Balm Of The Gods Ch 06

Author's Note

Last chapter had a lot of storylines and lore. This one is almost all about Cal and his super-scent shenanigans, so expect a lot of fun, fluff, and sexy indulgence. I do explore a bit of a new 'twist' to the magic soap's power and usage here -- you'll definitely see what -- but I don't currently have plans for it to shake up the story too excessively. I'm experimenting more with writing a bit from the women's perspective in this one, too. Hope that's something that resonates!

Thanks as always for reading -- more of this series (and my current other,

Love and Fortune

) is definitely coming soon!

6. Magic Matchmaking

Shaiden's little sports car was hardly built for three -- especially when one of said three was a six-foot point guard for a women's pro basketball team. But the half-Japanese model seemed determined to make it work, if only so both women could see him off at Mina's condo.

In a way, they had. The passenger seat, empty and rolled up all the way forward, left enough room for Kaiyah to stretch out in the back. Cal filled out the rest of the rear bench, riding behind Shaiden -- a little cramped, yes. But it was hard to complain with Kaiyah bent over his lap, head bobbing on his cock to the soft rhythm of the electro-pop playing on the radio.

Cal's head was on a swivel. Constantly scanning for other drivers who might be watching, or passers-by, or cops -- oh god, what happened if a cop saw? They'd get busted, one way or another, for this lewd and highly public act; that was what. But then, that just added a thrill to it, didn't it? Tingling, sensory magic reminded him to cut loose. As did Kaiyah's talented tongue and lips.

And he couldn't shake the feeling, either, that Shaiden was taking the long route on purpose.

"God," he sighed. "Kaiyah. I told you you didn't have to."

"Fuck that. I want to." A long, slurping lick from root to tip. "You've been amazing." Kisses on the glans. "If I've gotta let you go for now, then you can be damn sure I'm gonna kiss you goodbye." Back down on him, a moan vibrating through his cock. It was enough to make his hips buck up against her.

"We did this all morning... god, Kai. And a long while after lunch, too." His pointing it out wasn't a tell-off. His hand in her red dreadlocks, just there to ride her rhythm, wasn't asking her to stop.

"So? I'm a greedy bitch. And it turns out you never. Fucking. Run out. Of goddamn juice. How?" She suckled at the crown again. "Shai? Girl. Are you sure he's not some kind of robot? Some uber-lifelike, cocked-up pleasure droid?"

Shaiden laughed. "I can't really blame you for wondering." Her eyes flicked to Cal's in the rearview. "If he were, that'd almost be kinda hot. But I'm pretty sure he's just a normal guy."

"Yeah. Just a normal, totally awesome, totally fuckable guy with pornstar stamina, no refractory periods, no weird hangups, and no red flags -- yet." Kaiyah's lips brushed his cock with every word. "What are the odds? Mmm, can't be high. Part of me doesn't wanna say it. The other part thinks you gotta be magic."

Cal almost laughed. Kaiyah could be pretty damn intuitive.

Mina's building rolled into view before long, familiar amid the Midtown sprawl. As Shaiden took the turn into the parking garage, Kaiyah's head popped up. "Here already? Fuck. Looks like time's up. Unlucky me."

"Sure you don't want to come hang out with Mina and me?" Cal offered -- partly because he wanted that, partly because he wanted Kaiyah's mouth right back where both would've agreed it belonged. But the crimson-dreadlocked WNBA star was already tucking his cock away into his jeans and fixing up his belt. She patted his package with a soft, knowing smile.

"Another time. I gotta hit the gym for a bit. And as for you and Mina? I don't wanna weigh you two lovebirds down." Kaiyah grinned. "Take it from a gal in an awesome relationship. When you've spent some time away from your lover? You can't do nothing but get up in their business the second you see them again. I want you to make that awesome lady feel like the only one in the world."

"Deal, Kaiyah. Thanks for the pointer."

"Thanks for the dick." She winked.

Shaiden chimed right in. "Seconded."

Cal laughed, shaking his head. "You two. Really -- I appreciate everything. I had a great time. Hope we can get together again soon. All three of us."

"You won't have to wait long," Shaiden said. "Besides, Kai promised you an introduction to a certain shooting guard. But for now, out you go, mister. Before Mina comes down here and kicks our asses for hogging you."

"Right." Cal squeezed Kaiyah's hand, kissed Shaiden's cheek, then clambered out of the car. "Catch you both later."

