“D…don’t. I’m still sensitive,” he said.
I nodded, turning my attention to his ass. I positioned myself against him, rubbed lube all over my cock and pushed my crown against his tight pink muscle. Just when he was about to breathe in, I froze him again.
My cock twitched as I pushed deeper. A tingling pulsed stronger and stronger at the top of my head and my eyes flickered as I used the god before me, my Sett, the way he wanted to be used.
The more I fucked him, the more I practiced my power on him and with each passing second, I became more and more comfortable with this newfound energy and strength within me.
He was right.
I was a god.
I was a king.
His king.
Because he was the one who’d made me.
I plunged inside him and time slipped from my fingers. Sett came to life and took hold of me, of my face and tightened his hole as I unloaded.
This moment with him—every moment really—was so charged and wonderful it threatened to drive me insane.
He was so sexy, so intoxicating, so consuming. As was what he’d just let me do to him. My whole body gave out and my head…it buzzed with pain and satisfaction.
“Thank you,” I said and I was immediately suffocated by his kisses and touches.
“I live to serve you, my Drew. My king.”
Hearing those words come out of his mouth, hearing him claim me as his, after everything I’d done, after my multiple betrayals, felt like a stab in the gut, but also…
Also, like the warmest, most reassuring lullaby and promise.
Because I believed him.
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve such a creature, but I’d fallen for a god.
And somehow, he’d fallen for me.
Sett
Filling my Drew with power was nothing short of exhilarating. The way he fit me inside him, the way he received me and the way he shone brighter, like a star, was wonderful to witness.
He truly had no idea how powerful he was and how unique. I didn't think he believed me when I called him a king, but he was.
Reign over time was rare. So rare I'd never met anyone with the power. He may not have been a god by nature but he was certainly a god in my eyes.
"I've never felt like this before," he said.
I ran my hand across his face, savoring this moment with him, his magic emanating from him like lightning in the middle of a stormy sea. "I wasn't joking, you know. You truly are a powerful witch. I'm sorry you were led to believe you're not."
He blinked. His lips pursed into half a smile and I knew my work wasn't done. He may have reached his full potential now, but he still didn't know he was one in a million.
I guess I'd just have to keep showing him with all my being, every day, for the rest of my life, if he let me.
He took a deep breath and I matched him in intensity before I leaned on my hand and lay beside him, running my fingers across his smooth skin as if I needed this newfound magic to survive.
"What are we going to do about Horus?" he asked after a moment, breaking the sanctity of the silence between us.
I couldn't blame him.
