Vortex Quest

== VORTEX QUEST 1-10 ==

== THE VAULT 2: FUCKING VICTORY ==

The pantheon dropped down into a low chamber with a vaulted ceiling, filled with piles of obols, chests, weapons and strange artefacts. Torchlight flickered to life.

Marcus took a look into a crate atop a stack of gold bars. It seemed to contain bags of unicorn dust. His need for sex returned, impossible to ignore any longer. He wanted nothing less than ride a man's dick but he wanted nothing more than relief from horniness and the last time he had gotten anything of the sort...

"Don't touch anything," Chay said. "There's curses on all the money, according to Hrailoth, but probably on other stuff, too."

"Uh," Marcus made. "Too late." He raised his little bag of glitter. "Not feeling cursed, yet. Can we take this?"

"Gonna get fucked in the ass?" Xane asked.

Marcus was going to retort, maybe even deck the asshole. But Xane deflated with a sigh.

"Fine," the Korean hunk said. "Not like I know a better way to get off. We were warned – perverse and twisted desires. Somehow I thought that meant lots of chicks, cockteasing me."

"What happens in the abyss," Goro said, "stay in the abyss."

The three of them put their fists together. Chay stepped into their midst and added his fist. "Found the bitch, by the way," he said. "Right there."

Half of a donut-shaped stone, shimmering with orange runes, lay atop a pillar. Xane swiped it with his mage-hand to avoid traps. He'd been right to do so. Long needles dropped from the ceiling and hit the space around the pillar to kill, maim or at least trap any thief.

"Ha," the mage made and tossed the key stone at the leader. "Let's fucking go."

The demigods jumped out of the vault and Chay examined the key stone while Xane continued his job of cleaning them and their small, tight fundoshi.

Marcus realized he could unsoil himself with a gentle application of whitefire, pushing dirt, sweat and dried blood away.

"You carry it," Chay said and handed the item back to the muscle wizard. "Keep it secret."

Xane saluted and stuck the half-ring into his fundoshi pouch. He hit `most muscular' and let an illusion seep from his clenched fists. The stone arc blended into his skin.

Marcus hid his unicorn dust bag in his own pouch. It made quite the bulge and poked over the edges but he could walk with his hands folded before his crotch.

"It was looking dicey," Marcus said, "but we made it go smooth. I'm ready for a fuck, but I'll settle for a nap."

"Yeah," Chay said. "We're leav-"

An arrow zoomed past Marcus' and pierced the umbralist in the guts.

More Gawri streamed from the edges. Imps fluttered into the ceiling's proto-aurora in a panic.

Their leader dropped to the ground.

Goro rushed in, each fist punch a hammer blow that turned thrall heads to splatter. Xane blasted lightning at the ones with bows and arrows.

Marcus knelt next to Chay. He tried funneling some of his healing power through his hands but either that wasn't possible or his command of animus wasn't good enough.

"Didn't see that coming," Chay said. "How many are there?"

He tried to raise his head.

"Stay down," Marcus said. "The others can handle it."

"You should help out. I'll be fi- oh, hey Pie."

The nebulous feline dragged a still living imp in her mouth and pushed it into Chay's chest.

The umbralist puffed smoke at the pet. "You want me to eat that for strength, huh? Thanks, girl, but I'll be fine as soon as Xane get back to m- Hnggg, huh? Wh-wha-?"

"Chay? The fuck is happening?" Marcus asked.

"Pull it out," Chay said. "The arrow. Now."

"But..."

"Now."

Marcus grabbed the arrow. There was no arrow-head, it was a mere sharpened stick, so it came out cleanly but the wound began to bleed.

Then it closed.

Chay pet Pie between the cloudy ears. "You... sucked the life out of the imp for me, huh?"

The ugly flying creature stopped moving. Chay was healing fast.

"Wow," Marcus said. "Guess you got your own healing factor, at last."