Kaiyah moved up to the front seat before Shaiden drove off, the basketball babe's arm wrapped casually around her girlfriend's shoulder. The two women waved him off -- and then the car was gone. He stayed there, standing, watching; only long enough to wrap his head around all that had happened over the last day. Then he made his way into the building and rode the elevator up to Mina's floor.

He'd barely finished knocking when the door opened. "Cal!" Mina threw herself into his arms, kissing him full on the lips like she'd been longing for his return for months.

"Mina," he laughed into the kiss, embracing her back, tumbling into the condo with her like two parts of a whole reunited. "Fuck, I missed you." He pulled away enough to look her in the eye.

"Missed you, too," she breathed. She ground up against him, her body hot and welcoming, her breath heavy with desire. "Did Shaiden treat you well? Tell me all about it."

"I did. It was great, but... mm, I need you."

"You have me." Her lips nipped at his. "Bedroom? Living room? Kitchen? Right fucking here?"

His eyes flashed with mischief and want. "All of the above," he told her. And they shared a laugh that ended with another hot kiss. And they were rutting like animals in heat before another word was exchanged.

***

"So... hah. I kind of ended up with another woman last night."

They were both several orgasms in before Cal finally delivered on his promise to tell Mina everything. He did so while his buxom, raven-haired lover ground lazily in his lap, hips rolling, pussy full of his cock. "Uh. Her girlfriend. Kaiyah." His words came out in a breathy rush.

"That's what I hoped, babe." A squeeze around his length, muscles clenching in time with his heartbeat. "I'd heard Shaiden was dating a basketball player. Stalked her Instagram before the shoot. Aah... had a feeling she'd make an appearance. Shaiden had that look... ngh, like she was itching to spread the joy, and who else would Candidate Number One have been?" Cal thought he'd never seen Mina look prouder. "So, how was she?"

"Hot as fuck," he groaned. Pleasure brought out his truest honesty. "Just, wow. Super athletic. Amazing body. Mina, the stamina on her..."

"I bet. Sometimes I get thinking I should work out more these days just to keep up with you. But... ahh, I guess that's a moot point when you've got others to tap in after I'm all zonked out. Hahhh..." Mina laughed, putting a hand on his bare chest for balance. "Wow. Listen to me. You know, I never thought I'd be into anything but monogamy. But with you?

Fffuck.

Somehow it just turns me the hell on -- even just imagining you out there with these other women." A long, deep sigh -- then a wicked grin. "Speaking of. There's news. Wanna hear?"

"Ah, fuck yes."

"Remember how I said my interior designer is pretty damn hot?" Cal had no chance to answer; Mina didn't even wait for it. "Well, she and I got together while you were out. And we're meeting back up for dinner tonight. You're more than invited. You're expected."

His eyes widened. He got the implication. "Holy shit. That's..." Crazy? Sudden? Way out of left field? But wasn't that just the way with Mina, and with his whole new lifestyle in general? A grin spread across his face, and he thrust up into her in approval. "That sounds amazing. What's her name?"

"Ashleigh. I think she'll be real eager to see you, too. I might have gushed a bit." Her hips rolled harder. "Cal. Babe. I wanna see you make her night. She needs a pick-me-up. A really, really good one. And if I know you... hahh, I think you're going to have a great time delivering."

Cal's pulse raced, not even just for the feeling of the stunning photographer's body on top of his. "You really do love setting me up with other women, don't you?"

"You make it so damn fun. And I'm still just getting started." Her smirk was devilish. Her body was moving with a hungry, desperate need. "Remember how I said yesterday was a boring day for me? It mostly was... nghhh, but I did talk with some clients and book a few shoots over the next weeks -- with models I'm dying to get you to meet. Oh. Oh, god, babe. I'm close."

Her voice was a moan of impending climax. His cock was rock-hard inside her, and the feeling of her grinding against him was enough to make him groan, too. He kept his eyes on hers. He listened as her frantic voice just went on and on.

"There's this one... fuck, coming in from New Zealand next month. Babe, I know she's gonna fall for you. Hard. Fucking hell. She's got a real wild side, and you're gonna make her go fucking crazy, and... Jesus, Cal, yes. Mako. That's her name. Then there's this Brazilian goddess one magazine just linked me up with, and I really want you to be there when... oh fuck, yes, yes --"

Her words petered out as she came, body tightening, walls clenching his length like a velvet-gloved fist. Her tits bounced. She gasped, moaned, and shuddered in his lap -- and Cal felt his own orgasm hit, his cock spasming, emptying inside her with a load far more potent than he should have managed after a morning of wild fucking with Shaiden and Kaiyah. But he'd long since stopped questioning things like that.

