Celeste Pt 06

AN: You are about to start part six of an ongoing story. This story contains gay incest, a cuntboy (a man with a penis and vagina), squirting and dirty talk. If you wish to read it, I hope you enjoy!

"You're all together! Oh good!" Celeste came rushing into his brother Bartholomew's room with a sweet smile. He was wearing dark denim skinny jeans, a tight blue shirt that matched his eyes and a black leather jacket.

His brother Lawrence looked up from his book where he sat on a chest at the foot of Bartholomew's bed. Bartholomew had pulled up his desk chair so he was sitting next to his brother Lawrence and he looked up as well. Connor, Lawrence's human lover, was on the large bed on his belly.

Connor was the first to speak, "Wow! I have never seen you look so-"

"Manly?" Celeste beamed.

"Covered."

The words were said in unison, but they were easy to make out. Bartholomew let out a deep rumbling laugh and Lawrence smirked a bit. Connor immediately blushed in embarrassment seeing Celeste's wide eyes.

"Seriously?" Celeste placed his hands on his hips but he didn't look truly upset.

"No no, don't pout!" Bartholomew was still chuckling a bit, "Connor literally met you with your cock out!"

Celeste took a deep breath with pursed lips but knew they were both right. He rolled his eyes then winked at Connor, seeing his blush and wanting him to know he wasn't mad at him. He turned and made his way over to Bartholomew's desk. Last week his brother had fucked the air out of him over that desk. He smiled at the memory. Right now it had artifacts on it, no doubt retrieved from humans Bartholomew didn't think should have them. The only bit of godly interference the god of war allowed himself. Celeste was shifting through the articles on the desk now.

Connor felt like he should apologize, but before he could Lawrence spoke to him, "When Celeste is dressed this way it means he's about to go to the mortal realm."

"Yes," Celeste validated, but didn't turn around, "I have been awake far too long...I am going to gorge myself on energy then sleep for a proper time," he lifted a string of pearls and turned then. He held them up and asked his brother, "Bartholomew, can I have these?"

"No," Bartholomew's brows wrinkled, "put those down!" He waited until Celeste dropped the pearls before he asked, "Proper rest? You mean 30 days or so?"

"Mmm hmm," Celeste turned back around and continued to dig though his brother's collection, "While I have been keeping up with my duties the succubus in me is very hungry and it's making me weak."

"Understandable," Lawrence said, his head back in his book, "I'm surprised you lasted this long empty."

Distracted Celeste didn't think his answer through, "I got a bump last week," he fingered a small figurine, "helped me hold on longer."

"When did you have time to see the humans for a...bump?" Bartholomew made a face. He didn't like that terminology.

Celeste had finally registered the words he had said so he just hummed and didn't dare turn around. He feared Lawrence would put two and two together. He hoped Bartholomew would drop it.

As it was Lawrence was working out the implication of their words. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes were slightly narrowed as he glared at his brother's back. When Celeste made no move to turn around after a few long moments he knew he was being avoided. Which meant he must be right. He dropped his head and ground out, "Connor," it was not a question, "you drained from Connor." The muscles in his jaw clenched, "Correct."

Connor looked over at his lover and saw how murderous he looked, but what was really shocking it was the expression on Bartholomew's face. The god of war looked worried and if that imposing mountain of a man was scared Connor knew Lawrence's anger must be something to reckon with.

The room darkened a bit and Celeste's heart dropped to his stomach. He took a deep breath, not really wanting to face his brother but he knew he had to try to explain. To get him to settle down. Celeste turned around and his breath stuttered out of him as he saw the look in Lawrence's eyes. He tried to smile, wanting to convey he had no ill intent. He held up his fingers, using his index and thumb to indicate amount, "Minuscule. A trifle really."

"You

stole

Connor's essence?!" Lawrence's voice rose a little and the room started to tremble.

The trinkets on the desk started to rattle against each other and it startled Connor. He scrambled from the bed and dropped to his knees beside Lawrence on the floor, "Hey...hey..." he took his hand in his and squeezed, "I'm alright," he insisted. He saw Bartholomew's hand on his brother's thigh and he was rubbing it, trying to soothe him.

The room became darker still and Celeste rushed over to his brother. He dropped to the ground between Lawrence's legs and touched his knees, "You need to calm down!"

Suddenly Lawrence's arm shot out and he gripped Celeste's neck in a punishing grip. His teeth were barred, and he was seething, "You could have

killed

him!"

Celeste had gasped at the sudden chokehold, but anger washed over him quickly at Lawrence's words, "You are grossly underestimating my self-control!"

