Sex God Saga 7
Royally Fucked Again, But Better
THURSDAY:
Theo had woken up to see a bird on his windowsill staring at him. The Watcher was still interested. Luckily it hadn't signaled some calamity about to unfold.
He was standing in front of the Smiling Panda in jeans and a gray button shirt when a black Mercedes limousine pulled up. The driver stopped right beside Theo, got out and opened the backdoor for him.
"Hey there," Paris said inside. "Nice haircut."
Theo shook his head with a grin. "Thanks? What's the plan today?"
"A long list of surprises, that's all I'll say."
The car took off and Theo settled in next to Paris, not sure how much distance between their knees was appropriate. The prince wore light brown pants and a silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A new golden broche - matching his bracelets - kept his dreadlocks up.
"This... is a date, right?" Theo said.
"I sure hope so. I mean, we can say you needed more `training' if you'd like. But Tank was quite pleased with what a good student you've been. Was he as good a mentor as he thought he was?"
Theo got horny at the memory. "I... yeah, I think I figured it out. Wasn't that hard with guidance."
"Care to show of your skills, slut?"
"Yes sir."
They awkwardly crashed into each other as each man tried to slip the other's shirt off.
Paris ended up with his silk shirt unbuttoned, Theo was totally naked within seconds.
"Turn around."
Theo glanced at the Stygian prince's gestures. "You mean like..."
Paris pushed him into position. On all fours on the bench, facing the window. Paris spread Theo's cheeks and started rimming.
"Oh, oh wow, no one's done... Hggng, yes sir."
"Hands," Paris demanded.
Theo obliged, expecting to get tied up. Instead the Stygian pulled his silk shirt over him and closed the top button.
"Lean out."
"S-sir?"
Paris let the window down and gave Theo a push to lean out of the car up to his nipples.
They were driving a meager 15 miles per hour, along the straight and wide Market Street. At least it wasn't the early morning stop-and-go traffic anymore. Yet if anyone really looked, the illicit activity in the car would have been obvious.
Theo was ecstatic. He was arching his back on instinct so hard it hurt his spine. Paris kept lightly stroking Theo's dick as a tease while going crazy on the ass. It was a much more fun sensation than the shaman would have expected.
Avoiding eye contact with other drivers, the blond kept his eyes on the horizon, forcing his expression to stay neutral.
Just when Theo got used to the rimjob, Paris' hand came from behind and gripped his hair.
"Your turn," the prince said and pulled Theo in.
Losing the shirt, Theo was pushed to his knees between Paris' spread legs. Theo had forgotten how hot those legs were. The contrast between his own hands and the dark skin, muscles flexing underneath, was enough to make him hunger.
Theo licked his lips, feeling his heart in his throat. "I'll try easing you in, sir."
Paris chuckled. "That's a funny thing to hear from a bottom. Tank told me about- You know what? I'm not mentioning that guy again. You're mine now, slut."
"Yes sir."
Theo was glad to be able to take a dick fully into his mouth, making it a third down the shaft. He put his power into first gear. It was a passive process, like holding a stance or turning to a certain side.
Paris dug into the shaman's hair. "Aw yes, slut. Best blowjob of my life. You were made for sucking, you're just a-"
Theo slipped into second gear – what Fulin had called 30%.
Paris sounded like he had trouble breathing. He guided Theo down the shaft with more force. Before long it turned into a facefuck.
"Oh fuck me," Paris said, looking at his phone. "We're almost there. Let's do another lap."
Theo pulled away. "Should I make it quick?"
"Sadly, yes. Up for anal?"
Theo practically jumped into the prince's lap. His ass accepted the intrusion with the usual caveats. Theo let Paris go buckwild between third gear and max power with the occasional dip back to the consciousness of first level. Paris fucked with enough despair to leave handprints and scratches on Theo's thighs and ass. Their faces met but Paris lacked the coordination for a kiss.
Theo easily found the `trigger' within the top like a most precariously teetering weight. He gave the final push and Paris came into his ass with a guttural scream.
Both men breathed hard, slightly trembling.
Paris sagged in the car seat. "Hard to believe but this was orderly compared to last time."
"I enjoyed it a lot more." Theo hesitantly slipped off the still mostly hard dick. "I'm all caked with pre. Do you have-"
Paris tossed him wet wipes. "I had condoms, too, and some other things I was going to use. Fuck, you're the hottest piece of ass, you make me forget my own name."
"It's Paris, sir."
The prince rolled his eyes with a grin. "If I wasn't fond of you I'd groan."
"You did plenty of that."
"Just put your rags back on. I'm not waiting for you till I let James open the door."
Theo looked outside as he struggled into his shoes. "The mall?"
"Been there, huh? Probably not to the businesses I'm taking you, though."
"What? Is this a shopping date?"
"You at least need shoes."
Theo looked down at his feet. "Yeah, the coffee demon dissolved my good ones."
