Sex God Saga

Sex God Saga 35

Calm Shenanigans Before The Storm

MONDAY:

Theo scoffed. "You'd be faster if you didn't flex after every sock you pick up."

Fulin flexed again, this time facing Theo head on. He was naked, his massive cock dangling between the thighs that matched his musclebound physique. "You'd be faster if you didn't sniff every sock you picked up."

"Tha-tha-that was a sneaker," Theo said, sounding way more defensive and shy than he'd wanted. "A-and how did you even see that? You had your back to me."

"Soul Joining. I could tell how you moved. Glad the link didn't make me catch a whiff, too."

"Hey, they're your feet."

Fulin stepped closer to the blond. In the mostly-managed chaos of the alpha's bachelor pad, Theo in a jockstrap let his eyes wander over the body that had just topped him.

"Kneel," Fulin commanded and scented Theo. The link made it work instantly.

It wasn't necessary at all – Theo would have obeyed anyway – but it added humiliation.

The mindless shaman licked the sole of the offered foot. After half a minute, Fulin spat into Theo's open mouth and let the scenting fade while he continued to tidy up.

Theo rose to his feet. "You know, we'd also be faster if you stopped being an asshole every five minutes."

Fulin flexed without looking. "You love it."

"Not the point."

"You love me."

"Also not the point."

Fulin glanced over, grinning. "I... love you?" He broke eye contact.

Theo giggled. "Fine. I'll accept that. I love you right back, and it's hot when you treat me like a slave. Let's move on."

The Primal hit a single bi pose and waved his cock at Theo with the free hand. "Man, if I could scent you into cleaning up, I would. Sometimes I wish I had Stygian powers. Do not tell the smug golden child I said that.

"No promises. Also, I'm already your maid, what more do you want?"

"Having you do it all, duh."

"I don't even know where half this stuff goes. I just put it into the boxes for you to sort."

"I'm supposed to sort them?"

They both paused.

Theo groaned. "Something about how you said that was way too cute for how dumb it is. Starting to understand how it got this messy so fast again."

"Cleaning's faster now, too, though. Maybe I'll stay on the ball."

Theo frowned. "It's going way faster. Notice how we're not in each other's way at all?"

"The link?"

"Yeah... and I'm wondering if that makes you better at being tidy, too. If we can intuit each other's moves, can we share abilities too?"

"Not like copying over a skill but... Since Mako's going to show up..."

###

Ability sharing was shaky at best.

Mako was cooking in Fulin's kitchen and Theo helped – without having been told the recipe. Accessing Mako's intuition wasn't foolproof and he did burn the prawns, but Theo managed to do things without being told.

Fulin's attempt at drawing them both – using Theo's talent – was more miss than hit. His lack of fine motor skill made it more of a rough doodle.

"But it's way better than before," Mako said, looking at the drawing. "It's got, like, shapes and stuff. You really tapped into Theo."

"Sure did," Fulin said and grabbed Theo's ass, now back in jeans.

"We should take Ace to play billiards," Mako said. "Unless the one time I played with him was a fluke, he can clear the table in two rounds. I want to steal that superpower."

"You'll make him feel competitive," Fulin said. "Only fights I ever had with him were all about games."

Mako shrugged. "We have a bottom who'll take all that aggression. Right, slut?"

Theo sighed but couldn't suppress a smile. "Yes sir."

###

Mako was also the one how chauffeured him after lunch. They hung out at the Smiling Panda, where Cain was clearing tables.

Theo had fun pulsing the zombie whenever he walked past with a stack of ceramics and watching him wobble a bit. The near lack of reaction was a fun contrast to the Primals' earlier full-body tense, scream-crying sex.

A trip to the Body Changer's saw them reunite with Jun, who harshly critiques the loss of proper form Theo's training had suffered in his time at other gyms.

Theo decided to stick close to Mako and leech off of the Forgedancer's gym experience. Their link worked well in his favor but it was naturally more exhausting to train harder.

When Jun inevitably wanted to fuck Theo, the bodybuilder had to ram into a nearly unresponsive bottom, who was already feeling the aches that awaited tomorrow. Not that the Primal hunk had an issue using the shaman as a fleshlight.

Jun once again made a week's worth of meals in the closed Smiling Panda kitchen at night and Theo got a dinner out of it before going home with Cain.

"Had a good date, champ?" Cain asked.

"Yeah. So it's champ now, huh?"

"You're the champion of gay fucks."

"Ambrosia is more of a fertility goddess."

Cain poked him with every word. "Champ. Of. Fucks. In. The. Ass. By penis. From men."

"Don't you go homophobic on me, kiddo. Master Paris would have a word to say about that."

