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Payment	By : tehuti88 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Myths Views: 3822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

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AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Angst, Complete, M/F, OC, Oneshot, Other (sexual activity w/ no humans involved)
STORYLINE CODE: H (set in the Horus/Kemet storyline)
TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): "Obsession"
PAIRING: Sokar/Selket (M/F)
EXPLANATION: Please see "http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/26469-explanations-disclaimers/page__view__findpost__p__252905" (copy & paste URL without quotes in address bar) for full story explanation and important author's notes! (It'll make a lot more sense if you do.)
PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: The "Sokar/Selket" scenes are rather old, so there may be some inconsistencies (including some icky POV problems in "Payment"). I don't THINK Sokar would be quite so paranoid and afraid as he acts here but then again, when you're dealing with the daughter of a VERY powerful god... Also, a hawk god, with teeth--? Yep; don't expect me to explain it, though. How do you explain all my animal-headed characters kissing when they shouldn't even have lips, huh? I hate to think how ibis-headed Thoth manages. The mention of "money" is awkward; the ancient Egyptians DID have a sort of barter/monetary system (I've read that they sometimes used rings, which is the item of payment I use in my stories), but the word itself seems too modern to me. *shrug* And I only just now noticed how incredibly tame this scene is compared to others. Oh well.
This scene is from circa 2003, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.

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She stepped inside the darkened palace, glancing around at the few lamps that lit the place, lining the walls on both sides of the hall that she walked through. Her footsteps echoed on the floor. There was nothing else to be heard. She would have thought that she was alone, except a slight flutter drew her attention to the end of the hallway, still lost in shadows. A small black hawk flew out toward her, alighting on one of the lamps.
"Who are you?" it asked.
"Goddess Selket. I'm here to see Lord Sokar."
"Is he expecting you?"
"No."
"I'll let him know you're here." Without a further word it was gone, just as quickly as it had appeared.
She waited for a moment; hearing and seeing nothing further, she continued. Several moments passed as she walked. She started to get the feeling that something was watching her, and stopped to listen, peering into one of the side hallways. Nothing.
"Goddess Selket?"
She nearly jumped at the voice, whirling around in the direction she'd come from. If she hadn't had exceptional night vision she would have seen nothing but two red glowing spots in the shadows; as dark as it was, all that she could make out were the spots, surrounded by an even blacker patch of darkness.
She nodded. "God Sokar?"
The shadow stepped forward and tilted its head in a possible bow. "That is what I'm called."
He smiled at her with his hawk's beak, a crooked, chilly smile. He was dressed all in black, a long cape draped down over his shoulders almost to the floor. It swirled around him when he moved. His eyes glowed red in the dimness. There was something in his smile that unnerved her, yet also drew her toward him. Selket lifted her head slightly, showing that she was unafraid, and offered her own smile.
"I've come to ask if you could help me with something."
"What is it you need, Goddess?"
There was a slight sardonic tone to his voice which she ignored. She assumed that he was simply trying to frighten her, for no real reason other than to see if it could be done. She wasn't going to let him. "I've been having some problems with God Apesh. Do you know him?"
"I've heard of him." The tone of his voice changed, now sounding almost disinterested.
"It seems that God Apesh has been trying to convince himself that we are in love and are to be married soon."
"And what's the problem with this?"
She sneered. "I'm not interested in him in the least."
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Poor Apesh. Yet what is it you wished me to do?"
"It also seems that God Apesh is getting a little too convinced," she explained. "Basically, he has started to become somewhat threatening. I thought perhaps you could cool him down."
"By doing--?"
"Nothing much. Simply letting him know when he's overstepping his bounds, and making sure to put him back in his place should he ever do so."
Sokar's grin grew deeper. He executed a mock bow, crossing his arm over his chest and dipping at the waist. "If that's all you want, then I'd be honored to do it, Lady Selket."
That sarcastic tone again. When he stood up and his eyes locked on hers she felt a thrill run through her. She had no way of knowing how he felt but she was certainly interested in him. Simply the acidy tone of his words; he wasn't seething with the false sugary flattery or respectful deference that any of the other deities showed. It was almost as if he were mocking her, trying to scare her off, testing her own boundaries. It didn't put her off as she was sure it would have done with most of the other goddesses. It only made her interest grow.
"I have no way to pay you with money right now," she told him.
He shook his head, again almost boredly. "You don't need to pay me."
"I know," she said, stepping forward. "But I want to."