"About fucking time," Chay said and rose. "Now go kill some... oh, they're all dead." He examined his quickly fading arrow scar. "Good job boys. Time to go."

===***===

Escaping the Troll cave was just a matter of walking out and saying bye to the overseer. Nobody looked too close.

At the exit however, the pantheon faced an issue. What to do with the dead Hellions?

Xane stayed at the entrance, trying to get the soul gem running again with the rest of Hrailoth's blood.

The others dragged the Hellions down the creak.

Freshly drenched in ectoplasm from stepping through the falls, Marcus fingers glowed with animus magic to keep a firm grip on the slippery armored corpse's shoulders.

"The next watch will realize they're missing," Chay said, carrying the legs. "But if they're not obviously fucking slain I hope Rvebnar won't bother checking his vault immediately. Hrailoth seems to think a few dead Hellions won't raise heckles but demon lords are arrogant as fuck so I don't trust what that shitbag says."

Goro had the other elite warrior over his shoulder. "Just toss `em?"

Plump green slugs the size of pigeons munched on lichen where the creek dropped off the cliff, turning into a dozen little falls on the way into a deeper canyon.

Chay looked out into the abyss and nodded. "Yeah, I think no one's going to see them if we stuff them in a crevice. The imps will have a great lunch."

By the time Goro was back, having disposed of the warriors, Xane joined them, splashing through the ankle deep goo. His fundoshi was around his neck.

"Checking for demons?" Marcus asked with a glance at the short muscle mage's crotch.

Xane said, "You don't have to piss yet? I was almost gonna go in the cave but I don't know what a Troll's sense of smell is like."

"Good call."

"Man, anytime I'm not fighting," Xane said, "I can't think of anything but sex. I'd do anything. Even pissing feels orgasmic at this point."

"I know," Marcus complained. "Even walking through a fucking tunnel makes me feel like I'm a Marcus-shaped cock sliding into a pussy. Never knew walking can feel like... like..."

"Like deeply unsatisfactory masturbation?" Chay offered.

Goro took a half-step closer, towering. "Do we use the powder and ride cocks?"

Marcus and the others stared at him.

"What." Goro said, monotone. "That's why Marcus took it."

"I..." Marcus started. "I figured Xane can tongue us or something."

They dropped their fundoshi, along with the glitter bag and the key stone and pissed where they stood. With arms behind their head and hips out to minimize splatter, they let the piss spay wildly all over them. As long as nobody was close enough to Marcus to splatter him, he was fine group pissing.

He didn't like the conversation topic. But he had been thinking of sitting on another dick.

"You liked it," Goro said, now a little more hostile. "Be honest."

Marcus suddenly had a shy bladder, which he resented. "I... Look, I said I'll do anything to get off but I figured I'd need unicorn dust as... encouragement to... Fuck! Okay, it felt good." Marcus threw his hands in the air. "It was rubbing the spot. Don't stare at me you three cock-riders, you did it, too."

Chay shook off his package - abs, chest and thighs filled with glistening lines where his piss was running off his ochre skin. "Way I see it, we're still us. Once we're out of the abyss and rid of the fucking aegises... I'll jerk off for a week straight and-"

"And fuck as much pussy as I can get my hands on," Xane added and flexed his biceps.

"Yeah, so we're still us," Chay repeated. "Cocks are just an emergency measure, for now."

Goro grunted and Marcus took that as agreement. He was never quite sure with the big guy's noises.

Chay's head whipped around as Marcus waggled his package to shed the last drop.

"Problems?" Xane asked.

Chay stowed away their clothing and items behind a rock as a group of Kobolds emerged from the crawlway. The dark gray and red reptiles in loincloths marched along a row of six naked slaves, connected by chains around their necks.

By this point, Marcus knew slaves arrived hairless as if freshly waxed everywhere. For those who still grew head hair, you could estimate how long he'd been in the abyss by the length. Hardly a slave made it more than a month. Out of these six, three had a half inch of hair.

The pantheon stepped out of the creek.

