Using his grip on my hair, Seth pushed me away to reposition me and sat up so his feet fell over the edge of the bed.
“Sit taller,” he commanded, and once I did, he pulled me down closer to his lap again and parted his knees.
I looked up at him in question as he coaxed my head down, and he nodded. Pushing the red fabric up his thighs, I knew not what to expect from a son of Geb, and true to Seth’s proven nature, his manhood was unique. I met its rise from between his thighs with a stroke of my fingers. His medium-dark skin, a touch darker than mine, was redder here, almost purple in places, and its texture was… like bone. Actual bone, though almost like a spinal column, with small ridges, and then larger ones, woven into its elegant shape. Most unique, though also a reminder of Geb’s, was its doubled nature. Not quite the thick winding of two phalluses, but Seth’s tip parted into two barbs, two fork ends, similar to his tail.
While I bent lower to have my first taste of Seth’s double-pronged head leaking prerelease from two slits, I felt his tail wrap around my thigh like it had my arm. It twisted higher, wound tighter, as I swallowed Seth’s length, feeling its firm ridges tenderize my throat. His cock prongs at least were soft, malleable, pleasant even to feel wriggle and tickle inside me, like I imagined they would tickle elsewhere very soon, but his tail…
His tail drew its sharp ends up along the mound of one of my cheeks, and then sliced faster toward my crease.
I whined, feeling an instant bubble of blood just like from my nipple, and inadvertently swallowed Seth deeper. His forked tail started moving closer to my entrance.
I whined again, this time in panicked protest, struggling to lift up. Seth’s hand was still in my hair, less tight and unforgiving but present. I blinked at him with moisture in my eyes, an added plea.
The tail retreated, and Seth moved his hand from my hair to cup my cheek, lifting me off of him. “Yes?”
“M-my lord,” I panted, “thathurts.”
“Does it?” he asked in a low rumble.
It… did, didn’t it? But it also didn’t, which was difficult to explain, and very different from how Ra’s cold and heat had dabbled in contradiction. How could Seth’s cuts be so borderline close to painful without crossing the threshold?
And would it?
Seth lifted me up enough to better reach beneath my top. Though his nails were also sharp, where he ran his claws over my raw nipple, I saw the blood that had spilled fade, as if time had rewound to before he sliced it. He played with it then, keeping the nipple pert with tender brushes of the pad of his thumb.
Seth reached his other hand back beneath me, seeking the slice his tail had made there. He repeated the act of toying claw tips, and I felt the wetness from the blood dry and fade oncemore. He danced those claws further between my cheeks, and his sharp tail followed.
“That snake out there is not the only one who renews each day,” Seth said.
The tail sliced, close to my pucker, and I cried out, yet his fingers were just as fast, petting and swirling through the blood to heal the cut. The healing stung too, but only a little, and quickly melted into a bliss that I knew I couldn’t achieve without feeling the pain first.
His tail tip, sharp end and all, started to enter me, and though it hurt—it did, itdid—his fingers joined it, mixing the pain with the intense pleasure that made the rest so worth it.
“F-fuck,” I uttered as a tear streaked down my cheek.
“Fear not, Nakht, child of the mortal realm, dancer of Pharaoh’s court, and one half of a whole you still need to prove you deserve…” He said it with derision, like he doubted I could succeed, but the tenderness, the hope hiding within his fierce nature was there too. “If it ever does hurt enough that you wish for me to stop, you need only speak one word.”
“What word, my lord?”
Seth grinned. “Lettuce.”
He pushed from the edge of the bed and sank to the floor with me. His fingers dislodged, but his tail was still inside me, filling me with fear again at what it might do as it climbed higher without the added balm of his touch. Only I still felt that healing balm mixing with the sting, like it was Seth’s will that controlled it, not his hands.
With another shove, he knocked me prone, but my knees were still bent, lying me backward on my folded feet.
“M-my lord, this—”
Seth stared at me, red eyes glowing bright as ever, his skull face somehow questioning, like offering an eyebrow raise without any actual change in expression.
No, I thought. It didn’t hurt. It ached and tingled, but it didn’t hurt.
I nodded.
“Good. Now, Nakht… tell me you want me to ruin you.”
With me bent, my cock was sprung upright like a bow drill sticking out of a hearth, and Seth descended toward it, skeletal maw opening, fangs and all. “Oh please ruin me, my lord,” I beseeched.
He swallowed me like Apophis had nearly snatched me from Ra’s bed.
