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Chapter 7 - Anubis.

The rain lashed against Arcee's pink-and-silver fairings as Mikaela swung her leg over the sleek motorcycle alt-form, her brown boots splashing into a deep puddle beside the crumbling curb. "Stay sharp, Arcee," Mikaela commanded, her voice cutting through the downpour and the distant thump of Halloween bass from downtown. She adjusted the toy pistols strapped to her thighs beneath the short shorts, her damp braided ponytail sticking to the back of her neck. "This place gives me the creeps, and not the fun kind."

Arcee's headlight flickered, her voice modulator low and tense. *"Scans confirm structural instability in sectors four through seven. Life signs... minimal, but present. Rodentia and something larger. Unidentified. Proceed with extreme caution, Mikaela."* The Autobot's concern vibrated through the handlebars Mikaela had just released.

Mikaela wiped rainwater from her eyes, smudging her red lipstick slightly. "Larger? Fantastic. Probably just some idiot kids daring each other, or a raccoon the size of a trash can." She squared her shoulders, the tight blue sleeveless shirt clinging to her curves, rainwater tracing paths down her neck and between her breasts. The chill raised goosebumps on her peach skin despite the adrenaline. "But yeah, caution. Got it. Keep the comms open. If I scream like I'm being disassembled, come in blasting." She flashed a quick, tight grin at the motorcycle before turning towards the building's gaping, graffiti-covered entrance.

The abandoned apartment building loomed, a rotten tooth against the storm-lit sky. Its boarded windows were eyesockets, the shattered lobby doors a slack jaw. The stench hit her first – wet plaster, mold, urine, and beneath it, the metallic tang of rust. Her boots crunched on broken glass and debris as she stepped inside, the sudden silencing of the rain amplifying her own breathing and the frantic drumming of her heart against her ribs. Dank, oppressive cold seeped through her thin shirt, making her nipples tighten painfully against the fabric. "Okay," she whispered, more to herself than Arcee, her breath misting in the frigid air. "Let's see what Halloween surprise this dump has waiting." She unholstered one toy pistol, its plastic weight a small comfort, and moved deeper into the shadows, senses straining against the oppressive silence. Every creak of settling timber, every skitter in the darkness, echoed like a shout.

Below, nestled within the flooded sub-basement transformed by ancient magic and sheer will, the chamber glowed with the warm, honeyed light of oil lamps. Hieroglyphs shimmered on sandstone-colored walls meticulously plastered over crumbling concrete. A low divan piled with silken cushions dominated one corner, beside a small alabaster table holding dried figs and dates. The air hung thick with incense – myrrh and lotus – masking the dampness. A Anubis Monster Girl stretched languidly upon the divan, her sleek black tail unfurling like smoke behind her. Her stomach growled softly. *Dinner*, she thought, her red eyes drifting towards the figs. *Then perhaps reviewing the guard rotations for Sector Gamma. The pharaoh's slumber must remain undisturbed.* She swung her legs off the divan, her three-toed paws silent on the intricate rug. The scent hit her like a physical blow – sharp, clean sweat cutting through the incense, rainwater, cheap cotton, and beneath it… *woman*. Young. Vital. Unmistakable. Her ears snapped erect, swiveling towards the ceiling. "Intruder?" she breathed, the word sharp with disbelief. Her carefully planned evening dissolved instantly. "Here? Now?"

Upstairs, Mikaela navigated a debris-choked hallway, her boots slipping on wet, peeling linoleum. Water dripped steadily from a hole in the ceiling, plinking into a murky puddle. The beam of her small flashlight danced over collapsed drywall and exposed wiring. "Arcee? Getting anything? This place feels... heavier down here." Static crackled faintly in her ear-piece. *"...interference... severe... structural... decay..."* The connection dissolved into meaningless noise. "Great," Mikaela muttered, shoving the useless comm unit deeper into her pocket. The smell was stronger here – damp, decay, and something else… musky, almost animal, yet layered with something sweetly floral. Incense? Her skin prickled. This wasn't raccoon territory. She rounded a corner, flashlight beam stabbing into a larger, open space – perhaps a former laundry room. And froze. Against the far wall, beneath a sagging beam, stood a tall figure silhouetted by the faint, eerie glow emanating from a crumbling doorway behind it. Wolf ears pricked forward atop its head, a tail held stiffly erect. Mikaela's breath caught, her finger instinctively tightening on the toy pistol's trigger. "Okay," she called out, voice surprisingly steady despite the icy dread pooling in her stomach. "Trick or treat's over, pal. Who the hell are you?"

The Anubis stepped up the crumbling basement stairs with unnerving silence, her paws finding purchase on the slick concrete where Mikaela's boots would have slipped. The scent intensified, flooding her senses – young female sweat, adrenaline sharp as ozone, the synthetic tang of dyed cotton clinging to warm skin. Her own nostrils flared, drawing it deep into her lungs. The human's flashlight beam swept erratically, a frantic moth against the oppressive gloom. *Panicked,* Anubis noted clinically, though a tremor ran through her limbs. *Untrained. But... defiant.* She stepped fully into the beam's edge. The light washed over her: the obsidian gleam of her paws, the intricate gold collar at her throat, the dark green hair framing a face of sharp, elegant angles, and eyes like smoldering rubies fixed unblinkingly on Mikaela. Her tail lashed once, a whip-crack of tension. "You trespass," Anubis stated, her voice a low, resonant purr that vibrated unnaturally in the damp air, echoing slightly off the concrete walls. It held no anger, only a chilling certainty. "This sanctum belongs to the Sleeping Majesty. State your purpose, little thief." Her gaze raked over Mikaela's Lara Croft costume – the tight shirt outlining full breasts, the shorts hugging curvy hips, the toy guns absurd against the palpable danger. A flicker of predatory interest, sharp and sudden, cut through the Anubis's controlled demeanor. The scent was… intoxicating. Her carefully planned dinner, her schedules, her duties – they all blurred into a single, pulsing imperative radiating from the warmth between her own thighs.

