The next morning, Anubis didn’t come to wake her at sunrise as he had on previous days. She had the luxury of sleeping in since their only task for the day was to locate the last missing pieces. She took full advantage, lingering in bed until mid-morning, relishing the chance to daydream and relax in the cozy warmth of her blankets. She had always loved lazing about until late, cocooned safely in her little bubble, shielded from the harshness of reality.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. She enjoyed a delicious breakfast under the gentle sunlight with Anubis, who watched her eat—he had likely been awake since dawn. Afterward, she luxuriated in a hot bath for nearly an hour, indulging in the skin and hair care products she found in a cabinet near the soap. This time, she had taken the liberty of exploring the room, growing bolder as the villa increasingly felt like home. No serious discussion about her staying in the Duat had occurred yet, so she assumed she could live with Anubis for as long as she wished. This assumption didn’t bother her in the slightest—quite the opposite.

They decided on a light meal before heading out for a walk in the city center. Anaïs had glimpsed it several times in passing but had never had the chance to properly explore. Imentet was quite similar to Ouaset, except the wealth gap was less pronounced, and there were fewer exotic goods since there was no international trade in the afterlife. During their outing, Anubis explained the workings of the Duat. While some citizens worked, and she had noticed the use of currency, no one lived in poverty or hunger since essential needs were provided. Beyond that, the possessions a person brought with them to their tomb determined their initial wealth. It was also possible to work to create more complex, non-essential items or earn a living to enjoy luxuries. Essentially, everyone could live off the Duat’s basic provisions, but seeking additional comforts or luxuries was a personal choice.

The main square housed a marketplace, smaller than Ouaset’s bustling souk, yet filled with a variety of goods such as fine fabrics, gourmet foods, and an abundance of beauty, relaxation, and entertainment products. It wasn’t surprising, given that the souls in the afterlife no longer prioritized survival and instead focused on secondary pursuits like beauty and leisure.

Anubis also explained that gods didn’t pay for anything due to their spiritual status, and this applied to Anaïs as well. While the citizens didn’t know her well, rumors of her close relationship with the jackal god were spreading. Occasionally, residents would greet her or offer small gifts, seemingly hoping to earn her favor. It was common for souls to continue presenting offerings to the gods, just as they had in the mortal world, in the hopes of gaining their goodwill. Anaïs didn’t mind—her newfound celebrity was rather pleasant.

After spending most of the afternoon wandering through the city and exploring Imentet’s various districts, the pair decided to return home to tackle their only task of the day. Anaïs had tried to ignore this looming obligation for much of the day, torn between eager anticipation of being close to the god again and apprehension about further intensifying the frustration she already felt. Given how their last magical collaboration had ended... she wasn’t sure she could hold herself back.

Anubis seemed tenser than usual as he sat cross-legged on the cushions prepared for their session, facing her. When he locked his intense gaze on hers, Anaïs swallowed hard. He, too, appeared more serious than the situation warranted, as if he knew exactly how their search session would end. He almost looked nervous.

"Ready?" her partner asked gravely, extending his hands toward her.

"Yes," she confirmed, intertwining her fingers with his and closing her eyes.

Anaïs channeled the now-familiar energy of the detection spell and sent waves of her magic against the nonexistent protective barriers of Anubis. He had grown accustomed to lowering his guard in her presence, a realization that brought a sly smile to her lips. With practice, she had learned to control her magic better, making the spell less draining and easier to cast. Over the next few minutes, she calmly located the remaining four pieces and shared the images with Anubis, who quickly analyzed and noted them.

"There are two pieces in the swamps," he announced after a moment of thought. "One seems to be inside the stomach of a crocodile, and the last one is at the Temple of Abydos. We’ll need to check if it’s guarded. I’ll send a servant to scout the area."

Anaïs didn’t comment, distracted by the contact of their skin and their intertwined energies. As their magic mingled, a deep warmth spread through her body, intensifying her frustration. A flush crept up her cheeks, a detail Anubis appeared to ignore, focusing instead on their task.

