The hot Egyptian sun beat down on the two goddesses as they strolled through the marketplace of Thebes. Excellia strutted proudly, a small smile of complete self-assurance on her face, enjoying the heat on her bronze skin.
Her companion, Farah, the mother of Queen Opala, was looking around in fascination. Excellia's divine power cloaked them in nondescription, made eyes slide away; Farah was used to being adored and fawned over every time she left the palace, and seeing the markets in their usual hustle and bustle was delightful. She loved her people, and she loved watching them go about their business; she had been a commoner once herself, long ago, and she did not look down on them.
“What brought you to Thebes?” she asked the minotaur queen as they walked.
“My dear colleague Hathor needed a break,” Excellia replied absently, making a symbol in the air with her left hand. A man who had been slumped down, dejected, suddenly stood straight, his pants tenting, and strode off to claim the girl he'd been pining for. The cow woman grinned.
“It's exhausting, being a fertility goddess,” she continued. Farah looked past her where the man had disappeared. There were breathy moans and the creak of a well-used bed coming from the doorway he'd entered. The queen mother suppressed a laugh.
“As to what brought me to Thebes specifically?” the goddess said, pulling Farah close and giving her a deep, wet kiss. “Well, I wanted to meet you.”
Farah giggled, nestling in closer to the cow woman, her huge breasts pressing against Excellia's glorious body. “You flatter me,” she purred, kissing Excellia's cheek. “An older woman like myself...”
Excellia turned a burning, lustful gaze on the queen mother that made her gulp and her pussy moisten instantly. “You are a worthy companion for a divine bed,” the minotaur queen said, swatting Farah playfully on the ass.
The Egyptian beauty smiled and wiggled her plush rump. A sound from around a corner made her cock her head to one side. “Excellia? Do you hear that?”
The goddess stretched, silks shifting over her holy breasts. “Yes indeed!” she said. “Someone's enjoying a blessing. Want to watch?”
“Yes I do!” Farah said emphatically.
As they stepped around the corner, the sexy Egyptian mother clapped her hand to her mouth to stifle a surprised cry.
There was a pretty young woman bent over a fence, her mouth hanging open and her eyes blank and wet with ecstasy. She was naked, and her breasts were magnificent, big and round and beautiful. But that's not what really caught Farah's eye.
A collar with a bell on it, inscribed with the name “Monifa,” hung around her neck, and short cow horns poked through her hair. Her feet were hooves, and a thin cow's tail grew from her shapely backside. A man standing behind her was holding on to that tail and roughly fucking her from behind; another caressed her heavy breasts, tugging on her big nipples to make her milk squirt out into a bucket he held. The cow girl's moans of lust sounded like mooing.
Excellia draped an arm over the wide-eyed queen mother. “She was complaining that no boys liked her because of her tiny tits,” the goddess offered. “So I helped her out. Doesn't she look happy?”
Farah had to admit that yes, she did. There was a line of men behind her waiting their turns, and it was clear that she'd already filled several buckets with milk. “Is she going to be like that forever?”
“Indeed she will, and she'll enjoy it, too!” Excellia promised. “She's going to be pregnant with a fine minotaur son within a week, unless I miss my guess.”
Farah shivered at that. It was a not unpleasant prospect. The thought of new life growing inside you, particularly the strange, perverse thrill of bearing an animal's child, was intensely arousing to her. She'd been blessed by the gods once to become impregnated by a royal stallion, and her equine son now enjoyed the life of a breeding stud in the stables. She blushed at the memory.
The two stood watching for a while, as the new cow girl mooed pleasurably, rutting back against the steady stream of Egyptian cocks. Farah frowned at one of the men, a burly, scarred fellow in tattered soldier's gear.
Excellia cocked an eyebrow at her. “What is is, Farah?”
“That man,” the queen mother said. “His name is Chaths, and he used to be in the palace guard, until he was exiled for meeting for Osira's spies.” The motherly Egyptian sighed sadly, thinking of her wayward oldest daughter. Osira simply could not accept the fact that Opala was queen. “He shouldn't even be in Thebes. He wasn't a traitor, just a bit of a fool, but exile is exile.”
The minotaur goddess smiled slyly. “He looks like a beast,” she said.
Farah blushed. “He is,” she assured her divine companion. “I do miss the way he used to fuck me...” She rubbed her lush bottom. “Chaths was always an ass man.”
The Egyptian MILF giggled and bit one of her knuckles, thinking about the way Chaths used to spread her cheeks and bone her hot little butt. He liked to to take her on her back, with her legs wrapped around him, holding her up so he could fuck her in the ass while looking in her eyes and watching her giant tits jiggling.
