Feathers and scales

The night of winning

Narrator: After thinking over your move for a long time, you finally move the piece to another square, if you have learned something in past times so is that fact he is not gonna to surrender, though this is not to say that this time you expecting you could finally defeat your opponent and interrupt this series of draws which Horus definitely revels in, at least that have been always seeming for you and always been humiliating you. Despite that feeling, he is never showed his emotions that could say about him as someone who wants self-affirmation, but you are not so stupid to not understand that Horus is actually knowing about your desire for victories and understand how anything but victories hurts you.

Narrator: Although it may be just your imagination and overthinking, after all, you know each other for quite a long time, and did play so many games, had so many conversations together, and treated each other with warmth every time he came into your world. But yet you still think about it, these poisonous thoughts can not leave you mind, maybe this is exactly your personal nature that grew up with you through all those wars you won and adventures you got in the past.

Narrator: How much time since you only met have already passed? You could definitely call him a friend. You find each other very similar, both of you see similarities in your life paths, and that definitely makes you feel more comfortable in his company. When you first time told Horus about your way of divinity you saw a fire of empathy in his eyes. He understood everything that you went through, even though he was born as an actual God, his own story was very clear to you, despite the fact you were only a demigod and ascended being, a mortal one before. As well, neither of you see the difference in your own paths to achieving your goal, taking the throne, rule your kingdom and become a declared god.

Narrator: Yes, you are remembering what affairs with other-worlds beings led to in the past, it was completely different now though. You speak with an equal to yourself, with someone who understands everything that you are speaking. You had always been friendly and heartily discussed military tactics, royal life, future plans of your empires not being afraid of once you would have to face each other as enemies when your empires grow big enough, all that made conversations pleasing for your soul. Politics is very difficult and stressful, you remember how easy and calm it is to talk about something else, and this is why you will always be remembering warmly your adventures outside being a king, when you were only a prince, a prince without a kingdom, expelled. These times you could chill in the tavern with your mates, forget about all that formal royal manners and make jokes, drink shitty and cheap wine, be loud and do casual conversations about third-party topics with someone not involved in dirty politics, and the following morning found yourself in the bed with someone you don't even know.

Narrator: Yet it has never been a problem for you to share a bed with someone, but having a lot of partners increases the value of what preceded the night of love, so nothing could be compared to your adventures. And now you’ve finally found someone to talk with about politics with the same easiness as you did with your not in-politics old friends, and you are very much appreciating this. Very often you brought gifts from your worlds to each other. Yes, so much time has passed but you both still have a lot to talk about.

Narrator: Leaving distracting thoughts you silently finished your move, looked into his eyes in the hope to find at least a small shadow of doubt in them, but yet there is only all the same adamant calm that was followed by a return move. Yes, you are happy to play with someone equal to you, but deeply it annoys you, someone could be your equal in thr tactics, unacceptable!

Narrator: Perhaps this is just a game. Sometimes you were trying to be optimistic by telling yourself that in real life, in battle, you will definitely get a tactical victory, since you have such a big war experience that your opponent hasn't. But declare war because of your personal ambitions... you have long outgrown these childish flaws of yours, at least you thought that, you are a king now and must think about all the people. Ruining good friendships, all the diplomacy behind it because of the game, would be the stupidest thing to do. Or do you?

Narrator: And now you are starting to think about your friendship as a politic, yes, this is what you mean by talking "politic is hard to live with"

Narrator: You evaluate the move by examining the current match-up at the table, hoping to find holes in his defense many moves forward. When it came to Horus's turn, you were watching him and trying to see where he was looking, trying to follow his gaze hidden by the glowing. Each time it seemed to you that he did not even think, did not analyze, did not run his eyes across the field, as you usually do to find better tactics. This calmness of his are have always been irritating you, made you envy because it seemed to you that you put so much effort in this compared to Horus, as if playing against him is difficult, while he is moving the pieces with a slight movement of his hand, predicting all the steps and exchanging figures without any pity to surprise you with next unexpected maneuver.

