Wrapping my hands around Ptah’s throat, I squeezed, mimicking the gentler grip that Anubis had placed on me. But for this, with this god, I pressed my thumbs more forcefully into the hollow of his throat, and as I did, I kissed him, sucking from his lungs the breath of life within him.
As I did, I rocked my length between Ptah’s thighs, feeling rejuvenated again as the purest lifeforce filled me. Beneath my hands, while his lines still moved like ripples on a pond, his skin was tan like before with barely any green.
I dragged my hands down Ptah’s chest, but even abandoning my grip upon his throat did not make it easier for him to draw breath. He looked as dazed as I must have when he stole mine, and blissful for it too.
I took his prick, aligning it with mine to feel the slide of our skin more intimately. Some of his green hue remained beneath the waist, as though the color, that essence of life, originated from his core.
Or rather, from his divine and uniquely formed cock.
Lines were engraved upon his shaft like everywhere else, making him feel as if… ribbed when our lengths collided, and thevacillation of those lines made me almost sad I would not get to feel them within me.
The device inside me unraveled further as if in answer to that thought, winging up within me deeper, and making my hips stutter harder against him.
As Ptah gasped, I wondered if I had taken some of his greenish hue into my own cheeks, but it was time to exhale. Kissing Ptah deeply again, I slid the tip of my cock down the length of his, bumping against those moving ridges, until I reached his entrance and began to press in.
With my exhale of breath, Ptah inhaled, reclaiming more from me than before, so that my vision wavered. It felt incredible, as the unique texture and motion of his body proved true inside as well as out. He was practically vibrating around me as I thrust into his remarkable heat. He was forge and fire and the breath of life to ignite it all in one.
And so green again with my life in his lungs.
I swayed, but Ptah caught me, kissing the life back into me as I had him. Then, balanced in that moment, we rocked. Again and again, we made the same exchange, as I rode him into the daybed, and his braided creation moved within me. Whether leaving Ptah with mortal skin, giving over to him until he glimmered like the greenest of foliage, or balancing that breath between us, it was like a dance, like the give and take of all things, life and death and love included.
Through it all, I could think only…
I still wished he was Meryt.
Hands wrapped around my waist from behind, and I lurched up from our newest exchange, breathless and dizzy. Meryt? It felt like his touch, and I overlapped my hands with his.
“You could have us both?” Ptah said like a dream beneath me, his edges dim, while he, so brilliantly emerald like the greenest garden, remained in the light.
I was still conscious of my moving hips but lost on that euphoric cloud, struggling to think clearly. Anubis had sworn the gods would not lie, nor swindle. The offer was real, but that meant…
It was my right hand over Meryt’s right, and my left over his left. But on this left hand, there was no braided ring. No promise. No love.
And so there was no answer either, other than, “No. It is my real Meryt or nothing—” I whipped my head around with intent to push the doll away from me, but in that brief moment that I almost saw it, it collapsed into a clatter of metal parts like it had never been fully formed at all, indistinguishable from having been a man.
Instead, where my gaze drifted, hazy though it remained, somewhere beyond this workshop, as if looking through an archway that hadn’t existed until now, was Meryt.MyMeryt, watching me like before.
I spilled inside Ptah, and with my release, as the cords of the device inside me twisted deeper with a final crescendo, all its braiding reminded me of was the leather on mine and my Meryt’s fingers.
It was Ptah who dragged me back before I succumbed to my lack of breath, and when he kissed, he did so slowly, while guiding my hand to his vibrating cock. As my strength was regained, I stroked him with the same firm but sluggish pace as the breath being returned to me. My mind remained on Meryt, hoping he could see, hoping he was watching carefully, as I continued to take from Ptah just enough air with each… slow…pump—
“Ah!” He spilled with a final great cry and gasp, tearing his lips from mine, but still close enough to return just enough breath to me to make us even, and leaving only bliss to settle between us.“Oh child… my dear creation…stay,” he beseeched, and I would be lying if I said it was no temptation at all.
The tendril-like cords within me continued to move, tempting me further with what other creations might exist in this workshop to aid in pleasure, but as I had already proven to Anubis, it was not Meryt’s body I craved and missed.
Not that alone.
“Accept my refusal, my lord,” I said, pressing my cheek to his with earnest affection. “Tempted though I may be, I have only one love, and all I do, am, and ever could be is for him.”
I glanced back again, knowing before I did that Meryt would likely be gone. He was, but I thought I sensed the faint echo of having seen his smile.
Ptah retrieved the false beard, and as its tendrils reformed into something solid and cylindrical, the motion as it did and having it withdrawn from me nearly sprung my cock to life again. Once it was removed, I pulled my softening cock from Ptah and climbed off of him to let my maker up.
My maker, and I had still managed to refuse him.
“I believe the others do not know what is in store for them,” he said, smiling serenely, his verdant cheeks looking darker than when he was overflowing, perhaps from a different flush than life. “Although, you do not know what each of them has in store for you.”
“True, but I am ready for whatever trials they offer and will not fail.”
