Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 5

### Run Over By The Tank

SUNDAY:

The Harpersfield Japanese Gardens were easy enough to get to, Theo just wasn't so keen on getting up that early on a vacation Sunday.

But he showed up as promised, in comfy clothes - sweatpants and a dark blue shirt with a few small holes along the side that hopefully nobody saw.

Ikigai Studios was a collection of buildings of traditional Japanese architecture, offering classes on meditation, relaxation, and martial arts.

Theo quickly found building 7 -- Crane Hall.

The Green Dawn circle's 'Wild Mother' Luna Huang didn't have time today, attending an environmental rally. So Theo was welcomed by the Green Dawn 'Paramount', the second in command.

She was a short woman with small eyes, her graying hair in a strict bun. She wore all black sporty clothing.

"Theo, glad you could come."

"Of course, ma'am. You would be Mrs Wang?"

She waved him off. "Don't be so formal. Call me Ai. You met my son, right?"

Fulin's surname was Wang. Now Theo saw a bit of a puppy-face on the woman's politely smiling expression. Cute noses seemed to run in the family.

"I did. You have some similarities."

Ai Wang laughed and led him inside. A handful of people were around, stretching or meditating on the tatami floor. "Well, the appetite he got from his father. Oh, and he's still here."

Tank stood at the bamboo notice board. He wore a tight fitting, dark blue tank top from a gym brand that emphasized the separation between his round shoulders and nearly as round pecs. He wore black shorts this time, letting Theo finally see a bit of the thighs, which were as muscle-bursting as the rest. Perfectly smooth legs that invited worship.

Then the hunk turned to face his mother, buzzcut and subtle nose ring all adding to the cuteness of his round face.

But he had a thin bottle or small soda can or something in his pocket, making it look like he had a crazy huge dick, girthily swinging with every swaggering step, the pants straining to keep the bulge decent.

Theo tore his eyes from Tank's crotch before his fantasy sent blood into his own.

"Hey Theo," Tank said, "I heard you like to draw."

"I do," Theo said, wishing he had something witty to add.

"I'll be keeping the little ones from painting on the walls. Maybe check by once you're all yoga'd out."

"Will do Mister Broodguard."

Tank glanced to the side. "No Mysterium-talk with the Baseliners around, newbie."

"Uh, sorry."

"No harm done. Haven't had a run-in with the Shrouded yet." Tank knocked on bamboo and swaggered off.

Ai introduced Theo to the other present Primals. There was Luhan Ross, called 'Leo' with a fitting lion tattoo along his arm. He was hunky -- not the way Tank was, straight out of a horny fantasy, but regular beefcake -- and the Green Dawn's Bloomdancer, whatever that meant.

Lastly there was Liang Zhou, Broodguard in training. A teen with a baby face and a mop of unruly black hair, wearing excessively baggy clothing on his slim frame.

Ai began the yoga lesson. She'd asked Theo for his pre-existing knowledge and abilities and put him in an ongoing beginner class. The clientele was wealthy suburbanites, mostly white.

He was here to make Primal friends and relax -- but mostly to start building a store of V.

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Theo's notes:

Outsiders feed off V, but only indirectly, 'pre-digested' by a shaman. The ones sucking the V directly out of people are called demons and have to be stopped. ("Outsiders consider direct feeding disgusting for the most part, and it might even be some kind of crime in Ephemera." -Keith)

A shaman can generate V himself but also absorb it from Baseliners in the environment. Then store it in himself, almost indefinitely.

The four types of storable V are:

Vitality aka life force, health. Really hard to get without torturing or killing someone. Or giving birth.

Valance aka 'Soul & Self' which is created through connection to your inner and outer environment, nature, self-discovery, self-assurance, making a home... Tricky to get as a steady supply.

Vigor aka physical exertion.

"Every shaman works out, even if it's just to absorb V from Baseliners at the gym." --Keith

"Not *every* shaman." --Cor

"Every *boy* shaman does." -Keith, getting a shoulder punch.

Vibrancy aka passion, creativity. Partying is a great way to get ambient Vibrancy and the Stygians sustain themselves that way.

Sex may sound like an easy way to get Vigor and Vibrancy, maybe even Valance, but it needs to be long and hard sex, and focused on V collection which makes it less fun.

"I've squeezed some V out of sex. Orgies are supposed to be an okay source." --Keith

"Can we move on?" -Cor

Outsiders don't care where the V came from. They'll eat any and all.

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Yoga wasn't a great source of V, unlike vibrant or vigorous activities. But Ai had chosen it to let Theo focus on himself, collecting a trickle of Valance he produced as he meditated.