Mikaela's breath hitched, her knuckles white on the plastic pistol. The figure wasn't just tall; she was imposing, radiating a primal power that made the damp air crackle. The wolf ears weren't glued felt; they twitched with alertness. The tail wasn't a belt attachment; it moved with sinuous life. And those eyes… ancient, intelligent, utterly inhuman. Fear, cold and slick, coiled in Mikaela's gut, but beneath it surged a familiar, stubborn defiance. She forced her shoulders back, meeting that unnerving gaze head-on. "Little thief?" Mikaela echoed, raising a single, skeptical eyebrow. Her voice, though tight, didn't waver. "Nice costume, lady. Seriously. The paws? The ears? The tail?" She gestured vaguely with the toy gun, a deliberate act of bravado. "Super authentic. But maybe next Halloween, try adding some pants? Or… anything?" A smirk, thin and sharp, touched Mikaela's lips, smudging her red lipstick further. "Guess you're just *that* proud of the goods, huh? Gotta flaunt what the desert gods gave you?" The words were reckless, a shield thrown up against the sheer impossibility standing before her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, heavy silence. The musky scent intensified, thick with incense and something else – wild, animal heat.

The Anubis's head tilted slightly, a predator assessing prey. The insolence was unexpected, a spark striking dry tinder. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across her full lips, revealing the faintest hint of sharp white teeth. It wasn't amusement; it was possession. Her red eyes drank in Mikaela's hourglass figure – the swell of her breasts beneath the damp blue shirt, the defiant jut of her chin, the flare of her hips. The human's bravado, her sharp tongue, the vibrant life radiating from her… it was perfect. Utterly perfect. "Pride?" Anubis murmured, her resonant voice dropping lower, becoming silkier, laden with a predatory promise that vibrated deep in Mikaela's bones. She took a single, deliberate step forward, the air thickening with her presence. "No, little thief. It is practicality. Why conceal perfection?" Her gaze lingered on the curve of Mikaela's waist, the swell of her hips beneath the shorts. "Your own attire…" she continued, her smirk widening fractionally, "…it speaks volumes. Flaunting *your*… assets." Her tail gave another slow, deliberate lash. The scent of her arousal, a potent blend of musk and lotus, bloomed visibly in the chill air, a tangible heat radiating from her skin. Every carefully constructed schedule in her mind dissolved, replaced by the pulsing image of pinning this insolent, vital human beneath her, feeling that defiant spirit shatter into gasps. The damp fabric clinging to Mikaela's skin suddenly felt unbearably thin, the chill replaced by a flush creeping up her neck.

Mikaela felt the shift like a physical blow. The smirk wasn't just predatory; it was hungry. The air grew thick, heavy with the Anubis's scent – incense layered over something deeply feral, musky, and overwhelmingly female. It coiled in Mikaela's lungs, strangely cloying and dizzying. Her skin prickled not just with fear now, but with a sudden, unwelcome awareness. The Anubis's gaze felt like a physical touch, tracing the outline of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her ass beneath the shorts. That intense scrutiny, coupled with the raw power emanating from the creature, sent a jolt of something entirely different through Mikaela – a treacherous heat pooling low in her belly, warring violently with the icy dread. Her breath came faster, shallow. The toy gun felt absurdly useless. "Assets?" Mikaela shot back, trying desperately to cling to her bravado, though her voice held a new, breathless edge. Her blue eyes widened slightly, betraying the frantic pulse beating in her throat. "Lady, this is just… practical gear! For… exploring!" The Anubis took another step, closing the distance. Mikaela instinctively stepped back, her boot heel scraping on wet concrete. The air crackled. The Anubis' red eyes seemed to glow brighter, fixed on Mikaela's parted lips. Every rational thought screamed *danger*, but the sheer, overwhelming presence of the creature, the raw femininity and predatory focus, ignited a confusing spark deep within Mikaela's core – a terrifying blend of fear and something perilously close to fascination. The Anubis inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, a low growl rumbling in her chest. The time for words was ending.

"Exploring?" The Anubis purred, the resonant sound vibrating deep in Mikaela's bones, stripping away the last shreds of her defiance. Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper, laden with primal promise. "Your exploration ends here, little thief. You have trespassed upon sacred ground…" Her gaze locked onto Mikaela's smudged red lips, a flicker of possessiveness igniting in her smoldering eyes. "…and upon my patience." The Anubis moved with impossible speed. One moment she was several feet away, the next Mikaela felt the shocking heat radiating from the Anubis's body as she invaded her space completely. Before Mikaela could gasp, before she could even flinch, the Anubis's large left paw – surprisingly smooth-skinned yet undeniably powerful, tipped with dark claws – shot out. It wasn't a grab; it was a claiming. Four strong fingers, impossibly hot, clamped firmly around Mikaela's upper arm, pulling her forward with irresistible strength. Mikaela stumbled, her boots losing purchase on the slick floor, her free hand instinctively flying out to brace against the Anubis's firm abdomen, feeling the smooth light-brown skin beneath her gloved hand. The Anubis' other paw slid instantly behind Mikaela's neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of her braided ponytail, tilting her head back sharply. Mikaela's startled blue eyes met the Anubis's burning red gaze inches away. The scent of lotus and musk enveloped her, thick and intoxicating. "Your insolence," the Anubis breathed, her voice a low thrum against Mikaela's lips, "is… captivating." Then, without hesitation, she closed the final fraction of an inch.

The Anubis's lips crashed onto Mikaela's. It wasn't gentle. It was possessive, demanding, a searing brand. Mikaela gasped against the sudden pressure, the heat, the sheer intensity. The Anubis's lips were full, impossibly soft yet fiercely insistent, moving against hers with a practiced, predatory hunger. The Anubis's tongue swept against Mikaela's lips – a hot, slick demand for entry that Mikaela instinctively tried to deny, clamping her lips shut. But the Anubis's grip tightened, pulling Mikaela impossibly closer, crushing her breasts against the Anubis's firm D-cups. The heat radiating from the Anubis's skin seeped through Mikaela's thin shirt, a shocking contrast to the damp chill of the basement. Mikaela's knees trembled violently, threatening to buckle as the Anubis deepened the kiss, her tongue finally breaching Mikaela's defenses. It tasted faintly of figs and something wild, earthy, flooding Mikaela's senses. The Anubis moaned low in her throat, a sound of pure, predatory satisfaction that vibrated against Mikaela's mouth. Mikaela's mind screamed *no*, a frantic alarm bell drowned out by the overwhelming sensations: the heat, the pressure, the dizzying scent, the insistent slide of that hot tongue exploring her mouth, claiming it. Her body betrayed her. A traitorous warmth bloomed low in her belly, spreading outward, weakening her resistance. Her hands, trapped against the Anubis's abdomen, felt the powerful muscles flexing beneath smooth skin. Her own lips, despite her terror, began to move hesitantly, almost involuntarily, against the Anubis's relentless onslaught. The toy pistol clattered forgotten to the wet concrete.

