Anubis' Thief & Immortal Lover

A female egyptian thief/anti-hero named Alariq (blessed with the powers of Anubis, Bast and Isis) and a thousand years old male Greek Hero named Nyx meet. What started as a fight for the artifact became a hot passionate sex between the two

The alley's shadows swallowed Alariq as she taunted, "A Greek hero who can't outmaneuver a thief? How disappointing." Nyx's eyes all but glowed with a thousand years of memories and fierce intent. "A thief who thinks she can steal from the dead? Bold, but foolish." His only warning before he lunged. Without magic, the fight would've been a worthy battle. But blessed as she was, it was anything but even. As Nyx charged, Alariq blazed with Isis's power. The artifact hummed in her hand, absorbing her heat. She could wipe the floor with him any time she wanted, but where would the fun be in that? This dance of hers was as much about the thrill as it was the prize. The chiseled muscles of his chest heaved with breaths that were anything but weary. But the moment Nyx's fingers grazed her skin, there was no time for more games. Anubis's magic surged, an explosion of sensation that sparkled against Nyx's roughness. His eyes burned with the same uncontrollable fire. The artifact forgotten, Alariq pushed Nyx up against the wall of the alley. She grabbed his hands, pressing his wrists right over his head. Close enough to feel his breath on her lips. Alariq reached down to stroke his cock. "You like that, hero?," Alariq whispered before she moaned in pleasure, reveling in his growing arousal. She could feel his heavy dick brush against her cheek, her tongue, her lips. Unmanned. Hard. Rigid. Soon her mouth watered, aching to take in his cock. To taste the salt. To feel him against the back of her throat. Then Bast's power rippled over her, a pulse of arousal that made her pussy drip and her nipples swell. Nyx groaned as Alariq ran the hardness of his cock up and down her breasts, teasing the hard bud of her nipples. "I hate to admit it, but you really are a hero. And I'm willing to let you fuck me to the moon and back. Nyx's teeth gritted as he fought to keep still. But her words released the strain, and he forced his hands down, out of his restraints, to grasp her arms. Alariq's voice came as harsh as a whip. " Guess I'm not in control anymore." She laughed, then bit down on his lips and she felt his spine quiver. With a single stride, she pushed Nyx to the ground, where she rode him, positioned above him, and took in his thick cock. She slid and squeezed him, feeling a surge of pleasure, in every movement.

Alariq let out a gasp as Nyx’s cock filled her, stretching her, forcing her to accommodate his size. She ground down, taking him deeper, her breath hitching with each movement. Nyx’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, controlling her pace. His eyes locked onto hers, a fierce intensity burning within them. "You feel that, thief?" Nyx growled, his voice a low rumble. "This is what a thousand years of battle and lust can do. You think you can handle it?" Alariq smirked, her body already moving in sync with his. "I can handle anything you throw at me, hero. I've faced worse than you." She leaned forward, her hands pressing against his chest, her breasts brushing against his skin. Nyx’s breath hitched as she increased her pace, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm. The alley filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slapping of their bodies. Nyx’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving marks on her skin. “Fuck, Alariq,” Nyx growled, his voice strained. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Alariq laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down Nyx’s spine. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his body tense with restraint. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Good. I want you to remember this until your last breath.” She moved faster, her body slamming down onto his, the pleasure building with each thrust. Nyx’s hands moved to her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine, sending electric shocks through her body. His touch was electric, sparking against her skin, driving her closer to the edge.

