Anubis' Wish

His story seemed to catch her off guard, as she didn't expect the prisoner would spill the beans all of a sudden. However, the goddess perked up at the moment he mentioned the altar. She picked up the human's leather bag, before dropping it to the floor as she took out a photograph.

"You mean this altar?" She inquired before showing it to Omar.

It was the picture of Anubis' altar he was given by the same guy who told him about the legend.

"Y-Yes! That's it!" He nodded with his head, but that didn't help his situation as everyone was now looking at him warily.

"So you were in my temple... What did you do to the altar?" She demanded and stepped closer to the human threateningly.

Omar almost cowered when the goddess' figure loomed over him, yet he grew confused when she addressed the temple as hers. If that was really her temple, then why was it abandoned? Even so, he dismissed the detail and continued.

"I-I didn't do anything wrong with that, I swear. The only thing I did was put that piece of treasure onto the altar just like in that picture." He pointed to the golden ankh which was placed on the same spot he placed it. "Suddenly it glowed white and then the light exploded and for some reason, I ended up falling into the pool."

The goddess looked at the picture once more with a bewildered look, which made Omar wonder if she had an idea about what was going on, but he knew he shouldn't keep his hopes up.

"So that's what happened..." She replied with a low tone, yet she turned back to him with her furrowed face. "But you still have a lot of explaining to do. What were you doing in my temple? Where did you get that golden ankh? And what in Ra's name were you planning to do with the altar?"

"Alright, just wait a minute." Omar shook his head in confusion. "What do you mean YOUR temple? That belongs to the god Anubis! And you don't even look like him. By the way, how can I be sure you guys are real? Aren't you wearing some kind of disguises to make a fool of me?"

Omar didn't realize he just made a huge mistake before one of the guards holding him silenced him by throwing a punch into his gut. The blow was incredibly strong and knocked the wind out of him, as Omar fell down to his knees and bent over, clutching his stomach in pain.

"I would watch my tongue if I were you." The supposed goddess responded with a dry tone as she took one more step forward and looked down scornfully at the human. "I could just order my guards to send you to the prison while I decide how to punish you for vandalizing my palace."

Omar coughed and wheezed when he had some difficulty breathing for a moment, admitting to himself he kind of had that coming for being a little cocky to the wrong people. Furthermore, the pain felt so real that it was enough to convince him once more that he wasn't dreaming.

"But I'm willing to spare your life for the fact that you are the very first live human to ever show up in our world, not to mention you don't even know what you've done to the altar. Now I ask again, what were you planning to do with it?"

"You wouldn't believe me..." He grunted with his forehead pressed against the floor.

"Just answer my question, mortal..." There was a tone of impatience in her voice.

"Ugh... I just wanted to get my wish..." Omar grunted as he raised his head up to meet her gaze, although he could barely see her face through her sizeable tits. "I don't know what I did wrong, but I was supposed to put the missing piece into the altar and then I would summon the spirit of Anubis so he could grant my wish, at least that's what the legend said..."

"Where in the blazes did you hear such nonsense?" She inquired as her face furrowed with disbelief.

"From a merchant who sold me the golden ankh..." He replied as he regained enough strength to get up, only to be pulled up by the guardians that held him by his arms like before. "He even provided me the pictures like the one you're holding and the location of the temple. But of course, I had to pay a lot of money to get all the info."

The goddess let out an exasperated sigh and cast her eyes down in ponderance. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she turned to the guards holding the human and made a gesture with her hand. The guards let the human go, much to his relief as he rubbed his arms, a little surprised they had such a strong grip. Had they held him any tighter, they could've broken his bones with little to no effort on their part.

"What's your name, mortal?" The beautiful female jackal asked.

Omar would've answered immediately, but he became a little distracted when he noticed she was a good deal taller than him as well, to the point that he could barely reach the gorgeous goddess-like woman's chin. Furthermore, he couldn't help but gulp down a nervous knot in his throat, as he tried to keep his eyes upon her instead of looking at her big natural breasts, which had him feeling a little hot under the collar.

