Sex God Saga Ch. 37 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 37

... master. "This your idea of romance?"

"It's a sunset, isn't it, hehe. Captain Mo, pop the bottle, we're having a premature sip."

Victor kissed Theo, pulling him into a slight crouch by the collar, and poked his fingers past the pink thong and into the blond's crack from below. As the cork audibly popped in Mo's hands, Victor rammed his fist in, greedily drinking Theo's whimpers.

Theo stayed in first gear for a gentle make-out with the semi-immortal steward of ships and Stygian clans while Paris pulled his shirt off. Two tongues danced across his neck, an electrified one traveled up his spine with little zaps, and soon three hard cocks waited for their turn.

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Ace was strumming again, quietly mumbling the lyrics along.

Sacred and Keith had scribbled a kind of diagram in chalk on the lounge floor. Keith had contributed a well-practiced assortment of rune-like glyphs, Sacred mostly cloud and star motives. It was mismatched and childish but all that mattered for an Atlas glyph was the content.

Sky appeared in a puff of mist that continued to hang in the air.

"Ah, it worked," the angel said. "First time appearing on a moving vessel."

He brushed himself down and his human disguise manifested across his body. The toga remained.

"Happy belated birthday," Sky said, pointing at Cain. "To you and uh, there was someone else, right?"

"Honorsilvered, sir," Keith said. "How is Nimbus doing? I'm asking mostly because I'm expected to report ...

... but also, I'm burning with curiosity."

Sky hummed. "We talked about reopening some research projects, in tandem with more contact to earth. Turns out some of the research wasn't as shelved as I thought. People continued looking into their pet projects in a diminished capacity over the decades. We've consolidated our notes and would probably present them in some fashion."

"About?"

"Mostly the seeming decline of demi-humans."

Paris on the chaise lounge chuckled. "So we might fix the Mysterium right up. Maybe if the doggos here have a litter, the pups are going to be even more annoying."

Fulin, on the sofa in nothing but basketball shorts, stretched his leg and poked the prince in the side with his toes. "I'm going to have a dozen kids and make you babysit."

Paris grabbed the alpha's thigh for a loose cuddle. "Spay and neuter your animal-people, they say."

Sky was getting handsy with Theo. "Since this is a boyfriend reunion, could I expect some action? Not right now, but-"

"Right now is good," Theo said. "We're having dinner in an hour, right Duke?"

"Two hours," the tattooed personal trainer said, "unless I don't get to join in. But if I'm slaving away in the kitchen while you magic everybody's brain out, do it out of sight please."

"Two hours then. Can somebody get the guys in the cockpit?"

Keith started in the direction of the stairs. "Isn't that a few too many cocks to make it work?"

"Maybe. I'd like to find out. Incu, can you keep us ...