Excellia's smile grew wider as she saw Farah's breathing quicken, her nipples stiffen and her body shiver with remembered lust. She stood behind the queen mother, taking her in her arms, and squeezed one magnificent boob. Farah pressed back against her, moaning as the cow woman's right hand slid up under her cotton skirt to cup her juicy pussy.
“I think he deserves a more fitting form, don't you?” the demigoddess purred, and Farah let out a breathy laugh.
“Oh, yes...” she said huskily, her hips rolling against Excellia's intruding finger.
There was a brief shimmer in the air between the two and Chaths, and he stiffened. Well, his body straightened; his cock had already been painfully erect. He snorted, scraping the ground with his left foot. He was next in line for the happily mooing Monifa.
Chaths frowned and scratched his forehead. The skin up there was itching. That was weird. And his feet tingled. Come to think of it, his ass was itching, too, right at the base of his spine. He twitched, his hands curling into fists. He couldn't be having some sort of an attack, not when he was about to get his first piece of ass in weeks!
The big Egyptian grunted, stumbling forwards on one knee. The man behind him nudged his shoulder. “Hey, get a move on, it's your turn!”
Chaths turned and growled, and the man stepped back, holding his hands up. “Hey, buddy, there's something wrong with your face!”
The confused and horny ex-soldier grunted something. His face did feel... odd. And there was a weight on his forehead, like a crown. He heard a ripping sound from his feet and looked down.
Farah laughed delightedly as Chaths stared, bug-eyed, at the big hooves that tore through his sandals, the fur sprouting on his legs. His cotton loincloth twitched aside as a bull's tail poked out above his muscled backside. His already powerful arms bulged more, and his impressive cock grew and swelled, his balls getting commensurately larger.
Chaths felt feverish. His face was swelling, and he could see the shadow of his horns lying on the cow girl's pretty back. He roared, and it came out loud and brassy, the challenge of a bull in the grip of a mating frenzy. His head was full of red mist, and all he could focus on was the lush, fuckable ass of the bovine beauty in front of him.
Excellia snapped her fingers, and Chaths' brand new monster cock was sheathed in glistening oil. In the grip of a new set of bestial urges, he probably wouldn't have remembered to lube himself up, and it wouldn't do for him to completely wreck the lovely cow girl in front of him.
The new minotaur panted, and the cow girl wiggled her rump back at him, moaning with need. Chaths reared up behind her, huge and powerful, and spread her pretty butt cheeks with mighty hands. Monifa gave a startled squeal as his monstrous member poked at her previously un-fucked bottom.
“Will she be... okay?” Farah asked, biting her lower lip as Excellia kept up her delicious stimulation.
“Oh, my cow girls are all built to be downright sluts,” Excellia said huskily. “She's going to love it.”
The quavery cry of orgasmic lust that rose from the anally violated Monifa's throat bore out the demigoddess's prediction. The cow girl bucked back at Chaths' impaling cock, gurgling happily at the rough buttfucking he was giving her.
For his part, Chaths was completely absorbed in penetrating Monifa's tight, hot butt. He roared his pleasure as he held the Egyptian girl's big, jiggling bottom, rocking his hips back and forth as he worked inch after inch of his mighty, divinely-enhanced dick into her ass.
The line of men had broken up, gathering in a circle around Monifa and Chaths, and soon the one who'd spoken with the ex-soldier stepped up, pulling out his own cock. Monifa reached out for him hungrily. Milk splashed into buckets as she happily swallowed him.
He grunted, holding onto her horns as he throat-fucked her, finally shooting his load of seed down her thirsty mouth. She licked her lips and beckoned the next man. Chaths was wholly concentrating on her butt, grunting and growling as he fucked her hard, making her entire body shake as a new line formed to take advantage of the happy cow girl's sweet mouth.
Farah was only half-watching the sexy scene play out. She was distracted by Excellia's attention to her pussy, by the way her curvy hips kept moving of their own accord, sliding her wet womanhood against the goddess's hand. Two of Excellia's fingers were penetrating her, making her quiver, and the Egyptian's clit was sliding with agonizing sweetness of the minotaur queen's palm.
Excellia let out a sultry laugh, her hot breath in Farah's ear, and the queen mother moaned, “I'm coming...” as she tensed against the demigoddess, her nerves sizzling.
In the crowd before them, a cheer went up as Chaths reared his head back and bellowed to the sky, his cock ejecting quarts of sticky sperm into Monifa's randy backside. The cow girl's cry of passion, somewhat muffled by the two dicks sharing her mouth, joined him, and the sweaty but happy pair observing could hear the milk dribbling into buckets.
