Sett and his King (Demon Gods #3)

9. Sett

Sett

" S top that. Don't say that," I said as soon as he spoke. Did he really think that I wouldn't want him, that I wouldn't want to…to be with him? To kiss him? To hold him?

"It's true, though, isn't it?" he said. "It's okay. I just…I just wanted to say thank you. It was the wrong way."

"It's not true, Drew," I grabbed him before the house helped him escape into another room. "It's not true at all, and are you forgetting? If you’re ruined, then so am I. Horus did the same thing to me that he did to you."

He stopped, his gaze focusing on my hand on his arm and not on my face. As if…as if he were ashamed.

It was so strange. I hadn’t seen him like that before. So…vulnerable. I knew I hadn’t known him long but he gave the impression of such a strong confident man and there it was, the human underneath the facade.

"It was an inappropriate way to thank you. It's fine. Let's…let’s just move on."

"No,” I breathed out. “We're not moving on until I know you believe me when I say you're not ruined."

He looked up slowly, his lips parting ever so gently and he gave me the smallest nod, which despite its size, shook me to my core.

I wanted him. I wanted this man. There was no denying it.

“Good,” I said. “If you’re ever doubting yourself again, I’ll be here to remind you.”

He didn’t say anything, he just blinked, but it was enough. For now.

"And as for me not liking men," I said, "that's not true at all. It's just that…my heart. It belongs to another."

“Of course,” he exhaled. “I understand.”

He licked his lips, glanced down at my arm and when I let him go, he made for the stairs.

“I could do with a strong drink? Would you like one?”

“Lead the way,” I said and followed him upstairs, across the hallway with the decorative shotgun and into the kitchen.

As soon as he stopped in front of the bar, he turned, grimaced and kissed his teeth.

“I’m actually starving. Would you like something to eat too?”

I nodded and he smiled before he got busy taking things out of the fridge and chopping it all up on the kitchen counter.

There were vegetables, and fresh herbs and meat all chopped in record time. It was when he tossed everything in the same pot, which sizzled on contact and got the rice started, that I realized he’d been using his power to prep everything.

He did the same with the drinks when he got to them. It was almost as if he didn’t like being watched. As if he didn’t want to be seen in his element. As if he just wanted people to just see the results, not the process.

“Here. I think you’ll like this,” he said barely a minute later, sliding a tumbler across the kitchen island with a deep red liquid that swirled as if of its own accord.

“Thanks.” I wrapped my hand around the glass.

The magic tickled my fingers. It was as if the glass had its own heartbeat and when I brought it to my lips and tasted the drink, it carried the same effect to the rest of my body.

It was strong and smoky with hints of sweetness and rejuvenated every ache in my body.

"You’re a true potion witch, aren't you?" I said after a couple of sips, when I noticed him watching me.

He shrugged. "It runs in the family. And I'm so much better at it than I am with my power. I mean, I don't almost die every time I cook."

With that, he smiled, took a sip of his own drink, a green concoction that almost seemed to glow, and he returned to the hob to distribute the food into two equal portions.

"Well, you're a true master no matter what power you use," I said and offered him my most sincere smile.

It seemed to have the desired effect as his shoulders relaxed and he sighed when he walked back to me with two plates.

"Didn’t you just start making this?" I asked as he set one plate down in front of me, the steam rose from the plate, carrying the fragrant, mouthwatering aromas straight into my nose.

“You’re in a stēgi, Your Majesty. We’re outside time and space, remember?”

I chuckled and got to work on the magnificent meal he’d prepared. It might not be much in volume and grandiosity, definitely not what I was used to, but he’d made everything with a deep love for the craft just for me, and that was better than any royal feast.

As expected, it tasted just as delicious as it smelled. The vegetables were stewed to perfection, the meat cooked to the right temperature that made it both delicious and tender and the rice was fluffy. The sauce sweet and salty at the same time, which somehow complimented all the flavors on the plate.

"This is delicious. Thank you so much!" I said.

He raised his glass by way of thanks and I picked up my own.

“To finding the scarab and ending Horus’s reign,” he said.

“To you!” I said because he deserved to be honored too.

He stopped before he managed to take a sip and stared at me, but if he had something to say, he didn't.

I watched him drink from his glass, watched his lips, plump and moist and I found it hard to breathe.

