1. Sex God Saga Ch. 34


    Date: 5/19/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byabra_cadabra 

    ... of sluts, no, of bottoms."

Paris pocked the Ghoul in the ribs. "Tryhard."

Theo looked back and forth between his various boyfriends. "I guess why not. You're not gonna, like, freak out and rip me apart, right?"

Sky laughed, which made him seem way more human. "We angels have reached states of unspeakable pleasure in meditation thousands of times. You simply have my curiosity."

Theo stripped in the middle of the room, down to the collar and of course the cage.

Sky shed all his own clothing with a single motion. Whatever Outsiders he carried, they did the work for him. To Theo's summoning, several clouds of air smudges coalesced around the giant. Or maybe a single, rather nebulous muse.

He was ripped and evenly tan everywhere, except for the slightly darker dick. Uncut and not spectacular while soft.

Theo's boyfriends arranged the scene, with Paris dimming windows, Mako putting on music and Cain bringing the snacks over to the sofa's coffee table.

Theo dropped to his knees.

Sky grabbed his own cock. "Let me adjust the glamour."

The angelic dick throbbed to eight or so inches, thick enough Theo could have just closed his hand around it.

"Oh, fuck," the shaman said. "Do angels all pack like that?"

Sky laughed. "We tend not to care much about sex features so there is no true shape to my might."

"Your *might*, huh?" Paris said. "Someone's confident."

Sky threaded his fingers into Theo's hair and guided the bottom's mouth to his cock while ...
    ... it hardened. Theo held back and stayed at level one but his throat prepared by the will of the goddess.

Sky guided Theo's lips over the head and farther, sinking into the throat. Quickly, Theo's airflow was cut and his gag reflex triggered. Through tears, Theo fought his instincts as the invader went in and in and in.

Halfway down the shaft, Sky made noise, letting out a breath he'd held. He quivered, whimpered, then settled into rhythmic grunts as he worked deeper into Theo -- one inch in, half an inch out.

The bottom ran out of air. Paris stirred. Sky pressed his free hand around Theo's neck. His lungs stopped burning. Paris leaned back.

Theo made it to the base, never stopping to struggle against the eight inches of meat in his throat. Not having to breathe meant there was not one second of relief. Sky facefucked him with only an inch of travel, at least seven always inside the bottom.

Pinched at neck and hair, Theo grabbed onto the giant's thighs as the rhythm sped up. He risked going up a gear.

Holding still, Sky grunt-whined pathetically. He trembled, his grip intensifying. The angel roared and facefucked more rapidly.

Theo, getting his brain shaken, fought against the grip. He battered the man's thighs.

The angel let up. Hands off.

Except, Theo couldn't move. He was *rising* off the ground. Some invisible force spun him onto his back while he hovered kneeling, cock always staying down his throat.

Once on his back, the force held him still, ...
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