Afterward, Leo Ross led an intermediary karate class for kids together with Liang Zhou and Theo sat on the sidelines, absorbing the Vigor coming his way.

It wasn't much but the point was to get any at all. He was a proper shaman now, able to promise and deliver V. It felt like a physical weight, but a comfortable one. Not like a burden, but a blanket or a grip-y ball in his hand or a light pressure on a tense muscle. And it was only there if he focused on it.

Theo took a walk through the Japanese Garden, fairly undisturbed and let Blinky buzz around him.

"There you go," Theo mumbled. "You waited longer than anyone expected but here's your snack."

Blinky landed on his nose and blinked.

"Loyal familiar, huh? I'm not sure about that. I like 'roaming vessel' better. I like that you can leave if you feel like I'm not doing a good job. So I guess I won't call you a familiar. Yet. Maybe. Not that names mean anything to you."

There was a rustle in the greenery between stone formations. Nobody else was on the path.

A sparrow had landed on a mossy stone lantern and it was obviously serving the Watcher.

Theo's heart was suddenly racing. This wasn't a sanctuary and he had gone as far from the buildings as the enclosed garden let him. If he booked it across that red bridge...

A white bunny hopped from the foliage.

"Oh. Haha. I'm going insane, huh? Hello, little hopper? Do you live here, too?"

The bunny opened its skull, unfolding four jaws into rows and rows of teeth. Foam drizzled from the throat.

"Shit!"

Theo ran. The bridge. Then... left?

The bunny of horror bounced like a rubber ball launched from a cannon. The red bridge creaked as the bunny slammed into the railing.

Theo was hit in the back and rolled over grass. The bunny was on him.

The conjurer pushed what little V he had left at the creature, willing it to be opposition. He didn't have a seal ready, he could at best give it a magic shove.

Horrorbunny dissolved into fur and fog under the V hit.

Had he won? The small vessel indicated it was 'merely' a sprite. Maybe he-

The fur-fog seeped into him. He was out of V. He could have kept fighting be tapping his own Vitality, Vibrancy, Vigor or Valance, accepting the physical and mental deterioration that came with it.

It seemed like a bad idea and he didn't even really know how.

Horrorbunny started fucking him, naturally.

Theo arched, still laying in the grass on his back. He was getting anally invaded with the benefit of precious little 'tipsiness' which he now knew to call dazzle, glamour or some older names.

Invisible teeth ripped into his shirt. Right, according to Fino he was supposed to be naked to serve as vessel.

Not willing to let the clothes get torn, Theo tried to pull his pants away. Horrorbunny worked against him, making his arms lock up and spasm. It didn't hurt -- aside from the slight anal burn -- but he was now flopping on the spot with his pants and briefs down his knees.

It wasn't even good sex. Horrorbunny didn't so much fuck him as simply stick its immaterial dick in and rapidly 'stir' like it had no clue how sex was supposed to work.

The shirt hem ripped at the side.

Theo squirmed out of the pants. Maybe if he crawled towards some Baseliners the demon sprite would have to go easy to keep the Veneer up.

Someone arrived down the path, seeing Theo wiggling on the grass. Leo. The hunk turned and ran away with a shouted promise.

It was probably just ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Help arrived.

Tank rushed in, Leo right behind him.

Looking angry in a way more terrifying Theo could have imagined Tank ever looking, the Primal brought his hands to his stomach as if framing his abs with his palms.

"Weidong," Tank said. "Fuck it up."

A spectral wolf rushed from Tank's abs and jumped Theo. It bit into the blond's body and ripped the bunny out. The sprite was now only spectral as well.

While Theo flopped one last time, Weidong tossed the fairly shredded bunny at Fulin who yelled "Yin" and punched the demon with his right hand -- the one with the Yin tattoo. The bunny flew up. "Yang." A right punch and the creature flew into a tree.

Leo was ready with a jar. "I've got it from here. You are defeated, demon. I bid you sealed."

Theo scrambled to pull his pants up. At least they were intact. He rose to see the shirt had ripped from the bottom to the armpit.

The demon's dazzle was just fading when Tank pulled him into a hug - crotches not touching.

Being enveloped in more quality muscle than Theo had ever felt before, smelling the light hint of musk mixed with bodyspray, having that cute face rest at his neck...

Theo had to hold back from sniffing the scent. He hugged back when Tank was already starting to let go.

"Thanks," Theo said, his voice much weaker than he'd have liked.

"It's my job," Tank said. "Or my calling. And my Venture with Weidong. I protect."

"I... I bet you're fantastic at it."

Tank beamed. "Are you okay?"

