Seth continued to fuck me, tail wrapped around my cock but further up its length, so his forked tip could return to my rim, all points of pain and pleasure he could give to me happening at once. Claws raking but hands caressing. Teeth tearing but tongue soothing. Hips slamming harder into me but fluids mixing to ease the ache. Then, when I dropped my head back, overcome by it all, unsure if I could wade out of this depth, upside down though my view was, I saw down the long corridor out of Seth’s home.
To where Meryt watched us.
He was farther away again, all the way down at the corridor’s end, at the dock, like a single misstep from me would cause him to stumble right over the edge of the cliff into the cavern of chaos where Apophis slept.
I was losing him again, because again, I was tempted. But I couldn’t be. I couldn’t allow myself to be. I didn’t want numbness, even if it never meant pain. Even if I failed along this journey, whatever brief time I’d had with Meryt would be worth any pain anyone or anything could ever cause me.
“Seth—”
He lifted me, lifted me while I was still folded, heels at my ears, and fucked me upright like I had with Ra, only facing one another so my eyes could no longer see Meryt. And though that was the greatest pain of all, I came right then with a broken cry,while Seth growled and nuzzled me like a scenting animal until he came too.
The little snuffles that followed anchored me back to reality. Seth wasn’t letting me unfold, and the ache quickly started to overcome the receding waves of pleasure.
“Stay,” he said, with a tremble and crack in his voice now. “Stay with me, and even losinghimwill no longer pain you.”
His words were so clearly intended for his own reflection that I was filled with an awful sorrow again. I knew this pain, the pain he thought he could outrun but still clearly felt.
Seth’s hold on me loosened enough for me to unwind my legs from our contorted position, and it hurt this time without the echo of ecstasy. He was still seated within me, but his tail had fallen away. He was human looking and broken, so I let it hurt. I had to. Pain had to be felt for relief to mean anything, or we wouldn’t be alive. We wouldn’t be ourselves.
We would simply be numb.
“I’m sorry, my lord, but no,” I told him as gently as I could and touched his cheek so he would know I understood his pain.
“Nakht,” Meryt’s voice spoke beside my ear, and I whipped my head around to look at the exit.
He was gone.
But he had beenright there.
“No,” Seth echoed me, echoed my thoughts, as he forced my head forward to look at him. “You will stay. Youmuststay. I cannot be here alone any longer!”
A new shock of terror coursed through me, as Seth tightened his hold on my body, unyielding. With my legs down, I was seated in his lap, still impaled by his lingering hardness.
He seemed wilder now, emanating the chaos he was known for.
“I am sorry, my lord, truly, but my answer—”
“No!” Seth seized me tighter, and I thought he meant to take me again, only without the balance, an act of only anger.
But he didn’t. He just as instantly deflated, mournful, and started to weep.
“Y-you will stay. You are mine now. Please…”
I touched his cheek again, brushed my fingers through his tears, and gave the only answer I could. “Lettuce.”
Seth’s face broke open with more sobbing, but also with cracks from his human form into the beast. The skull face seemed even sadder somehow with tears streaming from its hollows, but he listened to me, he obeyed our promise, and pulled from me to set me aside, then leaned away from me against the bed.
The underworld cracked and broke open above us with an eruption of light. Seth froze, face turning human again and ruddy eyes staring, while I scrambled farther away toward the cavern corridor.
A figure was descending, so beautifully bathed in that light. I only realized who it must be when the brilliance of his splendor bathed me in it too, and I was cleansed, painted face and hair masterful again, and clothing and accessories straightened like when first prepared for a night of dancing.
It was Horus, a winged god, wearing a headdress of blue-black feathers. Only it truly was a headdress for him, not a falcon-like head the way Ra could look, I was almost certain of it. His wings, however, were very real, with the same blue-black beauty, while the rest of his feathers were decoration.
He wore full leather armor with a blue and white loincloth, and a gold collar. His skin was the same medium-dark as Seth’s, and like many of the others, he wore a gold wrist cuff bearing his symbol: the Eye of Horus. It was the reverse of the Eye of Ra, stylized as if painted with kohl. His real left eye was painted in kind with thick kohl all around it and an added tail going down from one side and returning upright at the end in a curl. Thatiris glowed a rare silvery blue like the moon it represented. His unpainted right eye’s iris was amber in reference to the Eye of Ra and the risen sun.
The left was the one Seth would have taken during their battling, but the god Thoth had healed it, and it had become a symbol of restoration ever since. It was remarkable to see them both within one handsome face, so different from Ra’s gold and silver combined, like the waxing and waning of the sky’s celestial bodies.
Seth was as entranced as I was, with tears still streaming down his face. He had otherwise equally been cleansed with clothing straightened, but because of that, he looked so small, lying on the ground, a human man in a simple red tunic, with even his tail once again hidden beneath it.
