His mortal body was still young to be appreciating those of the opposite sex quite yet, however he couldn’t deny Nephthys’ innate beauty. Only enhanced by the delicate decorations that graced her form. Thoth watched, still and stoic with his long legs held firmly beneath him and his long whip like tail swaying at his heels. She held herself like the pharaoh, and as she drew more near to him he fought the urge to bow.
She uttered their brother’s names softly, taking them and giving him nothing as she stopped and drew him back into her powerful gaze. Thoth felt like she had been a hunter this whole time, and as she slipped in closer the tighter her grasp became. She seemed nothing but pleased to meet him as she let her hips settle to the ground. The goddess already seemed at ease in his presence, not that the boy was a threat physically. He was tall, but no fighter.
”The pleasure is mine,” his deepening voice slipped past his golden touched lips. Alabaster form mirroring her movements as he let his haunches coil beneath him. His long golden gilded tail wrapped neatly around his paws as she gave him the news of their father. He had been defeated, and Nephthys was the rightful pharaoh. He felt himself straighten instinctively before lowering his head to shoulder height, finally allowing himself to lower for her greatness.
”Paraoh.” He muttered through hushed vocals as his gold tipped ears pressed to his skull and he waited to be released from his submissive poosition.
