Balm Of The Gods Ch 08

8. End of the Road

"God. Damn. Cal."

Chantae Ellis breathed heavily, her fit and sweaty body slumping down onto the workout mats that lined the weight room's floor. She took the water bottle handed to her by Kaiyah and drank it down in huge gulps. In a way, all this felt like a workout. In a way, she knew she would hit her limits and burn out eventually.

In the moment, however, it just felt good.

Pleasure, and that scent, somehow kept staving off her exhaustion, keeping her going. Besides, she'd needed this more than she'd thought. The guy she'd just spent the last hour fucking had blown far past her expectations, even after Kaiyah's big upsell of what he could do. Kaiyah herself had ended up giving Chantae a lot, too, in ways that were very new for the two of them. She'd welcomed it all. She loved it all. But she knew she could only take so much.

Calvin Robbins, by contrast, didn't seem to have that worry.

At this point, Chantae was convinced Cal was a lot more than some ordinary guy. Even as the dominant force in their encounter, here she was, the trained athlete, on the verge of collapse, while her lover showed little sign of winding down. He'd barely even broken a sweat. In fact, most of the faint sheen on his body was just from where Chantae's own perspiration had rubbed off against him. Sure; maybe some of that was because Chantae had been the more active one throughout the tryst, and that previous hours of training with the team had preceded it all. But that didn't explain the other kind of stamina Cal held -- which seemed almost inexhaustible.

Chantae had hardly gone easy on him. She'd ridden him like a rodeo bull. She'd worked multiple hot explosions of cum out of him. That kind of treatment would have made most men, her ex included, wilt and fold within a few minutes' time. Yet it had been an hour now, with only the briefest pauses between rounds, and Cal still looked like he could go another.

And that smell. That goddamn amazing smell.

Chantae drank some more water; even splashed some on her face -- but that didn't flush it from her brain. Even now, as they broke from rutting, the scent kept her enthralled. It made her feel warm and needy inside. It kept her pussy wet, her pulse quick, and her mind on sex. When they'd begun, it had even seemed to stave off her fatigue from all the training before, erasing it better than any painkiller or ice bath ever could. And even now -- with her body straining and her lungs gasping and her need for rest catching up fast -- the scent of Cal Robbins was a constant reminder that he was right there in front of her, hard and ready to go, should she call on that cock and its world-class services again.

Because, fuck it. She still just might.

Chantae felt well-fucked. Even when she'd been the one in charge, she'd still felt at the mercy of Cal's cock, scent, and lust-inducing touch. She didn't know how he did it. But damn -- she'd never been this satisfied before. She felt the mix of his cum and her juices, thick and creamy and still hot, dripping out of her well-used cunt, trickling over her thighs. Kaiyah had been right; this had been one hell of a trip. Kaiyah, who Chantae had watched Cal fuck, too, in between rounds spent riding him or spread for his thrusts. The machines, the weight racks, the benches, the yoga balls in the corner -- everything had seen a use. They'd made sure of that.

And this, now? Maybe a cap on the encounter; maybe just a break. Chantae wasn't quite sure yet. Maybe she was fine with the former. The afterglow felt good, too. But then, if she really had her say...

"You alright?" Cal's voice came, soft and warm. It broke Chantae out of her thoughts. When she saw him looking at her, tender and concerned, it only made her feel hotter. Fuck. He was just too perfect. Where had Kaiyah found this guy?

"Fuck. I should be asking you that. I really unleashed on you. Like, full beast mode." The shooting guard rolled over on the mats to press her body against him, her skin sliding along his. She gave a low chuckle. "Guessing you don't have any complaints?"

Cal just shook his head. "Not even one. You got a lot out of your system, didn't you?"

"You have no idea," she answered. "Turns out, the cure for relationship blues? Hard. Rebound. Sex." She emphasized each of those last words with a kiss on his body. He groaned. She smirked.

"Oh, I think he might have an idea." Kaiyah joined in, sliding down to the mats on Cal's other side. No one minded the sweat as they tangled and snuggled on the weight-room floor. Cal's own fragrance, not at all diminished after rounds and rounds, was all they could register, anyway. "And if I know you at all, Chantae -- and I think I do now, in some very intimate ways..."

"Heh. True."