Lawrence shook him by his throat once violently and Celeste's hands flew up and grasped the arm. Connor's hand was on Lawrence's thigh and he was whispering, 'calm down' over and over again.

"Stop this!" Celeste hissed out, "It wasn't like that!"

That made Lawrence squeeze his neck harder and his brows furrowed even deeper and now he looked even more menacing. The words sunk in and he whipped his head around and glared at Connor.

His jade eyes started to glow, "You volunteered!?" He bellowed and the volume of his voice made the room quake. The artifacts fell to the floor.

"No! I didn't!" Connor reached out looking panicked. He wanted to soothe his lover, but he wasn't sure how. He had never seen him angry before, "I didn't volunteer!"

"TELL ME THE TRUTH!"

Connor instantly felt pain in his head, and it made him double over. His lips moved of their own volition as air was pushed out of his lungs. He looked up, tears at the corner of his eyes and gasped out, "I did not...volunteer...I found...out...did not...tell him...him...didn't tell him...to stop..." he wheezed and tried to take a breath but couldn't, he felt a flood of panic and reached up and pressed his hands to his chest, "I...can't...breathe..."

Connor's words broke through Lawrence's fog of emotion and he blinked. Abruptly he stopped all his actions, the shaking ceased, the darkness went away, and he released his brother's neck, "Connor!" His eyes were wide, no longer glowing and he looked pained, "Shit! I'm sorry!" He waved his hand and was relieved when he heard Connor take in a deep breath, "I'm so sorry!" He wanted to hug him, but he wasn't sure if Connor even wanted to stay in the room. Distantly he realized Celeste was coughing a bit and Bartholomew had went to the ground and was inspecting his neck, but all his attention was on Connor, "Sweetheart forgive me..."

Connor heard the endearment and his body warmed, pleased. It had been the first time Lawrence had ever done that and he wished he could enjoy it more. He looked up, teary eyes wide in fear, and he was panting a bit. His breath was wispy, light, "What was that..."

"I...uh..." Lawrence still looked pained, ashamed, "it's...uh."

Bartholomew spoke up softly, "The spell that binds you to Lawrence is a servitude curse. Lawrence just hasn't evoked that part of the spell on you."

Lawrence was looking at his lap, "I wanted..." he sighed, "I wanted you to maintain your free will."

Connor nodded then jumped when he felt Celeste's hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Lawrence glanced up through his lashes, fearing the answer.

"Yes, I'm fine," Connor glanced at Celeste, "just felt weird to lose control of my body."

And it had been. Connor was still stunned to experience Lawrence's power. It had frightened him, but ultimately, he wasn't afraid of Lawrence as a person—well god. He noticed that Lawrence was still looking at his lap and it felt so odd to see the normally stoic, yet sweet god looking so unsure. To show he hadn't lost his trust in him, he placed his hand back on his thigh. He felt it tense and he looked up with a soft smile.

Lawrence's brows shot up, surprised he hadn't scared his human away. He gave him a slight nod and slowly reached over and placed his hand over Connor's and was warmed to his core to see his smile widen.

Connor squeezed Lawrence's thigh then looked over at Celeste, "What about you?" He reached out and touched the pale neck of the god of lust, "It's red."

Celeste chuckled, "Well, Lawrence has a firm grip," he smirked at him, "but I'm sure you know that by now," he teased with a wink.

Connor blushed and looked away. Lawrence reached out and stroked Connor's cheek, "You're remarkable," he whispered in awe, he couldn't believe his human was so strong in spirit.

Celeste, Connor and Bartholomew sat on the ground for a while. Bartholomew and Connor on either side of Lawrence, Celeste between his legs. Celeste, noticing the tension had subsided, said softly, "So...I was trying to find you all because," he looked at each of them in turn, "I wanted to say goodnight..."

Connor frowned, he had forgotten, "30 days," he breathed out, saddened.

Bartholomew sighed heavily, "Things have changed since the last time you awoken," he reached up with both hands and held Celeste's face gently, "we haven't taken the time to talk about it, but...30 days without you," he leaned in and whispered against his smooth pale cheek, "I always miss you when you sleep, but this time will be different. Harder. I want a proper goodnight," he closed his eyes and kissed his brother deeply. He took his time, savoring his warmth and taste. He heard Celeste moan and he couldn't help but lick his upper lip.

Lawrence looked down between his legs watching with growing arousal as his brothers made out. Slowly he saw Celeste sigh from the kiss and turn his head to look at him. Celeste placed his hands on Lawrence's thighs and leaned into him.

