Sun God
by Touchstone
I can’t explain how I have not gone mad with fear yet. I am about to die, here, in this sad little hotel room and no one at home will know how or why. The lights went off by themselves about an hour ago, leaving me with only a few candles around to room with which to see the sad, hopeless situation I had somehow gotten myself into. This was how it had been three nights ago, when I had lost Cath, my girlfriend, well, my late girlfriend now. He had taken his time to come up, then. He’s taking his time now. The doors and windows to the room are inexplicably shut as they were then, and that’s why I’m not pounding on them, screaming my heart out. It had proved hopeless, then. It will prove hopeless now.
It’s just an undisputable fact, now. The creature we released is coming up here. And it is going to kill me.
Perhaps this numbness I feel now is due to the fact that I’m ready for it. How long can I keep running, anyway? And after Cath...dear God, she didn’t deserve to die, perhaps it is time for me to accept that it’s over. Things don’t work like they do in the movies.
I came to Egypt because she wanted me there at her first big ‘dig’. I’m not big on archaeology, but I took the week off anyway, because I was just about ready to propose. Her expedition was a relatively small one, partially because no one really expected to find anything. It was a site some other parties had combed before with little success, finding a tomb already grave-robbed. Cath had only come here with her professor and five other students to just pick up whatever pieces had been left behind, and maybe, if they were lucky, find things the other parties may have missed.
Well they found something, alright. And I was right there when they did. A sarcophagus in an chamber which was before that, unnoticed thanks to it being buried so deeply. It didn’t seem grand enough to belong to anyone important, which is why Cath and I thought it would be okay to sneak in one night when we were drunk and open it without the professor’s permission.
I will never forget the horrific sight of what crawled out of that coffin. Perhaps it is unfair to the other students and the professor that me and Cath were the last two standing after that night. We didn’t even see how it killed them- only the news report once we reached Cairo about a bunch of students getting slaughtered. Since then, my dreams have been haunted by these images of a man glaring at me from across a kind of infinite darkness like a predator, waiting for the kill. He was hardly the skeletal, wasted frame I first saw climb out of that sarcophagus that night, but I somehow know, it’s him.
I wish it had been me, that night when it had killed Cath. The two of us, in that dark hotel room much like this one, holding hands and just as prepared to accept our fate together. And yet, when it arrived, it did not kill me. I never even saw its face- only felt its hand around my throat before it threw me out the window out onto the streets.
Tonight, before this candle burns out, I will finally see the face of my murderer.
I grasp the gun nervously as I hear footsteps approach in the corridor.
Somehow, I can already tell that bullets won’t work on it. If it had been that simple the other students wouldn’t have been slaughtered as easily as they had been.
Well if it doesn’t work on the monster, it will at least work on me.
The door to the room creaks open, and I can’t even see the hallway beyond it. It’s as though the entire room has been sucked into a pitch black void, and there is now nothing beyond it. The candle is flickering now, and in hurried, desperate breaths as though the air is being sucked out into that void, I make my last stand, stumbling slightly off the chair, drunk as I am, and I point the gun at it, waiting for the creature to emerge.
And then, out of that inky blackness it arrives, in the full, perfect form of a man now, a strange, fire-like glow surrounding him as he steps into plain view. He stands taller than me, his shoulders broader and his bare chest more well-defined. The only piece of clothing on his body a white, silk-like cloth draping his waist and covering his groin. His ankles and wrists are adorned with gold bracelets, tattoos of black ink in letters or symbols I can’t read embedded into his biceps. And I don’t know if it’s a trick of the light, but his entire body seems to be covered in a fine, layer of oil, making his tanned skin glisten in the firelight, accentuating every curve of his perfect, statue-like body.
And his face- such powerful features carved onto such a perfect skull. His bald head, his deep, dark eyes, and the confident, predatory smile- he is almost as much a God as he is a monster. And while I am a man who strictly finds his pleasure with the fairer sex, there is an aura about this being that simply will not allow me to deny the fact that it is beautiful.
Beautiful, yet terrible, I remind myself as I prepare to pull the trigger.
His powerful hand reaches out and grabs my wrist (Dear God when had he gotten so close?) and his smile wides. A thick, accented voice flows out of that mouth, saying two, simple English words: ‘Let go.’ And God knows why, but I did- the gun clattering uselessly to the floor at my feet.
