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Wielding his mother’s knife, Horus followed the caravans to Kemis to meet the merciless god of war. The caravans whispered among themselves, eyeing the young man with interest.
“Do you think he’ll be to our master’s taste?”
“He looks like a stud. Our lord would flay us if we presented him with such a large youth.”
Horus ignored them, keeping his knife close and sharp eyes closer to anyone who stared at him.
At Kemis he explored the abandoned temple rendered into ruins and dust. The stench of blood was thick and grew stronger as he ventured deeper. Wisps of perfumed smoke guided Horus into a chamber littered with pools of blood and mutilated boys. In the furthest part of the room were translucent curtains and a bed.
Horus meandered around the corpses, careful to not disrespect the slaughtered and not to awaken the murderer. The tube of the shisha moved. A shadow of a sha emerged from a lump in the bed and stirred. Its face perked and pushed the curtain to get a better look.
“There you are.”
Sand formed around Horus' body, caressing his entire body, slipping into his shendyt and fondling his thighs. He dared not to move and allowed the sand to whisk him to the god’s bed.
Seth placed his hands over the stranger’s handsome chiseled face and smiled. “I've been waiting for you.”
He fumbled with his black shendyt and removed it, tossing it aside without a care. Having had too much to drink and smoke, he stumbled and rolled towards the pillows and laid against them, legs open. His dick grew in anticipation. “Aren't you going to have me?”
In his drunken and high stupor, Seth grew tired of the disappointment of not finding his son. Too much blood and murder. No more young boys. He craved a body - a man - to bring him to the heavens. His followers were ordered to bring him a handsome youth for a different sort of sacrifice. His body would be devoured for the sole purpose of pleasuring the king.
Horus swallowed, unsure what to make of the situation. Have the cruel god supreme? With an unsteady hand, he cupped Seth’s face and removed the headdress. A gorgeous cascade of red silk fell into his arms.
This is the man who hunted my mother and I for centuries? I thought he would be a beast or unsightly, but he is as beautiful and powerful as the red desert.
The god of war crooned and curled into the stranger’s touch. His body hot and willing, fueled by liquor and incense. His lips touched the palm of the man’s hand and licked. His eyes glazed with intoxication and salacity.
All his life he lived hidden from the outside world, hearing nothing but his mother's cries and curses about Seth and revenge. He never wanted revenge and even now the idea never crossed his mind. All he saw was a sultry god spreading his legs, hands gliding past the tuft of pubic hair and touching his hardened member.
A tightness poked against his shendyt. Horus came to Kemis to change his destiny, but he never expected it to involve his first arousal.
Despite his state of inebriation, Seth became irritated and impatient. If that man valued his life, he'd accept his body and fuck him into the sheets. He had no time for senseless staring. If he wasn't going to have him, then his khopesh would. “Get on with it,” he growled, yanking Horus’ hair.
Like a starving man, Horus reached over and bit Seth's neck, lapping over the blood and bite marks.
Seth moaned in encouragement. This was what he wanted.
It was his first time, but his touch was of an experienced lover. Instinct guided Horus' hands, sweeping all over Seth's body. He drank in every crevice and ripped muscle and memorized the places that made the god melt in his arms. His mouth sucked on a pink nipple, giving it a gentle bite to test his Uncle's body.
Seth arched his back and pushed Horus' head closer. “You're an excellent prostitute.” He pushed Horus away from his sensitive chest, holding his head to get a better look at the man. Piercing blue eyes full of lust and love. What an odd man to have such affections for him so soon. “Put that mouth to good use.”
Horus looked down to see Seth's hard member twitching and oozing with excitement. His mouth watered at the sight. He never in his life did he feel hunger or thirst, but today his stomach growled and yearned to eat. Lowering his head, Horus licked the tip experimentally.
“Good whore,” said the god.
Not to upset the powerful god, Horus grasped the cock in his hand, sliding up and down, following signals of Seth's squirms and moans. He engulfed the organ into his mouth - the first thing Horus ever tasted in his life.
Seth bucked his hips for more of that wet heat. The last time he felt the intimate touch of another had been back before Nephthys' betrayal. But he wouldn't think of that. Right now the man in front of him serviced him. A little sloppy with the debauched slurping sounds of his mouth smacking against his dick, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. He laid back to let the harlot have his feast.
Tongue swirled around the cock, lapping and sucking. He used his other hand to cup the balls and press his thumb against the perineum. His uncle demanded pleasure and he would give it to him. If he said to stop, he would not. Seth tasted amazing and he still hungered for more. More of those thick thighs and shivers when he dipped deeper and swallowed that cock whole. The way Seth latched on his head, pushing him further made his own cock twitch in anticipation. If his uncle wanted Horus to become his cock sleeve, then so be it. It is where he belonged.
Why did his mother deny him? To hell with it! It was her loss and his gain. He got to sample and have Seth. A rare treat.
