Chapter 4 The Shifter #3
Deep blue and thickly veined, I had to widen my mouth to its limit to take it all.
The little curl at the end of its head teased my throat, and although that might have incited me to choke, I felt Ra’s form shift again, all around and beneath me.
He remained blue, but the horns that had been grazing the tender skin of my inner thighs vanished.
His length lost that extra appendage and some of its girth for a human shape, and his plush tongue was human now too, more pliable and dexterous as he continued to suck me.
I sucked him just as eagerly, noting that the one constant was his taste, whether from his mouth or this bubbling prerelease. If sunshine had a flavor it would be these drippings, like honeyed dew and the warmth of dawn.
Each lap and swallow also filled me with energy, easing any strain in my arms and legs. I could have come right then between his eager lips, but I knew we were far from finished.
I licked the length of him and breathed upon his human-like, but blue-tinged tip. “I need no Pharaoh either, nor a man of station or blessed visage.”
Ra reacted to my words by letting another of his forms fade, becoming his most human self yet with brown skin and a fan of black hair beneath him, long enough for me to see its return, even positioned as we were.
I pulled from between his lips and shifted around once more to take in the sight of him. He was beautiful, and to see such a ravishing man, who I knew could be a god of many faces, turn over in kind and lift onto his knees, presenting himself to me, was beyond humbling.
I raised Ra’s tunic to reveal his backside and gripped his hips. I could see the heavy hang of the brown cock between his thighs dripping onto the daybed, so I gathered some of that heady liquid and used it to feel the stretch of him, for like this, he seemed so mortal.
I needn’t have worried though, for he rocked upon my fingers with a grunt, sheathing them inside him. When I didn’t immediately thrust with them, he tried to rock again, but I pulled my fingers away. I wouldn’t let him rush me, just like I had denied his other entrance.
“Partnership also means patience.”
Instead of with my fingers again, I pierced Ra’s hole with a jut of my tongue.
He grunted again and rocked back on that too.
As expected, the same honeyed taste was here. I licked deeper for it, for its radiating heat and energizing flavor. There was something cosmic hiding within Ra, not yet revealed to me in his other forms.
I lifted up, fully ready to take him now and unravel his mystery, when I spotted something to the right of us, just an arm’s reach away.
A feather.
One of Ra’s own feathers, blue-black and beautiful.
“Tell me,” I asked, circling my thumbs around his rim. “Do you love all your aspects, Amun-Ra?”
He looked at me over his shoulder, black hair tumbling about his shoulders like an ebony curtain. “Do you love yours?”
I circled his rim again. “Enough to deny Geb the chance to change me.”
Ra smiled, hips moving subtly to press against my fingers, but I kept them just outside from entering him. “Each new edition of my great enigma, birthed from your worship, elates me.”
I spread his hole open and licked inside him again as deeply as I could.
He whined, breathy and satisfied. His voice was the other thing about him that never seemed to change.
“I hoped you would say that.”
I picked up the feather. I circled his rim first with my tongue. Then with a finger. Then with the feather’s soft, delicate ends.
Ra shuddered, brown skin flickering between that shade and blue.
I traced the feather down and around his sac.
His form flickered again, sometimes enough that I thought I saw the feathers return to his arms, or his horns back on his head.
I continued with the feather all down the length of him and through his prerelease so he felt it at his slit.
Another roar sounded from somewhere far away.
Definitely a roar that time. But from what?
The disappearance of Ra’s cock drew my attention back to him. He was still shifting, almost constantly, and while briefly in his form with a single entrance like that of a falcon, I twirled the wetted feather around that rim too.
“Nakht,” Ra growled like a command, and in it I heard an echo, an overlap of another voice. He faded once more to human, throbbing cock returned, and looked over his shoulder again, this time in appeal, as the authority in his voice faded. “Please?”
Knowing when to ask for something was a part of partnership too.
I dropped the feather and aligned myself with this version of his entrance. The heat was as searing as his mouth had been, but as it enveloped me, my mind drifted to the one I longed for more, wondering when I might receive the gift/curse of Meryt watching us.