Theo patted himself down. "P-pretty sure. It was just... like the other demons."

"They really rape you?"

"I... yeah."

"Is it because of what Paris said? You think they can sense how good it feels?"

"I'm- You talked to Pa- *He* talked about that?"

Tank shrugged with a chuckle. "We need to know what's happening. He seemed like he really wanted to talk about it. Not sure if he's weighed down by guilt or wanted to brag."

Tank pulled his phone out and scrolled. "We're a small community, so gossip happens. I wouldn't worry too much. Leo, can you handle it?"

The older Asian gave a thumbs up while he pocketed the jar. "Get the poor kid a new shirt. One with sleeves."

Tank chuckled. "If I have any, sure. Come on, Theo. Ah, there it is. Happened yesterday, right?"

Theo looked at the phone and saw himself, filmed slightly from behind, naked at Pinerise Manor, pushing his ass out and shoving three fingers in. From the angle the cameraman had to be Keith.

"I..."

Tank chuckled and it sounded warm and sweet, despite the humiliation. "Even Fino can't resist you, huh?"

"Guess not, haha."

Tank put the phone back into his pocket. The bottle or whatever it was still suggested a stupidly large cock. If the hunk hadn't worn sweatpants at their first meeting, Theo would have earnestly thought the Asian muscleman was equipped with a monster.

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The Wang residence was a smaller suburban home, furnished simply, with hints of their Chinese heritage and a normal amount of mess aside from half the living room which was a dedicated kid's corner, littered with toys.

Tank's room was almost aggressively plain. Hardly an obvious conversation piece in sight.

But Theo was focused on making the appropriate amount of eye contact. He couldn't help but let his gaze wander along Tank's body whenever the young Primal wasn't looking his way, but getting caught would have been too embarrassing.

Blinky landed on one of a few highschool sports trophies.

"How about this?" Tank asked and held up a blue flannel shirt.

"Perfect," Theo said. He grabbed for the item but Tank evaded.

"So how good is it?"

"Is... what?"

Tank crossed his arms, which was distracting and not fair at all. "The sex. Paris said even the cocksucking was mindblowing from the first second. And I think he was restraining himself when he babbled. Also, was the first time I heard him *babble*."

"You're friends with Paris?"

"Not really. Our families keep contact and he's the Bellerose 'contact' guy." Tank tossed the flannel aside and took a step closer. "And don't change the subject."

"I don't know. I can't... do it myself."

Tank chuckled. "I guess... Look, I've not had a girlfriend in almost a year and not seen a pussy in half as long and I'm going mad. I know you gays are into muscle more than the chicks are."

Theo's heart was in his throat. He wanted to just give in, but aside from the situation being weird and out of control, he still remembered what had happened with the Stygian prince.

"I can't... It's too dangerous. Caius Bellerose and the Hierarch both think it'd b-be a disaster. And you're straight, right?"

"Damn sure. Last time I was wondering about dudes I just got into bodybuilding about it." Tank uncrossed his arms, which did nothing to make him less attractive. He let his pecs bounce under the tight tank top. "Hey, you got saved when you sent Paris to gay heaven. If we set up a rescue?"

Yes yes yes yes. "I suppose..."

Tank's yin-yang tattooed hands gripped his shirt hem and pulled up. He wasn't 'influencer shredded' but his abs had been visible through the shirt. Now that they were naked, they called for worship. There was a thin treasure trail starting under the navel and leading into the shorts.

Pulling the shirt off all the way, Tank revealed the nipples Theo had found tantalizing during their first meeting. The torso was truly spectacular.

Theo swallowed hard and obvious -- he really needed to learn to suppress that.

Tank stepped closer. "I'll set up a safety net, you suck my cock. If it turns out I just can't get into a dude on my joystick, we stop. No strings, no hard feelings, no telling anyone."

The Asian stepped closer, looking up. He flexed his arms into a double biceps pose. "You. Want. This."

"Fuck!" Theo said, louder than intended. Saying anything else would have at best provoked Tank to open his third eye. "What's the safety?"

Tank pulled out his phone. "I'm texting Leo to check in on us if he doesn't hear from you soon, okay? Plus, my mom is coming home later and obviously I'd rather not she catch me banging a guy. Or anyone."

Theo felt like he needed more eyes to see all the gorgeousness before him. He didn't want to move further for fear of having it end when Tank turned out too straight to handle a gay blowjob.

"W-why do you still live at home anyway?"

"I don't," Tank said. "This is my old room. And don't change the topic. You know what? Maybe with *this*..."

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one go and kicked them aside.

The monster was real.