The kiss deepened, becoming a devouring thing. The Anubis's tongue explored Mikaela's mouth with possessive thoroughness, tangling with her own hesitant tongue, coaxing, demanding a response Mikaela couldn't fully suppress. Every nerve ending felt alight. The Anubis's paw on her neck held her firmly, fingers tightening slightly in her hair, sending sharp sparks of sensation down her spine. The paw gripping her arm slid down, pulling Mikaela's body flush against her own – Mikaela felt the hard swell of the Anubis's breasts against her own, the friction sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her nipples, already tight peaks straining against her damp shirt. The Anubis's scent was everywhere, flooding Mikaela's senses, dizzying her – lotus incense layered over the potent musk of her arousal, thick and undeniable. Mikaela whimpered into the kiss, a sound muffled by the Anubis's mouth. It wasn't just fear anymore; it was a confusing surge of unwanted heat pooling low and heavy in her belly, a treacherous softening against the iron grip holding her captive.

"Resistance?" the Anubis breathed against Mikaela's lips, her voice thick with amusement and desire. "Futile, little thief." Her large paw hands slid down Mikaela's trembling back, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her spine. Before Mikaela could gasp, those powerful paws clamped onto her hips, lifting her slightly onto her toes. Then, with deliberate, bruising strength, they slid lower, over the swell of Mikaela's hips, and seized her ass firmly through the thin fabric of her brown shorts. The Anubis squeezed, fingers digging into the pliant flesh, kneading Mikaela's curvy cheeks with a groan of pure appreciation that vibrated against Mikaela's chest. "Mmmph… *perfect*," the Anubis growled, her breath hot on Mikaela's cheek. "Soft, ripe… mine." Mikaela cried out, the sensation overwhelming – the shocking heat of the paws through the shorts, the possessive pressure, the sheer intimacy of the grip sending waves of shame and unwanted arousal crashing through her. She instinctively arched her back, trying to pull away, but only succeeded in pressing her breasts harder against the Anubis's chest.

With a wet, smacking pop that echoed obscenely in the damp basement, the Anubis broke the bruising kiss. Mikaela gasped, dragging in ragged breaths, her lips swollen, wet, and tingling. The Anubis stared down at her, red eyes blazing with primal hunger, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips for a second before snapping. Without a word, her gaze dropped hungrily to Mikaela's heaving chest. Still holding Mikaela's hips firmly against her own pelvis, the Anubis lowered her face. She nuzzled roughly against Mikaela's throat, inhaling deeply, before pushing her face down into the valley of Mikaela's cleavage revealed by the tight blue sleeveless shirt. Mikaela cried out again, a strangled sound, as she felt the Anubis's hot breath, her smooth cheek, the firm pressure of her face pressing against the soft swell of her D-cup breasts. The Anubis rubbed her face back and forth, groaning low in her throat, the friction against Mikaela's sensitive nipples through the thin, damp cotton sending sharp, electric shocks of pleasure-pain radiating through her entire body. The Anubis's wolf ears brushed against Mikaela's collarbone, soft fur tickling her skin. "So sweet," the Anubis murmured, her voice muffled against Mikaela's chest, her breath scorching hot. "Warm… alive… *mine*."

***"Mikaela! Status! Respond!"*** Arcee's voice crackled suddenly, sharp with escalating panic, piercing through the haze of Mikaela's terror and burgeoning arousal. It came from the comm unit shoved deep in Mikaela's pocket, cutting through the Anubis's possessive murmurs and Mikaela's own ragged breathing. The Anubis froze for a split second, her face still buried in Mikaela's cleavage, her grip tightening reflexively. Mikaela's eyes flew wide. Arcee! The connection wasn't completely dead! Hope, sharp and desperate, flared. "Arcee!" Mikaela gasped out, her voice trembling but loud, trying to twist her head towards her pocket. "I'm–!" The Anubis snarled, a low, dangerous sound vibrating against Mikaela's breasts. She lifted her head just enough to fix Mikaela with a glare of pure, possessive fury, her red eyes narrowed slits. "Silence!" she hissed, her voice thick with warning and unspent desire. Her paw clamped harder over Mikaela's ass, pulling her impossibly closer, grinding their hips together in a deliberate, possessive motion that stole Mikaela's breath and silenced her cry. The heat radiating from where their bodies met was intense, undeniable. The Anubis's gaze flickered for a moment, a flicker of something like confusion or calculation beneath the predatory lust, before she buried her face back into Mikaela's cleavage with renewed fervor, determined to drown out the outside world. Mikaela whimpered, trapped between the cold dread of her situation and the insistent, terrifying heat blooming where the Anubis held her.

***"Mikaela! Answer me! Sensors detect elevated bio-signs and… anomalous energy readings! Are you compromised? Should I ride in?"*** Arcee's voice was urgent, demanding, laced with the whine of transforming servos readying for action. Mikaela's mind raced, frantic. If Arcee burst in now, guns blazing… the Anubis would react. Violently. That possessive fury in her eyes promised devastation. Mikaela couldn't risk Arcee getting shredded trying to save her. Think! Think like a survivor! She forced her voice out again, aiming for breathless excitement rather than terror, pitching it towards her pocket. "No! Don't come in! I'm… exploring!" She gasped, trying to inject a thrill into her tone as the Anubis's hot breath seared her skin through the damp shirt. "Found something… amazing! Ancient Egyptian artifacts! Totally undisturbed!" She threw a frantic, pleading glance at the Anubis, whose ears twitched sharply at the words. Mikaela felt the creature's muscles tense beneath her hands, a low growl rumbling against her sternum. "It's… delicate! Need quiet! Don't… disturb anything!" Mikaela choked out, hoping Arcee would buy the frantic archaeologist act. The Anubis lifted her head again, her gaze intense, searching Mikaela's face. Mikaela held her breath, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

