He appeared again to my right. To my left. My right. It was a constant cycle of passing Meryt but closer finally, both like and yet so different from when I had seen him passing by Ra’s boat within tomb entrances, because this time I didn’t feel like I was losing him.
I was on the right path. I had to be.
With lungs close to bursting, I knew I had to rest and hid behind a larger trunk to catch my breath. Paused like that, I didn’t see Meryt anymore but imagined him as if just beyond the next bend.
Was this even Kemet, or an oasis in the skies meant only for the gods? Some of the trees and flowers were like none I had ever seen. But the tree across from me I knew, a fig tree with a marvelously twisted trunk, thick branches, and a canopy of leaves. With that, I knew just how to let Horus catch me.
By catchinghim.
Racing to the base of the fig tree, I started to climb. As I ascended, I saw the perfect spot to tuck my body in and hide. I had never climbed anything so fast, but I knew he could appear at a moment’s notice. I didn’t wait long once I reached my perch, trying to slow my breaths, before I saw the shimmer of blue-black feathers as he flew down through the trees.
He landed, close but thankfully facing away from me. He might not have expected me to climb, but he was a hunter, a bird of prey by nature, and would definitely track me eventually—which was what I was counting on.
Holding as still as I dared, I noted that it was not the best choice to straddle a tree branch without undergarments, especially when hard and soaked in sweat, but the rough texture kept me focused.
Horus turned, looking in my direction now, and started to approach, like he knew I was near but had yet to catch my scent. I shifted slightly to get my feet beneath me—and his head snapped up, instantly spotting me.
I leapt, but so did he, and as I descended to tackle him, he met me halfway, airborne to catch me right out of my launch from the tree. Horus pinned me against the trunk, still several lengths above the ground, and bit my neck like I had his, starting to lick and scent me with nuzzles of his nose and forehead.
It was so much like how things had been with Seth, and I could imagine them doing this to each other. Perhaps they had, more luridly than the temple had shown it, as build up for when Seth finally demanded more.
Horus’s wings kept us aloft, anchoring us to the tree, as he rutted into my thigh, rough and feral and needy. He started wrapping his legs up around my waist, and the spring of his cock out of his equally minimal loincloth dragged up alongside mine. It felt so... normal. I was plagued with sudden curiosity to get a look at it, given the strange members I had encountered so far, yet feeling human did not lessen its welcoming heat.
I would rut too if I could move, but I feared sliding down the trunk, leaving all motion and security to Horus’s wings. I offered what I could with nips of my teeth and suckling where I could reach. As he flapped himself higher, bringing his pecs inline with my mouth, he also brought my cock in line with his entrance.
Of course. I should have known this was what he wanted, and as I clung to him, back pressed to the tree, trusting he would keep me steady and safe, I slid my hands beneath the fall of his loincloth. Spreading his cheeks for me, I bumped up between them.
Horus flapped his wings with even greater power, causing us to leave the safety of the tree’s surface and fly higher into its branches. The head of my cock popped inside him with the motion, and I shivered, clinging to him desperately.
We were engulfed in green, surrounded by leaves, much higher above the ground now. The spacing of the branches still allowed for Horus's wingspan, but up in the foliage, leaves began to rain down around us from the disruption of his flapping.
He pinned me once more against a thick branch, digging his fingers deep into my hair, and pressed down upon me to seat himself. It was slow, as if every new thrust from him was only the slightest bit more than the last, teasing me with the graze of heated flesh along his equally feverish walls. If not for his grip in my hair, I might have banged my head back against the bark with impatience.
But after a few more futile attempts to sheathe me within him, I realized hecouldn’ttake me deeper.
Horus was far too tight.
My eyes snapped up, watching his face contort between want and frustration. He and Seth had never completed their union, a tease between thighs, maybe between cheeks like this, but unfinished with a release caught by a hand. And I knew then, I somehow knew, he had never been with anyone since.
Why was he seeking this now? Was he so desperate for the reunion he has been denied that to be with someone who had already been with Seth was as close as he thought he could cometo having his beloved the way he desired? Had Horus lost faith in Seth's redemption?
I could not let him lose hope like that, becauseIcould not lose hope. I wouldn't. Even if Horus had been waiting a hundred times longer than I had, he had to hold on to the promise that the waiting was worth it.
Seth would not fail him.
Just as I would not fail Meryt.
As our half-thrusts continued, I adjusted my grip around Horus’s cheeks and slipped my fingers inside, widening where I entered him.
“Yes,” he gasped, head dropping back and mouth open in bliss. “Yes!”
No, I thought and shifted just enough for my head to pop back out of him.
“What are you doing?” he whined, sinking onto my fingers that remained, sun and moon-shaped irises glowing in the shade of the tree. “Take me!”
“No,” I said aloud, trembling even more from the strain in my arms, my back, even simply not knowing what to do with the dangle of my legs, yet I would not let myself enter him again. Instead, I lapped at his nipple with a slow twirl of my tongue and grazed through the wet left behind with my teeth. “You do not want it to be me, and so I will give you a taste, an echo of what you once had, and save the rest for the one whom you truly wish to claim you.”
Digging my fingers deeper inside him, thrusting with them and prying him open, I used them to replace my length, though no further than it had gone. With my length itself, I slid along his sac and tender rim.
