Gold Tier Story - Tales from the Nile Part 1 (Patreon)

The Egyptian Summers were blessed by the Nile and the breeze that swept across the river providing cooling air near the populace. The sweltering heat was simply part of life in the glorious kingdom of Egypt that spanned the length of the bountiful river and spanned the northern delta where numerous streams that fed into span of the sacred Nile. Jibade had particular fondness for the Nile and as such had his temples built upon the eastern side, reserved for death which of course was his domain. He of course ventured across the river at his leisure for sport and other various enjoyments that mortals had indulged in. As the living incarnation of the god Anubis, Jibade was allowed to simply do as he pleased. Even the pharaoh didn’t dare to cross his ire, not that Jibade would care much for how the mortals ruled one another. His purpose was to simply live life and upon expiration he would return to the spiritual realm of Anubis where the rebirth would begin again in another form. 

Of course mortals had their own rationale for the cycles of the Godly Pantheon that spanned the universe, Jibade wasn’t the only god that presided over death after all. Hades, Yama, Supay, Hel, all shared territory of the realm with Anubis and the others. Of course the territory was argued over and skirmishes were fought between the gods but it was more like wargames than actual conquest. In truth he found his role on the Earth to be almost ceremonial, not many would dare venture into his elaborately built temples, most feared the Jackal of Death as his judgement was feared even beyond the pharaoh’s. This in turn led to Jibade enjoying his hedonistic fruits of the mortal tree more often than his current Earth-bound counterparts like, Themis who had to bear the weight of justice, law, and order was constantly inundated with mortals seeking his wisdom. 

Every so often Jibade would fancy the idea of being some sort of arbiter act in benevolence to the mortals he walked amongst, using his connections to the goddess Tefnut to bring a rain to a sect of Egypt suffering a lack thereof. But so often a sprinkle of bounty would bring a torrent of requests to his temple when Jibade simply wished to enjoy his mortality on this realm. Especially on picturesque days like this where he also had a gift from his compatriot up north in Greece, the lands of marble stone and he had to admit delectable ‘pita’ bread. Jibade wondered if the taste of this new priestess would be as unique as the flavors of their food..

His clawtips clicked against his throne arm in wait as one of the priestess that had pledged herself to his temple slowly fanned him for comfort in this heated day. “Chione.” The jackal spoke up from his seat and glanced over to the priestess who stepped gracefully along the golden pathway that separated the pool of water that led to his throne. “Is she almost here? I desire respite from this heat.” 

Chione was a beautiful woman, a woman he had known for as long as he could remember in this mortal realm she was the main priestess that acted as a guide and secretary to him. Her luscious frame thick and decorated with the traditional Egyptian stylings, she was so vital to his desires as a priestess he had only recently decided to take her as one of his main wives. “Lord Jibade,” She knelt appropriate to her station even though behind the curtains of their private bedside she often simply referred to him as husband or Jibade, in the presence of the court and the officials it was necessary that all the traditions be respected. “It shall be soon, Lord Jibade, if you wish we can delay her arrival so you might partake in a swim.” 

He scoffed slightly, his eyes glancing to the side where one of the massive curved pillars lined the outer walkway with the view of the beautiful glistening Nile and all it’s abundant joys awaited him. “No,” he said with a slight rumble of disappointment in his own abandonment of self-indulgence. “It wouldn’t be proper, especially if Themis were to arrive as escort.” His clawtip squeezed into the arm of his throne. “I would never hear the end of his complaints about breaking traditional gifts between the gods.” He glowered in thought ‘So why is he late?’ the courier said that the new priestess would arrive before the Sun passed over the pinnacle in the sky, at the height of daylight. 

Time was inane to the god’s earthbound forms, it meant little when life would span multiple mortal generations, but boredom to a god was a plague that tested their restraint. Sure Jibade could invoke his god-sake, Anubis and cause havoc and mayhem that would strike fear into the hearts of any that dared step near his path but such calamity was often met with swift retribution from neighboring gods. Long before his arrival the goddess Ran had brought the oceans crashing down upon her denizens to the far north, punishing them for the disregard of a would-be lover she had admired. The tumult was devastating and thousands upon thousands of lives were lost, but the pantheon of gods quickly reminded her of her own mortality and quickly shed her of her mortal coil. It had been long since and now such indignant act of the goddess had become a legend and warning to young bachelors to be gentle to the hearts of maidens. 

