Holy Intervention
By Skylor Forscythe

	The temple's interior was cavernous, candle light hardly doing anything in the massive room.  Marble columns reached up into the black, the roof it held hidden in the shadows.  Jasmine sat there before a small stone alter, incense rising and swirling around her grey lupine body.  She chanted quietly to herself, holding her paws over a shallow golden basin, etched ornately with various hieroglyphics which showed the story of the god Anubis coming to claim a young female for his concubine.
	She pulled her paws away, her voice raising as the reflection of her black paw pads receded from the sacramental oil's surface that filled it.  She pulled her fingers slowly up her arms, over the tops of her tan cloth covered breasts, to grasp the obsidian broach holding it tightly to her lithe form.
	The shewolf paused for just a moment before she squeezed it, it's sharp edges slicing through the flesh of her fingers.  Without a wince of pain, pure bright red blood dripped from her fingers, staining her top.
	Her voice grew louder and ever louder ad she thrust her paws out over the vessel, her life giving fluid dripping from her paws and falling to mix with the pungent oil.  Her chanting became repetitve as she took a smaller bowl in her right paw, blood still flowing into the large from her right.
	"Arise to my voice," she cried, pouring the smaller bowls contents into the larger, the powder coming alight the instant it touched the crimson mixture.
	The fire purned dark purple from the gilded bowl, filling the temple with it's light.  "I seek congress with you, my lord," she called up into the freshly lit room, paws held high.  "Great god of the dead, Anubis, here my call and grant me with your holy presence!"  
	Her paws pulled from the heavens they reached toward and directly into the flames.  Jasmine snarled out at the pain, but left her paws there.  She was very soon shuddering from the most unbarable pain and the thought that her paws would be permenantly scarred if Anubis didn't see her worthy to heal.
	Worry crossed over her face as she began pulling her paws back to her.
	Terror swept through her as her paws came from the fire, the fur completely burned away, her flesh bubbling and blistering.  She nearly screamed as the pain grew worse in the cool air, then again in alarm as her flesh healed.  Slowly the bubbles disappeared, her skin returning to it's normal dark color.  They itched her terribly and with another look, the fur grew quickly back from wrist to finger tips.
	"Thanks be to you, Lord Anubis," Jasmine whispered to herself, cradling her paws.
	"Who has spoken my holy name?"
	The grey shewolf turned on her knees to where the voice seemed to have come from, her newly healed paws almost gouging the stone floor.  She swept the room with her eyes with what remained of the purple light as the fire died behind her, looking for the source of the booming voice.
	Jasmine made out a shape at the farthest side of the room, but not a shape in the light, but a shape of dark, as if the light was hiding from this thing.  "Who's there," she called to it with a slight crackle of her voice.  "Why are you in my temple?!"
	"I thought this temple belonged to me..."	
	The shape disappeared before the voice came, and it seemed to begin in front of her, then circle around to her back as it ended.  She cast her eyes behind her and took slowly to her feet.
	What she saw didn't surprise her.  The statue of her love standing proudly in his holy majesty, his arms crossed with his sceptres held tightly in strong paws.  She'd comissioned this almost two years befor4e, having it sent back several times to make sure everything was perfect.
	This statue was her absolute favorite, capturing her vision of the lord of the gates to the afterlife perfectly, dozens and dozens of pounds of gold paid for it's sculpting.
	Her care was not only to appease Anubis himself with it's majesty.  The thoughts of all the illicit behaviors she'd performed at this very spot, gazing up at the statue, the many males that had had her laying on this spot, they're cocks digging deeply inside her, and finally claiming them as their's, but never having it be true.  She was already claimed by the dark god.  She dipped her fingers down, glancing over the gold piercing in her navel, her true thoughts as they savaged her tempting her to move them lower.
	Many a night in the past since it arrived, she'd wait here in the temple for the other pirestesses to leave, so that she might sate her feral desires for him in the statue's presence.  It made her feel as though he were watching her bring herself to orgasm and approving of her love for him.
	"By the gods," she moaned out, her paws finally moving lower, staring at the statue of her god and one true fantasy.  Her fingers moved, pressing the thin fabric of her dress tightly between her legs, drawing her clawtip between the petals of her sex.