She approached and draped her arms over his shoulders. He was taller than she was; she drew his head down and kissed him. She didn't know how he'd react to that; maybe his whole attitude hadn't been false at all, maybe he really had wished her gone. But she had to find out.
A moment later he cupped her face with one hand, his other hand going to her back. She smiled inwardly. So he had been interested, after all; it wasn't only mockery that she'd seen in his eyes. She had no way of knowing the surprise he'd felt when she first kissed him, almost as if she'd been reading his thoughts; at first he'd suspected a trick, it had to be a trick of Hathor's of some kind, yet it seemed real enough; he responded and kissed her back, even more passionately. She ran her hands down his back; then she felt him lift her up in his arms, carrying her; several minutes later he was putting her down, and she could feel the softness of pillows against her back, and knew that he'd brought her to his bed. When he broke the kiss, climbing up to join her, she grinned, tracing a finger down his chest and laughing silently. His eyes were hooded and hard to see in the dark, yet still they smoldered like two coals. He brought himself over her, touching her face and kissing her again. She drew up her leg, running her foot along his leg lightly. He ran his hand down her side. When he released the straps on her dress and pulled it down she did the same with his clothing, pulling it off and discarding it over the side of the bed. His hands caressed her as he pulled her dress down over her hips; as soon as she was freed of it she rubbed against him again, undoing the belt to his kilt. His long cape she left on, as it covered them, shielding them from the night. She tasted his mouth, twining her hands across his back and lifting herself, pressing her hips against him. He was moving now, back and forth slightly; he stroked her thigh and pressed her back down gently yet firmly. She could feel him throbbing against her now, and laughed silently again, shifting beneath him, spreading her legs as wide as she could, bending at the knees. He rose slightly, placing himself between her legs; as soon as he was positioned he pushed inside. Selket's back arched and she lifted her legs, her thighs pressing against him; as he started to move, pushing in and pulling out, she stretched her legs again, rubbing against his. He rose and fell slowly, thrusting; he wasn't panting but his breath was deep and heavy. Selket wasn't panting either but she too breathed deeply, gasping when he pushed deeper inside. She kissed him again, her tongue darting inside to meet his; she murmured into his mouth and moved with him, her hips swaying in a rolling motion. She had expected him to go quickly, furiously; this was better than what she had hoped for.
Sokar, on the other hand, hadn't expected anything at all; even as he'd carried her inside he'd still been thinking that it must be a trick of Hathor's, to draw out his anger again and test his patience; yet when Selket had opened herself for him, and let him enter, he knew that it couldn't be that way. Hathor would never have let it go this far if she'd truly been behind it. Instead of pondering over that he savored her as much as he could, the feel of her beneath him; the satin smoothness of her skin, the tautness of her muscles, the warmth of her inside; she had been with others, he could tell, she had that much experience; yet he knew that he was also tasting more deeply of her than any of them ever could have. He felt a fire in his chest which she felt also; though much of it was physical, he knew there was an element there that wasn't. It was something he hadn't quite felt before, but he knew what it was.
Selket murmured again, straining against him. She was almost ready to come. He ran his fingers over her breasts and she arched into him; they weren't large, and she herself was rather narrow hipped, as slender and delicate as a river reed, but he didn't care about that anyway; the fire inside both of them was burning fiercer. And what she might have lacked in bodily voluptuousness was made up for by the darkness of her eyes, that thick, moist, teasing darkness which had first drawn him to her, as the fiery cynicism in his had drawn her. He cupped her hips, kissing her deeply; when he thrust again and released she gasped and pressed against him, accepting him. For a moment or two they stayed that way, straining into each other; then he let out his breath, feeling the flow of his seed waning, and she relaxed as well, sinking down beneath him. There was a faint gleam of perspiration on her skin in the dimness; breathing heavily, he pulled himself out to lie at her side. Selket lay trying to steady her own breath, turning her head slightly on the pillows and tracing a finger along his chest again; with a sigh he burrowed his head tiredly into the bed. She moved to lie closer to him, resting her head against his arm; closing her eyes, she felt sleep take its hold, and surrendered herself to it, as she had surrendered to Sokar.

It was the sound of birds that awakened her. With a murmur she opened her eyes, her vision immediately clearing on Sokar's face. He still slept beside her. She stretched, catlike, and sighed in contentment. His reaction to her last night had been better than she'd hoped. She'd thought that he might back away and scream at her to leave his palace immediately for propositioning him like that. There were others, mortals included, who would have reacted that way. Yet she knew she had him for good now.
She rolled onto her side and traced her finger along his face. He shook his head slightly and tried to swat her away. With a giggle she kept doing this until he forced his eyes open and looked at her.