The way I’d saved him only moments ago with my very unconventional method came into mind. It hadn’t been a kiss and still it had felt…comforting. Quiet. Soothing to the ache that tortured my soul.

Even the memory of it now had that effect and I couldn’t, nor did I want to, stop it.

It should feel like betrayal. I should feel guilty for feeling like that for anyone but my late husband and yet…all I could feel was desire. Desire for this young witch who made my heart beat in such a wonderful rhythm that felt almost alien after thousands of years.

Maybe…

Maybe I didn't have to be alone anymore. Maybe this was a sign I didn’t have to spend the rest of my eternal life withdrawn from the most beautiful feeling in the world.

But Drew didn’t need me. He needed his freedom. He needed the ability to choose who he loved, who he served, who he was. He didn’t deserve this useless old god who’d spent his days rotting away in a self-exile of his own grief and mourning.

Even that realization didn’t make it possible for me to stop watching him, to stop dreaming.

Pfft. Dreaming.

How long since I’d done that?

"Right,” he said after a while and stood, picking up his empty plate. “I think I'll try and have a nap before I have to go to work. The house can show you to a guest room whenever you're ready. Make yourself at home.”

He put the dish in the sink and started to walk away, out of the kitchen and before I could think, before I could speak, before I could even understand what I was doing, I put my hand up and grabbed him by the arm.

He turned and looked at my fingers as if they were made of fire. He didn't say anything and neither did I, but I stood closer to him, matching him breath for breath, staring at his lips.

“Sett, what are you—” he whispered.

I kissed him.

I kissed him for real this time.

He tasted divine. There were hints of fruitiness and alcohol. But there was something else, something far more wonderful. It was an essence. An essence I hadn't felt since Ra.

I didn't know if it was the lack of another’s touch or if Drew really was special, and at that moment I didn't care. I just wanted more of him. I just wanted to taste all of him. Every inch of him. To have him and to be his and to let go.

And that was exactly what I did. I pulled him onto me, my hands sliding down to his ass cheeks. I squeezed them, pinning him against me, against my body, which came to life under his touch.

"I thought you said—" he managed to say when he escaped my lips.

"Forget what I said," I told him.

He kissed me back.

This time with more intensity. He pushed and I hit the kitchen counter behind me. His hands roamed over my body, exploring, and I was so overwhelmed by it I stayed still for him as if he had frozen me in time.

I moaned at the thought.

"Will you…" I whispered, "will you use your power on me?"

He stopped kissing me, stopped touching me and took a step back.

"What?"

"I want you to use me,” I said.

He grimaced. “Use you?”

My eyes popped wide open.

“No," I said. "Not like that. Not the way Horus did. I just…I want to feel your power over my body. I want to feel like one of your potions. Frozen in time under your skilled hands."

He blinked in confusion and I ran my hand across his face.

“You wouldn’t be taking advantage. I want you to. I’m asking you to. It’s completely different to what my brother does to people.”

"Are-are you sure? I’ve never done this before.”

I chuckled.

“I’d love to be your first. I am giving you permission. It’s my choice.”

"Oh,” he said and a smile crossed his lips. “Okay. But maybe we should go to my bedroom. I don't want my Yaya walking in on us."

"That would be wise." I offered him my hand and after a moment’s hesitation he took it and squeezed.

He dragged me out of the kitchen and right into a bedroom.

“Glad to know we’re all on the same page,” I said looking up at the ceiling like I’d seen Drew do when he referred to the house.

“Shut up.” He laughed and pinned me down on the bed.

My body lit up at the promise of what was about to come. Namely, me.

His gaze fixed upon my body as he undressed me. One moment I was fully clothed. The next, I was naked and he was planting butterfly kisses on my chest, my stomach, my groin, my thighs.

Every second that passed he appeared in a different place, kissing or licking a different part of me. The surprise, the anticipation, the mystery only made my cock throb harder.

No matter how much time passed, he didn’t for one second pay any attention to my pulsating need. It was as if he wanted to taste me, all of me, first. All of me except for the generous few inches between my legs.

He kissed my knees, my calves. He ran his fingers under my feet, his lips over them, the tingling sensation reverberating through me in an endless loop.

I was a puppet, his plaything, his victim and that alone fed the sparks under my skin.

