I picked up the feather. I circled his rim first with my tongue. Then with a finger. Then with the feather’s soft, delicate ends.
Ra shuddered, brown skin flickering between that shade and blue.
I traced the feather down and around his sac.
His form flickered again, sometimes enough that I thought I saw the feathers return to his arms, or his horns back on his head.
I continued with the feather all down the length of him and through his prerelease so he felt it at his slit.
Another roar sounded from somewhere far away.
Definitely a roar that time. But from what?
The disappearance of Ra’s cock drew my attention back to him. He was still shifting, almost constantly, and while briefly in his form with a single entrance like that of a falcon, I twirled the wetted feather around that rim too.
“Nakht,” Ra growled like a command, and in it I heard an echo, an overlap of another voice. He faded once more to human, throbbing cock returned, and looked over his shoulder again, this time in appeal, as the authority in his voice faded. “Please?”
Knowing when to ask for something was a part of partnership too.
I dropped the feather and aligned myself with this version of his entrance. The heat was as searing as his mouth had been,but as it enveloped me, my mind drifted to the one I longed for more, wondering when I might receive the gift/curse of Meryt watching us.
I thrust inside Ra, and he met me with equal fervor.
Where was Meryt?
Where was he this time?
“Tell me, Nakht,” Ra asked with little gasps of pleasure littering his words, “if you need no godly visage… no Pharaoh—ah!—no more than what is offered… what ifyoucould be Pharaoh instead?”
“I-I—” As I tried to think, Ra rocked against me harder, face filling with unexpected mischief as he watched me over his shoulder.
“You would be the one serviced by others.Youwould have the power, leading a kingdom whose reign would never see a sunset.”
“But I… need no such power or to be serviced by others.”
“Imagine how you might serve others then, even your fellow slaves longing to be free.”
I toppled forward, chest falling flush against Ra’s back, and as I moved my hand from his hips to his arms to steady myself, where my fingers brushed his skin, the brown smeared away like paint.
A jolt of increased pleasure shot through me. This was not the same as when he changed forms. What was this?
I smeared more of the paint from his arms, and beneath the brown was the same swirling celestial majesty as his hair when it first tumbled from out of his crown.
Another unexpected jolt coursed through me. It was like… like what absolute freedom must feel like.
“Yes,” Ra hissed, sounding like the echo of distant galaxies too with that overlap, both deep and higher pitched in its melding of voices.
While more and more of Ra’s “paint” sloughed off, whether I touched it or not, so too did the flat black of his hair return to shimmering splendor.
“Power has privileges,” he said.
My body went limp, surrendered to the amplified pleasure caging me. The intensity of being inside this version of Ra was like riding euphoria made into a man. It was what I imagined Pharaoh must feel like all the time, standing above all, wielding absolute power, catered to, and beloved, second only to the gods.
A flash of light caught my attention from the walls of the cavern we passed. Was the boat moving faster? It all seemed to be going by in a blur, yet I could see torchlight, tomb entrances we passed up at this level now too, not only down along the cavern floor. Each time we went by one of those entrances…
I saw Meryt looking out of it.
I sat upright in alarm, completely still despite Ra’s thrusting back against me. Meryt had been so close before, but he was farther away now, distant, like I was losing him all over again each time we passed him.