Theo accidentally released a pathetic whimper at the sight of what hung between the immense -- truly immense -- thighs.

The Primal grinned. "Two cans of coke."

"W-what?"

"That's what I used as comparison for permanent metamorphosis. My hardon is like a stack of two proper cans. If you get it hard you'll see."

The blond shaman dumbly stared at the beast. The treasure trail ended in a slightly wider patch above the root. The dick was cut with a few long veins visible along it.

"But I... I saw you in sweatpants at the mage tower and-"

"I use metamorphosis to shrink it when I'm around the kids. Gotta stay decent. Weidong helps a bit. But I *love* having a titan." The Primal let his hands point at all of him. "This is who I want to be, this is who I am."

He turned around and gave a seconds-long posing routine. His ass matched his thighs in might, round and with a trace of muscle separation.

A text arrived. Tank grinned at his phone before leaving it on his desk. "Leo's going to check on us in twenty. So?"

"Okay."

Theo pulled off his torn shirt while Tank sat down on his bed, dick aimed with one hand. Had it hardened slightly? Theo hoped his blowjob was good enough he'd get to keep going.

Theo got on his knees, dizzied with excitement at being between such incredibly legs. With faked confidence, he placed his trembling hands on the thighs to the sides of him, feeling Tank's body heat.

Tank gave his face a few light slaps and grinned. "Don't look so terrified, cocksucker. You know what you're doing, right?"

"Yes sir."

"Then do what you do best, cocksucker."

Theo took the large dickhead in his mouth. The beast pulsed to life and rapidly hardened.

Tank whimpered, his whole body shaking. He pulled back, pushing the shaman away with one big hand. "Furrrrhggng..." He scooted back on the bed and let go of Theo. "Fuuuuuck. Okay, wow, shit. I came so hard you had me seeing stars and-"

With confusion, Tank looked at his dick which was finally hardening to it 'two sodas' size.

"I didn't cum?"

Theo shrugged. "No. Paris also thought he did. D-do you want to keep going? Uh, Tank?"

Tank shook himself out of thought. "Uh, call me Fulin. You deserve it, cocksucker."

The blond laughed. "Your real name is more intimate that your pet name?"

Fulin scooted forward again and grabbed Theo by the hair. "Don't change the topic, fag. Suck!"

"Yes sir."

Once hard, it was too big a dick to swallow so all Theo could do was lick and kiss. Fulin went wild. He half-rose, grabbed Theo's head in both hands and rub-facefucked as he remained unable to fit into the bottom's mouth.

After a minute of increasingly desperate humping and grunting, Fulin pushed Theo aside and walked circles around the room, his hands on his buzzcut.

"F-fuck. Fuck, that was... Fuck. Let me concentrate."

Theo all but held his breath as the Primal assumed a relaxed 'most muscular' pose with eyes closed. His erection shrank drastically. It remained porn-worthy in size, but was no longer comical. It would still have been the biggest dick Theo had even taken by a small margin but now it *was* technically take-able.

"Ready cocksucker?"

"Y-yes... sir?"

Fulin looked down on himself and rushed Theo. This time the dick fit into Theo's mouth and fought down his throat.

It was unpleasant, even torturous, but there was no escape from Fulin's grip. Why wasn't it getting easier?

Right, he was 'supposed' to be naked.

Theo struggled out of his pants and briefs under the oral assault and felt his throat magically accommodate the shrunken monster.

But that didn't stop Fulin from fucking too deep, too long. Theo's vision blurred, then started to fade. His lungs were aching worse every second. Not this again.

Weidong jumped out of the Primal's abs and tackled his owner.

Fulin stumbled backward, letting Theo collapse into a coughing fit.

"What the fuck!" Fulin shouted in rage. "What fucking *are* you, cocksucker?"

It was nearly impossible to speak. Theo squeezed the words out under pain. "Can we stop?"

"No! Fuck no. Give me your ass."

Theo didn't want to. Or he thought he didn't. His own dick hardened. He wanted it, did he?

"I... yes sir?"

Fulin gave the spectral wolf a chin rub and the archon of protection re-merged into him. "You'll stop me if I go too far."

"Me or Wei-"

"Weidong," Fulin said. "Not a chance in hell *you* can stop me, fag. Hehehe. On the edge."

Theo laid down on the bed, ass at the edge, legs up.

He dearly hoped his involuntary magic trick worked again and he wouldn't get his walls broken.

Fulin towered between the slim legs and slipped into the bottom with eyes wide in shock. It wasn't easy, as usual, but Theo's hole accommodated the length. It felt good enough to turn Theo to wax under Fulin's grip.