Nyx's teeth grazed her earlobe, a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue tracing the edge. "Remember this? I want you screaming my name, thief." Alariq's breath hitched as his hips bucked upwards, driving him deeper. She gasped, her nails digging into his chest. "You think you can make me scream, hero?" He smirked, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing hard. "I know I can." He flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. His thrusts were punishing, each one knocking the air from her lungs. Alariq's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her head thrashed side to side, her hair slick with sweat. "Fuck, Nyx..." His teeth clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "That's it, thief. Say my name." He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Alariq's body arched off the ground, her back screaming in protest. "Nyx! Fuck, Nyx!" Her voice echoed through the alley, a desperate, needy sound. Her pussy clenched around him, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Nyx's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, Alariq," he grunted, his body tensing. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed forward, his forehead resting against hers. His breath was ragged, his body slick with sweat. "You drive me wild, thief," he muttered, his voice hoarse. He pulled out slowly, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched her body shiver in response. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Alariq's chest heaved, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. She glared up at Nyx, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and lust. "Not done with me, huh?" she panted. "You think you can keep up, old man?" Nyx chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Old man? I'll show you old." He grabbed her ankles, flipping her onto her stomach. Alariq yelped, her body sliding across the rough alley floor. She tried to push herself up, but Nyx's hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear, her body already responding to his dominance. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear. His hand slid down her back, tracing the curve of her ass. She shivered, anticipation building in her core. His fingers dipped lower, brushing against her slick folds. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He chuckled again, a soft sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Still so wet for me, thief." Alariq bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers began to circle her clit. His touch was feather-light, teasing, driving her mad with desire. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh. She reached back, trying to grasp him, but he swatted her hand away. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice stern. He moved his hand away from her clit, leaving her feeling empty and aching. She whimpered, pushing her ass up in the air, trying to entice him. He laughed, a low, mocking sound. "Patience, thief. I'll give you what you want. Eventually."

Nyx's palm cracked against Alariq's ass cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet alley. She yelped, more from surprise than pain, her body jolting forward. Her skin flushed pink, the imprint of his hand already visible. He rubbed the spot gently, his touch soothing the slight sting. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his fingers trailing down to her thigh, then back up to her ass. He repeated the gesture, his palm coming down harder this time. Alariq gasped, her fingers clutching at the grimy alley floor. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, against her thigh, throbbing with each smack. Her breath hitched as he landed another blow, this time on her other cheek. She could feel her pussy clenching, her body aching with need. She wanted more, needed more. She pushed her ass higher, presenting herself to him, inviting him to take what he wanted. Nyx growled, his hand coming down in a flurry of smacks, each one harder than the last. Alariq's moans filled the alley, her body writhing beneath his touch. She could feel her orgasm building, her body on the brink of exploding. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, Nyx stopped, his hand stilling on her ass. "Please," Alariq panted, her voice desperate. "Don't stop." Nyx chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not going to stop, thief. I'm just getting started." He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her entrance. She pushed back, trying to impale herself on him, but he held her steady, denying her what she wanted. "Not yet," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "First, I want to taste you." He released her hips, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. She could feel his breath, hot and humid, against her pussy. She shivered, anticipation building in her core. She could feel his tongue, wet and warm, tracing the line of her slit. She gasped, her body jolting at the sudden sensation. He chuckled, a low, mocking sound, before diving in, his tongue licking and sucking, tasting every inch of her. Alariq's moans filled the alley, her body writhing beneath his touch. She could feel her orgasm building, her body on the brink of exploding. She reached back, trying to grab him, try to pull him into her, but he swatted her hand away. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice stern. He moved his tongue away from her clit, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "Please, Nyx," she begged. "Fuck me. I need you inside me." She could see the smirk spread across his face as he moved between her legs. "As you wish, thief," he murmured, his voice a low growl. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her entrance. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto him, impaling her with one swift thrust. She gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. He filled her completely, his cock hitting every nerve ending, every sensitive spot. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one driving her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, her body on the brink of exploding. His hand came down to find her clit, his fingers rubbing in tight, precise circles. "That's it, thief," he growled. "Come for me again. I want to feel you clench around me. I want to feel you milk my cock." His voice was a low rumble, a command she couldn't ignore. Her body responded, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tensing as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed. She collapsed, the alley floor rough and unforgiving beneath her body. She could feel Nyx's weight on her, his breath ragged and heavy in her ear. She could feel the sweat slicking their bodies, the scent of sex heavy in the air. She could feel his cock, softening inside her, his body still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. She could feel his lips, soft and gentle, pressing against her neck, her shoulder, her back. She could feel his hands, strong and sure, tracing the lines of her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, every scar. She could feel his heart, beating in time with hers, a steady rhythm that spoke of life and love and lust. She could feel his soul, entwined with hers, a bond forged in fire and tempered in steel. She could feel his love, a blazing inferno that consumed her, body and soul. And she knew, in that moment, that she was his. Completely and utterly his. And she wouldn't have it any other way.