As strong as he may be, Seth couldn’t hold any longer. The whore did a wonderful job taking his dick whole, worshipping and sucking it dry. No one had ever given him praise like this. Not a coin or a trinket, Seth would reward him with his essence instead. If the man spat it out, then so would his head. Without a warning, because a harlot didn’t need any, Seth came into his mouth, thrusting without caring for the slut’s wellbeing. And why should he? He was the god supreme and deserved to treat a whore’s body as he deemed fit. Pulling the man’s hair, he released his ecstasy into his mouth.
“Take it all.”
Horus accepted the seed, a little surprised by the desperate pulls and grip around his head and hair, but he took it. He relaxed his throat and tongue and let his sweet uncle face fuck him until he finished emptying inside him.
Seth panted, heavy lidded eyes on the hired man. A smile formed when the man gulped the gift, bright blue eyes staring back at him. They ached with desire, and Seth would give him the privilege to appease. He pushed Horus' head away with his foot, drank more wine, and sighed. “That was acceptable.”
Horus kneeled and bowed before the Lord of the Desert. “What can I do to make it better?”
“Let me see that cock of yours.”
Horus sat up and nodded. He wiped his mouth, savoring the taste of his uncle and removed his shendyt. His dick stood up proud and throbbing. It wanted to touch himself and release, but could not under the intense gaze of the god supreme. Was it good? Did his uncle think it was too small? Uncle's dick was perfect. It had a nice size, was hot, and felt good in his mouth. He wanted to dive back in for another taste, but his uncle's eyes were wild and seemed to be a bit scared. Was it really that bad?
“What the hell is that!?” Seth slurred and pointed with a drunken hand.
“My penis?”
“That is not a penis!” What a joke! That was a monster, a serpent! What sort of whore did his worshippers bring to him, a bull?
“I am confused, my lord. This is what it is.”
It was not what he said it was. What a liar! Seth leaned in and fell ungracefully face first into Horus’ crotch, his body heavy from the incense and alcohol. The blazing heat of the man's body was welcoming and smelled good. He smelled like a zephyr and musk.
He nuzzled closer against the groin, uncaring of the cockhead poking his face. The precum of Horus smeared against his cheek. “I never expected to be this excited over a cheap prostitute.”
“I am not cheap.” Horus bit his lip, unsure why he didn’t deny himself as a prostitute. Perhaps he wanted it. He craved and needed to be used by a powerful, noble god for his selfish purposes. To be tossed aside after being emptied into over and over again. To be at his beck and call whenever his uncle’s appetite grew ravenous. His mother would search and miss him dearly, and yet if he remained at his uncle’s side as his personal whore, Horus would not. He hoped to remain lost forever in his mother’s eyes while warming the bed and cock of his king.
Seth licked the drip of precum on his lips. Pressing his lips against Horus’ shaft, he said, “Then prove it to me.” He darted his tongue and traced along a bulging vein. “Show me you are worth all the gold in the kingdom.”
The god pulled himself back, eyes never leaving Horus’ organ. It was huge, possibly bigger than Osiris, if not with more girth. The alcohol made him do this. The incense encouraged it more so. His thoughts of unpleasant memories were hazed and blurred by the substances. No one in the world existed. There was no pained past, only the whore in front of him and his own body and desire. Under normal circumstances he would take the boy and claim him, but in his stupor and arousal, he lost all care for how his body was pleasured.
“What shall I do?”
“Do what you wish.”
Horus lounged for his uncle’s body. His beautiful, lascivious body that begged to be defiled. He never lusted in his life as his entire being had been raised on hatred and groomed to destroy Seth, and yet he defied that destiny. In all her efforts to feed anger and vitriol, Isis nurtured Horus with curiosity and an unbridled carnality. Today it finally manifested with a stiff prick longing to stuff his uncle with his passion and yearning. He sucked on the bruise forming against Seth’s skin. Let it form into a mark, fleeting yet enough form a memory of the intimate time spent with a complete stranger.
Seth wrapped his arms around his whore. The incense made him heavier and powerless, but he was fine with that. Let the boy have his way with his filthy body. Let him fuck everything all away.
Bronze lips traveled along Seth’s body. Everything about him was perfect. To be granted the honor to touch, lap, and kiss was far more than what Horus could ever hope for. His uncle already graced his throat with his cock and seed, and now he gave him the permission to do as he pleased. Truly, Seth was the strongest, most noble and kindest of the gods. A mere demigod could not dream to hold this distinction. He kissed his knees and calves. He worshipped his feet and returned back to nibbling and marking his thighs, biting at the junction between his leg and hips.
Opening his uncle’s legs further, Horus bent over and licked between his ass and balls, pressing his uncle down into the mattress so he could continue to pleasure him. And it was hard as Seth cried out and moved to gain more purchase, but Horus wasn’t done. He wanted to have more of the god supreme before he sobered up. His fingers spread the ass open and explored with his tongue.
Seth shivered in delight. He would reward the caravans for bringing such a talented whore. The sensation of large, yet gentle fingers wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He relaxed and attempted to transform into sand, allowing the pain to cease and the pleasure to replace it. A strong, wet muscle plunged inside his body while a hand gripped at his dick and jerked it. It twisted and swirled, greedily taking in everything it could in its reach. Every touch were sparks of bliss.
