Heart of the Oasis
Copyright© 2026 by Snekguy
Chapter 8: Lady of the East
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8: Lady of the East - 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!” the high priest exclaimed, the sound of his staff clicking on the marble preceding him as he walked into the atrium. “It is good to see you within these halls. It has been a generation since Lady Anput has hosted a feast!”
The priests were not far behind him, forming a procession that trailed all the way down the hallway, each man carrying a large basket filled with food and drink in his arms. Their heads were on a swivel, and their eyes were wide, having never entered Anput’s residence before. The Hem-Netjer of the temple were the only people who had undergone the necessary rites of purification to set foot in such a place. Servants and attendants might be a common sight in Taweret’s residence, but the same could not be said for this one.
“Welcome, High Priest,” Merit replied with a respectful bow. “Indeed, it is quite the occasion.”
“I assume that the Goddess has retired to her chambers?” the high priest asked, glancing down the leftmost hallway. The doorway to the bedchamber had been covered by a curtain, sealing it off from the remainder of the residence.
“She is keeping to herself at this time,” Merit replied with a glance at the wide-eyed priests. “Reading, I believe.”
“Yes, I know well that she does not care much for the company of mortals,” the high priest conceded. “Set the food on the counters in the room directly ahead of you!” he added with a bark, spurring the priests into motion. They began to hurry past the pair as Merit and the high priest stepped aside to talk without being overheard. “I must say, Merit. Your efforts with the Goddess have been bearing fruit. Keep it up. I have never seen her in such high spirits.”
“I am merely serving her and seeing to her needs to the best of my abilities, High Priest.”
“It has reinvigorated this old man to see Lady Anput leaving her temple and hosting feasts again,” he continued, watching the line of priests walk past. Merit spotted Nakht among them, his friend giving him a knowing smile. “Believe it or not, it is only from reading the records left by my predecessors that I know things were ever different. I feared that she might spend the remainder of her days, or rather the remainder of my days, cooped up inside her quarters.”
“I am glad, truly,” Merit replied. “You have served her faithfully for so many decades. It is a reward justly earned.”
“I will not ask you to divulge any information that the Goddess herself does not volunteer,” the high priest continued, giving Merit a sideways glance that seemed almost suspicious. “Her secrets are hers to keep. Whatever services you may be providing, she is happy, and that is all that matters. Keep it that way.”
“May I ask a question of you, High Priest?”
“I will answer if it is permitted, yes.”
“It is through you that Lady Anput first summoned me. Before then, you were her sole confidante. May I ask what was said, and what her intentions were? Your words surrounding the subject have always been cryptic.”
“Lady Anput did not tell me why she wanted you, or what her intentions were,” the high priest replied as he turned his eyes back to the priests. They were returning from the dining hall with empty hands now, filing back down the corridor. “I was not instructed to keep it a secret, but it was understood that you were to be evaluated, and that I should not interfere.”
“She asked for me by name?”
“No,” he replied with a shake of his bald head. “Lady Anput asked me to choose the most dedicated, most studious, and most knowledgeable of my Hem-Netjer for a special assignment.”
“I am surprised to hear that I was your first choice.”
“You are humble, Merit,” the high priest replied with a smile. “And also wrong. There was one more stipulation from Lady Anput. My chosen priest must be bold.”
“Bold?” Merit asked, furrowing his brow. “Forgive me, High Priest, but in what way am I bold?”
“Well, there are only two Hem-Netjer in my temple who believe they can shirk their duties to chat without me finding out, and one of them is named Nakht.”
“Fair enough,” Merit conceded, his cheeks starting to warm.
“It seems that she has entrusted the feast to you this day,” the high priest continued. “It is quite the responsibility, being the sole attendant to serve her guests. Do you have any questions? Do you know what is expected of you?”
“I believe so, High Priest. I’m sorry,” he added, giving his superior another bow. “I hope that I am not depriving you of this important moment. You have waited a lifetime for Anput to host a feast like this.”