He'd thought that it was just a dream. But what he saw proved that it wasn't. It was Goddess Selket, who'd come to him for help. Lying beside him. Naked. She smiled at him coyly.
Immediately he was up, his eyes wide with shock and--dare she think it?--horror. He leapt off of the bed, just as catlike as she; his cape swirled around him, hiding his own nakedness. He clutched at it as if to try and hide himself further.
"Goddess!" he burst out, half confused. He tried to shove the last of the sleep from his mind, shaking his head wildly. Selket sat up, not bothering to draw the pillows around her. Sokar felt himself flush furiously; he averted his eyes, putting up a hand to shield everything below her neck from his sight. The goddess looked offended.
"Is this any way to say good morning?" she asked, crossing her arms over her breasts.
He clenched his teeth and continued looking away, only stealing glances at her to get a glimpse of the look on her face. "Goddess--I'm sorry about this," he said, his speech stilted. "I didn't--I didn't force you, did I--?"
Selket's eyes widened and she gaped at him for a moment. Then she burst into laughter. Against his will, Sokar felt his tensed muscles relaxing. She wouldn't be laughing if he'd forced her to do anything.
"Forced--forced me?" she gasped, and laughed again, doubling over. "In case you don't remember, Lord Sokar, I came on to you. I hardly think you forced me to do anything."
He let out his breath. Well, that was one good thing. Now all that he had to do was get her out of here quietly.
"I am sorry it turned out like this," he echoed himself, ignoring the fact that it had been her idea from the start. She just looked at him, uncomprehending. "God Ra will hear nothing of this. I promise."
"Ra? What's Father got to do with this?"
He cringed inwardly. "I won't tell him about this, if you won't. He doesn't need to know, and your reputation will be intact. You could go on your way as if we had never spoken."
"Go on my way?" She frowned at him. "If I did not know any better I'd say you are trying to brush me off."
He looked at her again. "Isn't that what you want? If God Ra were to find out about this, he'd have both our heads."
She snorted and crossed her arms again. "If God Ra were to find out, I couldn't care less." This time it was Sokar who gaped. "What we had last night was something that takes more than one night to experience."
"You don't mean--" He didn't finish the statement. He couldn't believe that she was even still interested, what with her father apt to be watching over her every minute that he could. Sokar hadn't wanted to take the chance.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, coming toward him. He looked away hurriedly again; she was still making no effort to cover herself. When she placed her hand upon his arm he actually flinched away from her, as if expecting Ra to be looking in right at that moment.
"I know you got something more out of that than what you usually get with others," she murmured, running her fingers lightly down his arm. He swallowed hard. It embarrassed him to hear her talking about his "others"; he'd hoped that she would never think about him being with anyone else. "I know because I did too. We may as well both face it, Lord Sokar--there's something more in both of us than in anyone else. We won't find it elsewhere, no matter how hard we look."
He shook his head, adamant. "I'm not going to lie to you, Lady Selket. Your father and I have never gotten along well. I have a--'reputation' among the other gods. I don't want it rubbing off on you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment."
"Reputation?" She grinned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You don't get out as much as you should, do you, Lord Sokar? I have a reputation myself. Simply being seen with you wouldn't change things much."
He flushed again. "I wouldn't want to lessen any respect you do get--"
"I don't care about respect. They can have all the respect or contempt they want. I couldn't care less what they think. It's only their shallow opinion." Her hard grin turned into a smile and she continued running her fingers along his face and neck. Sokar felt a dull ache inside him; what she was saying so far was making sense. Two black sheep couldn't do anything to hurt each other's reputation. "Face it, Lord, you never cared about your own reputation that much; that's why you and Father are on such close terms, isn't it?" He didn't reply, so she went on. "Well, I never cared much about mine either. I suppose that's why Goddess Hathor likes me so much." Her mouth twitched. "I'm certain you know what I mean by 'like'?"
He sneered faintly himself. "I do."
"It seems maybe, however, she's given us both a respite. We should take advantage of that, shouldn't we?" She caressed his face. "Or else I know we'd never be able to forgive ourselves."
Her dark sloe eyes were drawing him in, deeper and deeper. He stared into her face as if hypnotized, and his voice was, surprisingly to him, merely a murmur when he replied.
"Yes," he said, barely a whisper. "Or we'd never forgive ourselves."
She continued smiling at him, her eyes two dark pools reflecting the fiery red coals of his. "God Ra or no God Ra," she whispered.
And Sokar bent down, and kissed her.

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