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### Sex God Saga 29

### Escalation to Climax

MONDAY:

While the Mysterium’s institutions digested the discovery of the first human demiplane anchor, Theo spent the day getting his ass wrecked by Fulin. Eventually though, the alpha had to lead some of the Primal kids trick-or-treat-ing.

Since the Stygians were all busy setting up Halloween parties, the Lunar Tempest had offered to take care of Theo, at least until later that night.

The city was still well in view but Kinsley, the unattached Stygian, owned a vacation cabin with a little fishing lake near the park whose caretaker he was.

Fulin, wearing competent jack-o-lantern makeup courtesy of Celeste, dropped Theo off just after sun set. He’d sacrificed a tank top, tearing it to ragged scraps for the undead look.

Kinsley waited at the fence gate, clad in a trench coat, arms crossed. The century old black man greeted them with a nod. Ezra was with him, his baggy, grey hoodie hiding the buff physique but his big, cut legs well visible under gym shorts.

“Long time no see, Tank,” Ezra said.

Fulin smirked. “Haven’t really talked since the days when I called you ‘uncle’ Ezra. Enjoy my boyfriend’s ass while you can.”

“Direct,” Kinsley said.

Fulin hit a light flex. “Yeah? Want to pretend *my boyfriend* isn’t a hot piece of meat?”

Ezra raised his hands. “You’ll get the hot piece back in good shape, Tank. Happy babysitting.”

The Broodguard grabbed Theo by the black collar and pulled him into an aggressive kiss. Theo had no chance of resisting, if he’d wanted to.

“Feeling possessive?” the shaman asked.

“Nope,” Fulin said. “No issue sharing you around. Just can’t get enough of you.”

“Love you, muscleman.”

“Love you, twink.”

Theo went with the older men, entering the well heated cabin.

Hudson was on the sofa, half-watching a sports match, already in boxers. The Primal with Japanese tattoos from pecs to biceps sat wide legged and blew a final cloud from his vape before setting the device down.

“The slut’s here,” Hudson said.

“Sure am,” Theo said, vaguely shrugging.

“We don’t have to, uh,” Ezra started.

“Fuck?” Hudson guessed. “Come on, Theo’s no girl. We don’t have to be coy. We’re all men. With a sex drive. Horny perverts.”

Kinsley took off his coat, revealing nothing but sweatpants. “Hud’ is going macho-mode because he’s the most insecure here.”

Hudson flashed both middle fingers.

Kinsley ignored him. “We’ve all been thinking since our shower adventure. Since you have a master now, there’s little danger of us harming you. At least not without unthinkable repercussions.”

“Good?” Theo guessed.

Ezra chuckled, sitting down on the sofa’s backrest behind Hudson. “We can go crazy safely. Bang you silly. You’re three weeks locked now, right? You have to be going insane. I’ve been told that’s nothing yet.”

Theo was feeling hot. “A-actually I got attacked by a wisp and Paris thinks I skipped months. I’m at plateau. Swimming in horny.”

“Cool,” Ezra said, breathing deeper. “Strip?”

Theo glanced at the window. A female or androgynous figure lived within the glass, translucent and wobbling as if seen thought non-existent rain. “Uh, who is that voyeur?”

Three heads turned and Kingsley huffed a laugh. “Callidora is a muse of the moonlight, living in the reflection of the lake outside. She can keep the place a sanctum and does tonight. Extra security so nothing happens that makes Tank rip us a new one.”

Theo touched his collar. “I have an Outsider in there, another in this bracelet and one in a bottle in my bag.”

“Should be fine,” Kinsley said. “Callidora got some sprites by the lake. Breezer the storm imp, Bubbles the water pixie…”

The Stygian undressed Theo and the blond complied. By the time he was naked, only in cage and collar, Ezra and Hudson had fully stripped.

Theo got gripped by hair and collar and pushed into Ezra’s crotch. His power automatically supplied first gear pleasure when his tongue met the buff man’s cock.

Ezra sighed long and deep. “Ahhhh, suck my rod faggot slut.”

Hudson pulled Theo’s hands together in the small of Theo’s back and lined up his dick. The bottom’s ass readied itself with magic.

“Let’s start this slow,” Hudson said and pushed in. He whined. “Oh no, fuck going slow.”

The buff, Japanese literature teacher fucked so fast it felt like he was spasming. Theo got slapped into Ezra’s crotch.

Someone else gripped his hair and pulled him away. Kinsley held the bottom where their eyes could meet and raised an orange box between them. “Know what this is? Cattle prod. We thought about whips but I’d rather not damage Paris’ property. This one’s going to leave less of a mark. Up for it?”

