Sex God Saga

Sex God Saga 22

The Fucking Never Ends

SUNDAY:

Theo had stepped out minutes before Paris was ready to fetch him, not expecting to run into trouble right in front of the Smiling Panda - he went to the gym by himself after all.

He practiced summoning as well as looking into the noosphere. He wasn't really getting better at the latter.

An elderly woman walked past, her head wiggling with the presence of a wisp.

Theo readied his phone, the back filled with a `go away' scribble.

As feared, the wisp jumped ship, straight for Theo's head. The shaman swiped his phone but missed.

Unwavering Faith In God And His Grand Plan flooded his mind. Then the faith wisp demonized as it got a taste of Theo's delicious power.

Brutal horniness made Theo stumble. He tore at his crotch, trying to get his jeans off with a perfect lack of motor-coordination.

Glowy flipped from the gleam of his leather collar's metal spikes and pushed the demon aside, the two wisps battling in Theo head. The demon had partaken from Theo's power and won with ease but the attack had bought the shaman a second of clear-ish thinking.

He slammed the phone's back into his face and the demon got ripped from his brain by the seal, probably sent back to Ephemera.

Theo needed to jerk off. This had been the way to defeat the overwhelming horniness last time. But he couldn't.

He realized he had ripped his black top and had unbuttoned his blue jeans – in front of the busy Chinatown entrance.

A black limousine pulled up. Theo stumbled in, slamming into Paris.

"F-fist me. Fuck, please, fist, cum."

"Shit, what happened?" Paris asked. "Theo? Theo, talk to me. Look at me!"

The blond got mesmerized. His world shrank, his focus an iron tunnel with only Paris at the end.

"Tell me what is going on," the Stygian prince commanded.

"Demon... fought and won... but horny... can't think... sir."

Paris sighed and said to someone else, "James, get us to the Drain but take your time. Could you put the privacy screen up? Thanks. And you, little slut, strip."

Paris started taking off his ensemble of designer wear, leaving only golden nails, necklace, bracelets and hair clasp.

They weren't alone in the car. Prettyboy Primal Aaron Kim and crown prince Damien Bellerose were present. Thankfully no one Theo hadn't already fucked.

Theo's mouth was on Aaron's cock the moment the physique builder pulled it out. He pulsed the man without asking for consent, to get him hard faster.

Paris kindly slipped his arm into Theo's ass and finally some semblance of sexual satisfaction spread through him. He gave max power at all times, lacking the wherewithal to be measured. Damien's black cock rubbed his way next to the Korean one into Theo's mouth and the shaman obliged. He wanted all three loads. Actually he wanted more. He wanted to get to the Drain and fuck every single man there.

After minutes, he managed to regain self-control, even if he felt no less horny.

"Is that permanent?" Damien asked. "If the cage won't let him orgasm, is he now... stuck like this?"

"Not sure," Paris said, breathing fast and deep. "Obviously, noosphere is personal and highly individual and bla bla but I think Theo skipped more buildup than I've ever seen. I only locked two twinks' dicks and neither made it past six months."

Theo swallowed and pulled off the double dicks. "A-am I gonna be normal again?"

Paris ruffled his hair. "Shhh, this is your new normal. Horniness on a hair-trigger. And I promise you, you're beautiful like this. I'll take care of you."

Paris arm pumped deeper.

"S-stop," Theo whimpered. "Fuck me instead."

"You sure, babe?"

"Yeah, I need you close. I need your whole body."

Feeling the fist leave him was both pure bliss and a dreadful return of horniness. Theo laid on the bench and Paris topped him, with the other two guys jerking off. The bottom didn't have the presence of mind to find a rotation that would satisfy everybody. He had to be selfish now.

###

The ripped shirt was easy to turn into a crop top. Even then, the collared Theo with his abs on display barely stood out in the crowd of (wannabe) punks across the Drain.

Paris was sticking close to Theo. Damien was there, too, looking too expensive to fit in, mostly sipping a clear drink. Aaron was grinding on a chick wearing five kinds of mesh. Jun was alternately dancing by himself with near-frantic motions and chatting up women at the bar.

Victor Ownes approached Theo. Shirtless again, with skin tight, purple jeans. Purple strings were woven between his frosted tips.

