A gay story: Sex God Saga Ch. 30 ### Sex God Saga 30
### The Source
TUESDAY:
Ivory Haven’s second floor lounge required minimal furniture shuffling to become a home cinema. Theo got a massive beanbag together with Paris on his left and Fulin on his right who took up as much space as the blond and the black man combined with his legs spread.
Fulin wore shorts, a naked calf pressed against Theo who got to send Paris the joy of this skin contact via the Bond of Favors. It was probably the reason the prince in gold didn’t complain about the alpha squeezing them.
Around Theo were the great heroes of the day, sat on cushioned chairs. Keith in white, Ace in black, Coralline in a lime dress, Mira in sweatpants with her bra straps visible under the baggy shirt’s collar. Sacred was another one of today’s heroes but sat on the ground together with his mentor Godrick.
The second row was filled with senior shamans including both Hierarchs – Greyson White and Brielle Boyd.
Projected onto the wall was Theo, naked obviously, kneeling in a workshop at the Ivory Haven. Under the supervision of unicorn-deer Ascelin, past-Cain practiced going in and out of Theo’s demiplane.
“Ever thought you’d be on the big screen, babe?” Paris asked. “Chronicles of Theo.”
“The pale hole rises,” Fulin said. “Starring, Theo ‘the chaste faggot’ Travis.”
Ace tapped Fulin on the buzzcut from behind. “Keep it down with the slurs in public.”
“Hey I’m officially sorta bi for Theo. Pure alpha masc dom tops are still queer.”
Coralline shushed him. “Prolog’s over. Here comes the inciting incident.”
On screen, Sacred was the first one ‘entering’ Theo with a hand on the naked man’s chest, zipping from existence. Keith followed and since he was the one holding the main camera Theo finally got to see what place he was connected to.
On first glance it was a forest of gold and silver. Shrubs and low trees in the color of precious metals filled the view. Little gems sparkled in place of buds and knots. Past-Keith filmed in a circle. The area was framed by slanted alabaster walls, or perhaps smooth mountains, overgrown with vines and moss of gold. The walls’ strong slant opened up to a cloudless sky but they unmistakably formed a corridor.
By then Coralline, Mira and Ace had entered and started to report measurements. Mira had brought an Outsider, a rubber ball kobold that bounced around the place on its own accord, looking for Mysterium-related things a human would overlook.
Sacred measured the distance between the alabaster walls and marked their entry spot. There was a diagram on the ground, black stone set into ashy white earth, also somewhat overgrown.
Their journey continued as a group to the crystal Cain had reported a few steps beyond the entry diagram, lightly obscured by metallic vegetation.
The irregular gem was placed on a pedestal and inhabited by a wisp.
The ‘movie’ continued as the group fought their way through the plants, trying to cause as little damage as possible, chatter staying low and somewhat nervous.
“Anyone else think it’s not meant to be a ruin?” Godrick asked.
Keith paused. “Good eye. See those pots? I think all the plant life comes from there. It was made as a pristine place and abandoned so the plants took over.”
He resumed and the team made it to the next crystal.
“The crystals are perfectly aligned by the way,” real-life Keith said. “One straight shot to the exit.”
It took much less time until they found the third crystal and by then, the center of the plane was visible. Some murmurs sprung up in the crowd. Paris was frowning, Fulin leaned in with more attention.
A nine foot goddess slept on a simple stone throne, her hands on a fourth wisp-crystal. She was clad in a white gown flowing over her curvy body supplemented by a loose, red tunic. Her skin was tinted gold, her long hair moving as if drifting underwater.
Mira caught the rubber ball kobold and the group stared for a bit as if revering the goddess. Sometimes, the immense woman’s eyes fluttered but she didn’t seem to regain consciousness or notice the intruders.
“Not to spoil too much,” real-life Keith said, “but second journey in we took an expert fey with us and got confirmation that this god-level entity is firmly asleep but still active, likely a fertility god.”
“So she’s what gives Theo power?” Brielle asked.
Keith held up his notes. “The crystals seem to be some kind of indicator for her to pour power in. They are spaced exponentially. Assuming the one she touches is at zero and the next one over at one, then number three is at about distance 6.6 from her and the one by the gate at 20. Approximately the powers of Euler’s number which lines up with Theo’s four ‘gears’ and how they increase exponentially with the, uh, sensation they, uh, inflict.”
