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It was wrong! All of it... so wrong! As he slithered through the waters of Nun with his tongue flicking out before him giving guidance, he could taste the very disaster that would become of this little experiment. He knew what would happen if it was permitted to come to fruition. It would only be a matter of time before his darkness would have to swallow the light; but did they care? Did they listen, and heed his warning?
Time and time again, he tried to end it, but Raet-Tawy was always able to beat him back at every turn. Where once he could mightily wield his power, he was now made to be cowed by this lesser being– and for what? So that she and all her descendants could bring everything crashing down! What was the point?
"Apophis, what are you thinking about so heavily that it has you shurking your duties around the cosmos?"
"My Lord Heka, forgive me— "
Heka stroked down the long line of Apophis' body, reaching through the mound he had coiled himself into to lift him. Heka was warmth. Heka was life, and Apophis craved to be cradled in his greatness for eternity.
"There, there, my Demon Serpent, rest yourself in me for a while. Then, you may attend your duties," Heka murmured to the primordial snake. "Kemet should be the least of your concerns."
These words struck a chord of doubt in the heart of Apophis. Was it possible that the Great God Heka did not know of the turmoil that had begun to brew within Kemet? But Heka knew everything. To tell him not to bother must mean that his father wishes for its destruction.
"They will destroy more than just Kemet, Father."
"They can only do what I have given them the power to do. It is no different for you, my son. Do not worry yourself over the mistakes that others shall make, and do not take more than I have allowed you to take. You, Apophis, are there to remind them of their frailty."
It was settled then. Apophis was to just let it go. He had bigger and better things to move onto. He needed to grow his strength; to test the might of Raet-Tawy night after night as with the other gods of the cosmos. That was his charge. That is what he was good at, and soon, his worries faded into nothing until the day the first of them came into the newly formed world. On the fifth and final day, Apophis had had enough!
"Ra, we had a deal!" Apophis reminded her as he clothed himself in the likeness of a man. "You told me that you had it all under control."
"I did!" She spat, her golden eyes flickered with indignation. "How was I to know I would be betrayed."
"And yet you let the betrayer live. How interesting." Apophis mocked.
"You know damn well how important my daughter is to the balance. Were I to kill the one she loves, Maat would gladly open the door to chaos!" Ra said in defense of herself.
Serpentine eyes bore into her. This was his trick, holding her captive with his gaze. When he had learned to do it, Ra could no longer remember, but it was serene. The very essence of peace, and she leaned into it in an outward display of surrender. Inside, though, she railed against his control. She fought and clawed in an attempt to break free. She just needed to get to her weapon.
"Perhaps you could let me do it then," Apophis breathed against her lips. "Stand aside, and I will lay your betrayer low."
He kissed her, his lips a tender caress as he flicked his tongue out to taste the fear she could not speak of. Apophis liked her this way. Compliant as he lay her beneath him, the cock of this manifested body already hard for her. Maybe this time, she would stop resisting enough to give him a child.
She was pliable beneath his hands as he caressed down the tight curve of her waist to the taut length of her thigh. For some reason, Apophis wanted to take his time with Ra today... before they had to spar. Because that's what it was, this right here, living proof that he could end her anytime he wished.
Apophis buried his face in the big fleshy pillows of her breasts, tasting with his tongue the salty sweetness of her sweat before capturing one hardened nipple between his teeth. With a little pressure, Ra arched up into him, and not one to leave her wanting, Apophis massaged the other breast, pinching the perky mound of flesh with his fingers.
There it was, the little breathy moan that would burst through his spell, the sound, a mixture of pleasure wrapped in hate. Oh yes, she hated him, hated what he made her do; but with the same token, she could not get enough of his big cock!
"Do you want me to taste you, Sun God? Hm? Do you want me to make you flow like your beloved Nile? I can smell your waters gathering. Say the word and I shall use my mouth to open the flood gates."
Her golden eyes were bright in her fury, but he would make her beg for it regardless. So, he moved his hot mouth down the line of her muscled stomach, the tip of his tongue tracing the middle of a well-defined canal until he reached her belly button.
Apophis had settled his body between her legs, pressing his upper chest against the soft flesh of her sex, teasing the bone of her pubis with his hot breath.
"You're going to have to say it, Raet-Tawy. You are going to have to tell me that you want me to taste you."
He took in a deep breath and blew it out hot against her quivering folds, vindicated when his efforts yielded the soft mewl he was hoping for. Apophis released her enough to hear her beg.
"Come now," He whispered, dragging his bottom lip over her slit, its nectar already seeping out to coat his lip like a gloss. "Let me hear it."
"NO!"
His responding laugh was deep, his heated breath sending a tremor of need racing through her body, unwilling as it may be. "Oh, yes!"