Narrator: As a general, you have to always look at this game as on a real battlefield, where each figure is a real fighter, real lifes, and nothing more expensive than it. Saving them may be important in the future battles, but Horus... He is exchanging even a key figures if that would give him a victory here and now in the current match. A pity that rash actions in one game does not impact on the next ones, if you are gonna sacrifice your battle lizards as bravely as him, then you would have lost them all in the next battle. Yet he never lost, on the other hand he also did not ever win, but that doesn't make sense when it comes to YOUR victory.

Narrator: It seems to you that he is looking down on you, playing with you being a full god as if demonstrating this difference between you. But you tried to ignore these poisonous thoughts, too good actor skills would be needed to act like this.

Narrator: Once again you chased those thoughts away by focusing on the game right now. You watched his move and at that moment… Wait, what? It was incredible work for you to keep your face calm because of what you just saw... Did he make a mistake? It feels yes. For the first time you saw the path to victory in just a few moves. Thanks to your big tactical experience, your strategy involved a bluff check, you were starting to come up with such maneuver that would test your opponent to show a trap that he could prepare for you by that seemingly a mistake move, oh you are not stupid enough to jump into the water without checking the bottom.

Narrator: You have moved the piece in an attempt to not spoil your plan, and Horus' turn has begun. At this point a big game has started and the falcon-headed god made his turn, still showing no emotion, as if this is an average move. It is clear that he does not realizes mistake and still plays the usual way.

Narrator: You began to play out your winning tactic, convincing him that everything is going the usual way and you know his plans, in order to shift his attention to the other side of the battlefield, creating a feeling of struggle, tricking him, still moving the pieces over all the battlefield to prepare the final strike.

Narrator: Horus keeps his stone-cold calmness as if the game was under his full control, but it wasn't, he was doomed and the end was approaching for him and his army.

Narrator: It took even more effort for you to keep a serious face too, while you were one step away from a victory, the last turn of this game. Your adventures in the past have taught you that you shouldn't smile and brag about your genius before victory, taunting your opponent before making the decisive blow. You have moved a piece onto the cell and slowly raised your gaze to Horus, with anticipation.

Narrator: Horus had looked at the table and slowly, but clearly his face started to change. He bent over to the table and you finally saw unprecedented concentration and attention in his gaze, he did not look up as long as never before, for the first time you saw his eyes darting, jumping from one figure to another, from one cell to another. All this made you savor the thought of what kind of panic is happening now in his soul right now. Does he realize that too? You remain silent, secretly enjoying the silence of this long-awaited victory. You knew what Horus was experiencing right now, and it made you even more satisfied.

Horus: Am I lose? This is..

You: Impossible? By the end someone will have to win. We both are learning, right?

Narrator: You leaned back in your chair, imposingly and with an uncovered self-satisfaction, throwing your head back with a deep exhalation and resting your feet on the table. Your heart is still pounding with tension, but with all your appearance you are trying not to demonstrate how excited you are. You are keeping your pride. Horus though seems not the same way. He stepped from his chair looking thoughtfully at the game field, his gaze reading shock and that only makes you feel even more confident. After some seconds his face changed and he tried to sound very friendly, but his voice still shivered.

Horus: Yes, you are right! Take my gratitude, a general. Maybe once I'll take recup.

You: Of course, this is not our last game at all! But now I wanna celebrate it. This is the first time one of us has won, by the way!

Narrator: A general. He rarely calls you that way. You laughed with an explicit joy, looking at him with a kind and friendly smile. Yet he wasn't your opponent. You have always seen this big white bird as your close friend. Even though you won, you didn't want to put yourself above him.

Horus: All right, and what do you want for this victory, i can not give you my lands because it requires more than one table game win haha?

You: What do I want? Did we bet something to win? It was a sporting interest.