“I… dunno?”

Kinsley put the prod against Theo’s cage. “Does this thing conduct?”

The device beeped and Theo’s entire body rocked under the shock to his dick. It was so much harsher of a sting than he’d imagined. But he was so hornier than taşova escort he’d ever thought possible.

“You felt that, slut?”

“Yes. Fuck.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes, it fucking hurt.”

“Like it?”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Kinsley prodded Theo’s ass. A beep and his glutes clenched with a zap of pain. Hudson grunted. He was having fun. The other ass cheek followed, then Ezra was done waiting and pulled Theo back into his cock.

A while later, when they’d moved onto the sofa, Kinsley fucked the whole length of his cock into Theo’s throat, while Ezra took over ass duty and Hudson got the prod. The inked Primal liked going for Theo’s nipples and balls. It hurt *too* much but the total helplessness left Theo blissful.

The bottom felt entire ropes of percum leak from his zapped dick to his thighs.

The horny haze of pain and pleasure let Theo forget his surroundings. His power flowed instinctively, letting the two topping men dip in and out of sanity – grunting, insulting, trembling, cry-laughing and lots of moaning.

Naturally Hudson wanted in on the action again.

This turned into a scuffle as Kinsley’s cockhead remained in Theo’s mouth and the Stygian and Primal kept bumping into each other. Having men fight over his tongue made Theo wish he had more holes to offer.

Hudson mock-prodded Kinsley, then zapped Theo’s ass for real. Then again mock-zapped- No, Hudson really shot a shock into the black hunk’s pecs.

There was surprisingly little reaction because Kinsley and the assfucking Ezra were both on the cusp of crying from level three pleasure but Hudson scooted back, probably afraid of retaliation.

The inked Primal put the cattle prod on his own erection and zapped. And again, and again.

Wait what?

Theo glanced up through teary eyes. Kinsley was staring at Hudson. Was he mesmerizing the guy?

Theo pulled away, retching. “Are you mesmerize-“

Kinsley pushed the bottom’s mouth back onto his dick but the spell broke. Hudson dropped the prop. “What the fuck, Kins’? What the absolute f-” The man fell silent under mesmerization.

They needed their leader clear minded and ready to step in. Theo dropped the power level to its still considerable minimum. Ezra didn’t fix the situation, he just gripped Theo’s collar with both hands and choked the bottom. “More… give…”

A heavy scent descended on Theo, intense but odorless. On no, at least one of the Primals was ‘scenting’ the area, dulling their minds.

Hudson hurried to the back of the orgy and added his cock to Ezra’s. The double penetration slapped enough pleasure into Theo’s mind that he couldn’t help scream into the black cock muffling him.

Theo had seconds to do something or he’d be a brainless fuck-puppet among guys who’d potentially kill each other over his ass.

He reached into his Bond and Paris responded. It wasn’t telepathy, but the prince could instantly tell that Theo was in trouble.

As Theo’s focus faded and the scent-drug took over, Paris invaded his mind to force concentration upon the fucked shaman.

One easy way out — Theo made everybody cum.

The Stygian dick in his mouth drenched his throat and Theo violently gagged while the double-penetrating Primals pressed balls deep into him, cry-screaming guttural and raw. The anal pleasure was quite comparable to fisting and deleted Theo’s ability to concentrate.

The focus lent to the bottom by his master was slipping, constantly fighting against the scent-power.

But the tops were even more out of it, not stopping the fuck even after their cumshot — after they could no longer draw pleasure from Theo’s power. Ezra and Hudson must have scented each other stupid.

Theo reached for his collar and pumped some V. Then he hit Kinsley in the abs and hoped Glowy got his intention.

The wisp slipped from collar to arm and empowered the punch to a thrust that kicked Kinsley over the sofa backrest.

Theo dropped to the ground, coughing. With the two dicks suddenly slipped from his ass, he experienced enough leg shaking to make him sprawl.

The air stilled. Silver light drooped like honey from the ceiling. The silence of vacuum descended on him.

A translucent lady, wobbling like a reflection, moved along the walls. Shit, he’d *attacked* this sanctuary’s host.

Some kind of communication happened between Theo and Paris. Vague images — more general motives than pictures — driven my emotion and sensuality. A hint of a plan.

Hoping the prince in gold was going to do most of the work, Theo dug into his ass and withdrew a string of Primal cum.

He painted Atlas glyphs on the floor, inviting Incu. There was no proper beacon and it was someone else’s sanctum but Incu was *his* muse so maybe…

Three men descended on him with uncoordinated attempts to invade his ass, mostly succeeding in pressing him down.

