Chapter 8 The Many #4
We unhooked our loincloths and tossed them aside as I settled in front of Osiris, and Nakht tucked in behind me. I lifted Osiris’s legs, tilting his hips back, but being able to see more clearly the swaths of gold painted upon me where our cocks had collided, I knew I had to have more of it.
I stroked through Osiris’s golden prerelease, eliciting a gasp from him. It was so silken and hot that it would be a waste to not use it. Gathering as much of it as I could, I stroked myself with it too, coating myself in gold.
“Fuck! Nakht… you must take some too.”
Having waited for me to get into position, Nakht reached around me now with both arms as if planning an embrace, only it was first to stroke Osiris, coaxing another gasp from him and for more of that fluid to bubble from his tip.
Then Nakht stroked me, and oh, I had missed his touch, even when time had ceased to have meaning.
As my head lolled to the side, Nakht bent his head closer and stole another kiss.
I wanted to share more of Osiris’s godly drippings and pulled from Nakht long enough to lick my fingers, then offered them for him to lick them too. We reconnected as heatedly as before, sharing the golden fluid that now tasted like honey.
There were smears of it on our faces when we parted, like a lurid mimic of the golden paint on our eyes and between Nakht’s thighs over his matching scars.
Nakht leaned away finally to coat his own length. The god beneath us remained ever patient, a willing participant to succumb to all we wanted. He was our papyrus, and while he had offered us the paint, we were his brushes.
I felt the entrance of the god of the underworld with my slick fingers, but while I slid them inside to check and prepare him, I leaned against Nakht, with both of us on our knees. I couldn’t see Osiris in the reflection, only the two of us.
Osiris moaned as I twisted my fingers in deeper.
He was more than ready without added preparing, no stranger to this act or at least easily malleable.
Most of the gods were, I recalled, from what I had watched of Nakht.
Oh, to be part of this with him now, while bedding the very god I had always adored for his story of love having conquered death.
I removed my fingers to spear inside Osiris, the shift in position presenting myself to Nakht, who gripped my hips and checked my readiness too.
The all-encompassing heat from Osiris, his tight insides, and the coating of his gold upon me made my first full thrust inside him almost too searing to stand. Yet it cooled and calmed right when it might have become too much.
I thrust again, and Nakht’s fingers followed me, widening my entrance like he had so many times before.
I needed no preparing either, for I was ready, ever ready for my dawn, having been with him what was…
days, hours, moments ago in so many ways.
I was ready and thrust harder into Osiris and back against Nakht’s fingers to prove it.
Nakht was there the next instant, and when he filled me, it was like a part of me that was always incomplete without him was suddenly whole.
“Nakht!”
His slam drove me all the deeper into Osiris. My eyes fluttered, barely able to keep focus on our reflections with how searing Nakht felt too, increasing the heat all through me.
Nakht thrust again, and again I rocked harder into Osiris, trapped now in the pace Nakht set with our trifold connection.
I wanted to somehow keep my eyes on Nakht’s blissful expression while also acknowledging Osiris, for though a temporary third to our entwined duo he may be, no one who shared our love should be neglected.
With Nakht’s next thrust, I looked down at the green god and slid my hands up the backs of his thighs to tilt him back further. The change also tilted me, allowing Nakht to enter me deeper.
He thrust again, and Osiris was so folded from my momentum into him that his lips parted in a breathless cry.
I opened my mouth to ask if he was well, only for his white eyes to suddenly lock on mine.
He grasped the back of my neck like he might drag me into a kiss, but as tempted as I was, he let me decide the trajectory, and I latched onto the sinew of his throat.
The guttural grunt from Nakht behind me was encouraging.
With Nakht guiding our thrusts, I started to better move with them, into them, keeping in sync.
Osiris’s metallic skin tasted as cool and honey sweet as his prerelease.
His moans and grunts began to match those of Nakht, overwhelming mine only because my mouth was occupied kissing and nipping down his neck.
Of course Osiris felt no pain being contorted, for he had already known what it was like to be in pieces.
Again, I thought how much I wished I could see both him and Nakht in the same view, but I would accept being pinned between them, taking and being taken, with the heat from Osiris’s gold cresting and subsiding like rolling waves.
A louder, startled moan from Nakht sprang me upright, and with the arch of my back, the angle of Nakht within me felt even deeper.
