Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 26

### Unholy Matrimony

TUESDAY:

Their unassuming black car parked across from a shabby diner near the highway when the sun hadn't quite crept over the horizon yet.

Keith was gently drumming on the steering wheel. "It's going to make their parents go even insaner, but if there ever was a way to get those loons to chat normally, someone would have figured it out."

"Is that manageable?" Theo asked.

Keith hummed. "If the kids play ball we can make the parents think they've been abducted to empty wilderness. Send some Outsiders ahead to act all demonic so they take the bait."

"Seems kinda cruel," Theo said.

"It's how we manage America's most murderous Redeemers. This is a huge win, by the way. And we might need the clout if some small-o outsider gets too curious about Cain."

"Right," Theo said. "Oh, there they are."

Sacred in his aged leather jacket, with his cousins Eucharist and Liturgy looking like wall flowers who wouldn't harm a fly.

Theo, Keith and Damien got out of the car.

"No immediate betrayals," the Stygian crown prince said. "No secret scheming that I can see. They're scared but hopeful."

Keith waved and the trios met at the edge of the tiny parking lot.

"Hey," Sacred said, nodding casually. "We're good to go, if..."

"To be transparent," Keith said, "I'll use magic to keep you all from lying for a minute. Okay? We need to be sure this isn't a trap to let you see our headquarters."

Eucharist chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, ask whatever. Not like I'm already having an emotional breakdown every five minutes anyway."

Sacred put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Can we get moving first? Genesis is scouting the area."

### ### ###

Liturgy had tears of joy in her eyes, giving gentle, hesitant head pats to the alabaster uni-deer Ascelin under the Ivory Haven's lilac tree. Kenya's daughter Paisley held her other hand.

Alessandra was present, to represent the strike force while Redeemers Godrick and Dawn recovered. Zara Ellis -- Omen of Antecedents and licensed therapist -- stood by, too.

Akantha, the muse of psychology, was present as a roaming vessel of an older woman in a simple yellow robe and Eucharist kept staring open mouthed. His first friendly Outsider contact.

Sacred looked between Keith, Damien and Theo. "Uh, thank you?" He half-shrugged. "Not sure what else to say. Trying really hard not to say 'by Jesus' or cross myself or something. Feels a bit empty. Is 'bless you' okay?"

Theo laughed. "If I sneeze, I'll accept it. We'll be busy today, but seems like so will you. We'll stay in contact from the moment you get a new number."

"Soon as I can. Hope to fight *along* with you again sometime."

Keith gave the man finger guns. "Same here. See you around. Now go get deprogrammed." He started pulling Theo away. "I gotta go before the sun's too bright or Mel is in trouble. She's barely coherent. See you at the wedding."

### ### ###

The décor in the pavilion at Pavilion Glade was subtle by the standards of Bellerose money. White roses, garlands, lanterns and candles.

Ingrum the muse stood at a table, next to the 300 year old 'grandmother' Mila whose familiar resided in a brazier, her dress as orange as the flame.

Seated on cushioned benches in the eternal sundown lighting were Bianca and Caius and crimson and cyan respectively, Leylani in a formfitting dress and Damien in a casual, gray suit.

On the other side were Fulin in a black stringer and short gym shorts and Mako in a sky blue sleeveless hoodie taking care of music along with Jun in sweatpants and a tank top who took care of the catered food -- together representing the city's Primals.

They were joined by Cain who had nowhere else to be, Keith and Mira to represent the shamans and Mo in a black jacket with the collar overloaded with feathers to represent the remaining Stygians.

Theo's heart was beating out of his chest as he stood in a pentagram of candles and white flower petals.

He gripped the hands of his soon to be master.

"Feeling a little underdressed."

Paris had put on more gold than ever, his suit jacket sequin gold, matching the eye liner and lips. He gave a long once-over to Theo in a tie-less white suit. "Honey, babe, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Theo was too excited -- too happy -- to speak even a thank you, just suppressing a squeal.

"Are we good to begin this rush-job?" Mila asked. She wasn't happy about the ceremony occurring at all but wouldn't have trusted anyone else to officiate.

Universal nodding.

The old Stygian raised her arms. "By ancient Stygian oath, we call upon Athan to create a Bond of Favors in accordance with the first laws of our lineages."

The atmosphere changed. Ambient sundown red became redder, more intense and richer in shades.

Athan was a storm -- a thing impossible to bind, acting as god of bindings. The eye of the storm appeared overhead, not just clouds following it but the sky itself twisted along the swirl. The pavilion remained in the silent center.

