Sex God Saga

### Sex God Saga 12

### Party Hard, Fuck Harder

Still SUNDAY:

Theo would have accepted being under 'house arrest' or getting stored in the Mage Tower and chatting with whoever was playing music for Ascelin today or maybe meeting some random muses.

But the Onxy Skies invited him over, so Keith dropped him off at the darkest among the towers piercing the skyline of Harpersfield.

It was his first time entering through the lobby by himself. Leylani fetched him. She was dressed more for a party than business, light silver bands woven into her cornrows, a formfitting dress under a dark, flowy gown.

They ascended to the 25th floor, where the Stygians tended to hold council, and Theo was led into a small lounge overlooking the square.

"So Theo," Leylani started. "I can call you Theo, right?" She appeared to summon a notebook from thin air and leaved through it. "This is Calendar, my familiar. Or the familiar of whoever is steward. It keeps information from prying eyes. Damien mentioned we found your birth parents?"

"Yes, ma'am. They're apparently... unremarkable Europeans."

"Baseliners, pretty sure. So we're not going to push too much. But I found *something* pertaining to the Mysterium." Her polite, minimal smile grew into a softer expression. "Would you rather know more about them or not?"

"Not really? Not right now at least."

She took it in stride. "In that case... A few years before your birth, your bio-father was good friends with a known, white Stygian. Felix Nilsson from Copenhagen. And I mean really good friends. Bank records show he lent your bio-father serious sums a few times, likely for rent and heating bills. And he seems to have traveled to your bio-parents location several times. We don't know how they met initially but... I'm not sure how to say this."

Theo stayed quiet but gave an encouraging nod.

"Your bio-father is blond but... so was Felix. His financial aid intensified after you were born. And he's dead now. Maybe he just moved to a different host and went off the record but there's a grave and... I'm not sure how much you know about Stygians creating descendants but it's a tricky process that can cost more than one of us can give."

"You think he... I'm a Stygian?"

"It's a stretch, I admit, but if he felt guilty for using your bio-parents like this, probably tricking your official bio-father." She wiggled her hand. "You might be a... botched transfer."

She let him stew for a moment before continuing. "Would you like to try unlocking your abilities, *if* they exist?"

"Sure. Can't hurt. Or, wait, *does* it hurt?"

Leylani laughed for the first time. "Depends."

"On?"

"If you can make your teacher go gentle on you."

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Floor 21. Theo was just out the elevator and Paris opened his apartment door, wearing slacks and a fully open shirt with gold buttons. His hair was tied up by a gold-thread scrunchy.

"Hey cutie," the prince said, leaning on his own door. "I heard you had a tough day so far. Tell me how to make it better."

Theo slipped his hands under the shirt, around Paris' waist. "I can tell what *you're* in the mood for."

He pushed the prince into the apartment while kissing passionately.

Paris pushed him off with a chuckle. "Damn, that worked a little too well on you, huh?"

"Not to make this weird but getting demon raped riles me up and I haven't found the time to jerk o- Hi Damien!"

Paris laughed and led Theo by the small of his back into the living room.

Damien sat on the sofa with legs far apart. The slightly taller, broader built Stygian wore a leopard pattern silk shirt and artfully torn jeans.

"So I heard you might be one of us," Damien said. "If a little wonky."

Theo shrugged. "Your steward seems to think so."

The crown prince patted the spot next to him. "Shouldn't be so hard to teach you a thing or two."

Theo sat down, Paris dropped next to him, his arm around the backrest and gently brushing Theo's neck.

"Mesmerizing," Damien started, "And noosphere sight are inherent powers so they should be no more difficult to access than your so called 'pulse'."

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Any attempt to mesmerize was a failure. Theo couldn't command Paris to so much as close his eyes. The prince kept revenge-mesmerizing the shaman, though. Theo had involuntarily taken off his shirt enough times that Damien eventually told his brother off.

By contrast, Theo saw into the noosphere within a minute.

The room seemed tinged in gray, with only the Stygians emanating impressions, like colors. Not colors Theo could have put a name to -- it was just his closest metaphor.

"Great," Damien said. "You can now perceive emotions, motives and drives. The more people there are, having the same feelings or motivations, the more obvious it's going to be and the more anyone who feels differently will stick out."

Paris put his hand on Theo's thigh. "It takes practice to know what you're seeing exactly. Can you guess what drives me right now?"

"Guessing you're horny."

"Bingo."

Theo looked over at Damien. "You're, uh, am I overlooking something or..."