"Magic hole!" He greeted, shouting over the music loud enough to make a few heads turn. "Thrilled you could come. How's... You look so spooked? Something on my face?"

"I had a run-in," Theo shouted back and made a gesture of something passing through his brain. "Can't think straight. Feel like I'm on drugs."

Paris put a hand on his back. "Good or bad trip?"

"Both?" Theo said. "Neither? If I don't find a way to cum I'll go mad."

Victor pulled him away from the Onyx Skies prince. "I might know a fey who can help. Dance with me?"

Theo glanced back at Paris for reassurance – or permission? A nod.

Dancing with Victor was fun, and Theo was too horny to worry about looking dumb. Every swing of his hip felt erotic like never before. He was with his ass in Victor's crotch most of the time, the steward's hands riding up the shaman's crop top.

A hand slipped into his pants.

"Jockstrap, huh?"

Theo leaned back. "Yes sir. Royal orders."

"Ready?"

Before Theo could ask for details, he got invaded. A dick pushed into his hole and his power automatically invited it in. He was still wearing his pants. This had to be the promised fey's doing.

Getting railed – somewhat gently – while grinding on Victor or dancing by himself, Theo entered something of a horny trance. It was better than the despair he'd felt so far.

Victor handed him off to Mo, the twinky archduke tickling Theo with his feather boa. Damien took over next.

All in all an hour of dancing pleasure, feeling more relaxed, more like himself. Still no cumshot.

###

Ace pulled Theo into the Drain's pipework until they found a less traveled corner, even though they had to stand on shattered bottles.

"How long have you been here?" Theo asked.

"Just showed up," Ace said. "Had fun without me?"

"I got magic fucked."

"Yeah, Paris texted me. You okay now?"

"Kinda. Wanna fuck?"

"N- well, yes, but that's not why I wanted to see you. You're dating me now, so you get some input on what I'm doing. Mind, you have no control here, I get final say in all things me."

"Gotcha."

"But your opinion matters."

Ace pulled Blood Drop from his combat boot. He glanced at the drunk teens along the concrete pipe walls and raised a hand with splayed fingers. A Veil went up in front of the two men, making the air feel stuffy for a moment before it settled.

"How do you like my hair?" Ace asked.

"Just fine. Am I supposed to have a specific opinion?"

Ace tapped the dagger to his head. The inhabiting sprite glamoured the hair green. "And now?"

"Hm, green's not your color."

"Thought as much. Now?"

Theo squinted at the deep blue hair. "Fine by me. How many people's opinions are you seeking?"

"Uh, just yours."

Theo put his hands on Ace's well-formed trapezius muscles. "You know there's no color that'll make me want to stop sucking your dick, right?"

"Just trying to figure out how boyfriending works, honestly." Another dagger tap. "How about lilac?"

"Ooh, I like that one. So cotton candy."

Dagger tap. "And silver?"

"Wow, that's more of an effect than I'd have expected. I'd need to see it in daylight. Not my favorite, but obviously, only your vote counts."

The maroon reappeared as the Veil faded. "So T-boy, you said something about sucking my cock? You're gonna drink my load now, whore."

"Yes sir. Where do we go?"

Ace looked toward the pipework cross section where people slowly moved past. "Nobody's looked his way in a bit."

"Wasn't that the Veneer of Normalcy turning them away?"

"Might have been. Ever done it in plain sight?"

"Fuck, y-you can't do that to me. I'm too horny to make smart decisions."

Ace laughed. "And I'm not, you think? Just gotta be fast. You can get me off in a minute, right?"

Theo crouched down. Broken glass crunched under his shoes. He took Ace's already hard dick in his mouth. Rapidly cycling through his power levels, Theo made the Earthweaver cry-laugh and collapse against the concave pipe wall.

He went for as long as he dared, then pushed the orgasm button and tucked Ace's dick back into the man's pants for him.

He stood, a bit awkward, while Ace still struggled against the graffiti-laden concrete.

"T-boy? Theo?" Ace said, breathless. "I... swore myself to wait till I'm in a more levelheaded state but... I love you. Can't help it."

