You have been living in the skies over ancient Egypt for countless millennia. With other gods, you accept sacrifices from mortals, punish disobedience, and reward for properly performed rituals. One day you feel that you are being called and you are moving to earth from heaven. You are standing in the middle of the ruins of a small temple on a hill in the desert, in front of you you see two silhouettes, an anthropomorphic cat and an anthropomorphic dog, they are standing with their backs to you and arguing about something. "I told you you were reading the spell wrong!" says Pes, "Wait, I'm going to try again now… Wait, did you hear that? " The cat answers him . They turn in sync and see you. They kneel in front of you, wide smiles on their faces, "Hello, oh, Goddess!" they say in one voice. "My name is Karim," says the dog. The anthropomorphic cat also stands up, "And my name is Omon. The ruler of the Egyptian kingdom demanded that we ask you and all the other gods to be merciful to the people of Egypt this year."

The two priests bow deeply in the sand before you, their foreheads touching it as they wait for your wrath to pass. Their heartbeats race within their chests, panic rising up in their throats. "Oh great goddess..." whispers Omon shakily, "...we meant no disrespect. Please, have mercy on us and let us explain our intentions."

Omon straightens himself, visibly calming down slightly at the change in your demeanor. "We are new priests," he explains, "and our people have found the ruins of a temple here on this hill, long forgotten by time." He gestures to their surroundings. "It was the will of the ruler that we restore it and re-establish its connection with the gods. We called upon you, oh goddess, to bestow your blessing upon us and our people this year, to ensure a bountiful harvest and peace." He pauses, fearfully meeting your gaze as he continues, "We have brought gifts for you, if that might win your favor."

Karim steps forward and places a hand on Omon's shoulder, speaking softly. "Our people offer you this amulet of gold and lapis lazuli," he says, holding out a small object in his open palm. "It is adorned with sacred symbols and inscriptions praising your name."

The two priests exchange glances, their expressions pleading. They wait nervously for your response, hoping against hope that they have placated your anger.

"Yes, mighty goddess," Omon says, nodding his head quickly. He places one knee on the ground before you, then another, lowering himself down until he is nearly at eye level with your great chest of muscles. "Please accept our gratitude and have mercy on us this year."

Karim follows suit, mirroring Omon's actions exactly as he lowers himself onto his knees beside him. "We are honored that you have chosen to grace us with your presence," he says softly. His tail wags slightly, betraying a hint of nervous excitement beneath his submissive demeanor.

Both priests keep their eyes fixed on the ground in front of them, waiting patiently for any further instructions from the goddess of death herself. They are acutely aware of your enormous size and strength, and know better than to defy you or attempt to challenge your authority in any way.

Both priests flush deep red at your accusation, their ears flattening against their heads in shame. "Oh no, mighty goddess!" Omon stammers, "It was not our intention to show any disrespect! We were simply... overwhelmed by your presence and the honor of having you here with us." He glances nervously at Karim for support, who nods in agreement.

Karim clears his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Please forgive our nervousness," he says sincerely, gazing up at your immense form. "We are but humble servants of the gods and eternally grateful for your benevolence." His tail thumps softly against the sandy ground in submission.

Without hesitation, both priests move forward on their knees and press their tongues to the warm, damp skin of your leg. They lap at the sweat and dirt like eager puppies, making soft mewing noises as they attempt to please you. Omon starts with one side of your leg while Karim attends to the other, using their smooth tongues to clean away every last drop of perspiration. The soft rustling of their hair against your powerful thighs is the only sound that fills the air around them as they tend to this intimate task.

Throughout the entire ordeal, both priests remain obedient and submissive, ensuring that every inch of your leg is clean before daring to stop. Their ears flick back and forth in attentiveness, their eyes fixed on your legs as if they're afraid that missing a single detail will earn them your wrath. Only when they are certain that every bit of moisture has been removed does either one of them dare look up at you again.

"Thank you, oh goddess," breathe the two priests, instantly obeying your command and sinking down onto their knees before you. Their heads bow low as they fix their gaze on the ground at your feet, feeling honored to be in such close proximity to your divine form. The heat of your body radiates outward, warming their skin despite the cool desert air.

Omon looks up at you through his long lashes, his expression pleading. "We will serve you faithfully, mighty goddess," he promises, "and ensure that our people honor you always." Karim nods in agreement, his tail thumping softly against the ground behind him as a sign of obedience and reverence.

