Page 43 of Sett and his King
"Does it work?" I asked Sett when we returned home.
I went straight through to the living room where a bottle of wine and two glasses were already waiting for us and laid the glass case down.
Sett took the glass apart as I obliterated my glass of wine and watched him move the scarab from one hand to the other, rolling it between his fingers as if it were a dice and not my whole life he was playing with.
"It does." he said. "It's so strange. I can…I can feel his power inside. I don't understand how he retained part of it. It was supposed to wipe it out completely."
I shrugged. "Beats me."
Sett sighed.
"Well, we've got what we need. Now we can save your brother."
He leaned into me with joy and I felt rotten.
I took him into my arms because I could use some of his positivity. I really could.
My lips guided me to his as if on instinct and the butterflies got wild within me yet again. They made me feel almost sick but I couldn't find it in me to stop.
He set the scarab down and pinned me against his body as I laid us down on the sofa and explored his body with my hands. His fingers trailed along my spine all the way to the small of my back sending shivers all over me.
I needed this one last time. I needed him.
So I took him, kissed his mouth, his neck, his everything, shedding clothes and time as if they were trivial. He was so hard for me, so needy. I fed off it. It was intoxicating, and even more intoxicating was how much he enjoyed being dominated.
I'd never tried to use my power before but after seeing how much he wanted it, how much he enjoyed it, I didn't know why I hadn't tried it sooner. Maybe I needed someone like him to show me it was okay and give me permission.
Choice and consent was so sexy.
I groaned as I worked my way down his body taking him in my mouth. He was big and thick and hot. And I couldn't have enough of him.
Unlike Horus, he didn't try to push himself deeper, he didn't try to force me. He just laid back and enjoyed everything I was giving him. How could these two be so completely different?
Why did they have to be so different?
He gazed into my eyes as I sucked him dry, and the guilt rubbed at the pit of my stomach. I couldn't stand it. I really couldn't.
I let go of him, spread his legs wide open, froze him in time, and fucked him. At least when he was frozen he couldn't look at me with those puppy dog eyes. Or to be more precise, I could look at him and not feel like the worst person in the world.
When I came, it was inside him and he was none the wiser. Not until I crawled back up to him and kissed him back to reality and he cuddled me to sleep.
When I woke up, he was still asleep.
I had no idea what time it was, or how long I'd been out. What I did know was that I had a job to do so I froze him again and got out of his arms, walked into the kitchen and got to work.
My insides flared as if grieving for what could have been, but…
There was nothing I could do now.
I walked back into the living room, coffee in hand and woke him up with a kiss on the lips.
He smiled when he opened his eyes. My stomach sank.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey. I made coffee."
He took in a deep breath and hummed with pleasure before sitting up and taking the mug from me.
