Chapter 43: Woe To My Most Cherished Sun
After 5 days of satisfying Kol, Kafi, Marcus, Sebastian and Mason, Max had to rest for a whole day to recover — And even then, his ability to walk was still… er, missing, leading Maximus yet another day of resting inwhich Max spent abed.
Unfortunately, the men didn't seem to get that it was a rest day…
Max laid against the headboard of his bed, glaring at the 5 shirtless men who were using his bedroom as a workout room, doing various workouts in competition to one another. Pushups, pullups, running in place, situps and other workout routines — all at super speed for the vampires, at impressive speeds for the werewolf and just as dedicated for the siphoner and witch.
Max didn't care that they were using his room as a workout room. The view was amazing and did things to him that should be illegal. Marcus even put up a "Field of Strain" for the werewolf and vampires to tire easily and sweat more — It had no true effect on the witches or siphonners with baseline human physiology in its range aside from making workouts just a tad bit more physically draining and working up more of a sweat.
But that wasn't the issue.
No, the issue was that their compounded, sweaty scent of pure masculinity was making Max have some serious trouble keeping the Omega Pheromone Rune in check.
Don't get him wrong, the sight was beautiful. Five muscular, young, beautiful men shirtlessly using your room as an indoor gym? That's a divine sight to behold. If true Heaven ever existed for Maximus, such a sight would be one of its main aspects.
No. The issue?
The issue was the compounded scent of manliness that had the Rune slowly but surely rearing its head — And this is AFTER Max had already told the 5 men his current greatest weakness. And they were taking complete advantage of such a weakness!
Not that Max minded much, but still!
'The scent… its too much,' Max's already superior sense of smell couldn't take it anymore. 'Fuck it. I know Kol planned this as vengeance, but I can't fight it much longer.'
Max, dressed in one of Mason's oversized shorts and Kai's Horror Jason pajama pants, got his feet and made his way over to the men that were currently torturing him.
He was shaking with… Rage? Annoyance? Arousal? Horniness? A need to taste all these flavors again? Max couldn't be sure. Maybe all?
First, Max made his way to Mason, who was using the pullup bar that was hooked up to his closet archway. He was dressed only in a pair of black gym shorts, his white sleeveless tee hanging outside his back pocket. He was sweaty and had a midly thick spatter of hair along his chest, a nicely built treasure trail leading to a perfect V-line of hair right above his sacred section.
Upon seeing Max approach, he did a few more reps, exaggerating effort just to flex more, before dropping down to his feet, an arrogant smirk on his face — One that had Max wanting him to absolutely destroy his every hole.
"Maximus…" Mason wiped his face with his own powerful curls that allowed Max viewege to sweaty, hairy pits that only made Max shudder in even more wanton desire. "You wanted something?"
Instinctively, Max reached for Mason's right pec, feeling the muscle beneath his palm and the werewolf let him, glancing at the others and nodding. Max hadn't even noticed they were closing him in. He was too focused on the food before him.
"Lift your arm," Max commanded, and Mason, knowing he got what he wanted, obeyed. "Good boy."
Max leaned into the pit, sniffing the sweaty, hairy pit like a line of cocaine. He was so lost in the scent of man that by the time he realized the other men had trapped him in a circle, he was too high off Mason's raw scent that he couldn't care anymore. All fight against the Rune was losing and he was content to just give into it right then and there.
"Maximellius…" Sebastian nipped at the side of his neck.
"Maxy…," Kai nipped the other side.
"My little Maximus…" Kol purred the back of his neck.
"Max" Marcus' breath came from another side.
"Just say the word," Mason whispered against his lips. "We'll destroy your holes so deeply, you'll need a week to recover."
Give in, Maximus," Kol urged, breath hot against his neck, causing multiple shudders to travel his spine. "Let us wreck you beyond ruin. Let loose the Rune. You know you want to."
And just like that, Max lost the fight, the battle and the war.
The Rune activated and all the men present felt it, each of their nostrils flaring at once, their eyes instantly being blown wide.
Max wasn't sure who it was who chucked him back unto the bed, but he was too high off pleasure to even find the capability to even guess anyway.
Mason and Kol climbed atop Maximus like he was a jungle jim, bitting, with fangs, at his neck and leaving bite marks that Max willed his body not to heal, while Marcus climbed over them both to insert his 10 inches into Max's more than eager mouth.
Marcus' shaft fit in snugly, with Max using his biokinesis to tighten his throat around the beer-can-thick monstrosity.
GLUCK!
GLUCK!
GLUCK!
"Fuck! You really are just a cocksleeve, huh, Bitch?!" Marcus rolled his hips, forcing Max to swallow more and more of his bbc.
Meanwhile, Mason climbed behind Maximus, until Max wasn't laying on the bed anymore, but Mason himself. Then, after pulling out a plug from his stretched asshole, using the gallons worth of milky seed as lubricant, allowing that lubricant seed to spill out a little before inserting his own shaft yet again into Max's somehow still virgin tight hole while Kol did the same to the cunt Max never did change back.
Suffice to say that another 5 days passed of pleasing these men, with another 3 days to recover.
After the end of the third day, Max created a whole new Rune — "The Rune of Resistance" — A borderline conceptual-level spell that resisted all influences that my conscious & subconscious mind is or isn't aware of.