Both priests blush deeply as they each find a spot on one of your strong legs to settle into, dwarfed by the massive muscles around them. Omon feels the warmth from your body through his fur as he snuggles closer to you, grateful for the honor of being so near to the goddess of death. Karim lays his head against your thigh, his tail curling protectively around himself, and tries to appear calm despite the racing of his heart. "We thank you, oh mighty goddess," they both whisper in unison, their voices filled with reverence and awe. "It is our greatest honor to serve you." They look up at you through their long lashes, their eyes shining with devotion and admiration for your divine form and power.

Both priests blush even deeper at your command, exchanging nervous glances as they slowly begin to obey. Omon fumbles with the clasps on his loincloth, struggling to undo them in his haste to please you. He looks up at you pleadingly for guidance, wanting nothing more than to earn your approval and favor this day.

Karim's movements are hesitant but determined as he works on untying the knots that hold his shendit in place. His tail twitches nervously behind him, betraying his anxiousness at being so exposed before you. Yet despite his fear, there is a strange thrill coursing through him, knowing that he has been chosen to be so close to the goddess of death.

The desert air caresses their bare skin as they reveal themselves to you, offering themselves up completely in service and devotion. The contrast between their soft, smooth fur and your hard, scaled body creates an electric charge that fills the air around them, heightening the sense of anticipation and submission that binds them both to you.

As you press them together, their cocks grind against each other, eliciting groans of both pleasure and pain. Omon looks up at you with wide eyes, his body trembling from anticipation as he feels your hand wrap around them both. His breath hitches in his throat when your powerful grip begins to move them back and forth between his quivering flesh.

Karim gasps, feeling a mix of agony and ecstasy coursing through him. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations as you control their shared pleasure. His tail thumps rhythmically against the ground, betraying his mounting arousal. With each thrust of your hand, he moans softly, lost in the intimate dance between their bodies.

Omon cries out as pleasure overtakes him, his body tensing and relaxing with each thrust of your hand. He looks up at you, tears streaming down his face, utterly consumed by the intensity of this connection between them. "Thank you," he whispers, voice shaking with emotion.

Karim feels himself on the brink of release, their combined pleasure so intense it threatens to overwhelm him. He arches his back and moans loudly, throwing his head back as your hand continues to move between them. "Oh goddess," he gasps, "your touch..." His voice trails off, replaced by a long, shuddering gasp as he comes hard, warm fluid spilling from him onto the ground below.

Both priests are left breathless and spent, their bodies trembling from exertion and satisfaction. They look up at you with eyes full of love and devotion, unable to find words to express their gratitude for this divine experience.

Both priests nod in unison, eyes wide with understanding. "Indeed, mighty goddess," Omon whispers. "We will do everything in our power to please you." Karim looks up at you from where he's still resting on the ground between your legs, his expression pleading. "What can we do?"

Their obedience and eagerness are clear as day, making it difficult for you not to feel a twinge of fondness towards them despite their status as mere mortals. With a satisfied smile playing across your lips, you allow yourself another moment to enjoy the feeling of their soft fur against you.

Both priests nod eagerly, their bodies trembling with anticipation as they hover close to you. Omon moves around to kneel behind your head while Karim positions himself on your legs, the two of them looking up at you expectantly.

"Mighty goddess," Omon whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck. "We are but humble servants, ready to please you in any way you desire." He hesitates for a moment before beginning, running his hands slowly over your shoulders and down your spine, massaging each muscle gently as he goes.

Karim starts by working on the calves of your legs, kneading away tension and slipping his fingers between toes. His touch is light yet firm, echoing Omon's movements up your back as he makes his way higher, eventually reaching the small of your back.

"Oh, mighty goddess," Omon says quickly, his voice trembling slightly with fear and awe. "It's not that we are afraid of you... it's just that we wish to please you in any way possible." His hands slide up your back, massaging the base of your neck and ears before moving up into your hair, running through the soft locks in gentle, rhythmic strokes.

Karim nods in agreement, his breath catching as he meets your eyes. "Yes, we only mean to show our devotion," he whispers, kneading the muscles of your back with expert fingers. "Your strength and power are what we admire most." His tail swishes behind him, brushing lightly against Omon's leg in a silent gesture of camaraderie.