Ingrum flinched. "Something is not as it should be. An obstacle, not insurmountable, yet heavy in symbolism." She raised a finger. "Theo... Your nature is obstructed."

"Let me guess," Theo said, dizzy with a racing heart. "I'm supposed to be naked?"

He let go of Paris and stripped. There was a little bit of murmuring, Fulin whooped and got multiple slaps and elbow pokes.

Theo stepped out of his jockstrap last, his tiny cage all that was left on him. The clothes dropped outside the pentagram.

Mila glanced at Ingrum. "Is an equitable bond possible? The white one's half Stygian."

"No," the muse said. "Lacking any semblance of mesmer-power, the relationship can only be unequal. An attempt to have a like-to-like bond would cause distortions later."

"I'm so sorry," Paris said.

Theo forced his body to relax. "We've come this far, boyfriend."

"Then kneel," Mila said.

Theo dropped to both knees, holding the prince's right hand.

"Athan, god of all things tied together," Mila said upward, "we ask you to extend the minds of these men into a Bond of Favors, from Master to slave, from slave to Master."

Paris swallowed hard. "I... I'll save the sappy vows for when or if we get married the human way. Let me just say, I'll be yours as much as you'll be mine. The whole love and honor and respect things, till the end."

Theo met his misty eyed, adoring gaze. "Love you, too, Master Paris."

Damien stepped up to the pentagram without crossing the flickering candles. He took Paris' left hand. "I shall take responsibility for your possessions in case of your incompetence, brother."

Paris cleared his throat. "Theo Travis. I accept you as my property."

"Theo?" Mila said, sounding somewhat soft for the first time.

The blond nodded. "Out of my own free will, I accept this Bond of Favors."

A white band slithered across their right hands, threading them together.

A whole world of knowledge and emotions opened.

Theo got a deeper version of noosphere sight specific to Paris. No longer were his visions only his own thoughts reflected back, but Paris mind as well. Motivations, relationships, impressions and most of all desires.

It was an external experience, not intrusive -- although he knew Paris could have chosen to change that. Theo knew his boyfriend really loved him, really cared about him, and wanted to brutally fuck his face so *so* much.

It was not helping with Theo's horniness.

Of course, Paris knew that now -- able to access Theo's mind with even greater ease. And while the master could quench the flow of knowledge, the slave could not. Theo was an open book to the prince -- and the crown prince, too, if Paris allowed it.

Theo rose, pulled up by his Stygian boyfriend. They pressed against each other into a chaste but lasting kiss, golden sequins rubbing on naked skin.

The audience applauded politely.

"You're safe now," Paris said as the kiss ended. "At least as much as I can make you."

Theo had become impossible to kidnap, as Paris would always know his whereabouts. Theo could no longer be mesmerized either, except of course by Paris who could mesmerize him effortlessly, permanently, if he so chose.

The white band retreated. The storm ceased. The yellow-y sunset colors reestablished.

"Are we done?" Theo asked.

"Yup," Paris said. "Get dressed. Let's have a feast."

Theo chuckled. "I can tell you only really want *one* of those things."

"Hey, don't make me cut you off."

Caius appeared and shook both their hands, then let Theo get dressed. "I wish we'd have had more time to prepare you two. White lies often keep a relationship healthy and it took me and my beloved queen a while to figure out the balance when that was no longer possible."

Paris put his hand on the small of Theo's back. "We'll figure it out, too."

### ### ###

They were alone in Paris' apartment -- save for the occasional glance by the Watcher.

Their honeymoon sex started slow and gentle -- relatively. Theo was on his back on the bed. Each hand was cuffed to the corresponding ankle. Paris' hands were around his neck, Paris' dick in his ass.

Granting 'level one' pleasure, Theo sensed his top's delight. Seeing the prince's drives and motives opened a treasure trove of knowledge for the noosphere to throw at him but making sense of Paris' vague ideas of the world was tricky. Especially while Theo was horny out of his mind.

"M-master..."

"Yes boyfriend?" Paris chuckled. "Or do I call you husband now?"

"Call me slut."

"Can do. I know how much you want to be my slave. I'm basically in your head, from now till forever. Man, I was kinda hoping you'd get to feel what I feel, but Caius told me it doesn't work like that."

"Yeah," Theo said, too desperately sexed up to sound dejected. "I can tell how massive your pleasure is, but it's external to me. Like, I can tell in the same way I can see it on your face."

The prince grinned. "And what do you see, slut?"

Theo moaned as the thrusts sped up. "You love me."

"Yes I fucking do, slut."