	"That's not necessary," the voice spoke again, her eyes examing the statue where it had come from.  The surface marble darkened before her eyes, soon becoing as black as the night sky above the world.  Slowly at first at the ankles then coming in in rapid waves, fur grew in, soon covering the dark marble figure.  The claws glistened on its fingers and toes, catching every stray beam of light in the room that the candles cast.
	Jasmine staggered back, unsure and afraid of what she was witnessing.  Her eyes never left the form on the carved pedestal for fear of what would happen if she'd look away.
	The statue's eyes flew open, muscled chest expanding as it filled with air.  The candles around the room flared, becoming torches, brightly lighting the room as the statue began to move, looking directly at the buxom shewolf below.
	"But with this type of waste, I can see how you're pitiful plea for congress was heard," Anubis said, mouth moving this time.  His arms uncrossed, dropping the sceptres to the the floor, shattering the stone blocks of the floor from their weight.  "Is that what you do when you should be preparing the rites of the dead?"
	"My...my...," Jasmine stammered, years of trying and failing to summon her lord and now she stood right before him.
	"Speak up, child," his voice boomed out, his voice thundering through the chamber as he stepped down onto the floor everything shaking as each foot fell.  "The faster you clear your mind, the faster I may have the floor."
	"I...I meant no dis...disrespect, m'lord," the grey shewolf studdered, trying her damnedest to conpose herself again.
	His stride was quick and stren, standing next to Jasmine in almost a blink of the eye.  He towered over her at almost eight foot at the tips of his ears, head, shoulders, and chest above her.  "No one ever does, but the proper question would have been to ask if you had offended me," he said, calm and genlte, staring down at the great example of lupine femininity.
	"Have I offended you, m...m'lord," she asked, casting her eyes to her dark, almost black socked feet.
	"No, not this eve, child," he said, each word carefully chosen.
	Jasmine sighed in relief, unclasping her paws that she hadn't relized she'd clasped.  She moved her paws to the obsidian broach at her front.  "I'm honored by your presence and you grace me with an audience, lord of lords.  I wish to offer you myself," she whispered, pulling the broach free.
	The thin, tan and gold flecked fabrics swirled as it all dropped as one, the top dragging the dress down over her sultry hips, to pool at her ankles.
	The light and dark greys of her fur were exposed for the dark lord's view.  Her chest heaved with anxious breath as his eyes roved over her form.  Looking over her storm shaded toes, her ankles, and the ends of the dark greyed socks at the tops of her firms calves, the sights of which would and had made many a male melt where he stood.
	He held solidly, unwaveringly, as his eyes moved on.  Her silky, light grey thighs lead up and joined at her nether regions framed by a dark tuft of grey.  Gold glinted between her lips, a tiny bit of a piercing there visible as she stood, experience of all told him it was vertically through her clitoral hood.  A true delight to play with in private and in public.
	Her stomach was plush, but not big.  Just enough padding to make her a delight to hug and to cover her musculature.  So pleasant to touch softly with one's fingers, threading fingers and clawtips through the white grey fur covering there.
	He continued on, following her lightest of grey belly fur, past the gold in her belly, to the curve of her breasts.  The pert, inviting mounds sat there, the same mid grey of the majority of her, awaiting his touch.  He watched them move with her breath, inviting his warm fingers to touch and caress.
	Most males would find each breast a paw and a half to hold, but to the large black jackal standing before her, they would be easy to handle in his massive, muscular paws.
	Anubis' head moved again after a short pause there, sweeping over her hard nipples, her swaying neck, and to her face.  The god didn't need to examine her thoughts as she slowly looked up into his eyes.  Blue eyes sat in her grey face, lips curling in a seductive smile.  She flipped back her jet black hair, the three rings strung through her ears jingled delicately.
	"Do I meet your approval, Lord," she asked, hazarding a step forward, her eyes never leaving his.
	He closed the rest of the distance between them, maintaining that precious eye contact, yellow into her blue.  His arms dropped to her sides as he stepped in beside her.  "What if I'm not interested in you offering," he said, voice low and alluring, her ears barily catching it.  "Perhaps, I'm more interested in hearing about your excesses since you've become my head priestess here six years ago."