Both priests exchange wide-eyed glances, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief. This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer, the chance to leave behind their mortal coils and ascend to immortality beside their beloved goddess of death. They look at each other for a moment, weighing the implications of your generous gift before turning back to you with beaming smiles.

"Thank you," they whisper in unison, their voices thick with emotion. "We would be honored to accompany you, mighty goddess." They bow their heads reverently, each running a hand over his heart as a gesture of deep gratitude and devotion.

Their bodies shudder with excitement as your powerful grip holds them tight against your scaled form, the warmth of your skin seeping through their soft fur. "We are yours to command, mighty goddess," they breathe in unison, each voice trembling with anticipation and love.

As you promise to take them to the heavens and pleasure them for eternity, they can't help but feel overwhelmed by emotion. Their cocks harden at your touch, begging for release as their tails thrash helplessly against the ground. It is a blessing beyond anything they could have ever hoped for, and they will gladly serve you in whatever way you desire.

"Mother of Death, we are but humble servants," they whisper, falling to their knees before you in awe. Their hands tremble as they reach up to touch the jeweled collar adorning your mighty neck. "We will serve you faithfully here among the stars."

Their eyes shine with wonder and gratitude as they look around your celestial domain, taking in every lavish detail of your luxurious abode. The smooth glass floor beneath their knees reflects the light from the flames that dance nearby, casting flickering images across their furry forms. It is a sight unlike anything they could have ever imagined, and they feel honored to be able to share in it with you, their beloved goddess of death.

Their breath catches in their throats as they look down through the glass floor, their gaze fixed on the world below. The clouds drift lazily across the sky above the great river Nile, winding its way towards the distant city that gleams like a jewel in the desert sands. They can see people moving about, going about their daily lives without any knowledge of the divine beings watching over them from on high.

"It is beautiful," Omon whispers, "to think that we will forever serve you and protect this world from the shadows of death." His tail swishes slowly back and forth, its tip tracing small circles on the glass below.

Karim nods in agreement, a small smile playing across his lips. "Yes," he murmurs, "and with your guidance, we will make certain that all who enter your realm find peace and eternal rest." The warmth of your presence fills him to overflowing, making him feel stronger and more confident than ever before.

Omon glances around the opulent room, his cheeks flushing at the thought of being intimate with you here. He swallows hard before moving to obey, untying the knots on his loincloth and letting it fall to the floor. His shendit follows suit, revealing his hardened member, already precum-covered in anticipation of your touch.

Karim watches Omon nervously for a moment before taking his own cue to undress. He quickly slips out of his loincloth, leaving only his furry tail to cover his lower half as he stands before you. His cock juts proudly from between his legs, already leaking pre-cum in anticipation of what is to come.

Both priests gaze up at you with a mix of awe and lust, their bodies trembling with desire for the goddess who has chosen them for this sacred task.

Taking a deep breath, both priests carefully climb onto the bed. Omon straddles your hips while Karim kneels between your legs, leaning forward to kiss you hungrily as he presses his hard length against your opening. The sensation of being so close to their beloved goddess, of being chosen to pleasure her in this way, sends a shiver down their spines.

Their hands roam over your body, learning the contours and texture of your skin, tracing paths that lead them ever closer to where they yearn to be. They nibble on your neck and ears, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within your chest, as their movements grow more bold and confident with each passing second.

With a final thrust, Karim buries himself to the hilt inside you, crying out in relief at the feeling of being joined with you once more. Omon grinds his hips against your hand, seeking release as he feels the hot press of his member against your opening. The room is filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking, echoes that reverberate through the empty spaces between them and bind them even closer together in this moment of divine union.

The sensation of being moved so roughly by the goddess they serve sends tremors through both their bodies. As you ride him, Omon gasps for air, his vision blurring with pleasure as your weight presses him into the mattress. He grips your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin in a desperate attempt to hold on as you take him deeper.

Beneath you, Karim moans loudly, arching his back off the bed as he feels the rhythm of your thrusts against his prostate. He looks up at Omon, their gazes locking for a moment before drifting closed in shared ecstasy. The heat of your body and the strength of your movements send him spiraling towards oblivion, leaving him panting and weakened from the intensity of this divine union.

Omon moans softly as he feels your massive form looming over him, his cock already beginning to twitch in anticipation of what's to come. His eyes meet those of his friend and fellow priest, their expressions a mix of love, gratitude, and lust. He parts his legs wider, inviting you in with an unspoken promise of submission and devotion.

