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### Sex God Saga 6
### Sex Ed Put To Practice
MONDAY:
Waking up in Fulin’s arms had been lovely, even if they had slept on the floor.
Having lunch with Ai and her son felt awkward at first, leaving Theo tongue tied, but the ‘paramount’ was nothing but sweet and Fulin got downright chatty.
After a moment of quiet Chop Suey munching, Ai said, “Theo, I think you have two priorities now. Building power and gaining some control of your inherent ability.”
“True,” Theo said. “There’s a painting group at Ivory Haven. Partly for veneration and to create vessels for muses, but partly to generate V, I think. The Vibrancy kind.”
Blinky landed on the tip of his chopstick.
Ai nodded. “I’m all for it, but shamans all greedily absorbing ambient V leaves little for each one. We Primals are tied to Vigor from whatever ancient Ephemerian pacts created us in pre-history. I think we should be able to help you.”
“I’ll do it,” Fulin said. “Liang’s going to take over some of the babysitting.”
“Is that okay?” Theo looked between mother and son. “He’s… you’re the Broodguard, should you go do other things?”
“Yes,” Ai said. “Tank is a Broodguard but he’s also the alpha. A potential successor to the Wild Mother one day.”
Fulin groped Theo’s thigh. “I’m a protector first of all. And you’re in more danger than little Gracelynn. If anything, I’m in danger from *her* – that menace.”
“And if Tank chooses to work with you,” Ai said, “you have the most reliable Primal at your side you can find. Enjoy it.”
Theo smiled to himself. “Can I just say I find it cute how you call him Tank?”
Ai gave a half-shrug, looking at her almost empty glass. “His request. I also find it cute how you apparently get to call him by his birth name. It’s been a while since someone in this house whispered ‘Fulin’.”
“I… w-when did I…”
She looked the blond shaman in the eyes. “A paramount tends to have good ears.”
Blinky took off like he wanted to escape.
### ### ###
There was quick chatter among Agrippa’s Convent — relayed by Keith — about moving Theo to some sanctuary long term, but for now he was considered safe enough above the Smiling Panda.
For the next few days of his vacation from Ground Up, the name of the game was amassing power.
Monday was booked with painting and sculpting at Ivory Haven, where he met a few more members of the female shaman order — the Conjunction of Cassia. He also got to pet the uni-deer Ascelin again.
Ivory Haven’s second floor was dedicated to workshops, the third floor being a library — mostly internal documents rather than books — and topped off with a floor of overnight quarters. It was meant for the strike force but there’d be a bed for him in an emergency.
TUESDAY:
Theo found time to take care of his personal tasks. He finished unpacking, although he continued to mostly live out of boxes, and stocked his place as best his budget let him. Then he had a beginner karate lesson with Leo.
His nights were spent jerking off multiple times, thinking about Paris, Fulin and fantasizing about Keith. He remained in contact with Paris – just generic “how was your day” texts.
The shaman felt the need to mention the sexcapade with Fulin before the Stygians learned of it elsewhere. Paris’ mere perfunctory acknowledgement made obvious how desperately he wanted more, which made Theo want more in turn.
Or maybe the prince was curt because he didn’t actually want to waste time on Theo and just felt a bit guilty.
WEDNESDAY:
His first gym day in nearly two weeks.
The Body Changer’s was a three story gym mere steps from the Smiling Panda with a few smaller locations across Harpersfield. Mako Yoshida brought Theo along.
The Primal Forgedancer wore a tight yellow shirt and black shorts. His hair was in a little ponytail again. Headphones in toxic green hung around his neck.
Theo’s gym shirt had been torn by Horrorbunny so he went in a normal, blue tee and the usual sweatpants.
The place wasn’t totally packed but there were enough men and women to let Theo start filling his V supply with ambient Vigor immediately.
Most people were Asian as the place was right across Chinatown.
“There’s Primals here,” Mako whispered over the generic music, leaning in. “I’ll introduce you to any I see. Probably all Dusk Howlers. The Green Dawn guys have something closer to their HQ and the Lunar Tempest doesn’t often come this far into town.”
“Gotcha. No more Knowing-talk from here, I assume?”
“Unless you want to burn V to keep a glamour going.”
Theo instinctively patted his pocket where Blinky rested after being coaxed into a little drawing of a firefly surround by inviting Atlas Glyph squiggles.
Mako first introduced him to the gym owner and Dusk Howler paramount, Joshua Khan. The somewhat taller guy around 30 was hunky, filling out his staff shirt. He had Mongolian script tattooed along the arm.
Joshua was friendly enough but had to manage the gym taşova escort so after getting Theo’s ID, the shaman and his guide moved on.