"You'll be back on your game in no time," the point guard finished. "Maybe even better than ever." She leaned over Cal's body, planting a soft kiss on her teammate's lips. Chantae didn't flinch. She'd already kissed Kaiyah several times in the last couple hours, after all. Those kisses had felt amazing during the heat of sex. And it turned out it felt just as nice here and now.

"Just one bit of unfinished business left," Chantae agreed. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at both of them. "Still got a dick of a boyfriend I've gotta dump. If I'm honest, I'm still kinda wondering if it's even worth it, but..."

"Hey," Cal offered. "You're in charge of your own life. Your own choices. You don't owe anyone anything, not even an explanation. But if it were me?"

He didn't even have to finish. Chantae grinned wide. "Yeah. I'd wanna rub it in, too."

Nude and proud and gorgeous, the shooting guard rose to her feet. The two lovers on the ground watched her as she strode to where they'd abandoned their bags and fished her phone from a pocket. She tapped a few times on the screen, brought the device to her ear, then started back over toward Cal and Kaiyah. Cal couldn't help but watch her face as the call connected.

"Hey, babe," Chantae spoke. She grinned, eyes gleaming as they flicked over Cal's face and Kaiyah's. "Oh? No. Just getting in some gym time. How about you, what's up? Got a second?"

The other voice on the call sounded confused. Cal couldn't quite hear anything clearly from the distance. But Chantae's smile didn't falter. That told him enough.

"Great, because I've gotta tell you something." She knelt next to Cal. "Oh, nothing major. Just that I know what you did, I ain't coming back, and I just had the best revenge-fuck ever." Her free hand ran along the young man's chest before her. "Yep. Eat that, you piece of shit. Hope your ex was worth it for you -- 'cause for me? This was."

The other voice was clearly flustered. It struggled to find words. Chantae just hung up before her stunned boyfriend could figure out how to reply. With a few more swipes on the screen, she blocked him everywhere she could, then dropped the phone onto the mat with a satisfied smirk.

"And that's that." The nude shooting guard slipped right back in beside Cal and Kaiyah. "No more of him. Which opens up all kinds of room for other stuff."

"Hell yeah, it does," Kaiyah affirmed. "Told you it would feel good to get that over with."

"Figured it would. Just turns out the push I needed to actually do it was some of that magic dick."

She took a long, deep breath, as if savoring a new kind of freedom. Maybe that was what Cal's scent had been all along. Freedom to live, to love, to feel, to take. To be herself, and say 'fuck it' to what anyone else thought about that. Kaiyah seemed to agree, following suit on the other side of Cal. Chantae would definitely thank her properly later. In the moment, though, the trio just relaxed into the moment of victory.

"Cal? You know how I said earlier I didn't wanna make this a regular thing?"

He nodded. "Yeah. You said it. I respect it."

Chantae chuckled. "Good, 'cause I take it back. I wanna do this all the damn time. Oh, no, this isn't a dating thing -- think I'm gonna swear off that whole song and dance for a while. But we've got way too good of a vibe for us not to get it on again. Especially if you're gonna wear that cologne, or whatever the hell it is. Mm." She nuzzled the side of his neck. "I don't think I'll be able to keep my damn hands off you."

Cal smiled, extending a hand. "Fuck-buddies?"

Chantae accepted. "Fuck-buddies." She shot her teammate an inquisitive glance. "That's cool with you, right, Kai?"

"For sure. And count me in whenever you two wanna make it a threesome."

Everyone laughed at that, but Chantae's next words left so much more of a promise in the air. "Forget threesomes. You and me, Kai? By the end of the season, we're gonna get the whole damn roster lined up for Robbins here."

"Already my plan, girl." Kaiyah's smile was a mile wide. "But welcome to the planning committee."

That was the last they said for another long while. As their chuckles gave way to long, hungry gazes, and their bodies pressed closer, both basketball stars fell right back onto Cal with deep kisses and stroking hands. Moments later, Chantae was straddling him again. And fucking him again.

***

Cal stepped out of the team facility feeling like he'd run a marathon -- for all the best effects, and with none of the drawbacks.

He'd spent hours in that weight room, but they'd gone by in a blur. He'd let Chantae and Kaiyah take charge of his body and his pleasure all the way through. They'd gone round after round, mixing up positions and partners, till finally everyone had hit that wall. Without complaints or regrets, they'd called it a day.

Cal was still thinking about the final long, fierce, grateful kiss Chantae had given him before vanishing into the locker room for a much-needed shower. He'd left Kaiyah in the same way -- with the point guard murmuring her hope that there'd be a lot more 'team bonding sessions' like this in their future. She was, she promised, already coming up with more ideas for next time. And the next time after that. And the next...

