Chapter 6 The Hunter #3
I reached the water’s edge and knelt, scooping some of the clear and surprisingly cool water into the cup of my hand to drink.
I knew Horus could see me, knew he was watching me, and leaned over the pool, practically on all fours, so the back portion of my loincloth fell to the side, exposing even more of me like a resigned prey baring its throat.
I heard the rush of wind as he no doubt used his wings to cut the distance between us, and as soon as he was almost upon me, I scooped more water into both hands and spun about to fling it in his face.
Horus yelped, startled, but wasn’t slowed enough for me to make my escape.
When I tried darting along the bank of the pool, he was still close enough to pounce and tackled me at my knees.
I pitched forward, landing hard in the grass, which momentarily winded me.
I scrambled to right myself but barely managed to turn over, putting Horus’s face between my thighs as he clung to me.
Finding some of the sweat dripping there, he lapped at the slowly traveling drop and followed it higher until his nose buried in my musk with an animal grunt.
I bit back a whine, knowing this was too soon for the chase to end, and hooked my ankles around his chest. I rolled with my entire body, slamming him onto his back halfway in the water, and clambered atop him.
I lunged, sinking my teeth deep into his neck. His renewed yelp was more of a moan now, as he bucked up into the clamp of my hips, and I licked the punctures I had left, whispering, “Some hares bite back.”
I leapt up again while he recovered and took off where I had intended.
I felt him reach after me, fingers brushing my ankle, but I was already gone.
I was exhausted, spurred on only by desire and giving Horus what he needed. He would have some offer for me eventually, I knew, something to tempt me with and divert me from my path, but for now, I was having fun, and he deserved to have some too.
I fled once more into the trees, heading away from the temple. I had a better headstart this time, but Horus had wings, so I listened carefully for their telling whoosh as I veered left, right, left, right, zigzagging sporadically—and saw Meryt through the trees.
I nearly tripped. I couldn’t dare stop, but I had definitely seen him, as if the usual archway had appeared between tree trunks.
He appeared again to my right. To my left. My right. It was a constant cycle of passing Meryt but closer finally, both like and yet so different from when I had seen him passing by Ra’s boat within tomb entrances, because this time I didn’t feel like I was losing him.
I was on the right path. I had to be.
With lungs close to bursting, I knew I had to rest and hid behind a larger trunk to catch my breath. Paused like that, I didn’t see Meryt anymore but imagined him as if just beyond the next bend.
Was this even Kemet, or an oasis in the skies meant only for the gods?
Some of the trees and flowers were like none I had ever seen.
But the tree across from me I knew, a fig tree with a marvelously twisted trunk, thick branches, and a canopy of leaves.
With that, I knew just how to let Horus catch me.
By catching him.
Racing to the base of the fig tree, I started to climb.
As I ascended, I saw the perfect spot to tuck my body in and hide.
I had never climbed anything so fast, but I knew he could appear at a moment’s notice.
I didn’t wait long once I reached my perch, trying to slow my breaths, before I saw the shimmer of blue-black feathers as he flew down through the trees.
He landed, close but thankfully facing away from me. He might not have expected me to climb, but he was a hunter, a bird of prey by nature, and would definitely track me eventually—which was what I was counting on.
Holding as still as I dared, I noted that it was not the best choice to straddle a tree branch without undergarments, especially when hard and soaked in sweat, but the rough texture kept me focused.
Horus turned, looking in my direction now, and started to approach, like he knew I was near but had yet to catch my scent. I shifted slightly to get my feet beneath me—and his head snapped up, instantly spotting me.
I leapt, but so did he, and as I descended to tackle him, he met me halfway, airborne to catch me right out of my launch from the tree.
Horus pinned me against the trunk, still several lengths above the ground, and bit my neck like I had his, starting to lick and scent me with nuzzles of his nose and forehead.
It was so much like how things had been with Seth, and I could imagine them doing this to each other. Perhaps they had, more luridly than the temple had shown it, as build up for when Seth finally demanded more.
Horus’s wings kept us aloft, anchoring us to the tree, as he rutted into my thigh, rough and feral and needy.