Narrator: Not to say that you could not come up with something, but for you personally, the biggest reward was the fact you defeated such a strong opponent who did not even lose to you once. You continued to smile as you stretched imposingly in your chair and looked at Horus standing near the table with an ambiguous look.


Horus: But you have to get something. Let me do it by myself then.

Narrator: The post-game tension is finally dissipated and the mood returned to its usual way as it is usual for the time you spent with your other world guest. Easy, relaxed, as is typical for communication between two friends.

Horus: This time I prepared another one gift from my world, but it was meant for a different purpose, but with a couple of changings I think It could fit this situation, you will definitely like it.

Narrator: Horus retired from your chambers for a while and left you alone so you decided to drink some expensive wine that you kept for special events, such as victories in wars, conquering new lands, achieving your state for large-scale events ... Winning the board game was clearly worth it. You walked to the window, watching the cold rays of the moon caress the dunes of the isolated lands, the sleeping empire under your windows was burning with night lights. Your empire laid under your balcony so that its ruler could keep his gaze over it. The effect of such an old drink wasn't long in coming, mingling light intoxication and fire along with a sense of satisfaction from victory…

Narrator: You heard quiet footsteps from behind, it was clearly Horus, you knew his soft walk. Because of his birdness and lightness, who knows... You wanted to share your sweet drink with him, to be polite so you made a turn towards him in order to invite him, but what you were seeing made you freeze in amazement - Horus entered your room back, but the way he was dressed…

Narrator: Oh.. He was almost naked. Almost - because his body was covered with transparent fabrics and expensive jewelry, and both of them actually did not hide anything and you could see everything through. The image of that caused you to swallow your tongue without commenting anything.

Horus: This was meant as a gift to you. I planned to show what slaves are wearing in my world, my personal slaves at least, and I wanted to give it to you as a cultural exchange. It was a gift for your slaves, but on the other hand, for you. But then... Why do not demonstrate how beautiful it looks on the body that needs to be decorated.[/i]

Narrator: Soft light reflected from the satin, causing it to sparkle in the rays of the warm light of flame lamps and make it glowing as well as parts of his own elegant feathered figure not covered by clothes. There were a lot of such places on his body and it would seem that clothing by itself was made rather for teasing, nor to cover something or be an actual wearing.

Narrator: That looked even… cute you would say. All of his delicate places are playfully peeped through the fabrics, imperceptible, but visible at the same time.The fabric was tight-fitting his forms and underlining all places, making them even more noticeable and erotic than if they were simply naked because now it was slightly hidden, yet reachable, making all this show spicier.

Narrator: Clothes were playfully swaying and bending when he slowly walked in your direction between guards, giving them a short gaze, with all his sexual look causing them to gulp, you could see their eyes trembling, how they wish to look at this, but not allowed.

Narrator: Hmm, maybe you should finally get sterile guards? Сonsidering your very active sexual life they have always been witnessing your copulation, by some ways: hearing moans, screams and other dirty sounds that spread across your palace, while guarding your room outside, or even watching when you had sex not ordering them to leave you along with your partner or partners in private. Yes, sometimes you do sex in front of guards, and yes, formally they are not allowed to watch this, but.. really... no need to lie to yourself, no one can keep indifference being around you upon you giving someone god-like sex. The fact someone witnesses your gorgeous mating, and the test your guardians are passing every time becoming sexually aroused but being obligatory to keep their duty, all these thoughts are playing with your perv minds. Not to mention that this is the safest way to sex and not being assassinated. But that also could be cruel to them and you very well know how uncomfortable an erection in armor is… You definitely need to pity them.

Narrator: However as usual they tried to not pay attention to all that happens right now, despite they already knew what is going to happen. But not now, now it's a god, not a demon, not human or other lizards, not a princess or another famous person... something was different, that was in the air.

