Chapter 5 The Warrior #3
Seth pulled me the smallest bit closer, leaving my scalp close to stinging, and said, “Tell me I’m beautiful.”
I blinked, surprised at first, but how could someone lost for so long in solitude not need reassurance.
“You are very beautiful, my lord,” I spoke honestly, for I had seen so many godly faces of varying design and knew well how beautiful the strangest of them could be, “as much like this as with your human features.”
He leaned closer still, and though I felt the sharpness of his forked tail touch my shoulder, I dared not look away from his face. “Tell me I am desirable.”
The tail started wrapping around my bicep. “Y-you are infinitely desirable, Lord Seth.”
“Tell me… you like the way this feels.”
I hissed as the tail wound tighter and tighter and its sharp ends slipped beneath my dancer’s top and sliced across my nipple. “Ah!” It hurt and yet sent a shiver through me that instantly made my cock twitch. “I-I… like the way that feels, but—”
“But?” Seth snapped his skull-like teeth at me, and though it otherwise looked like that of an antelope, I saw that he also had fangs.
The tail forks slid back along my wounded nipple, which was wet now, I could feel it, dribbling a bit of blood. The way the tail soothed where it had sliced further hardened my cock. That was his game then, one I had rarely played, the balance between pleasure and pain.
So be that too. I only hoped any tilt in that balance was more toward pleasure so I could give my Meryt a show he would enjoy.
“I like the way that feels,” I said again, and left it at that.
Seth’s tail pulled out from beneath my top and unwound from my arm, but my relief was short-lived, for the tail immediately moved to the edge of my loincloth.
Using his grip on my hair, Seth pushed me away to reposition me and sat up so his feet fell over the edge of the bed.
“Sit taller,” he commanded, and once I did, he pulled me down closer to his lap again and parted his knees.
I looked up at him in question as he coaxed my head down, and he nodded.
Pushing the red fabric up his thighs, I knew not what to expect from a son of Geb, and true to Seth’s proven nature, his manhood was unique.
I met its rise from between his thighs with a stroke of my fingers.
His medium-dark skin, a touch darker than mine, was redder here, almost purple in places, and its texture was…
like bone. Actual bone, though almost like a spinal column, with small ridges, and then larger ones, woven into its elegant shape.
Most unique, though also a reminder of Geb’s, was its doubled nature.
Not quite the thick winding of two phalluses, but Seth’s tip parted into two barbs, two fork ends, similar to his tail.
While I bent lower to have my first taste of Seth’s double-pronged head leaking prerelease from two slits, I felt his tail wrap around my thigh like it had my arm.
It twisted higher, wound tighter, as I swallowed Seth’s length, feeling its firm ridges tenderize my throat.
His cock prongs at least were soft, malleable, pleasant even to feel wriggle and tickle inside me, like I imagined they would tickle elsewhere very soon, but his tail…
His tail drew its sharp ends up along the mound of one of my cheeks, and then sliced faster toward my crease.
I whined, feeling an instant bubble of blood just like from my nipple, and inadvertently swallowed Seth deeper. His forked tail started moving closer to my entrance.
I whined again, this time in panicked protest, struggling to lift up. Seth’s hand was still in my hair, less tight and unforgiving but present. I blinked at him with moisture in my eyes, an added plea.
The tail retreated, and Seth moved his hand from my hair to cup my cheek, lifting me off of him. “Yes?”
“M-my lord,” I panted, “that hurts.”
“Does it?” he asked in a low rumble.
It… did, didn’t it? But it also didn’t, which was difficult to explain, and very different from how Ra’s cold and heat had dabbled in contradiction. How could Seth’s cuts be so borderline close to painful without crossing the threshold?
And would it?
Seth lifted me up enough to better reach beneath my top.
Though his nails were also sharp, where he ran his claws over my raw nipple, I saw the blood that had spilled fade, as if time had rewound to before he sliced it.
He played with it then, keeping the nipple pert with tender brushes of the pad of his thumb.
Seth reached his other hand back beneath me, seeking the slice his tail had made there. He repeated the act of toying claw tips, and I felt the wetness from the blood dry and fade once more. He danced those claws further between my cheeks, and his sharp tail followed.
“That snake out there is not the only one who renews each day,” Seth said.
