Chapter 7 The Scholar #3
I knew it was phrases more than single words, for each time he finished one, he paused, just for a moment, and it was like a spell was cast. The words flared with heat and an even more intense pleasure, as if becoming part of me.
Whether over a naturally sensitive patch of skin, like near my nipples or down my stomach, up my neck or across my cheeks and forehead, the same ecstasy compounded again and again, even when the initial scrawling of a phrase pained me.
I was close to coming before Thoth moved to my legs.
I felt no embarrassment like I had with Anubis, not yet understanding back then how the gods would tempt me, so I allowed the pleasure to course through my veins, enjoying Thoth’s strange scrawling, and the salute of my cock in answer to it.
Was the prerelease building at my tip enough to smear his work when it dribbled down my length to the skin beneath my navel? Or was I truly being tattooed?
Such lasting marks were usually only for women, either as protection for childbirth or in other rituals.
Meryt's mother had borne many: on her lower back and abdomen and across her shoulders.
I had witnessed a few placed upon female dancers when they became pregnant, so I knew there could be pain, both great and merely enough to grit one's teeth over, and I thanked my time with Seth that any such pain was a mere nuisance to me now. And again, it kept melting into bliss.
I was panting before long, in a dizzying haze.
“I am a fan of your poetry, you know.”
“Huh…?” It was difficult to focus, but I allowed myself to look at Thoth since he had moved to my thighs, slowly, oh so slowly, creeping upward where he had not yet written.
“Your poetry. You have come a long way since the boy who tried finding a romantic rhyme for fig.”
I suppressed a laugh, for I remembered that poem.
It was the first one I had written about Meryt, wanting to confess my theft of his figs when we were boys.
I never did confess, not until I knelt beneath his corpse.
I never showed him the poem either, hating how it had turned out.
One of the few sensible things that rhymed with fig was big, after all, and as an adolescent at the time, I easily could have gone the bawdy route.
Perhaps the reality was worse.
I wronged you once with an act of theft
But grew to adore you with all I had left
Your plump purple lips like the skin of a fig
And dark dazzling eyes so enchantingly big
I certainly hoped I’d gotten better since then.
“Your reunion poem needs work as well.”
“My what?” I was trying harder to focus, but I didn’t know what he meant. “I haven’t been writing any poem.”
“Haven’t you?” Thoth paused to meet my gaze.
“I… suppose I have thought about it.”
“With me, that is enough. The god of secrets knows all that is to come too.” Thoth returned to his work, leaving me much to think about—not that it was easy to think as he moved higher and higher between my thighs.
He had written on me everywhere else by now, even the tops of my hands and feet, but he was circling ever more center toward the most sensitive parts of me yet.
Surely, he wouldn’t—
Without pause, Thoth’s reed pen’s prickling continued onto my sac.
I whined, hips bucking up in answer, and cock curving evermore upright.
“Almost finished, and then I can help you with that,” his lyrical voice assured me.
I was certain that he would, but less certain of what came with it or afterward.
By the time Thoth was scrawling up the underside of my length, I was struggling to not tremble and disrupt the strokes of his pen.
Unlike with the rest of me, writing on one side did not imprint the same words on the other, so when he reached my tip, he dipped the pen into my slit, mixing my prerelease with his never-ending ink, before he continued writing up the other side.
It bounced into his strokes, completely independent of my attempts to keep still, but Thoth seemed undeterred and quickly finished at my base.
“There we are. You are complete. Now rise and move to the reflecting glass.”
Rise? It was not an easy task when a different part of me had already risen.
I struggled to obey, allowing myself to shudder and twitch now that he was done, and taking in gulps of breath to still my frantic heart. My knees quaked as soon as my weight was placed upon my feet, but I made it as directed, step after step, to the glass with my double displayed in it.
As expected, I was utterly covered in hieroglyphics, like a human scroll, barely recognizable as myself. I had not known what to expect of the phrases Thoth had written, but in my wildest imaginings, it was not this.
Scared of being unworthy.
Frustrated with his lot in life.
Hates it when Meryt leaves a mess.
Loves watching another’s hands on Meryt’s skin.
