Page 50 of Sett and his King
So I did what I must. I kept going. I sucked him off. I kissed him. I had my wicked way with him and his body over and over again and he was none the wiser to most of it.
I couldn’t stop. It was as if…as if being with him made me resist the urge deep inside me. The urge drilled into me by my master.
As if the longer I stayed buried inside him, the stronger I became to defy Horus’s command.
“Kill my brother. Get me the scarab.”
Those had been his words. His order.
I thrust inside Sett and as he unfroze, his hole clenched around my cock so nice and tight it threatened to make me shoot my load.
I froze him again, making the tightness more permanent and drove myself in him over and over again and my desire built into a crescendo I couldn’t avoid.
His groans turned to words, but I trapped his mouth with my lips, kissing him, not wanting to break this moment…of true union. One I had never felt before, especially not with Horus.
His hands ghosted over my skin, from my neck to the small of my back all the way down my ass, giving me goosebumps. His legs wrapped around my hips, pinning me closer and deeper. As if he too didn't want to let me go.
But I knew we couldn't do this forever, no matter how much time I froze, this had to be done.
So I did what any man would have done in my place. I looked into his beautiful golden eyes that seemed to shine just for me and…let go.
I gasped, filling him with my seed with each labored thrust until reality came crashing back. I collapsed on the sofa, breathless and exhausted but even then I couldn't resist the command I’d been given any longer.
I picked up the mug with the poisoned coffee, gave it to Sett, and watched him die all over again.
Only this time it was real.
I didn't bother moving his body. I simply instructed the house to keep Yaya out of the living room, put my clothes back on, and walked out of the door and into Horus's lair.
That weird feeling, that sense of deja vu that niggled on the back of my head.
Why was this dream haunting me? I should have forgotten it by now and yet it all felt as if it had just happened.
Maybe it was because I was reliving it, almost play by play.
I stood in front of Horus’s office and as the door opened, a chill rushed down my spine.
“Welcome back, Drew" Horus said as soon as the door opened, and I tried to say something, anything, but I couldn't.
This…this was too real. This was too accurate. Maybe it hadn’t been a dream, but how?
Horus stood and pointed to the chair in front him, instructing me to sit down.
I did as commanded.
Then, he walked around, towered over me and whispered in my ear, "Do you have it?"
"Where is Gene?" I asked.
"Gene is fine."
My stomach sank.
“Give it to me.”
My hands did as told despite my resistance.
Because there was no such thing. Not where Horus was concerned.
