Sex God Saga 31
Vacation In Heaven
Still TUESDAY:
With a journey to Nimbus on the horizon, there were things to handle in the background but that was the senior shamans' job. Theo only had to play the waiting game until tomorrow and with his long list of suitors waiting meant time for dick appointments.
But first, Theo joined Keith's k-pop dance group again, to get away from the Mysterium for a bit. Keith brought Theo back to the Onyx, having a chat with Paris that the prince's slave wasn't allowed to take part in. A talk from master to man. It seemed to put Keith into a less anxious mindset.
Within minutes of arriving, Keith had his pants down and was face-fucking the blond who's head he held between his legs.
Cain joined them on the sofa and started playing video games, eating strawberries.
"Want?" Cain said and held out the strawberry bowl. "Can you form coherent thoughts right now?"
"Getting better at it," Keith said with a loopy smile, then laughed. "Cute, but a bit forced, no?"
Theo twisted and glanced at the Ghoul through teary eyes. Cain was in a strawberry-print shirt, matching his food. It was cute.
The white haired twink shrugged. "Mister B gave me a whole set. I got peach, watermelon, durian. Who wants a fucking durian shirt?"
"Mister B is Paris?"
"Nope. Big Daddy, Caius Bellerose. Everyone's in love with me." Cain's voice betrayed no emotions.
"Are you getting adopted?"
"Tried pushing that angle a bit but Leylani wants me to check in with my old parents. Or pre-possession Cain's parents or whatever. Gotta focus now. Boss battle coming up."
"Yeah same," Keith said and pulled Theo by the leather collar into a hard gagging struggle. He wrapped his legs around the sucker's back. "That means full power, you dumb white slut."
Theo obliged and Keith arched with a litany of squeals and grunts.
The front door opened and two men entered, dropping clothes as they neared.
Cain sighed. "No peace and quiet for the undead, huh?"
Theo dropped to first gear to grant Keith presence of mind and pulled away.
Jun, the massive Primal bodybuilder, was already nude save for sneakers and red earphones around his neck, flexed his arms and hit the shoulder blades of the shirtless Aaron Kim, the only man who was significantly prettier than even Keith, in an eerie way.
"Hey there. His majesty scheduled us," Jun said and flexed a second time.
"Hey," Theo croaked from a tortured throat. He looked up at Keith's sweet abs, pecs and gorgeous face. "Want to cum now or join the gangbang?"
"Cum," Keith said and pushed Theo back into his crotch.
The bottom tipped the `weight' within the top and got his guts cream pied while Keith dissolved into tears. Jun and Aaron were jerking themselves hard.
Cain's character died and the Ghoul set the controller down. "Cain Ho. `s a pleasure."
The other men introduced themselves.
Cain hummed. "Since you're not jerking each other, I guess you're straight?"
"Yup," Aaron said.
"It's complicated," Jun said and Aaron cast a look of pure shock at him.
"Same," Cain said, "but in a different way and this slut made things real easy. Can you sex freaks move it to the bedroom though? I want to make it past the castle dragon while I'm underleveled and that requires focus."
"Yeah," Keith said, weakly. "Fuck off please. I'll take a nap right here."
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A hand waving in front of Theo's eyes brought him out of his blissful state of feeling totally wrecked. He arched his abs up to rub his cum-dripping ass crack dry on the bedsheets.
Keith let his waving hand drop. "Where did the tops go?"
"Checking out the Onyx gym."
"You okay?"
Theo flopped aside to give the man a place to sit. "Just loopy. Jun is gentle, comparatively, but it's still like getting fucked by a wall. A wall that cusses you out in mandarin and can't stop flexing."
Keith grinned. He was shirtless, which made him mouthwatering to behold. He sat down, ruffling his own hair, inches from touching Theo. "No mention of Aaron?"
"He discovered fisting. Want to hear about that?"
"Not really." Keith stared out the window and sighed lightly. "I'm glad none of my fears came true but I almost wish your power would have just turned me full gay. Having this much brain-ripping pleasure come from some awkward, unfunny, white twink is a lot."
"Unfunny?"
"Yeah. Full offense."
"Wow. No more sex for you then."
Keith huffed a laugh.
"See!" Theo said and pointed up at the man's face. "You're amused. I'm funny. So what is your point? That we're not boyfriends? Put whatever label on it that lets me drain your balls."
"Maybe. Not sure I have a point besides needing time."
Theo sat up to shrug. "They all did. No rush."