He started wrapping his legs up around my waist, and the spring of his cock out of his equally minimal loincloth dragged up alongside mine.
It felt so... normal. I was plagued with sudden curiosity to get a look at it, given the strange members I had encountered so far, yet feeling human did not lessen its welcoming heat.
I would rut too if I could move, but I feared sliding down the trunk, leaving all motion and security to Horus’s wings.
I offered what I could with nips of my teeth and suckling where I could reach.
As he flapped himself higher, bringing his pecs in line with my mouth, he also brought my cock in line with his entrance.
Of course. I should have known this was what he wanted, and as I clung to him, back pressed to the tree, trusting he would keep me steady and safe, I slid my hands beneath the fall of his loincloth. Spreading his cheeks for me, I bumped up between them.
Horus flapped his wings with even greater power, causing us to leave the safety of the tree’s surface and fly higher into its branches. The head of my cock popped inside him with the motion, and I shivered, clinging to him desperately.
We were engulfed in green, surrounded by leaves, much higher above the ground now. The spacing of the branches still allowed for Horus's wingspan, but up in the foliage, leaves began to rain down around us from the disruption of his flapping.
He pinned me once more against a thick branch, digging his fingers deep into my hair, and pressed down upon me to seat himself.
It was slow, as if every new thrust from him was only the slightest bit more than the last, teasing me with the graze of heated flesh along his equally feverish walls.
If not for his grip in my hair, I might have banged my head back against the bark with impatience.
But after a few more futile attempts to sheathe me within him, I realized he couldn’t take me deeper.
Horus was far too tight.
My eyes snapped up, watching his face contort between want and frustration. He and Seth had never completed their union, a tease between thighs, maybe between cheeks like this, but unfinished with a release caught by a hand. And I knew then, I somehow knew, he had never been with anyone since.
Why was he seeking this now? Was he so desperate for the reunion he has been denied that to be with someone who had already been with Seth was as close as he thought he could come to having his beloved the way he desired? Had Horus lost faith in Seth's redemption?
I could not let him lose hope like that, because I could not lose hope. I wouldn't. Even if Horus had been waiting a hundred times longer than I had, he had to hold on to the promise that the waiting was worth it.
Seth would not fail him.
Just as I would not fail Meryt.
As our half-thrusts continued, I adjusted my grip around Horus’s cheeks and slipped my fingers inside, widening where I entered him.
“Yes,” he gasped, head dropping back and mouth open in bliss. “Yes!”
No, I thought and shifted just enough for my head to pop back out of him.
“What are you doing?” he whined, sinking onto my fingers that remained, sun and moon-shaped irises glowing in the shade of the tree. “Take me!”
“No,” I said aloud, trembling even more from the strain in my arms, my back, even simply not knowing what to do with the dangle of my legs, yet I would not let myself enter him again.
Instead, I lapped at his nipple with a slow twirl of my tongue and grazed through the wet left behind with my teeth.
“You do not want it to be me, and so I will give you a taste, an echo of what you once had, and save the rest for the one whom you truly wish to claim you.”
Digging my fingers deeper inside him, thrusting with them and prying him open, I used them to replace my length, though no further than it had gone. With my length itself, I slid along his sac and tender rim.
“Take yourself in hand… where I cannot,” I said, and lapped again at his nipples and nipped with my teeth to distract him—and myself—from our barely-there friction, “and know… that only one man’s seed will ever fill you.”
Horus’s expression when he met my gaze was not that of a predator in pursuit, but one of prey surrendered, of someone lost to the whim’s of fate and the choices of another. He wanted to believe in Seth, but in the end, Seth needed to save himself, and all Horus could do was wait.
I knew that plight well.
“If I, as a mortal,” I said, “can traverse the Duat for even the chance at reuniting with my beloved, surely, you can be strong enough to wait for yours.”
Ready tears flooded Horus's eyes, but he nodded. Gripping himself tight as he had been told, he ground down against the root of my length, rocking me into the bark of the tree with firmer and firmer thrusts. I didn’t worry about the state of my roughened skin, for it was my truest pleasure to bring someone else to rapture, even if our hearts and loins were irrevocably bound to others.