Caleb dislodged himself from under the sleeping god Fizu. His bare feet touchedthe cold stone tile beside the bed. He stood and donned his underpants as quietly ashe could. The rest of his clothes he gathered in his arms to put on in the hallway.Caleb leaned against the wall and sighed. He couldn’t complain of any injuries(all
could handle rough sex) but his muscles ached. Fizu ordered him to ridehim with furious gusto all night long. The insatiable god hardly rested between hisnumerous orgasms. Caleb, however, still felt tension in his groin. He considered goingto his quarters to masturbate. Before he’d finished dressing the desire faded. He wentto the prayer shrine instead.Caleb filled a crystal bowl with water and laid some tapestries over the floor. Healready felt some peace. The asacrat looked up at a mural above him. The Crystallinegods poured out light into the universe while the demons of Darkhelm cowered belowtheir feet. Fizu looked noble in the painting. He wished the selfish lascivious god he’d just slipped away from was more like his illustration.