Chapter 3 The Shaper #2
“Would it surprise you, Nakht,” he asked, “to learn that some of the first creatures formed upon this earth were quite like me?”
I stumbled backward, not intentionally, but so startled that I couldn’t not, as he lifted and lifted, not to reveal legs that climbed out of the pool, but a thick singular base truly like a snake that slithered him toward me across the rocks.
Closer and closer he came, but even so, what remained of his tail dangled in the water.
His lower half was five times the length of his torso.
“That,” Geb says, his deep voice echoing against the cavern walls and tall ceiling, “is why I am both Father of Snakes and often depicted with geese and birds of prey. Because in the primordial beginning, great beasts like me roamed the lands, forgotten now but part of the earth’s foundation, before mortals with thought or empathy joined their beastly brethren. ”
He rose taller above me, held up like a cobra about to strike with his tail coiling beneath him until, finally, the last of it left the water.
How Ptah had proven to look, like a moving map of the earth and rivers, would have made more sense than how we portrayed Geb in pictures. He was usually just a man with a goose on his head. Maybe a goose for a head, or with the head of a snake, or a being made of rocks. But not this!
“Do not fret, mortal.” Geb smiled at me again, purposely, I thought, to show off his fangs again. “Should you survive, all will be returned to you.”
He reached toward me with both hands, and in the wrenching motion he made with them, I envisioned myself torn asunder as easily as earthquakes fissured the land.
No such fate befell me, but all of my clothing and adornments fell from me like tinkling, glittering raindrops upon the ground, with the red fabric last of all to flutter upon the rest.
I stood bare before the god of the Earth, as close to my own primordial beginning as a mere mortal could be. But not as primordial as him.
A long, forked tongue slithered out from between Geb’s lips, licking them hungrily as he looked me over. In my astonishment of his form, I had forgotten what was promised that each of the gods would do to me besides tempt.
I stumbled back again, half a step before I could steady myself with a shaky breath. I looked—unable not to—at where Geb’s manhood should be beneath the usual length of torso, but I saw nothing save the smoothness of his scales.
Or rather, there was something, almost like a scar, but too perfectly centered and straight, nestled between a noticeable lack of scales. As I stared at it, I thought I saw it quiver in want to part.
Geb lunged so swiftly to snatch me from the ground that he had me in his arms before I could even look up.
I was being swept away by the beast of all beasts, too weak in comparison to struggle against him.
I couldn’t struggle, for giving myself to the gods was part of my tests.
But what would he do to me, I wondered, as he laid me down upon the coil of his tail?
And was that quivering line upon his flesh starting to open?
“Attention here, Nakht.” Geb lifted my chin with his very human fingers in stark contrast to so much of the rest of him.
The scales he had laid me upon were softer than I expected, or perhaps lined with some of that downy fluff.
He was magnificent in a way, beautiful, but as in awe of him as I was, it was equally as impossible to keep my fear from overpowering me.
Geb looked down upon my quivering body and ran his hand slowly down the length of it.
“You tremble?” he asked. “You fear me?”
“Y-you undressed me, my lord, with a warning that I might not survive this encounter.”
“Mm…” he rumbled, “but by that I meant whether your worth will be proven. You can handle the rest of me, can’t you?”
I honestly couldn’t answer.
As he had been with Anubis, Ptah, and all the other gods to come, I reminded myself that Meryt, somewhere, was watching. I could do this for him and give him a performance like no other with such a partner.
“Should your devotion to the lover you seek not prove worthy, however, perhaps I will not send you to Ammit to devour your soul as punishment, but will devour you myself.” He snapped his teeth, fangs glinting dangerously, as his upper half hovered over me closer.
“And not in the fun way.” He rolled back upright, his movements so very much like a snake’s.
“But until that is decided, I can in the fun way. And will.”
His forked tongue flicked out again, long and alluring.
The stir of excitement from deep within me made me wonder if my time with the gods had made me mad—or the loss of Meryt had.
But stir I did, my cock twitching to attention even before the narrower tip of Geb’s tail grazed my thigh.
Its presence distracted me as Geb lunged down again until his fangs pierced my neck.