Cain shook his head. "I've decided your nickname is champ and I'll do whatever it takes to make that one stick."

Theo shrugged. "You've come up with worse. So how was work?"

"Welp, I had some things to complain about but you showed up and made me swim in hyper-mega-orgasm pleasure, so... Middling."

"Happy to help."

"Sure, champ."

###

TUESDAY:

Prepping for the awakening bomb also meant checking up on relevant Outsiders living in the Harpersfeld area.

Theo was eternally glad yesterday hadn't been leg day, or else he'd have had to turn around. It wasn't even that steep an incline but the forested hills around the city could be a little exhausting to ascend.

"It's where I got Melisandre," Keith said. "If I never mentioned that. Desdemonos bound Mel to me, as a preliminary thing and, well, we stuck with each other. Cor got hers from him, too."

"Coralline had a muse?" Theo asked.

Keith absentmindedly nodded, his wisp-inhabited earring dangling with the glint of a pre-noon sun. His smooth hair stuck out under a white beanie that matched his plush vest.

"Narkissa," the Asian shaman said. "Muse of gentle slumber and unconscious relaxation, if I recall. Cor wanted to do something with kids or pets. So I guess the animal shelter suits her."

Sacred appeared next to them. His superhuman ability as a ranger-type Redeemer let him move through the forest off the beaten path like he was on flat ground. "How'd they break up?"

Keith grinned, then sighed. "There was a girl among the lady shamans, Kaitlin. She thought it was a great idea to show magic to all her girlfriends from the country club."

"What a bitch," Sacred said, perhaps just to swear.

"Okay, I don't actually know if there was a country club involved but she was the type. So poor Cor got roped in and tagged along. And guess what, the girls freaked. So the Shrouded showed up and hit the Baseliners with amnesia."

"Shrouded?" Sacred asked. "Five white tunics or veils, blowing in the wind? And sometimes wind makes the fabric flutter so it's clear there's not even an invisible person. There's just cloth."

"You had a run in?" Keith asked. "Colors and numbers vary, but otherwise that was spot on."

Sacred jumped onto a tree root that had dug through the dirt path, balancing perfectly stable on one heel. "Saw them twice, taking care of a demonic mess we'd stumbled upon. Left the Baseliners frazzled for a day or two but didn't seem too bad."

Keith shrugged. "I guess you champion of the Pactmaker get special treatment. Anyway, Baseliners just have a bad few days, although it can worsen some mental illnesses or trigger a nasty episode. The offending Knowing, however... a few hours of psychosis, then vomiting, fever, some more flashes of psychosis. Everyone who's gone through it said it was the worst thing ever."

"Pretty harsh," Theo said.

Keith scoffed. "Until last decade we didn't even call them the Shrouded. People talked around them so hard they had no fixed name. We have to keep the Mysterium exclusive whether we want to or not."

"Did Coralline get hit by all that?"

"She was a bystander so she got the bystander dose. She swore off magic and only kinda came back last year. Narkissa got punished, too, and they broke up mostly amicably. Kaitlin moved to Concordia City if memory serves. Never heard from her again."

"Shack sighted," Sacred said. "Remind me to share my war stories sometime. I'm ready to dish out some of the harmless ones. I was told that'll be good for me."

Theo brushed his hand against the back of Keith's. "You really took a gamble on me. Thank you."

Keith waved him off. "Nah, Mel told me you're head over heels for my pretty face. And you were in such deep shit you'd have agreed to anything that helps."

Theo laughed. "Or you could have just taken the compliment."

"I can take compliments," Keith said, mock-offended. "I can be warm and vulnerable and I'll beat the shit out of anyone saying otherwise."

"Love you," Theo said and leaned in for a kiss.

He'd expected to scare the man away, perhaps make him take a step aside, but Keith offered his cheek.

Sacred clapped once. "Get to work or I'll have to talk to my therapist about jealousy."

"You can have a kiss, too," Theo said.

"Not unless I'm balls deep inside you."

"Hm, I'll remember that."

They stepped off the path and through the Veil that kept the abandoned place out of Baseliner sight.

The sky was darker on the other side and the closer they got to the shack, the more the sun faded until it was night.

Unlike the real sky, this demiplane's sky was clear. The darkness was penetrated by glinting lights in banners above, more numerous than the naked eye could see in the real Milky Way. Desdemonos was a god of the starry night.

Someone stepped out of the shack.

A vaguely female figure in a simple dress, covered entirely in gem stones that sparkled more than the demiplane's light should have let them. Her face was equally shiny, her eye balls round gems.

"Uh, you're not Desdemonos," Keith said.

"I'm passing through," the unknown Outsider said. "The god of this place agreed to let me rest here. Isn't it beautiful?"