Theo helped Ace up to pull him into a fairly chaste kiss. "And I love you, Ace Wang. I know how much you want your freedom, so I swear you get to choose the pace." Theo chuckled. "Good thing, too, cause I have too many men in my life to promise absolute commitment."

Ace sighed. "Man, I should have gone through a few weeks of `I like you a lot' before I got to the big L. But hey, honesty is the best policy. I know my body's not, uh, Tank-sized but-"

Theo gave the man a playful slap on the head. "If one of us should be insecure it's me, gorgeous. Without my ultra-hybrid magic I'm just a twink you'd never have looked twice at."

"Not true. You're at least worth a double take. Have Tank third-eye me on that."

"Can we get off these shattered beer bottles?"

Ace dropped back against the wall. "T-boy, a man's gotta recover from an orgasm like that. You slip back into Paris' eager arms. I'll follow."

With a chaste kiss on the cheek, the conjurer wandered off.

Theo only rounded two corners before nearly bumping into someone who stepped into his path.

A lean black man, cappuccino brown skin, two or three inches taller than Theo, black leather pants and a leather jacket open over a naked torso.

A perfect teen heartthrob, with a stunning smile, his face framed by a trim fade.

"You must be Theo."

"I..."

The man wore a smooth black stone on a leather string around his neck. A quick summoning revealed it was inhabited by a wisp.

"Ebon Mist?" Theo guessed.

The heartthrob's smile widened as he made bedroom eyes. "Clever boy. The name's London. Ebon Mist crown prince."

"Uh, pleased to make your acquaintance, sir."

"Bet you are, Theo."

Two more black men surrounded the shaman. One was about thirty, in a brown leather jacket, open with nothing beneath. Sunglasses obscured his eyes. His dense dreadlocks were shoulder long.

"That's his majesty Dresden," London said. "Lord Dresden to you."

The third guy was broader built but still more slim than buff. His clothes were dark blue, with the jacket hanging off one shoulder, otherwise shirtless.

"And that's Berlin. Now Theo, we heard a lot of hard to believe tales about you. Mind giving a little demonstration?"

"Sorry, sir, you'll have to check in with the Belleroses. And I should go back to-"

"I think," Dresden said, stepping forward, "you can show us now."

The weird thing about getting mesmerized was that Theo knew it was happening. If you knew what to watch out for, the sensation was hard to mistake. And yet it removed his ability to care he got mesmerized.

Theo put a hand on Dresden's chest and obediently pulsed.

The Ebon Mist king toppled, clutching his crotch and heart, eyes torn wide open, tears forming.

"Shit. Dresden?" London hurried to his king's side.

"Holy fuck," Dresden said. "Don't let him get away, `don."

Intense focus gripped Theo again.

"What did you do?" London asked.

Theo obediently demonstrated with a pulse for London.

"'don?" Berlin asked. "London?"

The hot hunk in black whimpered, breaking into maniacal laughter. "Let's slave the bitch. Theo, this way. Lulu, keep the path clear."

Only now did Theo noticed the white man hanging back. He wore a tight pink shirt that read `daddy's favorite'. Blond, average looking with sunken eyes. He tagged along.

They left the Drain through a back exit in a corner of the pipeworks. The Ebon Mist Stygians had parked motorbikes in the forest, just slightly away from the dirt road.

"I gotta fuck him now, `don," Dresden said.

"Agreed," London said. "Strip, Theo."

The prince turned on the headlights of his Honda, shining them at Theo in front of a wall of faded graffiti. A Suzuki's headlight from a different angle made it fully blinding.

The moment Theo was naked in the cross lights, London entered his mouth. It was a nice cock, tasting of sweat. The scent of leather still clung to the biker.

In his mesmerized state, Theo could only let his instincts rule and the top got whatever Theo's power was willing to give.

Dresden pulled Theo away. A sparrow, black and brown, had sat down on the king's shoulder. "Nevermore, watch for anyone approaching."

The sparrow took off and Theo got to suck the king.

London took the backside, aiming at Theo's hole. The shaman got a slap on the balls. "Nice cage, future-slave. Let's see if your hole really is as magical as they sa- Holyfuckingfuckgodyes fuuhhhhhh."

