“Your Holiness, we will go in with you, if you bid us,” one of his servants said with whispered words.
The golden sand was illuminated by their quivering oil lamps, casting warped shadows into the moonless night. He only needed their escort here. The power he would obtain inside would render such mortal needs irrelevant. His most loyal waited around a nearby dune to slaughter them all. Nobody must know he was here.
The great cities where far away, still the Great Tombs of Egypt could be seen. They where built to glorify the countless dead demigods inside. Completely unlike the one he was about to enter. This one was completely buried beneath the sands. There was only one being inside and it was very much alive.
The priest looked over the moonlit entrance to the prison tomb. It was a gaping stone hole in the sand but a little light revealed a bottom not too far down. There where no other entrances or stairs down. This tomb was never meant for access by worshipers like the Great Tombs. What was entombed here was to be forgotten.
He was named Onuphrius, High Priest to the Temple of Amun-Ra. He knew a great many things that where meant to be forgotten.
“Lower me inside and then return to the Temple the exact way we came,” Onuphrius said.
They bowed and handed him the bags he prepared earlier. With looks of apprehension they lowered him down the hole in the sand. The air was cool at the bottom, the light of the stars formed a ghostly pool of light and beyond that was inky and echoing blackness in all directions.
He left the light and entered the darkness.
His lamp allowed him to find a sealed door at knee height. His Priesthood Medallion opened the way, it would be difficult to find a door it would not open. The small entrance relented with the grind of sandstone, though the medallion grew warm with as if under strain. The way forward forced him to crawl on his belly in the sand. It was a small inconvenience compared to the reward that lay beyond.
The tunnel took a downward angle which steepened with every minute of progress. Soon he was sliding, no longer able to stop. Desperately he guarded his lamp from extinguishing. Without it he would blind and helpless.
Then the tunnel became a hole and he fell into a unsettled pile of sand. The light went out and the nebulous dark fell over his eyes, blinding him.
“Do you seek to rob a grave, intruder? Or have you come for me, either in insanity or ignorance,” asked a voice from the eldritch black. The sound was neither feminine or masculine, it wormed at his ears to find a way inside his mind.
He felt ghostly hands caress him as he desperately tried to find his lamp and relight it. His heart leapt in his throat. He did not want to be blind in the dark with the one that was entombed here. The sound of heavy shackles groaned as he tore through the sands in panic.
“Your fear mocks me. I am no danger to you now, close as you are. In my terrible glory certainly, but not down here as I am. Please mortal, do you have something to drink? Perhaps water or wine? I will not trouble you for much, just dip your finger inside and spread it on my tongue”, It begged with what sounded like a smile.
He found the lamp and it burned his hand. The flame was still lit, yet he could not see.
“There is no light in my presence. You are not blind but simply blinded only while with me. Though you will never leave. So blind you will stay,” It cackled dryly.
This must be her! The Forgotten Goddess doomed to obscurity. Kauket the Goddess of Night. No wonder he could not see. Some wall carvings depicted her with a serpent’s head, but how could any know if none could see her face. All such carvings where long destroyed accept for a few saved by her secret followers. Oh how he longer to see her face, now that goal was impossible. Defeat swam through his thoughts and he dropped to his knees. To look upon the face of darkness, what a foolish aspiration.
“Did you wish to see me, mortal? It is not something I can amend for it is my nature. The Abyss cannot be seen, but it can be experienced. Slake my thirst, and touch the face of the Unknowable One. Give me a drink and I will sate your desire for the things unseen by mortal eyes. Be warned: only hunger awaits you in my service, knowledge and wonders yes, but great thirst for both. You may not wish to keep the knowledge I give but I am not so cruel as my kin claim me to be.”
“Y- you where imprisoned unjustly by your kin,” he finally managed to speak, lowering his head to the presence in the dark.
“Already you grope at me for secrets! You will do well in my service. What would you know of my imprisonment? Even I don’t remember how long I’ve been locked away. If you want answers you should ask questions.”