"It... is," Keith said. "So you're a muse or jewels? Gems? Sparkles?"

"Thereabout," she said. "I can teach you about those stones. How to treat them, how to handle them. Where to find many that mankind has not stumbled upon."

"I'll pass that on to folk who might find the price worth it," Keith said. "Have you been named by one of us yet?"

"No."

"Oh, wow. Newbie. Do you have, like, permission from the Ferryman to be here? Or a writ by the Scribe?"

"No."

"I... You know what, jewel lady, we'll summon the god of this place and make him deal with it. Sacred, slave boy, unpack the beacon. I'll see if I can find signal and shoot the Mage Tower a message."

Theo leaned in to whisper. "Is this an issue? Is she dangerous?"

Keith smiled wide. "Probably not, but this is quite a rare treat. This stuff is why I'm never going back to Baseliner life.

He placed a kiss on Theo's cheek as he passed.

###

FRIDAY:

Theo was slightly squeezed between the titanic Sky, Paris and Kingsley.

The leader of the Lunar Tempest had offered to make it up to Theo any way he could since his compromised muse had been the reason for quite a scare.

Paris still held somewhat of a grudge on his slave's behalf but that hadn't stopped an orgy from happening.

Theo was basically threaded into his master's limbs, Kingsley's deadlocks tickling the blond's shoulder. It would have been an uncomfortable, sweaty mess if it wasn't for Midnight napping as a gray fur coil in Theo's blanket-covered lap, oozing magic coziness.

Sky was sitting with his back against a pillow, typing on a phone he had owned for all of two days.

"Everybody wants in on the research," the angel in human guise said. "Even internationally."

"Isn't that what you were hoping for?"

Sky hummed. "We've not shared our notes with humans in centuries. We're not sure how to... declassify our knowledge appropriately. But we'll figure it out. Actually, Theo..."

Theo twisted to look up at the giant's tan human guise. Paris stirred without opening his eyes. "Yeah?"

"We could restart research into you. Since we locked your powers away, we never added any kind of... off switch. There may be a way to give you a zeroth gear, letting you have totally non-magical sex."

"Uh, that would probably be useful. Not that I'm looking to add a Baseliner to the boyfriend list but it would be nice if..."

Paris opened his eyes with a grin. "If I could whore you out all I wanted? Agreed. But, Sky, how would that work? You talk to Ambrosia?"

"It's unlikely I can wake her from the stupor but we can modify the path of crystals and her environment."

"Wait," Paris said and sat on up his elbows, his abs tightening in the motion. "Could someone else do that, too? Xaphan? Is that a security risk? An enemy... breaking into Theo?"

Sky's head dropped back against the wall as he frowned. "Now that you mention it. I find it highly unlikely but I'll devise a way to prevent such a thing. I'd have to tie various permissions to trusted parties. Theo, is that `boyfriend list' you mentioned a real list? Men you can trust to want your best and who'd agree to be biometric keys?"

Theo blinked. "Uh, that's not terminology I expected with the Mysterium. Yeah, I'm magic married to six guys already. If you need more we can add Keith and Sacred, maybe Ray. Maybe even this guy." Theo gave Kingsley's ass a gentle brush.

"We'll talk it over with-" Paris stopped as his phone beeped. He grinned at the screen. "Our lovely undead roommate got straight As."

Theo pumped the air. "Fuck yes. Tell him he's a genius."

"It's high school for dropouts, not the Science Olympiad."

"Be nice to the kid. He did so much work to keep his video game privileges. Tell him I'll play co-op with him."

"Better," Paris said. "I'll tell him he gets a sex doll."

"Huh?"

The Stygian patted Theo's head. "You, dummy. He gets to turn you into a puppet. Hope you're ready to get pushed to the limit."

"I..."

"Speaking of," Sky said and scooted closer. He dropped his massive package on Theo's face. "I'll take a goodbye fuck before Nimbus calls."

Theo immediately pushed max power through his tongue and lips as he held the shaft against himself. Sky's body went into full-flex spasms and he whimper-cried. The bed shook. The angel's hands pinned Theo's arms into the mattress as he uncontrollably rutted against the bottom's face. "Hngguuuuh fuck, fuck you, fuck, slut fuuuhhhhhgggn."

Paris shoved two fingers into Theo's ass, making the bottom instinctively pull his legs in. "I'll just squeeze out what I can before Kingsley wants seconds, too. Open up, slut."

"Yes sir," Theo said and let his power flow into his master's fist.

###

SUNDAY:

Pinerise Manor was quiet, almost everybody out for final preparations.

Keith had put on white boxers again but he was fine with some light cuddling post-sex on the sofa. Having the Asian man halfway draped over him, Theo scribbled Atlas glyphs along paper, his style now imitating alchemical diagrams.