Lulu, the slave, had stripped and was jerking off. He was trembling so hard, it made the ground under his shoes crunch. "L-lord Dresden, I can feel it. Can I... please fuck him, too?"

"You'll get a turn," the king said. "When I'm done, faggot. This is too good to..." The rest of the sentence dyed in a long sigh as a wave of max power hit.

"Are you all insane?" Berlin asked. Theo's vision was too blurred from throatfucking to know what was going on with him. "Dresden? `don? He can't be that good."

"You can't..." London started, "I swear, `lin, you can't imagen... Theo, show him."

Theo waved his hand in the direction of Berlin and pulsed.

Someone's hand ripped Theo's collar open and both tops stumbled. A moment of freedom. Theo slammed V into the direction of his collar and Glowy. "G-get Paris," he whispered through a raw throat.

A second later he got mesmerized and naturally stumbled away from his tops, at the twunky Berlin, who was calling for him.

"No."

Theo got triply mesmerized. Three commands crashed into him – contradictory but each absolute. His vision doubled. A headache pounded. He sank to his knees, the world spinning.

Darkness.

###

MONDAY:

The Ebon Mist Stygians had set up at the edge of a camp ground, but Theo got to see little of the area. Black cocks penetrated him balls deep from both ends with little break.

He hung in a tent, swinging in a collection of broad black strips the tent's frame should never have been able to support.

Outside, where other tent collections would have a fire pit, was a stack of smooth rocks, balancing so precociously that some of the stones kept teetering after every breeze. Its inhabitant was called Rocko and Theo had only heard it giggle in response to Stygian orders.

London fucked him the most, apparently interested in turning Theo into a slave but not in a hurry about it.

He'd quickly found out Theo could force an orgasm and made it – painfully – clear that, no, the top dictated when it was time to take a break.

King Dresden wanted just as much time in the blond conjurer's holes, but had obligations that made him the second most common top.

The twunky Berlin mostly shared Theo with Cairo, a bald man of deep black skin with unnaturally purple eyes.

Even at max power the tops weren't happy if Theo wasn't either retching from a deepthroat fuck or tremble-whining from the insane speed of anal assault.

From there, it was a blur since most of the other coven members kept their biking helmets on. Rhodes with a red helmet and an oral fixation, Perth with a green-white striped one and an obsession with slapping.

Theo had identified three slaves. Lulu, the blond in girly attire was owned by Dresden. Maxi, a brunet hunk with a row of paws tattooed on his back belonged to Cairo. Sparkie, who seemed the oldest, with a shaved head, wore a collar. Theo didn't know who owned that one.

The disorientation of repeat mesmerization from multiple directions left him with little time to ponder anything but how to best please his current master. His demon-initiated horniness wasn't helping and, frankly, neither was his innate desire to be a hole for gorgeous men.

###

TUESDAY:

The coven moved into a motel by the highway.

Rocko now lived on top of a dresser, the stones wiggling as if to topple after every truck's passing.

Theo was sometimes still suspended but he got to lay on the bed, too, and was fed more than yesterday's handful of protein bars. He continued to be a relentlessly fucked set of holes, though.

He was rooming with Berlin, Cairo and London but the others were visiting more hours of the day than not. The slaves slept on the floor.

Theo was barely more coherent than yesterday, slipping in and out of a haze. Weirdly, what bothered Theo most about being kidnapped was that he was going to miss todays' k-pop dance practice with Keith.

He was getting hammered by Cairo on the bed, not really restrained, only sporadically mesmerized. Cairo's slave Maxi was leaning on the bed, apparently experiencing a fraction of what his master got out of the bottom.

"Gotta wonder, `don," king Dresden said, lounging, semi-hard even after cumming.

London grumbled, half-asleep.

"How are you gonna enslave the bitch? Cause someone's going to find out."

"We can keep hiding out, right?"

The king shrugged. "Shit, we ought to be on the run. Fuck it, they've gotta know this fag bitch is melting our brains. It's not our fault. Right? Is that... gonna fly? `lin, you're my steward, you're supposed to keep track-"

Berlin laughed darkly. He was getting his abs cleaned of his earlier cumshot by Lulu. "I'm not keeping track of shit. This magic whore broke me."

London groaned. "Do we know if we're in trouble yet?"