“Not at all,” he chuckled. “I am an old man now, Merit. My mind is still sharp, but the last thing I need to be doing is standing beside a table for hours or carrying heavy jars of wine. No, this is your moment. Do not let our Lady down.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, High Priest,” he replied. “I wondered if you knew who was attending the feast?” Merit added.
“Anput has not told you?”
“She has not, High Priest. I had hoped the mystery guest might be you.”
“Then it is not my place,” he replied, watching the last of the priests scurry out of the atrium. A few of them carried brooms, sweeping the marble floor behind them to erase even their footprints. “It is Lady Anput’s wish that we vacate the premises before her guest arrives. Good luck to you, Merit.”
“High Priest,” he replied with a bow. He watched the old man walk away, and only after the main doors had closed did the curtain covering the bedchamber open, Anput emerging from behind it.
“All of the food for the feast has been delivered, my Lady,” Merit began as she strode over to his side. “I cleaned the atrium and the dining hall thoroughly prior to their arrival, and while I’m sure the priests left no trace, I shall give it one last look over before your guests arrive.”
“Very good,” she said with a nod.
It was hard to even meet her gaze now without visions of what they had done together flashing in his mind’s eye, his heart swelling at the very sight of her, but he kept his composure. He would not fail this test.
“Our guest should be arriving within the hour,” she continued, glancing in the direction of the dining hall. “Ensure that our best wine is ready and waiting, along with something toothsome to start the meal. She is particularly fond of fish. We will need incense, too. Fetch some myrrh.”
Knowing better than to press his mistress further, he got to work, moving a few wine jars and select dishes from the counters at the back of the hall to the marble table. He left briefly to get some incense from the bath house, its fragrance quickly filling the dining hall. Anput had referred to the guest as a singular female, and he wondered whether Taweret might be paying them a visit, but there wasn’t nearly enough food for the hippo Goddess. Someone else, perhaps? A visiting dignitary, or perhaps a minister? A wealthy widow in search of guidance? A feast hardly seemed appropriate for a dour occasion such as that.
He had cleaned the room thoroughly, and after the nefer they had shared, there should be no trace of their sordid activities. Still, it filled him with an odd kind of agitation to think that his face had been buried between her thighs here only hours prior, as if a visitor might somehow intuit it. Anput entered the hall to peruse the spread of food as Merit stood to attention nearby, and her lack of comment told him that she approved. It seemed that everything was in order.
The sound of the massive gold-plated doors opening announced her guest’s arrival, and she marched out into the atrium to meet them, Merit hurrying along beside her. Striding down the hallway from the direction of the entrance was a tall, lithe figure. At a glance, he could tell that this was a Goddess due to her stature, her features coming into focus as she neared.
Just like his mistress, she was far taller and broader than any mortal man, standing at a little under eight feet. She was leaner and more athletic in her build than Anput, with wiry muscle visible in her thighs and her taut belly, shifting beneath her black fur as she walked. Where his mistress had wide hips and an ample chest, this deity was slender, graceful, and light on her paw-like feet. Her far more modest assets were scarcely concealed beneath a sling of translucent fabric, a linen skirt hanging low from her hips, held up with an ornate belt of gold and jewels. She wore the customary necklaces, and her hair was braided with beads, framing a distinctly feline face. He knew this Goddess – it was Bastet, Merit’s gaze quickly seeking out the floor before her golden eyes could find it.
“Bastet!” Anput declared in greeting, her arms spread wide. “It has been too long, my old friend! Welcome.”
“Anput,” Bastet replied warmly, her paw pads not even making a sound on the marble as she approached. Merit could hear nothing but the clinking of her jewelry as her belt and necklaces shifted. “It has indeed been too long. When Taweret sent word to me that you had emerged from your temple, I questioned whether she had been delivered a batch of bad wine. Now, I see that it was true. It is good to see you again.”
