As the first of his cocks began to enter me, I learned very quickly and relaxed in relief. They weren’t sharp or at all hard—at least no more so than the cock itself—but brought with them an unbelievable massaging texture.
“Geb!” I cried, maybe mostly in disbelief. “Ohgods…”
“Yes,” he said, as he took hold of my hips and began pumping me up and down upon it. “And now, for your true temptation.”
What?
Geb swung us up and around, moving with the driving force of his tail to slither us close to the edge of the pool. He continued to pump me upon him, but angled my head so I could see into the water. “Ptah might be the maker, child, but I am the shaper of creation. Look.”
Making a bed of his tail for me once more, Geb no longer needed to hold me as he thrust.
“You could be different. Perfect.” He ran a hand across my shoulder as he spoke, and where he touched, feathers sprouted.
I snapped my attention to my actual shoulder.
There were no feathers. Only skin.
“Watch,” Geb commanded, but it was difficult to focus with his continued thrusting, deeper and deeper within me. The spindles upon him that I had first taken for barbs felt wonderful caressing my inner walls.
Gathering my composure, I returned my attention to the pool’s reflection.
“You could be the you that you always wanted to be,” Geb continued, brushing his hand across my other shoulder, and there my reflection sprouted scales, “even a version you never imagined you could be.” He drew his hand down my chest, and the scales and feathers continued to spread, even if only as a mirage.
It was a strangely enticing offer, to shrug off the constraints of humanity.
But as beautiful as my red-tipped feathers were in contrast to Geb’s blue, with my own black and bronze scales, there was only one blue to my red, only one dusk to my dawn, and I knew this was not enough to tempt me.
“You are beautiful, my lord… and—oh!” I moaned through Geb’s next increase in thrusting. “And…miraculous… but I would not change my form… no more than I would change my beloved’s.”
Geb came, and the heat of him filling me seemed nearly as hot as the steaming pool beside us.
He pulled out immediately to align the second one.
“Not even to become a more perfect you?”
As Geb pushed the second cock into me, right into his own mess of release, he did so slower than he had with the first and tilted my hips back to run his thumbs up my inner thighs.
Where I had a matching set of oft forgotten scars.
I looked to the pool, as Geb tilted our angle enough for me to see that his touch did as I suspected and smoothed my scars away.
“No—oh!” I cried, but the word elongated into a deeper moan as he started to thrust.
The other gods had made no mention of them. Most others I had been with, save Meryt, never noticed them at all, hiddenas they were, unless they felt the strange dips and pucker of changed texture, each about the size of a thumbprint.
But the reason I had matching scars was a memory I would never forfeit.
“Not that, my lord,” I answered. “Neverthat.”
I refused to look at my reflection anymore, for that was not a version of me I wanted to be. Meryt had very well saved my life the night he gave me the second scar to match the first. I had resented it so much in the beginning. Not Meryt for adding a second, but that I had allowed myself to become marred at all. I would have given anything back then to be perfect again, but the resilience I found in my imperfectness—and how to still project what my watchers and takers wanted of me—also gave me the strength to weather so much more.
Without my scars, I would be a different me, a stranger, even more so than if I grew scales or feathers or other miraculous additions to how the gods had first made me. If I gave up this version of me, I would no longer deserve the version of Meryt I had lost. And if I allowed myself to lose him again, if I traded him for a more perfect me, I would be worse than a stranger but truly a monster.
“I-I am everything… I need to be,” I said, feeling my insides even more sensitive now, and despite being left untouched since Geb’s mouth was on me, my throbbing length pulsed. “I was enough for Meryt… and therefore… I must be enough for me.”
“Oh…?” Geb slid his hands beneath me and turned me upon his second length until I laid forward upon his tail with my back to him.
Fuck. I sagged into the soft scales. I had never before been so raw and open.