I thrust inside Ra, and he met me with equal fervor.
Where was Meryt?
Where was he this time?
“Tell me, Nakht,” Ra asked with little gasps of pleasure littering his words, “if you need no godly visage… no Pharaoh—ah!—no more than what is offered… what if you could be Pharaoh instead?”
“I-I—” As I tried to think, Ra rocked against me harder, face filling with unexpected mischief as he watched me over his shoulder.
“You would be the one serviced by others. You would have the power, leading a kingdom whose reign would never see a sunset.”
“But I… need no such power or to be serviced by others.”
“Imagine how you might serve others then, even your fellow slaves longing to be free.”
I toppled forward, chest falling flush against Ra’s back, and as I moved my hand from his hips to his arms to steady myself, where my fingers brushed his skin, the brown smeared away like paint.
A jolt of increased pleasure shot through me. This was not the same as when he changed forms. What was this?
I smeared more of the paint from his arms, and beneath the brown was the same swirling celestial majesty as his hair when it first tumbled from out of his crown.
Another unexpected jolt coursed through me. It was like… like what absolute freedom must feel like.
“Yes,” Ra hissed, sounding like the echo of distant galaxies too with that overlap, both deep and higher pitched in its melding of voices.
While more and more of Ra’s “paint” sloughed off, whether I touched it or not, so too did the flat black of his hair return to shimmering splendor.
“Power has privileges,” he said.
My body went limp, surrendered to the amplified pleasure caging me.
The intensity of being inside this version of Ra was like riding euphoria made into a man.
It was what I imagined Pharaoh must feel like all the time, standing above all, wielding absolute power, catered to, and beloved, second only to the gods.
A flash of light caught my attention from the walls of the cavern we passed.
Was the boat moving faster? It all seemed to be going by in a blur, yet I could see torchlight, tomb entrances we passed up at this level now too, not only down along the cavern floor.
Each time we went by one of those entrances…
I saw Meryt looking out of it.
I sat upright in alarm, completely still despite Ra’s thrusting back against me. Meryt had been so close before, but he was farther away now, distant, like I was losing him all over again each time we passed him.
“Here. Let me show you.”
The lure of Ra’s voice drew my eyes to the cosmos in his hair and skin, which was all of him now, like a figure from the void, and suddenly, I was transported.
I sat on Pharaoh’s throne, dripping with jewels, gold, and finery.
The vast audience chamber was filled with people, all on one or both bended knees, bowing to me in reverence.
I could still feel the pleasure from my coupling with Ra through the vision, but more disorienting, was that it was as though I looked out of new eyes and saw myself on the throne like a reflection.
I was commanding all slaves to be freed, commanding my generals, my priests, and noble court to distribute their wealth more evenly among those who had little, and the people loved me for it.
A sense of pride filled me, for I was the cause of their joy, their salvation.
I would reign for decades, centuries, never aging, never growing sick, beloved by everyone, while ruling over the most prosperous time in Kemet’s history.
Avatar of the gods, untouchable and adored.
“Yes,” I heard from Ra’s doubled voice.
Pharaoh? Me? The gods emissary on earth, ruling a kingdom with no end?
It was a life I only could have dreamed of as a boy.
It was the dream of all slaves, to one day be set free, and not just to exist as we were with a new title but to have some power finally where, in our lives as they were, we had none.
And always did we promise we would elevate our fellows if we could. We would free them too.
I could free them. I could make it so no one would have to go through the hardships Meryt and I had just to eke out the smallest bliss for ourselves where we could find it.
It seemed more selfish to not choose that, and yet, beside me, I had no consort, no partner, no love, for if I accepted this offer…
I would lose Meryt forever.
“No.” I pitched sideways, returning to reality with a jarring tumble.
As I landed on the daybed, I hoisted Ra up to stay connected with me, so he was riding me while seated, still facing away from me.
To my left now, I could see off the boat, and to my right, was the deck—where an archway had manifested in front of the captain’s chair, with Meryt watching us closer once more but still farther than he had been with Geb.
Damn. I lost ground by being tempted.