	Jasmine tilted her head back, he smile still in place, "What do you mean, m'lord?"
	His reflexes were nothing of this world, his mighty paws taking her about her ears, the rings pressed hard to the flesh they pierced.  "What of these then?!  You're far more lavish than any of my other priestesses!  Most live in poverty to serve me, but you adorn yourself in gold and jewels!"
	Jasmine did everything in her power not to cry out in pain.  Her ears stung, but she knew it had other possibilities.  "I haven't a thought what you could mean, m'lord."
	Anubis's grip tightened.  "Do not be coy with me," he bellowed, voice carrying through the hall, bounced off the collumns, and returned to her ears louder than he'd yelled.  "I will not be lied to, bitch!  How much did these cost your temple?!  You didn't have them when you stepped through these hallowed arches!"
	Her mind spun in all directions like it was trying to follow the echoes in her ears.  She writhed in his grasp, pulling at her own ears sharply.
	"Perhaps you don't recall," he said, calming his voice, "it was a long time ago."  The dark god's paws released her ears, but took her quickly around the waist, her back to him, fingers over the ring in her naval.  "Perhaps this one," he said, fingers twining the medal,"this one's a little more rect, isn't it?  How much did it cost my followers and most devoted?"
	Biting her lip was the only way she could keep from trying to defend herself.  She had already displeased him. but where would she have been had she tried to bite him.  
	"I don't recall, my god of gods," she groaned, writhing more under his powerful fingers.
	"Oh, you don't," he said, keeping his voice level, but his aggrevation continued to pour through like a fine wine from a greek amphorae.  "Perhaps we can try the newest of them, perhaps that one will be fresh in your mind."
	His paws moved slowly, carefully, down along her front.  He met her legs and brought his paws together and further down.  Every motion of his fingers, from twirling his pads to dragging his claws lightly, was caluclated to keep Jasmine calm as his paws moved closer and closer to their destination.
	She moaned out loud and low, tilting her head back a little, feeling her lord and master get closer and closer to touching wher she'd wished him to touch her whole life.  She moved very little, not wishing Anubis to think she wanted control.  Control, and her body, were his right from the great creation.
	Anubis his his smile that was trying to creep across his muzzle as his fingers touched her finally, the pads warming from the burning heat her lips were putting off.  The fingers of his right paw crept between her legs farther, touching one of the little balls of gold, moving the bar that connected it with the other like it, sliding it along her clit.
	"Do you remember how many mouths went hungry for this," the huge jackal asked, jasmine moaning as his left paw spread her legs further for ease.
	"I don't know, lord," she nearly cried out when he reached to touch the other ball, her self control melted completely away.
	The black jackal growled lowly, eyeing the side of the female's face.  "I find that hard to believe," he said quietly, pressing his thick clawtipped finger shallowly between the petals of her sex.  "Now tell me the answer to my question."
	The thin wolf moaned out under the god's ministrations, wanting him to do nothing more than to plunge his cock inside her.  "I...I...," she studdered, trying to force the words past her supple, black lips.  "I forced...everyone to eat...litma beans and...drink straight....mrrrr...from the Nile where it was no....no longer clean..."
	The smile finally crept over his own black lips, having finally gotten what he wanted.  "How long?"
	"Two moans," she moaned out.
	"You've done all this and more," he whispered into the lupine's ear, "all to keep yourself in finery.  You make me sick as you hide it."
	Removing his fingers quickly, claws nearly slicing through her delicate flesh, and spun her to face him.  "Had you no thought I may have already known the answers to my questions," he yelled down at her, his lips curled to expose his teeth, "no thought that I had already heard the crying, desperate prayers of more loyal followers here?!"
	"I plead your forgiveness, lord," she said, her body to shake from fear.
	Anubis stared down at her with contempt, taking in all there was to see.  He released her, black fingers removed suddenly enough to stagger her for a moment.  "I hear all prayers cast out for my ears," he said as her knees finally buckled, dropping her heavily onto the hard stone florr.  "I wish never to here their wails as I have heard from here again."
