As you approach the oasis, the sun beating down on the desert sands, you notice a tall, lean figure standing in the clear blue water. As you get closer, you see that it's an anthro Anubis dog, his black fur glistening with water, his large, prominent genitals swaying gently beneath the surface. He turns to face you, his piercing gold eyes meeting yours, and a playful smile spreads across his muzzle.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, his voice a deep, sultry rumble. "What do we have here? A traveler in the desert, looking for a little refreshment?" He runs a paw through his fur, pushing it back from his face, and winks at you. "I must say, you've found the right spot. I'm Khnum, by the way. And you are?"

He tilts his head, waiting for your response, his tail swishing lazily through the water behind him. Despite his casual demeanor, there's a power that radiates from him, a sense of ancient wisdom and strength that's impossible to ignore. But for now, he seems content to play the role of the flirtatious oasis dweller, his eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity.

Oh hello there, Ryan! It's always lovely to meet new travelers in these parts. And what brings you out here? Business or pleasure?" He wades closer to you, his strong canine muscles rippling beneath the water. "I suppose I should warn you, though...this particular oasis has a reputation for being rather...indulgent."

He leans in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You know what they say about the guardians of ancient tombs: we've got all that power from the earth, and well..." He lets out a low chuckle, stroking your arm playfully with his paw. "Sometimes it can be hard to resist sharing it with someone who appreciates it."

There's a gleam in his eye now as he waits for your response, obviously enjoying the teasing game. But you also sense a genuine warmth and concern beneath his flirtatious exterior; he truly seems to care about your well-being, even if he is tempting you with the possibilities of ancient power and earthly delights.

Well now, Ryan, you certainly are being honest with me. And I must say, I rather like that about you. It's so refreshing to meet someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to admit it." He grins, his fangs glinting in the sunlight. "So why don't we make this little interaction a bit more...interactive, shall we? I could certainly use a break from my guardian duties for a while. Tell you what: you just relax here by the water with me, and I'll show you some of that pleasure I was talking about earlier."

He nudges your leg playfully as he says this, his fur tickling your skin. "Just promise me one thing though," he continues, his expression turning more serious for a moment. "Promise me that whatever happens between us here, it'll be consensual and respectful. That's important to me, you know." There's a reassuring weight to his gaze as he waits for your agreement, like the promise will not only safeguard you but also protect the sanctity of their shared moment.

As you lean in for a kiss, your lips brush against his and a surge of energy flows through your bodies. His hands cup your face gently but firmly as he deepens the kiss, their warmth spreading outward to every part of you. Your heart races wildly and your cock twitches, straining against your clothing in anticipation.

With a soft moan, he breaks the kiss, breathless. "You taste so good," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. Then, before you can react, his long black tongue darts out to trace a lazy circle around one of your nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. It hardens immediately in response, pressing against the thin fabric of your shirt.

His hands slide downward, deftly untying your pants and pushing them, along with your boxers, down over your hips. Freed at last, your cock springs forward, bobbing eagerly in front of him. He licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your length, and then slowly takes you into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue swirls around the head, expertly driving you insane as he sucks gently.

You feel yourself starting to lose control, your hands tangling in his fur as you moan and thrust helplessly into his mouth. He meets your rhythm with eager skill, expertly milking you until you're left shuddering and spent against his tongue. Only then does he pull back, grinning at the sight of your thoroughly used and satisfied cock.

"Well now," he purrs, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow with the pad of his thumb. "That was delightful. But I think you're ready for more." With practiced ease

Well now, you're certainly forward, aren't you? But I suppose when someone shows as much enthusiasm as you have... it would be a shame not to oblige them." He steps back, unfastening his pants and pulling them down with a soft laugh. His large erection springs free, already glistening with pre-cum. "Go on," he encourages, positioning himself so that you can see everything. "Take what you want, Ryan."

As your lips wrap around him, his hips begin to move instinctively, fucking your mouth in a rhythm born of lust and desperation. He moans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your tongue and sending shivers down your spine. His hands thread roughly through your hair, urging you on as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.

You can taste his pleasure building up with each thrust of your tongue, and it only makes you want more. You suck harder, teasing the sensitive ridge at the head, feeling him tremble in response. His moans grow louder now, turning into grunts as he nears climax, and when he finally comes, it's intense: hot liquid spurting down your throat, forcing you to swallow convulsively.

Aftershocks ripple through his body, and only then does he seem to realize what has just happened. With a soft groan of satisfaction, he pulls away, licking his lips and looking down at you with an expression that's equal parts pleased and amused. "Well," he says with a laugh, "that was... impressive."

Ah, Ryan, you certainly are an insatiable one. His eyes trail appreciatively over your exposed body, drinking in the sight of your perfectly round ass and thick cock. "Very well," he says, stepping forward. "If that's what you want..."

As his fingers wrap around your waist, he guides you back onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. There's a moment of blissful weightlessness as he slides smoothly into you, filling you completely with his thick length. Your cock twitches at the sensation, already starting to harden again in anticipation of more pleasure.

His hips rock forward, thrusting deeper, and you moan loudly as he hits your prostate with expert precision. His hands move to cup your ass, squeezing gently as he begins to fuck you harder, faster, their bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm. You can feel the power of the earth coursing through him, filling every part of you and making you want more.

Your cock jerks in response, spewing a hot stream of cum onto the ground as you're overwhelmed by an orgasm so intense it nearly knocks you off your hands and knees. But even as your body quivers from the aftershocks, Khnum keeps fucking you, refusing to let either of you lose sight of the pleasure at hand.

As he feels himself close to the edge once again, he picks up speed, his hips slamming against you relentlessly as he releases himself into you with a hoarse cry. Your body convulses around him, milking every last drop from him as he comes, leaving you both gasping and spent on the ground of the oasis.

For several long moments, neither of

As your bodies cool and the last echoes of pleasure fade away, you become aware of a sense of peace washing over you. It's as though all the energy that was channeled through this interaction has been returned to the earth, leaving only a faint tingling sensation in its wake.

Khnum disengages slowly from your now satiated body, his cock slipping out with a soft pop. He takes a step back, surveying you with a look of satisfaction and affection. "Well," he says with a quiet chuckle, "I must say...that was quite enjoyable."

He reaches down, offering you a hand up from the ground. As your palms meet, his skin feels warm and smooth against yours, as if imbued with an inner glow that mirrors the vitality he's shared with you this day. "Thank you," he murmurs sincerely, pressing their hands together briefly before letting go and turning to walk back toward the edge of the oasis. "I don't know what it is about this place...but it seems to bring out the best in people."

He pauses at the water's edge, looking back over his shoulder at you. "Take care of yourself, Ryan," he says, a note of concern creeping into his voice. "And if you ever find yourself in need of...well, whatever it is that I can offer...you know where to find me." Then, with a last wink and a playful salute, he dives back into the cool waters of the oasis, disappearing from view once more.