The wisp in a butterfly pendant stretched its glass magic across the coffee table, turning the surface much glossier. Theo's face appeared within the mirroring surface, moving independently of the shaman's real face.

"Need pointers, champ?" Keith mumbled, his earring stroking across Theo's collarbone.

"Champ? Has Cain put you up to this?"

"May have."

"And nope. I'm getting good at illusions."

Keith grumbled. "Ask me something. You're still a noob."

"Why so eager?" Theo asked.

Keith shrugged. "Developed some productivity guilt with how much there's been to do."

Theo chuckled. He drew more shapes, letting his creativity be guided by his subconscious. The shapes came out rune-like. The wisp followed, traveling across paper as a butterfly-shaped smear. A cup on the table vanished from perception.

"Lazy days are allowed, boyfriend. I've been plenty productive yesterday and I know you were, too."

Keith moved away a bit to look at the blond. "What did you do yesterday?"

"Oh, let me think."

"Watching you think is boring. Pulse me."

"Addict," Theo said but obliged.

At the lightest touch, Keith's twunk physique jolted back, wracked by shivers, his eyes wide, grimacing as if in pain. "Fuuuuuck IloveyouIloveyou, cocksucking faggot whore god of sex-" On instinct Keith slapped Theo. "-I will rape your ass I love you fuckfuck. Fuck!"

Theo held his slapped cheek but grinned. He patted Keith's naked thigh. "Fun to watch every time. So anyway, as you recover-" Theo circled the wisp on paper and drew it a nice vessel – a butterfly with wings filled in by a silver glitter pen.

The blond spoke as he scribbled. "I met up with Ray, Mo and Victor from the Shining Dark in the Sewers. I brought Sacred and Damien. Sacred because he wanted to check out the party later, mostly. Anyway, we tried summoning Incu with cum from Mo and Sacred, no success. He's still hurt."

Keith was able to pay attention again, but still hanging in the sofa cushions like all tension had left him.

"So we conjured Seducctra, who's also some kind of sex muse. Long term protector of a Mexican whore house that was closed a decade ago."

"Heard of her," Keith mumbled.

"The beacon was us sucking each other around a circle of used condoms which Mo had kindly collected from previous parties. It was Sacred's first taste of black cock. Or any cock really. Didn't hate it, didn't love it. Anyway, Seducctra didn't know anything about Incu but she knew who to ask."

Keith caressed Theo's back. "I'm horny again."

"Can you get hard yet?"

Keith slowly shook his head, smirking. "Gimmi ten minutes."

"Next we called Great Rooster. Very much like Incu but instead of a bull's head, it's a feathery one, like you'd expect. While we were at it, we asked if he could get my dick free, since his specialty is giving people better genitals for ongoing payment. As expected, I got a no. But he'd seen Incu."

"So your minotaur is okay?"

"He's recuperating okay. Not able to take spectral shape yet. Great Rooster put us in touch with the folk caring for him."

"Weird," Keith said. "To think they have, like, healthcare in Ephemera. Who is it? Doctor Love?"

"No, and the guidelines currently recommend against summoning the Doc. Anyway, it was Herr and Frau Besserimbett. Some of the oldest known sex muses. We actually had trouble creating a beacon for them because none of us were having unsatisfying sex."

Keith laughed. "What a problem to have, huh? How did you manage?"

Theo cleared his throat. "Ray put me in e-stim pain until I was a total mess, begging him to stop. That counted."

"Is there a video?"

"...Yeah. Didn't think you want to see that."

Keith shrugged. "I'm weirdly fond of you, sexually. Getting used to it."

"Maybe later. So we got in contact with Incu via those two and he'll check in when he can. I don't need a sanctuary anymore but he's kind of a friend now. Maybe we'll call upon him annually for a little orgy."

"Invite me. Also, it's not been ten minutes but I'm getting hard again. Turn around. Bend over."

Theo chuckled. "You always want to start doggy style but as soon as you're inside me you want to make out."

"I do not want to make out."

"You did last time."

"One smooch. Heat of the moment."

"But you're giving it more of a-"

"I gave you an order, bitch."

Theo went to all fours on the sofa, his ass to the top. "Yes sir."

A silver butterfly lifted off the page. Theo tried to attract it with strong thoughts, making his mind a vessel. Reflections of Keith's face wobbled before his eyes as the glass wisp mirrored the top's expression before his eyes. Not willing to risk the wisp demonizing, Theo released his temporary friend. He'd accomplished enough. This was supposed to be a lazy day.

Keith shoved and punched the bottom onto his back until they were face to face. Tongues met.