"Can't imagine we're not, `don. Maybe if this fag is like a drug for them, too, we just stole a bag of cocaine from junkies."

"Shit," London. "How do we fix this?"

"Make him a slave," Dresden said.

"How? He's not gonna say yes. Drug him? Maybe we-"

Cairo mesmerized Theo and the conversation faded from the bottom's awareness. Satisfying his top was the only concern, the center of his existence.

###

"I kinda like him," Maxi said, quietly, while ironing an undershirt. "He's cute."

Lulu grunted. "He's okay."

"But you gotta admit it's fucking stellar when you feel your master's pleasure from him."

"It's okay," Lulu mocked.

Theo was sucking Perth and Berlin at the same time, hovering in straps that hung from the ceiling to leave him at hip height.

"Jelly you're not the only blond anymore?"

Lulu laughed. "Come on, this twink isn't real slave material. Serving an immortal African god is about more than sex."

"Jelly because they're all turning gay for him?"

Lulu huffed. "If our magic gods turn gay I'm getting a divorce. That's not in my ultimate fantasy."

"Hey slaves," Perth yelled, the visor of his helmet up. "Less talking, more housework."

The tops talked to each other, so quietly Theo could barely hear it over the sound of his own throat struggle. Was he mishearing? They were struggling to figure out their feelings in the haze of monstrous perma-orgasms? London was feeling bad about it? Well, that didn't keep him from abusing Theo's ass.

###

WEDNESDAY:

Theo wasn't sure he'd slept at any point when the sun once again fell through the motel window.

The haziness of sleep deprivation was getting to him and he was developing a mild sickness.

London had brought him an opulent breakfast and was acting mildly apologetic – though not saying anything. He fed Theo while fucking his ass. Any remorseful demeanor vanished once the pretty, clean-cut heartthrob felt Theo's first gear.

It didn't take long for the bed to get crowded again. The coven members who slept in the neighboring room came over for a morning orgy.

While Berlin monopolized Theo's ass, Perth - who Theo now knew as the youngest – nearly choked him out with how long his dick stayed all the way down Theo's throat.

Rocko started chuckling. Then louder, louder, his laughter becoming mean like a bully trying to hurt someone feelings.

"Oh shit," Dresden said and hurried to the window to look out.

Before he got there, the door was kicked in.

Fulin pounced, Weidong enveloping him like transparent wolf armor. The protector muse bit into the king's shoulder and tore him to the ground.

More people streamed into the room.

London gripped his stone amulet. "Adrasteia, lend me the strength of stone."

Aaron and Duke entered with red crane dragon Zhulong between them. A wing flap forced the Stygians and their slaves to brace themselves. Heat washed over Theo and he rolled off the bed.

Hierarch Brielle Boyd accompanied Paris. Then came Caius Bellerose in his iconic cyan suit.

Fulin let go of the screaming Dresden who bled from multiple bite wounds.

London charged in but Cristiano stepped in his way. "Gaspar!"

Gaspar, the shaman's stone imp, caught London's oncoming fist, sparks flying as the gray gnome absorbed the wisp empowered hit.

Godrick and Dawn entered. The unassuming woman in combat gear aimed her crossbow. "Nobody move. These are Outsider-aimed bolts and they will find your skull."

"Where is Theo!" Fulin shouted – roared even.

Dizzy and weak, Theo climbed back onto the bed.

Rocko giggled comically and a sense of heaviness pressed onto Theo. The intruders blurred. A barrier of sorts had gone up with Theo and the Ebon Mist on one side and the rescuers and the wounded Dresden on the other.

"Rocko," Caius shouted. "Lower the barrier."

The pile of stones sounded bubbly, speaking for the first time. "And who might you be, hehehe?"

"I am king of the Onyx Skies who rule this city and my champion has bested the Ebon Mist king in combat. They made a farce of our hospitality in our territory."

"Hihi. Maybe so, but I'm bound to them, not you."

Paris spoke. "I'm Caius' prince, but I was steward of the Ebon Mist. My standing invite to rejoin was never revoked."

"Of course, of course wuahahaha, I remember you. Ohoho, a prince now? You've come so far."

"I claim injury of the ancient peace compacts."