	Jasmine sobbed as she sat on her knees, holding herself tightly with her own arms.  She'd known that Anubis would have been displeased for the things she'd done.  Staring down at her own beautiful body, she felt only utter disgust for what she saw.
	Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she thought about all of her actions.  It would have been better to spread her legs to slaves who'd found gold upon the sacred alter than to have starved her priestesses.  Her piercings meant to arrouse her handsome, ebon, god, but all they'd done was bring his displeasure and anger upon her.
	"I bessech you, Lord Anubis, Guardian of the Dead, I shall regain your faith in me," she nearly wailed as she fell forward, touching his large foot paws, carressing them as if she were handling the finest of gems.  "I will not fail you again."
	He feet pulled away as he stepped around her.  "make sure that you don't," he growled as he walked back to the marble pedestal he'd stepped down from.  Lifting his leg, he set his foot on it's top, prepared to lift himself, when he turned to watch Jasmine regain her feet, "You will not enjoy the consequence if you do."
	"Is there anything," she whispered, turning to face his holy visage, "I can offer in appeasement?"
	Slowly she strode over to where he stood, careful of her foot falls and gait, calculating each.  The effect was perfect, the swaying of her hips and breasts, all in effort to get his attention or the promise of the many wonderful things she had to offer.  The distacne was short and easily covered by her long, powerful legs.  Gently, she laid her fingers on his hip, "I would give anything to appease you, Anubis."
	Anger was thick enough to be tangible as his yellow eyes turned red.  "I want nothing of you, bitch," he yelled down at her, powerful voice once again thundered the chamber.  "You offer yourself as a whore before discussion of compensation!  You sicken even me with this behavior!"
	"Please, m'lord," she cried, shielding herself from his fury. "I meant no disrespect!"
	"Twice you have offered your body to me like a whore, and twice I've rebuked you," Anubis said, stepping down and turning to face her.
	Jasmine backed away quickly, remembering full well the tales she'd heard of those that had invoked the wrath of the gods, and of fates she wished never to experience.  "Ple...gakkk!"
	A great dark claw encircled her neck, clawtips dug in, cutting off her voice and her breath as he lifted her from the ground.  Jasmine's own paws took his wrists to prevent herself from strangling.  The jackal lord lifted her to eye level with him, fires hotter than hell piercing into her.
	"Perhaps I should teach you why you should never press a god," he growled deep in his chest as he took her back to the pedestal.  "I'll just do that now for your benefit, whore."
	His paw opened and she dropped hard onto the marble surface.  She watched closely as he moved his paws to his ceremonial skirt, working quickly over the clasps.
	The thick cloth dropped heavily on the floor, his ankles encircled.  Jasmine's eyes threw open wide at what she saw before her, not believing it.  Easily as long as her forearm and thick as her wrist laid his vein-laiden cock.  It was hard, but still hung along his thigh pulsing, not wanting to disobey it's master and rise without command.
	Slowly it moved before her, rising and rising, until it stood proudly.  Many inches it stood, a great black spire of flesh.  It throbbed and she stared, then something dawned on her.
	"He's too big," a voice in her head screamed, "he's going to hurt you!"
	"Please,.lord," she whimperes, back peddling on the marble pedestal, shivering a little, as much from fear as from the cold stone.
	He stepped out of the cloth ringing his feet, canid cock bobbing threateningly, as he walked toward her.  "You wished to act as a whore in my presence and you will be treated as such," he growled.
	Anubis stopped and bent downm his thick godhood laid on the pedestal's top.  He reached out quickly and took her by her ankles, her claws screeching as he drug her toward him.
	She tried her best to resist, and tried not to scream when his cock touched her thigh, half her tight ass hanging precariously off the edge.
	"Please, Anubis, I beg of you," she said, fighting his grip, but found it solid.  "I plead to you, don't do this!"
	"If you did not want this," he said softly as he let her ankles go, knowing she'd leave them raised where he'd put them, "then you should not have acted as you have."
	He took his shaft in paw, fingers just behind his head, and maneuvered it into place.  Tears tinted Jasmine's grey furred cheeks as his head spread her lips, foricng in slowly, prolonging her newly found pain.
