She falls asleep and dreams the Egyptian gods take her one after another in a temple until she can’t tell which of them is in her.
$name1 falls asleep and dreams the Egyptian gods take her one after another in a temple until she can’t tell which of them is in her.
$name1 went out on top of the duvet.
Fringe on the pillow. Sleep shirt. The ordinary room dropped away into heat and stone and gold. A temple floor. Columns painted with eyes. Incense. $name1 was on her back on a slab in nothing but the shirt shoved up under her tiny tits, skinny thighs already open, as if the dream had started mid-invitation.
They came out of the dark between the pillars.
Anubis first — jackal-headed, black-skinned, already hard. He didn’t speak. He got between $name1’s legs and pushed a thick cock into her in one thrust. $name1 cried out off the stone. He fucked $name1 in deep, heavy missionary, gold at his wrists catching the lamplight, $name1’s small pert arse sliding on the slab. $name1 came on him fast, clenching, fringe stuck to her forehead.
He pulled out and Horus took his place.
Falcon-headed. Leaner. Just as hard. He shoved into $name1’s cunt while it was still sloppy from Anubis and fucked her harder, faster, while another pair of hands — Set, desert-shouldered — put a cock in $name1’s mouth. $name1 gagged and sucked it. $name1 came again with one god in her cunt and one on her tongue, drooling onto the painted stone.
They turned $name1 onto her knees.
Someone pushed into $name1’s arse — thick, slick, relentless — while someone else filled $name1’s cunt and a third used $name1’s mouth. $name1 took all three. The temple filled with the wet sound of it. Names $name1 didn’t say out loud. Gold against $name1’s skinny hips. $name1 came a third time shaking, stuffed, spit on her chin. They didn’t stop to let her breathe. They swapped holes. They used $name1 until the slab was wet under her.
One of them finished in $name1’s mouth. One finished in $name1’s cunt. One finished in $name1’s arse. Hot pulses. Overflow. Running down $name1’s thighs onto the stone in a mixed mess while jackal and falcon and the rest of them stood over her.
They stepped back.
$name1 stayed on the slab with her shirt around her ribs, all three holes slack, their loads already running out of $name1 onto the painted floor. The incense kept burning. The columns kept watching.
$name1 woke on the duvet with the sleep shirt up and her thighs still open, the sheet wet underneath her. $name1 didn’t close her legs. $name1 lay in the dark and felt used in every hole the dream had found.
