Children of a Lesser God

Chapter 760: Hot Yoga

The studio was hot, reaching around one hundred degrees fahrenheit, but for Laz it was just a gentle warmth vs what he was used to. After having fought in the remains of dragon fire which caused even ice to be scorched black, such heat was barely noticeable for him. Still, he set picked out a mat and set a towel nearby. His water bottle was something he had picked up from a gift store and other that being insulated, wasn’t anything special either. Watching some of the other’s arrive, Laz noticed yet again that there were far more females than males, almost at a ten to one ratio. For a class like this, the disparity stood out as there were only two other males present along with thirty females.

When Rachelle came in, she gave Laz a small smile before starting, happy to see that he had joined. While the exercises were nothing for him, the reason he came was simply because he noticed that the movements were beneficial for his arm. Despite being a god, it wasn’t like he was omnipotent. After a couple days, his arm showed only minimal signs of healing, but after attending her regular session yesterday, he noticed that the blood flow to his arm had accelerated and improved it’s condition, so doing something like this was more beneficial than doing nothing.

"Hot Vinyasa today everyone. Prepare. Keep hydrated and if you feel light headed, rest on your mat or retreat back to the coolness of the changing rooms. If you notice anyone looking pale or starting to sway, please point it out both for us and for them. Sometimes we don’t notice our own conditions so be mindful of one another. And as always, with our elite class here, clothing is optional!" Rachelle said, before removing her athletic top and dropping it to the side, allowing her magnificent breasts to bounce and breath freely. Her breasts were large but firm while her nipples were nickel size and pink, standing tall and proud. Several of the women in the class also did the same, removing their top portion of athletic wear and allowing their breasts to breath freely. Laz, seeing the guys keeping their shirts on but with big grins on their faces, decided he would follow suit with the more adventurous women and remove his shirt as well, allowing his well defined abs and chiseled chest to see the yellow and relaxing light of the studio. Seeing this, the guys eyed their significant others who they had come here with and couldn’t help but feel a bit angry since they were both clearly checking out Laz’s form. Neither of those two women had removed their tops, but considering the circumstances, were showing their liberal attitudes in that they didn’t reprimand their men for their wandering eyes. Sure the guys weren’t just staring at the women around them who had taken off their tops, but they weren’t not looking either.

Rachelle called for attention as the music began playing. Hot Vinyasa yoga was an active and intense workout more about keeping the blood pumping with the poses as opposed to more relaxed and meditative normal types of yoga. As she demonstrated the first pose, everyone else got into position, their bodies tensing to hold the move while focusing on breathing to keep steady even as their muscles struggled to hold the position.

Pose after pose it went as each woman and man began to sweat in the already hot a humid studio. Laz’s god body wouldn’t have even broken a sweat if he didn’t wish it. With the control over his body that he had though, he allowed it to react in a way that was in line with the others, but repressed his natural vitality so that his sweat wouldn’t awaken the virality of those who smelled it. He was here to work his body and heal his arm, not cause a massive orgy.

Since his one arm was still in a sling and a wrap, he had to improvise some of the positions so that he could do them, not knowing what kind of an effect it would have on those around him. For example, when doing a full body arch he used only one arm to hold himself up while everyone else in the class was using two. When Rachelle came around to fix some of the positioning of the others and saw this, she stopped next to him and ran her hands along his bent back and abdomen, feeling the steel like muscles that allowed him to hold his entire body aloft with a tripod position while not even the slightest bit of shaking could be seen from stressing his muscles. Watching her do this without even making a correction to his pose hit those nearest to him, making a few of them lose their balance as the impact of such a scene made them go faint of breath.

Seeing this and not knowing she was the cause, Rachelle called for everyone to take a drink and towel break. Everyone stood up, drank and toweled some of the sweat from their bodies. Rachelle, trying to be helpful offered to towel off Laz’s back, which he allowed her to do. Again, this had an impactful effect on those watching, as though witnessing something erotic. It was like watching an intimate moment before a love scene, watching the topless Rachelle rub the towel down Laz’s bare back, the sweat dripping off his handsome face and down on to his muscled and toned body. This caused quite a few of the women to get even hotter.