Narrator: Horus was slowly moving towards you upon elegantly and gently stepping with his bare feets on the cold floor, then expensive warm wool carpets you got from different countries, you could even see the movements of the muscles of his slender body, barely hidden by satin tissues, if not completely accessible, making all his movements even more elegant. In that way his body coupled with his magnificent wings were looking different, not as mighty as you used to see, more tender and gentle, different proportions. On his way, he took a jug of wine from the table with one hand, with the other hand he took the golden goblet, drew it off the table imposingly, keeping his path confidently and clearly sexually towards you, still stood next to the big window full of confusion. Having gotten close enough and even closer than usual, that you could even feel his hot breath on yourself, he lifted the goblet and filled it with wine to the middle, not forgetting to pour it for you too, even lowering his voice to a whisper, yet you could still hear him good, and that made the situation even more intense, the whole air was vibrating.

Horus: - Can you tell them to leave? We don't need their presence here anymore.

Narrator: With a short go-ahead with your palm towards guards they thundered their armor and went out the door. You definitely could find relief in their eyes.

Horus: - For your victory, king!

Narrator: He raised the goblet and poured wine into himself in sync with you. All this attractiveness and charm of the naked falcon-headed god in close to you, his languid and quiet voice, his hot breath are hitting your mind along with a slight wine intoxication, causing a little dizziness. Seeing your state he benevolently and carefully placed palm at your shoulder, preventing you from falling... You unwittingly looked down, glancing at his whole body, his shiny and beautiful feathers in warm light, now looking even more beautiful than usual, especially in this entire situation and because he took off his usual massive and expensive formal clothes-armor, so now his body and crotch visible for you

Narrator: Not to say you see him the naked first time, no, you both had already seen each other without any clothes when visiting the baths, but despite that, you were always admitting his body very attractive... especially in the baths when you had to contemplate all his intimate places likehis butty, penis, and testicles. Although it wasn't something new for you, you just got used to the anatomy of the lizards among you, whose genitals are hidden inside their body, and the good view of the tender butt is hidden by the beautiful tail, which is also an important attribute in intimate relationships of your kind. You sure that having such a body he would definitely have a not less beautiful tail that you would commend, which is a good compliment for females of your race.

Narrator: And you had also spoken a lot about both your sexual adventures, so you could say, you were quite close to each other, even in such intimate things. Even though you admit that you wish for his body, you didn’t cross the line ever because you didn’t want to repeat mistakes of the past, that brought you losing reputation but great adventures, and because Horus would obviously insist on being on top that you would never accept. But his appearance now is very challenging and unusual.

Narrator: His feathered look, so unusual, mysterious, and unfamiliar to any race of this world, has always been so pleasing. Even being defeated in a strategic game, it seems does not make him feel an ounce of dishonor that would definitely feel you… at his place. Well. In fact, already had before.

Narrator: No kind of embarrassment whilst he standing in front of you in such an offensive appearance for a diety, dressed in pretty clothes, yet meant to decorate the bodies of concubines, and slaves, intended to excite their owners. That looked like it was all fine and normal to him.

You can even feel the heat emanating from his slim body in such a nearness to you, but you did not want to admit to yourself that you understand what he is doing, you did not want to think about it, being sure that you will not be able to resist your natural urge this time.

You:This is a very beautiful dress, good material, and high quality, very well made - the hand of the master I can say for sure. Such fabrics would cost here as some kind little country. I will gladly accept this gift. But why did you put it on yourself?

Narrator: You tried to play the fool who does not understand what is happening, tried in every possible way to hide the interest that awakens in you towards such a beautiful sight because you have never been scared off by a man's body. You took sips of wine trying to keep it all from flying into the abyss of lewdness, where everything is pulling you in now, starting from the feeling of dominating him as an opponent, ending with the views of his beautiful, nude body in front of you, so seductive, standing as if it should be.

Narrator: He moved so close that you could feel his hot breath with the sweet taste of wine out of his beak, he still kept a sharp-clawed grip on your shoulder, but now he allowed himself a movement that you would allow to only close ones. Running his clawed hand along your neck and making you feel a tingling sensation he slid under your shirt and, unbuttoning it and touching your scaly chest giving you a silent languid look deep into your eyes whilst another sip of wine.

