A gay story: Sex God Saga Ch. 34 ### Sex God Saga 34
### The Final Boyfriend
SUNDAY:
Theo was out window shopping at Elmwood Square. He wasn’t looking to buy anything, he just enjoyed the solitude. With Paris in the skyscraper overlooking the area, Cain getting tutored right below and a Soul-Joined Primal on standby, Theo had been afforded the luxury of a trip around the block without supervision.
If a murderous nephil showed up right in the middle of a Baseliner crowd, well, hopefully the blond shaman would live to regret his recklessness.
It was one week into November and already some businesses were injecting a sprinkle of Christmas spirit into their shelves. Theo got a chewing rope from the pet store and walked back home.
A *huge* guy stepped right behind him.
“Hello my dear. All alone?”
Theo swirled around so fast he nearly fell. A seven feet tall hunk smiled down on him. Tan, buzz cut, ambiguous ethnicity. His white winter coat had a lot of folds — almost like it was based on a tunic.
“Ho-honorsilvered?”
“That would be me,” the angel said. He looked human, aside from being almost implausibly tall. “I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just getting used to roaming earth again. Stretching my wings, if you will.”
“You’re all glamoured up, huh?”
“Yes,” Honorsilvered said with a slight pose. “Believable, isn’t it? A lot has changed since my last trip and I’m not among those who enjoy keeping up with earth. I hope I don’t sound too archaic.”
“You’re fine. Uh, why though? Why are you here?”
“Ultimately, I want to reestablish contact with the Knowing. Your appearance has shaken some things loose and various research projects have been dusted off.”
“Do you… want to come in?”
“I’d love to.”
They walked into the Onyx, to the apartment elevator and with a fingerprint scan, made their way up.
“Hi everybody,” Theo said as he shed his jacket. “Guess who I ran into.”
“Who?” Mako asked. He was bent over Cain who was bent over math textbooks. Mako had built a computer set up so he could work from Theo’s apartment once or twice a week.
He looked up and jolted at the sight of Honorsilvered, making Cain turn, too.
Everest the Labrador came racing and skittered on the floor, a breeze of cold air hitting Theo in her wake. She bowed to Honorsilvered. “Greetings, old one.”
“Hello… ice muse?”
“This is Everest, bound to Mako who’s our liaison to the Primals while this place becomes waking bomb central. You’ve met Cain.”
Mako stared, then realized he was staring. “Uh, hi mister angel-man.”
Theo turned to the giant. “What do we call you?”
“Honorsilvered.”
“Yeah but, like, in human guise. Out there.”
Honorsilvered shrugged. “We often go by Adam, if we must be addressed by Baseliners. Eve, if female.”
“Little basic,” Cain said. “I’ll grind my nickname skill on you. Angelo? Or maybe if we keep it bible-centric, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael? John, if we need to stick with the basicness level.”
Theo pulled the braided rope from his jacket and held it up to Everest. “Look what I got you. Who’s a good doggo?”
Everest made a pretty good ‘unimpressed’ expression considering she had only dog anatomy to work with. “If you think I will let my dignity slip in the presence of an old one-”
Midnight’s gray shape zoomed past and snatched the rope from Theo’s hand. Everest barked and ran after. She got hold of the rope and dragged the cat along, racing in wide circles.
Two men entered the room from the kitchen.
“Ah, Paris, Keith, this is Honorsilvered in human-ish form with his nickname pending. He’s here for research.”
Keith perked up, his confusion dropping away. “What kind?”
“Restoring old power,” the angel said. “The Stygians are dwindling, Primals are fading with every generation, but this isn’t necessarily a given from what we know. We have access to Outsiders you’ve never even heard of.”
They moved over to the table where Cain made space, collecting his math notes.
“Lucifer?” the Ghoul suggested. “Or we look at other religions. You looked mixed anyway. Let me just look up some, like, African…”
While Cain sank into his phone, Theo sensed that Master Paris wanted to put out drinks and snacks. Theo rose automatically. Paris rose to follow.
“Sir?” Theo asked on the way.
The prince in gold grinned. “I’ll grab the glasses. Can’t let the heavenly daddy think you’re a battered wife.”
They returned with two trays to find Cain rambling again. “Or we go abstract. Cloud. Light. Blue. Uh, Celestrador.”
“Sky?” Theo suggested.
Honorsilvered cocked his head. “I think I like Sky.”
Cain threw his hands up. “Well fuck me then. No, fuck *y’all*. This was going to be my moment.”
Theo kissed the boy on the white-haired head before sitting next to him. “I think you’re very creative and I enjoy hearing your ideas.”
“Okay, fuck you a little less. Metaphorically. But fuck you more anatomically, cause you like that.”
“So, Sky,” Keith said. “As the Onyx’ current liaison to the shamanic orders-”
“Since when?” Cain sat up. “I thought you were my everything-but-math tutor?”
“That, too,” Keith said, annoyed and not looking at the zombie. “But as bridge between here and there, I think me and Sky should put down some notes.”
“Agreed,” Sky, the renamed angel, said. “The future of demihumans, as they’re called in this era, is one major reason I’ve come here.”
“What’s the other?” Mako asked, one hand pulling the rope Everest was fighting for.
“Theo?” Sky said and turned to the blond. “Can I fuck you?”