I am going to die now. And not even by my own hand as I had originally planned. Yet why am I not afraid? And the question arising later at the back of my mind was how had he spoken English? He had only seemed to be able to speak Egyptian or whatever when he had first crawled out.
“I learn from the souls I digest,” he answers. Dear God he can read my mind too. “They give me strength. In that I apologize for the demise of your friends and your lover. That was necessary for me to regain my true form. In time you will realize that it was a sacrifice worth making so that one such as I can walk the world once more.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask weakly, perhaps my last act of defiance as I feel the act of thinking beginning to grow harder in the presence of this being.
“You shall see,” he says with a seductive wink as I feel him release my hand, allowing it to fall limply at my sides as his hands roam to the buttons of my shirt. I realize now that I cannot move- my body will not respond, my face will not look away from his as he drinks in the look of fear that must show in my eyes as I try to comprehend why he is unbuttoning my shirt- no, he only unbuttons it halfway before a look of impatience crosses his face. In one sweeping gesture of his hand, I feel my clothes melt away from my body as though they had been made of smoke.
A chill should creep upon my skin now- the room had been cold before he entered. And yet, bare naked as I am I feel strangely warm and strangely at peace with the fact that I am exposed for this monst-...for this Man to see. And I grow even warmer as he draws me in closer to him, his hand cupping my chin and angling it so that I am looking up at him, smelling his hot breath on my face as he leans in closer.
It’s like I’m being drawn towards a sun. It’s gravity, its warmth drawing me closer, and I fall dangerously close as he leans in and kisses me, seductively, possessively as his powerful, silken tongue demands entry that I strangely give without much resistance. His large, muscular hands wrap me in a burning hot embrace, and as they grope and feel my body with a lust and passion as I have never known among mortal lovers, I realize that I am now stuck in this star’s orbit. Forever enthralled to its whims. I realize this as I drink in all the sensations overwhelming my body- the God’s tongue dancing within my mouth, the feel of his warm, wet chest pressed against mine, our sweaty bodies pressed together so hard that I feel as though I am melting into him. I feel his fingers trace the oil-like substance on my skin wherever it touches, and it feels like heaven. I almost see the two of us from a third person’s point of view, how we must look like with our glistening bodies writhing against each other in the firelight.
“I saved you for last, mortal,” he breathes to me between our deep kisses. “Because yours was the most powerful spirit. The most prideful. The most arrogant. I do not want to consume it- no, I have consumed enough and I don’t need to any longer. I want to bend it to my will. The obedient servant I carve out of your flesh will be the final sign that my revival is complete. That your mortal realm is ready for a God to walk on it again.”
He releases me from his embrace, and as much as I feel a sudden rush of emptiness inside, a small part of the lustful haze that must have been forced upon me somehow seems to weaken. The words and what they mean finally registering their effect, I recoil in rightful fear and disgust.
“N..no,” I hear myself slur less than spiritedly. Still feeling a bit woozy, the gun on the floor might as well have been fifty yards away. “I won’t let you do this to me! I don’t like...”
“This?” That confident smirk held my attention for barely a second before I followed his eyes down to what he truly meant for me to see- the white cloth that had hid his cock had slid away and laid coiled now at his feet like a snake, strangely longer than it should have been. And now, there, there it was, his godly member staring up at me, daring me to take my eyes off it. And I couldn’t. So help me, despite all my memories of making love to Cath, of my repulsion towards the very thought of sleeping with a man, it all seemed moot now in the face of such perfection. It complemented his perfect body, I thought to myself. Although by itself it seemed to radiate its own kind of glow, my eyes drinking in its outline, its shape, and despite my better judgment I found myself salivating for some reason, imagining how that thick, fleshy mast would taste on the tip of my tongue. Imagining how it would fit so righteously in my mouth, and even more deliciously so in my ass. I wanted it. I couldn’t explain why even if I wanted to, but I wanted it to fill my very being. Flood me. Drown me in his sea of milky white discharge and let it forever burn his mark upon my soul. So focused on it was I that I had not noticed myself kneeling and moving closer until I found my nose suddenly buried deep beneath his ballsac, complementing the perfect sight with a most delicious, musky scent that I wanted to drench myself in.
