Sex God Saga Ch. 37 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 37

... omega," Mako said and laughed.

"That's right," Fulin said, "as alpha I say we go again."

"Idea thief," Mako said.

"What idea?" Ace asked. "'Eat, sleep, train, fuck Theo' is all we do. I vote in favor by the way." He brought his melody to a close.

Theo turned around and pointed his ass at the water treading men. "Come and get it."

"Inside," Duke said and lifted the bull statue. "It's getting too chilly for me."

Theo rose. "Last one out of the water has to suck Duke."

He rushed up the stairs while his aquatic pack-mates madly scrambled for the platform.

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The owner's cabin was the most luxurious place Theo had ever slept in outside the Onyx. He sprawled, enjoying the glow of his ass wrapping around a Stygian fist.

Paris wiped trails of tears from his cheeks with his free hand, his face repeatedly struck with near-horror as yet another god-gasm radiated from his arm to his soul.

Theo let him shoot a load onto his own abs and Paris practically ripped his fist out.

The prince with his hair still tied up by a golden clasp was breathing hard, twitching, arms wide. Theo rolled over and cuddled from the side, his fingers gracing the master's pecs.

The vanity's mirror flickered as Incu vacated it, the lip-balm-drawn glyphs smudging in his wake.

The soft sway of the ocean vessel threatened to lull the Mirrorgnost to sleep.

He reached for water and fed it to the top. The mind link told Theo exactly when it was enough.

Their hands ...

... found each other eventually. Paris' neat nails were adorned with firework motives. His toes had stayed gold.

"I..." Paris started. "I had a whole romantic spiel planned out."

"Then I fucked your brains out, huh?"

"You always do. I keep thinking I'll get used to it. 'This time I won't be wax in his hands'. Or hole. Whatever."

"Well that makes two of us, sir."

"Do you still want a job?"

"That... Uh, yes? That's a real non-sequitur."

Paris uncoordinatedly pointed at his head. "Brain is sex mush. But I've been thinking and talking to Leylani. I want as little nepotism in my business as possible but I think you'd make a good graphic designer. Been a while since the Onyx updated their email headers."

"Email headers?" Theo began to sit up with a chuckle.

"The fuck do I know about graphic design? Okay, you know what. I need to resuscitate the romantic mood. Let's head up."

Theo slipped into his pink thong and an open, white button shirt, the glistening collar around his throat wobbling with a satiated wisp. Paris had a gold patterned silk shirt he didn't close either, matched with boxer briefs.

Noises from the guest cabins made Paris stop. "Are your fellow lap dogs fucking without you?"

Theo attuned to his pack members through the wall. "Ninety percent sure they're arm wrestling."

Paris chuckled with a headshake.

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On the main deck, Keith helped Duke set the indoor dining table. Cain and Sacred were still battling it out.

Cain ...