But they didn’t pierce so much as prick just on the edge of puncturing and lightly dragged downward, like the teasing promise of where they might prick me elsewhere.
Geb’s tongue slithered up along the cuts with so little sting in its wake that I could imagine them no deeper than scratches, much like the ones left by Anubis’s claws.
“But first,” Geb said in a hissing whisper near my ear, “choose a feather from me to pluck.” Then he lifted enough to put his shoulders and arms, which held the majority of his feathers, within easy reach.
“W-will that not harm you, my lord?” I asked, still fighting to calm my quaking.
“Few things can. Go on.”
I could not falter now, and so I reached up, at first merely touching the blue-black plumage and admiring its softness and how each feather shimmered almost as metallically as his scales. I found one feather that already looked loose, like a bird mid-molting, and plucked it with ease.
Geb took it from me and brought its soft tip to my cheek.
Perhaps to calm me, for I was breathing heavily too—and not yet from pure arousal—he trailed it down the length of my body like his hand had first caressed my skin.
Down my neck, over the slowing heave of my chest, around the coil of his tail resting lazily now across my right thigh, and inward and up where my cock leapt to full mast at its touch.
He repeated this soft, gentle teasing, and again, it reminded me of my time with Anubis, bestial but tender, allowing me to relax. And grow harder. And harder still at the promise of what else he had in store for me.
“There we are. One cannot be tempted if one is filled with terror. But there are benefits to being a beast.” Geb flicked his tongue out again and tucked the feather into one of my braids.
His torso whipped around with sudden motion like the speed of his lunges, at first propelling him taller, and then bringing him down again, more in line with my lower half where he parted my knees.
I let my legs fall open as he descended head first, but I was not prepared for what exactly came next.
He licked the length of me, yes, all up along my ready shaft, but he did not take me into his mouth just yet. He hovered above my tip, letting only his tongue snake free. And snake it did, winding and hypnotic, until its forked tips teased my slit.
I bucked up, and he twirled his tongue around my head. But no more than that, for the fork returned, not only to lap at what was already leaking from me, but to push inside where the leaking emanated with both of his sinuous prongs.
“Oh… ngnn…” I barely formed syllables as I felt his tongue twisting inside me deeper, and started rocking now, unable to keep my hips still. Nothing had ever entered me there before.
He pulled the prongs out of me, and then pressed them back in.
Out. And in. Out. And in. Fucking a new part of me I didn’t know could be breached without pain.
It did almost sting but was accompanied by such a pleasurable sensation, equally tender and strange, that I couldn't stop humping the air in want of more.
Then Geb descended lower, swallowing my cock completely while his tongue continued to penetrate my tip. I couldn't even fathom how deeply his tongue was continuing to go, on and on, all up the length of me, until—
“Ah!”
I knew this feeling, this specific pleasure center inside me that Geb had reached.
But how was he reaching it from up my shaft when it had only ever been caressed before when Meryt or another took me and found it with their length?
Geb’s tongue tickled it, pressed on it, wound around it, making it sing within me like a cacophony of rapture.
It wasn’t even only this singular sensation filling me with heat and want, but the pleasant texture shift of his scales and feathers beneath me, and also on me where the tip of his tail caressed.
I was going to come. It was too much all at once. I was going to come.
“Ah!” I cried again and almost sat up from the sudden—not pain, but it was definitely closer to it than the insertion of Geb’s tongue when he purposely pricked his fangs against my shaft.
Mischief danced in his eyes when I met them, like only a wild beast could offer, and I knew he meant it as a gift, pulling me back from a premature end.
He lifted off me, tongue and teeth retreating too, and slithered lower still to tip my hips back.
Yet again, I thought of Anubis, my first beastly lover, as Geb probed my more expected entrance with his tongue.
While infinitely thinner than Anubis’s, it could breach so much deeper, and he repeated his impossible penetration until he once again reached my nexus of pleasure.
He caressed there once more, pressed on and around that spot again, leaving me quivering with how direct the contact was, like he had broken me open and was toying with that bundle of wondrousness like a beast at play.