pulled free of their fucktoy.

The gator looked up at the other two and they exchanged a nod. He could definitely count any debt as paid.