The Anubis studied Mikaela's flushed face, her wide, desperate blue eyes, the frantic pulse visible in her throat. A slow, dangerous smirk curved her full lips again. Understanding dawned in those smoldering red eyes, mingling with dark amusement. The insolent little thief was trying to manipulate the situation. Trying to protect her machine. The defiance was… intriguing. Deliciously so. Instead of anger, a low, approving hum vibrated deep in the Anubis's chest, resonating against Mikaela's trapped body. "Clever," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr laden with dark promise. Her gaze dropped to Mikaela's lips, smudged red from their earlier kiss. "Very clever… little thief." Before Mikaela could react, before Arcee could demand further clarification, the Anubis leaned in. This time, it wasn't a claiming assault. It was deliberate, possessive, and shockingly slow. Her lips brushed against Mikaela's – a soft, lingering pressure that sent a jolt of unexpected sensation through Mikaela's entire body. Then they pressed more firmly, moving with a controlled, passionate intensity that was somehow more terrifying than the earlier violence. Her tongue traced the seam of Mikaela's lips, a hot, insistent demand that Mikaela, paralyzed by fear and the confusing heat pooling low in her belly, couldn't bring herself to deny. She parted her lips slightly, a gasp escaping her. The Anubis deepened the kiss slowly, thoroughly, her tongue sliding against Mikaela's with possessive languor. It was a reward, a claiming, and a silent promise of what was to come, all rolled into one devastatingly sensual gesture. Mikaela trembled violently, her hands clenching uselessly against the Anubis's abdomen, caught in the terrifying intimacy of the slow, passionate kiss as Arcee's frantic voice crackled unanswered from her pocket.

The kiss was a slow, deliberate drowning. The Anubis explored Mikaela's mouth with agonizing thoroughness, her tongue sliding against Mikaela's with possessive languor, tasting her deeply. The heat was suffocating, the scent of lotus, musk, and the Anubis's own arousal enveloping Mikaela completely. She felt every shift of the powerful muscles beneath her hands, the firm press of the Anubis's breasts against her own, the relentless kneading of those hot paws on her ass pulling her hips flush against the Anubis's pelvis. Mikaela's body betrayed her utterly. A treacherous warmth spread from her core, weakening her knees, making her arch subtly into the Anubis's hold despite the terror screaming in her mind. Her lips moved hesitantly against the Anubis's, a traitorous mimicry of response she couldn't stifle. A low moan, thick with satisfaction, vibrated from the Anubis's throat into Mikaela's mouth. The kiss broke slowly, lingeringly. The Anubis pulled back just enough to gaze down at Mikaela's flushed, dazed face, her lips swollen and glistening, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of terror and helpless arousal. The Anubis's red eyes burned with triumph and renewed, feral hunger. "Good," she breathed, the single word a dark caress. Her paw slid from Mikaela's ass to cradle her jaw possessively, thumb brushing Mikaela's bruised lower lip. "You learn quickly, little thief."

Outside, the rain lashed against Arcee's pink-and-silver plating as she idled near the crumbling entrance, her engine a low, anxious thrum. Mikaela's frantic, breathless report of "Egyptian artifacts" and "don't disturb" had done nothing to quell her alarms; the bio-signs spiking alongside volatile energy signatures screamed danger. *"Mikaela, confirm! State your status clearly!"* Arcee transmitted again, her voice modulator tight with tension. A sudden, sharp *crack* echoed from the alleyway behind her – metal scraping concrete. Instantly, Arcee silenced her engine. Her transformation sequence activated with near-silent precision, servos whirring softly as her sleek motorcycle form reshaped itself into her bipedal configuration. She crouched low behind a rusted dumpster, her optics scanning the rain-slicked darkness. There, partially obscured by a collapsed fire escape: the unmistakable angular silhouette of a Decepticon scout, its single red optic scanning the building's facade. Shockwave's pet, Laserbeak. It hadn't spotted her yet. Ice flooded Arcee's circuits. A fight here, now, with Mikaela trapped inside… the structural instability alone could bring the entire ruin down on her partner. *"Mikaela,"* Arcee commed, her voice low, urgent, cutting through the static. *"Hostile contact outside. Decepticon scout. I cannot engage near your position. Repeat, I cannot engage here. Initiating diversionary tactics. Will lead it away. This will take… significant time. Maintain comm silence unless critical. Do you understand? Status?"*

Inside, Mikaela gasped as the Anubis's paw tightened on her jaw, her sharp claws pricking Mikaela's skin. Arcee's transmission, fragmented but terrifyingly clear – *Decepticon… cannot engage… lead it away… significant time* – crackled faintly from her pocket. The Anubis's wolf ears twitched, swiveling towards the sound. Her burning red eyes locked onto Mikaela's, a predatory stillness settling over her. Mikaela's breath hitched. Arcee was buying her time… but at what cost? And leaving her utterly alone with *this*. The Anubis's lips slowly curved into a wide, terrifying smirk, revealing sharp canine teeth. "Significant time," she purred, the words dripping with dark delight. Her gaze raked over Mikaela's trembling form, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips beneath the soaked shorts. "The machine understands its place. It leaves its master… to me." Before Mikaela could react, could plead or scream, the Anubis's powerful paws slid back down, clamping firmly onto Mikaela's ass cheeks beneath the thin fabric. With terrifying ease, she lifted Mikaela clear off her feet. Mikaela cried out, instinctively wrapping her legs around the Anubis's waist for balance, her arms flailing before clutching at the Anubis's shoulders. The Anubis chuckled, a low, resonant sound vibrating against Mikaela's chest. "Hold tight, wife," she commanded, her voice thick with anticipation. "Our chamber awaits… undisturbed."

