(The end of Ally’s Sunday post)
Jaxon turned to look, and his eyes saucered. "Whoa. Would you look at that."
Misty gray tendrils of smoke swarmed around the Sex God and Luke in a thick fog, eradicating any view of the duo other than a light outline of their bodies. Through the thickening cloud, Jaxon could make out Luke’s slighter frame, his body contorted into some kind of funky wheelbarrow position. Luke’s forearms rested on the ground, bracing his weight, as the Sex God held his thighs spread apart and pounded into him from behind with lunges so hard they made Jaxon’s ass twinge in sympathy.
In the safety of his lover’s arms, Jaxon watched the scene playing out in front of them. He squinted, trying to make out everything he could, and felt Brad squirm against him, his lover’s cock jerking as it tried to harden once again.
“Do you take me?” The Sex God’s voice boomed, filthy words and orders filling the air, while their friends responding whimpers were all but drowned out. “Do you accept me of your own free will?”
Jaxon thought the questions were odd, considering that Luke was already taking the lumbering giant inside his body and had been for quite a while already. Why would the God ask such an obvious question? It made no sense.
Luke cried out in what sounded like a hell of an orgasm and shouted, “Yes. Yes, I accept you. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop, I’m coming…”
A sonic boom rent the air, the reverberations shaking the ground underneath the huddling couple. A blast of light blinded Jaxon as he held onto Brad, terrified of the unknown. What was going on? Was Luke okay? Were they?
As his eyesight slowly began to adjust into more than just wiggling dots, Jaxon gasped.
“Jesus Christ,” Brad whispered as they scrambled upright and hurried over to the statue of two lover’s fucking that now stood where Luke and the Sex God had been seconds before.
Jaxon reached out, his fingers skimming the air around the sculpture. “What the fuck?”
“Do you think Luke’s trapped inside there?”
“No. I don’t know how, but Luke’s gone home with the Sex God, wherever the hell that is.” He glanced at his lover. “That must have been what all those strange questions were about. You think so?”
“Yeah. Maybe.” Brad shrugged. “I really have no idea.”
Jaxon sighed. “Jesus. What do you think the chances are that we’ll wake up in bed aboard the ship and this whole experience will be one crazy dream?”
“I don’t know, babe. But either way, unless we want to be stranded out here, we need to head back to the ship.”
Jaxon glanced over his shoulder as Brad took his arm by the elbow and started to lead him away. He stared at the look of exquisite bliss on the statue version of their friend’s face until Brad tugged on his hand, pulling him away. “Come on, babe. We have to hustle if we’re going to make it back on time.”
“Yeah, yeah. I was just thinking that I’ve never seen a happier look on Luke’s face.”
Brad glanced back. "Yeah, I think you're right. Whereever Luke is, I hope he's as happy as he looks."
"Me too," Jaxon whispered as he allowed himself to be hustled away.