So it was that the legend also passed lesson onto the gods as well, although there was an occasion where such teachings had been forgotten and must be relearned as an example to others once more. Now was one of those times, Jibade was becoming increasingly irate as his clawtips clicked upon the gold throne as his jackal ears twitched while half-heartedly listening to the spinning yarns of a bard that attempted to soothe his dull atmosphere in hopes of reward. “Ah!” Jibade spoke up, his hand outstretched and facing the speaker who immediately silenced his breath, “She’s arrived.” He could taste the air, the scent of a prominent young woman. 

His attention briefly turned to the bard who stood silent, his mouth still somewhat agape as if Jibade had instructed him to become stone and he obliged without hesitation. “You, well done.” Albeit Jibade didn’t hardly pay attention to the story he found that the company of entertainment was far easier to procure on this side of the Nile if met with generosity rather than fear. A click of his fingers and knuckles popping bones and a small pyramid of gold coins rose from the ground, splitting the limestone with the deposit before the stone returned its shape. Graciously, and wisely the bard maintained his silence, bowing and scooping up the small wealth that had been bequeathed to him.

Any distraction that would impede from the new priestess’ arrival would be met with the punishment of an irate god indeed. His eyes focused forwards, his claws relaxing as he took a deep breath and put his mind at ease. It had been some time since he had felt the mortal pleasures he craved, to not introduce the new priestess to his temple with the full stamina and unclouded mind of the god she would worship was a crime he would demand penance for from any of his other contemporaries. “Lord Jibade, the mortal incarnation of Anubis, the God of the Afterlife and Death and Judge of the Soul of Mortal Realms in Egypt,” The voice was spoken gently but with reverence from Chione, her blessed voice always sent a stir through his soul as he tasted her admiration. “I present to you the gift from, Themis,” and in she walked her slender figure with ivory skin and adorned in only a modest white shawl that covered her body in ways that he found intriguing. Her sandals free of dirt and sand, only now did she walk upon her own footsteps as she was led in by Chione’s words. Her soft gaze of brown eyes and equally brown hair contrasting against her fair skin and the royal tones of sapphire blue that made her fingernails and toes glint in the summer sun. “Rebecca.” 

His canid form did a slight growl of approval as she continued to step forwards, unabashed by his focused stare that admired every quality of her body from the hips to those supple breasts. She was not yet decorated as the Egyptian Priestesses but that would soon change and he licked his lips absentmindedly in thought of how Chione would prepare her for him in their future meetings. Across the golden bridge that crossed the luxurious interior pool of his temple she walked, carefully but with purpose. Her body soon knelt, knees bending, with her heels rising, propping up her cushioned asscheeks upon her heels and her breasts resting freely as she awaited his judgement. 

The Greek people had wonderful taste if this was the sample of their world, his eyes wandered her form freely taking in every aspect of her figure like swirling the wine before sampling the harvested grapes. To trade priestesses between gods was not an uncommon affair and one that Jibade had grown to enjoy seeing as he had another that, Yami had sent in exchange for one of the strapping young guardsmen he had in his employ. “You will make a fine priestess.” He growled hotly and glanced to Chione, “Bring her new sister in as well.. I desire all three of my priestesses the morning.”

The court was well aware of his words and their meaning, without his wishes stated publicly, mainly because in that moment he simply didn’t notice their presence, they vanished from the internal hall of the temple. Jibade desired Rebecca, and he crooked his finger in her direction and to his expectation it brought her closer towards him, step by step as he gave an approving growl. “I’m sure you know what is expected of your god.” His hips shifted slightly and his hands slowly unwound the decorated kilt of a god, revealing his canine sheath. Rebecca’s gaze widened somewhat and he knew her expression well, it was not the shape most mortal women were accustomed to. “Your sisters will tell you, your body will ache for it after sampling it once.” In the corner of his lips a fanged sneer formed as the tip of his golden canine cock began to push outwards. 

She was about to approach his dick with her outstretched hand when a familiar voice interrupted, “Greedy are we?” It was Chione, and beside her was another woman with an arrogant smirk upon her emerald painted lips, “You’re a little quick to introduce yourself to the master.” The other woman began to help slip aside the ivory garment that the Greek priestess wore, “As your elder sisters I think we should get to know you first.”