The Kobolds walked up to them but their leader – vaguely stegosaurus-like, buff chest, double ridge down the back, decorated chains on the wrists of his four arms – cocked his head. His narrowed eyes lingered on their aegises and on Goro's head. Because of the impossibly long hair?

Chay raised his hands. "Praise be Lord Rvebnar. The guards were recalled so we're a little emergency watch."

For all Marcus knew this could have been a gamble or totally plausible. Maybe the umbralist deemed the dinos gullible. Speaking Boldian was probably a huge bonus.

"Just doing delivery," the Kobold said, fractionally relaxing his muscles. "And the usual trades."

Chay smirked. "You wouldn't let us have some fun before you go in?"

"What are you looking for?" the lead Kobold asked. He gestured at the bag-hung bandoliers around his chest. "We have Flash-Echo, Edge of Rgnooo, KeliKeli, some Loop-Juice I'd part with for the right price. Whatever you'd want to roll up and smoke, right here."

"I was thinking," Chay said, "a few minutes with your slaves."

The double-ridged dino twitched. "...what exactly are you?"

Chay ignored the question while stepping toward their fundoshi hiding spot. "Where are those slaves from?"

The reptile pointed. "We kept them around for work until now, so I'm not sure. This one is straight from the Reaper, this one bought from the Fangshredded tribe. That one was taken in a raid, that one was tribute to us, I think."

"We have unicorn dust." Chay raised the glitter bag. "You can keep the rest."

"Deal."

A whip crack made the slaves kneel in a row.

Marcus got so sexually antsy he had to force his legs to stay still.

"All right," Chay said to his friends. "Pick a dick. Hehe."

The four men each got a pinch of glitter and sniffed it at the same time.

Right away, Marcus felt all stress wash out of his mind and flood into his crotch. He jerked off. No wait, there was no dick. How? Oh fuck, the aegis. Where... He was supposed to ride dick... Right. Shit.

Marcus was swimming in a frustrating promise of bliss. If only he could cum. His lubed finger was already rubbing his insides, legs squatting apart, but it was far from enough.

Chay had given the bag to the lead Kobold who let four of the slaves have a mouthful.

Marcus fingerfucked himself with envy as the slaves' started rubbing their growing erections.

Goro was the first to hop onto a guy's crotch – a black guy with the largest dick of the four, athletic and tall enough to rival the Japanese bodybuilder. With his back to the guy, Goro let the slave find his way inside the hole.

Chay was next, on all fours, ass pointed at a brown skinned guy, maybe Indian, with a well-developed body and a smooth head. The slave took the hint and entered the whining Chay's hole.

Marcus went up to a white guy with a buzzcut, who looked about thirty and massive. That slave had to have been a powerlifter before ending up here.

The glitter-nosed martial artists squatted down, looking at the horizon and felt his hips grabbed.

The insertion was as bizarre as the last time. Riding dick while on slutification-drugs was in the top three craziest things Marcus had done but it was easily the most pleasurable thing ever. Relief and satisfaction and a good kind of horniness shiver-traveled up from his asshole. He tried to keep his mouth shut but moans escaped whenever the slave humped up too hard.

Xane whined the loudest. He was face to face with his slave, hands gripping the bald, Latino-looking man's shoulders while sinking onto his crotch.

"Fuck..." Goro said, pained. "It... doesn't compare. It's not the same."

"Sh-shut up," Chay said. "Of course it's not like banging a chick. But it hits the spot."

"No," Goro insisted. "It doesn't hit it enough. It doesn't compare to Kobold dick."

"That's..." Chay looked up, his top humping away blissfully. "That's not wrong. Fuck. Uh..."

Marcus looked at the Kobold leader through blurry eyes. The unicorn dust seemed to make him black out every few seconds and messed with his perception of time and space or something.

But the reptilian bastard was stepping closer. "You sound surprised," the dino said, sounding surprised himself. "Are you slaves or something else?"