Bastet’s voice was almost as quiet as her footsteps – a whisper, like the sound of a breeze rustling through the reeds. Despite her grace, every step that she took radiated strength, all of that brawn rippling beneath her lustrous coat. The desire to examine her in more detail was treacherous, and Merit kept his eyes low. She might be restrained now, but her reputation as a fierce warrior preceded her. Bastet was a daughter of Ra, and a protector of the realm, embodying the power of the lioness as one of her many roles and titles. She might not be as permissive as Taweret when it came to protocol, and he would do well to watch his manners and keep his tongue behind his teeth.
“I imagined that Taweret would bend your ear before I did,” Anput chuckled. “It was a joy to catch up with her and learn more of the Kingdom’s goings on in my absence. She is not wrong to say that I have been neglectful of my social obligations these last decades. Perhaps it is time for me to lift my head above the water once again.”
“Perhaps we could all do with reaffirming our bonds,” Bastet purred, pausing as she seemed to notice Merit for the first time. “And what is this, Anput? I do not recall you being fond of mortal company. Has another change of heart come over you?”
“This is Meritamun,” Anput explained, stepping aside so that he was no longer in her shadow. “He is my new attendant.”
“Attendant?” Bastet repeated, her curiosity and amusement apparent in her tone. She glided across the marble, her paws spreading out to distribute her weight with each step, her long tail lagging behind her as she circled him. He felt like a gazelle under the unwavering eyes of a lion, and that might not be far from the truth. “Unlike Taweret and her army of servants, it seems that you favor just one.”
“Better a competent attendant who understands my needs intimately than a faceless horde who require constant instruction,” Anput confirmed. “I believe he may surprise you.”
“He already has,” she replied, finishing her lap around him and coming to a stop in front of the pair. “You may speak, attendant.”
“I am honored to be in your presence, O Lady Bastet,” he replied nervously. “Protector of households and guardian of sacred cats. I am here to serve my mistress and all those under her roof in all things, and I make myself at your disposal.”
“Polite,” she mused, glancing to Anput. “He is of Hem-Netjer stock, I presume?”
“Recently, yes,” she replied. “He is undergoing new training to better fill his new position.”
“Is that Kyphi I smell?” Bastest asked, Merit feeling her lean closer as she sniffed the air audibly. “You spoil your servants, Anput, using such fineries on them.”
“Is it not fun to indulge them sometimes?” she chimed in reply. Merit couldn’t help but remember what Taweret had said about Bastet during their visit – how she had described the feline Goddess as a lush, proclaiming that any man in the Kingdom would have cut off his right hand to spend a night with her. Her past was no mystery to Anput, clearly.
“Indeed,” Bastet conceded.
“Who created Kyphi, Merit?” Anput suddenly demanded.
“She stands before us, my Lady,” he replied without pause. “O Bastet, Goddess of ointments and perfumes, nurturer of the body and spirit.”
“Studious,” Bastet said, apparently amused. Even her words were restrained and precisely chosen, as though not wanting to waste a breath. “Come, young Meritamun. Your mistress has promised me a feast.”
“This way, my Ladies,” he replied as he turned to lead them into the dining hall. Without lifting his eyes from the floor, he led the Goddesses to the table and seated them – Anput at its head, and Bastet at her left hand.
“You will have to look upon me if you are to serve me my meal, attendant,” Bastet declared as she adjusted her weight in the lavish chair.
It was permission enough, and he lifted his eyes to see her staring back at him with pupils the same molten, reflective gold as his mistress. Perhaps that was true of all immortals, their very veins running with gilded blood. Her fur was the same black color as Anput’s, with the same luster, shining beneath the evening sun that filtered in through the high windows. Her countenance was that of a lioness, but her eyes were bright with intelligence, and her dark lips moved as she spoke.
“Better,” she purred. “I shall have you know, Anput,” she began as she turned to address her host. “I am loath to leave my cats, but I could not bring myself to refuse such an unexpected invitation. What, pray tell, has spurred this sudden sociable streak?”