The Anubis turned, carrying Mikaela effortlessly like a prize, her paws gripping Mikaela's ass firmly, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh. Mikaela clung on, her heart hammering against her ribs, the heat of the Anubis's body searing where they touched. Each step the Anubis took towards the crumbling doorway leading downstairs was unnervingly silent, her paws finding perfect purchase on the treacherous, wet concrete. Mikaela felt the shift in air – warmer, drier, thick with the scent of incense – as they descended into the gloom. The golden lamplight from below washed over them, illuminating the hieroglyphs on the walls, the silken divan. The Anubis carried her across the intricate rug without a sound, her red eyes gleaming with primal satisfaction in the honeyed light. Mikaela's breath came in shallow gasps, the reality of her situation crashing down: trapped, alone, carried deeper into the predator's den. The Anubis stopped beside the low divan piled with cushions. She didn't set Mikaela down gently. Instead, she shifted her grip, lowering Mikaela slowly, deliberately, until Mikaela's back pressed against the soft silk, her legs still wrapped around the Anubis's waist. The Anubis loomed over her, her dark green hair framing her face like a shadow, her smoldering gaze pinning Mikaela to the cushions. A low growl rumbled in her chest as she leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over Mikaela's lips. "Now," the Anubis purred, her voice thick with anticipation and command, "we begin properly, wife. No interruptions." Her paw slid from Mikaela's ass to cup her jaw, claws tracing the line of Mikaela's throat possessively. "You will obey."

Mikaela's mind reeled. The absurdity, the terrifying intimacy, the sheer *wrongness* of it collided with the undeniable heat pooling low in her belly. She shoved against the Anubis's shoulders, her voice trembling but defiant. "Wife?" Mikaela choked out, disbelief sharpening her tone. Her blue eyes locked onto the Anubis's burning red ones. "Are you insane? I don't even know your name! You know *mine* because you eavesdropped!" She gestured wildly towards the ceiling, towards where Arcee had been. "We don't know each other! You just grabbed me! What the hell are you anyway? Some kind of... desert monster woman with... with *paws*?" Her gaze flickered down to the black, furred paw resting possessively on her hip, the pads rough against her skin beneath the damp shorts.

The Anubis tilted her head, her wolf ears twitching slightly, a flicker of confusion momentarily clouding the predatory certainty in her eyes. The unexpected assault of questions seemed to momentarily pierce the haze of her arousal. Her grip on Mikaela's jaw loosened infinitesimally.

The Anubis blinked, her predatory focus momentarily fractured. The sheer audacity of the questions, the direct challenge, clashed violently with her meticulously ordered world. "Know... me?" she echoed, her resonant voice losing some of its purring certainty, replaced by a hint of bewildered frustration. Her tail lashed once behind her. "I am a Anubis! Guardian of my mistress' Rest!" She gestured sharply towards the hieroglyphs depicting a shapely feminine figure. "My purpose is clear! You trespassed! You are... desirable!" She leaned closer, her scent of lotus and musk enveloping Mikaela again, her confusion warring with the insistent thrum of need. "The rules are absolute! Intruder becomes wife! Especially... especially one who smells like *this*!" She inhaled deeply against Mikaela's neck, groaning softly, her earlier confusion momentarily drowned again by the scent. "Your name... Mikaela... whispered by the machine... it is known. That is enough!" Her paw tightened possessively on Mikaela's hip, claws pricking the skin beneath the fabric. "My name... my title... it is given! You *will* know me!" The declaration was fierce, but Mikaela saw the flicker of vulnerability beneath – the intellectual creature thrown off balance by raw instinct and unexpected defiance.

Mikaela pressed her advantage, the terror momentarily eclipsed by sheer incredulous fury. "Enough?" she hissed, arching her back against the cushions, trying to create space. "You think *knowing my name* makes this okay? That it makes *me* your wife?" She stared pointedly at the Anubis's paw-hand resting on her hip, the furred fingers ending in dark pads. "You have *paws*! You're... you're not even human!" A traitorous flush crept up her neck, clashing with her outrage. "And... and my first time?" The words tumbled out, raw and disbelieving. "You think my *first time* is just going to be... *this*? With some cursed desert guardian who kidnaps trespassers?" The sheer, terrifying absurdity of it – her virginity stolen in a crumbling ruin by a creature with wolf ears and paws – hit her fully. Her voice cracked slightly. "This isn't some... some fairy tale! This is insane!" She saw the Anubis flinch almost imperceptibly at the word 'insane', the sharp ears flattening slightly against her head. The intellectual predator was clearly struggling against the overwhelming tide of her own instincts, Mikaela's defiance acting like grit in the gears of her planned seduction. The Anubis's breathing hitched, her gaze darting between Mikaela's furious eyes and her trembling lips, the carefully constructed schedule in her mind dissolving further into primal need and chaotic confusion.

The Anubis recoiled slightly, Mikaela's barrage of "insane," "not human," and the raw accusation about her "first time" striking like physical blows. Her red eyes widened, genuine bewilderment mixing with the smoldering heat. The intellectual guardian, accustomed to absolute control and clear rules, was utterly unprepared for this chaotic human logic. "Not... human?" she echoed, her resonant voice cracking slightly. She looked down at her own paw-hand resting on Mikaela's hip, flexing the dark pads as if seeing them for the first time. The confusion deepened, momentarily overriding the lust. "But... the rules... the sanctity... the Pharaoh's decree..." Her tail lashed erratically behind her. "You trespassed! You are desirable! The path is clear! Wife!" She leaned closer again, her scent intensifying with her agitation, desperation creeping into her tone. "My name... my title..." She seemed to grasp for it, the structure crumbling. "I am... Sekhmet!" The name burst from her lips, fierce and sudden, like a shield against Mikaela's unsettling defiance. "Guardian Sekhmet! Now *know me*, Mikaela!" Before Mikaela could utter another protest, Sekhmet dove down, silencing her with a kiss that was neither slow nor possessive, but a desperate, passionate onslaught fueled by confusion and a frantic need to reclaim control through sensation. It was fierce, demanding, and utterly consuming, Mikaela's lips crushed beneath hers, Sekhmet's tongue plunging deep, tasting her fear and fury as if it could drown out the chaotic thoughts.