It amazed Cal that he didn't feel utterly destroyed. That he wasn't sweat-drenched or sore. Instead, he felt energized -- like all that fucking had just made him stronger. Fuck. Maybe it had. He'd solidified a bond with another new sexual partner. Reaffirmed the plan to turn the local WNBA team into a willing harem. It made sense if the magic he carried ate up that lustful energy and turned it to his advantage -- and that, in turn, was a hell of an incentive to keep on fucking.

Which he had plans to do.

It was later in the day now. Cal's phone confirmed the time as he wandered away from the sport complex: five o'clock. It wouldn't be long until the house party he'd been invited to -- which carried its own set of exciting prospects -- got into full swing.

He remembered Mina's earlier offer of a ride if he needed one. With Jesse's house out in the suburbs, that seemed more prudent than hopping another bus, and more enticing than calling an ordinary rideshare car. He was in no huge rush; why not? There might even be time to stop by the condo if he decided he wanted to grab a shower, or change into a particularly impressive new outfit... but no, he quickly decided. Unlike his two partners in the weight room, he needed no such clean-up -- thanks, magic. His scent was undiminished; no need for a fresh application of golden soap. And, looking at his reflection in the nearest store window, he decided his casual jeans and tee still fit the bill. It was old friends he was planning to see, not some new prospective conquest he would need to work hard to impress -- as if any conquest in his magic-boosted life required dressing up to strike the right impression, anyway.

Cal sent a quick text to Mina, got an eager response fast, then went into a nearby coffee shop to sit and wait for his photographer girlfriend to arrive. He wondered if Ashleigh would be with her. That idea made him smirk. He imagined both women would have lots to report to him about the day they'd spent together -- but then, he'd have his fair share of stories for them, too. Just another reason riding with them was the right choice. It sounded better than staring down at his phone on an Uber ride.

A hot drink in hand, Cal passed the time by people-watching -- and especially enjoying long looks from a flirty brunette barista with a cute nose-ring. He didn't hesitate to return her smiles and glances. It seemed like his life now, post-magic-soap, was always a balancing act between pursuing the new encounters that came his way and keeping up with the relationships he'd already built. But that balancing act was easy, and both parts were equally exciting. While he didn't have time to escalate past subtle flirting with the barista in the moment, he still enjoyed the view and the attention -- and when she passed him her number, he took it in stride and gave her a wink in return. The world was full of possibilities.

Outside the coffee shop's window, Cal soon saw Mina's electric car rolling up to the curb. The young man finished the last sips of his drink, gave the cute barista one last wave, and headed outside.

Mina rolled down her window. "Party wagon's here," she announced with a grin, then gave Cal a quick once-over. "Ooh. Love the casual look. White tee and jeans? Classic."

"Thanks, love. It's a casual party. Appreciate the pick-up, too." He didn't miss the second familiar figure in the passenger seat, either. As the door unlocked for him and he slid into the backseat, his eyes immediately wandered to Ashleigh -- and to the eye-catching, low-cut top she was wearing. "You, though, Ash? Damn. Now, that's an outfit."

Ashleigh beamed, glancing back at him from the front. "Oh? Do tell me more. Might just be part of the afterglow, but my ego's feeling greedy today."

"Not the only part of you that's been feeling that way, Ash. Ah, Cal. The day we've had." Mina put the car in gear and took them back out onto the street, looking back in the rearview mirror at her lover. "But yours is probably worth telling first."

"Happy either way, but I'll take that cue."

He leaned forward a bit in his seat to better share his tales. He knew they'd want all the details, so he held nothing back. Leah. Saffron. Kaiyah and Chantae. The courts. The weight room, and everything they'd done in it. How he'd helped the shooting guard put her ex behind her for good. How it certainly wasn't going to be a one-off deal. And then, to cap it all, how Chantae had jumped right in on Kaiyah's ultimate goal: getting the entire team's worth of basketball babes hooked on his scent and his cock.

"Okay, I don't think I've ever been more excited in my life," Ashleigh chimed in. "You? The whole team? Fuck. Who are you banging next?"

"We threw out some names." Cal shrugged. "I think Lisette Walker and Amirah Haroun got top billing, though."

