Sex God Saga Ch. 36 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 36

### Sex God Saga 36

### Climax and Freedom

MONDAY:

Near the middle of the night, much of team delta was assembled on the Onyx's rooftop.

Theo wore slightly oversized street clothes with a beanie and an over the shoulder bag, his glinting leather collar serving as Outsider vessel for the wisp Flash.

Paris and Damien were in open jackets, forming a triangle with Caius around a cardboard box within calk circles of Atlas glyphs, reminiscent of pictograms, chicken scratches and cuneiform respectively.

The three Primals of the mini-pack played spin-the-bottle with a plastic bottle, the selected pairs arm wrestling on a standing table with handicaps for winners.

Keith was making everybody nervous with his anxious pacing. An open, white kimono trailed after his strides. His dangling pentagram earring hit his cheek from a sudden turn.

"Countdown one minute," the he said in his function as Agrippa's convent liaison. "We're good to go. Pinerise is starting us off."

Paris leaned in to his slave. "A bunch of poor Baseliners are going to hate Monday even more." Gold buckles on his leather jacket poked the blond conjurer in the shoulder blades.

As far as the shamans knew, the Cult of the Dreamer had switched victims regularly, so there was no obvious epidemic of sleepiness across Harpersfield, but removing all dream wisps at once was going to jolt awake some of the city's population.

"Here's hoping they don't compare notes too much," Theo said. "Though, ...

... not like you can figure out the Mysterium just cause nobody in your house can sleep."

Paris nuzzled himself into Theo's neck with a single chuckle.

One by one, the 'bombs' went off. Rose Hall, the Refugium, Knox Porter's basement, Kenya Linwood's garden shack, and a few more temporary locations. The wave reached the Onyx.

The Stygians, now with the rejoined Paris, opened the package, which was filled with identical mason jars, something like multicolored sand swirling in each.

The black men gave the final push of V and the wisps followed their pacts the angels had bound them to.

Theo's mediumship let him see the wobbles in the air that leaked from the jars, sand swirling within them, raining down as the wisps left their vessels behind, pulled along the glyphs and escaping.

Wakefulness was sliding down the dark tower, into a mostly slumbering city.

"Ivory Haven reporting in," Keith said. "This deal roused some kind of nightmare fey, not on record. Seems to have gone demon. Team Alpha is dispatched."

"Damn," Damien mumbled. "That's some manpower tied up."

"We're still on track," Ace said and slapped down Fulin's arm, which the Broodguard in a stringer top had flexed at the mention of 'manpower'.

"Since this went off without a hitch," Mako said, "do we get ready to move into position?"

The short Forgedancer with his trusty Labrador by his side had borrowed a low hanging, black shirt from Ace for a more muted appearance.

Keith got a call. "It's ...