“Where you imprisoned unjustly” he now asked but regretted the question.
He already showed his lack of faith. How would any god take such a doubtful servant?
“The answer to that lies within me. Come, bring the wine.”
He rummaged blindly through sand until he found it. Dusting it off he sloshed it to make sure it was full.
“Oh what a splendid sound! Come mortal, serve me.”
To approach the Goddess of Twilight, it sent chills up his spine. He removed his sandals and cast them aside. The precious jewels adorning them seemingly worthless to him in the nebulous divine presence of his soon to be mistress.
“To my voice now,” She whispered.
He took a step and felt something stringy covering the floor. Another step and a sense of vertigo unbalanced him. He got to his knees and crawled to avoid falling. He felt at the tiny silken threads on the ground. Hair, seemingly without end, the scale of time that must have passed truly daunted him. She told the truth, there where things he didn’t wish to know.
He stopped when he reached stone. There was the sound of great chains moving. Her breath brushed on his face, cool and inviting. He gasped in pleasure.
“Your finger now, coat it in wine,” she breathed on his face.
She was so close he was shivering, the air near her was cooler than the rest of the prison tomb but not cold. It was as if he stood next to a yawing abyss, inviting him to fall. He resisted the urge to let go and placed his first finger inside the cask.
“No, use your longest,” Kauket muttered with need.
Onuphrius switched to his middle finger and tipped the cask to coat it. He withdrew it unsure of how to find her mouth.
She blew a gentle breeze into his face, he inhaled the inviting scent.
Through a satin curtain of hair he followed the breath until he found not the mouth of a snake, but the soft lips of a woman.
They parted and her mouth opened almost impossibly wide. He pressed the wine soaked finger into her tongue. The dry flesh encapsulated his finger with relish. The goddess moaned with relief. She sucked his finger clean of the liquid. He didn’t hesitate and withdrew his now dry finger to dip it again for her. She clamped her teeth down on his finger this time. Greedily sucking with her long tongue. To have a goddess suck his mortal fingers clean caused his cock to swell. His desire for more began to rise.
She took a break from his fingers to breath.
“You take pleasure at my desperation? You should know that I enjoy such things as well. Your hunger. The way you lust for new sensations. Come and touch my face, I would let you feel it.”
Throwing caution to the wind he lifted his free hand to her face while she licked his wine coated finger. To know what the Unknowable One looks like, what greater blessing could exist?
He could not tell what he was touching. The lines of her face contradictory yet seemingly perfect. She had eyes, nose and the usual parts but they where more distinctive than a human. As his fingers moved to areas he had already explored they felt something new. There was always a new detail, a small curve more round or skin softer than he remembered. She must have been beautiful, though the word applied to the faces of women that could be seen. Kauket’s face was truly unexplainable. Her features alluring, teasing his hunger to know them more.
Whoever made her face must be truly selfish at heart, only the creator would ever see such a wondrous ensemble of features. Forcing mortals to use their limited imaginations. They would never truly capture the nebulous beauty of Kauket, Goddess of Night.
He explored further to her eyes, which where wide open and seemingly looking his own features over. No doubt able to see him clearly as day.
Something was bolted into the floor that held her neck in place. By the sound of her straining to suck his finger he could tell her hands where bound to this as well as the stone floor holding her bent over.
Her face bent to his tent “While discovering my own mysteries you seem to have reveled one of your own.”
“I can’t help it. I can’t see you but you feel like the most beautiful woman I’ve never seen. I can’t believe that a mortal could touch the face of a goddess.”
She released his finger to allow him to dip it again, it was beginning to grow sore from her mouth but did not complain.
“Why would we make you and keep you from touching us? Have you ever thought that the gods themselves grow lonely? That we gave you the needs we ourselves have so you could feel them fulfilled? Some of us love more than others and give everything to show it.”
Power unseen swam around him like a fast desert wind.