Farah relaxed, leaning against Excellia's strong body, breathing hard. “I... I think I'm going to have those two brought to the palace,” she decided. “It would be nice to have fresh milk every morning. Not to mention having Chaths' cock back.”
Excellia quirked a grin. “I'm sure your pretty daughter wouldn't mind rescinding her decree of exile, especially if you were willing to share Chaths,” she said. “Now... I have been summoned to a meeting in the temple district in half an hour.”
Farah looked back. “Oh? Who on earth could summon you?” She ran her hands over Excellia's body, admiring the divine power that radiated from her.
“No one on earth,” Excellia said, wagging a finger at the sexy Egyptian mother. The demigoddess was almost trembling with excitement, which made her body move interestingly. “I'm meeting with Apis, the bull god!”
Farah observed her goddess companion with amusement as they walked to Apis' temple. Excellia was, bluntly, as excited as a schoolgirl. She reminded Farah of herself, when she'd first met the Pharaoh, Opala and Osira's father. She had fallen utterly for the handsome, virile monarch and never once regretted it.
It gave her a pleasant thrill to think of that time – she missed her husband, but she knew that he was probably enjoying the charms of goddesses, or the lovely girls who had excitedly volunteered to stock his pyramid. Farah was not by nature given to jealousy; the idea that her Pharaoh might even now have his royal scepter planted between some moaning goddess's asscheeks or be covering a lucky slut's tits with his sperm in Osiris' afterlife kingdom, only made her smile happily.
As they neared the massive stone edifice, though, the queen mother found herself becoming slightly nervous. She had seen Excellia's power herself, and while she had never met Apis, Opala had spoken of him in her capacity as high priestess by default of all Egyptian temples. What had she said? “Virile,” “demanding,” and “scary” were the three words that leapt to mind. She tried to remember the prayers she had heard -
Hail, Apis, renewal of life!
Herald of Ptah, ever-reborn,
Apis twice-fertile, son of Hathor,
Bearer of sun-disc, lord of virility!
Not a great deal of information to be gained there. Farah did remember that Opala had been walking a little funny after giving obeisance to Apis. That made her wonder. It took a whole lot of cock to make her horny daughter walk like that. Farah swallowed audibly.
The gates of Apis' temple were huge, bigger than the palace doors. It had been generations since the god had walked out of them, but they were clearly built with divinity in mind. The doorway was decorated with images of bulls made from stone or bronze, and Farah put a hand over her mouth in appreciation when she ducked to see under them – each one sported two enormous penises. So that's what “twice-fertile” meant... She giggled, and Excellia smacked her gently on her bottom.
The huge doors swung open at a push from Excellia's arm. They walked inside, looking around. Two priestesses appeared, bowing before their queen's mother and the agent of Hathor. “Farah, Mother, and sacred Excellia, be welcome in this temple,” the elder of the two said in hushed, excited tones.
Excellia accepted their worship and raised them to their feet. “He is within?” Her voice was shaky with anticipation. The priestesses nodded and ushered the two forward, towards the entryway's main door. Taking the great handles in her fists, Excellia took a deep breath and glanced at Farah, her eyes gleaming, then opened the door.
Unlike Excellia, Apis did not go in for labyrinths. The entryway opened onto a single vast room, the high walls inscribed top to bottom with hieroglyphics that were so old Farah almost couldn't read them. Two huge lamps burned brightly. But none of these were what the two women looked at.
Apis was seated on a throne in the center of the room. His presence filled the temple, his scent – a mix of incense, spices, and raw masculinity – permeating the air. Farah's knees shook so much she almost fell on her face. The god's aura of strength was incredible. He appeared to her to be simultaneously a bull-headed man about eight feet tall and a giant black bull, the sun suspended between his horns. Her mortal mind couldn't reconcile the paradox. He was eight feet tall, and his horns nearly touched the ceiling – he was eighty feet tall, and his horns almost touched the ceiling. A symbol burned on his forehead, almost too bright to look at – a golden disc between upraised horns.
Farah whimpered and dropped to her knees. Her head was throbbing. She had noticed something of the same duality of nature in Excellia, but in Apis it was hugely stronger. He was not a demigod, not as close to mortals as the minotaur queen. He was of another order altogether. The queen mother pressed her forehead to the cool stone floor in awe and worship.
Excellia's lips pressed hot on her forehead, and suddenly her vertigo passed. Farah blinked and looked back up. Apis was sitting, his great lips curled in a sardonic smile. The matronly Egyptian felt a shiver pass through her. In his aspect as a fertility god, Apis was of course to be praised and supplicated to... but he was still a bull.