Both women appraised Rebecca’s soft skinned body almost more intently than Jibade had done, he simply leaned back with his chin in his hand watching curiously as Chione made a performance of examining the new priestess. “Luscious curves this one,” the other woman spoke, emerald butterflies made of gemstone decorated her long straight jet black hair, her almond eyes dazzling at the new curiosity of woman that came from north of the seas. “Ample ass.” Her fingertips weren’t shy about touching, sliding up and down Rebecca’s body teasing at her hips and feeling the softness of her fair skin. 

Chione leaned closer, her hands measuring the woman’s breasts, “Well, smaller breasts than ours.” The woman native to the lands of Egypt smirked, “But she’s also not yet with pups.” Her lips curled into a grin, “With time I’m sure they’ll suit Master’s tastes when he decides to breed her..” 

Jibade made no attempt to hide the prideful smirk when Chione mentioned breeding. A short time ago he had decided to begin sowing his divine oats amongst the populace, each generation would bear his resemblance albeit less and less so until they looked like regular human mortals albeit they would always be imbued with a sliver of his divine nature. It would manifest in odd ways, an exceptionally gifted poet, a genius explorer, a warrior who’s deeds would bear legendary fame. Chione, and the other woman, Mei, were only beginning to show with his litter of pups and they wore it beautifully, to the point he had begun to crave the act even more. 

“I wonder how she tastes.” Mei wondered aloud with her hand carefully caressing up along Rebecca’s breasts as Chione gazed curiously before cupping Rebecca’s chin, Mei lifted her brows as their lips met, tongues quickly traded amongst each other swirling along one another as the fair maiden let out a gentle moan into the lips of her new counterpart. Mei bit upon her lower lip and for the briefest of moments Jibade ceased to exist, the girls enjoying one another’s bodies fully and without hesitation as Mei’s full milky tits pressed up behind Rebecca’s and her own hands squeezed into the smaller breasts that were to soon bear fruit. “Don’t be greedy sister,” Mei crooned as she leaned in, her breath hot upon Rebecca’s neck, “Share some with me.” 

A gentle hand guided Rebecca from one pair of lips to the next, Mei’s lips and tongue eagerly sharing in the bright pink muscle that tasted familiar and new at the same time. “Extraordinarily sweet, like the honey we get from the traders up to the north.” Chione whispered hotly as her tongue then trailed along Rebecca’s neck.

Jibade watched with a piercing gaze as his length grew to full mast. The priestesses surrounding each other and copulating their figures without his interference. There would be plenty of time for that later, with his almost painfully raging erection standing tall he let out a slight grunt. “Ahem.” Two of them stopped, Rebecca the last to turn her attention to him still somewhat surprised, “If it’s all right with you two, I think I’d like to sample my priestess as well.” The god was of reasonable temper, his demands of humorous and tolerant nature but clear none the less. 

“But of course, M’lord.” Chione broke the kiss between Mei and Rebecca, albeit reluctantly with their strands of spittle connecting one another. Chione gestured towards Jibade’s fully erect length and carefully teased her hair out of the way of her face, following alongside whispering little tidbits to the newcomer, “Jibade adores eye contact, and make sure your lips drag along his cock, he loves that, really use that tongue as well.” Rebecca’s cheeks were fully flushed when she knelt before Jibade’s throne, his fat golden canine cock twitching in anticipation to her touch.

Her fingertips were the first to arrive upon his cock and he took notice of how the sapphire polish looked upon her ivory skin and in contrast to his golden god-shaft. Her digits stroked along appraising his fully erect length as her eyes followed the advice of Chione’s words and gazed upon him. “I hope my worship is worthy of your praise, Lord Jibade.” Rebecca’s voice was gentle, timid, but lacked the erotic craven attitude that he enjoyed from his priestesses. Her lips kissed upon the tip of his length and his eyes closed, a groan of approval allowing her lips to further down his shaft. 

“Mmhh..” Jibade gave a growl from his fanged maw, seething a short moment after as her lips pushed upon his girth. His hips never moved and his body relaxed fully, he had grown accustomed to being worshipped and as such it was upon her to decipher the meanings of his moans and growls. He glanced an eye open at her visage, her brown hues and gorgeous waved brunette locks called to his hand. He carefully appraised them so with a touch of his hand, feeling the smooth texture gliding through his fur and upon the skin of his fingertips. “Make sure she keeps her hair as lustrous as ever,” Jibade commanded as he gave a snort with her lips pushing upon the top of his knot. “If she needs anything from her homeland I want it with haste.” His eyes gazed down at her biting his lower lip as she began to bob her head repeatedly upon his cock. 

