Page 2 of Sett and his King
The dead man’s face.
He was so serene, so peaceful. With flawless sun-kissed skin and a five o’clock shadow to be envious of.
“I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Mother Red Cap said as she grabbed my hand and sliced at my palm with a knife she’d produced out of nowhere.
I hissed and stepped back. She closed her eyes, muttered under her breath, raised the bloodied knife above the dead man’s chest and…
Stabbed him right in the heart, piercing the Melichrisma and his toughened skin.
At once, his eyes popped open and he took a deep, hoarse breath before he shot up and looked around in panic.
But then, his golden gaze met mine and everything went still. The room, his body, my heart.
All I could do was stare at the awakened king before me and marvel at his beauty as the anointing potion dissipated and left him just as human and exposed as the rest of us.
“Hi,” I whispered and took a step forward.
“Hello,” he answered.
And so it began.
Drew
He grunted. He stilled. He squeezed my hips. He shoved inside me. And I stayed there, taking it like a champ. It wasn't as if I had any choice in the matter.
"That's right. Stay still, boy. I'm close. I'm so…close…agh," he groaned right next to my ear and I felt like chopping it off.
I didn't, though.
Partly, because I didn't want to let him steal any more from me. Partly because I couldn't move. Instead, I focused on my breathing. On the pain flaring inside me with each of his thrusts. On keeping my body as relaxed as possible so he wouldn't hurt me more than he already had.
It was a mental exercise I was well-used to long before him, long before I’d become his prisoner. It seemed as if I was born to be used. There was no other explanation for why every one of my saviors had turned out a monster.
Maybe it was all my fault. For expecting to be rescued. It was all my fault for not fighting harder. For not standing up for myself. But my power…it attracted beasts. Beasts wanting it all for themselves.
Horus's moans built up to a rough tremor and I braced myself for the seismic aftershock his orgasm always had on my system. My entire body throbbed, equal amounts of agony and subjugation coursing through me keeping me the perfect little slave. The perfect little sex doll. And there was nothing I could do but take it quietly and pray it would soon be over.
"One of these days you'll stop hiding from me and I can break you," he said when he finally pulled out of me and walked the short distance to the bathroom and threw the condom into the toilet.
He always did that. I'd even told him he shouldn't do that once but he dismissed me as if he hadn't even heard me. Since then, I didn't care to correct him.
He returned to bed, collapsing next to me but paying me no mind. No hug, or kisses. No thank-yous. But I didn't expect them from him. He'd never done any of those things in the last three years I'd been his prisoner. Why would he start now?
That was what I was. His prisoner. His slave. His puppet. And there was nothing in the world I could do to stop it. He was an all-powerful, all-fearing god and I a simple witch who could only do his bidding.
But that was okay. As long as Gene was safe I'd do whatever he wanted me to. I'd be his fuck toy. I'd be his lackey. I'd be his slave.
His hairy chest rose and fell, slowly, almost hypnotically but I knew he wasn't asleep. He never slept when I was there. I didn't know if it was a precaution or if he didn't need it as a god but it was disturbing. Especially on days when he kept me here to fuck between meetings. He was like a vampire in that way. Maybe he was. After all, I knew very little about the gods. None of us did.
Up until three years ago they didn't even exist and then all of a sudden they all started coming back, one by one, determined to rule the world and take back their kingdoms.
Except for my friends' partners. Loki and Hades. All they seemed to want was love.
A chuckle escaped me.
That was all I could do. Laugh at the thought. An all-powerful god wanting love and companionship. That was the stuff of dreams, not of reality. At least not for me.
Never for me.
