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Prologue
Nephthys
languidly trailed her red-coated nails through the fine, curling chest
hair. It was a shame she did not have
the means to make this one a
"Ronald,
I wish I could properly reward you for the service you have so ably performed."
And for the assistance it would give in her retribution for the murder of her
beloved Seth.
Ronald
ran its fingers through her sleek black hair.
"Oh, you have, honey. If you're
happy, I'm happy."
Nephthys
studied the curves of the man's muscular body.
One of the advantages of mating with a future host was that one could
examine the specimen's body in detail.
It was a pity it would not be able to service her again in this manner,
but it would make a fine host. "That
is as it should be. Were I able to, I
would make you first prime."
Ronald's
head tilted towards hers slightly. "What's that?" In the bluish dawn light easing through the
curtains, its hair looked more chocolate brown than auburn.
She
rose onto her elbows and slid up its body until she was level with its
neck. Looking into its eyes, she
explained, "It is a great honor.
However, it is not as great an honor as the one I am to bestow upon you
momentarily."
A
delighted smile crept across its face. "This
sounds *very* interesting, but I don't think this soldier is up for any more
honors for just a little bit. Besides, I'm
on duty soon. After I get off, though, I'd
be happy to accept anything you want to bestow." It lifted its head and kissed her gently, its
hands trailing down her spine, massaging the muscles of her back.
As
they pulled apart, she sighed reluctantly.
Much as she enjoyed this human, it was time she took the next step
towards her revenge. "You will not
need rest to receive this gift, Ronald.
You must simply accept it."
She lowered her head to the side of its neck. She ran her tongue down the side of its neck
to her favorite point of entry, and it slid its hands down to her buttocks,
still massaging sensuously. She bit down
firmly, wide mouthed. Ronald made an odd
sound of pain and shock.
Quickly
she changed hosts. As she asserted
control over Ronald's attempted screams, she felt a familiar tingle of
delight. She curled tendrils lovingly
around its spinal cord (it had been an excellent lover,) and proved her
dominance once again as she stilled its thrashing limbs. She purred into its panicked mind, assuring
it that it was indeed blessed. It
resisted still, as befitted a strong host, and she eased tendrils into crucial
areas of its brain, sliding inside its most private thoughts. It shuddered at the invasion, and she cooed
her pleasure at this reaction.
Triumphant, she tightened her new arms around the old host, easing it to
the side as blood drained out of the woman's mouth.
The
former host lived, as Nephthys preferred.
While the husk was unable to speak due to the wound in its throat, its
blood flowed properly and its skin was still in excellent condition. Neither would be true if Nephthys had
released the goa'uld toxin, and the gift the husk was to receive would have
been indistinct and of inferior quality as a result.
She
gazed into the terrified black eyes and smiled.
"It is time, Sondra, that you be marked as the honored bearer of
the goddess Nephthys. I regret that it
could not be done while you were my host, as would be truly proper. Alas, the days when the gods walk openly on
this planet again are not at hand, and we must use subterfuge to accomplish our
ends. Therefore, the Mark of Nephthys is
now but a parting gift from the Goddess of Death."
As
was typical of modern humans, Sondra did not appreciate the gift as it
should. Panic-stricken, it cried out
incoherently and tried to break free from Nephthys' embrace. Nephthys allowed it to pull away enough that
the goddess had room for a full swing of her right arm. Sondra's head whipped to the side from the
force of the blow, and it fell senseless.
Nephthys chuckled at the horrified reaction of her new host. Toying with her subjects was both the right
and pleasure of a goddess.
She
rose, stretching her new lean muscles. She
always enjoyed the body of a host who could physically dominate others. She strolled over to Sondra's purse and
pulled out the ribbon device. Sliding it
on, she flexed her hand, admiring again the sigils on the stone that made it
unique: a half moon atop two rectangles,
the smaller one inside and adjoining the larger. It was the mark of Nephthys, Goddess of
Death, mother of Anubis, and sister-wife to her beloved Seth. Seth, God of Chaos and
Storm, murdered by the god-slayer Samantha Carter.
The husk
was stirring. Nephthys sauntered back to
the bed, and as Sondra's eyes flickered open, the
goddess leaned over. "Now receive
your final honor," she pronounced, and performed her duty as Goddess of
Death. As the device flickered to life,
the former host let out a choking whimper of helpless agony. The odor of burning flesh curled through the
apartment.
It
had been a delightful night.
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