"Nope," Damien said with a chuckle. "I'm horny, too. Paris had sung your praises enough I'm at least curious. I'd rather you weren't a guy, but apparently you convinced Tank to jump teams."

"I... That's a compliment or..."

Paris' hand moved up to Theo's crotch. "An invitation, dummy. Do you want to? No obligations but we can both tell it excites you."

"Hey, no f-fair," Theo said. "Don't noosphere-scan me like that. A-are you two okay with that?"

Damien gave a shrug and grunt. "We've not shared someone before but we've been... in the same room. Fucking different people."

"Um, o...kay?"

The crown prince picked up his scarf of faded green linen and balled it up in his hand where it turned into a brown mouse. "Alice, honey, you keep an eye out."

"Will do," the mouse said with the voice of a girl and hopped off the hand to race onto a bookshelf across the room.

Theo was already getting stripped by Paris and returned the favor. Quickly, the blond shaman sat naked between the Bellerose heirs who were down to their underwear. All three erections were hard or getting there.

Damien traced Theo's collarbones. "I can't do this with any chicks cause I can't ask Baseliners for magic consent. Can I mesmerize you?"

"Sure," Theo said. "Didn't make it less fun last time."

Damien paused. "Paris dazzled you before? Okay then." He leaned in, pulling his Calvin Klein boxers down. "Suck me."

Theo slipped off the sofa, onto his knees and took the dickhead in his mouth. The dick was comparable to Paris' but more upward bent. He'd have to be on his back to take it in comfortably but his attention had been narrowed. He didn't have a care besides the crown prince's dick. Oh and his balls, too.

The shaman pressed his face into the black abs and gagged his way down. He was slowly slickening it enough to bob halfway each time. His fingers gripped Damien's thighs, wandering to and from his balls. He was slowly getting-

Something pulled him away with some force. Right, Paris was there. The prince had slipped Theo's dazed mind.

The world came into focus again.

Damien was quivering as if he was freezing, hands half raised, an expression of terror on his face. A tear rolled down his cheek. "H-holy fuck. Holy *fuck*. Holy. Fuck."

Paris gave Theo a pat on the head. "Maybe we don't mesmerize for now if that makes our little twink forget to hold back."

Damien managed to get a nod through the quivering. "A-agreed. Fuck."

"I'm sorry," Theo said.

Paris laughed. "I'm not. Bro brought this on himself. Okay, bottom bitch. Time to take this to the bedroom."

Alice the mouse jumped ahead while the three men went to Paris' generous bed. The prince put a white and gold leather collar on the bottom and matching cuffs around his ankles.

Damien facefucked Theo from above and now that the shaman was on his back he could semi-comfortably take the curved dick with little retching.

The crown prince was pinning Theo down by the neck so the bottom didn't dare give more than first gear. Something slipped along his legs, pulled by Paris. He was being put into a jockstrap. His dick poked over the pouch hem.

Paris hooked chains to the ceiling and soon Theo's legs were rising and getting spread.

"I'm going to use lube," Paris said. "I know you don't need it but I wonder if that makes it more comfortable."

Theo could only give a thumbs up. He ass got invaded by what had to be Paris' dick. Damien now kneeled on the bottom's biceps so his arms were as pinned down as his legs were tied apart.

He tested second gear. The facefuck stayed rhythmic enough to let him breathe so he stuck to that level.

Paris went wilder than his older brother, slapping with his hands, pinching, even biting Theo's nipples. The bottom's dick obediently softened into the pouch even though his lust increased.

He knew the Bellerose men would have been able to go for hours like this but he eventually felt too short on breath. He lowered his power output and tapped the bedsheets.

Damien pulled out. "Yeah?"

Theo coughed. "Can my throat get a break?"

"Ah, sorry. I usually check the noosphere to give my sex partners what they need before they know they need it. But you're... fucking distracting."

Paris pulled out, too. "Trade me, bro. I need some tools anyway."

Damien scooted around and fucked Theo's ass, holding the bottom's legs stable and pounding with hip thrusts. He looked so pleased, yet so powerful, Theo was almost annoyed by how much lust he experienced.

He felt comfortable using his higher tiers of power and enjoyed the spasms of shock and pleading joy racing across Damien's expression.

Paris returned with a cat o' nine tails whip. "A little more sensation, slut?"

"You always know just what I want, sir."

The Stygian's switched Theo's leg chains and turned him around. Some pillows under his torso made sure he stayed stable with his legs pulled up and apart behind him.

Paris kneeled in front of Theo so the bottom had no choice but to take the cleaned dick in his mouth, face to crotch. It wasn't as deep a blowjob so Theo could just hold still and let the prince rub off on his tongue.

