Sex God Saga Ch. 37 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 37

... jumped up and shoved the controller into Everest's yawning mouth. "Play a round, if you want, m'lady."

The dog held onto the device and made a quizzical sound, head cocked.

Cain looked back at Sacred. "Maybe now you have a shot."

The ghoul rushed toward Theo and came to a halt with a cute hop. His white hair was held up by a bandana with red polka dots. He wore a softly red, hugely oversized sweater that bared one shoulder, a happy cat on the front munching a heart shaped strawberry.

"Hey boyfriend. I've been good. Recharge please?"

Theo smiled so hard it hurt. He dug a hand under the sweater, the other on Cain's cheek and pumped Ambrosia's gift into the boy, gear one, two, three, maximum. Then he pulsed on top of that.

Cain only gave a wink.

"I can't even tell if it happened," Paris said.

"Oh it did happen," Cain said. "All the stuff you guys keep saying. Orgasmo-splosion heaven, god-fuck, beyond comprehension, blabla. I'm just not such a little bitch about it. Hey wait-"

The Ghoul pulled the retreating Theo back into range. "How do you like my outfit?"

"It's cute."

"I'm thinking of joining the color coordination crew."

"What do y- Ah, I get it. Not a bad nickname but cumbersome."

"I *don't* get it," Paris said.

Cain added only a small pointing gesture to his deadpan. "You're gold, your majesty. Ace is black, Keith is white, Sacred's kinda gravitating to gray and olive. Mako is maaaaybe..."

"Neon?" Theo suggested.

"Garish as ...

... fuck," Cain said. "I could be red, blue, yellow, green. The primaries are still underutilized here. Rainbow zombie?"

Paris theatrically facepalmed. "When I gave you a budged to develop your style, I told you not to let the other boyfriends influence you."

"Just asking for opinions."

Theo ruffled the zombie's hair. "No opinion here, just admiration. Aaand I think Cred is losing to a dog."

"The dragon won't land," Sacred yelped with serious distress.

"You gotta use ranged," Cain said and sighed. "One more for the road, champ?"

Theo get him a kiss with a pulse and joined Paris on their way up. Following an impulse by his master, the collared man grabbed a tablet with a Champaign bottle and a few glasses Duke had laid out.

The orange and purple glow of the sun setting across the ocean was reflected by the skyline as a constant gleam, shifting as much as the glint racing along the waves.

The bridge deck held only the captain and his steward. Theo had been surprised the Shining Dark leaders Mo and Victor knew how to pilot a ship but he shouldn't have been. Naturally, they had picked up knowledge across their many lives. Both greeted the yacht owner with a nod.

Victor's fingers hummed with little electric zaps curtesy of a sprite in the man's bracelet. As the white shaman stepped between the tank-top wearing crew, Paris closed in from behind.

Three pairs of hands began caressing Theo as soon as the Champaign was set down.

The blond leaned back into his ...