No. Not sparks. The sparks had been there since I’d laid eyes on him. This was different. This was more. It wasn’t just sparks. It was matches. Matches and gasoline setting my body ablaze.

"You're torturing me," I said.

One moment he was kissing my thighs and tickling my hips, the next he was at my ear, sucking on my earlobe.

"Am I?" He grinned. "I thought you wanted this."

Next time I blinked he was at my stomach, his tongue running circles around my abs. He was so close and yet so far away.

"I do. But show mercy on me—” He appeared at my neck, my skin trapped between his teeth and I let out a groan. “Just suck me already."

He let go with a chuckle and did a little curtsy and by the next breath I took he was at my cock. His mouth open and ready to receive me.

The next second I was balls deep down his throat and I couldn’t help the moan that shot out of me.

Even when I stopped he’d already moved on to stroking me, his lips puckered around my crown, his warmth making me sensitive all over.

“For a first timer,” I started. “You’re very good at this.” He’d gone back to swallowing me.

This was so different. So different and electrifying and I knew it wasn’t because I hadn’t succumbed to carnal desires in millennia. Even with Ra it hadn’t been like this, not that my husband had lacked in that department. But he hadn’t had the power to stop time. This was a whole new level of pleasure being unlocked right here, right now.

“Do you like that?” he asked and moved through time with ease and grace, bringing my body so close to combustion it was unreal.

“So much.” My voice came out croaky.

“I’ve never done this before. It’s surprisingly sexy," he said and licked my length from root to crown. I had to fist the sheets under me to not scream.

"If only you could feel how it feels on my end,” I stammered.

He started climbing up to me. His gaze flared with desire and I choked on my own passion for him.

“You're still dressed," I said.

“I am,” he hummed and next thing I knew he was naked, pressed on top of me and his tongue was in my mouth.

I barely managed to take a breath when he unfroze me again and found myself choking in his dick.

"Okay, I’ll admit. I'm starting to get into it," he said.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock before he could stop time again. He was so hard and hot. I kept getting snapshots of him thrusting in and out of my mouth for seconds that must have been minutes for him. Drool made my face sticky. The taste of his cock on my tongue sweet and salty at the same time until the seconds started getting longer.

He was gasping. He was close to release and that made his power more erratic. But I didn’t want this to be over.

"I want you to fuck me.” I looked him in the eyes and turned so he wouldn’t fuck my mouth again. Not before he’d fucked my hole.

"What?"

"Why are you shocked?" I asked.

"I don't know.” He shrugged. “Because you're a god?"

I laughed. “What does that have to do with anything?”

"I just assumed you wanted to fuck me ."

I smirked. "Oh, I'd like that very much, but I prefer being fucked. And I want to feel that cock inside me as you bend time all over me."

He swallowed. His Adam's apple flexed.

"As you wish," he said and I found him between my legs the next second.

My hole was wet and cold and the tingly effects rushed straight to my head. He pressed his cock against my hole and I braced myself but it was his finger that breached me.

“You’re so tight, Your Majesty. I need to stretch your puckered hole. And here I thought you’d be a royal slut.”

Even his dirty talk drove me insane, but what drove me closer and closer to the edge were the fingers pushing and flexing all up inside me. One second it was just the one, the next it was all four with his thumb pressing my taint. It felt so good I couldn’t help but groan like a tortured beast.

Halfway through my loudest groan yet, my voice broke and I had to suck in a breath as I came to and found his fingers replaced by his throbbing cock.

“Fuck!” I shouted when I managed to find my voice.

“You like that, my king?” he asked, placing my legs over his shoulders and looking down at me with a wild grin.

“Fuck yeah I do,” I gasped.

Each stroke I managed to feel was like a sword of fire cutting through me, making it impossible for me to move but also to articulate anything other than primal grunts.

It was just short of divine, being fucked in that way. To have no control over my body’s response to being used. It was thrilling and exciting in ways I’d never felt and I never wanted it to stop.

But the more he thrust into me, the more breathless he became, the more fuller moments I spent in his bliss.

Eventually I even managed to find my voice again and matched him moan for moan, curse for curse, creating a symphony of desire.

Before he reached his crescendo, I let go of the sheets and fisted my own cock. It only took two tugs before I was spilling my seed all over my stomach and chest.