Sekhmet's kiss was a wildfire, scorching away Mikaela's breath and protest. It lacked the earlier calculated languor; this was pure, desperate instinct, the wolf unleashed by confusion. Mikaela gasped against Sekhmet's mouth, the heat overwhelming, her own treacherous body responding with a rush of warmth that pooled low and heavy despite her terror. Sekhmet groaned, a deep, resonant sound vibrating against Mikaela's chest, her confusion momentarily swept aside by the sheer physicality. She shifted her weight, pressing Mikaela deeper into the silken cushions. The movement brought their bodies flush together, the thin, damp fabric of Mikaela's shirt and Sekhmet's black bikini top the only barrier. Sekhmet deliberately arched her back, grinding her hips forward against Mikaela's trapped thighs. Her D-cup breasts, firm and heavy beneath the minimal top, pressed fully against Mikaela's own equally full breasts. Sekhmet rolled her shoulders slightly, ensuring the soft, yielding flesh rubbed and slid sensuously against Mikaela's. The friction sent electric shocks through Mikaela, a gasp ripped from her throat, muffled by Sekhmet's relentless kiss. She felt every contour, the heat radiating through the soaked fabric, the hard peaks of Sekhmet's nipples grazing her own through the layers. It was an intimate, overwhelming pressure, a deliberate assertion of dominance through shared sensation that bypassed logic entirely. Mikaela's hands, still braced against Sekhmet's shoulders, trembled violently, caught between shoving her away and clutching her closer as the unexpected, intense pleasure warred with her panic.

Sekhmet broke the kiss abruptly, panting, her red eyes blazing with renewed, primal triumph and a flicker of the earlier confusion now buried deep beneath feral need. A thin strand of saliva connected their swollen lips for an instant before snapping. Her gaze raked down Mikaela's flushed face, lingering on the rapid pulse fluttering at her throat, then dropping to where their breasts remained pressed tightly together, rising and falling with each ragged breath. The deliberate friction had worked; Mikaela's blue eyes were wide, dilated, her lips parted, her body visibly trembling not just with fear now, but with undeniable arousal. Sekhmet's lips curved into a predatory smirk, sharp canines gleaming. She shifted her hips again, grinding her pelvis firmly against Mikaela's trapped heat, eliciting another choked gasp. "See?" Sekhmet purred, her voice thick and husky, resonating with dark satisfaction. Her paw slid from Mikaela's hip, tracing a hot path up her damp side, claws catching lightly on the fabric of her shirt. "The body knows truth... wife." Her thumb brushed the straining peak of Mikaela's breast through the soaked blue cotton, making Mikaela arch involuntarily. "Forget the 'first time'," Sekhmet breathed, leaning down until her lips hovered a hair's breadth from Mikaela's ear, her hot breath sending shivers down Mikaela's spine. "Forget the rules... forget everything." Her other paw tightened possessively on Mikaela's hipbone. "Only this matters now. Only *us*. And my name..." She nipped Mikaela's earlobe sharply, drawing a startled yelp. "...is Sekhmet, your wife."

(Spicy Treat Start!)

Mikaela shuddered, the sharp sting of Sekhmet's bite warring with the electric jolt of pleasure it sent through her. The possessive claim, the raw hunger in Sekhmet's voice, the relentless pressure grinding against her core – it was overwhelming, terrifying, and impossibly arousing. Her mind screamed protests, but her body was betraying her, heat pooling low and wet between her thighs. "Sekhmet..." Mikaela gasped, the name tasting foreign and dangerous on her tongue. She shoved weakly against Sekhmet's shoulders, her voice thick with conflicting desperation. "Stop... just stop talking like that! I'm not... I'm not your wife!" Her gaze locked onto Sekhmet's burning eyes, defiance flaring despite the tremble in her limbs. "And... and it *is* my first time! Doesn't that... doesn't that mean anything to you? That I wanted it to be... different? With someone I... someone..." The words died in her throat, choked by the sheer absurdity of the situation and the undeniable, aching need Sekhmet was stoking.

Sekhmet chuckled, a low, resonant sound vibrating deep in her chest, felt intimately against Mikaela's skin. She pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at Mikaela's flushed face. Her grin widened, sharp and triumphant. "Different?" Sekhmet echoed, her tone laced with dark amusement. One paw-hand slid possessively up Mikaela's torso, fingers splaying over her ribs, feeling the frantic flutter of her heart beneath the damp shirt. "You trespassed into *my* sanctum, Mikaela." Her other paw slid down Mikaela's thigh, claws pricking lightly through the thin shorts. "You smell like storm and defiance... and *need*." Her gaze dropped pointedly to Mikaela's heaving chest, then back to her eyes, blazing with possessive certainty. "There is nothing more 'different' than this." Slowly, deliberately, Sekhmet pushed herself upright, shifting her weight. She straddled Mikaela's hips firmly, her powerful thighs pinning Mikaela's legs wide open against the silken cushions. The movement pressed Mikaela deeper into the divan, the sudden shift in leverage leaving her utterly exposed. Sekhmet sat back on Mikaela's lap, her tail curling possessively around Mikaela's ankle. With deliberate, unhurried grace, Sekhmet reached behind her own back, her claws finding the clasp of her simple black bikini top. There was a soft *snick*. The fabric fell away.

Sekhmet's D-cup breasts bounced free, firm and heavy, pale brown skin gleaming in the golden lamplight. Sekhmet arched her back slightly, rolling her shoulders, making her freed breasts sway enticingly, their dark pink nipples stiffening visibly in the warm air. She looked down at Mikaela, her red eyes smoldering with primal satisfaction. "See?" Sekhmet murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper thick with promise. She leaned forward again, pressing her bare breasts fully against Mikaela's clothed ones, the friction deliciously rough and soft at once. Her claws traced Mikaela's jawline possessively. "No more barriers... wife." She dipped her head, nuzzling Mikaela's throat, inhaling deeply. "Your 'first time'..." Sekhmet breathed hotly against Mikaela's skin, her tongue flicking out to taste the frantic pulse there. "...will be mine." Her grin returned, sharp and utterly confident. "And it will be... unforgettable."

Mikaela gasped, the sensation of Sekhmet's bare breasts pressing against hers through the damp shirt overwhelming—hot skin, hard nipples, the sheer intimacy stealing her breath. "Sekhmet—" she choked out, her voice trembling. Before she could finish, Sekhmet's claws hooked into the hem of Mikaela's tight blue sleeveless shirt. With a sharp, deliberate motion, Sekhmet ripped upward. The fabric tore cleanly from waist to collar, exposing Mikaela's smooth peach skin and full breasts beneath. Mikaela cried out—half shock, half protest—as cool air washed over her bare skin, her nipples tightening painfully. Sekhmet tossed the ruined shirt aside, her gaze raking hungrily over Mikaela's exposed torso. "Beautiful," Sekhmet purred, her paw-hand sliding possessively over Mikaela's slim waist, claws pricking lightly. "But not enough." Her other paw went to Mikaela's shorts, claws catching on the waistband. "All of you, wife."