Narrator: All these feelings are similar to moments of preludes with your own princess and princesses of other houses and lands, other royal persons that you had sex with in past times. They had always looked rich, expensive, submissive but initiative, like Horus right now. They were the only ones who you allowed to take a lead over preparation for mating, causing you to put away your usual dominating position. With princesses you wanted to feel yourself in their caring hands, feel their love and attention to you, put your head on their knee and let them stroke it which gave you pacification. You allowed them to touch you, undress you, take control over your body and intimate parts, and keep leading the process. Yes, you like to feel being driven by females you love, that gives you different feelings, by the end, you should not always be so dominant . That was a very warm memories and this situation made them pop up back here, now, because how everything right now feels the same. How he is standing, so close to you, the way he allowing himself to touch you in such intimate manner, slip his palm over your chest, his close warm breath, intonation and taste of his voice, his gaze on you, he looks lover than you, so he looking at you with raised meaning eyes.

Narrator: After taking a few steps to the side, he put a cup on the table and freely flops with all his weight on the soft bed, midst your rich room where you commonly spent time together. Looking at you and gave you a kind smile, he stretched, crunching his limbs, as well as spreading his beautiful wings wide, stretching them into the air and filling a lot of space with them, creating a cool breeze that reached you standing next to the balcony and touched your warmed-up almost blushing face if only you could blush due to your red scale.

Horus: I'd say this game tired me so hard this time, don't know why.

Narrator: You were never stupid enough to not see his hints to seduce you. The fact that a male from another world tried to put you in bed does have never surprised you due to such a wide and varied experience as yours and because of the boring monotony. You couldn't say men are taboo. But now all seemed different, no attempts to pull you in bed and take your body as he did before, but now a mighty god was lying in your bed so much like one of your slaves. His elegant white soft body was curved in a defiant pose, keeping all your gaze, making you wish to explore it from top to bottom, feather by feather, down to his genitals, lying on the bed so openly and tempting, so accessible, just like your servants, whose body meant for you.

Narrator: Despite the fact you both were dominating in your intimate relations during your past adventures, now he was lying like an absolutely submissive female, waiting for her beloved man to take possession over her, enter into maximum intimacy with her, put his masculinity in her femininity. There was no more strong and bulky gold-bird warrior with golden armor, now a slender, even a little feminine boy is lying before you in your bed, with beautiful wings, and expensive clothes made more in order to adornment for the nude body rather than hiding the shame parts, and making watching all the intimate parts even more playful.

Narrator: He plunged his head into soft pillows, closing his eyes as if dozing peacefully. His legs were slightly parted so you could easily see his funny testicles, his soft and flexible nonerect penis lying neatly and easily on an expensive sheet, the ruddiness between his tight thighs against the color of his feathers and fur covering them. This whole picture was attractive in itself, but even more attractive for you realizing who exactly is lying in front of you so vulgarly, as a passive female. Not like a God being, who should show his strength and dignity with all look, assert dominance over every mortal and lower being, who definitely you are no matter how long you are gonna lie to yourself with all your ascending and revealed divinity. Some kind of courtesan he was, ready to be below and submit, give herself into semi-divine being's hands, like you, and that made you feel even more proud

Narrator: You slowly crawled onto the bed, unable to resist the temptation. You wanted to say something, but your emotions did not allow you to come up with anything. You breathe above his head, looking at his body lying below you. The body of a mighty God made you thrilling. God you defeated thanks to your experience now ended up in your power, as a reward, so submissive and obedient, like all those slaves who had pleased you many nights before. With all its appearance telling you it's ready to serve you no worse than they. You want to touch him as something so precious and coveted. You slowly took off your light clothes feeling a growing temptation somewhere inside of you.