Some of them just stared straight at Laz as though their eyes would bore holes into his body and after taking a drink, Laz looked up and caught sight of their gazes. He couldn’t help but smile, his warm and charming face hitting every women in the room like an aphrodisiac.

As though presenting themselves for him to devour with their eyes, almost every women in the room proceeded to remove their tops before toweling themselves off, doing every little pose and action they could think of to draw his eyes, giving him a feature presentation of all sorts of bare breasts, from huge to almost nothing, young to middle aged as this environment didn’t appeal to the older crowd. The only two exceptions were the ones who had brought their men, turning their eyes away from Laz and Rachelle to catch the gaze of their significant others as though feeling guilty for watching, only to see the two men staring wide eyed at the many now topless women as each was now sporting a bulge in their pants.

The two women, steaming, caught each other’s gaze before nodding and pulling off their tank tops, allowing their own breasts to breath the open air. They then began to wipe their breasts with towels, removing the built up sweat as they smiled sweetly towards Laz while taking side glances at their still distracted others.

"Everyone ready?" Rachelle called, standing back up at the front of the class, preparing to continue.

"Yes!" Was the response as everyone continued on to the next pose, the standing bow.

It was only now that the men, unable to do the pose, discovered their women had removed their own tops and began to cause a commotion, stopping everyone else.

"Put your damn top back on!"

"No one wants to see those things flopping around."

"Fuck you. I’m getting into this fully this time since every other time you make me feel ashamed of myself. But now, since the entire class is with it, I’m doing it too."

"Just because they aren’t as perky as when I was twenty doesn’t mean they flop around, asshole. I take good care of my body and I’m not afraid to be free with it. Just keep staring at the younger tits in the room and feel free to ignore me, just like always."

"No girlfriend of mine is going to flash her tits for the world to see. You’re not in college anymore in case you don’t remember..."

"You’re my wife, not some slut. You should act like it and not like some young whore. You don’t have to body for it anyway, even if you wanted to..."

"Oh I remember, because every time I want to do something fun, you just want to stay home, fuck and sleep or play video games with your friends. I had to fucking beg you to come on this cruise with me and then even paid for it myself. Well guess what? I’m doing what I fucking want this time and you can’t stop me."

"I don’t have the body for it? Fuck you and your tiny dick. I should have listened to my mother when she said money doesn’t make the man. You and your little dick can go fuck your secretary all you want when we get back since I know you’ve been doing it behind my back for the last six months anyway. That’s right, she sent me the pictures and videos, telling me that your hers now. So be it. I’ll take my cut, my kids and let you and your slut live your lives. As for right now? I’ll do what I fucking want since your no longer my problem."

And as though they had practiced this before hand, both women removed their bottoms and underwear, dropping them to the side while shooting challenging looks at their now exes. This hot yoga session allowed full nudity, but no one had ever gone further than removing their tops so far due to a combination of not feeling comfortable enough with this being only the third session and because everyone was too nervous to be the first one. Rachelle would normally only go fully naked if enough were interested, something she brought up around the fifth session. She personally had no problem with it. She worked hard for the body she had and felt fully comfortable being in only her skin.

"You bitch..."

"Fucking slut. You think you can..."

Rachelle was about to step in to stop the men from causing a scene when another voice spoke up.

"Oh? So we don’t have to wear any clothing? That makes for the best kind of work outs," Laz said with a chuckle and with his one good hand, he lowered his short and the restrictive underwear beneath them, giving his still limp monster a chance to breath fresh air. While the other men were obviously aroused, just this much wasn’t something that could get Laz worked up.

Having just spoken while interrupting the building fight, all eyes were on him when he freed himself causing a collective gasp from around the room.

Naked as the day he was born and with his meat stick dangling low between his legs, Laz walked over to were the guys were confronting their women, their wide eyes showing a mix of jealousy and fear. He stood in front of the two naked women, facing their men head on.

"What do you gentlemen think, hmm? Why waste such a good environment with your own petty insecurities? How about freeing yourselves? No? Then how about you both get the hell out of here and let your beautiful women have a good time for a change? They both seem to desire something a bit... more, than what either of you have to offer. Isn’t that right, ladies?" Laz said before turning his head to the two naked women, giving them a quick wink.