“Uh…”
Sky didn’t look shy at all, just curious, maybe a little eager. “You *are* the pseudo-champion of a goddess I helped enthrone but I never got to experience… that magic.”
“Pseudo-champion?” Theo asked.
“You can call yourself a proper champion,” Sky said. “The words are ambiguous anyway. Ambrosia didn’t chose you but we did.”
Cain slapped Theo on the back. “Champion of ass fucking. No wait, Champion 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, knees remaining bent, wrists and feet pushed together to form a hovering Theo-packet.
Sky kept fucking him without touch.
“Wh-which one… is that?” the angel asked.
“Second level,” Paris said. “You’re going to smash his face with your hips if he goes higher. Do anal.”
Sky pulled out so fast, it burned Theo’s throat. The bottom spattered and coughed. Sky slapped him to spin his hovering, invisibly tied-up form.
Once Theo’s ass pointed at the angel, giant hands grabbed onto twink thighs and Sky guided himself in. Theo’s inner goddess helped along.
Even through coughing, Theo whimpered at the pleasure.
Sky placed both hands where they had been, hair and neck, and pulled Theo up to bring their faces a bit closer together as he dove in. Third gear made Sky look enraged, shaking Theo’s body with humps as hard and fast as the seeming human could manage.
Paris arched and whined.
Mako laughed. “Your majesty is getting link fucked?”
“You’d love it, too,” Paris said, breathing heavy, “if you could pull this trick.”
“Doubt it. Top only.”
“Blowjob?” Paris asked.
Mako didn’t answer so Theo had no idea what was happening. The giant fucking him was between him and the sofa now.
“Do,” Theo started, his voice trembling as his body was shaken. “Do I go all out?”
“Uuuuuughyes,” Sky said, crying, looking lethally raging, every fiber tense and strained.
“I wasn’t… asking you… I need input fr-”
“Yes!” Sky shouted in his face.
Theo went to max level and the angel froze. With a screeching exhale, he arched, letting go of Theo’s hovering body. The invisible forces holding the bottom stayed in place.
Sky came down on him, arms wrapping around the shaman, pulling him against the ripped giant. Sky fucked into him as if trying to shove more dick into the ass than he had available, fucking like he needed to vanish into Theo’s hole.
Paris moaned.
Theo wanted to give his master as much enjoyment as he could but he wouldn’t be able to take this angel fuck for too long.
“I’m gonna… need to… uhhhh stop this,” Theo said.
“Pain?” Paris asked, even though he’d have been able to tell.
“M-mentally,” Theo said, his face pressed into Sky’s pecs. “It’s so good but so much. Too much.”
“Mako,” Paris said. “Scent the slut.”
Right, his pack-mate could choose to affect him via the Joining without taking over the whole room.
The Primal laughed and an odorless sensation entered Theo’s awareness. He went slack and stupid. It was still too-much, pleasure beyond what he could handle, but now there was no such thing as planning an escape. There was only the present and what happened right in front of him.
Theo let himself get max-level angel wrecked with no sense of time, barely a sense of self. He wasn’t going to make Sky blow a load into him without his master’s orders.
### ### ###
Theo was woken up from a much needed nap by someone tapping him on the nose.
Only when he opened his eyes did it register that the hand tapping him was his own.
Cain, his partial possessor, stood in the bedroom’s door frame, smirking. He made Theo’s hand hover over the blond’s crotch and freed it so it hit Theo in the balls on dropping.
“Slowpoke,” Cain said.
“Asshole. You made it come down faster than reaction time.”
“Get good. Also Keith and Mako are taking me to a movie because I’ve been such a good student. Are you coming?”
“Don’t think so,” Theo said and turned around. He was still naked. Paris was slipping off the bed, stretching.
“How long,” the prince started, finding his phone. “Ah, let’s not mess up our circadian rhythm. And sorry, buddy, can’t join. I have work to do. Sky, what about you?”
The angel was meditating on the bed, where the head pillow had been. He was just as naked as the nappers, in all his glory.
Sky opened his eyes, not otherwise moving. “I’m quite comfortable here. Most forms of entertainment are of little appeal to us.”
“Unlike sex,” Theo said. “Man, if I didn’t have magic ass healing I’d be feeling this for months.”
“Shall we go again?”
“Uh, no,” Theo said hastily. “Not until… tomorrow? Two days.”
“I shall return regularly, if you’ll have me.”
Theo looked at Paris. “New boyfriend? Don’t have one of *those* types yet.”
“Completionist,” Cain said and walked off.
The angel stretched his legs past Theo, leaving the blond’s head between the giant thighs. “I’ll be on my way in a moment.”
Paris slipped into black skinny jeans with gold splatters at the bottom hem. “I can set up accommodations for you. I think, technically that would be the shamans’ job but the Onyx is collecting demihuman liaisons here like we’re some evil super-headquarter.”
“Love that you specify evil,” Theo said.
Paris laughed with a shrug. “It’s a *little* ominous.”
Sky slipped off the bed, spanking Theo’s ass in passing.
Paris leaned down to his slave for a kiss, which turned into a small make-out session.
The prince pulled away. “Have a good rest of your nap but not too much. I need to unload my balls into you tonight more than most nights.”
“Getting angelically proxy-fucked will do that. Love you, master.”
“Love you so very much, too.”