They stayed next to each other in silence. Theo would have loved to just tackle the man, pulse him and fuck again. The dick cage was turning him into a worse person. He leaned on the Bond of Favors for support and Paris kindly interrupted his work for a metaphorical pat on the head. Theo smiled to himself, feeling more like a needy puppy than ever.
There was a knock on the open door.
Crown price Damien entered, his linen scarf – inhabited by Alice the mouse - sliding off the wide shoulders by itself as he unbuttoned his silk shirt. "I have half an hour to kill, slut. Hey Keith, care to join?"
"I..." the Asian conjurer started. "Yeah actually. I could go for another round on the fag."
"I brought a friend," Damien said and revealed Ray Johnston, the `24 year old' WW2 veteran of the Shining Dark. Leather jacket, open on a buff, naked torso, a chrome chain around his neck.
A golden paddle hung on Ray's wrist. "I brought Zap."
Theo nodded, feeling his heart speed up. "Electro monkey sprite," he told Keith.
"A bit of a theme," Damien said and held up a familiar device. "Hudson let me `confiscate' it for safekeeping. As far as I heard this cattle prod was underutilized in your Lunar Tempest misadventure."
"Fuuuck," Theo said and flopped on the bed. "I'm in for a world of pain, huh?"
"You can say no," Damien said in a tone that made obvious he doubted it.
Theo sighed dramatically. "Wouldn't miss it for anything. No damage a good night's sleep won't fix right?"
The two black men joined the duo already on the bed. Ray got to feel up Keith who offered no resistance and lost his pants. Damien knee-kicked Theo into doggy style position.
"Let's find out what hurts more," Damien said.
Ray huffed indignantly and swung the paddle near the taller Stygian's face. "A shocker for dumb beasts won't outclass my companion. Zap can be so much more sophisticated than what Theo has seen so far." His arm crackled with yellow lightning that wandered from elbow to fist in slow motion. He wiggled his eyebrows.
Theo's breath was going fast. "J-just let me tell Paris not to schedule anyone else for today." He focused and sent associations of full timetables, evenings and pain. He got slightly anxious confusion back.
Theo sagged. "Ugh. This isn't telepathy, much as I'd wish it was. Let me text him."
Damien pulled him back by the collar. "I'll text my brother. You get fucked. Keith, newbie, do the honors."
###
WEDNESDAY:
Going to Nimbus was a huge deal. Nobody had been there in... well, accounts varied. The world hadn't always been as connected as in the modern era. But it had been a couple of centuries or so.
A half dozen shamans had also risen before the crack of dawn just to see the group depart underneath Ivory Haven's lilac tree.
After much debate, the task and honor had been handed to the juniors of team delta. This had caused a smidgen of bad blood but Theo wasn't privy to the details.
Also, nobody knew how to dress for a visit in the long lost land of angels.
Theo wore a button-up and slacks, his collar a light leather choker, matching Melody's repose in his wristlet. He'd been given a little brightness wisp by the name of Flash to put into the medallion on said choker – mostly so Paris had a reason to insist he wear it.
The prince was along to represent Stygian-kind. He looked drab in business attire but his hair was still tied up with a gem-studded, golden clasp, matching his painted nails.
Keith wore a cream two-piece suit with a white shirt, representing the shaman guys of Agrippa's Sigil. For the gals of Cassia's Conjunction, the hierarch's daughter Coralline had volunteered, wearing a simple, cream dress. They swore they hadn't coordinated their fashion.
Fulin couldn't have possibly been kept from joining and apparently the Primals wanted representation, too. He wore a tight, light gray muscle-tee which didn't even fully cover his shoulders and he kept pulling at the sleeves, clearly annoyed by their presence. He wore gray slacks borrowed from Ace.
"Is he coming, too?" Juniper Upatham, team delta's supervisor, asked, pointing a thumb at Cain. Juniper had brought coffee for everyone and was on his third cup. The only one here suffering more from the early hour was Keith.
"Yes he is," Cain said about himself. "To represent zombie-kind."
"Will the angels even let a possession into a sacred realm?"
Cain pulled his shirt away from his chest. It showed a halo-crowned pair of wings on the front and two little cherubs almost kissing on the back. "I'll blend in."
Juniper seemed confused by the total deadpan but walked off, too much caffeine in his system to hold still.
Theo leaned in to rest his head on Cain's boney shoulder. "I adore you, little one. Might even love you."
"Love you right back, life giver."
Fulin grunted a laugh. "Just call him daddy like a normal pervert."
"It wasn't supposed to mean daddy," Cain said and poked Theo in the nose to push him back. "Ugh, every time I think my nickname game has improved..."
