Heart of the Oasis
Copyright© 2026 by Snekguy
Chapter 6: Morning Nefer
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6: Morning Nefer - The priest Meritamun spends his days performing religious duties and maintaining the temple in which he lives, content in a humble life serving the Gods. His routine is turned on its head when he receives a summons from Anput – the living Goddess of death, and the consort of Anubis. He has been chosen to become her personal attendant, but why, he cannot say. His new role will require him to unlearn many of his assumptions about the Gods, and to open himself up to serving his deity in new ways.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Historical Furry Magic Exhibitionism First Massage Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size Royalty
Merit felt his excitement grow with each step he took towards the temple, its familiar walls rising up ahead of him. It was no small miracle that he’d been able to get some sleep the night before, so preoccupied had he been with thoughts of Anput. He longed to see her again, even a few hours apart now feeling like an eternity. Still, she had wanted to teach him patience, and he did not intend to disappoint her.
He entered the courtyard, the sight of the oasis making his heart skip a beat, the vivid memories of the night before impossible to suppress. It was such a normal day, the other priests already beginning their duties, tending to the flowers and sweeping the floors. He wondered what he might tell Nakht if he came across his friend. He was sworn to secrecy about what he had truly been doing with Anput, and there wasn’t much that he could share, but Nakht had all but guessed the Goddess’ intentions already. He might be able to discern more if Merit didn’t make an effort to stop looking as happy as he felt.
The high priest got to him first, Merit greeting his superior with a low bow.
“High Priest,” he began. “Good morning.”
“I trust that your outing yesterday with Lady Anput was productive?” he asked, walking Merit into the temple’s atrium. It was filled with his fellow priests, already bathing the golden statues, the sound of the high priest’s staff echoing off the marble floor. “It has been a very long time since she has asked me to organize such a trip on her behalf.”
Merit had been right, then. Anput must have given travel instructions to the high priest, and he had seen that everything went smoothly, likely in coordination with Taweret’s high priest.
“Yes, High Priest,” Merit replied. “It was very illuminating. I learned a lot about how such travel is conducted, and I was honored to be able to meet Lady Taweret. She was most impressive in her wisdom and her ... appetites.”
“Very good,” the high priest said, giving Merit an approving pat on the back. “You should learn as much about how to serve Lady Anput as you can. There is much that goes on unseen to keep the temple complex running smoothly. Contact must be maintained with other temples and the representatives of other Gods, messages must be sent, and arrangements made. You have seen some of the complexities of managing farming, vineyards, and trade. Time must be kept, rituals observed, and we must always be available to deal with any problems that arise.”
“Of course, High Priest,” Merit replied. “I know that your responsibilities encompass all of the duties of the temple staff working beneath you. This is perhaps the first time I have begun to truly appreciate what that entails.”
“Then, there is seeing to the Goddess’ needs,” he added. “Food, clothing, jewelry, furniture, nefer supplies, fineries imported from afar. Anything she desires, I must have a means to obtain, and that is not always a simple prospect.”
“Has she summoned me this morning, High Priest?” Merit asked with a little more enthusiasm than he had intended.
“She has indeed,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “More than that, she has given you leave to come and go from her quarters as you please. A rare privilege, to be sure.”
“Really?” Merit asked.
“Whatever you have been doing, she seems happier than I have seen her in many years,” the high priest confirmed with a nod. “It is a relief, in a way. She has always enjoyed her solitude, and it makes me glad to see her involving herself in Kingdom affairs again.”
The high priest seemed so old from Merit’s perspective, but he might only have served in that capacity for fifty, perhaps sixty years. That was a blink of an eye for Anput, and he might know little of her prior life – how social and outgoing she had once been. It was ancient history now.
“My Lady’s happiness remains my only priority,” Merit replied.
“Good,” he said with another nod. “Her breakfast is waiting in its usual place. She will be expecting you.”
As was becoming his new routine, Merit lifted the basket of food from its place at the altar and unsealed the doors, carrying it inside. He searched for Anput on his way to the dining hall, trying to keep his composure, but she didn’t seem to be in her bed. Once he had set it down on the table, he heard the siren call of her voice echo through the marble halls.
“In here, Merit!”
He followed the sound to the bathhouse, and at the end of the corridor, he was met with a wall of obscuring steam. It seemed that Anput had heated her own stones and warmed her own bath today. It was so thick that he could barely see a few paces in front of him.
“My Lady?” he asked. “Are you in here?”
“Over here,” she giggled, prompting him to follow her voice.
As soon as he neared the edge of the pool, a long, dark arm reached from the billowing mist to grab his hand. He was pulled into the hot water with a splash, surfacing to find Anput’s grinning face peering down at him. She draped a furry arm around his shoulders, her breasts squashing against his chest through her bead dress, her soft flesh bulging through the mesh. She backed him up against the side of the pool before he could utter so much as a good morning, leaning down to press her lips against his.