	Many inches around stretched her, a throb of his flesh away from tearing through her velvet walls.  She dropped down from her elbows, wailing hoarsely as her back made contact with the cold stone of the pedestal again.  "Why, oh God of Gods, no," she cried out as he fed more flesh past the silver glinting of her clitoral piercing.
	Her lips tensed tight, trying their best to relax to a normal measure when his head finally entered her fully.  She wept quietly as she thanked all the gods for their blessings.  She was blessed not to be dead, she was blessed that she had not broken, and most of all, blessed that he'd stopped and gone no further.
	"Thank you, Lord Anubis," she sobbed, paws held to her eyes.  "I have learned my lesson.  I was presumptuous and far too forward with an offering that offended you.  I will nev..."
	"You think this punishment is only for your transgressions of this eve," he snarled as he gripped her left ankle hard enough for her breath to quicken from the pain.  "This is for the suffering of my followers in your care, in hopes that you will feel the pain you caused them to afford your finery!"
	His grip tightened further, his hips surging, and he thrust seven long inches of jackal cock into her.  Jasmine's scream sharp, piercing as his penetration, and impossible not to hear.  "Oh gods," she screamed, feeling every muscle within her stretching to it's limit and beyond.
	Just as she felt she was about to finally break, Anubis stopped, head seated firmly and barily opening her cervix.  The pain was sharp, but was already starting to dull.  The shewolf sobbed softly to herself, her insides already battered, a slight trickling of something warm leaking from where they were joined, softly warming through the silky fur of her taut cheeks to finally pool on the cool stone below her tail.
	Her concentration was broken on that sensation when another one was put to her.  Just as quickly as Anubis began dragging his fingers along her slickened crevice, he pulled themup for his inspection.  Black fingers stained darker with her blood.  "If I fuck you as you wished," he said, never taking his eyes from the blood on his finger pads," you'd be battered.  Battered so savagely that you may be beyond recovery."
	"What do you mean?!"
	"I would kill you.  I'd tear you apart and you would bleed to death," he said cooly, just as calmly as one would talk of taking the ferry across the Nile.  "Even if I stop now, you still may die from what that may do."
	"Why," she asked, sobbing once again.
	"I can show you my mercy," he said, shifting his hips, his cock head bouncing off the shewolf's inner barrier.
	She gasped from the sharp pain, then composed herself.  "A quick death would be preferrable, m'lord, if you so wish it.
	"Whoever said I was going to kill you, child," he spoke ver softly, moving his large, blood stained paw to her hips.  "The dead learn no lessons, which is what I aim to do here.  I talk of healing you."
	Before Jasmine could speak, he'd let go of her ankle and moved his clean paw, dabbing it in the blood that had gathered on the pedestal.  She watched as he quickly moved his paws, stroking all of his drenched fingertips over her inner thighs.  She couldn't help when he pressed his fingers up and over her pelvis and the bulge of his cock.  The pain was incredible, the wolf scremaing out loudly, felling like he was trying to touch the flesh of his own cock through her.
	As suddenly as the pain had started, it stopped as he pulled his paws away.  Not just the new pain he was causing, but all the pain.  She no longer felt his head and cock so torturously tight within her.  Nothing worse than being fucked by any other larger than average male.
	Anubis admired his handy work, her lips no longer torn and bleeding, just stretched tightly around his girth.  Her inner walls were no longer ruptured, his power having knit them back to the way she was created to be.  Every muscle no happily hugging his shaft rather than pouring her life giving blood over his ebon shaft.
	"You're healed," he said softly, taking her hips in his paws.  Slowly, he began pulling his cock free of her warm embrace, until her lips stretched and pulled from the size of his head once more.  "How long you remain that way is still yet to be seen..."
	"Wha," was all she got out as he slammed his massive shaft back inside her sex.  A pained gasp escaped her throat instead of the words she tried, her breasts bouncing as he hilted, hammering the entrance to her womb then his withdrawl began.
	His breath came out ragged, joining into the chorus of her soft, pained moans.  Her gasps turned to lewd groans and pants, the light pain of a hard fucking, just as any of the other male's she'd been with had given her.  He pounded her, his thrusts speeding and gaining power, her velvet walls gripping him tighter, bringing great pleasure to them both.
