Smut part 2! This time warning for animal characteristics

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Apparently, gods didn't think much of a proper period to rest and recover for round two.

Without much of a pause, Anubis turned Yeosang's sluggish body around until he balanced on his hands and knees. Then, a clawed hand pressed down between his shoulder blades until Yeosang's chest and cheek rested on the bed while he recovered from his high. His hips were in the air, presented for the jackal, and Anubis made another pleased noise.

Yeosang felt the bed dip under his knees, saw Anubis' shadow dance over the wall. His heat was so close now, but Yeosang still wasn't ready when his hard and heavy length pressed against his slick backside.

He could tell right away that the difference between his pelvis and Anubis' cock wasn't big enough. The slide was wet, his hole ready enough to take any normal-sized person, but not a god.

"It won't- That won't go in there," Yeosang whined with his broken voice. He was shy in this position, served on a silver platter to Anubis as he kneaded his hands into Yeosang's flushed cheeks.

His laughter was ominous.

"Yes, it will," he promised as he nudged his tip against Yeosang's entrance, catching on it. Immediately, Yeosang canted his hips, knew how he had to do it to take it in this position. But his muddled brain fought for reason still.

"Wait-", he gasped out and Anubis had mercy on him. He leaned over Yeosang, dragging purposefully through his cleft until his hole twitched with need.

He wanted something to fill that void, desperately, but he didn't want to die because it had to be a jackal-headed god.

Anubis' voice was close to his ear again. The growl of him both soothing and exciting. Yeosang felt his blood rushing south yet again, so ready for more.

"Are you underestimating me, little one?" Anubis asked, only sounding as threatening as Yeosang knew him to be after all those weeks.

A wet tongue caressed over Yeosang's nape and made him shudder. He reacted to it all too easily, whimpering into his arms.

"N-No, I- I'm human, I will get hurt," he whined, rubbing back against the delicious weight against him, but also terrified of what might happen if he tried squeezing it inside him.

"Open up for me."

Anubis teeth sunk into Yeosang's flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for the pressure to sting and make him go pliant under the beast. A surprised cry bounced from the corner of the room as the sudden stab of pleasure had Yeosang's eyes flying wide open.

The second Yeosang dropped his defences, Anubis entered him.

Yeosang's shocked gasp bled into a moan when he realised it didn't hurt. It was a stretch; it was a foreign feeling because of his shape and the unnatural heat, but it felt good. So good. Relaxing again, he buried his face into his pillow, holding on for dear life as Anubis grunted into his shoulder. He released his teeth so he could slide deeper, mindful not to hurt the fragile human. The wet imprint throbbed deliciously in Yeosang's flesh.

More and more heat filled him, slowly grinding deeper. Yeosang almost couldn't breathe and his hand shot out, uncoordinated and bumping into things as it reached for the drawer of his nightstand. He gasped when Anubis rubbed along his prostate, slow and agonising and making Yeosang's legs shuffle open further.

He managed to retrieve the lube from his nightstand somehow and flailed his hand towards Anubis. Drool gathered under his cheek as he was stretched out deliciously, and Yeosang couldn't manage a single thought anymore as his body was ablaze with need. Numb fingers clenched into the sheets as soon as Anubis took the bottle from him.

"Some oil? Sure," he guessed, and Yeosang had no energy to explain. He hiccoughed when Anubis leaned back, dragging through his insides so deliciously to pour the cold fluid over their junction.

Yeosang barely had the mind to realise that this was actually happening, and he was sleeping with a god (again, but this time in a much more supernatural setting), when Anubis already rolled his hips, filling Yeosang entirely. There was still a part of him left, his hips not flush with Yeosang's, but Yeosang was gagging at the stretch already, so the god went easy on him.

His hand slipped around Yeosang's neck, supporting his body and keeping him in position for Anubis to ravage. A low growl vibrated through Yeosang's back.

"There you go. Nice and open for me," the god praised as Yeosang's body throbbed around him, still reeling to catch up.

A broken whine escaped Yeosang. He felt tender, as if the lightest movement might make him come again. Anubis' size above him, his scent, his heat, none of it was normal. It was overwhelming and blissful and Yeosang couldn't do anything more than quiver as the god conquered his body.

"Shush now. I am here, so don't cry," the jackal purred at his ear, nipping gently at its round shell. He moved his hips slowly, grinding his length into all the good spots. Yeosang wasn't usually too obsessed with size so long as it got the job done, but realising how far he was stretched open, how deep Anubis reached into his guts, it added a dizzying gratification.

The slide was wet and easy, so hot as Yeosang's body adjusted to him. His walls throbbed in response to the slow thrusts of the god above him and his blurry vision took in the muscular arm bracing by his side.

Slowly, the jackal gained more confidence that Yeosang wouldn't break into pieces below him and picked up his pace. His hand braced around Yeosang's neck, not cutting off his air flow but rather angling him so he wouldn't forget to breathe.

"Touch yourself," Anubis growled at his ear as he plunged into Yeosang, drawing noises from his throat Yeosang didn't think himself capable of making. He cried into the pleasure, back arching by itself to feel the god even deeper. Yeosang believed to feel the heat of the desert against his back, the taste of wine and spices on his tongue. When his fingers curled around his tip, there was resistance to his movements, as if they were suspended in water.

