Then, to my immediate amazement, its braided components unraveled as it settled within me and grazed up along my walls like tendrils.
“Ah!” I tipped forward into Ptah’s waiting embrace. He still held my length, and now, some of the cords of his creation were winding out of my entrance as well, forming a supportive base to hold it inside me and pushing against the sensitive patch of skin between my entrance and the hang of my sac.
My knees nearly buckled, but Ptah’s strong body supported me. I could feel the strain of his cock against his robe wetting my thigh where it pressed against me. He had soaked through his gossamer fabric as tellingly as I had mine.
But I hated that the doll of Meryt stood behind him, lifeless save its open eyes.
Ptah must have noticed the diversion of my attention, for he tilted his head, though he didn’t fully look at the doll before ordering, “Leave us be.”
The creation moved back toward the worktable. Allowed to be the empty vessel it truly was, its movements were even more alien to my eyes, and as I watched it, I wondered how I ever could have thought it wasalmostright, but I supposed that was the nature of temptation.
“Come.” Ptah drew my attention back to him. “Move with me.”
He pivoted us and backed up toward the daybed, putting the Meryt doll at my back. We moved only a short distance, but moving at all coaxed the unbraided cords to climb deeper inside me.
My knees shook, and I nearly sank again with my next step.
“Relax, for I am more than just a craftsman with my creations. I breathed real life into the world as well, into everything, even the other gods.”
As we reached the daybed and Ptah bumped back against it, I bumped against him. Bodies entwined with nowhere else to go, he kissed me. Anubis hadn’t. Not many of the soldiers or elite in Pharaoh’s court did either. Pharaoh had, he had kissed both me and Meryt, but usually, it was only my beloved’s lips that I felt on mine.
And I had never had my breath so thoroughly stolen.
Because Ptah… was literally taking it!
I wavered, mind hazy as I gasped for breath I couldn’t catch. It was as if something squeezed my lungs, and I could only draw in the barest amount of air, just enough to keep from falling into unconsciousness. The sensation was oddly…
Euphoric.
Ptah kissed me deeper, and it was like an exhale this time, with him breathing the life back into me, but with an abundance, so much abundance that I felt as if my lungs, my veins, mycockmight burst if I was any fuller with life. This too was euphoric, but also an invincible feeling, as though I could crush Ptah to dust in my arms.
I wondered if I could, for when he pulled back from me, his skin no longer held its green hue at all. It was a more common tone, bronzy like mine, because he had breathed so much extra life into me.
He kissed me again, leaving me teetering between those two states, balanced once more, but the tendrils still moving inside me and Ptah’s hand on my cock, kept my knees as weak as at the start of our trek.
“Now, Nakht, take my breath from me if you can,” Ptah commanded, his perfect skin with its constant motion having returned to green. “Takemeif you can, and know what sustained and intensive pleasures I can offer you.” He tore at the collar of his gossamer robe, and its threads unraveled as if bidden to unmake themselves.
It was then that I registered what he wanted. “Take you? I am to penetrate the god of creation?”
“You have done so with your Meryt many times.”
“Yes, but… Pharaoh and his men almost always take us.”
Ptah’s smile was like a patient patriarch once more. “Gods know better the pleasure to be found in both. You do as well, yes? For is there only power in taking?”
“Of course not. There is power in taking and in submitting, in treasuring and in being treasured.” I dared to spread my fingers where Ptah had bared his chest to me. There too his lines oscillated, soft but sensuous in its strangeness.
“What a wise creation you are too,” Ptah praised. “Do it then.”
I gripped where he had torn the top of his robe and pulled harder, shredding the garment down its middle. It unraveled further at my touch and pooled into threads at our feet, as if it had yet to be brought to the loom. I tugged with barely any added effort upon the small loincloth he wore beneath it, and it also unraveled, willed to be unmade as easily as the god of creation had made everything.
I lifted him, hefted him up from beneath his toned, green-colored legs, lined and alive like the rest of him, and flung him onto the daybed. I detached my belt, dropping only it from my body before I descended upon him.
Even the slide of my cock against Ptah’s soft inner thighs felt unparalleled with the unique touch of his skin. He was the landscape of the world formed into a man, the core of all creation given form, set above my mortal fragility and yet surrendering entirely to let me lead.
Given what he had asked of me to steal his breath, I wondered…
How might one push such a god?