“Will you go deeper? Or does your hunger for the Unknown stop at my lips?”
“I would go deeper! But how?”
“As you would a dark pool. You test with your finger first.”
Something wet and long ran across his face. It smelled of wine.
“Then you dive for the bottom with your whole being.”
He tore at his robes. Ripping the priestly trappings and jewelry like as if he where covered in filth and wished to be clean again.
What good where such things in the blackness? Only sensations and whispers mattered now. The yawning pit before him was all he desired. He prayed to the abyss that he never reach the bottom.
“Granted,” she whispered back.
He felt his way around her bound body. He would drink from that dark pool before he dove inside.
“Only hunger awaits you,” Kauket murmured.
He didn’t care, he needed the hunger and hungered for the need of her.
He found her ass in the dark and pressed his face inside. He could not smell or taste anything but as he lapped and drank her pussy the dark seeped into his soul, leaving a stronger desire for her body.
“So ravenous! Take more, I have so much more to give you.”
He obeyed and pressed his finger into her ass. She ground herself on his face. Her resonate moans echoing in his mind as he sucked her clit and rolled his tongue over it.
“It’s been so long! To think I would ever feel an eager warm mouth on my pussy. I had given up hope. Do not stop mortal! Give me yourself. Worship my body to free it.”
When Onuphrius heard this he knew what he should do. He lined his hips up with hers. Pressing his cock against the opening of her pussy. She shifted away from him as far as her chains would allow.
“Priest, listen to me. Leave some of yourself outside. You may not be able to find your way back if you go all the way. You would be trapped inside me forever and you may not be welcome there.”
“There is no place I would rather be lost.”
He then he spread her pussy around his cock. The sensation was felt over his entire being. But as he sank all the way, his body froze. It began to move on it’s own, thrusting his hips into her ass involuntarily. Something closed around him and drained something from him. He wasn’t fucking her, he was being devoured. He hadn’t realized his hunger was so great that his body would do this by itself. He could only feel his cock rubbing the supple insides of her pussy.
He pulled out of her gasping in shock.
She moaned in disappointment,” I told you to keep part of yourself free. But you gave me everything. I can’t let you free now.”
The dark pressed at his back. Unseen hands guided his cock inside. He was pushed inside all the way. The hands caressed his whole body, pinching as his nipples and squeezing his balls. He obeyed the hands and worked his cock in an out now. They rewarded his hungry thrusts with more attention.
“More human! Give me more” a voice in the dark roared.
He stood to his feet and grabbed a handful in both hands.
“Like that! Expose it all to me,” Kauket groaned as he sank deeper.
Now he angled his cock down into her. He felt her button and rubbed his cock into it. Below him a chain broke free. She grabbed him with her now freed hand by the balls. He ground against her wet pussy more and the hand squeezed. She swapped her hand from his balls to her clit rubbing them both off.
He couldn’t hold himself back. He wanted to be lost. He drove his cock to the hilt and poured everything he was inside. Strength left him a he fell forward onto her back. His mind seeped out of his head and into her body.
He sank into an abyssal sea with no bottom, he was so grateful.
He was not alone in the depths. He couldn’t see anything but judging by the massive currents the thing displaced he was glad he could not. Perhaps it wouldn’t notice something so small as him being pushed around in it’s wake as it swam. Yet he felt the leviathans eyes on him. How could it see inside the Unknowable One?
*Leave*
He was back inside the tomb again. Lying on the stone. He felt around him and shattered chains and restraints lay everywhere. She was still here though, only she could produce the complete darkness he found himself in. He never should have come here.
He spoke to the dark.
“You told me the truth, the answer did lie within you, mistress. You where guilty.”
“One can only be guilty of a crime. He choose his fate. He loved me and was willing to give everything he was. It seems he did not wish to share his home with you, even the gods can be selfish.”
“You murdered your own husband! And now I am a heretic.”
“Did he seem dead to you? I am no murderer. I am Kauket, Devourer of the Night God.”
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