Then the whip came down.

Theo could make Paris stop by going max level. Otherwise he was getting a competently distributed pattern of hits. Eventually, Paris drizzled oil on Theo's back and massaged the sore spots which was as much relief as torture. Then the whip came back. The pain was close to Theo's limit now.

Damien was getting more creative, too. He reached under Theo for nipple pinches, slapped his jockstrap-clad balls and dragged his fingers along the thighs. But he also nibbled Theo's toes. Not even Fulin had gotten into something so gay.

They were interrupted about two hours later by squeaking. Alice was telling them to stop.

Theo reached first into Damien, then Paris and made them orgasm. Their climax was as easy to induce as blowing dust off a surface.

Two grips tightened. One on Theo's thighs, one on his pecs. Two uncontrolled screams.

Paris cumshot filled Theo's mouth. He let it flow past his lips onto the sheets.

"Fuck," Damien said, defeated and spanked Theo's sore ass cheeks one last time.

"Fuck indeed," Paris said and sank back. "Half an hour to get ready and I feel like dropping."

Damien flexed his biceps -- Theo had to twist to see it. "You'll liven up once you're up there. Excuse me, I gotta get ready."

Paris undid Theo's chains. "Care to join me in the shower for some wet cuddles? Man, I could go for another five rounds right away."

"Yes to shower," Theo said and rolled onto his side. "Yes to cuddles. No to five more rounds."

Paris laughed. "Honestly. With what you can do, *you* should be the one giving *us* aftercare."

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The shower was the most luxurious one Theo had ever enjoyed.

Paris had spare clothes for Theo -- as in specifically tailored to Theo's frame.

The shaman let himself get dressed in a sleeveless black mesh shirt with a rather flimsy jacket over it that matched tight white jeans.

Paris dressed in a slightly transparent, black shirt and gold pants. He wore more jewelry than usual, his short dreadlocks raised in a clasp that was almost a tiny crown.

They ate at the apartment -- something with a name too French for Theo to memorize -- then Paris painstakingly put on gold lipstick and eyeliner to match his nails.

"Ready to absorb some Vibrancy?" the prince asked.

"You won't mind if I retreat early, would you?"

"Whatever you feel like. Midnight's going to give you the coziest slumber."

The cat meow'd in agreement from top of a bookshelf.

"What kind of party is it? I hope you dressed me to not stand to too much."

"I'm leaving out the collar. This time." Paris stroked Theo's neck. "It's just the typical party for semi high society. The Onyx is fairly popular in some niches. We hire some mid-tier influencers to show up and keep us relevant and their fanbase fills the place to the brim. Works so far."

They entered the elevator and Theo froze. In the mirror, three silhouettes were facing him, eyes glinting.

"Oh," he said. "The Watcher. Starting to hate that guy."

"Yeah," Paris said, drawing out the word. "Don't think the Watcher usually sticks around a person so much. Maybe he's expecting something."

"Not sure I'm going to like whatever it is."

Paris drew him into a loose hug. "Hey, tonight's just a little party. Okay, slut?"

"Are you going to call me that in front of others?"

"Would you be into that?"

Theo paused a little too long.

The prince broke into a wide grin and groped the shaman's ass. "Maybe once the collar is on."

### ### ###

The Onyx' top floor was a rooftop bar. A quarter of it was reserved for staff, other logistics and the elevators that brought them there, leaving a generous L-shape for a DJ booth, bar, grill, standing tables and a few seating areas. Glass ran all the way around, continuing overhead. It could be opened to turn the area into an outdoor space but nights had gotten a bit too chilly.

High braziers of actual flame and electric orange ceiling lanterns shone on gargoyles and half-naked statues.

Theo basically *hoovered up* Vibrancy as he slid through the crowd. His attire didn't stand out, but it wasn't a queer crowd, just a young, wealthy and extravagant one.

Paris pointed out Chase Powell, the biracial Stygian with neck tats who was dressed in a black suit -- acting as security.

Theo checked if any Baseliners were in hearing range, or moving their way. "Didn't know the Onyx Skies had Shining Dark guys working for them.

Paris grabbed Theo by the shoulder and seemed to be looking for someone. "Multiple truly independent covens per city are a rarity. The Shining Dark is, you could say, on our payroll. Their Arch-duke should be here."

"Arch-duke?"

"It's a bit tongue-in-cheek. Is he subordinate to Caius or not? Better not restart the quandary. Mo Butler. I think you've heard of him, right?"