"God, I love you." Mina's words were husky whispers as she came down from her climax, as she leaned in to kiss him. She didn't disengage. Just kept her pussy full of him as they caught their breath, as they shared kiss after kiss. "And I love that I don't have to hog this all for myself. Maybe... mmm, it's magic that makes sharing feel so good -- so exciting. But it does."

"No complaints here." He could have said he didn't believe it -- only the truth was, now, he really did. "Count me in as your 'assistant' anytime you're on the job, Mina."

They recovered. They laughed. Eventually, they rolled out of bed. And Mina popped a crucial question.

"When was the last time you soaped up, babe?"

Cal frowned. "Uh. Yesterday morning?" He knew what she was getting at. "I should freshen up. Before Ashleigh."

"Smart boy."

A quip about conserving water led to their decision to share the shower -- Cal's second time today with a beautiful woman, and he certainly wasn't complaining. The rounds he'd gone with Mina almost justified a second wash. But the main purpose this time was different.

His bottle of golden soap, still there on the shelf, was as great a source of amusement and fascination for Mina as ever. She loved watching him lather up. She loved putting her hands to work, too. Helping him get every last inch of his body glistening with iridescent suds. It was like a ritual of worship: a devoted priestess preparing her god's vessel for a holy rite. All the while, that intoxicating scent permeated the shower like the sweet smoke of incense during a prayer ceremony.

Of course, it didn't exactly help the two of them keep things platonic.

Mina's eyes went from soft and reverent to hungry and lust-filled. The hand she had on Cal's cock took a firm, almost desperate grip. Maybe they'd restrain from fucking. Maybe they'd save it for the evening ahead. But she just couldn't just stop touching him. He could tell. And he wasn't going to argue. If he asked her to do anything -- anything at all -- she'd have agreed without hesitation, here with the scent of his magic balm driving her desire to fever pitch.

But the bottle itself stole Cal's attention from his rapt lover as he weighed it in his hands, accepting it back from Mina after a thorough rinse. What seemed strange was that it felt no lighter than he remembered. And, with a look through the glass at the golden liquid inside -- no less full.

Never -- not consciously -- had he noticed that.

"Does this thing never empty?" he wondered aloud, bewildered.

Mina blinked a few times. "Hmm?" She followed his gaze, fingers dancing up his forearm until she was touching the bottle in his hands. "Oh. Wow. You're right. That's..." She trailed off, then shrugged. Perhaps all means of words could have fit the sentiment.

"Odd?" Cal settled on that one. "Yeah. I've used this every day, just about. It's not that big a bottle. How even..." He shook his head. "Guess I've been too busy to question much. But this is pretty wild." He remembered his initial worries from the day he'd brought the bottle home from the grocery store. That he'd have to be careful. That he'd have to conserve and ration the precious magic liquid. Now here he was, tempted to think the exact opposite. That he could never run out. Evidence certainly pointed that way.

Mina's eyes were back on his. "Magic, right?" she suggested, her tone playful. "Maybe we're not meant to split hairs over it. Maybe this just means you've got a lifetime supply and you don't have to worry about lathering up every day. Maybe we could do a lot worse than just lean into this and enjoy the ride. I mean..." Her wet, hot body pushed against his like it was magnetized, like it belonged there. "It's not like we aren't already pretty much doing that."

He thought it over; really, just for a second. He didn't need much convincing with her hand on his cock and her tits against his chest. "Yeah. You're right. This is just a good thing. It's magic. So I'm gonna treat it like magic."

"Exactly."

Cal thought he saw a certain curiosity in her eyes, but just as he wondered what she might have been thinking, she voiced it.

"Cal, don't think this is a request. It's just me thinking out loud. But what would happen if I tossed out my body wash and soaped up with this stuff instead?" She put a hand back on the bottle. "Would it... make me the way you are?"

Cal blinked. Caught a little off guard by the question, he considered it. Mina didn't seem entirely serious. And she'd laid out clearly that it wasn't a request. Still, the possibility seemed to make her a little excited.

"Maybe?" he said at last. "I don't see why it wouldn't. I might have heard in that dream that the soap is bonded to me, but..."

"That dream?"

