The Sun God Diaries

“Ah, family time has never been so good,” Sapphire said as she and Travis headed back into the latter’s bedroom. “It really does help to be distracted from the tantalizing temptations of voyeurism.”

“Well, my dear cousin, game night and a movie with our parents is a good distraction from crawling back upstairs and sneaking into the love fest that Malachi’s diving into,” Travis agreed, sitting back into his desk chair and opening his computer screen. “And thankfully, the ‘human sundae’ bit is finally over and done with. I don’t think we could’ve fully enjoyed it on a full stomach- not after enjoying dinner at Morasco’s.”

Sapphire nodded, her dark curls bouncing. “And we’re just in time to come back upstairs,” she replied, pointing to the computer screen when they saw Malachi being cleaned up by the dragon-shifter and the hellhound while Galen was cleaning up the mess in the dining room. “Looks like our boy had himself lots and lots of fun.”

Travis smiled. “And it looks like it’s time for the grand finale,” he commented. “Olodom and Aivox are coming to take our boy up to the bedroom where the art of BDSM is going to be in full play.”

“This is so much better than reading all those stories on Wattpad,” Sapphire couldn’t help but say. “I bet none of the authors can write anything like what we’re seeing.”

“That’s because most of the authors there do the fade-to-black bit to avoid having their chapters labeled as ’mature,’” Travis noted. “But yeah, girl. It’s time to fully dive into this. And with the DVD burner making sure that none of our friends don’t miss out on this, you can believe that we’re going to be in for a good time.”

And as the twins sat back in the chairs, their minds were set on one thing: a grand weekend of sexual voyeurism and imagining what their respective mates would be planning.

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Back at the love nest...

“Well, well,” Olodom grinned, his shirtless and masculine frame on full display with his sexual prowess glowing in his eyes as he arrived into the dining room where Malachi was putting back on his underwear. “I take it that you had a blast with Richard, Yavier, and Galen.”

“That we did,” Richard drawled happily, his rose-gold dragon eyes glowing with pride as he puffed his chest. “The three of us had our own fun with making Malachi into the different variations of our sundaes. It was delicious. It was gratifying. It was...heaven sent.”

The demigod mock-glared. “That would be my job,” he pointed out before his smile returned. “But the final four Alphas- myself included- are all set to make sure that Malachi is going to have the whole house glowing in the heat of sex. And when we’re finished, we’re going to make sure that the whole world knows that we belong to the Sun God Wolf King and he belongs to us?”

To the soulfully-satiated Omega wolf, “And if you remember, my sweet boy, tonight is when Aivox, Cyler, Veronique, and I teach you the sexy and wicked art of BDSM. You do know what that is, do you?”

Malachi hummed. “Bondage/discipline, dominant/submissive, and sadism/masochism,” he purred, letting himself transform into Perseus. “I have my safewords ready, Master Alpha Daddy.”

Olodom let his eyes darken deep red, the air thick with heat and passion. “You do, pet?” he said in a dominating tone. “Do tell.”

“My words are ‘Cassiopeia’ to slow down and ‘Invictus’ to stop. My trust is in your and the other’s hands, Alpha Daddy. My body is yours to do what you will and I fully submit my heart, mind, body, and soul to you.”

The look that the teen demigod gave his Omega was pure feral. “As you should,” he said. “Let’s take this upstairs, boy. Our other mates are waiting for us as we speak.”

“Have fun, amigo,” Yavier hollered as he watched the two teens head upstairs. “And make sure to let us know if he wants round two.”

“There’ll be around two, all right,” Richard replied. “As sure as I’m fucking horny right now, there’ll be round two for Malachi.”

“What’ll be so special about that?”

Richard smirked. “What else? He’ll make sure that this whole love nest is christened.”

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Malachi hummed through the ball gag as his arms and legs were bound by the St. Andrews cross, his raging erection restrained by a cock ring as two vibrators hummed in his tight hole.