The connection to Paris slipped and scent-dullness took hold of his senses. Lunar muse Callidora tavşanlı escort was fighting at the edges of the cabin as a force pressed against her viscose moonlight.

The silence was lifted as she struggled, the grunts of three sex-crazed hunks filling the air. Theo’s phone rang in his pants which he had no chance of reaching.

“Glowy,” Theo yelled. “Find help.”

A hand closed around his throat as a dick made it into his ass. The little flicker of an Outsider traveled along the floor, hopping from glint to glint. But Callidora was a being or reflections herself, almost perfectly set up to subdue a Mirrorgnost.

The floor turned to lunar dust, blinding gray filling the cabin. Glowy was caught in a shimmer between shadows on the uneven terrain.

A ‘message’ from Paris. Cum, power, Incu.

Theo scooped up the load dripping along his thighs and drew random circles, pumping V into it. Not much of a glyph but he only needed to give his incubus an in.

Force rammed into the three attackers and Theo was briefly free. He crawled on the dust covered floor, fighting his shaking legs to a stand. Moon dust was piling up everywhere, lake-surface reflections danced along every wall as if the place were underwater.

The features of the room were blurring. Theo just ran for the door. Melody’s wristlet tumbled his way and he swiped it in passing. He stumbled out into the cold night. Glowy and Sliver had been left behind. He only had Melody in hand and his ’empty’ collar around the neck.

He ran past the lake. An icy breeze hit him. That storm wisp Callidora kept. It wasn’t enough to stop him, although he was instantly freezing.

The night was weirdly bright and kept getting brighter. The moon overhead was gigantic, as if threatening to destroy earth — Callidora’s presence. He felt lighter, his feet not hitting the ground quite as well. Moon gravity?

A splash of cold water rammed into Theo, almost hard enough to knock him off his feet. The bracelet went flying, going farther in the lowered gravity. The water seeped into him, through his flesh, into his nose, mouth, throat.

Suffocating was a really ugly sensation.

He couldn’t see, the water also swimming before his eyes. He reached around himself wildly, not quite panicking but without a plan. Nothing to draw a sigil with, if he even had the time. Not that his V would have been enough to fight off a muse, unless the water was a separate sprite.

Flashes of ideas taken from his own memory and some of Paris’. His master was aware of what was happening to some degree. Could the prince mount a rescue from afar in time?

Theo groped for the wristlet with his last allied Outsider, blind, freezing and with rapidly more and more burning lungs.

Paris’ own panic invaded him. A two way tunnel of association — regret, fear, despair. No detailed rescue plan.

Theo was crawling in Kinsley’s driveway, covered with lunar dust that spread over everything, silver light from the sky taking over his blurry vision, cold water in every orifice.

As far as the naked sub could tell, Paris was forcing himself to calm down, sending comfort, compassion, tempered with more regrets and fear. It maybe helped a bit but Theo was clearly not going to make it. There was nothing to do but crawl forward on the off chance Callidora would let him slip out of her sanctuary.

He… wasn’t suffocating as much anymore. Was it working? He tried to send crumbs of hope into the master-slave connection.

Then Theo realized.

Paris was dying in his place, taking on the suffocation to give Theo a chance. Fuck no. If Theo had had any power over the connection he’d have slammed the tunnel shut. But if the prince was willing to die to buy him a chance he couldn’t stop it. All he could do was use the reprieve to waddle forward, mostly on two legs, half-crawling in the silver dust.

The master sent associations of apology, hope and cats. Cats?

Something dark slammed into Theo and drove the water out.

A gray cat — Midnight — was fighting fiercely with a water imp, a transparent, floating koi.

Theo took a breath and stumbled from dizziness. He had been too blinded to see his vision fade but now his eyes were only adding to his disorientation.

He hobbled, then jogged on wobbly legs to the exit. He swiped Melody off the ground for the second time. The splashy noise of a cat and a koi battling it out faded behind him.

Theo jogged along the tree-lined drive. He’d made it out and Paris knew as much. It might have been fine to stick around and wait for help but Theo wanted to get distance from the cabin. Shouldn’t it have been part of Callidora’s job to wake the three hunks up from their self-inflicted stupor?

The houses were sparse but still lit at this early hour, Halloween decorations everywhere, ranging from ‘mere obligation’ to ‘favorite day of the year’. Luckily no kids were walking around right now.

Every part of his body was in pain tekirdağ escort from the cold. He had to do something about hypothermia.

“Okay then,” Theo said and slipped on the wristlet. “Warm me up, best you can. Whatever V I’ve got left is yours.”

