Set Back

	The door flew open with a resounding crash as the god of Chaos, Set, entered into his anything but humble abode. His current form showed his own powers, a mix of avian and canine along with something else. His skin and fur was black, toned chest showing along with three bangles about his lower arm and one on his upper. Tendrils of hair draped over his shoulder, seeming a bit braided on the back of his head. Rectangular ears were pinned back, his beaked visage one of indignation and rage. He wore a dress, akin to a shaman’s tied below his navel, windmilling as he about tripped over the cloth. With a snarl, he practically tore the offending clothing off and proceeded into his room bare.
	Arrow fletching on his tail, it whipped about in agitation as the chaos god strode across the room. On a grand side table made of a twisted symphony colored marble, a jug rested that the god uncorked. He poured a strong smelling wine into a goblet inlaid with flawless gems and decorated in gold. Gazing at the red liquid with black eyes, distaste grew in his mind as he tipped the drink back and chugged it, letting some of it splash around his beak to coat his body. Fuck it, he didn’t care, his mind was already going back over everything that had happened.
	Set fumed as he thought back to that moment, refilling his goblet and turning to pace around the room. It was planned out oh-so-perfectly. With those bandit usurpers coming to a temple and being thoroughly beaten off and jailed, it was a good time to celebrate with his nephew, Horus. Enchanting the goblet and drink had taken time and effort on Set’s part before taking it to the so called king of pharaohs. Ever cautious, even the great Horus had befallen his trap and it would have worked if it hadn’t been for that thrice-damned know-it-all bird brain Thoth! Just that simple touch had made his plan crumble completely.
	Snarling again, Set threw the full goblet against the far wall, letting the metal ring out and the liquid splatter around the floor. It would have worked so well too! Humiliating that good-for-nothing nephew of his. The throne should have been his! Huffing, the chaos god drew forth a plush chair of twisted ebony metalwork. Dropping into the chair, he used his magic to bring the goblet back to him as well as pull the side table close to him. He poured a third cup and raised it to drink at it, much more civil like. Maybe he could see something among the mortals to take his mind off those two idiots.
	His red magic flowed over his arms as he used it to conjure a wall of obsidian. With a flick of the god’s fingers, an image of the mortal realm started to show on his wall, a bit hazy but easily enough recognizable. His free hand reached down to scratch at his pubic bush, sighing as he leaned back a bit more. Set let the scene shift from section to section, seeing what the world wrought. Raiders, temples, general worshiping. It bored him. Though he did feel a slight stirring when he saw two men starting to get hot in a room. Switching over, he looked in on the good-for-nothing Isis. Strolling with Nephthys in some part of the palace. On to Anubis, seeing the jackal going over a scroll for something or other. Irritation was starting to leak into the chaos god’s mood again, the trifling things reminding him of his failure with Horus and the mortal men starting to get heated. He was about to shut everything down when a sudden thought crossed his mind and he started to grin maniacally.
	Using ample amounts of magic, he zeroed in on the true object of his desire today, Horus. The god decided he could still enjoy himself, even if he was robbed the humiliation of the king himself. As soon as the image cleared, it showed both the golden and white birds, fully naked. Horus reached out and grabbed at Thoth before he sunk down to his knees and licked along that black shaft. Set himself was growing hard, a hand gripping a nipple to pinch before trailing down his chest and abs, through the thick pubic bush and up his shaft. He gripped the head lightly, watching the theatrics before the main event was to begin. When Thoth was thrown onto the bed and Horus bathed the rod even more, Set let his nails trail down the underside, making him shudder and give a precursor to the birds actual play.
	The chaos god didn’t need to wait long, as Horus himself got above the ibis’s dick. As the gold bird impaled himself on the other’s rod, Set used a vice grip to replicate the action best he could. Pre spurted from his black rod, aiding as he stroked from base to tip along with the bird riding. How he wished he was feeling that luscious feathered ass! Up and down his hand went with the bird, getting faster as Horus did. How the pharaoh was arching and leaking pre drove Set wild, let alone the calls the two made. Moving his unused hand down to grab at his own black balls to fondle, he kept up with the two avian gods in their fuck session.
	Set felt close, releasing his balls to stroke over his nipple again, slowing his pace. A voice in his head told him to wait to finish and he listened to it, keeping his eyes keen on Horus and Thoth. Pre seeped between the chaos gods fingers as he watched and heard Thoth’s cry of peaking, followed directly by the powerful orgasm of Horus. Maybe that voice in his head wasn’t such a good thing after all. Set used a tight grip as he saw the grin on the pharaoh, the seed leaking out nearly enough to make the chaos god stroke to finish. When he saw Horus flip over Thoth though, Set realized he should be thanking that inner voice. Though as he watched Horus sink into Thoth’s ass, the chaos god came to the conclusion he needed to feel that.
	Using his hand that had been on his chest, Set conjured a rod of sorts, rounded at the tip. Slipping down the chair to give access to his rump, the chaos god pressed the newly made onyx dildo against his awaiting entrance and shoved it in. He tensed up, electricity shooting through his body at the pained entrance was countered by the pleasure to his prostate. His eyes momentarily off the two avian gods, they went back to it to see Horus pumping away into Thoth and Set wasn’t far behind. In and out he shoved the rod, issuing grunts and hisses as he did so. It wasn’t often he did this but damn was it what he needed. Sweat glistened on his body, the chaos god feeling a familiar fire burning in his gut as his balls slowly grew tenser. He prolonged it with less stroking to his dick and more power to his ass.
	It wasn’t long before Horus changed how he thrust into Thoth, a key the chaos god didn’t miss and took as a que to be on edge for the finale. Keeping his stroking long and slow, but tight he felt on edge, ready to blow at a moment’s notice. First Thoth blew a load again, followed nearly immediately by the pharaoh. Balls tense, Set watched his nephew hump a few more times before his hand shoved the rod deeper into his ass than before. Sent over the edge, the chaos god saw white as he exploded. His rump spasming around the rod, further intensifying the finish, his cock blew his hot, sticky load up and over him. The cum splat against the chair’s backside before the next shot Set in the face. Next was his neck and chest as his orgasm tempered off to leave a slow drool into his pubes. The chaos god was left panting as he slowly came down from his cloud nine.
	When Set came to, his vision was blurry but able to make out the two birds sleeping peacefully in the bed. Waving a shaking hand, the god sent the image scattering with the wall as it broke apart. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, he could still blackmail his nephew into doing what he wanted. Thinking on it, Set wondered if maybe he would rather just have sex with Horus instead. The idea of riding the pharaoh on the throne was a tempting idea, maybe even bring in the bird-brain Thoth sounded fun. A wicked grin grew on his face as he pondered if maybe he could convince Anubis to share his bed, with or without the avians. Needless to say, Set had work to do, but after he was done with his afterglow.