Narrator: With your hand, you slowly and gently touched his back in an intimate manner that you never allowed yourself towards him so you decided to pause, waiting for his reaction. Is this all true? You moved it lower, running further your hand along with his beautiful wings that have always been fluttering your sense of beauty, and now your rough scale hand slides along his soft and tender loin down to his thighs. You were so close, actually lying on him, touching his body in a way that you had never touched him before.

Narrator: You could hear his timid sniffing into the soft pillow. His body is buried into these tissues, under you and so hot, your passion, which cursed you and at the same time became a blessing, creates a lust, the desire grows inside you with his every quiet breath, provoking passion. Every intimate touch of his warm body convinces you of reality happening and makes you sure that he really allows you to do it with him. Passion develops into desire, the desire develops into physical arousal, growing between your legs and which has nowhere else to grow but to rest against his body.


Narrator: You slid your hand down further, running along his thighs, sliding between them, stroking the inner side of them, sliding near to his testicles, and moving his leg to the side you had created more space to touch his hole.

Narrator: Slowly moving your hand lower again, forth and stroking his crotch, you allowed yourself to carefully touch his balls. Horus only pressed his back to you even closer, trusting your actions to allow you to start caressing his body the way YOU wanted.

Narrator: You became handsy and took his penis into your hands. And you definitely like that. That soft cock, as well as the emotions that you feel, were different, from those men you had sex with. It is not the process itself that is important, but what is behind it. You began to move your hand over his penis, pushing it, bending and playing with it, forcing it to harden and straightening right in your clenched palm... You manipulated God as your slave, completely in your power. Bird began to moan softly and passionately squeeze his beak from how intensely you masturbated his penis, causing it to drip its natural lube right on the beautiful sheets.

Narrator: Horus was arching his back and lifting his rear during rubbing his hips and back against your own penis, which all this time was resting against his thighs, and fully ready for the next step which was obvious for the Bird thanks to your wet and sticky lube, that your penis shamefully left at his white feathers in anticipating further penetration.

Narrator: He turned his head to your face and after that he was reaching for your lips with a widely opened beak, and stretching out his tongue he inserted it into your mouth causing you to be surprised. Oh. Wow. What a strange way to kiss, but what could you expect from someone who is not lucky enough to be gifted with lips? You understand it, so you stuck out your tongue in response, and touched his own to make that exotic kiss. Having opened both of your mouths you are not touching them, only began to lick each other's tongues, intertwining them, wet, flexible, so dirty and sluttery, saliva dripped on you, on him, on the sheets, on the pillow. You wanted to make it even deeper and longer but

Narrator: The kiss was interrupted by Horus' hand, suddenly sliding to your already hard cock. At one second you felt that unacceptable, yes, you were used to keeping lead and not allowing your slaves to touch you without your permission, but here you just wanted to see what will be next. His palm, hot and soft unlike yours, began to play with your penis in response to what you did before and squeezing it even harder. He moved it, flexed it, rubbed confidently against his thighs and even directly against his own anal, pushing it against his tender flesh, but yet not inserting, causing it to leave its lube directly at the point of upkoming entering. With his own palm, he left your sharp penis tip pressed right against the soft pulsing hole of his anus that your penis slightly squeezed through into and let you feel that little teasing penetration in his hot flesh, feeling that hit directly into your perv minds and then he submissively laid back his chest on the pillow and hugged it, snuggling and waiting for you will continue what he just started by his own. Now it is obvious for him and for you what will be next, because you will not able to resist it anymore, although it already started when you mounted over him on the bed, there was last doubt, but not now

Horus:- I lost on the defensive, my general now nothing preventing your troops from entering my territory[/i]