Drew watched me, watched me paint my skin creamy white and his eyes rolled back. I could relate. Being fucked after I’d come added another level to my orgasm that couldn’t be described by words.

My Ra could go on forever after I came, all the way until I got hard again and it had been nothing short of magical. But this?

This was something else entirely.

One moment he was grunting, rubbing over my prostate, which made my toes curl, the next I was filled with his hot seed and he was towering over me trying to catch his breath.

“My perfect, sexy witch,” I praised him and he seemed to revel in it.

He stared at me, inhaling, exhaling, our heartbeats pounding for minutes that could very well have been hours but then he appeared at my groin, his tongue lapping up my cum from bottom to the top.

Just when I thought this was over.

He wasn’t done. He climbed up to my lips, pried my mouth open and kissed me, feeding me my cum and his saliva as if it was ambrosia.

“That…that was hot,” he said, collapsing next to me.

I closed my mouth, swallowed everything and turned to face him.

"Indeed it was.”

“I’m so glad you changed your mind,” he said.

I rubbed his chest, soft delicate movements that were as much for him as they were for me. I loved exploring his body. Touch was my thing. Touch and obedience.

“Me too,” I said.

He moaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of my caresses for a moment before he looked at me and pursed his lips.

“What brought the change of mind? I thought you said your heart belongs to another.”

I nodded. “It does. But I think I’ve spent enough time grieving him.”

His brows furrowed. “He’s dead?”

“He…he is.”

“I’m sorry.”

I bit my lip and remembered his gorgeous face. My handsome husband. A part of me wondered if I was only attracted to Drew because of their striking resemblance, but then again after the day we’d just had, getting to know him, I’m pretty sure it’s not just that. I like Drew for who he is.

“Me too,” I said.

"You-you haven't been with anyone else since?"

I shook my head.

"Wow. How-how long has it been? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Thousands of years.” He choked.

“I can’t even comprehend how long that is.”

“That’s probably for the best.” I smiled.

“And you chose me to break your streak?" He blinked.

"You seemed like the right choice," I said.

"Wow! And here I thought you didn't even like me."

"Why wouldn't I like you?" I said, turning his head back toward me and gazing into his eyes.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not the most attractive guy and I'm a bit broken."

"You're not broken, Drew. I don't know why you would think you are, but you're not. You are the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on.”

“After him,” he said.

"After him." I smirked.

“Wow. What was he? A god or something?” I nodded and he hissed. “Goddess, of course I can’t compete with that.”

Being with Drew, being here with him, it made me forget about Ra, even if just for a little bit. And once again, while I should probably feel guilty about that, I'd spent so long grieving him and honoring his memory that it was…liberating to be able to escape his memory, even if for just a second. It made me feel as if I could breathe again after millennia of holding my breath.

"You are beautiful, Andreas,” I said. “You are.”

He smiled and leaned into my touch as I cupped his cheek and drove my lips to his. He still tasted of me and that alone threatened to make me hard again. His skin was soft and sticky with sweat but that didn’t stop me from wanting to lick it top to bottom.

I ran my fingers over his face, over the side of his head, down to his neck and made circles that followed the pattern of his tattoo.

“That’s an interesting tattoo. The power of three. What made you get it?” I asked.

He turned to look at me and pressed his lips together.

“There was this human show when I was growing up. I was obsessed with it. I thought I’d be a kickass witch like the three Charmed sisters when I grew up. They used the symbol on the show to symbolize their power. When I met Sandro, my friend, I paid him a visit. He can ink magical tattoos and I thought maybe I could have something magical to free me, or at the very least keep me safe. Sandro convinced me to go for this. It’s supposed to represent Gene, Yaya, and me. The last of us. He inked it on me with a protection spell. I don’t know if it’s any good considering Gene is not here, but…”

“It’s beautiful either way,” I said.

He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. They remained sad.

"Anyway.” He pulled away after a moment. “I…I need to get ready for work." He sat up.

I mimicked him and watched as he opened the wardrobe and took out a towel.

"What do you do?" I asked.

"I'm a mixologist. I run a cocktail bar in Paternoster Square. It’s a magical café during that day and I take it over at night and make it a magical bar. Java Jinx by day, Moon Jinx by night."

"You make people potions?" I asked.

"In a way, yes. More alcohol, less magic, but pretty much," he said.