Then he touched me, gently, on my head, caressing me softly before my benevolent Sun God gave me the permission that I so deeply desired.
I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside its head, slowly. I wish I could say it was a teasing motion but to be honest I was savouring each moment. Each wet taste fibre on the tip of my tongue seemed to come alive with joy with every inch of skin of this God it touched. My very first taste of a man’s skin. A man’s sweat. How could I have ever feared and loathed these sensations? How could I have never have felt it before? In this, it finally registered in my brain that this perfect being before me wasn’t to be my murderer- but my saviour.
“Yesss...” he coaxed me on as I lapped at his cock a second time. His fingers danced teasingly in my hair as he continued, “I think, you understand now the peaceful bliss I offer you. That is why you surrender- you want it more than I do, mortal. You want to belong to me. Your dreams- the dreams I have been sending you are coming closer and closer to reality. Your sweaty body, pinned, writhing deliciously beneath mine, your body, shuddering at my very touch..”
Yes, I remember clearly now. The dreams I have been having since I released Him. They were never nightmares. They had been beautiful. The most sensual, erotic dreams I have ever had about anyone since high school. I had been embarrassed to admit it to the girl I used to foolishly follow. I can’t even conjure up her name now.
‘Cath...’
The name hits me like a hammer shattering glass. Instantly I find myself falling back, away from him. The illusion shatters, and I realize that I am on the floor, naked, before a man. No, a monster. A monster who killed my beloved, and now wants to enslave my very soul.
“Well well well, it looks like you still have some fight left in you, Richard,” he says, saying my name as though mocking the way it sounded. I am barely even able to think about escape or the gun before he is straddling my thighs, his hands clutching my face tenderly, lovingly- no! Possessively! I had to break free!
But his warmth! Oh, his warmth! Every inch of my skin that touched his seemed to remember how it felt, yearning for more of it, and even more so as my eyes fell back on his cock. As much as I felt his energy coursing through me as he lay atop me, changing his position so that our bodies were aligned with one another, I felt my body go limp completely as he touched his forehead to mine, our eyes now locked in place before each other. His hands grasped mine firmly, his thighs wrapping around mine as I felt our cocks touch each other, the sensation so very electric that I almost cried out at the mere thought of it.
But what was he doing?
I barely noticed that the white cloth he had discarded earlier was moving, as though it had a life of its own. I didn’t notice it until I felt it wrap around both my ankles, tying them together as they worked their way up my body. They shouldn’t have been that long, I realized, but a lot of things that shouldn’t have been happening tonight were happening, and so I found myself suspending my belief, letting it happen.
No wait, I wasn’t supposed to!
But how was I supposed to fight it, anyway? By the time I realized that the white cloth wasn’t just tying me up- it was wrapping him up too, wrapping the both of us, actually, our bodies pressed together the way they were in a large, white cocoon, it was already up to my our waists. Our cocks pressed even harder against each other now that I had to wonder how I had not come yet. And all the while, I just noticed he was whispering something to me, something in Egyptian that I could not understand. There was no way I could close my ears, and so the word poured into me like water into an empty cup. His whispers ravaged and twisted my mind as my body submitted more and more to the delicious sensations of our flesh and skin pressed so hard against each other that, once the cocoon was finished and my whole world was drowned out in darkness, it felt like I was melting into him.
He was everything that surrounded me now. Everything within me. The entire dark interior of the strange cocoon smelt entirely of him. Everything my skin touched was him. Everything my ears took in was his voice. And soon, everything that left my mouth were words that he created- no, words that I formed to praise him.
It felt like an eternity in there. It felt like heaven. In fact I don’t know how much time passed before I found myself opening my eyes to find myself staring at a stranger who looked strangely familiar. A person who was as bald as the perfect being standing behind him, his eyes lined with kohl.
No wait- this person staring back through the mirror was me!
I stared agape in amazement- my features had been changed- it was as though he had turned me to clay and sculpted me to his desires, but the features on my face were just retained enough so that I could recognize myself. My hair was gone, I realized. All of it! And not just the hair on my head, but but my chest, my thighs, they were smooth now, oiled, slick. Just the way he- I liked it. My skin was slightly more tanned, my body frame slightly smaller than I recalled, but if they were changes to please him, then they were changes for the better.