The tail sliced, close to my pucker, and I cried out, yet his fingers were just as fast, petting and swirling through the blood to heal the cut. The healing stung too, but only a little, and quickly melted into a bliss that I knew I couldn’t achieve without feeling the pain first.
His tail tip, sharp end and all, started to enter me, and though it hurt—it did, it did—his fingers joined it, mixing the pain with the intense pleasure that made the rest so worth it.
“F-fuck,” I uttered as a tear streaked down my cheek.
“Fear not, Nakht, child of the mortal realm, dancer of Pharaoh’s court, and one half of a whole you still need to prove you deserve…
” He said it with derision, like he doubted I could succeed, but the tenderness, the hope hiding within his fierce nature was there too.
“If it ever does hurt enough that you wish for me to stop, you need only speak one word.”
“What word, my lord?”
Seth grinned. “Lettuce.”
He pushed from the edge of the bed and sank to the floor with me.
His fingers dislodged, but his tail was still inside me, filling me with fear again at what it might do as it climbed higher without the added balm of his touch.
Only I still felt that healing balm mixing with the sting, like it was Seth’s will that controlled it, not his hands.
With another shove, he knocked me prone, but my knees were still bent, lying me backward on my folded feet.
“M-my lord, this—”
Seth stared at me, red eyes glowing bright as ever, his skull face somehow questioning, like offering an eyebrow raise without any actual change in expression.
No, I thought. It didn’t hurt. It ached and tingled, but it didn’t hurt.
I nodded.
“Good. Now, Nakht… tell me you want me to ruin you.”
With me bent, my cock was sprung upright like a bow drill sticking out of a hearth, and Seth descended toward it, skeletal maw opening, fangs and all. “Oh please ruin me, my lord,” I beseeched.
He swallowed me like Apophis had nearly snatched me from Ra’s bed.
I bucked up into the tight wetness of his mouth. My ankles and knees burned from the strain, but Seth’s mouth was… it was… like the balance found when Ra’s celestial cold and searing heat combined. Even the graze of his bony fangs while he sucked me felt indescribably good.
I was still shaking; I had never stopped, fear and arousal mixing now like a potent drug.
Seth pulled off of me, gripped the fold of my legs and rocked me, first forward and then back, releasing my ankles from being trapped beneath me, and folded me the other way.
He tilted my hips, stretching my feet above my head, until he was literally folding me in half.
“M-my lord,” I sputtered again, “I cannot bend this far!”
“You can,” he said, like a crimson canopy above me, monstrous and menacing and yet equally as alluring, “unless you need to speak the word?”
Did I?
I shook my head, and with renewed resolve, gave myself to the ache. It wasn’t only my stubbornness that spurred me on. It did feel good, so strangely, insanely good, without ever becoming too much even when I expected it to.
But it was also like being bisected. Seth was contorting me like he had Osiris, mimicking the dismemberment. Was it therapy for him, revenge in some way, or mere madness?
His tail was still moving within me, leaving little nicks up my walls that healed as soon as they were created. The inherent danger that I could be torn apart if Seth chose to do so filled every part of my body with anxiety, yet somehow made me want more. More.
More.
Seth brought the prongs of his head to my entrance, and I felt again how they wriggled seemingly independent from the rest of him.
I felt it so much more acutely being folded like this, exposed to him as bared open as possible, but the massaging of those softer prongs as he entered me, where I had already been wounded and healed, burst a loud moan from my lips.
Seth’s tail tore out of me like a retracting lash in the same instant that his ridged and hard as bone cock pierced me.
I screamed, for the intensity of that brief agony was only matched by the ecstasy that followed it.
As he started to pump inside me, his tail returned to my stretched rim, teasing with more temporary cuts along my sensitized skin.
I was at his mercy, but even though I could have spoken the word to end this, I knew I did not want to.
Oh gods, I didn’t want to.
“Tell me,” Seth commanded, shimmering above me, and drawing my attention from out of its haze, “that the pleasure is worth the pain.”
“It is!” I answered without question. “Oh, it is, my lord.”
“Tell me that I am worth the fear you feel toward me.” His human face was flickering in and out of view, overtaking his skull head and horns, like the bestial part of him and the man were as much in contention with each other as his offerings of pleasure and pain.
“You are not so frightening,” I said. “Intense… but worth every misconception.”
He nuzzled his sometimes snout into my neck, fangs pricking me, followed by his tongue lapping over the cuts. “Tell me… that I am worthy of your love.”