The Dusk Howler alpha was at the gym and easy to spot. Mako didn’t even have to point him out.
Jun Ho was a bodybuilder, bigger than anyone else at the place, a bit taller than Theo. Headphones sat on his shaved head, above the ears. His crazy wide frame was covered with a loose, black shirt. He wore shorts so short his lower body looked naked, titanic thighs bared.
Theo had a hard time not constantly staring at the legs. They weren’t as beautifully proportioned as Fulin’s beefy, bulging legs had been but they were stunning in their sheer size. A few rings were tattooed around the right calve, and a dumbbell was visible on the bicep when he raised his arm.
Jun introduced himself as ‘bodybuilder, rapper and trainer’ with a loud voice and a slight mumble.
The pants-less looking meathead was incredibly friendly, his voice constantly a bit louder than appropriate. He took over from Mako as Theo’s personal trainer as if he’d been born for it.
The blond shaman had planned to return to training slowly, doing a gentle whole-body day once a week. Within five minutes of assessing him, Jun had sketched out a three-day split and who was Theo to say no?
Absolutely everybody seemed to know Jun — and like him — so it took a while for Theo to figure out that the unassuming, quite, slightly Asiatic woman was hanging around their little group on purpose. She had faint red streaks in her cropped hair, tight yoga pants over a firm butt and mostly looked at her phone.
“Uh, Mako, who is that?” Theo said during a break while Jun was tearing up the squat machine. It remained hard not to look at the legs. Had it not been for the quick flashes of black shorts, it would have been easy to believe the hunk’s dick was hanging free under the shirt.
“The girl? Vienna. Honorary D.H. from out of town.” –D.H. meaning Dusk Howler- “I haven’t talked to her much. She’s on and off dating Jun and Joshua.”
“At the same time?”
“No, kinda going back and forth.”
“Drama?”
“Not really. Very casual. Oh, there’s the bros. I should introduce you before Jun makes you expand the last drop of energy.”
Theo walked after Mako’s handsome frame. He felt drained and he’d be aching all over his torso tomorrow, but he could sense the gentle, welcome heft of a V storage within him, wherever he focused the sensation.
Maybe it would be enough to seal a demonic sprite away. V storage had no gauge, so it was hard to say.
The ‘bros’ were Aaron and Duke Kim. Two years apart, in their early twenties.
Both were physique builders by hobby, more slender and pretty than trying to be massive. It worked greatly on Theo. Knowing how much insanity-pleasure he could cause with a second of cocksucking made him constantly think about sex in ways he hadn’t before.
Aaron Kim was pretty enough to make Theo forget about Keith for a bit. He’d used his permanent metamorphosis to change his face, which according to Mako, was easy to get terribly wrong and was generally discouraged. Aaron had gotten it right. He wore a cap and had an earring with a tiny silver chain dangling off it.
Theo introduced himself.
“Aaron,” the hottie said and leaned in to whisper over the music. “Bloomdancer. Report to me if anyone’s giving you trouble.”
“Thanks,” Theo said as Aaron stepped back again. “Will do. Everyone’s lovely though.”
“Cool. This kid is my little brother, Duke.”
Duke put the dumbbells down and rose from the bench. He gave his brother a knee kick to the butt.
Duke wasn’t as ridiculously pretty but handsome enough Theo would have loved to spend time with him. He was fake blond, his short hair standing up. He had snake bites and his arm showed a few tattoos of birds, flowers and Chinese characters.
Mako was listening to his own music, leaving Theo to fend for himself. The Korean brothers showed Theo dumbbell exercises — Duke was a certified personal trainer — which weren’t part of Jun’s intended routine for him but Jun was swarmed by friends, talking loudly to them.
Theo stayed with the Kims and did everything they told him to, which was sadly just exercises.
### ### ###
The minuscule air-wobble of a faint Veil dragged itself past Theo’s face. Aaron leaned in from behind, close enough that Theo could smell his heated body.
“Primal or conjurer?” Aaron asked.
“Second one,” Theo said. He tried to breathe a little deeper without giving himself away.
“Makes sense,” Aaron said. “You’d have been quite the rarity. I was just wondering since… you moved in with Mako, right?”
“Not moved in. Neighbors.”
“Yeah, what I meant.”
‘But I wish,’ the shaman added in thought.
“Are you new in Harpersfield? New in Concordia?”
“No, I just had to move after… an incident.” Theo was glad his sexy predicament wasn’t common knowledge with every single tavşanlı escort member of the Knowing community yet.
Aaron stepped back a bit, having finished the topic Baseliners were not supposed to hear. “Ever been to Neon Sin?”
“No. What’s that?”
“A club at Marine Drive. We’re going on Saturday. I can put you on the list for the lounge for… you know, us folk.”