"You had one pair of good shoes?"
Theo gave him an unimpressed look. "Does that offend your moneyed senses?"
The door opened. Their date was starting in earnest.
###
The amount of shirts and pants and accessories Paris had thrown his way would never fit into his little apartment above the Smiling Panda, but Theo didn't want to mention that for fear of having a whole set of furniture donated next. He wasn't even sure where to store the four pairs of shoes. The prince even sponsored him art supplies Theo wouldn't have dreamed of saving up for.
His biggest worry had been that Paris would clothe him into extravagant designer stuff to match the Stygian, but it seemed Theo's date liked him in mid-range street wear.
Aside from the higher quality, this stuff also got tailored to his frame. The driver James picked it up for them while they kept shopping.
By lunchtime Theo wore fitting black pants and a denim jacket over a white top. Paris had insisted on a wood-bead wristband and-
"A choker," Paris said. "You'd look so cute. So breedable."
"I dunno. That's a little much. I'm not sure it matches."
"A choker always matches. It ties the outfit together."
"Then where's yours?"
"I'm not a slutty bottom."
Theo huffed. "Not sure I want bottom written all over me."
"You had no trouble holding my hand."
"That's not... I'm fine with people seeing I'm dating a guy but-"
"But you want to keep them guessing who sits on whose dick? Bitch please, I'm clearly the top."
"Why is that so clear?" Theo looked away, losing a starring contest with a silhouette in a brass frame. The Watcher continued to show up.
"Yup. I lead, you follow."
"Clichés."
"Come on. I love a slut in a collar. I'm being generous by making it a choker and nothing else."
"Fine. This one?"
Theo pointed at a simple, black felt one. Paris' hand wandered to a silver one, studded with gems.
"No," Theo said. "You're kidding. Right?"
"Let's get both them. Put on the black one."
"Now?"
"Yes, were about to have fancy lunch. And change the denim jacket to something fancier. Something that says slutty bottom."
"You just got horny again, didn't you?"
"Immensely. Your ass looks too good in those pants."
###
They fucked in the car again. It was both more desperate and more intimate as the initial nervousness had given way to mutual trust along the satisfaction of cravings.
The tinted windows stayed closed, but the Watcher looked on as a pair of eyes glinting on reflective surfaces where the sun's rays didn't land.
Theo enjoyed an eight course meal on a rooftop at Elmwood Square, feeling self-conscious in the fluffy pink sweater Paris had talked him into "to contrast the choker".
Then it was time for a trip to the Onyx and its facilities. Theo had never been in the public section of the Onyx, neither the cinema, nor the arcade. Paris had apparently reserved the swimming pool in the basement just for them so they could take a dip in the nude but they both felt more like napping and retreated to the prince's apartment.
Theo was woken up by a dick sliding into his hole, which his body accepted even before he consciously registered what was happening.
Paris cried out and collapsed as he was hit by Theo's max power.
The shaman dampened the flow. Paris pushed himself up, his evening-sunlit face hovering above the bottom's. "You're addictive, you know?"
"Starting to realize that, sir. Got a magic hole."
"No. You! You are addictive. I wanted you before I knew you were a sex wizard."
Theo couldn't suppress a shy giggle and punished his top with a few spikes of level three.
Paris extracted himself from the blond's ass with a grimace of exertion. "Fuck. Hold still."
Theo waited as the black man took the choker off his neck, got a pink collar from the closet – leather with fluffy fur inset and D-rings – and put it around Theo's neck.
"It fits perfectly," Theo said. "Did you measure my neck?"
"I'm good at that," the prince said with a nod.
The collar put Theo in the mood to serve. He'd had a ruined orgasm in the car, jizzing half-handsfree, and stayed partly horny since.
"If I set a timer," Paris said, "for an hour, can you finish us up in time for dinner?"
"I think so. Yeah."
The prince typed into his phone then tossed it onto the chaise lounge next to his bed. "Okay, slut. Give me everything."
Theo raised his legs, placed his hands on Paris' shoulders and sent him a shot of max power. The Stygian struggled to get his erection inside Theo's hole, whimpering.
He felt in charge for as long as it took Paris to pin him to the mattress.
###
Ten minutes of cuddling nearly saw Theo drift to sleep but Paris pulled the cover away.
"Hungry, babe?"
Theo's tongue felt heavy. "Hm, I could eat. Room service?"
"No, I'm taking you somewhere fancy."
"Ugh, do we have to?" Theo sat up. "I'm already impressed beyond words. We can take it easy now."
Paris, still naked and gorgeous as the setting sun glowed red-pink on his dark body, smiled sheepishly. "I just want to show you more. About who I am and who we could be."
"I'm... I'm a little groggy. You fuck like a beast but-"
"Why thank you."