A flock of doves descended from the lilac tree, where no birds had been a second ago. Eyota the messenger was back. With it came Vespers again.
"Theo and traveling companions?"
Keith turned on his headcam he wore, assisted by Juniper. Coralline was holding a bigger camera on a stick.
"We're ready, I think," Theo said.
Vespers hummed. "You should disrobe."
"All of- No, just me, huh? The `you are supposed to be naked' thing again?"
Theo stripped and handed his clothes to Bastian Mills. He tried not to feel humiliated. Via his bond to the prince, he got to feel Paris' attraction and amusement which helped the caged twink get over himself.
Naked, he spread his arms at Vespers. "That all?"
"Enter then."
The doves comprising Eyota fluttered in a flat sphere – nearly a circle facing the shamans. A portal of sorts wobbled into existence. The other side was not visible.
Paris took Theo's hand. The Bond of Favors let Theo sense how much the prince wanted to be by his side. Fulin grabbed Theo's other hand, Cain took Corallines. Keith had reached for Coralline's hand as well and since she held the camera she didn't have another one free.
Fulin pulled Keith into the chain with a serious nod and Cain completed the line.
They filed through.
A forest awaited them. Cloudy, cool and not out of place on the west coast.
Keith had his phone out. "We're still in Concordia. Middle of nowhere. A voidpath?"
"A voidpath," Vespers confirmed as the ever-hooded Outsider followed from the collapsing portal. "The angels want to obscure the way, so you may not replicate the journey. At least for now."
Trees bent out of shape, melted like warm wax, and formed into another portal. Again, they entered. This one lead to a mountain range of brown stone. It was the middle of the night here.
"Holy assfuck," Fulin said. "Are we in the Himalayan?"
"Intercontinental voidpaths," Keith said with reverence. "That would be... Damn, no service. Obviously."
It was cold. Theo tapped his bracelet and Melody sent echoes of warmth, making him more comfortable but still shivering.
Light flickered into existence around them. Different colors. Objects, mostly reflective, that were inhabited by sprites to Theo's summoning sight. Spectral animals and elemental powers hopped and floated in a circle around them.
"Should we be concerned?" Coralline asked.
"Bit late for that," Fulin said, slamming his fists together. He had a wisp in the yin and the yang tattoo each. Nobody else was prepared for a fight.
They got whisked upward. The lights brightened. A sensation of rushing through something. Calmness overcame Theo so suddenly it was jarring and artificial but helped anyway.
The six of them, sans Vespers, landed on white stone with gold veins. Clouds spread before them like a landscape, bubbling and drifting in circles. The sky was a web of layered aurora borealis.
Stunned speechless, the group spread out a few steps. Clouds formed permanent structures, like buildings constantly made anew from vapor drifting in and out of their building substance. Manicured verdant islands spread between them, the only firm ground in sight.
"Fuck me," Fulin whispered.
"Can do," Cain said.
Figures approached them, walking on clouds like it was solid earth.
The presumed angels, two male, two female, wore heavy tunics and sandals. They were strangely tall, with the women reaching six feet, the men seven. Their skin was blindingly white, with lines of deep black running along their features like fresh tattoos. Their features were racially ambiguous, with full lips and afro-textured hair but noses like Greek statues and eyes that danced between blue, green, amber and purple as the light changed.
Keith swallowed audibly. "Greetings, a-ancient brethren. We're glad you're not extinct. We hope to learn much from you."
The angels looked mostly at Theo who resisted the urge to cover his junk with his hands. He stood tall, his throat dry.
One of the male angels, head bald, jaw wide, took a light bow. His voice was a strong baritone. "Greetings. I am Honorsilvered and I welcome you to the realm of the Cosmic Creator. These are Eclipsedrawn, Endingchanged and Journeysoul. We have called you here for a purpose. Other conversations may need to wait."
"Right."
"Theo," Honorsilvered said. "I wish we would have never had to meet, and if we did it should have been under better circumstances."
"Not sure I understand," Theo said, slowly.
Honorsilvered started walking with an inviting gesture. The other angels waited until the group had stepped onto the clouds. There were stones underneath, which seemed to rise from the ground milliseconds before Theo's feet passed into nothingness.
Honorsilvered turned to Theo and waited for the blond to catch up, then kept walking. "We angels are beings of Valancy as you should know. Human conjurers can leech but a trickle of power from each other but our centuries of meditation have let us amass vast power. There were some who thought we should put it to use."
They traveled much faster than should have been possible. The stones under the feet were acting as a conveyer belt.