There is no more doubt, but one moment you froze over him still holding your penis on the half way of starting to bury him, kept it inside only by millimeters only starting this stretching the desire for which you saw in his eyes. Only lightly pressed on him, when only a moment separated beginning of penetrating deeper but you lost in thoughts. The thoughts that you have always been knowing him as a staunch warrior and king, but you have never seen him from this side. He looks like he was already familiar with this as if this is not the first time he fulfills the role of a bottom in sex and shows his experience in matters of exciting someone you wants to take into yourself, whom you want to be possessed by and be taken by their mighty arms, feeling confident and not overwhelmed, being under someone while still being a god. His movements, his touching with his body to you are as easy as it should be as if he knows what he is doing. Not a shadow of embarrassment or modesty in his acts, he allows you to treat him either like his lover, or a fucking slave, own his body, touch, stroke and tease his private parts as if he often had to let someone to fuck him in his ass, or as a whore, ready to do anything for the gold.[/i]

Narrator: And, as a consequence, knows how to present yourself to a dominant partner, how to lie down, how to move, how to look and what to expect, and being ready when in the end your partner will finally take complete control over your body and you will have nothing but obey. And at the same time all this looked naturally because your divinity allows you to feel his sincerity, you not only felt his touches, his body, heard his timid breathing, but you could also feel the aura that befits someone who is sincerely lying under you, wishing you to take possession of him, and fill him with your love. What Seth had done with him? Now this question will torment you after you satisfy your and his needs tonight.

Narrator: You also hugged him, pinching his body between the bed as you slowly began to pull your cock forward, deeply into his anus, continuing what he started a moment ago. A quiet bird's groan came from the beak clamped by the pillow.

Narrator: You were already on your way and nothing could stop you from advancing your army deep into his territory.

Narrator: In a few seconds, you were already inside and felt his heartbeat with the entire length of your penis also pulsing deeply inside his tight flesh. Your genitals pressed against his hips, forcing him to spread his legs like a female, so that nothing would prevent you from entering to the end and no doubts would prevent you from enjoying your intimacy, two gods shared one bed and thoughts about where he learned this quickly disappeared.

Narrator: You aren't and didn't want to fuck him like a submissive slave, even though it might be like that, the emotional bond between you was strong right now. With your hands on the bed in front of him, you pushed his butt with your hips with strong jerks, causing him to moan, mixed with a bird cry every time you pressed against his butt with your scaly crotch. Rhythmically, both of you began to move forward and back on the bed. Your movements caused him to move the same. His balls were dangling from these jerks and hit your crotch. You have never felt this because people, elves and not to mention dwarfs are usually much smaller than lizards and their testicles are not as big and powerful as those of the god Horus. Overall his height matched yours.


Narrator: The longer your sex lasted, the more submissive Horus became, bending back and spreading his legs more and more, providing you with an even more comfortable position to hold him in place and retain him. After some time, you completely owned his body like an animal, which could be very humiliating for God, but it did not seem to bother him in any way.

Narrator: Holding his body in place, as if the owner, you continually changed the rhythm, angle, tempo, the force which you hit your penis inside his flesh, trying to give you both the full range of sensations and prevent it from turning into monotonous pairing. No, this is not the case, this event is too important for you and you will do everything to remember this for both of you forever. This whole night is too important for you.

Narrator: But no matter how hard you tried to be inventive, your sexual preoccupation overwhelmed you even more. No matter how hard you were trying, you could not keep it so intimate, and sensual intercourse became more and more like wild fucking. Although Horus did not interfere or resist, but rather enjoyed it, lifting his head and widely opening his beak with his tongue, panting and jerking forward with the entire body every time you slapped his ass with your genitals upon entering your penis back in his insides. This is what you noticed with the last vestiges of consciousness before the passion finally took possession of you and you simply started to fuck God.

