Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 37

### Honeymoon Mood (A Much Needed Epilogue)

EIGHT WEEKS LATER -- SATURDAY:

Of course the Belleroses owned a yacht. 70 feet of sleek luxury.

The low skyline of Concordia City shimmered far in the distance. Pacific waters churned in gentle green, only sparkling when flecks of light broke through the partial overcast.

A nude muscleman with a buzzcut, a nose ring and a cock the size of two coke cans cannon balled off the yacht's swim platform again, his massive package flopping in flight.

Theo twisted away with large strokes to escape the splash. Not that it mattered much with his hair already dripping from dives. Most of the splash went onto a lean Japanese hunk in gaudy, pink and green trunks, who'd only had his feet in the ocean.

The whole mini-pack borrowed Mako's temperature immunity, swimming easily even on the final day of the year.

"Tank, you fucker," Mako shouted with a light laugh and slipped into the water, clinging onto Fulin.

Ace raised himself onto the swim platform, his back and shoulder muscles dancing with strain as he lifted his v-shape up with one arm, the other already ruffling through his newly teal hair. His black swim thong was as tight as Theo's pink one but of course with more bulge.

"Anyone else?" Ace asked and grabbed a bottle from a bucket. Theo raised a hand and caught it.

The blond unscrewed the bottle, treading water.

"Me too," Fulin said. He shrugged Mako off at last, the smaller gym bunny dropping backward off Fulin's wide frame and diving.

"Fresh out," Ace said and raised the empty bucket, holding the last bottle for himself.

"Share?" Theo suggested.

"Nah." Fulin snapped his fingers with an Outsider blur over the Yin-tattoo and a bell ringing sound wandered across the decks. "Hey butler!"

Duke appeared, wearing a sailor-themed tank top, khaki shorts, pink sunglasses and a grin. He'd accepted the position as yacht attendant if it meant getting in on Theo's orgies for the night.

The Primal who wasn't Soul-Joined put down a tablet of snacks and refreshment and ended with a salute. "Don't drown each other if you can help it."

"Tell that to the big guy," Ace said.

"Hey," Fulin said with genuine upset, "everybody's trying to drown *me*. Middle school all over again. I'm getting the blame just because I'm huge as fuck." He flexed both arms and accepted that this briefly made him dip underwater.

"Break?" Theo asked. "I'm getting a bit chilly anyway. I think Mako's swimming out of range."

"Sorry," Mako's voice came from beside the yacht. "Be right there."

Fulin heaved his massive body onto edge of the swim platform, his thighs spread and his cock pointing forward. He pulled Theo up beside him, held his cock down and pissed a steady stream into the ocean.

"Oh come on," Ace said, "we can at least *pretend* Primals are civilized when we're guests of the high and mighty."

"What?" Fulin asked, half-looking back. "Just preparing. We're fucking, right?"

Theo dropped his thong and hung it on the railing. "If memory serves, Mako has dibs on anal."

They walked up the stairs to the main deck and draped themselves around the seating area. Through the glass door, Theo could see Keith, Sacred and Cain before a big screen playing some party game. Cain was solo fighting the teamed-up duo and handily winning.

Ace slapped Theo's ass while the blond went on all fours on a sofa. "Can I call mouth?"

Fulin sat down the beer bottle he'd emptied. "Do I get proxy-sucked?"

"Sure," Ace said. Ever since they'd figured out how to tap into Theo's power through the Joining and grant godly orgasms to each other, their orgies had been more decentralized.

Duke took up the anal spot he'd been promised for the duration of tonight's trip, doubling up with Mako. Four men turned into greedy tops as Theo's power flowed, sometimes controlled and chatting, sometimes whimpering and moaning, sometimes cry-shouting past the edge of sanity. Hands and tongues and cocks everywhere.

### ### ###

Duke stood on the swim platform, absentmindedly petting Everest.

Ace sat on the stairs up, strumming his guitar in simple melodies.

The other two Soul-Joined Primals were in the water again, naked, holding onto pool noodles with rings of Atlas glyphs drawn in permanent marker. Between them bobbed a wooden basket holding a precariously flickering lantern.

Theo, still close enough to Mako to be immune to the cold, had his legs in the water.

The shaman raised his arms and let a drizzle of V ooze, careful not to feed it straight into the wisp inside his glinting collar. "We call upon Mother Blue, water goddess of the harbor waves, sister in spirit to Markandeya. Arise from deep slumber."

Something immense moved underneath the yacht, dark and smooth and not quite real.

"Guide our friend Incu to this beacon, friendly ocean goddess, please and thank you."