"There is no good way of saying it," Honorsilvered continued, "but your creator lived among us once, Theo. I called him a friend. But there was a schism in purpose. Your creator was declared a Nephil and chose exile. We call him Xaphan."
They arrived at a little park with a single tree on a hill, each shrub manicured to perfection. Seven crosses rose from the ground. No, seven swords.
"There was bloodshed," Honorsilvered said. "These graves... I want you to know how difficult this was for me, for us, so you'll believe when I say, I'm sorry, Theo. That we made you for a purpose and abandoned you when we tore ourselves apart in argument. You were supposed to live as a Baseliner as you now call them, unaware of the Mysterium. We know about your hypothesis that you were awoken by a dream wisp sent randomly by a god's cult. We also consider this the likely progression of events."
There was a break and Paris squeezed Theo's hand. The prince felt curious but also concerned about his slave-boyfriend. It wouldn't have taken the bond to figure that out.
"What," Theo started. What question was his most burning? "What was the purpose?"
Honorsilvered sighed. "We are dwindling. All races but humans. At an excruciating pace. A Stygian is more likely to die than to create a wholly new one. The power of the Primals keeps fading even without the many deaths from those hunting them. And we angels gave up reproduction long ago for the benefit of rebirth in a way we now understand was reckless."
"Was I supposed to fix that?"
Honorsilvered smiled a sad smile. "There was much debate about solutions and, eventually, Xaphan headed a project with many of us still opposed. He wanted to create a man who can carry the essence of angels within his balls and fuck a new generation into existence."
"Uh..." Keith said. Fulin chuckled and Coralline laughed quietly into a facepalm.
"The carrier was meant to be the perfect fuck-god, impregnating dozens of women with a new breed of angles. Perhaps even a hundred or more."
Paris potent mix of amusement and shock was so intense it made it hard for Theo to figure out where his own, similar feelings began.
"Should'a picked me," Fulin said and framed his crotch with flat hands. His cock was mercifully shrunken to a not-obscene size.
"We needed compatibility with humans. So Xaphan found shamans to aid him, then found a Stygian to add his mix."
"Felix Nelsson?" Theo asked.
"Yes. You were supposed to get noosphere insights to let you seduce and conquer women with ease. The meagerness of your noosphere abilities would have greatly disappointed him."
Paris gave Theo a pat between the shoulders.
"Well, sorry I'm a failure," Theo said without feeling too bad.
"You were also given... transferred part of a Primal child. A girl who was allowed to grow up fully human in turn."
"The Schwar... something girl," Theo mused. "Really glad to hear she didn't get murdered. Why make me part Primal, though?"
"To dilute the angelic essence with bestial fertility and ensure reproduction is possible. Also, to make it easier for you to heal and to fix you in case you suffered from ugliness."
Fulin barked a laugh then cleared his throat.
"Neither Stygian nor Primal power took as much in you as Xaphan had hoped. Similar for the angelic essence itself but it could have been enough to make you the breeding machine he desired to see in the world. I personally assisted with the link to Ambrosia."
"The goddess?"
"Yes. She has been fed more V than perhaps any god in history. Her magic slumber is almost a... food coma. Through her might, the carrier was supposed to do Xaphan's work."
"Fucked up," Keith whispered.
"Then you schismed?" Theo asked.
Honorsilvered sighed again. "To put it briefly, yes. What followed was a time of grief. With Xaphan in exile, nobody wanted to even think about you. Since your power was dormant we could afford not to. When the muse we had sent to protect your family home reported that you had no interest in girls, we were content to forget you altogether and move forward."
"Then the dream god cult rose and messed it all up," Paris said. "I mean, I'm grateful beyond words I got to meet you, my love, but it's one dumb coincidence."
"Maybe not," Honorsilvered said. "Xaphan could have moved to a new demiplane and atoned or schemed or many other things but he may still be active in the human world. You were a mere baby, Theo, barely born when he was exiled. If he'd wanted to `activate' you, and had assumed you were still in the same city..."
"He'd create a cult for a powerful god," Coralline said, "to send harmless wisps all over the state and- Well not that harmless with all the demons it pulled into Harpersfield."
Honorsilvered bowed. "We may have to turn the hunt on Xaphan before he causes more harm. We spoke to the one you call Callidora."
"Wait," Keith said. "You managed to summon her from Ephemera already?"
"So we did. She couldn't tell us much, having been bound by an unknown goddess, but we believe she has been primed by Xaphan to kill Theo. The incident with the Stygian and Primals turning each other rabid in her sanctum may have been helped along in a similar manner."