Anubis knocked into him harshly, and Yeosang's hips jerked back to meet the thrust. His eyes flew open to blink against the tears and for a moment, he thought he had gone blind.

They weren't in his room anymore. His pillows had come with him to cushion them inside a room not unlike other Egyptian temples he had seen. Fires lit its perimeter and danced over tall pillars. Black obelisks engraved with hieroglyphs telling tales about Anubis flanked statues of his jackal-headed form.

The pair of them were in the middle of the room on a round platform. Yeosang squirmed under the god in a bed of fresh flowers, fruit and gold pieces, offerings made to his likeness.

Anubis' imagination had taken over his lack of control over his magic. So close to his release, he must have transported them into his world. His home, perhaps?

"J-Jongho," Yeosang moaned, trying to catch his attention just in case that meant someone might walk in on them.

Anubis pushed himself up to look around, but his hips didn't slow down. Somehow, his maw managed a disapproving tut.

"My name," he demanded, and his claws raked down Yeosang's chest to leave faint red lines. He caught his unmoving hand, pressing it against the bulge of his length through Yeosang's stomach. His tip drooled over the floor below, leaving dark spots on his blanket.

Yeosang's eyes rolled back in his skull. Anubis filled him so well, tugging on his rim until it was tingling. Every harsh thrust knocked some more sense out of Yeosang.

"Huh?" He just made, holding on for dear life as Anubis made him feel the drag of him through his body, dug deep into his belly.

"My actual name. Call that one. This is a place of worship."

The jackal's voice was strained. His thrusts more erratic and his heat pulsing heavily. When he shifted his legs, Yeosang was as if attached to him, dragging along with the movement. Anubis pulled him up until he was kneeling upright with the jackal behind him. The temple had no ceiling, opening away to an infinite darkness and a river that was flowing upside down against all rules of gravity.

Yeosang didn't question anything anymore. He just felt the heat between them, the tight grip of the jackal splitting him open to fill him.

"Anubis." It sounded forbidden, like an incantation of black magic, a binding spell. It reminded Yeosang who he was doing this with. That a god was taking him on his shrine, was marking him as his property.

A pleased growl stifled in his shoulder. The thrusts were more shallow now, quicker, but not reaching as deep. When Yeosang whined - suddenly obsessed with his size - and tried to worm further down, he met resistance. His muddled mind first thought he met Anubis' hips finally, but then calculated that it couldn't be.

Trembling fingers reached down between his thighs. Anubis curled over him, strong hips jabbing into Yeosang without pause. His tail flicked into Yeosang's field of view when he touched the soaked place where they connected, feeling for his heat.

He was right. Anubis was only halfway inside of him now, and the lower part of his cock was swollen and impossibly hard. Sturdy like a muscle, the bulbous part tugged on Yeosang's rim, but it wouldn't fit anymore.

Yeosang was so close he couldn't even make heads or tails of it, but jackals were canines, and canines had knots for breeding.

So Anubis also had one.

"There- You have-" He began, but that rough tongue lapped over his jaw, sparing him the stuttered sentence.

"Shh, don't bother yourself with it. I won't force you down on it," Anubis growled before he packed Yeosang's hips, driving in as deep as his knot would allow them and rubbing his tip right into Yeosang's spot.

With a coarse yell, Yeosang reached for his length, just in time to jerk himself through his second orgasm that left his ears ringing. He rolled his hips back into Anubis, whimpering his name as if in prayer until the god finally, blissfully, locked his arms around Yeosang and caught him in a tight embrace.

He bit him again when he came, around his arm this time. Yeosang trembled through the sting and the heat pouring over as the aftershocks tingled through him.

Anubis panted against the drool wetting Yeosang's arm. He rocked into him slowly, getting everything out. At times, his whimpers sounded tormented since he had to hold back from burying his knot in Yeosang's heat and relieve its pain. But he had control, only squeezing it against Yeosang's hole without forcing it open.

Yeosang hung in his arms, absolutely exhausted. The temple blurred before his eyes and when he blinked; he was back in his bedroom and Anubis was carefully pulling from him. He lowered Yeosang to rest on his mattress and catch his breath and, though there were disgusting wet spots all over his sheets, Yeosang happily shivered through the bliss of his orgasm.

Anubis made a satisfied noise, his hand smoothing over Yeosang's hip to witness his accomplishment. Embarrassed, Yeosang buried his face in his pillow. He was gaping open, body struggling to close after it had been spread so much. Anubis' spill flowed from him freely, hot and slick on his thigh. Pleased with the sight, Anubis stood to get him something to clean up.

Yeosang lay there while he bustled about, feeling faint. His body was wrecked in the best way, feeling utterly disintegrated and full of energy at the same time. He couldn't forget what he had seen, what it meant to be taken by a god at his shrine.

It was unforgettable. Divine. All those mesmerising, supernatural words. But Yeosang was happy and blissful in a way most human, relaxing into his pillows.

Cosy, Yeosang rested his eyes for a few minutes to bask in his euphoria until Anubis would return to his side. For the first time in weeks, he felt utterly content and relaxed.