Chione took note of his words but such a task was best left with the details for later, the most important aspect was Jibade’s immediate pleasure. His cock was throbbing and Rebecca’s lips were eagerly sucking upon his shaft, peeling them back as guided as the eldest of the priestess trio carefully tugged back some of her brunette locks to keep them from falling upon her face. “Savor his length, a treat like a divine cock is a blessing you mustn’t rush.” There was a certain hum of envy and excitement between the girls as they watched Rebecca’s first time nourishing upon Jibade’s cock. After all it wasn’t only the god incarnate that had been deprived in wait for Rebecca’s arrival. Mei watched, her hand teasing at her breast as she swallowed down her throat with her other hand stroking along her pussy mound eagerly wishing it had been her that was being blessed by his cock. 

Over and over Rebecca’s head thrust upon his cock, growing ever desperate to taste more of his addictive flavored length. Chione succumbed to the temptations and pressed her way in, his balls, heavy and filled with prime cum that had impregnated her and Mei were sampled by her lascivious tongue. Her undulating muscle wet with the saliva from Mei and Rebecca quickly pressed along his heavy balls swirling against the furred orbs before she greedily pulled one between her lips and sucked upon it hungrily. It wasn’t an act that Chione had performed during Mei’s initiation but Jibade’s breathy groan told her that she had begun a new tradition. 

Mei stood nearby, her breast and pussy still eagerly caressed by her combined palms in a futile attempt to satiate herself without Jiabde’s touch. Her eyes glanced to the god who focused upon the pair who’s lips touched upon his length and sac. His body straining as the veins in his muscles bulged and his knot began to swell ever thicker with his building arousal. Rebecca’s lips plunged upon his cock so fast it was almost a blur while Chione’suckled desperately upon those filled balls eventually her tongue looping underneath one and drawing it between her lips, sucking upon the full orb while her tongue licked along the swelling sac.

His body suddenly trembled and with it the sands of Egypt began to stir, his claws sank into arms of his throne made of solid gold and drew inwards as they curled creating clawmarks in the metal from the pure divine strength he wielded. He suddenly lost composure as his cock gave a massive pulse, “Don’t drink it..” He gave a shuddering command as her head pushed further down, “Wear it. With pride.” She almost looked confused but Chione was familiar with this part and pressed her tongue against his swollen knot, guiding Rebecca’s head back by stroking her tongue along the length of his shaft coming nearer to her face as Rebecca’s lips retreated.

Like the Nile Jibade was abundantly fertile, his cum streams erupting from the tip and layering upon her face with his warm essence over and over again. Each twitch of his cock the harbinger of another rope of cum that billowed outwards, flung into the air and landing upon Rebecca’s make-up smeared visage. Her eyes closed as she leaned her head further in, graciously accepting his blessing of cum upon her as she felt each warm rope drench her skin. 

The heavy creamed seed that doused upon Rebecca’s face was quickly joined by two women who kissed upon their newly baptized sister. “Welcome to our sisterhood.” Mei’s voice tingled at Rebecca’s ear as quickly after a tongue began to touch upon her body. Jibade’s cum had a nourishing effect upon Rebecca’s body, her breasts tingled and her pussy felt like it was brimming with pleasure. Their tongues on either side of Rebecca’s face, licking and at the same time smearing his thick seed into her face, tasting his divine spunk and letting it soak into her skin as Rebecca’s cheeks flushed and her body quivered. Chione’s hand worked underneath Rebecca’s cunt, carefully stroking between the lips with her middle finger but her body was so primed that the moment a finger dipped inside the inner walls squeezed upon it, her juices gushing out as the whimpering female hummed and moaned her ecstasy. 

As Jibade breathed out from his momentarily sated muzzle his eyes focused upon the girls as Rebecca squirmed from her initial orgasm. His nostrils flared as his cock still rigid and twitching with eagerness aimed upon Rebecca’s form. “Bring her closer.. I’ve decided we’ll be breeding this one earlier than scheduled..”