Rocko found that hilarious. Theo crawled forward, off the bed, past Rhode's legs.

"What injury do you claim, hahahah?"

Even through the blur, Paris looked super uncomfortable. "...Theft. They took what is mine."

The pile of stones turned – it should totally have fallen apart in the motion. Was it... `looking' at Theo?

"He. Hehehe. Are you his?"

Theo's voice failed twice before he managed to make a sound. "Yes."

"Ha! My sanctum is yours, wronged prince," Rocko said. "Muehehe."

"Dissolve it."

The room's walls snapped inward, the whole space becoming smaller, a bit more run down. Various people stumbled into each other. The bed shrank. The dresser clanked as a pile of stones atop it collapsed.

Paris ran through the barrier as it faded. Fulin was faster and crashed into Theo. He fist-swiped Berlin aside to push Theo onto the bed. Paris was beside him and joined the hug.

Midnight hopped into Theo's lap. The sheets felt softer, the air fresher, the hugs less crushing.

The black cat hummed like a human. "He's dehydrated."

Fulin got up and got water for Theo. In passing, he slapped the dumbly standing London so hard the Stygian fell.

"What a mess," Brielle said. She was giving medical attention to Dresden. "Uh, I assume `no' but, Tank, your pact partner isn't a muse of rabies or something?"

Fulin smirked. "Weidong's teeth are cleaner than a surgeon's scalpel."

"Sorry it took so long, babe," Paris said. "Rocko sent us in circles. If I didn't know how that stack of rubble worked..." He kissed Theo all over the face once the shaman had finished drinking.

London had put on pants and was crouching next to the bandaged Dresden who sat leaning on a wall. "It wasn't us. I mean, he infected our brains with-"

Paris pointed. "Careful there, Herbert. I'm undecided what to do with you and what you say can make or break it."

"Herbert?" Perth whispered. He'd taken off his helmet, standing fully naked. Absurdly sharp jaw, narrow eyes, a fade that could have used a touch up. "You're name's Herbert?"

"I don't know you," Paris said. "Baby?"

Perth looked offended. "I've been a Stygian for eleven years."

Paris rolled his eyes. "Baby. Anyway, once I got the story from Theo we'll decide."

London slumped. "Fine. You got us. We're the assholes. But we're the nice assholes and you know it. You better slave the sucker up before the real bad guys pop in."

"What does he mean?" Theo asked, his voice somewhat returning.

"Shhh, it's okay babe. We'll talk later. Let's get you home."

Ace, Keith and Mira came into the room. There was barely enough space to spread your arms without hitting someone.

"Second search team reporting in," Keith said.

"Good," Brielle said. "Tell Mako his longest of long-shots paid off."

Theo made an inquisitive sound.

Paris supported him to rise and grinned. "Our Forgedancer took to the internet to look for weird animal behavior. Bet you've never been glad to have the Watcher hang out around you, huh?"

Theo walked into sunlight, draped in bedsheets. A magpie sat in leafless bushes between the motel and its parking lot, staring relentlessly. The rescued man gave the Watcher's creature a grateful nod.

###

They brought Theo to the Onyx and let him sleep in Paris' bed, Midnight watching over him.

Then it was time for a feast. Caius and his wife Bianca, Paris and Damien, Fulin, Ace and Mako. After confirming that Theo was okay with a crowd, they had also invited Mira and Keith.

Fulin and Mako sat to Theo's sides, Paris across.

After some small talk, the topic turned to the developing situation with what was now called `the cult of the Dreamer'.

"Seven now," Keith said, "but it's likely we missed some. Seven people across Harpersfield are stuck dreaming most of the day. They're not comatose, which is why they're hard to find, but presumably there's always somebody dreaming to keep the Dreamer... Fed? Anchored? Worshipped? We don't know."

"Outsiders in their heads?" Bianca asked.

"Sometimes," Keith said. "But the sleep wisps and so forth aren't the ones causing it. They just see a cozy nest and slip in. It's gotta be some god with one foot already in reality."

A few conversations happened at the same time and Theo lost the thread.

Caius put a hand on Paris shoulder with an expression as if he expected the prince to do something.

"Uh Theo..." Paris started.