Ace snorted a laugh and played his instrument with more energy.

Something else flittered past the surface -- or on it. A minotaur's body danced like a mirror image on the waves.

"I have been summoned."

"Fuck yeah, welcome back," Theo said. "Are you all healed up?"

"I have recovered enough to resume contact with your world. Mother Blue did well ushering me along."

"Yay," Fulin made and slammed his fist in the water. "Missed you, kinda. We just finished fucking but there's going to be plenty more."

"We prepped a vessel," Theo said and gestured Duke to duck aside. A foot high golden bull statue waited for the orgy muse.

The reflection of Incu fractured along the water, up the yacht's hull, drifted as discoloration along the planks and slipped into the golden bull.

"'nother round?" Mako asked. "As a welcome home gift for the mino-dude?"

"You can already go again?" Ace asked.

Mako shrugged. "We start slow, make out, open the bottom up a little until we get hard."

"The bottom has a name," Theo said.

"Quiet, omega," Mako said and laughed.

"That's right," Fulin said, "as alpha I say we go again."

"Idea thief," Mako said.

"What idea?" Ace asked. "'Eat, sleep, train, fuck Theo' is all we do. I vote in favor by the way." He brought his melody to a close.

Theo turned around and pointed his ass at the water treading men. "Come and get it."

"Inside," Duke said and lifted the bull statue. "It's getting too chilly for me."

Theo rose. "Last one out of the water has to suck Duke."

He rushed up the stairs while his aquatic pack-mates madly scrambled for the platform.

### ### ###

The owner's cabin was the most luxurious place Theo had ever slept in outside the Onyx. He sprawled, enjoying the glow of his ass wrapping around a Stygian fist.

Paris wiped trails of tears from his cheeks with his free hand, his face repeatedly struck with near-horror as yet another god-gasm radiated from his arm to his soul.

Theo let him shoot a load onto his own abs and Paris practically ripped his fist out.

The prince with his hair still tied up by a golden clasp was breathing hard, twitching, arms wide. Theo rolled over and cuddled from the side, his fingers gracing the master's pecs.

The vanity's mirror flickered as Incu vacated it, the lip-balm-drawn glyphs smudging in his wake.

The soft sway of the ocean vessel threatened to lull the Mirrorgnost to sleep.

He reached for water and fed it to the top. The mind link told Theo exactly when it was enough.

Their hands found each other eventually. Paris' neat nails were adorned with firework motives. His toes had stayed gold.

"I..." Paris started. "I had a whole romantic spiel planned out."

"Then I fucked your brains out, huh?"

"You always do. I keep thinking I'll get used to it. 'This time I won't be wax in his hands'. Or hole. Whatever."

"Well that makes two of us, sir."

"Do you still want a job?"

"That... Uh, yes? That's a real non-sequitur."

Paris uncoordinatedly pointed at his head. "Brain is sex mush. But I've been thinking and talking to Leylani. I want as little nepotism in my business as possible but I think you'd make a good graphic designer. Been a while since the Onyx updated their email headers."

"Email headers?" Theo began to sit up with a chuckle.

"The fuck do I know about graphic design? Okay, you know what. I need to resuscitate the romantic mood. Let's head up."

Theo slipped into his pink thong and an open, white button shirt, the glistening collar around his throat wobbling with a satiated wisp. Paris had a gold patterned silk shirt he didn't close either, matched with boxer briefs.

Noises from the guest cabins made Paris stop. "Are your fellow lap dogs fucking without you?"

Theo attuned to his pack members through the wall. "Ninety percent sure they're arm wrestling."

Paris chuckled with a headshake.

### ### ###

On the main deck, Keith helped Duke set the indoor dining table. Cain and Sacred were still battling it out.

Cain jumped up and shoved the controller into Everest's yawning mouth. "Play a round, if you want, m'lady."

The dog held onto the device and made a quizzical sound, head cocked.

Cain looked back at Sacred. "Maybe now you have a shot."

The ghoul rushed toward Theo and came to a halt with a cute hop. His white hair was held up by a bandana with red polka dots. He wore a softly red, hugely oversized sweater that bared one shoulder, a happy cat on the front munching a heart shaped strawberry.

"Hey boyfriend. I've been good. Recharge please?"

Theo smiled so hard it hurt. He dug a hand under the sweater, the other on Cain's cheek and pumped Ambrosia's gift into the boy, gear one, two, three, maximum. Then he pulsed on top of that.

Cain only gave a wink.

"I can't even tell if it happened," Paris said.

