Sex God Saga Ch. 37 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 37

### Sex God Saga 37

### Honeymoon Mood (A Much Needed Epilogue)

EIGHT WEEKS LATER -- SATURDAY:

Of course the Belleroses owned a yacht. 70 feet of sleek luxury.

The low skyline of Concordia City shimmered far in the distance. Pacific waters churned in gentle green, only sparkling when flecks of light broke through the partial overcast.

A nude muscleman with a buzzcut, a nose ring and a cock the size of two coke cans cannon balled off the yacht's swim platform again, his massive package flopping in flight.

Theo twisted away with large strokes to escape the splash. Not that it mattered much with his hair already dripping from dives. Most of the splash went onto a lean Japanese hunk in gaudy, pink and green trunks, who'd only had his feet in the ocean.

The whole mini-pack borrowed Mako's temperature immunity, swimming easily even on the final day of the year.

"Tank, you fucker," Mako shouted with a light laugh and slipped into the water, clinging onto Fulin.

Ace raised himself onto the swim platform, his back and shoulder muscles dancing with strain as he lifted his v-shape up with one arm, the other already ruffling through his newly teal hair. His black swim thong was as tight as Theo's pink one but of course with more bulge.

"Anyone else?" Ace asked and grabbed a bottle from a bucket. Theo raised a hand and caught it.

The blond unscrewed the bottle, treading water.

"Me too," Fulin said. He shrugged Mako off at last, the smaller gym bunny ...

... dropping backward off Fulin's wide frame and diving.

"Fresh out," Ace said and raised the empty bucket, holding the last bottle for himself.

"Share?" Theo suggested.

"Nah." Fulin snapped his fingers with an Outsider blur over the Yin-tattoo and a bell ringing sound wandered across the decks. "Hey butler!"

Duke appeared, wearing a sailor-themed tank top, khaki shorts, pink sunglasses and a grin. He'd accepted the position as yacht attendant if it meant getting in on Theo's orgies for the night.

The Primal who wasn't Soul-Joined put down a tablet of snacks and refreshment and ended with a salute. "Don't drown each other if you can help it."

"Tell that to the big guy," Ace said.

"Hey," Fulin said with genuine upset, "everybody's trying to drown *me*. Middle school all over again. I'm getting the blame just because I'm huge as fuck." He flexed both arms and accepted that this briefly made him dip underwater.

"Break?" Theo asked. "I'm getting a bit chilly anyway. I think Mako's swimming out of range."

"Sorry," Mako's voice came from beside the yacht. "Be right there."

Fulin heaved his massive body onto edge of the swim platform, his thighs spread and his cock pointing forward. He pulled Theo up beside him, held his cock down and pissed a steady stream into the ocean.

"Oh come on," Ace said, "we can at least *pretend* Primals are civilized when we're guests of the high and mighty."

"What?" Fulin asked, half-looking back. "Just preparing. We're ...