Chapter 3 The Shaper #3
I knew before the thought hit me—I'm going to come, I'm going to come—that I wouldn't. He wouldn't let me. And as expected, just before the moment when I might have released, Geb’s tongue retreated, though it did so slowly, ensuring it left me wetted in its wake.
His tail lifted from my thigh, undulating like a dancer to join Geb beneath me, while the midpoint of his tail remained my bed.
I braced myself, hands clutching his scales for purchase.
The tail tip pressed to my entrance, and I felt my panic beginning to ratchet again. Maybe I wouldn’t survive this.
I braced myself for the worst, even as the tail twisted across my pucker more than it entered, and no more so than the length of a knuckle.
“Do not worry,” Geb soothed. “My tail is far too thick to enter you more than this. I have something far better in store for you.”
I let my attention refocus on Geb and less on the actually quite pleasurable rotations of his tail. He slithered higher again, in full view above me—a little too high above me, so that what aligned most with my eyes was the thin line where he had no scales.
It parted like the opening of vertical lips, and out of that intriguing smile, came something equally indescribable.
Impossibly thick, though not quite so much as Geb’s tail, his phallus was a twisted coil like two snakes tightly wound together, covered entirely in fleshy barbs.
As more and more of it revealed itself from that clever pocket, it moved like the rest of his snake form too, almost independently.
Then, when I couldn’t fathom such a thing entering me, the two halves of the coil unwound.
I had a vision suddenly of what Ptah’s beard must have looked like uncoiled within me.
Only this was much larger.
The independent tendrils were each their own monstrous manhood. Still barbed, and still each the size of a man very well-endowed.
“Since I know you are wondering,” Geb said, but even the pull of his sultry voice, low and teasing, could not draw my gaze from his twin cocks, “yes, I will be fucking you with both.”
He and his two-pronged member, like his two-pronged tongue had earlier, slithered back lower to where my entrance had been readied. His tail twisted once more with a final slightly deeper press, and then was gone, leaving my once again panicking mind to wonder…
What of the barbs?
As the first of his cocks began to enter me, I learned very quickly and relaxed in relief. They weren’t sharp or at all hard—at least no more so than the cock itself—but brought with them an unbelievable massaging texture.
“Geb!” I cried, maybe mostly in disbelief. “Oh gods…”
“Yes,” he said, as he took hold of my hips and began pumping me up and down upon it. “And now, for your true temptation.”
What?
Geb swung us up and around, moving with the driving force of his tail to slither us close to the edge of the pool. He continued to pump me upon him, but angled my head so I could see into the water. “Ptah might be the maker, child, but I am the shaper of creation. Look.”
Making a bed of his tail for me once more, Geb no longer needed to hold me as he thrust.
“You could be different. Perfect.” He ran a hand across my shoulder as he spoke, and where he touched, feathers sprouted.
I snapped my attention to my actual shoulder.
There were no feathers. Only skin.
“Watch,” Geb commanded, but it was difficult to focus with his continued thrusting, deeper and deeper within me. The spindles upon him that I had first taken for barbs felt wonderful caressing my inner walls.
Gathering my composure, I returned my attention to the pool’s reflection.
“You could be the you that you always wanted to be,” Geb continued, brushing his hand across my other shoulder, and there my reflection sprouted scales, “even a version you never imagined you could be.” He drew his hand down my chest, and the scales and feathers continued to spread, even if only as a mirage.
It was a strangely enticing offer, to shrug off the constraints of humanity.
But as beautiful as my red-tipped feathers were in contrast to Geb’s blue, with my own black and bronze scales, there was only one blue to my red, only one dusk to my dawn, and I knew this was not enough to tempt me.
“You are beautiful, my lord… and—oh!” I moaned through Geb’s next increase in thrusting. “And… miraculous… but I would not change my form… no more than I would change my beloved’s.”
Geb came, and the heat of him filling me seemed nearly as hot as the steaming pool beside us.
He pulled out immediately to align the second one.
“Not even to become a more perfect you?”
As Geb pushed the second cock into me, right into his own mess of release, he did so slower than he had with the first and tilted my hips back to run his thumbs up my inner thighs.
Where I had a matching set of oft forgotten scars.