“Wow, thanks. I’ll be there. We should exchange numbers.”
Theo and Aaron traded phones. The bloomdancer put his little brother’s number in as well. Was that a set up? Was Duke into him and just too shy?
Theo glanced at the tattooed, handsome PT at the dip rack just to see him ogle a teen girl doing lunges. Well so much for that delusional fantasy. Not that he could complain about a lack of action.
### ### ###
“Hey Mako. Mako!”
Theo tapped the Primal on the bare shoulder and Mako took his headphones off. “Yeah?”
“I’m done for today. My arms are on fire if I raise them. Anyway, are you going to Neon Sin on Saturday, too?”
“Sure. I was going to take you.”
“Oh, cool. I got an invite from the bros already.”
“Where are you going now? I’m supposed to keep an eye on you.”
“Tank’s place.”
It felt too awkward calling him ‘Fulin’. It was embarrassing enough that their incident had been reported to Ai and the order. At least it hadn’t leaked yet.
“For what?” Mako asked.
“Training.”
“I thought you’re exhausted.”
“Meditation,” Theo lied.
### ### ###
Theo came back to his apartment to find a tall black man in a tailored, casual suit with a leopard pattern on the lapel and a colorful, half open shirt. Linen shorts showed off toned legs. He leaned on Theo’s door frame.
Patterns on the fade, a fluffy green scarf.
“Oh, Mister Bellerose.”
“Damien,” the crown prince of the Onyx dynasty said and smiled.
“Sure, Damien. What are you- Do you want to come inside? I’m not done unpacking.”
“Just for a second, if I may.”
They entered a space that felt instantly crammed with Damien’s frame standing between the towers of boxes yet to be empties. But there were kitchen chairs to sit on.
“I’m here for a few reasons,” Damien said as they sat. “First, Paris. He wasn’t sure you’d ever want to see him after, uh.” He waved his hand. “But he won’t stop talking about you so I offered to mediate.”
“I’ll see him anytime,” Theo said. “I’m just not a fan of his leaking our… encounter.”
Damien’s smiles widened. “I was taken by surprise, too. He’s not usually such a blabber mouth. You seem to have done a lot of- Not that I’m *blaming* you. But he’s not been so obsessed with anyone since, maybe ever?”
Theo felt oddly good hearing that. But he wasn’t going to confess his crush to his crush’s brother. He felt an awkward silence coming up.
“Um, would you like a glass of water? Don’t have anything else.”
“It’s fine,” Damien said, looking at the messy kitchen counter. “Do you need those crumbs for anything? An offering for a wisp?”
“No, that’s just from my toast.”
Damien reached into his scarf and pulled it off. It turned into a brown mouse. “This is Alice. Say hi.”
Alice sniffed the air. Damien placed her on the counter. “There you go. Munch munch. So, Theo, you wouldn’t mind if Paris called you up? Took you somewhere nice?”
“N-no, that’d be great.”
“Perfect.”
Damien relaxed. He hadn’t seemed shy or anxious but he’d been sitting politely and now reclined, his legs spreading as a reaction. The shorts pulled up a bit, freeing the knees and bunching up at the crotch. Theo tried not to glance at the Stygian’s legs or dick but he was still dizzied from all the Primal hunks.
“Second thing,” Damien said. “We found your birth parents. Seemingly unremarkable folk. You were born in Harpersfield, CN, United States, but they lived in Europe before and are there again. Leylani found nothing that would explain your predicament.”
“Okay, that’s… something.”
Damien let his legs drop even farther apart, a hand resting on his thigh. “Disappointed you’re not the heir to a secret magic kingdom?”
“Ha.”
“You got a magic prince obsessing over you, so that might still be in the cards.”
“I-” Theo started and giggled without meaning to.
“Third thing, can I recap what I’ve heard and you correct me? So, you’re not possessed by a muse or anything weaker. Cutting you off from divine power does nothing so you’re not being fed by a god from up high. And yet, there’s something in you so you can’t solve the problem by getting yourself a muse to live inside you.”
“Sounds about right.”
Damien leaned in, frowning. “Not to put on a tinfoil hat but this sounds engineered for something specific. Maybe there’s some entity that is supposed to possess you. Although prepped flesh vessels are usually covered in markings or stuck to a context.”
“Ah.”
“Leylani is still looking. She loves a good mystery.”
Theo’s tekirdağ escort phone beeped. “Oh, sorry. I have an appointment. It’s related, actually. I might be able to control these powers. Maybe.”
Damien rose with his smile turning into a smirk. “Paris would climb the walls if so.”
### ### ###
Fulin’s old room in his mom’s house had not prepared Theo for what a mess Fulin’s apartment was.