His lips were still moist when he asked, "Do you want a proper goodnight too?"

Celeste didn't wait for Lawrence to answer, he just leaned in closer until their lips barely touched. He closed his eyes and kissed him with a soft sound of pleasure. He felt Bartholomew pulling his jacket off and suddenly he understood what his brother really meant by proper goodbye. Once his jacket was thrown aside, he wrapped his arms around Lawrence's neck and kissed him harder.

After a time, he pulled away and whispered, "Lovely," before he turned his head and looked down at Connor over his bicep with a smile, "Will you miss me?"

"Of course," Connor breathed. He had never kissed Celeste before and his heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

Celeste smiled as he slid away from his brother and turned towards Connor. Bartholomew tugged at his blue shirt and he lifted his arms so it could be removed from his body. He placed a hand on the back of Connor's neck and touched his lips to his. He kissed him softly, impressed by the human's skill and warmth. His gut began to stir and the succubus in him began to resurface. His arousal spiked and he felt his asshole clench with need as his cock began to harden.

He pulled away with a guttural moan, "OH!" He gasped, his eyes fluttering a bit, "I'm too low...I can't," he huffed, looking worried.

"I don't mind," Connor kissed the corner of his mouth, "take another bump."

Even as Celeste felt his desire swell, he still slid his eyes over to Lawrence.

The god lifted a brow, "I have no possession over Connor's body."

Bartholomew pushed Celeste's black hair aside so he could nuzzle and nibble at his neck. Celeste gave Lawrence a slight nod in thanks. He might not have a say in Connor's autonomy, but he didn't want to upset him again either. Knowing now he was safe to indulge a little he turned his head, his eyes were half lidded and a bit come hither. He breathed deeply as he lifted his hands and cupped Connor's face.

"Open your mouth," Celeste spoke softly and blinked slowly. He watched as the human obeyed, "Wider," he commanded, his expression lascivious.

Connor complied and was shocked into stillness as Celeste leaned in and began to lick his lips. The god went all around achingly slow, letting out deep moans as he did so. Once he had traced it all he pushed the tip of his tongue into the warmth of Connor's wide open mouth. He pulled it back, then in again. Over and over, in a lewd mimic of lovemaking. All the while he pulled a small bit of essence from the human. When he had enough he pulled away with a shiver, still connected by a string of saliva. Celeste moved his hand so he could rub Connor's tongue with his index and middle fingers. It was gentle and sensual and he parted his lips slightly, licking his upper lip as his hazy eyes watched his fingers. He let out a moan and dragged his fingers from the human's mouth.

With a velvety voice he whispered, "I want my cock in there."

Connor blushed and closed his mouth to swallow.

Celeste looked pleased, the little bit of essence curbing his succubus instincts, but not eliminating it. The air was thick with desire, all four men were breathing a bit quicker, each erection noticeable under their clothes. Bartholomew desperately wanted to see Celeste's pale perfect body so he placed his hands on Celeste's hips and pulled him around so his face was back between Lawrence's legs, "Hold on," he waited until Celeste had placed his hands on either side of his brother flat on the chest then said, "gotta get these things off," stood and pulled Celeste's hips up with him. Celeste was now eye level to Lawrence, bent over, hands on chest. Bartholomew started to yank the pants down, "I fucking hate when you dress like this," he grunted as he pulled the pants and underwear off. He stood and tossed them away to lay with the shirt and jacket, "you don't look like my brother."

Celeste looked over his shoulder, "I do believe you have a fetish," he chuckled then swayed his hips. He was the only person nude in the room and he loved how vulnerable it made him feel.

"Probably," Bartholomew answered then kicked at Celeste's ankles, "spread em'," he grinned as he looked down, "ah, you're such a good, pretty boy," he reached down and rubbed the puffy lips that his brother at some time had formed just beneath his cock.

The god of lust sighed in contentment, "I know you all like me this way. I love how you all played with me before," his crystalline blue eyes were looking at Lawrence now, "my clit still tingles...when I think about what you did to me..."

Lawrence bit his lip and reached up, but before he could touch Celeste he heard the god yelp. They both looked down and saw that Connor had begun to pull at one of the god's pink nipples. Celeste looked back up and surged forward and kissed Lawrence hard.

Bartholomew had released his aching erection and was stroking it idly as he looked at his brother's puckered asshole and dripping lips. He reached forward and rubbed the lips, "Look at this slutty hungry pussy," he pushed in a thumb and heard Celeste moan, "fuck it," he grunted. He removed his finger and pressed his cockhead there instead.