Merit was treated to another one of her deep, doting kisses, the Goddess doing indescribable things with her tongue that sent his head spinning. The water was almost uncomfortably hot – just the way she liked it – but he was quickly acclimating to it. It made her wet fur feel even warmer, and without reservation, he let his hands delve into the meat of her wide hips. He slid one of them up to her waist, taking a handful of her plush fat, her body irresistible to the touch. The thick steam made it so that he could hardly make out anything other than her dark shape, enveloping them both as they embraced.
“Good morning,” she cooed, breaking away to admire his stunned expression.
“G-good morning, my Lady,” he stammered. “I ... I see that you have already begun your morning nefer.”
“I awoke early today,” she replied with a smirk. “I thought I might surprise you.”
“Consider me surprised,” he replied, the Goddess covering her snout with a demure hand as she giggled.
“Did you dream of me?” she demanded, her golden eyes suddenly growing intense.
“I could scarcely sleep, my Lady,” he replied as he lifted his head to meet her gaze. “Thoughts of what happened in the oasis have not left my mind.”
“I would have it no other way,” she replied, her amorous chuckling making her bust quiver against his chest. “I’m sure that you already bathed before setting foot in the temple, but my purity is your priestly responsibility now. I expect you to see to my needs.”
“I shall fetch the soaps and perfumes.”
“Good boy,” she purred, taking a step back and freeing him from her bosom.
He followed the edge of the pool to the steps and climbed out, knowing which direction the shelves were now that he had his bearings again. Anput really did like it hot – there were still a few stones glowing in the clay oven.
“The high priest tells me that you have given me leave to enter your quarters without a summons, my Lady,” he began as he selected the usual oils and washes. “This is a great honor.”
“I mean for this place to become your home,” she replied. “One does not need to ask permission to come and go from his own home, does he?”
“My Lady...”
“No, I do not speak in metaphor,” she chuckled from beyond the steam. “My consort needs not sleep in a mud brick hut on a reed mat. Unless that is his wish, of course. I do not pretend to speak for you.”
“Am I to have my own quarters in the temple?” he asked as he returned to the water’s edge with an armful of jars.
“If that is your wish,” she replied, watching as he lay them out side by side. “I was more wondering whether you would like to stay here, with me.”
“With you?” he repeated, almost fumbling one of the ornate containers.
“Is my bed not large enough for two?” she asked, smiling warmly at his reaction.
“Certainly, my Lady,” he replied. “It is a most grand and impressive bed. I was just not expecting such an invitation. You would ... not grow bored of me, I hope, were we to spend so much time together.”
“Merit,” she chided, her tone reassuring. “Have you not realized by now that you are the most entertaining part of my life?”
“I should not question you, my Lady,” he said with a bow of his head.
“A priest should not question his Goddess, but a consort may speak his mind freely,” she replied as she waded to the edge of the pool. “If cohabitation does not suit you, I expect you to tell me so, but I believe that you shall find it quite a pleasant change of circumstance.”
“Each day you bestow upon me greater and greater honors, my Lady,” he said.
“If you’re going to fawn over me so, then come wash my hair,” she said with a grin. She put her back to the edge of the pool and lifted her heavy braids over her shoulders, prompting him to sit behind her on the cool stone with his legs crossed. “Do you remember the techniques I taught you last night? Honestly, I would forgive you if you required a few reminders, considering what transpired after.”
“Yes, my Lady,” he replied with a chuckle. “I did not forget, despite... that.”
“It is nice to hear you laugh,” she said, glancing back at him. “In time, you shall grow comfortable enough that you can relax in my presence.”
“There was a time not so long ago when I dared not look upon you,” he replied, taking one of her braids in his hand and starting to unfasten the weighty jewelry at its end. “When the idea of speaking to you seemed almost blasphemous.”
“See?” she asked, giving him another sly look as he pried the beads from her hair. “One must sometimes be exposed to the thing they fear to gain mastery over it. You are already growing comfortable touching me, kissing me...”
“Then, more exposure shall only benefit me, my Lady.”
“Indeed,” she giggled. “I shall have to see to it that you are properly acclimated. That feels so nice,” she added, leaning back a little as he combed his fingers through her hair in an attempt to straighten it. He moved to the next braid, starting the process over. “Of all the luxuries that a Goddess can enjoy, having someone who knows well how to care for her hair must be among the chiefest.”
She relaxed in the water as Merit went through the process of straightening all of her braids, cleansing her hair with the honey and beeswax solution, running the silver comb through the shining strands. He applied the clay wash, then used a bowl to reach into the pool, pouring water over her head to rinse it out. Now shining like silk, he braided it again, using the beads and jewelry to hold it all together tightly.
“Very good,” she said, reaching up with a hand to inspect it. “You grow more skilled by the day, Merit. I feel as though I am in capable hands.”
“Thank you, my Lady,” he replied.
“Pass me the Kyphi,” she demanded, holding out a hand over her shoulder. He did as she asked, handing her the ornate, blue bottle. She turned in the water, facing him now, his sitting position at the pool’s edge putting her chest at waist height and her golden eyes almost level with his own. “You have always admired my dress, have you not?”