The Stygian leaned in and kissed Theo while wrapping a collar around his neck. Then he pushed the wrist-ankle cuffs beside Theo's head so the bottom's asshole pointed up, with Paris fucking from above. The top didn't connect the cuffs to the collar -- yet.

"I need to cum so bad," Theo said, his breath stuttering. "I'm so happy I get to serve you, Master Paris, but... fuck."

"Anything I can do, babe, I will."

"Mesmerize me."

Paris grinned. "Not what I had planned for tonight, but sure. If it helps. Focus on me, slut. You're my mind slave forever now."

Theo's world became all about pleasing Paris. He was still horny to death but his motivation to jerk off was gone. He existed to serve and he was doing it well. He granted his Master max power and watched the top go crazy.

### ### ###

Incu would have liked their honeymoon to happen at the Smiling Panda apartment but luckily, there were enough hard cocks waiting for the freshly 'married' shaman.

It was a bit crammed with musclemen but Incu's magic kept the candlelit room smelling acceptable.

Fulin and Jun had stripped before Theo had even arrived, sitting on the kitchen chairs, looking glorious.

"So how does that work?" Fulin asked. "Paris knows if you're fucking?"

"Yes, obviously," Theo said. "He knows if I so much as stub my toe. But he can, uh, customize how much he wants to sense. If he wants to focus on work, he can tune it to near zero."

"But you can't," Mako said. He was leaning on the table, in boxers. The music playing was his choice. "You get what he gives?"

"Right," Theo said.

Fulin patted his own, massive dick. "You'll get what *I* give, too. No way out. Wait, can Paris stop it, somehow?"

Theo shrugged. "Not directly but he'd know if I need help. So do we get started?"

Three mumbled cheers came from the mattress. Ace Wang, the lilac-haired Primal, and Ray Johnston, the fluffy haired, black DJ, had been making out in the nude, semi-erect. With them was Cain. The Ghoul's sexuality was vague and subdued but he had no problem with mutual dicksucking.

Theo walked past the three straight hunks and pushed himself between the orgy trio.

"My royal hubby fucked the life out of me," the blond announced, "so just use me as a sex doll, cause I'm out of energy. I'll cap things at second gear, okay?"

Ray pushed himself halfway on top of Theo, fingers at the bottom's hole, and made out with him.

With Theo in lazy mode, little power trickled from tongue to tongue or from asshole into fingers but he could tell Ray was getting some magic pleasure in addition to the fun of a fingering kiss.

While Ace worked his fingers and lips over Theo's torso, Ray pushed his hand in. Deeper, deeper, the whole fist entering Theo. Deeper still.

The bottom's hole accommodated reluctantly, leaving Theo to arch and whimper as his magic lube stayed barely ahead of serious pain. He flopped on the mattress and wiggled under the movement of Ray's hand.

The DJ laughed. "So much for being out of energy."

Fulin practically stomped over. "My dick could have done that."

"Didn't though," Ray said. "See, Tank, having a big dick doesn't count if you also are one. Go back to your hetero corner."

"Let me correct myself," Fulin said. "My dick's *about* to do that. Let me at the faggot."

"Slow down," Ace said, "T-boy gets to pick who's next. Tank? Or a more reasonable dick? Me perhaps?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Theo grinned. "I'm not picking. Fight each other."

By silent agreement, the tops decided to fight *him* instead - tickling, spanking, groping and slapping him with their dicks. He didn't know who was entering his hole unless it was Fulin. He could barely tell who he was sucking. It was a tangle of Ray's smooth black beauty, Cain's lithe and pale frame, and lots and lots of muscle.

### ### ###

WEDNESDAY:

With Paris always able to monitor his state and location, Theo no longer needed constant protection. Still, he always had someone near him.

After work in the Smiling Panda kitchen, it was time for the gym and then Aaron took him straight to the Wild Green private garden.

Orange and brown leaves crinkled under their shoes but the sky was bright blue.

Theo needed to apply what the others had taught him about breath control and keeping the right speed as he jogged through the autumnal chill with nothing but his sneakers on.

This time, he didn't need to worry how horny he got from staring at Ace's perfect physique, Duke's glorious build, Fulin's grotesquely flopping titan and all the rest. His cage wasn't eliciting comments anymore, but glances and smirks all the same.

At the second stage of the jog, the group fell apart into those with muses and those without. Theo stayed back with Ace, Duke, Jun, Mike the slim, shaggy-haired Broodguard-in-training teen, and Mako whose familiar Everest was doing her own thing beside them.

Also with them was Ezra, the reasonably buff Lunar Tempest leader. He kept more of a distance but his less familiar frame made him more enticing to look at.