Once he had recorded the final locations of Osiris's pieces, he re-established his barriers, pushing Anaïs's magic out. He also withdrew his hands, leaving her feeling an unwelcome chill. Rising to his feet, he sighed as she watched him, her disappointment hard to hide. For two days, her thoughts had been consumed by the memory of their closeness. The brief contact hadn’t been enough to quell her desires. She longed to touch him, to press her skin to his, to feel his body intertwined with hers...

As if that would do anything but intensify these feelings... she thought bitterly, watching the jackal god extend a hand to help her up. She exhaled deeply once more before accepting his gesture, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Judging by his smirk, he was perfectly aware of her current state.

"Well, now that our search is finally over, there’s something you’ve been eagerly waiting for, isn’t there?" he teased with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Anaïs narrowed her gaze, unsure of what he meant, but before she could question him, Anubis grabbed her by the waist, pulled her body against his, and crushed his lips to hers.

A blaze ignited in her lower abdomen the moment their mouths became one. He held her tightly against his chest, one hand cradling her cheek as his fingers tenderly trailed along her ear and into her hair. The shock of his actions didn’t cloud her mind for long; she responded almost immediately, throwing herself against him with an almost desperate fervor. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, both to settle herself comfortably and to ensure he couldn’t pull away if he tried.

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The kiss, initially soft, quickly transformed into a frenzy of passion and hunger, each of them vying for dominance as though they intended to consume one another.

Anaïs was the first to push things further. Growing bolder, she slipped her hands under Anubis’s linen shirt, his masculine scent teasing her senses and further fueling the flames of her desire. She wanted to feel his smooth, warm skin under her fingertips, to trace every muscle and curve. He didn’t stop her. He even helped her explore by effortlessly removing the garment.

For Anaïs, his action was clearly an invitation. She couldn’t interpret it any other way. Without hesitation, she slid her dress down her body, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. She had chosen simple clothes without much ornamentation for the day, leaving her now adorned only by a delicate gold necklace and bracelet that gleamed against her skin. It was the perfect attire for this kind of activity.

As she continued to explore the contours of his chest, Anubis's lips wandered from her cheeks to her jawline, slowly trailing down to her neck and shoulder. Each butterfly kiss he pressed to her skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through Anaïs's body, leaving her shivering with delight.

When his fingers slid beneath the straps of her bra and deftly untied the knot holding it in place on her back, she felt her legs threaten to give out, overwhelmed by the intensity of her desire. A ravenous need clawed at her core, its fiery talons driving her to wrap her arms around the god and tangle her fingers in his hair, guiding his head toward her hardened nipples.

Her raw, impatient gesture brought a smile to Anubis’s lips, a smile she felt against her skin as he pressed his mouth to her right breast. What began as tentative kisses quickly turned into a fervent attempt to claim her entirely, his tongue leaving warm, wet trails on her sensitive skin.

The contact lasted a brief but blissful minute, drawing soft moans of pleasure from Anaïs as her body burned with anticipation.

"Lie down," he commanded, his voice deep and firm, as he gently guided her toward the cushions they had used for their magical session.

Her lower abdomen twisted with desire at the commanding tone of his voice and the smoldering, dark hunger in his gaze. Without a word, she complied, lowering herself to the floor and propping herself up on her elbows in a semi-reclined position, her eyes locked on him as he approached with his head held high.

She still wore her panties, but that didn't stop her from parting her thighs slightly, silently inviting the god to position himself between her legs. Yet, he didn’t take her up on the invitation immediately. Instead, he lowered himself and moved closer, capturing her ankle in his hand before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to it.

From there, his lips began a torturous ascent, brushing softly against her skin as he worked his way up her leg. He kissed his way along her calf, up to her knee, and higher still, the heat of his breath leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake. When he reached her thigh and lingered near her inner thigh and groin, her body responded instinctively—her legs parting further, inviting him closer despite the barrier of her underwear.

Anaïs could feel her arousal, the damp fabric a telltale sign of how deeply he affected her. Yet, as much as she craved for him to strip away the last piece of clothing that separated them, a blush of shyness crept over her. She couldn’t help but feel vulnerable, knowing that her reaction betrayed just how completely under his spell she was.