“I have, my Lady,” he replied as he allowed himself to examine the bead garment. As ever, it struggled to contain her assets like a heavy catch in a fishing net, dark fur and soft fat bulging subtly through the gaps in the mesh. “It is ... most becoming.”
“It is barely clothing,” she snickered, reaching up to adjust her bosom and making it wobble conspicuously. “It is easy to wear while bathing, and it is marginally more modest than going naked.” He watched as she upended the bottle of Kyphi, letting the thick, fragrant oil drizzle down onto her fur. It coated the shelf of her bust, seeping down into her cleavage.
“My Lady,” Merit stammered. “Is that not wasteful?”
“Come closer.”
Not certain what she intended, he uncrossed his legs and shuffled nearer to the pool, sitting on its edge and letting his feet sink into the hot water. Anput reached over and began to unfasten his schenti, unraveling the still-damp linen and setting it aside. He was already at half mast, knowing from her sly expression alone that she had some wonderful ordeal in mind for him.
“My Lady,” he began, but she was about to make her intentions clear.
Lifting her breasts with both hands, she waded closer, depositing them in his lap with a tangible thud. He felt their considerable weight come to rest on his thighs, even with the bead dress still supporting them, the scent of her perfume overwhelming him for a moment. Her flesh wobbled as it settled, like a waterskin filled to capacity, the oil that coated her fur glistening as it moved.
Having that soft fur pressed against his member was all it took to have him aching again, his mistress glancing down and wetting her lips like a hungry jackal. She took his shaft in her hand, her touch making him shiver, and angled it towards her bosom. The holes in her bead dress were just large enough to let him pass through, though it was a tight fit, the beads sliding down his length and gripping his base. He felt as if he might become stuck if he swelled any larger.
Beyond the mesh was hot, wet fur, practically steaming from its time in the water. Anput slid him deep into her cleavage, her breasts bearing down on him within the confines of the dress. The garment held them together tightly, their considerable weight squashing them together, enveloping his entire length in pillowy flesh. He couldn’t even see his manhood anymore – it was completely buried beneath her dark fur. As she adjusted her position, making her bosom sway, he felt something cool and slick touch his glans.
It was the Kyphi – the opulent, oily substance seeping its way deeper into her bust and coating her velvet coat in a slippery layer. As she pushed her shoulders forwards, making her breasts rock against his belly, he felt more of the perfume make its way down to glaze his skin.
“You have not been subtle in admiring my chest,” she snickered, lifting her assets and dropping them again to make them bounce in his lap. The bead dress contained all of their weight, forcing them together, her fat molding around his shaft like wax from a melting candle. It was tight enough to take his breath away, every fine hair stroking his skin.
“Would you admonish me for admiring a work of art that was put on display, my Lady?” he grunted as she shifted her position again.
“You can be audacious when it suits you,” she said, her low chuckling making her bust ripple around his shaft. “I like that.”
She began to rock back and forth slowly, resting her arms on the stone to either side of him, her movements sliding her wet fur against his skin. It only took a few moments before he was lifting his hips in frustration, seeking out more of that enticing pressure, the fragrant oil letting him slide ever deeper. He raised her breasts along with him, making them quiver and bounce, her delicate flesh always in motion. Were it not for the dress straining against their heft, her generous bosom would probably spill across his thighs like someone tearing open a sack of grain. He wouldn’t be at all surprised to see the beads come loose and scatter across the room.
“I like to indulge you,” she cooed, resting her long face in one hand idly as she watched him move. “I like to shower you in the things that you are too afraid to ask for. In time, you shall learn to take such things as you please, and you will understand that I am glad of it.”
“You do not want servile attendants,” he suggested, and she nodded her head.
“Good, you take my words to heart. I have seen how you longed to touch me here, so have your fill. Eat as Taweret would until your hunger is sated.”
Exhaling a growl, he reached down and gathered up her breasts in his hands as best he could manage, fighting against their weight to press them together. He could already feel his arms getting tired, and he marveled at how she could walk around so endowed. It was no wonder that she enjoyed it when he massaged her shoulders. The tighter he gripped them, the deeper his fingers sank, her wet fur slippery enough to escape his grasp. She laughed at his futile efforts, the vibrations that resulted only teasing him further.
“It is flattering, in a way, to watch you wrestle with them so. It bodes well for the future.”
She decided to help him, using her biceps to squeeze her bosom more tightly. He felt her reach behind him, gripping his lower back, pulling him closer so that her flesh was boxed in on all sides. When he looked down now, he could no longer see anything but the mass of dark fur, everything below his waist buried beneath it. When Anput flexed her arms, that pressure grew even more unbearable, forcing a gasp from him.
With their faces level, she was able to lean in and plant a kiss on his neck, letting her teeth graze his skin. She modulated that tightness, taking his breath away with each squeeze, compressing her cushiony breasts around his shaft and letting all of their weight rest on him. She paused for a moment, loosening her grip only long enough to reach for the Kyphi and upend more of it, drizzling the expensive substance into her cleavage with abandon.
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