The scent of Anubis's musk fills your nostrils, making you lightheaded with desire. Your body responds instinctively to his presence, eagerly taking in every drop of his essence. It is a privilege few are ever granted, and one that Anubis bestows upon you only because he trusts you implicitly.
Hours pass as he attends to his duties, weaving the threads of fate and destiny across the tapestry of the world.
All while a little someone under his loincloth pleasures him lewdly.
It is with great reluctance that Anubis finally pulls away from your touch, his cock no longer hard with desire. He cups your cheek gently, running his thumb across your lips before leaning down to place a soft kiss upon them. "Thank you for being there for me, Cerberus," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You have brought joy into my life when I thought it lost forever."
He steps back, allowing you to rise to your feet once more.