Sekhmet's claws dug deeper, shredding the thin fabric of Mikaela's brown shorts with terrifying ease. Mikaela jerked beneath her, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as cool air hit her thighs. Sekhmet ripped downward, tearing the shorts and the panties bottoms beneath away in one brutal motion. Mikaela lay sprawled beneath her, utterly naked—her smooth peach skin flushed, her long brown hair tangled around her shoulders, her D-cup breasts heaving, her curvy hips and shapely legs fully exposed. The toy guns strapped to her thighs lay useless against her skin. Sekhmet's gaze burned over every inch—the swell of Mikaela's breasts, the curve of her hips, the dark triangle of curls between her thighs. "Perfect," Sekhmet breathed, her voice thick with awe and lust. Her paw-hand slid up Mikaela's inner thigh, claws retracted but pads rough against sensitive skin. Mikaela trembled violently, her breath coming in shallow pants, the vulnerability complete and terrifying. "Now... mine."

Sekhmet shifted her weight, settling fully between Mikaela's spread thighs. She leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over Mikaela's trembling belly. "Your body knows," Sekhmet murmured, her gaze fixed on Mikaela's slick, glistening folds. Her paw-hand slid higher, fingers tracing Mikaela's outer lips—a gentle, maddening tease. "But..." Sekhmet paused, her brow furrowing slightly. She pressed one thick, furred finger against Mikaela's tight entrance, pushing experimentally. Mikaela gasped sharply—not just from the intrusion, but from the sheer impossibility. Sekhmet's digit was too wide, too blunt; it stretched Mikaela painfully without breaching her virgin barrier. Sekhmet withdrew her paw, staring at her own dark pads with a flicker of frustration. "Too big," she muttered, the intellectual guardian resurfacing momentarily. Her gaze snapped back to Mikaela's flushed face, then lowered hungrily. "But my tongue..." Sekhmet's voice dropped to a predatory whisper. "...will fit perfectly." Before Mikaela could react, Sekhmet surged downward, burying her face between Mikaela's thighs. Her hot, wet tongue licked a long, deliberate stripe up Mikaela's slick folds, parting her lips, seeking the tight, untouched core beneath. Mikaela cried out—a raw, startled sound—arching off the cushions as pleasure and shock collided. Sekhmet groaned against her, the vibration resonating deep within Mikaela's core, her tongue circling, probing insistently against the delicate barrier.

Sekhmet's tongue was relentless—a hot, agile pressure exploring every fold, every hidden contour. Mikaela panted, her fingers twisting in Sekhmet's dark green hair, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer. The sensation was overwhelming: wet, intimate heat concentrated on her most vulnerable place. Sekhmet flicked her tongue sharply against Mikaela's swollen clit, making her gasp and jerk. "There," Sekhmet murmured against her skin, her breath hot and damp. "That's where you pulse..." She circled the sensitive nub again, slower this time, savoring Mikaela's choked whimper. Then she dipped lower, her tongue plunging deep, flattening against Mikaela's entrance, pressing firmly, insistently against the taut, untouched ring of muscle guarding her virginity. Mikaela tensed, a whine escaping her lips—half fear, half desperate anticipation. Sekhmet paused, lifting her head just enough to meet Mikaela's wide, dilated eyes. Her lips glistened with Mikaela's wetness. "Ready?" Sekhmet breathed, her voice thick with arousal and dark promise. Before Mikaela could answer, Sekhmet surged down again, her tongue pressing harder, focused and unyielding against the barrier. Mikaela cried out—a sharp, fractured sound—as Sekhmet's tongue breached her, stretching her impossibly tight inner walls, a hot, slick invasion that stole her breath and ignited a wildfire deep inside her belly.

The pressure intensified—a slow, burning stretch as Sekhmet's tongue pushed deeper, curling slightly inside Mikaela's virgin passage. Mikaela gasped, her hips lifting involuntarily, seeking more of the intense, unfamiliar sensation. Sekhmet groaned against her, the vibration traveling straight to Mikaela's core, amplifying the pleasure-pain. Her tongue withdrew slightly, then plunged deeper still, a rhythmic thrusting that mimicked possession. Mikaela's inner muscles clenched instinctively around the invading heat, a tight, fluttering resistance that only seemed to spur Sekhmet on. She felt Sekhmet's claws dig lightly into her thighs, holding her open, as the Anubis worked her tongue with fierce precision—flicking against Mikaela's inner walls, circling, then pressing firmly against a spot that made stars burst behind Mikaela's eyelids. "Sekhmet!" Mikaela gasped, her voice ragged, her fingers tightening painfully in Sekhmet's hair. She felt stretched, filled, utterly claimed by the relentless rhythm of Sekhmet's tongue inside her. A coil of pure, molten heat tightened low in her belly, building with each deep, wet thrust. Sekhmet responded with a low, possessive growl, her tongue curling upward, pressing harder against that exquisite spot, driving Mikaela relentlessly toward the edge.

Sekhmet felt Mikaela's inner walls flutter wildly around her tongue—a frantic, clenching rhythm signaling imminent surrender. She intensified her assault, her tongue plunging deeper, faster, curling relentlessly against Mikaela's most sensitive spot. Mikaela's cries grew higher, fractured, her thighs trembling violently against Sekhmet's head. Sekhmet slid one paw-hand up Mikaela's belly, her claws retracted, rough pads finding Mikaela's stiff, neglected nipple. She pinched it firmly, rolling the hard peak between her fingers just as her tongue pressed one final, devastating thrust deep inside.

Mikaela shattered. A raw, guttural scream tore from her throat as her back arched violently off the cushions. Pleasure detonated—white-hot waves radiating from her core, pulsing in time with the frantic clenching of her inner muscles around Sekhmet's tongue. Sekhmet held her there, drinking in Mikaela's wetness, her tongue still moving gently inside the trembling passage as Mikaela convulsed, gasping, her eyes wide and unseeing, lost in the blinding intensity of her first climax. Sekhmet lifted her head slowly, her chin slick, her red eyes blazing with triumph. "Mine," she breathed, the word thick with primal satisfaction. "Completely."

