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The Rivals	By : tehuti88 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Myths Views: 7129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Rivals
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AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Anal, Angst, Complete, Fingering, HJ, Humil, M/F, OC, Oneshot, Oral, Rim, UST, Violence, Voy, Other (sexual activity w/ no humans involved; nursing)
STORYLINE CODE: H (set in the Horus/Kemet storyline)
TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA
PAIRING: Sokar/Selket (M/F)
EXPLANATION: "Payment" and "Lap Dance" come before this scene featuring Sokar and Selket. And Tumu. Who's Tumu? Sokar's son, apparently. It's been quite a while since I've thought about this plotline so I can't remember things well anymore, but from what little I hazily recall, Tumu goes to live in his dad's palace for some reason, and falls in lust with Daddy's squeeze, Selket, and much UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION ensues. So much so that it looks like Tumu would prefer his own dad to be dead so he can have Selket all to himself. Eegh. Talk about dysfunctional. You want even more dysfunctional, check out the threesome piece "Family Affair," which should make this piece look downright normal.
PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: Nothing much to report here.
This scene is from circa 2003, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.

The Rivals

Tumu crouched behind the curtains in one of the alcoves in his father's room, parting them just slightly to peer out. He shouldn't be here--he knew it--but he'd found lately that...this...could help to relieve him, the fire burning deep within him, constantly. It shamed him, but the pain was too great to ignore anymore. He'd even awakened one night screaming, to find his father standing at his door, arms crossed, eyes narrowed--and had flushed in humiliation to discover that he'd thrown the covers off, and was naked--and fully hard--right in front of him. He'd grabbed at the sheets, frantically trying to cover himself; Sokar hadn't even said a word, just turning away with a shake of his head. Thankfully he'd never mentioned the incident afterwards. But now...
He had to see Selket. The fire inside him burned for her. His eyes burned to see the smooth contours of her body--her long slender thighs, her smooth arms, her flat belly, the dark silky down between her legs--his body burned to feel her pressed to him; he burned to be inside her, on top of her, pushing viciously, filling her until she screamed... But the only time he could see her, and enjoy her, was when he bit his tongue and forced himself to keep silent...as his father enjoyed her, not too far from his own rooms.
The sounds of their lovemaking--almost every night--inflamed him with lust and hatred. Why should Sokar enjoy her so often? Why not him?
And so...to sate his desire...to end the burning...he hid in his own father's room; watched his own father and Selket (gods, he burned for her!) enter, arm in arm; watched them banter lightly, then Selket kissed Sokar, then he kissed her back, then they pressed against each other, bodies molding perfectly...he saw his father's hand casually slip the strap of Selket's dress off her shoulder, and squeeze the soft small breast that emerged, dark aureole peaking with its hard nipple. His fingers pinched the tiny bump of flesh and twisted it so the goddess gasped. In that moment Tumu hated his father more than anything.
Their mouths parted, and they murmured and laughed a bit, slowly sinking to the bed. Selket smiled up at Sokar and her foot trailed up his leg. He seized her hip, and pushed up her dress to bare her bounty. Tumu suppressed a moan. Even in the dimness he could clearly see all that she offered, her pink opening splaying with its dark ring of hair. It glistened with moisture already.
Sokar nuzzled at her neck, breath heavy. And Tumu damned the thick throbbing shaft that slowly made its way for that beautiful opening.
Selket put out one hand and gently seized him, stopping him. Sokar let out his breath, while Tumu held his. Was she refusing him entry? She smiled up at him in a coy manner, even while her hand kept him at bay. He seemed to shift a bit impatiently, murmuring something, and then Selket said something back, still with her smile. Sokar lifted his head a bit, and then nodded. He let go of her arm and pushed himself back; she sat up and kissed his neck.
Tumu's jaw tightened. What were they doing?
Ah...he should have expected it. Judging by the wild cries they let out every so often as he tried to sleep, the halls ringing with her wails and his harsh groans, he should have expected that this was how they then enjoyed one another. His fist tightened and he ground his teeth anew. He would have preferred what they had originally planned for that night; it would have been easier to accept. Instead he now had to sit and endure the sight of his beloved kneeling splayed upon the silky bed, head tossed back and body arched, her buttocks parting more and more as his father gripped them and pushed into her from behind. He did not take her properly; Tumu could tell that he pressed deeply within her anus instead, as his fingers occasionally trailed down between her legs to finger her, prodding inside and collecting her juices, rubbing her sensitive pudenda. The goddess moaned and trembled. Tumu ached to see her glistening lips, parted in rapture.
"Oh...My Lord...take me...My Lord...take me deep..."
Sokar grunted softly. His body bowed forward and he rutted at her like a dog. Tumu envisioned himself rising from his hiding place, striding forward and grasping one of the heavy pots along the floor, approaching Sokar and swinging the container through the air and smashing it against his father's skull so that it cracked the bone, sending him sprawling nerveless to the floor. He turned to Selket to see her startled expression, her hands covering up her breasts; and before she could recover herself, he had grabbed onto her, forced her slickened legs apart, and thrust himself inside with a lusty yell, bouncing atop her rapidly. And the goddess was so enraptured by his powerful motions that he felt her juicy walls, sweet as honey, tighten and tighten around him until they leeched the seed from within his rod, both of them crying out and bucking into one another, rivers of his fluid gushing within her, a torrent of her own juices dampening his front. Her very breasts seeped milk which he hastened to suck from her swollen skin, his fingers clawing at her as his seed coursed most magnificently until she sank back with a weak sigh. He pleased her so greatly, that he did not even have to ask before they lay upon one another, hips meeting mouths, tongues gathering sweet and salty fluids...
But no...it was only what he saw in his head, and what he saw in reality mirrored it, except that it was his father who sucked at Selket's soft, hot mound, the goddess's able mouth around Sokar's fat penis. Her fingers played over his testicles and she licked them, lifting her head further to tongue his anus. He stiffened and murmured appreciatively; a moment later a gasp and arch proved that he did the same to her, and that she felt the same appreciation. They both laughed breathlessly and rocked slowly, pleased with their heated lovemaking.
And all that Tumu could do was watch and grind his teeth and clench his fists, heedless of the hardness and resulting wetness between his own thighs, witnessing with hatred and fury the sight of his father and his one beloved locked in a hot tangled dance of flesh and sweat and desire.

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