“I believe that we all go through phases in our lives,” Anput replied. Merit was already at work lifting one of the heavy earthen jars of wine and filling the cups, trying to make himself useful while being as unobtrusive as possible. In this setting, Anput would want him to perform his duties with silent efficiency, and without the need for instruction. The best servants went unnoticed.
“And this is a new phase for you?” Bastet asked, lifting her cup almost the moment that Merit had finished filling it. She took a long drink, then placed the vessel back on the marble. “Your wine remains without peer in the Kingdom, Anput.”
“My vineyards have always been a source of pride for my temple,” she replied, raising her own cup in response. “After our more ... colorful earlier years, I have found that retreating from public life has allowed me to center myself and better appreciate the small pleasures.”
“Not all of us can be as vivacious as Taweret,” Bastet confirmed with a nod. “Sometimes, I envy her ability to maintain such a consistent level of interest and enthusiasm.”
“She tells me that you have also taken on a more private role lately,” Anput continued. “Tending to the Kingdom’s cats, I hear.”
“I am their patron deity,” she confirmed. “They are protectors of homes, and through them, my influence spreads.”
It was an interesting way of operating. Bastet was the Goddess of the home and of domestic life, and protecting the household was her domain. Cats were sacred animals, and they were directly linked to her, as though every home with a cat was under her watchful eye in some small way. It was said that taking in a cat and caring for it was a sure way to earn her blessings.
“An admirable means of serving the people,” Anput replied. “It was hard for me to imagine you living a quiet and secluded life, Bastet. I still remember how you used to dance and make merry with us.”
“That was a long time ago,” the feline Goddess replied evasively. “Perhaps, as you say, I have entered a new phase of my life. Just as the moon’s faces change throughout the month, it is true that we cannot remain static. Especially being so long-lived.”
“I find it difficult to believe that you do not keep in contact with mortals at all,” Anput continued, glancing at Merit as he began to serve the first course. Unlike during Taweret’s feast, the myriad dishes were not all laid out upon the table in great heaps, but waiting in baskets on counters at the back of the room. His task would be to bring the appropriate foods at the right times. “What of your cults? Do they still worship you, or has their enthusiasm waned in your absence?”
“Should we be speaking of such things in present company?” Bastet asked, giving Merit a suspicious look. She was more guarded than Taweret had been.
“You need not worry about Merit,” Anput said with a reassuring smile. “He sees what I see and hears what I hear. You can trust him just as you trust me. Our words will not leave this hall through his lips.”
“Then, the boy is not here simply to pour wine and wash your back,” Bastet mused as she appraised him in a new light. “Taweret told me that you had visited with a mortal in your company, and I had all but dismissed it as gossip until I saw him for myself.”
“She does like to gossip,” Anput chuckled. “As I said, I prefer quality over quantity when it comes to the company I keep. Merit is being trained to serve me in all the ways I require, from assisting me in my sacred nefer, to attending official functions. I have even been teaching him to play Senet for my amusement,” she added as she gave him a smile. It took all of his willpower to prevent his cheeks from flushing as the memories came flooding back with the force of the river breaking its banks.
“There is something to be said for molding a mortal like clay to suit your needs,” Bastet conceded.
Merit walked over and placed a plate in front of her, wisps of steam rising from the pale meat.
“And what’s this?” she asked, perhaps more curious to hear his response than anything.
“This is qaroush grilled over an open flame and seasoned with sumac and garlic,” he began. “This seman was sourced from the sacred river and has been stuffed with onions and cumin. They represent some of the finest fish dishes available in the Kingdom, my Lady. I am certain that they have been prepared with the utmost care.”
“You know your cuisine,” Bastet said, her feline nose twitching as she took in the scent of the fish. “Did you teach him this, Anput? Is he also to become your personal cook?”
“I should think that Taweret had more of a hand in his teaching than I did,” his mistress laughed, clearly impressed. Even during the feast, he had been taking careful notes, committing what he saw to memory just as he did when studying the constellations or mathematics. Anput hadn’t involved him in planning the meal, so he had to identify each dish by eye.
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