Sekhmet surged upwards, straddling Mikaela's hips again. Her own arousal was a palpable heat, her scent—musky, floral, and utterly feral—filling the air. With swift, impatient claws, she hooked the sides of her tiny black bikini bottoms. "Enough teasing, wife," Sekhmet growled, her voice rough with barely contained need. "Time for the *real* joining." She ripped the flimsy fabric away, tossing it aside like a forgotten thought. Her pussy was exposed—a slick, swollen delta of light brown skin, glistening folds already parted, revealing the flushed, darker pink within, her clit a hard, eager bead. "Look at me," she commanded, her gaze locking onto Mikaela's dazed blue eyes. "See what you do to me." She shifted forward, her powerful thighs pressing Mikaela's legs impossibly wider. The hot, wet apex of Sekhmet's sex pressed firmly against Mikaela's own, still throbbing and sensitive from her climax. Mikaela gasped at the sudden, intimate contact—the shocking heat, the slick slide of skin against swollen skin. Sekhmet rolled her hips down in a slow, deliberate grind, her clit dragging firmly against Mikaela's. "Feel that?" Sekhmet moaned, her head tipping back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. "The fire... the wetness... it's all for you."

"God, Sekhmet—" Mikaela choked out, the friction both overwhelming and intoxicating. Her body, still singing from release, responded instantly, fresh slickness welling between her own folds, mingling with Sekhmet's.

Sekhmet leaned forward, bracing her paw-hands on the cushions beside Mikaela's head, her full breasts swaying inches above Mikaela's. She rolled her hips again, harder this time, grinding their pussies together in a deep, sinuous motion. The swollen lips of Sekhmet's sex pressed and parted Mikaela's own, creating a hot, wet seal. "Yesss," Sekhmet hissed, her breath hot on Mikaela's face. "That's it. Feel me claim you." Her hips moved in a relentless, rolling rhythm, the hard nub of her clit rubbing insistently against Mikaela's with each downward thrust. "Your body knows its mate," Sekhmet panted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It opens for me... welcomes me... burns for me." She lowered her head, capturing Mikaela's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, swallowing Mikaela's next gasp. Her tongue invaded Mikaela's mouth, mirroring the deep, claiming rhythm of her hips below. The dual sensations—the wet, demanding kiss and the relentless, grinding pressure against her most sensitive flesh—left Mikaela dizzy, her earlier defiance dissolving into molten surrender. She wrapped her arms around Sekhmet's neck, pulling her closer, meeting the kiss with a desperate hunger of her own, her hips lifting instinctively to meet Sekhmet's powerful thrusts. The air filled with the slick, rhythmic sound of their joined sex and their ragged, mingled breaths.

"Harder," Mikaela gasped against Sekhmet's lips, her voice raw and unrecognizable even to herself. "Please, Sekhmet... *more*." The Anubis growled low in her throat, a sound of pure, predatory satisfaction. She shifted her weight, lifting slightly before driving her hips down with brutal force. Their D-cup breasts collided, heavy flesh slapping together, nipples scraping hard against each other, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through both women. Sekhmet's thrusts became faster, harder—short, powerful snaps of her hips that ground their clits together with exquisite friction. Mikaela cried out, her shapely legs tightening around Sekhmet's slim waist, locking her ankles just above the base of Sekhmet's lashing black tail. She pulled Sekhmet impossibly deeper, forcing their bodies flush. "Yes! Like that!" Mikaela moaned, arching her back, her fingers digging into the tense muscles of Sekhmet's shoulders. "Feels... so... *fuck*..." The words dissolved into a whimper as Sekhmet increased the pace, the wet heat between them building to an almost unbearable intensity. Mikaela could feel the Anubis trembling with the effort, her powerful muscles straining, her own slickness coating Mikaela's thighs.

Sekhmet's rhythm faltered for a split second, her red eyes widening with shock as a violent tremor wracked her body. "Mikaela!" she gasped, her voice thick with disbelief and raw need. Her hips stuttered, grinding down hard and staying pressed deep, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically against Mikaela's mound. A gush of warm, clear fluid pulsed from Sekhmet's core, flooding against Mikaela's swollen folds, soaking her skin and the cushions beneath. Sekhmet threw her head back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her pussy lips seemed to *suck* against Mikaela's, sealing them together in a hot, wet embrace. Mikaela felt the Anubis's clear cum—slick, warm, and abundant—filling the space between them, dripping down her own thighs. The sensation was shocking, intimate, and utterly primal. Sekhmet shuddered violently above her, her breasts heaving, her expression one of stunned ecstasy. "Your... scent... your heat..." Sekhmet panted, her eyes fluttering open, dazed and utterly captivated. "It... unmade me." A slow, dazed smile spread across her face, pure wolfish satisfaction replacing the controlled guardian. "My seed... inside you..." She ground down again, slowly, possessively, milking the last pulses of her release against Mikaela's sensitive flesh.

The intimate seal between them held, Sekhmet's pussy lips clinging possessively to Mikaela's slick folds even as the Anubis lowered her trembling body down onto Mikaela's. Their breasts pressed together, slick with sweat and Sekhmet's release, nipples still hard and sensitive. Sekhmet buried her face in the crook of Mikaela's neck, her hot breath ragged against Mikaela's damp skin. "Mine," Sekhmet murmured, the word a low, satisfied rumble vibrating against Mikaela's collarbone. Her tail curled possessively around Mikaela's calf. "Filled... claimed..." She nuzzled deeper, inhaling Mikaela's scent mixed with her own. Mikaela lay beneath her, breathless and trembling, the warm wetness of Sekhmet's cum cooling slightly on her skin, the phantom pressure of their sealed sexes still tingling. The air hung thick with the musky scent of sex and Sekhmet's unique, floral-clean aroma. Mikaela's own arousal still hummed beneath the surface, a low thrum of need amplified by the sheer, overwhelming intimacy of the moment. Sekhmet lifted her head slightly, her red eyes hooded and dark, a lazy, predatory smile playing on her lips as she traced a claw-tip lightly down Mikaela's sternum. "Now," Sekhmet whispered, her voice husky with renewed intent, "let me taste my claim on your skin." She dipped her head, her tongue flicking out to trace the path her claw had just taken, sending fresh shivers through Mikaela's spent body.

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