Theo checked the noosphere. The men he’d fucked got horny at Keith’s mention of his power, including Keith himself. Theo smiled and watched the gang on-screen slowly wander around the goddess.
Paris leaned in to whisper. “Your name was kind of a clue, Theophilius. Shall we share this knowledge?”
“Don’t you dare,” Theo whispered back. “By the goddess within me, I promise I’d make you regret it.”
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The cinema audience had broken up into loose circles of conversation all around the second floor. Brielle had carried together a tiny brunch buffet.
Hierarch Greyson White sat down with Theo who was still on the beanbag with some of his boyfriends.
“The whole Lunar Tempest thing is difficult to wrap my head around,” the Sunlock said to the Mirrormaven. “And this seems true for the three men in question as well. Callidora has never acted this way but with her gone we can’t question her.”
“Is it possible,” Paris said, “someone put her up to that?”
Greyson’s made a face. “Theo was involved in shattering that rosette window vessel meant for a sleep god, so obviously that cult who built it is upset at us, but with a setback this big it would be strange for them to have the resources to turn a long term sanctuary keeper against us.”
“But they’re the main suspects,” Theo said. “And anyone in our group could also be targeted.”
Fulin put his hands on Theo’s shoulders. “I could go on a whole ramble about how I’m upset no one even told me you almost died and how powerless I felt and how I would have done everything to save you *and* how I will kill everyone who wants to hurt you.”
Paris rolled his eyes, rolling his head along with the motion. “And you *did* go on the ramble.”
The Primal gave the Stygian an angry glance and drew Theo into a rough kiss.
“Excuse me,” Greyson said and left with an amused smile on his lips.
Fulin gripped the blond by the throat as the kiss broke. “I love you. And I will protect you which is how someone manly as fuck says I love you.”
“I know big guy,” Theo said. “I love you. I also wish you could have done something but-”
“Time to get the fuck married then,” Fulin said.
“Uh?”
“Joining of Souls. We’re doing this. No more maybes and shit. I want what you and this fucking immortal millionaire have, but Primal flavored. You’d have been immune to scenting if we’d already been soul-joined. I admit that alone wouldn’t have saved you but it would have been something.”
“So,” Theo said, drawn out to sort his thoughts. “Have you talked it over with Mako and Ace?”
Fulin shrugged. “I will. And if you don’t want *me* you’re joining souls with one of them. Anything to protect your delicious ass.”
“Noble,” Paris said with too much sarcasm to be serious about that sarcasm.
Keith dropped into the chair Greyson had vacated. Cain was stepping up behind him, holding a plate with one of each of the five flavors of muffin from the buffet, a bite missing from each.
“I welcome Tank’s idea,” Keith said, “This way you’re protected from Stygian biker gangs *and* from Primal would-be kidnappers. Too bad we don’t really have a way of stopping the demonic possessions, which has always been the number one issue.”
“Except now we know why they don’t last forever,” Theo said. “Why my possessors get ousted eventually. It’s the goddess pushing when she gets roused.”
“So if there was a way,” Keith said, “to shore up this defense, you’d be set against every major threat. Not sure we can influence the sleeping goddess, though.”
“Can’t you do a Destined Tie?” Cain asked. “Like Styx and Obsidian said. Armand Noir thinks it should work.”
All eyes turned to him, including some nearby senior shamans’, to which the slender Ghoul had no visible reaction.
“You…” Keith started. “You talked to *three* muses here, just now, when you were walking around the gallery. Just by… passing their portraits.”
“Yup.”
“Including Armand Noir, the shadow man, who never speaks without an animal sacrifice. How are you not completely drained?”
“They didn’t ask me to pay V.”
Keith seemed to choke. “They just gave you intel for *free*?”
A circle was forming around them, chatter going quiet.
Cain shrugged. “I’m half Asian, half magic alien. It’s like I’m an intern to them or something. Uh, does anyone want these?”
He handed the plate of muffins directly to Fulin without waiting for an answer and the alpha wolfed them down.
