YES! DADDIES: A HOT COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES
They stop right in front of me, close enough that I smell rain and ozone and something sweet like vanilla.
"Ecstasia," they say, and their voice is neither masculine nor feminine but somehow both. "God of Shared Ecstasy. I teach people how to fuck in groups, how to share pleasure across multiple bodies, how to make one orgasm feel like ten." Their head tilts, studying me. "You're going to be magnificent once we're done with you."