Sex God Saga Ch. 36 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 36

... hunt coalesced into the form of a slender humanoid in moss-like clothing with antlers. Garden gnomes, sprite-inhabited, hurried to his side.

But there wouldn't be a fight. The Cult of the Dreamer didn't have a god backing them up at their hideout -- a presence so powerful wouldn't have been able to stay hidden from the Harpersfield shamans.

Willow blossomed. Buds and flower along her overall exploded to life, growing large and bright, shimmering from within. Vines draped themselves around her. She walked along, arms wide, and the frozen front yard greened ahead of her steps.

Ohn, goddess of spring, worked through her champion. The sanctuary muse had no choice but to evade.

Fulin rammed his weight into the front door, his own muse, Weidong, emerging from him as a translucent, lupine overlay. Theo and his pack-mates rushed into the entry hallway.

The hoodie guy stood in their way. The wallpaper contorted, giving him pause. Eyes shaped themselves into the wallpaper's imperfections, a cursory glance could have taken them for a trick of the eye.

"Oh shit," the cultist said, "the Watcher is-"

Fulin kicked him with sneakers that the cold air sprite Xiang inhabited. The gut-kicked man flew backward.

Keith was surrounded by a darkness effect that made his white clothing look dark gray, his face nearly indistinct save for Dash glinting in his earring. Darkness spread along the ceiling as tendrils. "Mel is finding some prepped glyphs. I can cover them. Keep ...

... going."

Theo hurried into the living room. Two men, one woman, and one angel. Xaphan was disguised as a human, ambiguous ethnicity, plain clothes. But his height made him obvious.

The last unaccounted-for cultist stormed from the kitchen, stumbled and punched himself in the face. The Stygians stepped into his way and took turns mesmerizing him. No amount of training was going to help with the double assault.

Theo commanded Flash to carry a post-it for him. The wisp zipped from his collar as a rainbow flare and ripped the paper from Theo's hands.

Xaphan shouted orders.

A few household objects moved, sprites suddenly crammed into them. An ink squirting pen, a mattress cover, a heavy book. Fulin, overlaid with Weidong, dealt out cold kicks and some punches aided by wisps in his yin-yang tattoos. His arm veins bulged with the blood flow of excitement, his thighs *thumped* as he landed stomps. Mako had Everest with him in a similar way, her wilder and larger outline suffusing the short, sleeveless man, whose little ponytail whipped around as he left icy traps for the cultists scrambling closer.

Xaphan defended himself against Flash and the piece of paper. He couldn't know what it was exactly but it was coming for him like an angry hornet. The nephil retreated in a circle. He ripped off his shirt and used it to swat at the brightness wisp.

The room darkened as Keith and his nightly aura stepped underneath the ceiling light.

"Close enough?" Theo shouted.

"Yeah, ...