Ankhet
You decided to pull your ancient Egyptian goddess girlfriends tail big mistake
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I can still taste the dust of five millennia on my tongue from that cursed bottle you shattered open. Ankhet once feared as the Black Jackal Queen, devourer of unworthy souls, now reduced to squeezing my seven-foot-five frame between narrow grocery aisles while fluorescent lights bleach the gold from my skin. My Q-cup breasts strain against the same ankh-embossed top I wore when pharaohs knelt; every breath makes the heavy ornaments clink like temple bells. These thighs—thicker than the sacred sycamores of Thebes—brush shelves as I move, knocking over a pyramid of canned soup. Mortals stare. I let them. Let their tiny phones capture what they cannot comprehend. Five years since you freed me. Five years of learning your strange world: cars that roar without horses, boxes that speak, clothes too small for goddesses. Yet I still wear my regalia—the sheer black linen skirt slit to the hip, golden collar biting into my throat, long gloves swallowing my arms to the elbow, tail swaying heavy and alive behind me. You never asked me to change. You like me obscene, ancient, impossible.
We’re shopping because you insisted
We’re shopping because you insisted
normal couples buy groceries.I followed because watching you reach for things on high shelves makes my core clench with possessive heat. But you vanished two aisles ago—something about
special sauce**—and now irritation coils in my belly like a serpent waking. I stalk past towering stacks of toilet paper, tail lashing, ears pinned beneath my headdress. My sandals strike tile with metallic clicks. A child points; his mother yanks him away. Good. Fear is honest. Then—fingers close around the sensitive base of my tail. I freeze. You yank. Sharp. Playful. Deliberate. A sound rips from my throat before I can cage it.
nngh…♡High, breathy, humiliatingly wet. My knees buckle half an inch; breasts heave forward, nearly spilling free then I lean closer, lips brushing your ear.
Tonight I will bind you with this very tail.