"Omar..." He replied after a couple of seconds, failing to hold himself back as he dared to take a glance at her chest. His pants around his crotch area beginning to feel just a little tighter as he did.

"I'll be straight with you, Omar. I don't know how that bastard knew about my temple or how he got the golden ankh, but what I do know is that you were a fool to believe him." She said bluntly as she threw the leather bag back at him. "That legend he told you was nothing but a lie, what you just did to the altar only brought you to the afterlife."

"Wait, afterlife? What are you talking about?" The confusion crossed over his face before he demanded more of an explanation.

"Ugh... this is gonna be more complicated than I thought..." She rubbed her eyes with a grumble before she started again in detail. "When you activated the altar, you accidentally started a ritual. You see, thousands of years ago, your people built the temple to deliver the deceased pharaohs before they would mummify their bodies. The altar was used to extract their souls and send them to the next world, Aaru, so they could have eternal rest. But since you didn't give the altar that offering, it chose you to be sent to the world you're standing in right now."

"So you're telling me that..." Omar trailed off when his mind couldn't take what he just heard.

"Yes, you're in Aaru, the paradise where the dead live in peace." She finished with a hint of pity.

The young man stood frozen, completely shocked with his mouth hung open. He couldn't even think whether or not he should believe everything the goddess had explained. At this moment, his mind couldn't take all the information before it suddenly shut a result, Omar fainted and fell to the ground.

"Great... just what I needed." The goddess sighed with a facepalm. Then she gave an order to one of her guards. "Take him to my chamber, it would be best if no one else were to find out we have a mortal here." She turned to the rest of the guards. "The rest of you, don't even think about telling anyone what happened here!"

After laying out her orders, she walked off on her way to her chamber with her guard following her from behind with the young man carried on his shoulder. On her way, the goddess knew she should've mentioned to the mortal the fact that, just because he's in the Aaru, doesn't mean he will be trapped here couldn't blame him for passing out though. She could only hope by the time he wakes up, he will be calmer than before.

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Omar moaned as he slowly regained his consciousness, squirming his body around before feeling the strange softness on his back, he even felt his head resting on something fluffy. Once he cracked his eyes open, the first thing he noticed was the intricately carved ceiling.

Sitting up, he realized he was lying on a queen-sized bed with lace curtains hanging over the sides, but to his surprise, the bed itself was large enough that it could fit more than two people. However, he found himself becoming confused about how he just ended up on someone's bed. Last thing he remembered, he was running away from dog-faced soldiers before bumping into a female one, who had huge boobs. He could barely remember what happened after that, but he didn't forget he passed out after hearing something that was utterly absurd and completely illogical.

He would like to believe all of that was nothing but a bad dream, but to be in someone else's bed, in the middle of a peculiar room with sandstone walls and columns with hieroglyphics, was not the kind of place he would prefer to wake up.

Suddenly, a shudder ran through his body when he felt a chilling breeze coming from an entryway ahead, which appeared to be an exit to a balcony. But when he looked down, he realized he was wearing nothing but a loincloth, yet that did little to help the fact he was almost naked.

"W-What the... What the hell happened to my clothes!" He shouted.

"You had them soaking wet, so I had to undress you and let them dry."

Omar perked up after hearing a familiar voice, before turning to his side and seeing the same buxom goddess from before, sitting in a settee beside the bed with a neutral, yet calm and patient expression. It seemed like she'd been waiting for him to regain his consciousness, for who knows how long.

"It... It's you again..." The young treasure hunter said, completely stunned by her presence, even though this time there were no guards around to protect her.

"I'm sure you were expecting to wake up in your world, but I'm afraid you're still trapped in Aarus." She stood up from the settee and stepped closer to him. "After you passed out, I decided to bring you in to my chamber so you wouldn't cause any more ruckus around the palace."

"Wouldn't you send me to the dungeons instead?" He didn't like giving ideas, but he couldn't help but wonder how he didn't end up getting jailed.

"Yes, but like I said, your presence changes a lot of things because you were unaware of the kind of mess you put yourself into." The female canine turned around and walked towards a table at the far corner of the room.