Sometimes wants those others’ hands cut off.
“What is this?” I asked. It was all things I had felt, my deepest, private musings, many I had never said aloud. Some I couldn’t read for how they were angled, but I knew it was all true, brought out of me by the god of secrets himself.
“Will you still seek your beloved with all your truths laid bare?” Thoth asked, having followed me, his reed pen left on the table.
My eyes traveled to more of the visible phrases.
Resented Meryt when they met.
Would kill for Meryt now.
The last I read was scrawled upon my cock.
Fears he would hesitate to die for Meryt the way Meryt died for him.
That one shamed me to read, but it too was true. Deep down, I might never believe I am worthy of Meryt, but I knew I would stand in judgment anyway, bare and honest before him, before our gods, each and every one, and anyone else too if I had to.
“Yes,” I said, “because though I have not spoken all of this aloud, I would. I would keep none of it from him because our love means I believe he would accept all these secrets and still love me in return. I might not think I am worthy of him, but he believes I am, and that is enough.”
The pictographs faded from my skin, startling me with their sudden departure after all the work that had gone into writing them, but just as I smiled, believing I had passed Thoth’s trial, new words appeared in their place with a flash of bronze light.
“Ah!” the intensity that accompanied their arrival nearly brought me to my knees, cock springing further upright again, but Thoth caught me around my waist to steady me.
These new phrases all seemed to be gibberish.
“I-I don’t understand. What is this now?” I asked.
“More truths,” Thoth said, smoothing his hands up and around my shoulders, with his crescent moon eyes peeking at me around my visage in the reflecting glass, “but these are ones you do not know.”
“I cannot read any of them.”
“Because they are things you do not know,” he repeated, almost chastising but with a hint of humor.
He dragged his hands further down the front of my chest, and his caressing of the words felt like the tingling touch over a fresh burn.
My cock was absolutely throbbing, begging to have some of the building pressure released.
“But you could know them. You could know them all, Nakht.”
Once his hands reached my navel, he slid them up again, then around my waist from beneath my arms and lower down my hips until his right hand grasped my upright length.
I bucked into his hold, so close to the brink already from his scrawling and these newly appeared phrases.
Where had Thoth’s clothes gone? I could see glimpses of his body behind me, and there was nothing upon him any longer save his wrist cuff, ring, and the threads and beads in his braid.
“These, Nakht…” He slid his other hand behind me and pressed on my lower back, urging me to bend forward. I did, lower and lower, until I risked toppling headfirst into the glass and had to brace myself upon it with my hands.
I watched Thoth align himself behind me and felt his heat begin piercing between my cheeks.
“These are secrets about you, Nakht. About everything. Secrets of the universe that affect all mortals in all ages past, present, and yet to come.”
He entered me as slowly as he had scrawled upon my skin, quaking me all over, for I was already near to bursting from the strokes of his hand that a single thrust might end me.
“These secrets are the answers to everything you have ever wondered.” Thoth snapped his hips to fully seat within me, and I knew not how my release didn’t erupt.
“Ohhh…!” I wanted to press my forehead to the cool glass too, desperate for some kind of relief.
He started to move, just as slowly as he had done everything else, fucking and fondling me while I bore witness to it all like watching someone else. We were beautiful together, moving in sync. Not even the phrases upon my face detracted from the sight of our coupling.
“I could make you a seer, Nakht… an avatar of my power… able to see into the souls of all mortals, so all secrets, every secret, would instantly be known to you.”
The glowing of the hieroglyphics began to alternate, taking on that bronzy hue like a freshly pressed brand and tempting me to wonder what each of them said.
Whenever one pulsed, my cock plumped harder in Thoth’s grasp, for it was as inflaming and intense as when they had first appeared or when he had first marked me with the tip of his pen.
My body was already so heightened, but with the glowing phrases bringing their own ricochets of pleasure, faster and faster as their glow shifted, as if moving around my body, it was starting to become too much—too much!
I needed to come!
But I couldn’t. In any other situation, I absolutely would have come by now, but I couldn’t. Somehow, I was being held captive right at the precipice.