"Oh it did happen," Cain said. "All the stuff you guys keep saying. Orgasmo-splosion heaven, god-fuck, beyond comprehension, blabla. I'm just not such a little bitch about it. Hey wait-"

The Ghoul pulled the retreating Theo back into range. "How do you like my outfit?"

"It's cute."

"I'm thinking of joining the color coordination crew."

"What do y- Ah, I get it. Not a bad nickname but cumbersome."

"I *don't* get it," Paris said.

Cain added only a small pointing gesture to his deadpan. "You're gold, your majesty. Ace is black, Keith is white, Sacred's kinda gravitating to gray and olive. Mako is maaaaybe..."

"Neon?" Theo suggested.

"Garish as fuck," Cain said. "I could be red, blue, yellow, green. The primaries are still underutilized here. Rainbow zombie?"

Paris theatrically facepalmed. "When I gave you a budged to develop your style, I told you not to let the other boyfriends influence you."

"Just asking for opinions."

Theo ruffled the zombie's hair. "No opinion here, just admiration. Aaand I think Cred is losing to a dog."

"The dragon won't land," Sacred yelped with serious distress.

"You gotta use ranged," Cain said and sighed. "One more for the road, champ?"

Theo get him a kiss with a pulse and joined Paris on their way up. Following an impulse by his master, the collared man grabbed a tablet with a Champaign bottle and a few glasses Duke had laid out.

The orange and purple glow of the sun setting across the ocean was reflected by the skyline as a constant gleam, shifting as much as the glint racing along the waves.

The bridge deck held only the captain and his steward. Theo had been surprised the Shining Dark leaders Mo and Victor knew how to pilot a ship but he shouldn't have been. Naturally, they had picked up knowledge across their many lives. Both greeted the yacht owner with a nod.

Victor's fingers hummed with little electric zaps curtesy of a sprite in the man's bracelet. As the white shaman stepped between the tank-top wearing crew, Paris closed in from behind.

Three pairs of hands began caressing Theo as soon as the Champaign was set down.

The blond leaned back into his master. "This your idea of romance?"

"It's a sunset, isn't it, hehe. Captain Mo, pop the bottle, we're having a premature sip."

Victor kissed Theo, pulling him into a slight crouch by the collar, and poked his fingers past the pink thong and into the blond's crack from below. As the cork audibly popped in Mo's hands, Victor rammed his fist in, greedily drinking Theo's whimpers.

Theo stayed in first gear for a gentle make-out with the semi-immortal steward of ships and Stygian clans while Paris pulled his shirt off. Two tongues danced across his neck, an electrified one traveled up his spine with little zaps, and soon three hard cocks waited for their turn.

### ### ###

Ace was strumming again, quietly mumbling the lyrics along.

Sacred and Keith had scribbled a kind of diagram in chalk on the lounge floor. Keith had contributed a well-practiced assortment of rune-like glyphs, Sacred mostly cloud and star motives. It was mismatched and childish but all that mattered for an Atlas glyph was the content.

Sky appeared in a puff of mist that continued to hang in the air.

"Ah, it worked," the angel said. "First time appearing on a moving vessel."

He brushed himself down and his human disguise manifested across his body. The toga remained.

"Happy belated birthday," Sky said, pointing at Cain. "To you and uh, there was someone else, right?"

"Honorsilvered, sir," Keith said. "How is Nimbus doing? I'm asking mostly because I'm expected to report but also, I'm burning with curiosity."

Sky hummed. "We talked about reopening some research projects, in tandem with more contact to earth. Turns out some of the research wasn't as shelved as I thought. People continued looking into their pet projects in a diminished capacity over the decades. We've consolidated our notes and would probably present them in some fashion."

"About?"

"Mostly the seeming decline of demi-humans."

Paris on the chaise lounge chuckled. "So we might fix the Mysterium right up. Maybe if the doggos here have a litter, the pups are going to be even more annoying."

Fulin, on the sofa in nothing but basketball shorts, stretched his leg and poked the prince in the side with his toes. "I'm going to have a dozen kids and make you babysit."

Paris grabbed the alpha's thigh for a loose cuddle. "Spay and neuter your animal-people, they say."

Sky was getting handsy with Theo. "Since this is a boyfriend reunion, could I expect some action? Not right now, but-"

"Right now is good," Theo said. "We're having dinner in an hour, right Duke?"

"Two hours," the tattooed personal trainer said, "unless I don't get to join in. But if I'm slaving away in the kitchen while you magic everybody's brain out, do it out of sight please."

"Two hours then. Can somebody get the guys in the cockpit?"

Keith started in the direction of the stairs. "Isn't that a few too many cocks to make it work?"