	Jasmine clutched at her thighs, digging her claws into the tender flesh, a familiar feeling welling withing her loins.  Waves of almost tangible heat built within her body, preparing to wrap her in it and toss her over the edge into the most powerful orgasm of her life, but lacking the power to finally push her.
	Anubis shifted his massive hips and began giving his thrusts alittle more of an upward angle, his tipped canine head rubbing hard on a rough patch of flesh in the roof of her pussy.
	Jasmine came to life then, crying out as he hit her g-spot, her walls contracting around her lord's cock.  He groaned in turn, stopping in mid stroke as her orgasm rolled through her.  Thick shewolf cum leaked from their joining as her walls fluttered, trying to milk the cock they held fast.
	The tremendous jackal growled and pulled his shaft free with a loud, obscene slurp.  "Fuck, mortal...turn onto your chest," he growled out, sliding his right paw over the flesh of his slickened, ebon spire.
	Jasmine did as she was told, rolling slowly onto pawws and knees, her pussy open wide and framed by her thighs and ass, looking over her shoulder at Anubis.  "Like this, m'lord?"
	"Lay down..."
	Carefully, she did so, lowering herself down until her breath hissed out from the cool marble against her painfully erect nipples.  Anubis quickly stepped between her legs, roughly gripped her hips, and slid the shewolf over to the edge.  Jasmine cried out as her sensitive flesh was dragged over the cold stone.
	Her legs dropped over the edge when she finally came to rest, her toe claws barily touching the floor below.  She screamed when she felt him thrust his cock between her legs, roughly pushing his cock deep back inside her.
	His grunting matched her stammering howls and moans in a carnal symphony, as he plunged deep inside her, pulling free without hesitation.  Anubis' claws dug deep into her skin  growling, only causing Jasmine's voice to grow louder and more shrill.  Mighty charcoal colored hips pumped her madly, his pitch piston driving sharply into the writhing shewolf beneath him.
	Jasmine's arms shook as she reached above her head and wrapped her fingers over the far edge of the pedestal.  She struggled, with her neck spasming with Anubis' every plunge, and turned her head to the side.  Her eyes glazed, she could only just make out the shape of Anubis in the bottom of her vision, rocking with his powerful thrusts.
	They both soon were panting in time with eachother, drops of sweat beading on their fur, as the thrusted and rocked into eachother.  Claws dug into hide and marble, shared ecstacy abound, their moans and grunts in perfect pantameter as they worked as one to a single goal.
	Jasmine's body shuddered, crying out loudly, stars exploding before her eyes.  Every nerve in her body lit and burned like a slow fuse, forcing her to just ride it out even if she wanted it to stop.
	"Oh by the gods," she murmured, her finger unlatching from the marble they gripped, and shot of their own accord to her taut ass cheeks, claws digging in deep.  Her muscles fluttered forcefully around Anubis' shaft before clamping down like a vise in mid stroke.
	"Tight whore," he groaned, pushing his cock with his mighty hips.  "I'll...put it...where..it's meant to...go!!"
	Jasmine screamed again in pain and pleasure, her velvet cunt clamping down harder around each inch of his massive shaft he was able to force in.  "Tie me, m'lord," she murmured, her voice gaining volume with every word, "tie me as a bitch should be tied!"
	Slowly, sweat beaded over his brow, as he forced eight long, wide inches inside and rebraced his feet.  "I'll make you a god's bitch for tonight, priestess whore," he growled as his toe claws dug easily into the hard stone of the floor.
	His hips flexed, his knot first touching then spreading her lips, it easily having swollen to twice his shaft's girth.  Hius breath came in labored pants as his flesh pushed into hers, her lips spreading tight, gone almost white, around the front curve of his great knot.
	Jasmine grit her teeth, wishing she's said nothing, keeping her black lips sealed, feeling once again like he was trying to split her up the middle.  Her lips quivered, tensions racking them as she felt like she were fucking an apple.  
	"It's too much," she screamed, her voice cracking as it rose from her raw throat.  "It's too big!"