"Be honest," Ace said to the only white man in the group, "how horny are you?"

Theo tore his eyes off Ezra's ass and sighed through his exhale. "In moments like these it's like being in pain." He added sarcastically, "thanks for the concern."

"Hey, if I could help, I would. Sex does help, right?"

"Don't remind me. With my weird magic I *could* have sex all day. With toys if necessary. And I fear the day when that's my life for the rest of time."

"Hey, you're a trophy husband now, you deserve it."

Jun jogged to Theo's side. He and Mako were the only ones not wearing shoes in the low temperatures. Theo tried not to look at the bodybuilder's semi-hard cock as it swirled with every thigh-quivering step.

"Are you going to stay a chef?" Jun asked.

Theo pressed out a single chuckle between breaths. "I'm more of a kitchen hazard anyway. Actually I talked to your mom, Mako, and I think Cain should take over as her charity case. He actually needs money now and he speaks Mandarin. Perfect synergy."

"Are you rich now?" Mako asked with a grin. "Got daddy Paris' credit card in Stygian black?"

Theo rolled his eyes. "No, but I'll move into the Onyx. Not definitive yet but-"

"Does Tank know?" Ace asked. "He was thinking about you two moving in together, right?"

"Well, I was going to tell him today or so, but I'm literally Paris' magic slave and, uh, maybe don't tell Fulin I said this but I don't want to be a maid-slash-sex-doll when I have a perfectly good actually gay boyfriend."

Ace sighed dramatically. "Well, here's something I wasn't supposed to tell *you*, at least by implication." Ace seemed to realize he was surrounded by other Primals. "Or maybe not right now. Tank treats me as an authority on gays and on you by extension which is annoying but I know what he's thinking before you learn of it."

"Looking forward to that conversation," Theo said, "maybe."

They jogged in silence for a minute, their group slightly dispersing, then Mako jogged close enough to Theo to make their shoulders bump.

"Can we have an honest talk? Man to man?"

Theo frowned. "Uh, sure? If you don't mind the audience?"

"Who would you Join?"

"You m-mean as in The Joining of Souls?"

Mako grunted. "Ha, got it in one. How much do you know about it?"

"It's Primal marriage, right? Like the Bond of Favors but... werewolves."

Ace chuckled next to him. "Way more freeform to the point where I wouldn't be quite as opposed to it as marriage. But now that Mako's asked, I'm also curious. If you had to pick someone to magic marry, out of the Primals..."

Theo swallowed hard. "I feel like a joke answer is my best bet here, cause I can't tell if I'm about to hurt anyone's feelings. But I want to honor your request for an honest conversation."

They entered the moving clearing where the cold didn't affect them as much, sweat evaporating with barely a chilling effect. The other group was getting ready to take off again ahead of them.

The bear cub toddled at them with a six pack of water bottles in its mouth.

Theo drank greedily while Fulin moved over to meet them.

"That's enough stalling," Jun said with a smirk and slapped Theo's empty bottle out of the blond's hand. "Give us your thoughts. And I guarantee there's going to be some open third eyes."

"Uh, can I catch my breath first? I can't really think when I'm this beat."

"Nope," Ace said and laughed. "Third eye says that's not true."

"Fuck. I hate that."

"Third eye says that's a lie and we all know you're a horny sub."

Fulin stepped into their group, his cock and balls offensively big even on his beefcake body. He laughed. "What's this about?"

Ace slapped the shaman's back. "Theo was going to tell us who he'd do the Joining with."

Six Asian men and a sapient Labrador surrounded the twink in chastity.

"Fuck. Okay... It's either Fulin, Ace or Mako. Sorry Jun, but I don't feel like you *want* to be a candidate."

"Shame Tank's here now," Mako said. "Cause he might *actually* freak out no matter if he gets a yes or a no."

Fulin vaguely kicked in the direction of the Japanese man's crotch.

"And you wouldn't?" Theo asked. "Marrying a man doesn't freak you?"

Mako shrugged, eyes averted. "If it's you, I'd do my best to be a good husband. I can't go back to chicks. I don't know how anyone can once they've creamed into your ass."

"Thanks," Theo said. "That actually... a-affects my choice, maybe? I was going to say Ace, just because he's into men, but if I already have Paris as my, well, gay husband, I could afford a straight one."

"Wait," Ace said. "I was so sure you'd pick Tank, I'd have bet money. He's *third* place?"

Tank crossed his arms theatrically, chin high. Theo couldn't tell if it was all acting and looking into the noosphere -- if it worked -- would have felt like cheating.