"Bartholomew?" Celeste broke the kiss to look over his shoulder.

"You want it," he answered then started to press inside.

"Wait!" Celeste gasped, "I'm not ready!"

Bartholomew chuckled, "This bitch hole is always ready," then he grabbed Celeste's hips and yanked him back—hard. Celeste cried out as he felt his brother bury himself to the hilt in his tight cunt.

Just like before Bartholomew started up a quick pace. Celeste couldn't stop the whimpers and moans and shouts that left his lips. His eyes were wide, staring into Lawrence's jade as he was fucked roughly by one brother in front of his other.

Celeste reached with one hand and rummaged around Lawrence's lap, "Why do you insist on wearing these archaic robes?"

"They are comfortable," Lawrence reached down and easily found the opening and pulled apart the flap.

Celeste groaned at the sight of his brother's thick, fully hard cock. He licked his lips before he wrapped his mouth around it. Lawrence sucked in a breath and watched as Celeste tried his best to suck him off even as his other brother jackhammered into his pussy.

Connor got on his knees and ducking low he began to lick Lawrence's heavy sac. He felt Lawrence jolt and he smiled before he pulled a ball into his mouth and roll his tongue all around.

Lawrence's head fell back and he started to rock his hips up forcing Celeste to take more of his cock. He placed his hand on the back of his neck to hold him down. Celeste would gag now and then and his pussy would clench around Bartholomew. Each time he choked on Lawrence's cock his own dick would twitch.

"Fuck bitch," Bartholomew pulled out abruptly and everyone heard Celeste's suddenly empty hole pour pussy juice onto the hardwood floor loudly, "I need more room and you're the only one naked," he slapped Celeste's ass, "get on the bed."

Celeste was quick to obey, climbing up and over his brother Lawrence. Lawrence watched Celeste's cock bob in front of his face then felt some of the liquid from his brother's dripping sex hit his forehead. Once Celeste was on the bed Lawrence stood and removed his robe. He was bare underneath and he glanced at Connor to see his expression. Connor still gave him a look of awe when he saw his toned muscular body. Lawrence was built like a soccer player, with a strong core, powerful legs and a trim waist. A body that was completely hidden under his robes. He held his hand out and helped his human lover up. He smiled down at him as he started to undress him.

Bartholomew had moved Celeste to the edge of his bed onto his back and had started pounding into him again. He was stroking his brother's dick as he did so, "You wet sloppy whore," he sneered as he snapped his hips so hard it made Celeste squeak, "shameless slut."

Lawrence crawled onto the bed, back against the headboard and he could feel the side of Celeste's head sliding along his thigh. He smiled as he watched Connor get on his belly. Lawrence spread his legs, knowing what his lover wanted. Connor let out a sigh as he settled between the god's thighs and without hesitation began to lap at his dark asshole. Lawrence's eyes rolled and he placed his fingers in Connor's hair and pulled him closer. The warmth of his lover's breath washed over his sensitive opening and his hot tongue made him squirm with delight.

Connor used his hands to pry Lawrence's cheeks apart and he took his time tracing the outside of his lover's rosebud. Connor's arousal grew the more he savored the god and he started to rock his hips, rutting against the sheets. The sounds of Celeste's moans and Bartholomew's grunts were so arousing and soon Lawrence's gasps were added to the sounds of pleasure filling the room. Connor worked the tip of his tongue until he felt Lawrence's hole give a little. He hummed and continued to moisten the opening.

Bartholomew was watching the two lovers, he had never seen that lusty expression on Lawrence's face before. He thought he was stunning like that, slightly flushed, perfectly shaped lips parted, puffing out little gasps of air. Lawrence looked up, through lidded eyes and met his brother's gaze. He visibly shivered when he saw the intensity of Bartholomew's hazel stare

.

Connor speared his tongue again and again and each time Lawrence's hole would widen more and more. He swiped his tongue between the crack of the god's ass before flicking the tip over the twitching opening. He pushed and forced his tongue in deeper, prying the hole open and leaving copious deposits of his saliva within him. He wiggled it inside and tasted his lover. Just like Celeste, Lawrence didn't taste human. His flavor was pleasant and reminded him of apple cinnamon. He pushed his tongue in and out repeatedly, his aim to get the god as wet as possible. Once his lover's ass was leaking and twitching rhythmically around his tongue Connor pulled away slowly and heard Lawrence's needy sounding moan.