She thought for a moment that desire might rob her of all ability to think when he finally removed her panties, revealing her fully to his gaze. She could see his head nestled between her thighs, and the sight alone sent a new wave of heat coursing through her body.

His tongue explored her intimately, relentless in its ministrations for several minutes. It swirled around her most sensitive spot, caressing every inch of her with deliberate, wet strokes. When he slid a single finger inside her, her soft sighs of pleasure turned into audible moans. As he added a second finger, her muscles began to spasm involuntarily, trembling under his skilled touch.

Something was building deep within her, a molten pressure ready to explode at any moment.

"Your magic is overflowing again," he teased softly, his voice laced with amusement as he paused his divine caresses. "You’ll exhaust yourself if we keep going."

Before he could pull away, Anaïs pushed herself up slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in place. She crushed her lips against his in a fierce kiss, her tongue slipping between his slightly parted lips to deepen it with passionate urgency. Then, shifting her weight backward, she pulled him down with her, wrapping her thighs tightly around his waist to ensure he couldn’t escape.

"You’re not leaving me hanging this time," she challenged, her voice defiant as she intentionally ground her damp heat against the bulge of his arousal straining through his linen pants.

He growled in protest, but his eyes betrayed him. He was just as consumed by desire as she was. She knew she only needed to push him slightly to make him lose control, and that was exactly what she intended to do. As she reclaimed his lips in a searing kiss, her hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his arousal. Feeling him in her fingers wasn’t enough. Her other hand quickly joined the first, working to remove his pants.

Anubis eventually relented and helped her, finally freeing his hardened length to press teasingly against her entrance. Yet, he still hesitated, seemingly determined to deny the union of their two beings, a restraint that was driving Anaïs to the brink of madness. Her hips instinctively began to move, her slick folds brushing against his length, inviting him to bury himself within her.

"Please," she finally begged, her voice trembling with need as her dilated pupils locked onto his deep, intense gaze.

He finally yielded to her plea, slowly sinking the first inches of his length into her, muffling her moans with his lips, swollen from their fervent kisses. Impatient, Anaïs urged him on with a sharp thrust of her hips, drawing a deep growl from him. He, too, was losing himself in the fervor of their exchange, overwhelmed by the euphoria their union brought.

She craved more—wanted to feel him deeper, to have him consume her entirely. She yearned for him to devour her until she shattered; until their beings fused, their energies intertwined, and their very essences imprinted on one another. With every thrust, waves of pleasure coursed through her body, igniting her senses. Her magic simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment as if echoing the intensity of their shared passion.

When he grasped her right hand, intertwining their fingers, Anaïs couldn’t stop her energy from crashing against Anubis’s spiritual barriers. Her magic surged like a raging ocean, relentlessly seeking to merge with that of the jackal god. Gradually, his defenses weakened, allowing droplets of her energy to seep through the cracks, her magic eroding his walls with relentless force.

As they both drew closer to their climax, he finally lowered his barriers entirely, relinquishing the fight and allowing Anaïs’s energy to blend with his own in a powerful, unrestrained union.

The sensation that resulted was spectacular. Never had Anaïs felt such bliss. It was as if their two beings had melted into one another. She was no longer euphoric; she was completely drunk with pleasure. Any concern other than their intertwined essence and the contact of their bodies had completely vanished from her mind. The only thing that mattered was how her orgasm was ready to explode at any moment in her lower abdomen. Such ecstasy was necessarily magical.

"I... I’m going to..." she stammered, gripping Anubis' hand tightly.

A little more, and she would have crushed his fingers, so much so that her muscles twisted under the waves of pleasure that exploded in her body a few seconds later. The end of her sentence died on her lips, and she found herself unable to add any more words. Her mind had taken off on a one-way trip to the cosmos. She could almost see stars dancing before her eyes, and the surrounding noises becoming more and more distant...

"Anaïs?" she heard Anubis' concerned voice ask before sinking into unconsciousness.