“What is a Destined Tie?” Theo asked. “Before we get totally side-tracked.”
Cain pointed at himself. “An Outsider — and I count as one for this purpose — enters a pact of venture backed by a god. The Outsider gets to possess the conjurer anytime or use him as a puppet from afar *but* the conjurer can never be taken over by another Outsider again.”
“And we didn’t know about that?” Theo said with a glance at Keith that he didn’t mean to be accusatory.
“It’s come up a few times throughout history,” Cain said, “but there aren’t many use cases. I mean, nobody’s gotten serial possessed like you before. Demons only want to fuck you because they get to suck out the goddess’s power.”
“But to me that’s a superpower,” Theo said. “I’d be possession-immune, forever. And all it would mean is that you could use me as a puppet, right?”
“Like a merging?” Keith asked. “Like Kenya and Aura?”
Cain wiggled his head. “No, we’d stay separate people. Not even as close as you and Melisandre. But I could possess Theo anytime. You’d be my bitch forever. I’d be very nice about it.”
Cain flashed the most evil grin his face had ever worn. It took a lot for someone so young and twinky to be menacing but he made it seem effortless.
Greyson was back and tapped Cain on the shoulder. “Young man, could I ask you to talk to a few folks?”
“If you want to use me for labor, I expect compensation,” Cain said.
“Stone cold,” Paris said. “Still a kid and already so jaded.”
Cain leaned down to Theo. “One for the road?”
Theo kissed the lean zombie boy and sent a pulse of power from tongue to tongue, enjoying the mere light shiver this overwhelming sensation caused the man.
“Well fuck,” Cain whispered. “That’s just mean.”
“What is?” Theo whispered back.
“You didn’t make me cream on purpose? Guess you’re just that good. Shouldn’t have free balled.” He walked away, giving Greyson a pat on the arm. “Be right with you mister shaman boss. Just a trip to the bathroom.”
As the circle of onlookers dispersed, Fulin and Paris got less subtle about touching Theo, each placing a hand on his thighs. Keith bit his lower lip, seeming to wrestle with himself.
“I should take a break,” Keith said, “instead of diving head first into this addiction. But there *are* beds upstairs if we want.”
Fulin let his head drop. “We should get Ace and Cred on board since they’re already here. Fairness and shit. Ready to get your hole destroyed, slut?”
“Maybe.”
“Wrong answer.”
“Yes sir.”
“Better.”
“Man,” Keith said. “Never thought I’d get this excited hearing my old barista humiliate himself.”
Theo grinned wide. “Everyone with boyfriend status is welcome to my hole. Just got to seal the deal with a kiss.”
Keith flashed his middle fingers. “You want me too much to leave me out.”
“You’re really not going to kiss me, huh?”
The Asian shaman flicked Theo’s forehead. “Does it count if I spit in your mouth?”
“Yes sir.”
“It does?” Keith said with genuine confusion.
“It does?” Paris echoed and laughed.
“Just this once,” Theo said. “Baby steps.”
They had barely emerged from the lounge and into the corridor overlooking the lilac tree when a swarm of birds descended on them, making the nearby conjurer’s disperse in a hurry. Doves, maybe three dozen of them.
Amidst the flock was a person-shaped being with dark blue skin, covered by a heavy hood of darkness and starry sparkles.
“Uh,” Theo said and tried to step back like all the people around him but the figure in the night-sky hood and its white flock were clearly aiming for him.
Fulin stepped to his side, chewing fast with his cheeks still full of muffin. Paris smacked the alpha on the glutes and loosely hugged Theo’s waist.
“Theo of Agrippa’s Scrolls,” the hooded figure said with a scary, ambiguous voice.
If this guy was dangerous, Ascelin wouldn’t have let them in, right?
Keith shuffled in from the side. He whispered, “The birds are Eyota, Archon of Beginnings. We sent her to check if Nimbus can be reached. The blue guy might be the response. We’d given up on getting any.”
“Here,” Theo said and raised a hand.
The Outsider took a step closer. “Your covenant knows me as Vespers, Fey of the Evening Star. The angels of Nimbus received your pleas but an answer would have been slow to come forth if you’d have received any.”
“Welp,” Keith said. “Fuck us, huh?”