I looked to the pool, as Geb tilted our angle enough for me to see that his touch did as I suspected and smoothed my scars away.
“No—oh!” I cried, but the word elongated into a deeper moan as he started to thrust.
The other gods had made no mention of them. Most others I had been with, save Meryt, never noticed them at all, hidden as they were, unless they felt the strange dips and pucker of changed texture, each about the size of a thumbprint.
But the reason I had matching scars was a memory I would never forfeit.
“Not that, my lord,” I answered. “Never that.”
I refused to look at my reflection anymore, for that was not a version of me I wanted to be.
Meryt had very well saved my life the night he gave me the second scar to match the first. I had resented it so much in the beginning.
Not Meryt for adding a second, but that I had allowed myself to become marred at all.
I would have given anything back then to be perfect again, but the resilience I found in my imperfectness—and how to still project what my watchers and takers wanted of me—also gave me the strength to weather so much more.
Without my scars, I would be a different me, a stranger, even more so than if I grew scales or feathers or other miraculous additions to how the gods had first made me.
If I gave up this version of me, I would no longer deserve the version of Meryt I had lost. And if I allowed myself to lose him again, if I traded him for a more perfect me, I would be worse than a stranger but truly a monster.
“I-I am everything… I need to be,” I said, feeling my insides even more sensitive now, and despite being left untouched since Geb’s mouth was on me, my throbbing length pulsed. “I was enough for Meryt… and therefore… I must be enough for me.”
“Oh…?” Geb slid his hands beneath me and turned me upon his second length until I laid forward upon his tail with my back to him.
Fuck. I sagged into the soft scales. I had never before been so raw and open.
He began his thrusting again.
“I-I refused a doll… a fallacy of my beloved,” I spat. But oh, he was driving so much deeper inside me at this angle. “S-so too… do I refuse one of myself… even if shaped by your godly hands.”
Geb growled, and for a moment, I feared I had offended instead of won, but he bent to lick his forked tongue up my spine as he once again spilled his seed inside of me.
As I lay, immobilized by my exhaustion but still hard, he pressed his thumbs into my scars as he more gently thrust through the prolonged spurts of his release.
Though I lay upon a bed of beastly design, my mind drifted to the last time Meryt’s thumbs dug into those divots, and I saw his sweet face in my mind’s eye.
Only to open my true eyes again, head facing the pool, to see my Meryt in the reflection, as if looking down from above.
I glanced skyward, but there was no opening in the cavern ceiling. The pool itself was our conduit this time, and so I looked to it again, to Meryt again, while he watched me like he had with the first two gods, looking flushed with arousal and only too ready to take me next.
Even only as a reflection, I could tell he was closer. I wasn’t imagining it. He was closer. And I drew closer too when I watched his memories, as if each god’s gift of letting me see him proved I was succeeding.
“Now…” Geb pulled out, making it easier on my weary body when he turned me again to lie on my back. I resisted the urge to keep my eyes on Meryt, understanding that Geb wanted my attention.
His slick cocks were coiling together again. They shrunk somewhat in their twisting, but not by much, forming a truly bulbous prick of two halves in one.
I did not like the smirk forming upon Geb’s face, however, for the undulating spiral of his reformed member was not returning to its pocket.
“M-my lord…?”
“Once more? If you can handle it.” He barely said it as a question, but he waited, not yet descending to my entrance.
I looked to Meryt, and the yearning on his face steeled my resolve to give all I was to my gods and to him.
I returned my attention to Geb with a nod.
Like yet another lunge from a striking snake, the spiraled cock entered me with such sudden, impressive girth that my eyes watered instantly.
Had I ever taken so much before? I had been shared at the same time, but only the other’s tip had entered before the first finished.
Meryt had accompanied his cock in me with toys, but those too had been far smaller than this.
“Fuck!”
Geb hadn’t touched my cock since the beginning of this skewering, but as much as my insides felt close to bursting the deeper he penetrated, my cock was close to bursting too.
He thrust inside me slowly, giving me ample time to stretch and engulf him, but when he paused, not fully inside me yet, like he doubted I could take him, I wanted the last of him so badly for Meryt’s viewing that I thrust upon it myself—and turned my head to meet my lover’s gaze.