He licked her like a lion softening the flesh before taking a bite. Up and down, up and down, until her trembling legs fell open for him; and then he dipped his tongue into the pool of her sweetness, swirling around in an enchanted movement that gave her the strength to knot her fingers into the soft curls of his dark hair and pull.
She ground her sex against his face, wrapping her strong legs around his neck. Would that she could snap his neck right now. At least her suffering would end for the rest of the night. Did she suffer, though? It certainly sounded like agony, and he had yet to fill her holes with his enormous cock.
Apophis knew the signs, knew when she was close, and he took this time to slip two fingers into her slick tunnel, juicing them up to glide effortlessly into her other hole. She came, and he loved how she quivered and pulsed against his fingers and tongue. Though she only whimpered softly, the proof was in the pudding, so to speak.
He crawled up her body to give her a filthy, wet kiss made of his saliva and her juices. Ra squirmed in an effort to have him inside her, yet Apophis continued to refuse, a smug smile stretching his full lips wide.
"You want this cock, don't you, Sun God? Oh, I know you do."
Apophis flipped her over, guiding her long body into kneeling before him. She was so wet that he easily fit into place, going deep with one hard thrust. Flesh slapping against flesh as he rammed his cock in hard, a splayed hand over her tailbone to hook his thumb into her puckered little hole, keeping it filled and ready to accept him.
He took turns now, filling each hole, watching as each one stretched to accept him, and closed down tight around his girth. She came back hard against him– harder when he put it in her ass –arching her back and bucking against him!
He was close, and he wanted to hear her screams of delight, so he let her go as he made his last deep plunge. She moaned and writhed and cursed his name as he filled her with his essence, his fingers massaging the walls of her rectum in time with each pulsing throb of his cock.
"Oh yes, you just keep on hating me, my bright little beauty. One day you might actually believe that you do... if I don't kill you first," He breathed, his tone a taunting one.
She lay there in silence, her body visibly quaking in the aftermath of their coupling. There were times, and this was one of them, when he wished to see the satisfied glow of a well-met romp in her golden eyes. An open admission that he is the only one who could fuck her so well. She gave him nothing this time as with all others.
"I'll see you tonight, sunshine." He mocked.
"HEY!"
Apophis looked up to see a pale lithe boy posed in a defensive stance. His bright red hair gleamed through the darkness, and his ruby eyes were like the embers of a smoldering fire as he held his Was Sceptre ready to strike. Apophis recognized him immediately as the one he dreaded the most... or did he? Seeing him with his very own eyes, the Demon Serpent felt a stirring deep within.
"Get away from my great grandmother, demon!" The young one demanded.
Apophis threw his head back and laughed, pointing and looking down to Ra. "This is the one who gives you cause for concern?"
The boy swung out narrowly missing Apophis' throat as he leaned away from the strike.
"How cute," He laughed, fixing the boy with his serpentine gaze. "Such confidence, such fury! I can see why she worries about where your ambitions will take you, even though I have already told her that it is the other– whoa!"
The boy had swung at him again, this time opening a deep cut in his arm. Stunned, Apophis jumped back. The boy was immune to his stare... that was interesting, very interesting indeed. Ra feared him when she should be using him!
"S-s-s-etah," Apophis hissed. "It starts here with this wound you have given me. You are tied to me now, forever doomed to face me in battle."
That last bit was just for dramatic flare. The young man would be forced into nothing of the kind, but given the depth of his strength, the heat of his passion, Apophis knew that Seth would gladly come against him.
"I do not fear you, snake!" Seth growled.
"Oh, I believe you, little one," Apophis said with an amused grin.
He hadn't the strength after his little romp with Ra to fight the courageous Seth. Besides, he had to gather himself for their real battle, set to begin at midnight.
Seth launched at him, and he easily evaded the attack, making his way to the edge of Ra's boat. "COWARD!" Seth yelled.
"More like a preservationist, kid." Apophis laughed, diving off into the primordial waters that would take him home.
What a beauty! Little Seth was all he could think about as he slithered his way down to Duat. That strong body, creamy skin, and that head full of crimson hair! Apophis ached to feel those silkened stands laying across his groin as he filled that luscious mouth with the girth of his metaphysical manhood!
By the GODS, he wanted him so! Is that why he had a sense of foreboding regarding Egypt's God of Chaos? Was Seth the one who was made to tame him? They were cut from the same cloth, were they not?
He was so young, and already the crimson beauty had such command over him! Was he the one who would be forced to surrender this time, or was the little god put here to challenge the strength of the demon serpent?
Time would tell, and as he lay there recuperating from both encounters, Apophis felt enlivened with a renewed sense of purpose, deciding that it was his wont to possess the beautiful boy... or to die trying.