“So why are you here?” Theo asked.
Vespers lightly bowed. “Two days ago, the intrusion into the demiplane you are keyed to… You may understand it as triggering a trip wire.”
“Huh,” Paris said. “So there’s a connected between Theo being, like, quarter-angel and the sex goddess, who we should really name soon before someone else does the honors.”
“You Theo,” Vespers said, “are invited to Nimbus, with urgency.”
“Like, right now?” Theo said. “Just me?”
“The portal will be ready at sunrise as it takes effort to tether the plane. You may bring allies, though no weapons.”
“Gotcha.”
“Details may be given once the portal is ready. That is all.”
“Thanks,” Theo said. “I think. This is concerning but maybe we’ll get answers.”
“Or maybe,” Fulin said, “the angels just want to fuck you.”
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The beds at the Mage Tower’s top floor were meant to give a resting place to those who couldn’t make it home for some reason. They were more like berths, two narrow beds close together but with a small desk between them.
Theo was on the right bed, naked and on all fours, his Stygian master in gold-trimmed underwear had let his dreads down and was doing the honors of fisting Theo into pleasure-madness.
Fulin was naked on the other bed, his legs casually spread, squeezing out Ace, Keith and Sacred in various stages of undress. Only Sacred was offering leg-resistance to the Primal’s landgrab.
Theo was well aware of how uncomfortable Keith looked and it pained him to have his long term crush less than eager.
The blond cleared his throat. “This was the first time Keith is sharing me, guys. Be nice to him.”
Sacred huffed. “Not like I got much quality time with you yet.”
“We could go on a date,” Paris said. “You, me and this white hole. You’re a date virgin, I assume?”
“Assumed correctly,” Sacred said with a sigh. “So are we just here to watch you punch the slut in the hole or…”
“I can go second,” Paris said. “Who takes the hip, who takes the lip?”
“Keith,” Theo said.
Paris slipped his fist out and gasped dramatically. “Playing favorites?”
Theo rose to his knees. “I meant… Keith, can I make you little more comfortable? Come here.”
The Asian pulled off his shirt and ruffled his hair back into position, his earrings glinting. He approached Theo who put a hand on the tan, lean chest.
Theo pulsed and Keith tumbled backward, into Fulin’s lap. He tensed as if electrocuted, then relaxed, drooling. Once his eyes fluttered open again he pushed himself off the confused Primal and jumped Theo. “Ffffuck me.”
Fulin reached over and pulled Keith back, one hand in the shaman’s hair the other around his throat. He shoved Keith into a kneeling position between the beds.
“Skip in line,” Fulin growled, “and you’re going to be my cock sleeve.”
“Hey,” Theo said, “I told you to be nice to Keith. You only get to talk like that to me.”
Ace sunk back and let his hands drop onto his ripped thighs. “Fuck, he *is* playing favorites.”
Paris chuckled. “Who cares? My toy gets to have his own toys.”
Fulin raised a hand. “I vote for making Keith watch us demolish the faggot and give him the last five minutes.”
Keith, who had gotten achingly hard since the pulse, was making puppy dog eyes at Theo.
Paris gave Theo’s ass a hard slap. “Keith, my boy, we can all tell you’re using your Melisandre girl to look cuter.” He slapped the bottom’s other ass cheek. Theo twisted around to make his own puppy dog eyes at his master.
Paris sighed. “Sadly, this bitch *loves* to get manipulated by pretty twunks. Fine, Keith gets the throat. The rest of you three, figure it out.”
Keith jumped onto the bed, the full might of Melisandre making Theo *adore* him. The Bond of Favors would have protected him but Paris was letting it play out. Theo started sucking shaman cock.
He didn’t see how but Ace won the first go at his ass.
Theo drew on the power he now knew came from the sleeping goddess within him — or wherever demiplanes existed cosmologically. He thought a little prayer at her before letting her instinct guide the power to send Keith and Ace into a fuck frenzy. He could tell the Primal Earthdancer was pulling Keith toward him, nibbling his neck or something by the sound of it. It wasn’t a kiss but it was hot enough Theo felt himself cream his tiny metal nub. Keith was his. They were all his. And if the angels wanted to fuck him, too, that was probably just fine.