“Ahhh!” I came. Finally, I came. For the moment Geb was fully seated and I saw Meryt’s eyes widen as he witnessed it, I could no longer hold back.
Geb began a slow, steady rocking within me, and I didn’t know how it was possible, but every fresh graze of my tenderized walls with his barbs, his doubled length filling me as much as I had ever been filled, sprang a new ribbon of release from my shaft.
Again and again, faint echoes of my peaked pleasure followed, leaving me helpless against the rolling bliss until finally, finally, it began to be too much.
“My lord, please—”
Geb finished, with new spurts from both his tips spilling and filling me.
I thought Meryt looked positively proud as his eyes met mine, and he licked his lips just as luridly as Geb had at the start of this.
I blinked, and the next ripples in the pool left nothing but a reflection of the rocks.
Soon, I promised Meryt in my mind.
Soon.
“So few can handle the culmination of me,” Geb said in quiet… awe? Of me? I was too tired to debate if I had guessed right, but as he left me a gaping, spent and sticky mess, he tilted my head to look at him instead of the pool. “Nakht, I ask you—”
“Don’t. Do not ask, my lord, for I can already tell you my answer will be no, tempted though any mortal would be. For you are truly wondrous, but you are not my Meryt.”
Such a strong and beastly figure should not look so somber, but the expression was gone as quickly as I perceived it, and Geb bent close, at first licking my neck over the scratches he had left earlier, and then pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my cheek.
No more words were exchanged as Geb’s tail shifted beneath me, carrying me to the pool and carefully lowering me into it.
Without anything to truly cleanse me, I felt instantly refreshed and made new, with all of Geb washed away, and my aching body easing too.
As he entered the pool after me, tail coiling and coiling and coiling until the last of it was beneath the water too, I knew this was a gift, a moment of rest before I had to move on.
I lounged peacefully until Geb finally spoke.
“I must ask.”
“Yes, my lord?” I looked to him, an arm’s length from me. There was a base, a rock, something that I sat upon, but I wondered if it had been conjured just for me, for Geb’s tail would need the pool to be bottomless to fit it all.
“How did you refuse?” he asked. “You are not the first to go through similar trials, different though the others’ goals may have been. None has ever surpassed me.”
I was not surprised, but that also made me wonder if other companions of his were off in other caverns.
“I suppose as mortals we often seek a different version of ourselves than what the gods originally granted us. For many, I understand why. But in my case, had I given in to your temptation, it would have been for vanity alone. I am not immune to its call, but it helps to have another who sees you as perfect just as you are. I did not fail here, and I will not fail with any who come after you.”
Geb nodded, smiling cryptically as he said, “We shall see.” Then he laughed, and it seemed the very core of the earth trembled in its wake.
Ominous though that sounded, I let myself relax for as long as this reprieve would be granted to me.
I knew Geb understood my loss. In the creation myths, he and his twin sister Nut had been forced apart, Nut to make the sky and Geb the earth, leaving room between them for life to flourish.
Geb's tears over their separation formed the earth's bodies of water, including hot springs.
Sad as that story was, I was glad to have discovered the tales of his jovialness were also true, for it was said his laughter was so boisterous, it could cause the earth to quake.
I closed my eyes as I sank just low enough in the water for my chin to barely keep above its surface. I might have even dozed off, if but for a moment, because the next thing I felt was a lick at my hand.
I looked, catching the brief sight of a white cat trotting out of view behind a nearby rock.
Time to go, eh, Pasht?
But where? There was no archway this time.
“Do you think you are ready for what comes next?” Geb asked.
Time to go it was. “Yes,” I said, “I am.”
“Then hold tight, Nakht, for now, you leave the primordial to head up.”
Up, I thought? But before I could voice the question, the base I sat upon propelled me upward as if loosed from a slingshot toward the cavern’s ceiling.
I covered my head with my arms, but no collision came. When I dared peek past them, the rocks above me had parted to make way. I wasn’t airborne, but moving upon something solid. I had not been propelled after all. Geb had commanded the earth beneath me to move.
As I shot higher and higher toward what I could only imagine would be the open sky, I soon found myself blinded again, as though once more I had stepped through an archway toward my next trial.