"Xaphan wants me dead?"
Honorsilvered nodded. "Maybe he believes he will be forgiven for undoing his project. His mind is hard to understand from afar. We need to devise a strategy."
Fulin slapped his pecs. "Time to beat up an angel."
Theo pointed at his cock cage. "Honorsilvered, sir? Anything you can do about this?"
The angel's gaze got stuck on the Mirrormaven's crotch. "Is it killing you?"
"Not... literally?"
"Then I'm afraid the expenditure of V required to undo a powerful god's work is much to ask."
"Uh, too much?"
"Much."
"But, like, too much?"
Theo and the angel locked eyes. Nobody said a word. Maybe if he just kept pushing...
The blond broke eye contact, looking down. "I guess... this is me. Anal-only forever."
Fulin slapped his naked ass. "Fine by me. I love you with or without cage but there's one dick between us that matters. The important part is that I love you, right?"
"Well, I guess. I love you too, sir."
Paris slapped his naked ass next, harder. "I love you more."
"Nuh-uh," Fulin said and slapped Theo's ass so hard the blond tumbled forward. "I love you the hardest, fastest, biggest.
"Don't try to outcompete me, Tank," Paris said with playful tension. "I'm the better lover. Money, magic bond, parties."
"Muscles," Fulin said and flexed. "Cock, and... muscles."
"Couldn't think of a third thing?"
Theo slapped them both in the chest. "You guys are so embarrassing. Not in front of the angel."
Cain gently ruffled Theo's hair. "I love you and one day you'll have a nickname that sticks, blondie."
"I love you, zombie kid. I love you, master. I love you, alpha. Are we done?"
"I-I..." Keith stammered with a hand raised like he was waiting to be called on. "I lo-ike you too?"
"Ah yes," Theo said with his voice as teasing as possible. "I love you the most. You're my favorite after all."
He got pulled in two directions at once. Three men whispered into his ear. From Fulin came "You owe me a one hour blowjob for that, max gear and a home cooked meal." From Paris at the same time "I will fuck you like you're indestructible." While Cain whispered, "Whisper, whisper, I can't think of anything but I don't want to be left out."
The four men collided into a group hug. Keith added himself somewhat hesitantly but was properly pulled in by Paris.
"Cor," the Duskwright said, "we're editing out this bit before we submit the footage, yeah?"
"Sure," Coralline said. "Don't want all of shamankind seeing me thir- sixth-wheeling."
"You kidding?" Fulin said and puller her in. "Chicks are always welcome in my group hug."
Theo caught a glimpse of Honorsilvered. The super-tall man with pure white skin and black markings was smiling and while it was faint it was, for the first time, not a sad smile.
###
Nimbus had no tourist attractions. Their chat had continued on a grassy patch, elevated a few feet above the clouds, ringed by standing stones.
Bastille, a garden imp inhabiting a woven and decorated nest, made the ground beneath Theo's naked ass soft and warm.
Firmament, a music pixie in the shape of a hummingbird, sang for them like a trained bird capable of producing the sounds of harps and cellos.
It was utterly peaceful but once they'd run out of strategy to discuss there was nothing else to see or do. Angels really just meditated and prayed all the time.
Other angels stopped by to gawk at Theo. With light bows, they dropped off cups of fragrant tea, wove a flower into his hair or tickled him with feathers for something like the lightest possible massage.
Theo could have stayed but his boyfriends got antsy in the silence.
A flurry of lights dropped them off in the Himalayas which had progressed toward morning. Whatever had been used for the ritual to create the bridge to Nimbus was cleaned up.
Everybody turned toward the piles of stone that assembled into an intercontinental voidpath. Paris held Theo back and whispered. "You're not the only tease here, bitch."
The black semi-immortal covered Theo's mouth with one hand and pushed the other into the blond's ass with enough force Theo had to actively use his power to open the way.
Paris hand rammed into him and delivered mindblowing sexual sensations. Keith and Coralline were distracted filming the path forming but Fulin had turned back and grinned.
Paris' fist was gone just as fast and Theo sank to his knees, trembling with pleasure, pain and unspeakable lust. He wanted to throw himself at his master and beg for more.
The prince had to pull his slave up by the collar. Theo's anal healing factor wasn't strong enough to keep him from still walking funny by the time they reached the Mage Tower through the second voidpath.
They all agreed to have lunch at Elmwood Square. Afterward, most of the group returned to the hidden headquarter, but Fulin had preparations to make elsewhere.
Paris led Theo by the hand for a stroll and a conversation. Their angelic business was done but their plans for today were not finished.