	"It will fit," he grunted, shifting his legs for a better footing, resetting his claws, creating new deeper furrows in the floor.
	He pushed forward, bearing his incredible weight and strength down on her, the knot coming very close to being caressed by the grey wolf's fluttering walls.
	She arched her back and reached down further along her ass, spreading herself open in hopes of easing some of the tension keeping him out and the pain, but to no avail.  Her fingers reached and pulled at every bit of flesh she could to help herself as Anubis reached the widest part of his knot.
	Jasmine pressed her fingers as low as she could, at the join between inner and outer lips and pulled.  Her weight shifted as she did, stroked her hood piercing over the top of his balls, pushing the metal against her clit, pushing her over the edge again.
	Anubis grunted as she found her climax, bucking his hips as a tremor loosened her for a split second, sinking his knot, head tightly pressed to her cervix, as she clamped down tighter than before on his entire length.
	Her eyes flew open as she felt the punch against the opening of her womb as well as the change in pressure.  Her orgasm exploded, more powerful than any in her life, even the previous she'd been given by her lord, blinding her to all around her.  She opened her muzzle in a wordless scream, her body shuddering uncontrollably, feeling the pulse of his cock far more acutely than she'd been able to before.
	That was the final push the holy jackal needed, his senses a flame, leaning back and bellowing out his lust.  Anubis' roaring howl was deafening as his cock pulsed, his sacred seed surging up from his pendulous balls and quickly up the length of his shaft.
	Sound came finally to Jasmine's grey furred muzzle to join Anubis in his howl of ecstacy when his searing hot cum pumped into her.  It quickly filled her as it pumped unstopping, blocked by his knot and her tight hold around it, and pushed into her womb with great force.  Her womb in turn filled, ensuring a good mating as his seed flowed through her like the eternal, life-giving Nile.
	The ebon god silenced his howl, groaning as the pressure of his trapped essence became unbearable.  His cum pressed harder and harder against on his cock, threatening a tighter seal, holding them together forever.
	Jasmine continued crying out, releasing her netherlips to scratch at the marble on which she lay.  A current of slowly cooling sperm swirled and warmed again as his cock kep pumping fresh sperm into her.  Her eyes watered, almost reaching her utmost capacity, when the cum flooding her found a way out.
	She shifted her hips, seeking comfort and alleviate the pressure, when she pulled the dark god's knot awkwardly, opening a small spot between their flesh.  White, warm spunk nearly sprayed from within her, coating her inner thighs, his balls, and thighs, and splattered heavily onto the stone floor at his feet.
	Not a moment wasted, Anubis took the base of his cock in paw, placing his other flat against her soft furred ass, and tore his knot from inside her.  The shewolf whimpered, having reached her limit for pain, but true to his word, he left her to live.
	Sacred cum splattered from her gapping hole, coating the floor thickly, and spreading under her along the marble pedestal.
	"Get down, my bitch," thundered the god's voice.
	Jasmine sighed, but was slowly able to slip off the marble to land heavily on her knees before him.
	"Your moving caused a mess," he growled, lifting his cum spattered foot paw.  "Clean it up like a good Anubial whore."
	She did as she was commanded, kneeling before him, and sucking gently on his inner most toe.  She sucked softly as if she were a babe sucking at her mother's teet, seeking it's nurishment.
	She moved from toe to toe, each getting the same treatment, her tongue swirling between them and under, to sooth his paw pads.  A lesser male would have melted at her ministrations, but the god stood unwaveringly as she moved to lavish the top of his paw.  Jasmine gave her loving attention as she cleaned his paw, licking and sucking the fur clean.
	She dropped his foot with a kiss, and looked up at his towering countenance.  "Have I served you well, dear Anubis," she asked, remnants of his seed clinging to her lower lip, linking it to his foot.
	"You serve me, that is all," he answered, disdain for her riddling his fiery eyes.  "You have failed me in the past and recieved my reprimand.  I have shown you what my anger can bring you for failure, and through my mercy, you should never fail me again."
	He raised his foot, but she clung fast to it, nuzzling it carefully.  "You have seen my mercy, but mark my words, engrave them in the most eternal stone, fail fail me again, and you will not again recieve it."