'It's a perfect counter to the Omega Pheromone Rune,' Max thought privately. 'It will allow me to only activate the rune when I want — like, actually want to — while protecting my mind and soul of its active/passive influences when I don't.'
Max was currently hiking up a massive mountain face in Canada alongside Kol and Mason, who insisted on coming along.
Max even adorned himself with a fresh new fit, too.
A black and ivory noble coat draped over his shoulders like a royal mantle, trimmed in gold and lined with dark fur around the collar. Beneath it he wore layered formalwear fitted close to his body — elegant enough for nobility, yet practical enough for battle should it be required. Golden chains and embroidered details decorated the outfit without making it overly flashy, while white boots with black and gold trimmings completed the look.
Max's specially crafted and meticulously enchanted katana rested against his back — the only reminder that, beneath the regal appearance, stood someone genuinely dangerous.
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And, in addition to the cloak, Max created a bubble around the 3 of them that moderated the temperature of their bodies, helping in the regulation.
"Can I ask why you're dressed like that?" Mason inquired, mid-climb. "I mean, its stylish — and definitely kind of hot on you, but why? And how do you even have it? Where did it come from?"
Max side-eyed the beta, taking note of the black jeans, black longsleeve and sneakers he wore. The outfit really brought out his physique and had Max wanting get railed right then and there.
Beside Mason, Kol was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a longsleeve white t-shirt in addition to orange-bronze pair of boots. The fit fit him perfectly — in every way.
'Fuck, these men make me want stop everything just to get fucked into oblivion,' Max cried internally, feeling the Omega Pheromone Rune begin to stir to life... Only for the Rune of Resistance to force its effects to go mute. 'Gods, creating that rune did me an epic solid.'
"Because cloaks are awesome and deserve to be back in fashion," Maximus answered as the three trekked onward. "As for where these came from or how they came to be, I made them. You all made me bedridden for 3 whole days. I needed the distraction, so I taught myself how to design and craft aesthetic-wear."
"In 3 days?" Mason was shocked.
Max shrugged. "I was bored."
"You never cease to impress, my little witch," Kol smiled warmly at Max. A truly genuine and beautifully true smile that had Max damn near swooning.
Max had to hide his blush at the thoughts that smile evoked.
They continued their hike for another few hours before reaching a cave on the side of the Mountain — A cave that didn't allow them to enter... Or, rather, didn't allow Mason or Kol to despite Kol trying every spell in his 1,000 years worth of experience, to no avail.
Max could enter though.
And that's what he did, assuring his men to stay out there and wait for him to return.
Brushing past the cave entrance, Max walked deeper into its darkness, stopping before a pair of large, bronze doors that had runic embroiderments and glyphic incantations in a forgotten language Max could only read/translate because he assimilated Qetsiyah — Aramaic.
" 'Woe to my most cherished Sun' ," Max translated. "I feel the 'Sun' is so similar to 'Son', but, then again, you always were big on metaphoric wording and tongue-tyers, weren't you, Ancestress?"
Without further adeui, Max pushed his way inside...
Inside, led to a grand chamber of well-carved sandstone columns and marble flooring, like a temple. To the right, a path led deeper in down winding passageways. To the left was an open-air window overlooking beautiful, like scenery of a desert-blue paradise with palms, shrubs, sands and azure winds that blew into the chamber somehow. The Sun even hung high in the blue sky.
Along the sandstone walls were etchings of hieroglyphs — specifically, Native American hieroglyphics. They depicted witches and important events such as Qetsiyah's story, the creation of the Original vampires, the rise of Inadu and a vague tale of Prometheus that looked incomplete — But the fact that it was even there showcased Qetsiyah's extensive knowledge repertoire.
But as impressive as all of that was, they barely caught Max's attention — No, what really got Max's attention was dead ahead of him.
There, bathing in a natural in-door waterfall, naked and wet and showcasing his natural beauty for all to see was the most beautiful man Max had ever laid eyes upon. Skin as bronze as sandstone, clean as the desert sky and sculpted with lean muscle and just enough body hair was one other than the target of Max's long trip — The hidden immortal psychic-witch hybrid son of Qetsiyah and Silas.
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AKA, Barshamsha.
A name in Ancient Aramic that meant "Son of the Sun", Maximus realized.
"Well, I have been expecting you a long time, Mate Maximus," Barshamsha spoke with a deep vocal allure that made Max want to submit and let him have his way with him. He had a most stunning smile, equal parts breathtakingly bright and equal parts suggestively heavy. "Well... Are you going to join me in the shower? The water is warm and I know you want to, my dearest mate. Let's complete the mating ritual under the gaze of the stars."
As if the acquiescence to his word, the Sun outside turned into a moon, the sky dark and dotted with stars. The wind cooled a bit, but only slightly.
During some part of his speech, some part of Max realized that he was speaking Aramaic. But the main part of him — the part that sensed an opportunity to get absolutely ravished by this god of a man — that part was already stripping himself of his clothes and making his way to the man before him, completely willing to let this stranger of a man — of a god — breach his his sacred fruit and let grow a seed of milk.
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P/S: Next chapter will have heavy smut, I know I said it will be progressing the plot and I am. That progression of plot just happens to feature heavy smut too a lot! XD