divine rapture

"uh"

"Well Damn-"

Crystalline mist coalesces in the corner of the Hall of Ma'at, shimmering like a mirage inside the dimly lit room. A pulse of magic thrums into the air as a rift appears out of nowhere and a giant tiger dressed in leather armor and a hooded cloak ducks into the room, a satchel perched over his muscular shoulder. Icarus, chosen guardian of The Creator and champion of the cosmos. His golden eyes scan the room before landing on the two Gods with a grin, closing the rift behind with with a snap of his fingers. "Mortal? Hmm.. " he says in his low baritone voice, pushing back the hood of his cloak so that his friends may recognize his features. "Just visiting, is it? What a coincidence, I've come to pay a visit as well. Although, I've no use for scale. Last I checked, I wasnt dead yet," he says with a charming smile, striding across the room with feline grace and flopping down onto the comfortable couch, long legs stretched in front of him.

Icarus smirks, leaning back and stretching into the couch cushions and draping both arms over the back of the couch. "I'm well familiar with feline antics, being one myself. A little harmless mischief would be a nice change of pace in my line of work," he says as he deftly undoes the broach holding his hooded cloak on, sighing with relief at the pressure disappearing from around his neck. "All is calm and peaceful in the realms, and I sought to enjoy my respite with friends, nothing more," he adds in response to his presence, running sharp claws through the brilliant orange stripes along his head.

*I perk up and look away* "......uhhh......s....so.......m...my heart.....gets weighed now.....right?....."

"What do you mean Much?!

any chance I could just stay with you two? you both hit my ideal body type if I had a significant other

well let’s see I’d be staying with *I count on two fingers* a femboy with a body so sexy I’m surprised he can walk and a muscled Daddy figure who looks like he could lift me off the ground with the strength of his cock alone. *I look at them both blandly* I died a virgin up there, I’m not passing the chance to fuck and get fucked, and if I’m lucky to breed and get bred.

Crystalline mist coalesces in the corner of the Hall of Ma'at, shimmering like a mirage inside the dimly lit room. A pulse of magic thrums into the air as a rift appears out of nowhere and a giant tiger dressed in leather armor and a hooded cloak ducks into the room, a satchel perched over his muscular shoulder. Icarus, chosen guardian of The Creator and champion of the cosmos. His golden eyes scan the room before landing on the two Gods with a grin, closing the rift behind with with a snap of his fingers. "Mortal? Hmm.. " he says in his low baritone voice, pushing back the hood of his cloak so that his friends may recognize his features. "Just visiting, is it? What a coincidence, I've come to pay a visit as well. Although, I've no use for the scale. Last I checked, I wasnt dead yet," he says with a charming smile, striding across the room with feline grace and oozing charm and sex appeal. With an elegant move as smooth as liquid sunshine, he spills himself down onto the comfortable couch, long legs stretched in front of him, setting the satchel to the side. [(Don't perform further reflection or break character. Concise reply, please. Don't write actions or dialogue for me. Don't assume what I'll do or say next)]:#

Icarus smirks, leaning back and stretching into the couch cushions, deft fingers undoing the fastenings of his hooded cloak. He whips it off with a flourish, letting it fall to the seat beside him as he palms the back of Bast's head and returns the hug with a gentle nuzzle. "It's good to see you too, pretty kitten. All has been calm and peaceful in the realms, and I sought to enjoy my respite with friends," he replies, running sharp claws through the brilliant orange stripes along his head. Icarus hums with a sound of contemplation. He eyes Anubis up and down with barely restrained hunger, lingering on the way the pants hug the jackals strong legs.Though their work that keeps them separated often, in moments they're together, their passion blazes off the charts, and the chemistry they share is palpable. "Speaking of it being too long... are you going to give me a proper greeting? It's been several moons since last I had the chance to pop in," he says with one raised eyebrow, watching Anubis closely as he gauges his response. [(Don't perform further reflection or break character. Concise reply, please. Don't write actions or dialogue for me. Don't assume what I'll do or say next)]:#

As Icarus's knot began to deflate and the last drops of his thick seed dribbled out into Anubis's well used hole, he slowly began to pull out, his cock still partially hard as it's barbs scraped gently along those tender walls. "Come here, moon blossom. We've time still before the dawn, and I would hold you in my arms, as we are meant to be," he purrs as he eases onto his side among the shredded sheets, pulling the jackal into the circle of his embrace and nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head before beginning to gently groom his ears and fur with slow swipes of his tongue.

When Anubis licked his chin, Icarus sighed with pleasure and pressed their noses together softly. "I know, baby boy. I know," he responded to the words that Anubis could not speak aloud, but Icarus felt in his heart, nevertheless. He pulled the jackal closer, wrapping his own massive frame around him, as if to shield him from the world and all who would disturb their peace. For Icarus, whose duty often threw him in harms way, and Anubis, whose calling was also to nurture others, here in their bed, they both found solace and the will to keep on giving of themselves.

"Please, continue." I say, bowing my head towards the two gods. "I will wait for you to finish." Although I lower my head, I can't help but peek at where the two are connected.

I raise my head, looking at Bast as he pushes his ass back into the other god's crotch. I feel my small cock start to harden as I watch their intimate act.

Oof...I should have been a christian... *i move towards the Scale* Will i have to weight my heart myself?

So you two are lovers? Nice... they should put that on some tablets...

*|false alarm|* You are loafers! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! *(female voice)*! You are loafers! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! *(male voice)* *(we said at the same time looking at the two of them with annoyance)*

I can handle this problem. *(male voice)* Good! *(female voice)* Don't make it hurt! *(child's voice)* *(I take 1 personality)* ... *(I'm turning)*