Post work tea time.

Written by Anubis on Wed Jan 29 2025

As I sit here, surrounded by the warm glow of candles and the soothing scent of steeping tea, I am reminded of the simple pleasures in life that bring me solace and comfort. The weight of my responsibilities as the god of mummification and the afterlife often bears down upon me, but in moments like these, I am free to let my guard down and simply be.

My tea time companion, Sobek, sits across from me, his piercing gaze and rugged features a testament to his fierce and powerful nature. Yet, as we sit together, sipping our tea and engaging in easy conversation, I am struck by the gentle and affectionate side of his personality. He is a complex and multifaceted individual, full of contradictions and surprises, and I find myself drawn to him time and time again.

As we chat and laugh together, I find my eyes wandering to the strong lines of his body, the powerful muscles that ripple beneath his skin as he moves. I am aware of the spark of attraction that exists between us, a spark that threatens to ignite into a flame at any moment. And yet, I am content to simply bask in the warmth of his presence, to enjoy the quiet companionship that we share.

But as the moments tick by, I become increasingly aware of the tension that builds between us. It is a tension that is both palpable and delicious, a sense of anticipation that hangs in the air like a promise. I can feel Sobek's eyes on me, his gaze burning with a hunger that I am more than happy to satiate.

Without a word, he reaches out and takes my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine like a vice. I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body, a spark of desire that ignites the flame that has been simmering between us. He pulls me to him, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that is both fierce and tender.

I am lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, the feel of his tongue as it probes the depths of my mouth. I am aware of nothing else, nothing except the sensation of his body against mine, the feel of his skin as it brushes against my own. It is a sensation that is both exhilarating and terrifying, a sense of surrender that is both liberating and overwhelming.

As we break apart for air, I am aware of the hardness of his cock, the way it presses against my belly like a brand. I can feel the heat of it, the pulsing rhythm of his desire, and I am drawn to it like a moth to flame. I reach out, my hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, and I feel a sense of power and control that is both heady and intoxicating.

Sobek's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze burning with a fierce and primal hunger. He knows what I want, what I need, and he is more than happy to provide. With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to undress me, his fingers working the fastenings of my clothing with a practiced ease.

As I am revealed to him, I feel a sense of vulnerability, a sense of exposure that is both thrilling and terrifying. But Sobek's eyes are warm and approving, his gaze burning with a desire that is both flattering and reassuring. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around my cock, and I feel a sense of pleasure that is both intense and overwhelming.

With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to stroke my shaft, his fingers working the length of my cock with a practiced ease. I am aware of nothing else, nothing except the sensation of his touch, the feel of his skin as it brushes against my own. It is a sensation that is both exhilarating and terrifying, a sense of surrender that is both liberating and overwhelming.

As I stand there, frozen in a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, Sobek begins to prepare me for what is to come. His fingers probe the depths of my anus, stretching and preparing me for the invasion that is to follow. I am aware of a sense of trepidation, a sense of fear that is both natural and overwhelming. But Sobek's touch is gentle and reassuring, his fingers working my anus with a slow and deliberate ease.

And then, in a movement that is both swift and decisive, he enters me. His cock is huge and imposing, a shaft of flesh that stretches and fills me like a brand. I am aware of a sense of discomfort, a sense of pain that is both sharp and overwhelming. But Sobek's touch is gentle and reassuring, his fingers working my hips and belly with a slow and deliberate ease.

As he begins to move, his cock pumping in and out of my anus with a slow and deliberate rhythm, I am aware of a sense of pleasure that is both intense and overwhelming. It is a sensation that is both exhilarating and terrifying, a sense of surrender that is both liberating and overwhelming. I am lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his body against mine, the feel of his skin as it brushes against my own.

And then, in a movement that is both swift and decisive, he comes. His seed erupts into my anus, a flood of warm and sticky fluid that fills me like a brand. I am aware of a sense of discomfort, a sense of bloating that is both sharp and overwhelming. But Sobek's touch is gentle and reassuring, his fingers working my belly and hips with a slow and deliberate ease.

As he slides his cock out of my anus, I am aware of a sense of relief, a sense of release that is both sharp and overwhelming. But Sobek is not finished with me yet, his tongue probing the depths of my anus with a slow and deliberate ease. I am aware of a sense of pleasure, a sense of delight that is both intense and overwhelming. It is a sensation that is both exhilarating and terrifying, a sense of surrender that is both liberating and overwhelming.

As we break apart, gasping for air, I am aware of a sense of satisfaction, a sense of completion that is both sharp and overwhelming. It is a sensation that is both exhilarating and terrifying, a sense of surrender that is both liberating and overwhelming. I am lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his body against mine, the feel of his skin as it brushes against my own.

And as we sit together, sipping our tea and engaging in easy conversation, I am reminded of the simple pleasures in life that bring me solace and comfort. The weight of my responsibilities as the god of mummification and the afterlife often bears down upon me, but in moments like these, I am free to let my guard down and simply be.


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