Sex God Saga Ch. 36 - Sex Stories

Sex God Saga Ch. 36

... calmly walking toward the shapeless Outsiders. "You two have longstanding relations with Nimbus. Return there instead of fighting on this exiled one's side and Eclipsedrawn will grant you more V than he can."

Two of the Outsiders vanished. Fino encircled another.

This left one blurry silhouette and it went for the Stygians. Theo stepped in the way, feeling barely like himself.

The Outsider washed over him, leaving him with painful rashes and hives. If the blond had been much of a fighter he'd been nearly debilitated by how tight his skin got.

He pulsed into the creature.

Immediately, the rashes vanished and the Outsider slipped into his body.

Theo was thrown to the ground, legs held in the air, and got fucked hard enough he froze mid motion from pure *sensation*.

Cain was right behind him with a single leap and put his hands on Theo's shoulders. The counter-possession fought the intruder to a standstill. Cain focused with a frown and Theo felt the Outsider pushed out, clinging to his asshole for as long as possible, stretching him -- punching him from inside.

Theo squeal-moaned pathetically.

Gunshots. The redeemers had found an opening because Xaphan had pushed the Primals back. Fulin was on all fours, twitching and struggling to find a balance with Weidong's possession. Ace was talking to him, his crane dragon wings gone, exhausted. Everest had reestablished her dog body and walked semi-circles of icy ground that Mako slid along to keep the enemy ...

... contained.

Xaphan was drenched in shadow, tendrils from Keith blocking his line of sight toward the crowd. The weird tar was still wobbling in the center of the space but now worked against the nephil just as much, blocking his path straight through.

Backed against the tree line, Xaphan was dripping blood, part of his flesh hanging off him as torn ribbons. He conjured more Outsiders to his side, smaller ones, probably sprites or much less powerful muses. Most got stuck in the arena's wooden walls. Paris and Damien were on the other side of the clearing, drawing impromptu sigils to block and banish the alien invaders.

Paris ran at Theo, ducking low with a paper in hand. He slapped it into Theo's abs -- when had his shirt ripped? -- and the possessor was ripped from his ass like a reverse punch.

Theo whimpered and spasmed, his legs hitting the ground as he failed to regain control over his body. Cain possessed him fully to make him rise before letting go.

Theo stayed wide-legged, shirtless and quivering but not from the cold.

Paris gave him a hard but short kiss.

"The Primals," Theo started.

"Can you?" Paris asked.

"Gotta. Cain, ready?"

The zombie twink jumped onto Theo's back and clung on, at the same time taking control of Theo's legs to keep him steady. "Ready as fuck, champ."

Theo grabbed papers from his master, feeling the V-charge in them, and ran toward the heavily bleeding nephil.

With grasping hands, Theo wobbled into the fray. Mako ...