"Oh, shit. Hot." Ashleigh bit her lip and shook her head. "Damn, Em. Our boyfriend, fucking his way through the whole damn WNBA."

Mina's laugh cut in. "Hey, you love it, Ash. I love it too. And Cal? I think you love it most of all."

Cal just smirked and let the point stand. "Just wanted to help Chantae work though some relationship shit. Things blew up from there."

"You say that like it's a problem." Mina's smirk could have been seen from space. She turned her gaze to the dark-skinned interior designer in her passenger seat. "Now. Our turn."

Mina and Ashleigh, as it turned out, had spent the day just as Cal had anticipated they might: with a lot of fucking. It had started more innocently, of course. They'd shared lunch at a bistro near Ashleigh's place. Talked over everything that had happened the previous night. Worked out how things were going to go with them, now that they'd blasted past a long-time friendship into something a lot more intense. Then, when that conversation had gone well -- and with plenty of hot promise lingering in their minds -- they'd just fallen onto each other. There'd been a lot of kissing in the restaurant parking lot. And in the car. Then that had escalated to a lot more when they got back to Ashleigh's house -- and the rest of their day had given way to a lot of very hot and very satisfying sapphic pleasure.

"Yep. Being girlfriends rules. Even more so, now that I know why the transition's been so easy. Mina brought me up to speed on your little secret." Ashleigh looked back to Cal, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. "Magic soap? Not what I ever would have thought, honestly. But damn, if it doesn't make everything make sense."

Cal was only surprised for a moment, and not in a bad way. "She told you, huh?"

"Hey, I think I earned it," Ashleigh put in. "I'm in the club, right? The harem? Whatever we're calling it?"

"Figured that was alright," Mina reasoned. "Not like it's been just our secret, anyway, with Shaiden in on it already. Besides, Ash won't spill it if you'd rather she not tell."

"I'm a vault," Ashleigh confirmed. "Locked tight."

Cal didn't doubt it. He just nodded. "Cool. I'm actually glad you know. I'll probably tell Kaiyah and Chantae soon, too. And Leah, if she turns into a regular. I dunno -- feels right to be open with everyone about it. Not like it's something I'm trying to hide."

"Don't see any reason to," Mina agreed. "I'd rather share. We've been doing a lot of sharing lately, anyway, haven't we?"

They drove the rest of the way to Jesse's place, chatting and laughing and teasing each other about their various exploits. Cal loved the easy rapport between the three of them -- a reminder they all genuinely liked each other, even beyond the magical, sexually-charged bonds that tied them together. Even if his magic soap was the reason they'd all come together like this, he knew the chemistry was real, and that his girlfriends were here for him not as thralls or slaves but as true, loving partners. Each of them made that clear in her own way.

The sun was just starting to set as they arrived at Jesse's home. It was an unassuming suburban place, though on the larger side, its driveway and the street outside already lined with cars. Cal figured most of the expected guests had already turned up. The noise from inside the house confirmed that. Low music, conversation, and laughter.

Mina parked on the street. "Sure you don't wanna walk in with the two of us on your arm?" she asked Cal. "That'd be one way to make an entrance."

"Tempting, but I think I'll go solo," he answered with a smile. "Not sure I'm ready to spring the whole 'multiple girlfriends way out of my league' thing on my college pals. They'd have questions. So many questions." He stepped out of the car. "You two go find some fun."

"Oh, we plan to." Ashleigh's eyes glimmered. "And you'd better, too. Call us if you need a ride home later, lover-boy."

The party was in full swing by the time he stepped through the door. Music and chatter hit him from all sides as he slipped in among Jesse's guests. A few faces, not quite familiar, turned his way; they greeted him, some with nods, some with words, then looked away and went right back to their own conversations. Cal figured they must have been friends of friends, or coworkers of Jesse's. He passed them by. The faces he knew best were waiting for him in the living room beyond: Jesse, Adam, Evan, and Jonathan.

"Cal!" Jesse stepped out to grab his friend in a one-armed hug. "Good to see ya, dude! Been a while. What the hell have you been up to?"

"Seriously," Jonathan cut in. "You dropped off the Earth, man. You okay?"

The four friends looked at Cal, hints of concern etched on their features as they recalled what they'd last heard about his situation: let go from work, feeling down, uncertain what to do with himself. He hadn't been in touch since then. At the very least, Cal knew he had a lot of explaining to do, and that his story would sound pretty wild, even if he kept the magic bits out.