Narrator: As it usually happens with you, you started pounding his ass like he was a thing made for one purpose only. Groans, roars, bird cries, creaks, pops filled your chambers, making this whole situation very similar to the one that was followed by your exile. Of course, all this was heard in many corners of your palace and everyone had been used to this, and of course, having such a brave and sexually strong stud like you was causing some conditions for living here, and one of them is regular listening of your loud copulation. Although because of this, your palace was a rather sex-free place, and now and then here and there the sounds of someone's intercourse were heard. Also, those guards that you drove away obviously could hear it, and are they performing their duty or brazenly spying on you, having fun with their finally armor-free penises? In such moments perv part of you was liking that your palace is transforming into lewdlace. These are some of those things that you would think about at this moment if you did not completely lose your consciousness during wild sex. Your body just wanted to end up in this submissive boy, the body of a defeated god that now belonged to a demigod. To you

Narrator: You unconsciously put all your strength into making movements with your whole body, burying him at the full length, at the same time throwing your head back and breathing heavily, dumping your tongue out like an animal.

Narrator: Horus just obediently pressed his chest to the bed, lifting his ass even higher so that it would be more comfortable for you to copulate with him, as the last whore, and so that nothing would prevent you from inserting your entire penis into his ass. He moaned and screamed every time his thighs touched your genitals with such force that his whole body jerked forward and trembled with your pressure, making the bed creak in time as you pounded his tender hole.

Narrator: The closer you were to the end, the stronger your actions became. You squeezed around his body, pressing your chest against his waist and pressing his hips against you as your body convulsed and your cock released your royal divine seed right inside the boy.

Narrator: The filling of his insides with semen was accompanied by groans of bliss and pleasure from you, as well as a gradual return of consciousness. You lay powerlessly on him, enjoying the orgasm and the throbbing of the penis, continuing to pour out your seed while Horus, with breathlessness, froze under you in order to allow you to defile him without hindrance and enjoy every squirt that he did not want to lose.

Narrator: In this position, you stood for seemingly an eternity. You might already feel your cock go flaccid inside his anus, but you didn't want to break that contact. You had to do this in order to finally lie down next to him to relax and stretching your limbs, exhaling with incredible relief.

Narrator: In a submissive pose, with spread legs and with chest on the bed Horus with his hands collected your sperm, dripping out him from behind, he smiled, as if assessing the quality of your work, or just pleased.

Narrator: You lay completely exhausted, all your strength now dripped onto the expensive sheets, flowing out of the anus of your partner, who was standing on all fours and lifting up the backside.

Narrator: Horus slowly crawled over you, resting on your chest, clutching your cock between your both bodies. He smiled slyly and contentedly before your tongues bound again in that filthy bird kiss. Now Horus was caressing your body just as you caressed his before. His hands went down to your genitals and freely touched your flaccid penis.

Narrator: He slid down to lick your weary cock in the way how someone who has a beak only could, but even so, you liked the way he served you after your hard job. You could definitely still hear and feel your sperm pouring out of his ass.

Narrator: Without any word, he crawled on you again, and you felt his hard cock rested against your own anus and stretched it slightly before Horus stopped with a sly but kind smile. You looked at him in surprise, but you left all your strength inside him to do something against him. You didn’t want it and wanted it at the same time.

Narrator: You realized that, although you have cum profusely, he is not yet, and that he retained all his strength, unlike you.

Narrator: New thoughts flooded your head. Did Horus accomplish what he tried to do earlier while trying to actively take over your body. But why? Was it all a game? But aren't these emotions? They were not fake, they cannot be faked.

Narrator: You couldn’t say anything, now being at his place, bottom and submissive you felt calm and at peace. Because you had released all your strength to give you both the most passionate and loving sex you could have, or is it his manipulation or ... because you wanted it ... In the end, none of these thoughts matter.

Narrator: You lost in the end, having won one game you made the same mistake which you blamed Horus- throwing all your strength into momentary gain and victory, not thinking about future battles, but he seems to have learned this. Now your troops are trapped and now his army is going to counterattack and seize the land of yours, but you can not and do not want to resist, you allow his army to join yours, you want, all your attempts to avoid that before now have mattered not.

Narrator: Horus arched his back, his belly was rubbing against your flaccid penis, while his own slid deeper into you, giving you a pleasant feeling. Time for you to be bottom.