Wild humanoid becomes Man through Holy sex

Here's the tale: an extract from the Epic of Gilgamesh:

Anu heard them, he nodded his head, 

then to the goddess, mother of creation, 

he called out: "Aruru, you are the one 

who created humans. Now go and create 

a double for Gilgamesh, his second self, 

a man who equals his strength and courage,

a man who equals his stormy heart. 

Create a new hero, let them balance each other 

perfectly, so that Uruk has peace." 

When Aruru heard this, she closed her eyes, 

and what Anu had commanded she formed in her mind. 

She moistened her hands, she pinched off some clay, 

she threw it into the wilderness, 

kneaded it, shaped it to her idea, 

and fashioned a man, a warrior, a hero: 

Enkidu the brave, as powerful and fierce 

as the war god Ninurta. Hair covered his body, 

hair grew thick on his head and hung 

down to his waist, like a woman's hair. 

He roamed all over the wilderness, 

naked, far from the cities of men, 

ate grass with gazelles, and when he was thirsty 

he drank clear water from the waterholes, 

kneeling beside the antelope and deer.

 
One day, a human — a trapper — saw him

drinking with the animals at a waterhole. 

The trapper's heart pounded, his face went white, 

his legs shook, he was numb with terror. 

The same thing happened a second, a third day. 

Fear gripped his belly, he looked drained and haggard 

like someone who has been on a long, hard journey

He went to his father. "Father, I have seen 

a savage man at the waterhole. 

He must be the strongest man in the world, 

with muscles like rock. I have seen him outrun

the swiftest animals. He lives among them, 

eats grass with gazelles, and when he is thirsty 

he drinks clear water from the waterholes.

I haven't approached him — I am too afraid. 

He fills in the pits I have dug, he tears out 

the traps I have set, he frees the animals, 

and I can catch nothing. My livelihood is gone."

 
"Son, in Uruk there lives a man named Gilgamesh. 

He is king of that city 

and the strongest man in the world, they say, 

with muscles like rock. Go now to Uruk, 

go to Gilgamesh, tell him what happened, 

then follow his advice. He will know what to do."

 
He made the journey, he stood before 

Gilgamesh in the centre of Uruk, he told him about the savage man. 

The king said, "Go to the temple of Ishtar,

ask them there for a woman named Shamhat, 

one of the priestesses who give their bodies 

to any man, in honour of the goddess. 

Take her into the wilderness. 

When the animals are drinking at the waterhole, 

tell her to strip off her robe and lie there 

naked, ready, with her legs apart. 

The wild man will approach. 

Let her use her love-arts. 

Nature will take its course, and then the animals who knew him in the 

wilderness will be bewildered, and will leave him forever."

She stripped off her robe and lay there naked,

with her legs apart, touching herself.

Enkidu saw her and warily approached.

He sniffed the air. He gazed at her body.

He drew close. Shamhat touched him on the thigh,

touched his penis, and put him inside her. 

She used her love-arts, she took his breath with her kisses, 

held nothing back, and showed him what a woman is. 

For seven days he stayed erect 

and made love with her, until he had had enough. 

At last he stood up and walked towards the waterhole to rejoin his animals. 

But the gazelles saw him and scattered,

the antelope and deer bounded away. 

He tried to catch up, but his body was exhausted, his life-force was spent, 

his knees trembled, he could no longer run like an animal, as he had before. 

He turned back to Shamhat, and as he walked 

he knew that his mind had somehow grown larger, 

he knew things now that an animal can't know. 

Enkidu sat down at Shamhat's feet. 

he looked at her, and he understood 

all the words she was speaking to him. 

"Now, Enkidu, you know what it is

 to be with a woman, to unite with her. 

You are beautiful, you are like a god. 

Why should you roam the wilderness and live like an animal? 

Let me take you to great-walled Uruk,

to the temple of Ishtar, 

to the palace of Gilgamesh the mighty king, 

who in his arrogance oppresses the people, 

trampling upon them like a wild bull."
 

She finished, and Enkidu nodded his head. 

Deep in his heart he felt something stir, 

a longing he had never known before, 

the longing for a true friend. 

Enkidu said, "I will go, Shamhat. 

Take me with you to great-walled Uruk, to the temple of Ishtar, 

to the palace of Gilgamesh the mighty king. 

I will challenge him. I will shout to his face:
 

I am the mightiest! I am the man 

who can make the world tremble! I am supreme!'  

"Come," said Shamhat, "let us go to Uruk, 

I will lead you to Gilgamesh the mighty king. 

You will see the great city with its massive wall, 

you will see the young men dressed in their splendour, 

in the finest linen and embroidered wool, 

brilliantly coloured, with fringed shawls and wide belts. 

Every day is a festival in Uruk, 

with people singing and dancing in the streets, 

musicians playing their lyres and drums, 

the lovely priestesses standing before 

the temple of Ishtar, chatting and laughing, 

flushed with sexual joy, and ready 

to serve men's pleasure, in honour of the goddess, 

so that even old men are aroused from their beds. 

You who are still so ignorant of life, 

I will show you Gilgamesh the mighty king.