At that moment, Omar's eyes bulged out at the sight of her huge butt-cheeks bouncing in a hypnotic sway, causing her own loincloth to get wedged in between them, leaving every inch of her behind completely on display. He had to admit, she had undeniably the fattest ass he'd ever seen in his life, it was too much for him to just look away, especially with his hormones forcing his mind to become engulfed with dirty thoughts.

"Besides, just because I'm the goddess of Death doesn't mean I have to be ruthless to my prisoners, unless they deserve it, of course." Anubis continued as she poured water into a golden chalice cup.

"Wait, are you really Anubis? I mean, THE God of Death, Anubis?" Omar snapped back to reality and expressed his incredulity at such a reveal, only to freeze when he met a piercing glare from the female jackal.

She took a deep breath to not let that question get on her nerves, as she approached the human with the cup full of water. "Judging by your tone, I can assume you didn't expect me to be a woman?" She asked daringly.

"That's not what I meant..." Omar responded bashfully after realizing she took offense to that. "It's just that, the history books I read in college said otherwise. Your followers didn't even mention the theory that you'd be someone else, not even in the ancient paintings from your temple."

"Is that so? Well, be that as it may, it's understandable you never knew my identity since no human has ever met me in person, until now." Anubis replied as she stood in front of the human, before handing the cup of water to him.

Omar was surprised at her gesture, but he accepted it and thanked her, before taking a sip of water, letting out a refreshed sigh.

"So... am I really dead?" After a moment of silence, he asked with his head hung low in dismay.

"Not exactly... In fact, there's a chance you could go back to your world." Anubis revealed, earning a shocked and hopeful look from the young man. "I'm not completely sure if that's a possibility. But the way I see it, you didn't come here as a walking spirit like the late pharaohs who came here. It's hard to tell how you did end up in this situation since you're not actually dead, but whatever the case, I don't see you being trapped in Aarus forever."

"Does that really mean you can send me back where I came from?" Omar stood from the bed with a jump, barely containing his excitement.

"Like I said, I'm not sure unless I give it a try." Suddenly, Anubis placed her hands softly on his shoulders.

Omar was surprised by the feeling of her soft couldn't help but feel comforted by her almost gentle touch as she sat him back down on the bed.

"The only solution I have in mind is to take you back to the same place where you came from."

"You mean that pool where I fell in?" Omar wondered as he tried to keep his eyes on her instead of her large, pillowy breasts.

"Actually, it used to be a hall where we perform a ceremony to receive the arrival of the late pharaohs. But that was in the past, and since we no longer received any more of their offerings, I decided to reconstruct it into my... personal bath." Anubis replied with a hint of embarrassment, only to clear her throat and continue. "The point is I have to take you in there because it's linked to my temple, so I will perform some sort of spell that should send you back to the living world."

"You think that will work?" Omar inquired without considering how bizarre it was, what he was listening to.

"To be frank, I've never done something like that before, not even with a soul who wanted to be reborn." Anubis replied with a pondering look. "But even if it sounds impossible, there's still a chance this method could work. Even gods have capabilities they have yet to discover."

Omar only nodded his head at this, without any other choice but to trust her. However, the uncertainty grew on his face when one question remained in his mind, yet he was hesitant to ask it. However, after noticing the inquiring look from Anubis, he decided to be completely honest.

"Why are you helping me?"

The question almost caught Anubis by surprise, as she peered into his perplexing look in search for any sarcasm behind his tone. But after noticing he wasn't averting his eyes away from her, she realized he was serious.

Her face softened then, before she turned around and sat on the bed next to the young man, as he moved aside to allow her to sit, yet he couldn't help but blush when he noticed her breasts bouncing slightly.

"That's a very interesting question you have Omar, not an unexpected one though." Anubis replied with a small smile. "To be honest, I'm helping you because I know you were only tricked by the man who told you about that simple-minded legend, which is the reason why you're here by accident."

"Yeah... I really screwed up, didn't I?" Omar seethed before he slapped his forehead. "I can't believe this... If I'd have taken the time to reconsider, none of this would've happened."