Finally getting a better sense of where I was, I realized that I was sitting at the dressing table, staring at the mirror as I sat on a stool, my back leaned into my Lord’s stomach as he stood firmly behind me, massaging my shoulders with a triumphant look in his eyes.
“Mmm...much better, don’t you agree?” he asks.
“Much, much better,” I agree, still swooning like a schoolgirl as he effortlessly picks me up, and carries me in his big strong arms like the conquest that I am to the bed. I press myself against his chest, nuzzling my face into his neck as he carries me. He is my Sun God, and I worship him entirely.
I pray for his forgiveness as he lays me down on the bed. I pray, no, thank him for his love as he raises my thighs and positions his glorious cock at my entrance. I wrap myself around him with as much love as my very being can muster as he penetrates me for the first time, the entrance surprisingly easy and painless- perhaps it is in the way I have been reshaped by his divine power. I will not question it. And although it slips in without much effort and pain, I find that I clench myself around it just as lovingly as he embraced me before.
His tower is buried deep within me now. I feel it penetrate the very fibre of my being more than ever before tonight. I see the look on his face, and I am glad, sated, content. He knows now that I am his utmost, loyal disciple.
“I won’t ever fail you,” the promise leaves my mouth.
“No, my pretty little slave,” he grins, proud of his latest creation. An infectious surge of pride that swells within me too. “You never will.”
And with that, he begins to move within me. Slowly, at first. Lazy but powerful, long and deep motions that give me all the time and luxury in the world to drink in the feel of it embedded there. I grunt and moan like a whore beneath him, his whore- and that makes it alright. I love him. I love him so much that I could explode. My cock is so hard now it hurts, and neither he nor I have touched it yet.
He grunts along with me, speaking to me between thrusts. Sometimes in Egyptian. Sometimes in English. More and more I find myself understanding him. Perhaps the line is blurring.
“So...nghh, slave...still miss the pleasure of taking a woman?” he asks.
“I don’t understand, my Lord,” I find myself replying in his tongue. And really, I don’t. I have only forever been with him. Only forever meant to have been here, his devoted pleasure slave.
“Good enough,” he grunts. And with that, all bets are off. He effortlessly lifts me off the bed, and switches around so that he is sitting down, myself cradled in his lap and hugged close to him as I bounce myself up and down on his cock, more desperate for his release than my own. Our joined pace quickens, our breaths go erratic, wild, uncontrollable, and still in this frenzy I manage to kiss his neck, suckling at his sweat, not wanting a drop to go to waste.
“Who do you belong to, slave?” he shouts, his voice powerful and commanding as our lovemaking reaches his apex.
“You, my lord!” I shout back. Submissive. Obedient.
“Call me by my proper title, slave!” he shouts.
“Lord Ra!” I cry out, coming at that very same moment as though signalling how I have finally achieved completion by actually saying it. And as my Lord continues to pound his divine instrument into me with the fury of a thousand suns, he finishes by shouting out, emptying what feels like enough hot, delicious seed to fill a thousand lakes. I continued to ride until it wore out, milking him for all it was worth, glowing with pride at the thought of the divine seed flowing within me.
I was complete now. It was all my mind could register as I lay atop him in bed, my head nestled in his chest as he stroked my head lovingly, rising up and down in time with his breaths. His seed still dripping out of my ass- of which I took a slight taste of with my finger. There would be more time for tasting in the future, he promised me. And as he used the word ‘future’, I knew I would forever be content. I was now and forever, the sheath to his sword. His devoted disciple for him to partake pleasures of the flesh with. Until...
Until? He found a wife? Mortal? As divine as he? Another slave that pleasured him better? These thoughts scared him.
“I will never replace you, slave,” he promised me then, again hearing my thoughts and fears. “Even as I convert more people, and wed even, I will keep you, forever by my side. Your mouth will never go hungry for a drop of my seed.”
It was with these words that I allowed myself to fall asleep happily in his arms, knowing that the world would be a very different place when I awoke. For my Lord and I- we were going to change the world back to the way it used to be. The way it rightfully belonged beneath his heels.
However that world may turn out to be, as long as I am with Him, I will not complain.