It occurred to him that he'd never told Mina. "Wow. Yeah. I never mentioned it. There've been dreams. Vivid ones. I think it comes with the magic. They're kind of like briefings, kind of like premonitions, but they're all..."

"Sexy? Yeah. Figures." Mina's smirk was broad. She squeezed his cock again. "Anyway, you think they told you you're the only one who can use this stuff?"

Cal had to think back. "Not sure what it meant, honestly," he said at last. "Whether that means other people can use it, too."

He considered the implications. What if Mina could lather up with his golden soap and step out into the world just as irresistible as he was? Would that make him jealous? Worried? Or would he just love it for her and embrace the new dynamic? In any case, with the way she'd just soaped him up with her body held close and her hands working over him, there was no way some of that magic balm hadn't ended up on her. And if there was anyone else he might ever comfortably allow to use it, surely it would be Mina.

"Would you want to?" he asked, taking one of her hands and squeezing. He knew she would understand the question was genuine. He knew her answer would be genuine, too. She paused. She considered. Then she replied.

"I think it could be kind of... dangerous for someone like me to do it." Her words were measured and careful, despite the clear effects of temptation. "For you, it's like a full-time career -- being an amazing lover for amazing women. Seducing. Fucking. Satisfying every single one. And I love that for you, babe. But me? I have my photography career. I have responsibilities. Schedules. Deadlines. I couldn't afford to get swept up by lustful admirers whenever I left my condo.

"Besides. It would ruin any and all attempts to be professional with clients or models or even friends." She laughed. "I'd just be driving them all wild. You're a little freer than me in that sense, Cal. You've got time and flexibility. Me? I have to keep my career going strong if I want to keep supporting and spoiling you like I am... and believe me, I intend to keep doing that." She grinned wide. Touched his face. Stroked his shaft. "You're worth spoiling. Always."

Cal nodded, taking it all to heart. "Makes perfect sense to me. I just don't like one-way streets. If I'm gonna reap all these magic privileges and live like this, then... I want you to be able to live a little, too. When and how you want. You deserve it."

"You're the sweetest. And I think I might, now and again." Mina's hand caressed the bottle, and she kissed his neck. "But I'm gonna do it all within the confines of the little world you're building with that magic soap. No need for me to go grab anything if it's not to bring right back for you. I don't want to... get involved with other men, if that's what you were wondering about. It's not that I don't have needs. In fact, I'm finding I have lots of them." Her eyebrows quirked suggestively. "But, babe, you keep me more than satisfied. As long as that never changes? I'm all yours."

Cal found himself smiling ear to ear. His feelings had never seemed so mutual. He'd never felt less worried about a relationship, less concerned that his partner was missing out or left wanting. He didn't feel selfish for amassing a small harem with whom Mina wouldn't always be present. She wanted this just how they were doing it right now.

"Other women aren't a problem?" he asked her, just to be sure. "Even when you're not in the picture?"

"Never have been, never will. Have fun. Sow some wild oats, hot stuff. With Shaiden, with Kaiyah, with whoever the two of them bring into the mix -- because I'm getting a sense how this works. Like a chain letter. Get one girl hooked, and she'll tell her besties. I know because I did that today." She seemed to pause. "About that, by the way."

Both understood where the conversation was going. Both recognized what had just been left unsaid. So Cal finished it.

"You smelled like me this morning. Like the soap. With Ashleigh. It got her... curious. But... holy shit, if it rubbed off on you from last morning and stayed potent enough to work like that? How long can it just --"

"Stick around? No idea. Maybe a long, long time." Mina's grin was downright devilish. "Anyway, conclusion's clear. The women you get involved with? You rub off on them. In a lot more ways than one. Forget chain letters. That makes me, Shaiden, Kaiyah, and whoever else hops on that cock all walking billboards for Calvin Robbins, Sex God. What do you bet this little ad campaign is gonna have a high conversion rate?"

Cal could only stare, agog. Somehow, he hadn't considered that yet.

"And on top of that, now..." Mina hit the clincher. "I just showered with you and got even more of the good stuff on me than yesterday. Straight from the source. Even if I'm not soaping up like you, I've gotta assume the effects are gonna be all over me. You wanted a two-way street? This is already feeling pretty damn close. I can't imagine I'll be irresistible to everyone. But I think I'll be set to make quite an impression if I want to."

"So, Ashleigh tonight..."

"Is in for some serious double trouble. Oh. Yeah."