"Then why didn't you?" Anubis asked, inquisitive at his rational comment. "If I remember, you said you wanted to get a wish, was that too tempting for you to just let it go?"

Omar was silent again as he looked down at the floor, as if he was ashamed to admit why he didn't think this through in the first place. Nonetheless, with a resigned sigh, he decided to answer.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." He replied as he rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly. "To be fair, I thought it was just a myth the first time I heard it, but when the merchant showed me those pictures and sold the golden ankh to me, I couldn't think of any reason to believe it was just a scam. And then, I thought it was the only chance I could get to be rich instead of taking life-threatening adventures."

"Sounds like he carried out a flawless scheme to make your mind play tricks on you." Anubis concluded with an amused look.

He groaned in exasperation. "I get it, I said I messed up! But that won't save him when I find him and kick his ass unless he gives my money back!" Omar stood from the bed, getting himself ready to get out of the room

"Not so fast Omar, even if you didn't find what you were looking for, that doesn't mean you're going back empty-handed." She replied as she also stood up before Omar could make his way to the exit.

"What do you mean?" He turned around with a puzzled look.

"While you were unconscious, I've been doing some thinking. Even though you almost caused an incident in my palace from your unexpected arrival, I believe you do deserve some compensation. Since your only purpose was to summon me for a wish, then I'm willing to grant it."

"Wait, can you grant me a wish?" Omar turned to the beautiful Anubis in surprise, only to blush when she stood one foot away from him, giving him another look to her ample breasts.

"Of course, even though what the merchant told you about me was inaccurate, it doesn't mean I can't be capable of do it. But that also depends what kind of wish you want."

"I... I don't know what to say, but that's so very generous of you. If only I could repay you somehow..." Omar replied with a grateful smile.

"You don't have to repay me for anything..." Anubis replied softly before approaching Omar a little closer, as she cupped his face with her hand, which almost made him flinch at her touch. "I know you just wanted to find anything to make your life full of excitement. Hmm... and I can see something else excites you more."

Omar was puzzled at her last remark, but then he noticed she was looking down. He followed her gaze and his eyes almost bulged out when he saw a big bulge in his loincloth, and his member was about to spring out from the underwear. He couldn't believe he just got turned on from enjoying the feeling of her delicate hand.

"S-Shit! W-Wait, I can explain!" He stammered as he brought his hands over his crotch, yet he couldn't hide his face reddening.

"Calm down Omar, there's nothing you need to be sorry about." Anubis let out an amused chuckle, something that no one, let alone Omar believed he would hear. "I know it's just an unpreventable reaction in your body. Would you mind if I ask what made you feel excited?"

Omar was taken aback by that question. He could tell she already knew the answer, but she was asking him to say it in detail. At that moment he thought it was a trick to expose himself for being a pervert, but Anubis didn't seem visibly upset about it, rather she seemed curious considering the fact she and Omar are different.

Nevertheless, Omar refused to answer while avoiding eye contact with her, only to have his eyes gluing over her big firm breasts, and from a closer look he could see her hardened nipples poking through her band cloths. With a gulp, he took a step back, slipping Anubis' hand off his face.

"Is it something about my figure? Do you find me attractive?" Anubis however remarked with a giggle, before she stepped closer to him while placing her hands on his shoulders.

Omar couldn't believe she was consciously making physical contact with him, and that moment he realized she was actually seducing him when her breasts were inching closer to his face. Feeling cornered, he looked up to see Anubis with her coaxing smile, before he finally answered by nodding his head.

Her smile widened, whilst her eyes sparkled with an excited expression asshe pushed him down into the settee. Omar watched her boobs jiggleas she leaned them down to eye level, which made his breath get caught in his throat.

"Is this what you're wishing for? You want a taste of my luscious body?" She teased him while lifting his chin with her finger.

Omar went speechless, completely stunned as he processed what Anubis just suggested. Truth be told he had the impure desire to make that kind of wish. However, his perplexing reaction didn't allow him to confess, instead he could only answer her question with another question.