"-but I can't... live like this. I can make it through one day of fancy meals without dying of guilt but I can't keep going like that. I don't want to be a princess. Can we make this more casual?"
Paris put his hands on his hips. "Actually, you'd be a prince-consort. Basically a royal slut, which works much better for you anyway."
"But-"
"Okay, sure. I hear you. I'll tone it down, but I already arranged this thing and it's important to me to show you. Please?"
"Ugh," Theo made, dramatically. "Fine. What do you want me to wear?"
"Now that's a question I didn't dare to hope for."
###
Paris wouldn't tell him where they were going but it was quite a drive. And James hadn't pulled up in the black limousine again, but an unassuming blue middleclass car that didn't look so well maintained.
The Stygian prince wore a black and white striped shirt, mostly open, and beige pants – looking his least expensive yet.
He'd put Theo into white shorts and a soft pink shirt with a neckline so low it exposed his nipples if he leaned forward. The shaman had agreed to a golden metal choker after being assured there wouldn't be other people.
James stopped in the driveway of a boarded up house in a neighborhood that made Theo's old habitat look like a gated community.
"This... isn't what I expected."
Paris grinned wide. "Once a drug den, now a Bellerose property." He grabbed a large trolley from the trunk and pulled it past the side of the house. "This way, babe."
"The basement? Are you getting rid of me?"
"It's where you'll get your surprise."
"That's not a no."
"Help me bring this down the stairs?"
Theo felt queasy carrying a suitcase into a dusty, nearly lightless basement. There were some hard to see things in a circle.
Paris pulled something from his pocket and tossed it into the circle, then turned on the light of his phone, shining it onto a gold vase covered in black sharpie Atlas Glyphs.
"Been a while since I've done any kind of shamanism."
A spectral woman rose from the vase. She looked haggard, weighed down by pounds of jewelry.
"Fae of excess," Paris explained. "Drugs, money, video games. Whatever there's too much of in your life, she could be called through it."
Theo hummed. "That explained why we're here, a tiny bit. But also, why do we want her around for dinner?"
"Few Outsiders can get us where we're going."
"You wish to enter White Hall?" she said, sounding as if talking through a metal pipe.
Paris pulled a small disk from his breast pocket. "One coin of pure gold for you. Open the gate."
The Fae caught the tossed coin and bowed out. A naked brick wall moved aside like a secret door without a sound.
Theo was blinded by sunset colors.
Paris pushed him along with one hand, pulling the trolley with the other.
They emerged into an alabaster cathedral ruin. Immensely high, thin, fluted columns ran into the orange-yellow-blue-purple sky. The omnipresent clouds' edges shone with golden light as if each one was backlit by its own little sun. The cathedral ruin seemed to stretch on in every direction into the distance where towering formations like Chinese limestone mountains ringed the area.
Theo stepped up to a balcony, mouth open. The `ruins' were laid out with artistry and purpose, everything broken just right, encircling a valley where calm water reflected the gold sky.
It was an untethered demiplane, ancient, huge and varied, reachable from anywhere on earth if the circumstances were right.
"Holy shit?" he whispered.
Paris popped the suitcase open. "Welcome to White Hall. Entry isn't easy so I was only here once. But I always knew I'd take my... take a boy here if I liked him."
The picnic trolley held just about everything. Theo helped lay it all out or they'd never have gotten around to eating. While he still spread fruit plates, pastry baskets and treats on the blanket, Paris put down two pillows and set up the drinks.
"I know you said you had enough fanciness," the prince said with a slightly apologetic tone, "but I had already packed this bottle of champagne. I assume the label doesn't tell you anything? Not trying to be patronizing. Although... you're a little bit into that, aren't you, babe?"
"Don't get horny before I had a single bite, please."
They chuckled and Paris kept struggled with the bottle.
"Do you need help?" Theo asked.
"No. There's... I've seen Caius do this. There's a trick to it. I just-"
The cap opened and the bottle slipped from his grip. It clanked onto the gold-tinted marble floor without breaking but burst an arch of liquid all over Paris' pants. The cap landed among the strawberries.
He grabbed at the spilling bottle and slipped on the wet glass, barely managing to right the bottle as he splashed yet more champagne on his attire.
"Wow," the prince aggressively whispered.
Theo managed to keep his laughter quiet but rolled off his pillow.
Paris mumbled and slipped his pants off. "Mind if I do this in my undies?"
"Sure," Theo said. "You have nice legs. Really nice legs. I could take off mine to keep things fair?"
"Don't get horny before you had a single bite," Paris said, mock-disappointed.
"Feed me then."
"Babe, that's a dangerous thing to say."
"Is it? Your shirt's a little wet, too, by the way. Do we make this a naked dinner? Who's gonna see us?"
"Finally found your confidence, huh?" Paris' underwear tented fast. He made no effort to hide the erection. "I like it."
"Is that a yes?"
"Leave the collar on, slut."
"Yes sir."