Although ‘mess’ was maybe too harsh a word since it was reasonably clean and there wasn’t that much stuff. But everything the muscleman owned was out in a random place. Stringer tops, protein powder, frilly clutter from some previous girlfriend.
Fulin had made space in the living room by shoving everything in a circle to the sides.
“Dude, I’ve not done summoning in so long,” Fulin said. “I feel like I’m going cross eyed. But yeah, I can see Blinky now. I guess I’m ready.”
“I guess I’m too?” Theo said and looked at the altar.
They were alone — considering what they were planning — but they needed an expert in, well, sex magic.
The altar was a wood stool holding two silver bowls and an incense stick smoking between them. In each bowl was a crumpled up tissue filled with the seed of Theo and Fulin respectively — spilled at midnight in their own beds each. The Primal had drawn Atlas Glyphes in chalk around them – seemingly Chinese characters scribbled with little practice.
Fulin navigated the internet on his TV and pulled up the first, hourlong gay orgy compilation he found, demonstratively focusing elsewhere. He muted the orgy and put on instrumental dance music.
“You volunteered, right?” Theo asked.
Fulin huffed with a smirk. “Your ass volunteered me. If there’s the slightest chance I can stick my fat cock into you again, I’ll make anything happen.”
Theo resisted the urge to swallow and looked at his phone. “So, building a beacon for this one should involve sex already being underway. And nudity.”
Fulin pulled his clothes off in a single fluid motion. No underwear. His dick was soft but stupidly big. Theo struggled to undress half as fast.
The Primal alpha sat on his knees next to Theo, in touching range. “We’ll have to make do, since I can’t fuck you without going crazy. Can’t even let you suck my dick.”
“You could…” Theo nodded down at his own dick, which felt bizarrely small by comparison.
“Fuck no. Not a chance. With a gun to my head, maybe. Jerk off.”
Theo put down paper and started drawing a random doodle, making it more and more elaborate. He imbued it with a bit of V and turned it into an atlas glyph, calling a muse of sex — also known as an incubus.
He jerked himself with the other hand, slowly to keep his drawing hand steady. Fulin was looking at nothing in particular while rubbing his dick with both hands as it quickly grew to two-sodas size. The blond shaman noted that the muscleman liked to fondle his own balls and rub his thighs.
Theo felt his V supply getting sucked out of him. He didn’t have practice pacing the trickle.
A tiny figure appeared in the smoke of the incense burner — a bull’s head.
“I’m one designated an incubus, muse of sexual pleasure,” the spectral vessel said.
“Perfect,” Fulin said and let his dick drop. “You got a name?”
“I have been called Morax, Naamah, Minotaurus, Sex-beast, Pharzuph, dark angel of-“
“Okay, okay. Here’s the deal, incubus guy…”
### ### ###
Sitting naked across from an equally naked Fulin was pretty bad for Theo’s concentration. He just wanted to worship the wide torso with all its flexing bumps, the comically big erection and hanging balls, and the thighs that kept touching his.
He placed his hands on the warm pecs again, feeling the alpha giving a playful flex.
“This time,” Fulin said. “This is the one. You got this.”
With his heart melting, Theo tried to let his inherent power flow like when he was feeding V to Blinky. The little bug had been crawling on a window last he’d seen.
Theo felt something stir in him that was like V but not V and-
Fulin jolted and whimpered. Theo pulled his hands away and the Primal crunched up, fingers shooting to his nipples, his face contorted in great exertion. “Hggghfuuu-” He straightened with a deep inhale. “Holy shit, fuck yes!”
Fulin slapped his hands down on his thighs. His erection bobbed. “That’s the one. Sex, now, fuck me.”
Theo crawled backward. “Wait, that’s not the plan. Fulin. Ful- Tank? Stop.”
Fulin dropped back onto his legs. “Ugh. Shit. Okay, that was full power. Try a little less.”
Theo glanced to the silently observing incubus. “Incubus? Is it safe to keep going?”
“Try a *lot* less,” the sex muse said.
“I *was* trying,” Theo said. “Okay, just a bit.”
He placed his hands on Fulin’s pecs and tried to just feed a tiny bit of his ability into the massive Asian. Nothing happened.
“What now, Incu?” Fulin asked.
“Suck his dick,” Incu said. “Your power will flow automatically, letting you focus on reeling it back in.
“I’m not sur-“
Fulin grabbed Theo by the hair and pushed him down. “Suck, faggot.”
Theo was horny enough to make bad decisions, but Incu was the expert, right?
The shaman felt the Primal’s body stiffen at what was apparently indescribable pleasure. He tried to ‘reel in’ even if he wasn’t sure what.
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