And Osiris was in the mirror behind Nakht!
I snapped my attention back to the body beneath me, but Osiris hadn’t moved.
He remained folded there, still taking my thrusts with increasing rapture in his expression.
But when I looked up again, he was also behind Nakht, and I knew from the added ecstasy blossoming on Nakht’s face that somehow the Osiris there was entering him.
I looked down. Looked up again. There were two of him, with the one in the reflection fucking Nakht to continue our chain.
My own startled cry tore from my throat. I didn’t know if Osiris was truly doubled because of my wish to see him and Nakht together, or simply that, having been dismembered before, his parts could be wherever he wished, even at the same time.
We were a rising tide of interconnected bodies, and Osiris’s miracles were far from over.
Regardless of where my eyes landed, mostly watching our reflections now, I could see and feel Osiris in other places too.
Somehow between Nakht and I, sucking on my neck as I had his.
Fondling my sac beneath where I entered him, but while that would have been possible with where the original Osiris’s hands were, I also felt his mouth sucking there too.
“Mer…” Nakht gasped, no doubt feeling similar things as he hugged me closer.
Our movements were becoming more feverish. It was dizzying, disorienting, to see Osiris in so many places while also feeling him where no one should be able to reach. I kept my sanity by locking eyes with Nakht.
Nakht.
“Nakht!” I cried aloud.
Dawn to my dusk.
The love in his eyes as he held my gaze in kind beat out every sensation compounding between us.
Where he held me amidst the rocking of our bodies, I also felt the entwining of Osiris’s arms—around me, around Nakht, around both of us together—like an echo of our love cocooning us and keeping us safe from whatever came next.
“Nakht!”
“Meryt!”
And came we did, with such voluminous crescendo, it felt as though we kept coming, over and over again.
I knew Osiris had finished as well, onto his own chest, inside Nakht, and who knew where else, covering all in a glaze of gold until dawn and dusk were nothing but the dark, for we could handle no more and succumbed to an almost instant sleep in the afterglow.
Never before had I been so exhausted, and yet, at the same time, so content.
I roused slowly, greeted by the same sight of Osiris’s bedchamber ceiling as when I had drifted off to sleep. Had I been looking at the ceiling when I drifted? I vaguely remembered so, but it was all a haze now, that final bliss having faded into comforting sleep.
What mattered was that there were no surprises. No Apophis to snap its fangs at us the way Nakht had experienced. No separation, for the pleasant aches in my body were soothed by the weight and warmth of my beloved stirring beside me.
There was one surprise, I realized, for while Nakht was cradled serenely in my arms, Osiris was gone.
As I noticed this, jostling Nakht when I tried to look around, he roused more fully with the same adorable grumble and whine as any morning that I had known in his company.
“Well met.” I kissed Nakht’s smooth cheek. “And only us met, it seems. We are alone.”
As I gazed at Nakht’s stunning visage, I could see the wonder dancing in his eyes, like he almost didn’t believe I was real. “Funny,” he said, “it certainly feels like something else is with us.” He nudged my partial hardness.
It was to be expected of a new day!
Was it a new day?
Had any days passed, or merely moments, like I had wondered before?
I supposed it didn’t matter in the end, for right now the only thing I cared about was never letting Nakht go.
I bucked into his teasing touch and kissed him like I might devour him for my morning meal. I wasn’t hungry though. I hadn’t been hungry all this time. Had I even really been tired, or merely put to sleep by the gods’ powers? I was dead, after all, and this wasn’t even my body I existed in.
“Hey…” Nakht clung tighter to me where we lay upon the pillows. The sheets covered us, but our dancer’s belts and loincloths remained elsewhere. We both still had gold smudged on our skin, but it wasn’t Osiris paint that Nakht brushed from my cheek. He wiped away tears.
“Sorry. I guess I hadn’t yet cried enough at getting to see you and touch you and be with you again. I missed you, even when I didn’t feel or grasp the concept of time passing. You did all this for me. And while, yes, I am still jealous of your trials—”
Nakht snorted.
“—I am also so, so full of love for you that I think I might burst.”
Even as Nakht’s smile remained, his eyes grew damp with ready tears too. He wiped at more of mine, and though one did slip free from his right eye to trail down his cheek, the rest seemed to clear away.