"Can I come with you? I'd love to watch you in your element."

He stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Did you say you want to watch me?"

I smirked. "Yeah, that too."

He laughed and threw a towel at me.

"Sure. Come on. If you’re gonna go out into civilization you should probably wash up first.”

"I like the way you think," I stood and pulled him by the hand out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

"Oh. I didn’t mean together," he said.

"Why not?"

“Because if I go into a shower with you I’ll be late.”

“I thought your house existed outside of time and space.”

He shrugged. "Yeah, but it doesn't work that way, unfortunately."

“How does it work?” I asked, dragging him into the shower that already had hot water running just for us.

“I…it…” he started but I got down on my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth and he lost the ability to speak as he grew harder inside me. “I’m…gonna be…so late…” he groaned.

We were, but seeing as he ran the place, it didn't really matter. I let him do his thing and sat at the bar watching him make drinks. Just like at home, he froze time more than he didn’t and still everyone was more than happy with their drinks.

He was truly a magnificent creature, and I couldn't help but think he was the right person to drag me out of my self-induced wallowing lasting over thousands of years.

I watched him make magical potions for everyone who walked through those doors, and he kept supplying me with my very own concoctions that messed up my mind, warmed my heart, and soothed my soul. Wasn’t that the perfect cocktail?

A couple of hours later, a man in a suit walked up to the bar and grabbed Drew's attention. He was a tall white man with messy black hair, thick, sexy eyebrows and a gaze that ate Drew up as if he was a snack.

A growl escaped my lips and both Drew and the stranger turned to look at me.

"Are you okay?" Drew asked.

"I'm fine," I said, staring at the stranger.

Drew bit his lip and leaned in, breaking my line of sight. "Are you jealous?" he whispered.

"Me? Jealous? Of what?”

He didn’t answer. He laughed and went back to serve the attractive man.

When he’d made his drink, a deep dark red concoction that appeared eerily similar to the one he’d made for me at home, he leaned on the bar, turned his back to me and focused on the stranger.

"What's your name, handsome?" he asked and I could picture him being all hot and seductive liked he’d been in bed when he was fucking me.

"I'm Ethan," the guy said, taking the drink in his hands.

Even though I couldn’t see most of Drew, I could see Ethan’s fingers lingering over Drew’s as he tried to take the glass from him.

It lasted a second, two seconds, maybe more. A growl threatened to come out again.

"Nice to meet you, Ethan. I'm Drew, and the man in the corner there giving you the death stares is Sett.” He tipped his head back in my direction and I finally saw the playful smile plastered on his face.

The little shit was toying with me.

Ethan glanced at me and frowned.

"Sett? Like…like the god?"

"Exactly like the god," I growled.

"Nice," Ethan replied and he grinned. "Nice to meet you both. I've heard great things about this place. I'm so glad to finally be able to pay a visit."

"Of course," Drew answered. "And if you need anything, let me know.”

Ethan smiled and handed Drew a card.

“I…I might take you up on that. I’m new to all this. It’s all so overwhelming.”

Drew stopped and cocked his head.

“No way. You’re newly awakened?”

“I am. I didn’t even know I was a witch until a month ago.”

“Well, welcome to the club, Ethan. I’m here if you ever need anything. I know my fair share about witchcraft.”

“Awesome. You’ll be seeing me again,” Ethan said and raised his glass at Drew before walking away.

“Looking forward to it,” Drew said and turned to me. He was so ridiculously amused his face looked all wrinkly. “So…you're the jealous type, huh?"

"No!” I snapped.

"Oh, please.” He rolled his eyes. “We only fucked once and you’re already acting like I’m yours. I don't know if I should run or not."

I glowered. "You could run. You probably should. Or…”

“Or?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Or we could do more of the same?"

Drew grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask," he said.

He brushed my hand with his fingers. The next second he was caressing the side of my face. The promise behind the action, mixed with the use of his power on me sent shivers down my spine, making me hard as a rock.

He really wasn't playing around, was he? He really wanted me.

"Just one more hour, Your Majesty,” he whispered. “And then I'm all yours."

"I'd rather I be yours," I whispered back.

“It’s a deal,” he said and walked away.

Was it my imagination or did he move his hips more deliberately for my benefit?

I groaned.

What had I got myself into?

And why did I want to see it through all the way to the end?