The blond leaned in. "Yes?"

"Do you... uh, want to go to the spa with me?"

"Sure."

Caius facepalmed. Damien gave Paris an elbow nudge.

"Okay, fuck," Paris said. "Look, Theo, I love you and I want to love you properly but... Unless we put you into a dungeon cell in the basement I can't make sure this never happens to you again. London was right that they're the `nice assholes'. If they had just packed you into a plane and..."

Theo waited patiently until the prince in gold had composed himself.

"Look, babe, I know we made a really big deal about how we Onyx Skies don't do slavery but..."

"Okay."

Paris stared, jaw half open. "What?"

Theo keenly felt the Primals next to him holding perfectly still.

"If you want to propose to me," the blond said, "I'm in."

Caius straightened his back. "Since you're part Stygian, it might be possible to get a more equitable arrangement. But yes, the only way to make it impossible for other Stygians to mesmerize or spirit you away is the Bond of Favor before Athan."

###

Paris, Damien, Fulin and Mako had been carefully walking on eggshells all night but obviously they wanted to fuck. It was important to Theo - and probably good for them – that Theo said no for once. He just needed more sleep.

But of course, when both Theo and Paris happened to lay awake as midnight struck-

THURSDAY:

-the cock-caged shaman was only too eager to have his lover invade his ass.

After twenty minutes of sobbing, laughing and screaming, Paris collapsed onto Theo, creaming a two day load into him.

"Is it going to be different when we're magic married?" Theo asked.

The prince hummed and brushed his short dreadlocks out of his eyes. "You wouldn't be like the slaves the Ebon Mist keep," Paris said. "They would rather have chicks but the ancient accords forbid it. Well, post-civil-war ancient. So they pick snowbunny gays and go ham on the bdsm slave thing."

Theo traced circles on Paris chest. "Aw, is that not what we're doing?"

"Be serious," the prince said with a bright chuckle. "Fuck. I like you so much. Anyway, if we get favor-bonded I'll always know where you are, or if you're lying, or in trouble and I get to see your emission into the noosphere anytime. So, a little bit like long-distance mind reading at the point. But if we're lucky, it'll be bilateral, mister hybrid."

"I'll be forever yours. I know if things weren't so messed up we'd wait. Probably years and years. But I don't think I'd mind being married to you."

Paris sat up. "Do we do it for real? I mean, official human wedding, too?" He flopped back onto the bed. "Sorry. That was a brain fart of an idea. Forget I said anything."

Theo laughed. "You can't pretend that just crossed your mind. You wanted to gauge my reaction."

"Fuuuck, I'm that transparent?"

"Not usually but yes."

Paris chuckled. "Okay, I heard wedding bells ring when I first shot my load into you. Isn't that romantic? But it was always just a silly daydream." He drew lines in the air. "We cordially invite you to the matrimony ceremony of Theodore and Paris Bellerose."

"Wow, so I just take your name, huh?"

"I can tell you're only pretending to be offended. But also, sorry, I should have asked for input on my dumb daydreams, you're so right."

"I'd take your name," Theo relented. "But it's not- Nevermind."

Paris sat on to of Theo's hip. "Not what?"

"N-nothing."

"Do I need to tickle it out of you?"

Theo sighed. "My adoptive parents got me straight out of the womb so I didn't have a name yet and they were going through a phase but they got better after finding a less culty church and-"

Paris started to tickle him.

"Theophilius. My name's Theophilius."

Paris dropped to the side, laughing. "Wow, that's not the worst option but I get why it's a secret."

"So were you always called Par-"

The prince threw his hands up and sat at the edge of the bed. "Names, shmames. Everyone calls you Theo so there's no reason to keep going on about- Uh, not to alarm you but you have thirteen messages from Tank."

Theo took the phone. "Hm, the last one is him apologizing for sending so many messages, so it's probably not too serious. Oh, want to see another dick pic? He's getting good at those." Theo sighed. "I should fuck him."

Paris shrugged. "I'd offer to take your spot but something tells me he won't agree."

"And Incu is probably feeling neglected."

"True. We might want to bring you home in the morning. Say, if we're bonded, would you move to an apartment in the Onyx?"

"Can I think that over?"