“Excellia, divine sister!” His voice filled the room, a resonating wave of sound, and the cow woman knelt, her eager smile gleaming in the lamplight. The vast deity stepped forward, holding out a hand to the demigoddess. Excellia took it in both of hers, bending low to kiss Apis' fingertips and press the back of his hand to her cheek.
Farah inched forward on her knees, uncertain how to proceed. Apis turned his hot gaze on her. “Farah.” The syllables fell like bronze weights in her ears. “Mother of my high priestess, holy Opala.” He stretched his left hand towards her, and Farah thrilled at the divine condescension.
The curvy Egyptian beauty held up trembling fingers, taking the outstretched hand. She marveled at its divine power, the strength locked in sacred sinews. His skin was hot, and when she lowered her head to kiss it, she breathed in the wild, sweet savor of him. It made her heart thud in her chest, made her body burn with need. Fertility gods were fun to be around.
Looking over at her companion, she saw that Excellia had locked eyes with mighty Apis and was slowly sucking one of his fingers into her mouth, nibbling it playfully as if she was sucking his cock. The god laughed, low and almost frightening, and seated himself on his throne, beckoning Excellia and Farah closer.
The minotaur goddess slipped into his lap, nestling close with a sly grin on her face. Farah knelt by his feet, leaning against his muscular calves, looking up in adoration at... well, she was aiming for his face, but halfway up, her gaze was arrested by the two heavy, dangling balls between his legs, and then...
Oh, my.
Despite herself, Farah felt her cheeks get hot as she stared at Apis' two sacred cocks. Excellia was slowly stroking the top one with a bronze foot. They were magnificent, bigger than the queen mother's golden equine toys, massive and pulsing with holy power, curving up to flared tips that shone with the suggestion of precum.
Farah could hardly breathe. What a god! She rested her head against his knee, gazing at his massive deific members.
“So, mother Hathor is taking a vacation,” Apis rumbled, stroking Excellia's hair. She arched her back like a kitten. “You should have presented yourself to me sooner,” he chided the demigoddess, and she pouted.
“Oh, Apis, I'm not used to fertility goddess-ing for such a big country,” Excellia murmured, stroking Apis' broad chest. The bull god's teeth flashed in a smile. “It's a big job. Did you get those sea nymphs I had dear Poseidon send you for your last rebirth?”
“Look in the basin,” he said, pointing to a vast copper bowl set in the ground that neither woman had noticed before. It was full of gently moving water, the waves constantly suggesting swelling breasts, the subtle curve of a hip, or a seductive smile.
Farah licked her lips. She knew the value of relaxation, and the possibilities suggested by that kind of tub were incredible.
“All three of them fit in there?” Excellia asked. Then looked at Apis with smoky eyes. “But I guess you're good at making things fit.” She squeezed his massive upper cock with her smooth feet as she spoke, and the bull god responded with a rough chuckle. One of his muscular arms was draped around Excellia's shoulders, cradling a massive breast. He toyed with the golden ring dangling from the minotaur queen's plump, suckable nipple, making her purr and nestle closer to him.
The Egyptian MILF inched in between Apis' thighs on her knees, drawn by the indescribable aura of divine masculinity that wafted off his skin like a drug. A vein pulsed in her neck as she leaned in to express her devotion.
Her lips pressed against the hot skin of Apis' bulging, cum-filled balls. There was only a thin layer of flesh between the queen mother and the sacred sperm of a god of fertility.
A wave of heat surged through Farah's luscious, curvy body. No human mind could possibly withstand that holy influence. She gasped as her already-horny pussy was suddenly even wetter, the need to be filled, to be fucked full of Apis' more-than-royal seed almost blinding her with its intensity.
Her desperate, broken moan made Apis and Excellia look down. The demigoddess laughed softly at the expression on Farah's face as the sexy Egyptian took Apis' lower prick in her hands and pulled it down to her ready mouth.
The queen mother opened her mouth as wide as she could, and she could still just barely fit the crown of Apis' cock inside. The heat of it made her shudder, and the first trickle of precum over her hungry tongue made her nipples stiffen unbearably. Apis reached down with his heavy left hand, placed it on Farah's long, perfumed black hair, and pressed her closer.
The Egyptian was used to huge cocks – she'd taken more than a few stallions down her royal throat – but a god was something else entirely. Apis' strength forced inch after inch of his gigantic member inside her, and she choked and wriggled, breathing through her nose as best she could. Her eyes watered, sending little streams down over the golden ankhs that decorated her cocoa-dusted face.
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