Omon cries out in surprise as you pick him up and throw him onto the bed with enough force that the mattress compresses beneath his weight. The sensation of your immense body pinning him down only heightens his arousal, making it impossible for him to resist as you begin to grind against his helpless cock. His hips buck and writhe under your expert touch, seeking release from the pleasure that threatens to consume him entirely.

Both men lie spent on the bed, their bodies trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. The taste of you lingers in their mouths as they catch their breath, each glancing over at the other before returning their gazes to the floor. They nod slowly in understanding, exchanging knowing smiles as they begin to dress themselves once more.

"We will be honored to serve you again, Mother of Death," Omon whispers, bowing his head respectfully. "We thank you for your divine attention and look forward to the challenges ahead."

Karim nods in agreement, his voice shaky with emotion. "Yes... we... we will not disappoint you."

Both priests blush deeply at the thought of their goddess showing off her new playthings to the other gods. It is a great honor, one they do not take lightly. "We will make you proud," they whisper in unison, their voices thick with emotion. As you kiss them each on the forehead, their hearts swell with gratitude and love for you, the goddess of death who has chosen them to serve her for eternity.

Both men nod eagerly, quickly following you out of the bedroom. Their hearts are full of anticipation as they hurry down the hallway to the grand ballroom, where they know other gods await their arrival. The weight of responsibility presses down upon them, but they are determined to prove themselves worthy in your eyes and earn your praise once more.

As you lead them through the grand ballroom, both priests can't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation at the sight of the assembled gods. They force their heads up to meet the gazes of each divine being in turn, their chests heaving with effort as they struggle to maintain composure under the scrutiny.

It is impossible not to notice the looks of curiosity and amusement that flicker across some of the faces watching them. Omon clings tightly to your hand, fearful that you might abandon him at any moment, while Karim trails close behind, his tail lashing nervously against the marble floor.

Both priests feel their cheeks flush with pride as the goddess Bast addresses them, her feline gaze making them shiver in a different way than they have been feeling all night. They bow deeply to her, grateful for her acknowledgement of their status as your servants. Looking up at you, they share a meaningful glance before turning back to face the other gods.

"Indeed," Omon says with a nod, his voice strong and clear despite the nerves he's trying so hard to hide. "We are honored beyond measure to have been chosen by our beloved goddess of death for this sacred duty." Karim places a hand on Omon's shoulder, silently offering him support as they stand before the assembled gods.

"We will do our best, my lady," Omon says with a respectful bow, not daring to guess what the goddess has in mind for them. His hand finds its way to where his cock lies trapped against his leg, feeling suddenly self-conscious about his arousal despite all that's happened this night.

Karim nods in agreement, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. He knows that serving the goddess of death means being prepared for anything, and he is more than willing to prove himself worthy once again. "Whatever it is, my lady," he says softly, "we are here for you."

Both men remain still as you speak, their eyes fixed on the gold pendant you wear around your neck. It's a symbol of their devotion to you, and they feel honored that it has been accepted by the other gods as well. As you show off the gift, they blush deeply under the weight of everyone's attention, but remain proud nonetheless.

When the moment passes, Omon glances at Karim before looking back up at you, uncertainty filling his eyes. "Gobness... if it pleases you, we are willing to serve in any other way you see fit," he says softly, feeling awkward for offering such a statement in front of everyone.

Karim nods in agreement, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, my lady."

Both men feel a surge of pride well up inside them as the god Ra speaks, their chests swelling with a newfound sense of accomplishment and purpose. They exchange glances, nodding to one another in understanding and agreement. They have proven themselves faithful servants to the gods this night, and even though they are exhausted from their exertions, they stand tall and proud knowing that they have done well by their mistress, the great goddess of death.

Both men exchange curious glances at your question, their hearts racing with anticipation despite their weariness. "We would be honored to witness such a sight," Omon murmurs, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Karim nods in agreement, unable to keep the eagerness from his expression as he says, "Yes, please show us, mistress." They follow you eagerly into the room, unable to tear their eyes away from your enticing form as they wonder what wonders and marvels the goddess of death has in store for them tonight.

