OSIRIS' MISSING PART
Ellora's Cave BLUSH
Book Length: Plus Novel
Book Type: eBook
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Our Cover Price: $5.24
According to the legend, the evil Egyptian god of storm, Seth, killed his brother Osiris, chopped him into fourteen pieces and flung them all over Egypt. Isis, goddess of family, reassembled thirteen of his body parts. Since she couldn’t find his supernatural male member where his godly power was stored, she reattached a human one.
Isis has always loved Osiris, the charming god of labor. While dreaming of marriage, family and a son, she helps him fight Seth. Together they struggle to survive iniquities and perils.
His trip to the Afterlife has changed Osiris. He has fallen in love with Isis and regrets his past womanizing, but the sins of his past and their unexpected consequences threaten to separate the lovers more painfully than Seth’s mayhem and curses.
“We are powerful gods, Amout. We’ll give you untold strength. Now stand up and be a man. If you serve us well, we will reward you and your children,” Isis said
The man scrambled to his feet with an agility that belied his previous statement. “I’m your servant, powerful goddess.”
“Tell us about the curse you heard. Why won’t Osiris be able to reattach his member when he finds it?”
Amout wrapped his arms around his middle. “Please, ask me anything but that.”
“This is most important information. Speak.” She shook a threatening fist at him to loosen his tongue.
Amout cringed. His whole body shaking, he turned toward Osiris. “I’ll tell you privately, Almighty Osiris. Man to man.”
“Are you crazy?” Isis shouted. “Do you realize you’re insulting me?”
“Never my goddess. But what I have to say…” Amout wrung his hands, his eyes filling with tears. “I mean what Seth said will hurt your sensitive ears.”
“Don’t worry about my ears. They are made of sturdy stuff. Speak, I said.”
“Oh dear, oh gods, spare me, or cut out my tongue.” The man seemed in agony.
Was it that bad? My poor Ozi, what have they done to you, that I won’t be able to reattach you? “You can speak in front of your goddess. We have no secrets.” Hmm, except, of course, the few secrets related to Ozi’s former indiscretions. Osiris peeked at Isis who tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
“If you insist,” Amout said as if these were his last words.
Isis’ eyes flashed in anger. “Well, we are waiting.”
“Seth said—Seth, not me—that if you ever find your cock you can’t reattach it yourself.”
“You mean that I can’t, but someone else can?” Osiris said.
“Yes, yes, yes someone else can.” Amout stammered.
“That will be no problem,” Isis intervened. “I will remove the human thing and reattach Osiris’ magical member.” Her smile showed her pleasure at the task.
“I beg your pardon, my goddess. But according to Seth you can’t.”
“Why not? Does he think I don’t have the power to do it? Which other god or goddess could handle such a difficult task?”
“Not a god, please. I prefer not to have male fingers touching my member.” Osiris’ bile rose in his throat at the mere thought of a man groping his Ozi.
“Never fear, my lord.” Amout sighed with relief. “No male’s fingers will touch your glorious member.”
Isis stepped closer. “Clarify this for me, mortal. If I can’t reattach it and no male fingers will touch it, who exactly will assume this delicate task?” Her voice came in a hiss and Amout backed up two steps.
“As you mention, my goddess, it is a delicate task, and Seth insisted it needed the delicate fingers of…of…a virgin,” he finished in a groan as Isis clawed at his face.
“How dare you, you miserable scorpion?”
Amout prostrated himself at her feet. “It’s not me. It’s Seth. You forced me to repeat his words. Please don’t vent your anger on me. I am but the messenger.”
Osiris shrugged. That wasn’t so bad. Despite Isis’ furious outburst, he smiled in relief and pulled her away from Amout’s face. Not bad at all. “Don’t kill him. We need him,” he whispered.
When Isis spun toward him, he wiped all expression from his face.
“We can’t accept that curse,” she said, her chin tilted up.
Couldn’t she remember they were discussing his supernatural penis, not her golden pot? “So what do you suggest we do?”
“Nothing. We won’t reattach it.” Her pinched lips dared him to protest. As if he could indulge her foolishness when it came to such a sensitive subject as his masculinity.
He faced her, scowling. “What do you mean we won’t reattach it? Am I to hold it in my hand when I exercise my godly power?”
“That would be better.” His sweet Isis turned red, puffing up with her held breath.
“Wait, there is more,” Amout said. “I have to tell you, I mean I have to repeat Seth’s words on how a virgin will reattach it.”
Various possibilities wallowed in Osiris’ mind and his pulse accelerated as the meaning of Seth’s curse sank into his mind.
Amout sneaked a glance at Isis. “My goddess, I thought
you would be happy to know there is a nice way around this evil curse.”
Was the guy suicidal? Osiris elbowed him. Couldn’t he see that Isis wanted to skin him alive if he added another sentence? But Osiris needed to learn the ultimate curse his brother had cast. Seth had always coveted Isis. Hadn’t he killed Osiris to possess her? Now Set had found the weapon to separate them. A simple easy way, while he watched them fight and hurt each other’s feelings. No wonder Seth was laughing and toasting.
“According to Seth, only a virgin can paste your penis to your flesh and she’ll have to use her…ah…personal sap as glue.”
“How dare you?” Isis lashed out. Her eyes narrowing, she raised her arm and left a stinging red handprint on the man’s face. “And I’ll kill Seth with my bare hands the moment I catch him.”
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