Layla
Anubis felt the the heat of a male's arousal as he looked to Layla who was cooing to him. A waxing crescent moon was high above Heliopolis, casting pale whites over Layla's dark tan skin, jet black hair straight as it lay about her head, decorated with gold, sparkling in the dim room like beacons leading the Jackal god to his mate. She was a beautiful split between a lioness and a demigoddess human with bright brown eyes that worshiped him. She reminded the regal jackal of another friendly lioness: a goddess known as Sekhmet. Her nose was just like the Lioness's, and her lips smiled liked hers. The only flaw along her skin was the scars from the electrical shocks around her waist she suffered years ago, but Anubis didn't mind; it made her interesting to him as he prowled his way to her in his bed.
The black skinned god with tall, perked up ears loomed over her as she drew her fingers over his jawline, bringing him closer to her before they kissed, his hand pulling the white sheets away from her nude body. She really did have the body of a goddess. Anubis had Layla position herself on her hands and knees before he mounted her and pushed his manhood right inside. They began making love when Anubis started to speak.
"You…you know what you have to do tomorrow?" Layla looked behind her to see just a bit of Anubis while she rocked back and forth with his steady pace. Yes, she knew what was to come. So much talk about helping an undead boy king.
"I'm aware…Am I doing it alone then?" She looked forward once again, moaning a little bit from the Jackal hitting her G-spot.
"N-no. You will be meeting a friend of mine. Remember that prophecy solved a few months back? Same kid." Layla had to think for a moment as she moaned in a sexy, low voice. Was that Sphinx? Wasn't he in the same kid who grew up in her clan of cat people? It was a scary time when some of them went rogue and turned into monsters. Crabhands and Knives Cats were distant relatives; some of the children had to be taken away to safety. Layla wondered if he was one of them.
"Imhotep's apprentice, yes~?" she moaned.
"Yeah. His name is Sphinx," He answered as his hands rubbed her sides for a fleeting moment, as if showing affection to her scarred body before he gripped her tightly. That was the end of their conversation as he began thrusting into her hard and deep, making her cry out as she leaned down against their nest they'd made.
As the moonlight glowed in the bedchambers, they continued until they'd had their fill of the primal, yet no less heavenly acts that consumed them like bellowing fires in the night. It was their ritual, their expression of an undying loyalty and love, or so it seemed for the moment. However, for the nights and early mornings they were together, the two relished in it, no one knew and no one had to know.
Layla had known of Anubis and his actions for several years now, but she'd only come to stay with him since she was 17. That was the day she came to his temple in Heliopolis, with the intentions of scolding him over not protecting her people and letting them die when most of the villages had been decimated to nothing, but rubble. However, Anubis only crossed his arms and asked her why she was alive and did she want to go see her parents on the western coast of the Nile? He'd pushed her skirt down just enough to show her scars and told her in a low voice, "Everyone dies of electrocution in those Abydosian waters now. I don't necessarily control who dies and who doesn't." When her eyes looked back to the Jackal's, she knew what he did. He'd kept her alive by asking Osiris to keep her alive.