His bottom half was lifted and folded. The tongue dove deeper with fingers assisting to gain more access. The sounds the whore made were sopping and lewd.
“Don’t stop!” Seth whimpered. He was going to cum again.
“Never my lord,” answered Horus.
The god twitched and shook under Horus’ ministrations. He called out to his harlot and came into his hand, cum dripping onto his hips and thighs. The pain of teeth sinking into the plump flesh of his buttock sent goosebumps along his body.
Horus laid his uncle back on the bed, but he wasn’t satisfied. Not until the god supreme was fully pleasured in every way possible. Licking his lips, he bent over his uncle’s ear.
“Please…” he whined. “Please let me, my master, my lord. Let me bury myself into your most sacred body. I am not worthy but allow this wretched whore to have the greatest gift to ever be bestowed.” He sucked on Seth’s Adam's apple. “You have anointed me with your seed twice. Please give me the permission to have you.”
Seth blinked, vision unsteady and mind slow. The dumb man didn’t hear him correctly. “I told you to do as you wish, didn’t I? But you must earn the highest honor.”
Horus kissed his lord’s hands. “What is that honor?”
“Figure it out, you stupid slut.” He whipped his hands away. “Earn it.”
Frustrated, yet in awe, Horus settled himself between his uncle’s willing legs and positioned his aching sex. “I will have you and I will earn your honor.”
“Don’t disappoint me.”
“I won’t.” Horus smirked. Where the confidence came from, he did not know, but his uncle challenged him, and he was not going to lose.
Unsure, he hesitated and poked at Seth’s entrance. If he denied for too long, his uncle would take notice and possibly slaughter him, leaving him to rot among the other bodies. With a deep breath, he entered Seth. A hot warmth enveloped his cock, inviting him in.
“So big.” Seth shuddered, hands gripped against the sheets. “You’re so big.”
“Uncle,” he called out. His hips snapped forward, burying his entire self into Seth. “Oh… Uncle you feel…” He pulled back, eyes rolling back and pushed forward again. “You feel incredible.”
He thrusted again and again into Seth. He was greedy and he didn’t care. All his life he was denied everything, and at this moment he obtained a sliver of what everything felt like. And it was glorious and amazing. It sucked him back in whenever he pulled out. That hole was just as voracious as him. It demanded to be pounded into and claimed. The god supreme’s cries were asking, begging, screaming for more.
Nails clawed onto Horus’s back, digging deep until it bed. Seth held onto for his life, stars and rapture in his eyes, mouth opening, moaning, and drooling from the large cock. It ravaged him. And he deserved it. He was the king and the king got whatever he wanted. He wanted to be claimed and fucked. His legs unconsciously found themselves around his whore’s waist and pulled himself closer into the man. The girth stretched and split his body wide open. Seth threw his head back, allowing Horus to bite and kiss.
“You are so good, Uncle.” Horus furrowed his eyebrows, concentrated on Seth’s beautiful face as well as his own ecstasy. Desperate hands planted finger-shaped bruises along the god’s hips. He needed more of that perfect body.
“Aaah! More! More!” Seth’s arms travelled to Horus’ neck and jutted his hips. He couldn’t get enough of that dick. This is what sex was supposed to be like. This was the pleasure he was denied by his wife, and the permission denied by his brother. The whore gave him all he wanted, followed his commands, grasping, thrusting, and hitting every place he liked and continued at his orders.
Horus sought to give him more. Whatever he wanted, he’d gladly comply. His body collapsed over Seth’s, dick pressed further, and his hips continued to thrust in and out, not allowing Seth to buckle forward, trapped on the mattress and at the mercy of his heavy slamming. He won’t stop. He can’t stop. And his uncle demanded he never stop.
“Uncle!” The demigod came first. Body quivering and thrusting erratically as he felt the throes of pleasure coming to its peak. He came inside Seth, uncaring of the consequences. If his uncle murdered him right now, Horus would die happy. He tasted the finest dish. There were no regrets.
In Horus’ fast and unsteady cumming, Seth couldn’t hold his own either. His body shook and arched forward as high as Horus’ body allowed. He gasped and collapsed. The weight of his whore comforted him as the waves of his orgasmed eased. It was a great fuck.
“You shall always bring me to the brink.”
“Uncle, my beautiful lord and master,” he panted, lips kissing along Seth’s jawline. “You are truly one to behold.”
Seth grabbed the man’s face and kissed him. He licked and bit the lower lip and inserted his tongue inside, exploring and tasting the stranger. He was amazing, and he belonged to him.
Stunned, Horus stared back at Seth’s sleepy red eyes and melted into his first kiss.
“That is the highest honor.” said Seth against Horus’ lips. They refused to let go, after all the man belonged to him forever. “My beautiful, personal whore.”
“Why the hell did you tell me this!?” screamed Anubis in horror at the nearly naked man before him.
“... Because you are Uncle Seth’s weakness. And I had to tell you why I accepted the curse. ”
“What curse? Why are you like this!?”
“Because I accepted the curse to always warm your father’s bed.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”