"Just trade us out?" Chay asked and pushed the topping slave away.

The Kobolds dropped their loincloths. There were seven of them. Marcus didn't really want to be in a muscle-saurus orgy but Goro and Chay had both gotten Kobold-fucked before and seemed to agree. The promise of greater sex was motivator enough.

Marcus tried slipping off the powerlifter under him and the slave grabbed him with massive arms to keep fucking until a whip hit him.

The four demigods went on all fours a few feet away from the slave line as four Kobolds lined up with their asses. The remaining Kobolds fucked the masturbating slaves' faces instead.

Up close, a Kobold dick looked fittingly serpent-like until halfway down the shaft where it thickened bizarrely. The animus-fighter swallowed hard. He would have clenched his glistening ass, but the unicorn dust made him stay wide open.

The head slipped easily enough into Marcus' monster-virgin hole.

Then the swim team captain got the feel the studs rubbing his insides with every thrust. He had found heaven in the abyss. The pleasure was incomparable to anything he knew and probably beyond what a human dick could have achieved.

Four arms grabbed him, protracted claw tips gracing his skin. He was getting railed so hard he forgot to stay quiet. It didn't matter since Xane was still whining louder than him, plus Chay's moans and Goro's deep grunts.

The second half of the Kobold's shaft, with its pulsating bulges that gave it nearly double girth, kept knocking on Marcus's sphincter. Goro was clearly all the way and Xane's whines went up a gear as he did the same.

Marcus arched and pushed back until the bulging part slipped inside him, out again and back inside. He had never felt the depth of his body and the studs taught him how sensitive his guts could be. The bulge made it feel like he was getting double-fucked with a second, bigger dick entering halfway through each hump.

He tried to find a comparable experience and came up empty. Anal was different. There was no `relief' like a cumshot, but it made him feel good where he had felt only frustration before.

Goro rose to his knees and squeaked. Cum was exploding from his dick cage in ropes that splattered across his deep abs and ripped thighs. He arched again, wild hair falling over his face, and the fuck continued.

"W-we should stop," Chay said way too soon. It couldn't have been ten minutes yet, right?

Xane shifted, subtly drawing leftover unicorn dust from his nose. He stayed on all fours, getting fucked like nothing had changed.

He `freed' Goro, then reached for Marcus' face. If the athletic demigod hadn't been pinned by four arms, he might have twisted away but his dust was removed, then the others'.

Neither men made a move to stop the sex but Marcus' felt his head clear. Just like the first time at the tribal camp, the clarity removed his single-mindedness but not the pleasure. If anything the nature of the sex was more enjoyable now.

Xane was next. Being on all fours should have made a lot more cum drop down but the aegises seemed designed to redirect anything onto the body. With his face down, the white ropes reached Xane's chin.

Marcus felt his own package squeeze but he didn't cum yet.

"Okay," Xane made. "I th-think we can stop."

"I don't," said his Kobold top and gripped the demigod with four arms. Xane did not resist, eyes rolled into his head.

Marcus' crotch exploded and he didn't even feel the faintest trace of an orgasm – only the rush of cum through his urethra. He got caked up to the chest.

Chay's top was done first, hiss-groaning with his head thrown back. The humping slowed down until the Kobold pulled out all the way and a dollop of jizz burst from Chay's hole.

Marcus really didn't want anyone's cum inside him but he hardly seemed to have a choice unless he started a fight. The pantheon would win, obviously, but it would mean stopping the best sex he'd ever had.

Wait! Had he really just thought of getting monster-dick fucked in the ass as his best sex ev- The Kobold creamed into his ass, trembling, claws digging dangerously into Marcus' medium brown skin.

The dick retreated, gifting Marcus one last ultra-shiver-gasm. The load did not shoot from his ass. He was on all fours, freshly fucked, and cum-loaded like a bitch, still moaning gently.

Goro squirted out his Kobold's load. Xane subtly used magic to make the one in his ass flow down his legs. Marcus tried the same, hole shimmering with slow-mo fire, and cleaned his insides.