"Maybe. I'd like to find out. Incu, can you keep us comfortable?"

### ### ###

The ensuing orgy almost required professional organization. A few things made it work.

Cain was sitting out, officially picking music for them but mostly grinding away on his handheld. His main contribution had been to call them "penguins huddling for warmth".

Theo was on all fours, getting indescribably wrecked by Sky's monstrous cock, balls deep pumping into him. Paris was on his chaise lounge, pseudo-bottoming in boxer briefs. The Stygian tossed and turned, moaning, as he let a fraction of Theo's anal experience slide into his own body through their link. Keeping an overview of the situation and letting Theo sense who was where was what allowed such a complex cluster-fuck.

Mo and Victor alternated in the use of Theo's throat, perfectly fine making out with each other and groping other participants. Fulin was to Theo's left and rubbed skin on skin with him in a half hug. The godly power traveled into the alpha but the Soul-Joining also let him act as a pleasure source for Keith.

The Vietnamese conjurer and the Chinese hunk were tightly cuddling and sort of making out with little lip contact. There was also a lot of cock-licking between them, as Paris amusedly relayed. It went between self-conscious, absentminded and enthusiastic as Theo changed the rhythm of the orgy going through the gears of his power.

On his other side were Mako and Ace, always at least one of them touching Theo tightly. Mako's duty was to keep Duke filled with Theo's power and the two men mostly rubbed off against each other, thighs and cocks grinding. Ace was expertly sucking Sacred who was easily the whiniest of the loud bunch.

Paris was hatching a plan to shuffle the boyfriends around so once Theo made them all cum, they'd shoot their loads mostly onto each other. Master and slave both knew the straight, if Theo-sexual, tops weren't going to like that -- and that punishment for the bottom would be immanent. Neither of them were willing to let that stop them.

### ### ###

Dinner had been astonishingly fancy even for Bellerose standards and the boyfriends had had fun acting like Duke had made all those catered delicacies himself until the crewman-for-a-night had begged Theo to threaten them into stopping.

Keith had pulled Theo down to his cabin for a one on one chat, ending with Theo's face between the tan man's gorgeous thighs, tenderly sucking him off.

The lean prettyboy with the swaying pentagram earring clutched Theo's hair and groaned, his abs flexing hard. Theo glanced up, the magic of the goddess helping him keep a clearer vision than gagging on dick should have allowed. He admired his top's striated chest and the veins running along the biceps as Keith creamed a load with a tremble.

"Ugh," Keith said and dropped onto the bed he'd been assigned to share with Sacred. "There might be such a thing as too much sex." Then he giggled. "Melisandre is giving me a disappointed glare, metaphorically."

Theo stayed on the floor, his head resting on Keith's thigh.

"You know," Keith said, propped up on his elbows, "one of my dreams was always to find a girl, or probably multiple, that'd let me fuck her over and over, as many times as I can get hard, all night. Until I'm five orgasms into dry cumming. My stamina, plus a push from Mel... doable."

"Ever found a girl like that?"

Keith ruffled Theo's hair. "I'll count a load into your guts as, like, ten orgasms, so I think I found one, yes."

Theo huffed a laugh. "Does calling me a girl help you feel more straight?"

"I didn't mean, like..."

"I don't mind. Just don't call Cor a boy. I think she'd mind that more."

"Ha fucking ha."

Keith and Coralline were vaguely dating now. Neither wanted it to be official yet. It would have made Keith the first 'boyfriend' to have a girlfriend and he was already getting teased by the others.

"So you're telling me," Theo said, "you've had enough sex for a night?"

Keith stretched. "Just giving you a break."

"Ah, Master Paris is calling us up."

"Then we better go, champ."

Theo gave the rising man a kiss on the thighs. "Love you."

Keith practically slapped a kiss onto Theo's mouth- "Love you" --and rushed ahead.

### ### ###

Captain Mo had brought the yacht closer to the harbor again for the midnight countdown. Some lone fireworks were going up ahead of time.

Theo was on the sofa in a loose cuddle pile, his unbuttoned shirt and the collar his only clothing. Everybody else wore underwear or swimwear, so they wouldn't miss the beat of midnight with a random slip into a chaotic orgy. Party soundtracks blasted over low conversation.

"Yes, it is possible," Incu said.

"Huh?" Theo said and paid attention as his master sent an impulse. Paris had been speaking to the bull statue.

The Bellerose prince clapped his hands, gold bracelets clanking. "Listen up, valued guests. I need everybody to contribute a tiny shot of V. Dear Incu is going to extend the warmth of the lounge to the outside. Also Duke, Victor, get the bottles ready."