Awe struck, they didn’t react at first, but seeing the kind, if not a bit mischievous smile on Laz’s face, they both came forward, the girlfriend grabbing his free arm and nestling it between her breasts while the wife laid her hands on his other shoulder and slid her leg around his thigh, her wet pussy rubbing against his bare flesh.

"I’m not sure I can handle your... fun... but I’m willing to try...." The girlfriend said, smiling while looking up at Laz who returned her gaze.

"Effort is the first ingredient in success. Trust me... It will hurt, but in the best kind of way possible."

"If you’re ok with this mom’s body... I promise to give you an experience you’ll never forget..."

"Other women could only be so lucky to be such a hot milf. I can’t promise I won’t break you in half though, no matter how much experience you have."

Hearing them flirt right in front of them, both of the men felt their rage build as they clenched their fists, ready to beat the shit out of Laz when he then returned his gaze to them, making them turn cold as their bodies shivered.

They felt like they were staring death in the face, urging them to try it.

They both backed away, one foot at a time before turning and hurrying to the changing room without another glance back.

The entire room cheered after they had left.

"Well... that’s not how I expected this to go," Rachelle said with a sigh.

"Might want to contact your higher ups to see if these beauties can get into other rooms along with some security while they retrieve their possessions. Those kinds of bastards aren’t ones to leave well enough alone," Laz said as both women seemed to shake a little, the adrenaline from the conflict leaving their bodies. Laz held the girlfriend with his free hand around wrapped around her waist while the wife held on to his shoulder heavily, leaning her head on her hands. Laz laid his head against her head, giving her what support he could.

"I will. It’s ok. There are always some of these types that end up causing problems on cruises such as these. We have people who can handle this situation... including an on board lawyer."

"Seriously?"

"I know, right?" Rachelle replied with a laugh.

"Do you girls want to sit down in my office for a minute while I call security to make sure they’ve both left the changing room area? They can then escort you to your rooms to collect your stuff?" Rachelle asked, addressing the two women.

"Just... give me a minute.... I feel... very safe right now. I just need to feel this for a bit longer," Said the girlfriend as she hugged Laz tighter.

"Same... he feels... warm... but calming... like a big, hard teddy bear," said the wife.

"Ha. Alright. I get it... but... maybe you should sit down incase the heat gets to you. Everyone else, sit, relax and rehydrate. We will have to cut this session short, but we will have a make up one tomorrow if any of you are interested and free for it. I’m not sure if you had other plans, but I’d like to offer it if you have nothing else to do," Rachelle said, before grabbing her top from near her mat and walking to her office right next door to the studio.

Laz, the girlfriend and the wife sat down, but they stayed close to him, appearing at ease.

"Thank you. And since we haven’t been yelled at for holding on to you still, thank your significant other for me later. She’s a lucky woman," Said the wife, her brunette hair slightly covering her slightly red face.

"Me as well. Sorry and thank you for letting us use you."

"Getting thanked for allowing two beautiful, naked women to hang on to both sides of me? Wonder what miracle I performed in my previous life to allow this to happen?" Laz said with a laugh.

"You mean that?" The wife asked, clearly having been hurt by her husbands words about her body for far longer than just today.

"You’ve got a nice figure honey. Men just talk like that when they want to control you," said a blond who was sitting nearby, watching them.

"And I’ve been married twenty three years sweetie. The key to that is to keep things exciting. If he wants to be boring, he should be with someone who is ok with being boring.... and that doesn’t seem to be you. Don’t try to be someone you’re not. Instead, find someone who matches you. You’ll be much happier," a middle aged women in a pony tail said to the girlfriend.

"You’re right... I just... thought that could be him. But it’s not..."

"That’s right. Don’t go trying to change him cause it won’t work. You need to find the one that fits you instead," offered another woman.

"I’m not sure that thing will fit any woman though. What the hell are you baby? Part thoroughbred?" A women with ebony colored skin said, pointing at Laz’s massive member, causing every woman there to laugh. Laz couldn’t help but turn a little red himself, the heat having nothing to do with it.