The pantheon took a minute to rise. The Kobolds got dressed and dragged their slaves along. The masturbating men were still going at it, faintly mumbling in Spanish, Bulgarian or Somali. How conscious were they?

"Fine then," the lead Kobold said, attaching the promised dust bag to his bandolier, "but now you have a few questions to answer. What was that glow? You can do magic?"

Chay shrugged. "You think Rvebnar sends four random slaves as guards without a few gifts that make them useful?"

"I guess, but..."

"You better get going," Chay said. "The Trolls will have to open from the inside. We can't operate soul stones."

"Obviously," the Kobold said, then grinned. "Not yet."

Marcus waited until the lizard-men had trudged away, then leaned in to Chay. "What did he mean?"

"No idea. I'm feeling somewhat relaxed for the first time in this place and I'd rather not think too hard right now."

"Still horny as hell," Xane said. "But kinda feeling post-sex now." He flexed his abs and chest. "Like I'm floating. That pleasure was..."

"Orgasm's big brother?" Marcus offered.

"Something like that," Xane said, back in his fundoshi, the key stone in his pouch hidden under the illusion of a sizeable dick-print.

The mood among the pantheon was almost cheery as they wandered the crawlway.

Demonic Dalliance (C)

== VORTEX QUEST 1-11 ==

== DEMONIC DALLIANCE ==

After an uneventful chute-ride back to the holy spire, the pantheon had taken a nap in the crystal structure they now inhabited.

Chay couldn't tell how long they had been out.

He had woken up first, but stayed still, curled up on his side, staring at the vast expanse of hellscape and its subtle details outside. The sheen of rock-suckling slug creeping along cliff faces, the migration of imps between their feeding grounds, the shimmer of the aurora borealis – aurora abyssalis? – competing with the glow of ectoplasmic rivers.

Chay sat up and pondered. He'd used his ability on his compatriots when he'd first gotten it, but he'd mastered it since then and it was time for another `scan' of their strengths and weaknesses.

Marcus was shadowboxing across the room, cut muscles flexing in a ballet of power. A wuxia fighter magically dialed up to eleven. The lithe Filipino of 21 was impatient but driven. He could have been more powerful but suffered control-issues.

Obviously, Marcus' greatest weakness was his insane horniness. Chay had trouble finding other flaws right now, so dire was the urge to fuck and cum. Being in chastity for just a couple of days couldn't have done that. It was the abyss tempting them.

Xane was just as much afflicted. The short musclebound Korean of 23 was on all fours, his ass gaping as a disembodied, transparent Kobold-cock slid in and out. The bodybuilder made an effort to stay muffled, hidden from Marcus' view behind an insanely ornate pillar.

His eyes were firmly shut, his expression one of suffering as unfamiliar pleasure ripped into him without giving satisfaction.

The thaum-mage was their most versatile member, close to classic godhood in many ways - minor omnipotence. Xane's three butterflies chased each other above his flexing back muscles.

"Oh shit," Xane said, looking between his legs. His ass closed and he turned his hole away. "Didn't realize you're up, hehe. Nobody forced you to look, though, perv."

"I was just thinking," Chay said. "Does it help?"

Xane shrugged and arched, getting illusion-fucked again. "Not the real thing and I'm in control too much to make it fun but yeah, it helps a lot."

Chay made puppy eyes. "Would you?"

Xane sighed and closed his legs. "Get your cunt over here."

Chay himself, nearly 25, was just as weak to sexual desire, he knew. He would have humped anything short of a woodchipper to get feeling back into his dick. Even now his hand was resting uneasily on his fundoshi.

The umbralist scooted toward the mage and felt an illusion-dick slide into him. The sensation had nothing to do with sex as he knew it but the pleasure was great enough to take the edge off his urges.