Melody was capable of creating warmth but with an echo-quality to it. Warm waves crept along his body as if big heatpack-snakes traveled on him. It kept him from dying but he was getting wrecked by shivers that never stopped, walking as if the cattle prod was haunting him.

Two gaggles of kids came his way, one on each side of the road. He didn’t have enough V to make his echo-sprite create an illusory, flimsy Halloween costume. Was it worth draining himself for a Veil when there was nothing magical going on? He stood between two streetlights, as hidden as one public post box let him be. Should he walk the other way? Hop over a fence and hide until the kids were gone? Just jog in the middle of the road and hope the adult supervision wouldn’t hunt down a pervert flasher?

A cat landed next to him.

“Midnight! Good baby.”

Theo picked up the cat and gave pats. The hearth sprite didn’t speak — too exhausted from the fight to assume sapient-mode. Fair enough. Didn’t solve his problem, though.

A white BMW overtook the kiddy groups, driving slowly, as if the driver was trying not to overlook any lost, nude, fucked idiots.

Theo stepped into the light, ready to hop back into minor safety if it wasn’t Keith after all.

The warmth-shivering Mirrormaven nearly sagged to his knees with relief when the driver was in fact a frustratingly pretty Vietnamese shaman in all white.

Keith rolled down his window. Instead of the usual cap, he wore a white mask with red markings he’d pulled up to drive. His dangly earring was a crescent moon.

“Déjà vu?”

“Yup,” Theo said and walked around the car. “Different Stygian prince involved but kinda similar trouble.”

Midnight dropped out of Theo’s arms and jumped through the window into the lap of Keith who yelped in surprise.

Theo pulled on the door handle of the passenger side. It was locked. “Uh…”

“His majesty only sent a curt text,” Keith said. “What am I getting you out of and am I getting myself *into* it, too?”

They were standing right under a streetlight. Both groups of costumed kids — and teens — were about to pass him.

“Just open.”

“Just tell me.”

Theo’s shoulders sagged. “Fine. Fuck it. Lunar Tempest was supposed to, like, babysit me while everyone’s doing their pumpkin spice things. Then Kinsley mesmerized Hudson or Ezra, don’t remember, maybe alternating. And the two Primals scented the place. So I got super raped.”

“Oh, wow,” Keith said, his amusement dropping from his face, replaced by concern. Then flashes of amusement broke through. He scrunched up his lips to hide it.

The ‘kids’ were older and rowdier than Theo had first assumed and there were definitely fingers getting pointed at him. Probably phones, too, but he refused to look.

“I tried to get out,” Theo said, “The sanctum keeper took that as an attack and tried to kill me. Paris tried to die instead of me. So I’m sorry his fucking text wasn’t elaborate enough for you. Can you let me the fuck inside now?”

Keith unlocked the car, seemed to search for words while Theo got in, failed and just drove off. Theo turned up the heat.

Five minutes later, the naked man glanced at the driver again for the first time since getting on board. His mask, Theo now saw, was a Kitsune — a Japanese trickster spirit.

There were white kitty cloves in the back where Midnight had rolled up. It was a somewhat lazy costume but stupidly cute.

“So…” Theo started. “You’re going as magic Asian pussy for Halloween?”

Keith’s smirk felt so damn *rewarding* if Theo wasn’t protected by the master-slave bond’s second pair of eyes, he’d have thought Keith was using Melisandre on him. Theo wanted to be mad, but with the near-death shock gone, his all-overriding horniness returned.

“We’re doing a little haunted house thing at Pinerise,” Keith said. “It’s where I’m bringing you, by the way. It’s closest. Paris is coming if I got that right.”

“Cool.”

Keith hummed, trying to find words, eyes on the road. “The lunar dudes, huh? Are they, like, werewolves non grata from now? Not that I even knew them.”

Theo sighed hard. “Not to victim blame myself but… Sex-mancy isn’t without risk.”

Keith grunted. “You’re *that* good, huh? Like, turning upstanding wizards and demihumans into ravaging fuck-monsters.”

Theo shrugged. “Yeah? That’s not even an exaggeration. I’m fine with it happening on purpose. The Primals feel almost like they’re meant to be that way. Fulin’s sure enjoying it.”

Keith light shook his head. “Still not over you grabbing mister jock-douche himself.”

“You don’t think highly of him, huh?”

Keith drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I barely ever talked to him, and I admit I pre-judged, but just to regurgitate what I’ve heard from other people — some guardians protect their loved ones out of nurturing care and some guardians want an excuse to beat people up. Tank was kind of a middle thing to start.”

“Whoever regurgitated that can suck it right back up.”

“Hehe, okay then. Still gonna try staying on Tank’s good side.”

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