“Such a pretty sight to see,” Aivox said seductively as he, Cyler, Veronique, and Olodom- in their full nakedness- circled the apparatus and gave the bound and gagged Omega a once-over. “Tell us, Malachi. Can you ever decode what’s on our minds right now? The way that we want to make sure that you remember this weekend without regrets? On how we want to claim you over and over again.”

“I ber that you want to make this night even more memorable with another round with all thirteen of us,” Cyler added, folding his arms while holding a riding crop in hand. “I bet that your supernatural halves are waiting to make us fill you with our young, aren’t you.”

“Mmmph,” Malachi said.

Veronique chuckled darkly, removing the ball gag from the omega’s mouth. “What was that?” he asked.

Malachi whimpered as the vibrators continued to hit the sweet spot in his hole. “Daddies,” he said, letting a lone tear fall from his eyes. “Please take me.”

The Omega winced as a loud slap on his ass rang in the room. “Patience,” Veronique ordered softly. “We want you to savor the pain of delayed gratification. Imagine the pure ecstasy when you finally release all the sexual tension. Suffer for us. Suffer through the waiting game.”

“The things that we want to do,” Olodom added, “‘forbidden’ is the perfect and only word to describe it. Anything that you can cultivate in that mind of yours, we’ll do it all and so much more. Spirits rise, spirits fall.”

“Scandalous,” Aivox growled.

“Marvelous,” Cyler piped up.

“Wickedness,” Veronique added.

“Blissfully seductive,” Olodom finished. “And tonight, Malachi Jean-Luc Bauer, is when the big finale is set to hopefully begin a brand new chapter that will never be topped by anyone else, no matter how hard they try.”

And for the next two hours, the four Alphas made good on their promise with the powers of the riding crop, a flogger, some feathers, pairs of velvet gloves, and even some edible oils.

And if the room was somehow lit with the ethereal of Malachi’s Amon-Re’s afterglow...well, it was no one’s fault that passions were filling the love nest.

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In Travis’ bedroom...

The Joneslake cousins were smiling as if they had won the lottery. “Did you get all of that?” Sapphire asked Travis.

“I got it all,” Travis replied. “This weekend...tens, tens, tens across the board! If only our other friends were”

“Hey!” Sapphire exclaimed as the computer screen went dark. “What gives?”

Travis tried clicking and pressing random keys, but nothing came back on. “Check the DVD burner,” he replied.

Sapphire went for the large device, opening the slots to find the DVDs that were recording the movie were suddenly ruined. “What the hell?!”

There was a ding from the laptop as the screen came back on to reveal a grinning Damien and Olodom, both of them now wearing only jeans. “Hello Sapphire and Travis,” the latter said, crossing his arms. “If you are watching this, then we have realized that you have been caught red-handed with trying to watch something that you weren’t supposed to.”

“And you two weren’t the only ones,” Olodom added. “Your dads Topaz and Eurydice were doing the same thing with trying to record it all. In either case, you lose. I took the liberty of making sure that our time with Malachi remains in our love nest. Let this be a lesson to you and your parents- curiosity kills the cat.”

“And for that, we are upgrading our mating weekend with Malachi to a week,” Damien replied as the teens watching on the laptop heard screams of horror from downstairs. “And we’re not letting Malachi tell you what’s going down.”

The screen went blank as a chastened Eurydice and Sapphire walked into Travis’ bedroom. “You got the message?” the latter asked.

Travis nodded.

“And we were so close to making sure that we weren’t caught,” Eurydice groaned. “The Albrittons are not going to be happy about this.”

And the four Omega phoenixes headed downstairs to mope over brownies and ice cream as the older Omegas’ husbands were snickering away until they were punished to sleep on the couches in the living room.

If the Omegas had to suffer, then so did the Alphas. But Travis and Sapphire had no regrets. They had enjoyed watching the mating weekend for Malachi and that was a win in their books.