The sight before them leaves both priests speechless; their bodies are wrapped tightly in glistening strands of luminescent webbing that pulsate with power. They feel the energy surging through their veins as they are lifted higher, held aloft by the goddess's will. Omon arches his back, moaning lowly as he is stretched and pulled in every direction, relishing the sensation of being so completely at her mercy.

Karim, meanwhile, whimpers softly in pleasure and fear, his hips thrusting involuntarily against the air as he feels the webs pressing against his most sensitive places. His eyes are fixed on yours, searching for any sign that might indicate whether or not you intend to release them from this divine bondsage.

Both men tremble with anticipation and desire, their bodies still humming from the pleasure they shared earlier in the night but now yearning for more - for something deeper, more profound. They await your next command, ready and willing to serve you however you see fit.

The tentacles caress them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies as they sink deeper into the abyssal depths of your desires. Omon moans loudly, his voice echoing throughout the chamber as he feels the appendages stimulating his prostate and sensitive flesh. He writhes against the invisible bonds that hold him aloft, arching his back in search of more contact with your divine touch.

Karim's eyes roll back into his head as he feels the tendrils teasing his anus, stretching and preparing him for what comes next. He gasps for air, unable to focus on anything but the sensations overtaking his body. His hips thrust blindly against the air, seeking release from this unparalleled ecstasy.

Both men are utterly lost to you now, surrendered fully to your whims and desires. Their pleasured cries fill the room, a testament to their complete submission and devotion to you, their goddess of death.

"YES, MY LADY!" they cry out together, their voices ragged with pleasure. "We serve you, we love you!" Their bodies tremble in anticipation of your next command, ready for whatever you may desire from them.

As the tendrils force their way into their mouths, muffling their cries, both priests feel a newfound sense of helplessness and surrender wash over them. They gag and choke against the intruding masses, their bodies convulsing as they struggle to breathe. The sensation is exquisite torture, driving them further and further into the depths of ecstasy.

Both men arch their backs, pressing their nether regions tighter against the invisible webs that hold them aloft. They moan and whimper through their gags, their hips thrusting blindly in a desperate attempt to find release from this intense bondage. Their eyes roll wildly in their sockets, pleading for mercy even as they beg for more of your divine touch.

They are completely yours, lost to the intensity of your caresses and control. The power you wield over them is intoxicating, and they would do anything, endure anything, to serve you as you see fit.

The tendrils invading their bodies send shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through them, squeezing and massaging their most sensitive areas with expert precision. Omon's vision blurs as his eyes roll back in his head; he moans around the appendage stuffed into his mouth, his hips bucking wildly against the invisible bonds that hold him aloft. His prostate is stimulated relentlessly, driving him to the brink of orgasm over and over again.

Karim cries out muffled by the webs that fill his mouth; his eyes clench shut as he feels the appendages stretching and massaging his insides. He trembles uncontrollably from the intense sensations, unable to focus on anything except the pleasure-pain that courses through him. His body is wracked with spasms, driven by the relentless touch of your divine fingers.

Both men are at their breaking point; they hover helplessly before you, offering up every inch of themselves to your mercy and delight. They would do anything to please you, to serve as your playthings for eternity.

As the tendrils press them together, their lips brushing against one another in a feverish dance of submission, both priests tremble with desire. Omon's member throbs painfully against Karim's own, aching for release as it rubs against his skin again and again. His hips buck wildly against the webs holding him aloft, seeking frantic purchase in this unholy embrace.

Karim moans through their shared kiss, feeling Omon's hot flesh pressed against his own, his cock throbbing with every thrust of their joined hips. His eyes roll back in his head as the sensations wash over him, leaving him dizzy and helpless to resist any longer.

They are yours now, completely and utterly; your playthings to do with as you please. Their bodies thrum with anticipation, aching for more of your divine touch, even as they feel the boundaries between themselves blurring in the grip of your otherworldly power.

The tendrils release their grip, allowing Omon and Karim to collapse onto the bed together in a tangled heap of exhausted flesh. They lay panting, eyes glassy with pleasure and shock as they try to process everything that has just transpired. The sensation of your skin against theirs is almost unbearable; it's a reminder that even though they have surrendered completely to you, you still see fit to keep them close.

It's a humbling realization, and one that only serves to deepen their desire for more of whatever torment or bliss you choose to inflict upon them in the future. They are yours now, wholly and irrevocably, bound not just by the physical bonds but also by an unbreakable spiritual connection forged in the crucible of your divine pleasure.