	She rose on her knees, arms hugging his leg to her muzzle and breasts.  "Great merciful, Anubis," she said, voice low and crooning, "I won't fail you again, you will see.  I will be your shining example.  I will never repeat my actions against my fellow priestesses for as long as I live."
	"See to that," he growled, shaking her off, sending her flying back, her head connecting solidly with the pedestal.
	He vision blurred and got worse, having heard something pop when she hit, but could still make out his powerful legs as he stepped over and back up to where he started from.
	"For if you don't, you will know nothing of the kindness of this encounter," he said as her eyes faded and the world around her fell into a dark abyss.

	"Head Priestess!  Head Priestess Jasmine, awaken please," the cry and shaking brought her slowly back into the land of the living.  She sat up against the cold stone and focused on trying to see whom was shaking her.
	"Priestess Jasmine, are you alright," she asked, as Jasmine saw through the haze.  It was one of the alter girls, her name never important to her before, but her feline beauty and shining emerald green eyes had been Jasmine's envy from the day she arrived.
	This day was different, no more would she hate this girl for no other reason but vanity.  No more would she plot and scheme to torture and lay her low for such petty things.  All of the horrible things she'd done in the past, and this tan kitten still cared for her as if she were her fallen mother.
	"Priestess Jasmine, your temple, it has bled.  Are you alright, should I get the mage," she asked, carefully brushing Jasmine's hair away from the wound.
	Jasmine touched the scrape with a slight wince, finger moving away with dry and have dry blood.  She looked down over herself, her clothes neatly in place, fur dishevelled, but in no more way than a fall would do.
	"All a dream," she whispered.
	"Priestess?"
	"I'll be fine, child, I must have tripped performing the call to Anubis."
	"Shall I help you, Priestess," the young cat asked, taking to her feet as she held out a paw.
	Jasmine reached over and pet her lovingly on her palm.  "No child," she whispered, "I'll be fine, you may go about your duties.  Thank you."
	"Alright," she said as she turned, "but if there is anything you need, I will be putting away the oil lamps and cleaning the cess pool as you asked yesterday."
	"Dear daughter," Jasmine called after her, "what is your name?"
	She turned back and smiled, "Maris, mother priestess."
	"maris, I have wronged you for years with these duties," Jasmine said, taking to her knees, " but no more.  From this day forward, you will be a Priestess of Anubis and will serve me directly for ceremonies."
	Maris purred loudly, clasping her paws, having wished for this dayfor years.  "Oh thank you, High Priestess!"
	"Think nothing, child, but go prepare my linens for the Rites of the Dead I must perform later," she said with a smile.
	"At once, High Priestess," she said, bounding off on lithe, feline legs, the envy of any woman, except Jasmine.
	She felt warmth in her belly once Maris had left.  She stood shakily and turned to the large marble god behind her.
	Jasmine stared hard at the craftsmanship, the fine detail in the muscles of his stomach and chest, and the arms clutching the sceptres to his chest.  The warmth grew, happy in her good deed, at having made Maris' dream a reality.
	Carefully, she leaned against the clean marble, resting her head on her folded arms.  "I start today, noble god Anubis.  The dream you sent to me will not go unheeded, I will follow all you have shown me I should," she said quietly, moving forward to nuzzle his foot, stretching her other to the toe to reach.
	"I started today with maris, and will continue by the example you set in my sleep, thank you, lord..."
	She was cut off by a gasp, the warm happiness shifting within her and moved lower.  Clawtips grasped at the smooth stone as it slid, lower and lower.  A howl of ecstacy echoed in the great chamber, followed by the sound of something spilling thickly onto the floor.
	Shaking as her orgasm washed over her, she looked to find her thighs damp from her juices.  As she regained her composure, she looked to find no one in the cavernous room to have heard.
	her cheeks flushed with the embarassment of having cum so hard in the great hall and laughed so quietly to herself.  Another drip and something thick she'd stepped in brought her attention to the floor with a sudden and terrifying shock.
	Upon the smooth stone of the floor, pooled around her foot, was the thick seed mixed with her own juices, that she'd been left to carry.