I bucked up into the tight wetness of his mouth. My ankles and knees burned from the strain, but Seth’s mouth was… it was… like the balance found when Ra’s celestial cold and searing heat combined. Even the graze of his bony fangs while he sucked me felt indescribably good.
I was still shaking; I had never stopped, fear and arousal mixing now like a potent drug. Seth pulled off of me, gripped the fold of my legs and rocked me, first forward and then back, releasing my ankles from being trapped beneath me, and folded me the other way. He tilted my hips, stretching my feet above my head, until he was literally folding me in half.
“M-my lord,” I sputtered again, “I cannot bend this far!”
“You can,” he said, like a crimson canopy above me, monstrous and menacing and yet equally as alluring, “unless you need to speak the word?”
Did I?
I shook my head, and with renewed resolve, gave myself to the ache. It wasn’t only my stubbornness that spurred me on. It did feel good, so strangely, insanely good, without ever becoming too much even when I expected it to.
But it was also like being bisected. Seth was contorting me like he had Osiris, mimicking the dismemberment. Was it therapy for him, revenge in some way, or mere madness?
His tail was still moving within me, leaving little nicks up my walls that healed as soon as they were created. The inherent danger that I could be torn apart if Seth chose to do so filled every part of my body with anxiety, yet somehow made me want more. More.
More.
Seth brought the prongs of his head to my entrance, and I felt again how they wriggled seemingly independent from the rest of him. I felt it so much more acutely being folded like this, exposed to him as bared open as possible, but the massaging of those softer prongs as he entered me, where I had already been wounded and healed, burst a loud moan from my lips.
Seth’s tail tore out of me like a retracting lash in the same instant that his ridged and hard as bone cock pierced me.
I screamed, for the intensity of that brief agony was only matched by the ecstasy that followed it. As he started to pump inside me, his tail returned to my stretched rim, teasing with more temporary cuts along my sensitized skin. I was at his mercy, but even though I could have spoken the word to end this, I knew I did not want to.
Ohgods, I didn’t want to.
“Tell me,” Seth commanded, shimmering above me, and drawing my attention from out of its haze, “that the pleasure is worth the pain.”
“It is!” I answered without question. “Oh, it is, my lord.”
“Tell me that I am worth the fear you feel toward me.” His human face was flickering in and out of view, overtaking his skull head and horns, like the bestial part of him and the man were as much in contention with each other as his offerings of pleasure and pain.
“You are not so frightening,” I said. “Intense… but worth every misconception.”
He nuzzled his sometimes snout into my neck, fangs pricking me, followed by his tongue lapping over the cuts. “Tell me… that I am worthy of your love.”
That stole any ready answer I might have had, but Seth wouldn’t look at me when I sought his meaning. “My lord…?”
“Tell me.”
Even if his tail hadn’t moved to wrap around my cock that was pinned between us, I would have been ready to pop at a moment’s notice. But he wouldn’t let me. The spiraling strokes from his tail were tempered by the occasional sting from its forked tip. Not even his tickling prongs in contrast to his shaft’s ridges, like two tongues deep inside me lapping at the bundle of elation at my core, was enough to free me from this limbo until he willed it.
I grabbed Seth’s face, forcing him to look at me. He looked human again, without any flickers, leaving only his tail and unique cock that were maybe always this way, regardless of whether he had horns.
“You are worthy of love, but—”
“Tell me.” He stopped, firm cock lodged within me but unmoving, leaving me desperate for friction or even the ability to squirm. “Tell me that you’ll stay.”
“My lord—”
“If you stop here, you need never know pain aspainagain. But if you continue and fail, what then? If you continue and succeed, can you be certain you will never know worse pain someday than what you felt when you lost him? Stophere, Nakht, remain with me, and pain will only ever be bliss.”
Seth started to move again, and in our coupling, I felt how true his promise was. Because there was pain, but so mixed with pleasure that I could barely tell the difference and wanted both.
But that was the problem. They were becoming one feeling. One constant. If I never knew pain, how would I knowthe salvation of when it fades? All eventually would become commonplace and numb, meaningless.
Just as Seth had become numb.
Was that better? When I thought back to the agony of witnessing Meryt's demise and how it had only grown worse in the hours that followed, a part of me... had wished for numbness, for nothingness, and it was that wish that had made me raise my dagger.
