Originally Submitted to FurAffinity.net on January 25th, 2010 11:51 PM.
He was dragged before her, not knowing why, his ankh burned in his chest, the same Ankh that she held in her hand. He had been branded as hers a long time ago, but he had been in waiting for this day. The question now was "Will I truly be her slave?" The goddess looked down at him, giving him a smile. Her fingers swept through his hair. "Very nice," she whispered, smiling, "He will do perfectly."