Mo was a slender, deep-black guy with a Tarzan look to him, his dreadlocks long and dense. His leather pants and silk shirt hinted at a twinky body but his jaw was so sharp and angular he seemed jock-ish without trying. A feather boa was draped around his shoulders.

"Hey Paris," Mo said, pulling Paris into a bro hug.

"Hey Mo, this is Theo."

"Wouldn't I know it." The 'arch-duke' gave the shaman a long once-over. "That's still your type, huh? There's one of those at every corner."

Paris held Theo close. "Watch it, Mo. This boy isn't a random bitch who's tossed himself at me to get up here."

"Oooh," Mo made. "Wedding bells ringing?"

Paris started pulling Theo away. "He's never heard of moderation, sorry, Theo. He'll get more bearable with alcohol."

"I wasn't going to drink that much," Theo said.

"I meant Mo," Paris said. "He's feisty when sober at a party. It's hilarious when Chase has to kick him out for drinking too little. Give it time."

The Bellerose family practically ambushed them, surrounding Theo and Paris by a glass front that overlooked all of town.

Caius wore more casual clothes now, but still in stark cyan and with Dia, the white rose broche, on his chest. Damien had put on a sequin shirt, half open. His mouse familiar was a small, loose scarf. With them was the queen, Bianca Bellerose.

She'd been born in 1874, as the daughter of slaves. Her parents had been Stygians and sacrificed enough of themselves to allow her to be born that they had died after barely more than a human lifespan. Where the king wore cyan, Bianca was dressed in red, from the high heels to the earrings.

"Theo, glad to finally meet you," the queen said.

"Likewise, ma'am."

"I assume Paris is taking good care of you?"

"He is, ma'am."

"I was so hoping he'd find a Knowing boyfriend. And now you've wrapped my little Damien around your finger, too."

"I..."

"Mom," Damien said, looking shocked.

She chuckled and waved him off. "My sons can handle themselves. I further assume you won't cause problems on purpose, Theo? It is easy to forget for your people, but my sons are much more mature than they may look, and sometimes act."

"Mom," Paris said, looking a bit angry. "No threats. Please."

Theo tried to look into the noosphere but the party goers were clogging his vision with their fun, anxiety, and horniness.

Noosphere reading translated other people's feelings into terms familiar to Theo, so it was like having to interpret his own thoughts and habits randomly popping into his mind. It was a lot like reading someone else's Atlas glyphs.

Bianca's effect on the noosphere felt eerily ordered, like a lake too calm for its size, a shelf refusing to strain under a never-ending row of books, and the gaze of a stern teacher all at once. She carried the wisdom suitable for her age and was ready to spring it on her charges.

"Then, son, may I introduce your shaman friend to your grandmother?"

Bianca gestured behind her. An African woman, looking 50-something with white hair, wearing an elegant dress with gold stitching and big hoop earrings.

She stood by a brazier, more flame-lit than the people standing near her. She remained out of earshot but her eyes were on Theo.

"That's Mila," Paris said. "She's over 300 years old, which is extreme even for a Stygian. Her familiar's in that brazier, I think. Arri, also known as Sparky."

"Over 300?" Theo asked. "She's seen a lot, huh?"

Damien lightly shook his head. "Don't talk to her about it. She's come here on a ship where not many passengers made it, if you know what I mean. She's not going to like you."

"Oh come on," Caius said. "Don't act like she's that unreasonable."

"Okay," Damien said with a smirk. "Being fair. She doesn't like *anyone*."

Bianca playfully crossed her arms. "I see. An hour with Theo and you're siding with him over family." She gave the shaman an overacted once-over. "That good, huh?"

Theo had no idea what to say.

Paris pulled him away, while looking back at his family. "Keep it down with the hazing. He's easily frazzled."

"I'm n-n-n-not," Theo started. "Am I?"

"Honey, we can all see your emotions. You may not be blushing but you're a firework in my eyes."

Theo smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. "That's unintentionally a really romantic thing to say."

"What do you mean unintentional. I'm seducing you on purpose. Oh, last one, Uncle Bart."

A middle aged, black man in expansive clothes, his hands on the back of a brown woman. He had short hair and a small chin beard. He nodded at Paris, then Theo but didn't come toward them.

"Bartholomew Bellerose," Paris said. "Businessman from Africa. Bought his way into being a Stygian."

"What?"

Paris shrugged. "If you're semi-immortal but you can't take care of your family of mortals... Not sure how it went but Bart's technically younger than me, there's just a *lot* from the previous guy in him."