Sex God Saga Ch. 37 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 37

... comfortable?"

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The ensuing orgy almost required professional organization. A few things made it work.

Cain was sitting out, officially picking music for them but mostly grinding away on his handheld. His main contribution had been to call them "penguins huddling for warmth".

Theo was on all fours, getting indescribably wrecked by Sky's monstrous cock, balls deep pumping into him. Paris was on his chaise lounge, pseudo-bottoming in boxer briefs. The Stygian tossed and turned, moaning, as he let a fraction of Theo's anal experience slide into his own body through their link. Keeping an overview of the situation and letting Theo sense who was where was what allowed such a complex cluster-fuck.

Mo and Victor alternated in the use of Theo's throat, perfectly fine making out with each other and groping other participants. Fulin was to Theo's left and rubbed skin on skin with him in a half hug. The godly power traveled into the alpha but the Soul-Joining also let him act as a pleasure source for Keith.

The Vietnamese conjurer and the Chinese hunk were tightly cuddling and sort of making out with little lip contact. There was also a lot of cock-licking between them, as Paris amusedly relayed. It went between self-conscious, absentminded and enthusiastic as Theo changed the rhythm of the orgy going through the gears of his power.

On his other side were Mako and Ace, always at least one of them touching Theo tightly. Mako's duty was to keep Duke filled ...

... with Theo's power and the two men mostly rubbed off against each other, thighs and cocks grinding. Ace was expertly sucking Sacred who was easily the whiniest of the loud bunch.

Paris was hatching a plan to shuffle the boyfriends around so once Theo made them all cum, they'd shoot their loads mostly onto each other. Master and slave both knew the straight, if Theo-sexual, tops weren't going to like that -- and that punishment for the bottom would be immanent. Neither of them were willing to let that stop them.

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Dinner had been astonishingly fancy even for Bellerose standards and the boyfriends had had fun acting like Duke had made all those catered delicacies himself until the crewman-for-a-night had begged Theo to threaten them into stopping.

Keith had pulled Theo down to his cabin for a one on one chat, ending with Theo's face between the tan man's gorgeous thighs, tenderly sucking him off.

The lean prettyboy with the swaying pentagram earring clutched Theo's hair and groaned, his abs flexing hard. Theo glanced up, the magic of the goddess helping him keep a clearer vision than gagging on dick should have allowed. He admired his top's striated chest and the veins running along the biceps as Keith creamed a load with a tremble.

"Ugh," Keith said and dropped onto the bed he'd been assigned to share with Sacred. "There might be such a thing as too much sex." Then he giggled. "Melisandre is giving me a disappointed glare, metaphorically."

Theo ...