He'd been the one to say "we're still us" but he wasn't sure it was true. The idea of getting ass-fucked and riding cock in front of other men had been too ridiculous to entertain just a few days ago. Maybe the abyss was causing some fundamental change.

"Goro made me mage-fuck him for half our nap," Xane complained. "I mean, he offered to fingerbang me in return but... saying `no homo' only does so much."

"Where is the big guy?"

"Outside, playing with the cake."

The mage-dick was so large it poked Chay's abs from the inside. Not enough to see it, but it was mentally uncomfortable to be reminded he was cock-riding.

Chay let Xane resume his self-fuck and got one last ultra-lightning-strike of pleasure as the phantom dino-dick retreated from his hole.

The leader wandered to the edge of their headquarters and looked into the fog. The missing muscle-beast dashed around in the mist.

Chay glanced at his middle finger. The ring didn't look different when Pie was out. He could feel a subtle difference but maybe it was just in his head.

Their least talkative, most patient member, Goro had been the most sex-driven among them when they'd first fought through limbo, but because of that he seemed to deal better with the constant supernatural horniness than the others. His weakness became apparent when he fought – singlemindedness at the expense of everything else.

But Goro was the prime example for a perfect berserker. While Chay loved his own wiry body, sometimes he wished he could be that fucking huge.

And Chay's magic itself? The psych student had always liked to observe from the shadows. The heavens had made that more literal than he had ever dreamed of.

Gallant landed outside and the men moved to meet him.

Marcus dropped to his knees in front of the ex-angel, looking at the giant's crotch expectantly.

"How long have we been out?" Chay asked.

Gallant pulled a glass sphere from his robe. Three concentric golden rings sat within, at seemingly random angles. A needle ticked around the center. "About four inner turns, or five."

"Uh... are those like hours?"

"Thereabout. Now to business."

Gallant pulled out his dick. The prehensile thing seemed to stare at them, a drop of gold forming at the tip. The other three men dropped to their knees, too.

"We got the key stone half," Chay said. "Can we get breakfast?"

"Yes," Gallant said. "I also have news about your signature predicament..."

The pantheon jockeyed for a position at the slit. They fell into their rhythm of two guys licking the nectar, and two caressing the glands' underside, switching every few seconds.

At first, Chay had to trick himself into sucking dick, considering how revulsive the concept was. But the first taste of nectar made him forget his sexuality. The fallen angel fed them pure, blissful masculinity.

The Thai demigod had to fight the urge to push the others away and claim the angle-dick for himself as he spent more time tasting Goro's tongue than nectar. He was plagued by visions of Goro with a demon cock for a tongue, kiss-fucking into Chay's throat.

With an excruciating pace, liquid sex dripped down Chay's throat, giving him ecstatic relief from his cravings. It was nearly impossible to think about girls.

Meanwhile the Nephil explained.

Gallant's relationship with most of the demons was complicated and in many cases strained, Chay had gathered as much during their sub-optimal meeting with Hrailoth, but if you were an ancient, powerful demon in the abyss you made allies. And one of those was able to weaken Hrailoth's strangling curse on their balls.

Marcus and Goro were incapable of listening while nectar short-circuited their heterosexuality, but at least Xane paid some attention to the plan.

It was straightforward. Hopefully it would be easy as well.

===***===

The demigods waited for a bunch of Kobolds to pass their hideout and Chay puppeteered the straggler.

He had `grabbed' an ankylosaur-like, dark orange guy with a spiky, armored back, carrying a hammer.

Piloting the biped reptile as their faux guard, Chay led his friends through the crawlway according to Gallant's instructions. They only had to look sullen or catatonic to pass as slaves.

Chay's short hair was at the limit of credibility, Xane had put an illusion of baldness on himself, Marcus' hair was a bit too long but it stuck to his head with sweat and was passable at a glance.

Goro's long hair was beyond what a slave could grow. Nobody seemed to survive longer than a month or two. Chay wasn't sure why. Humans weren't eaten and only used for light labor. They mostly seemed to serve as a currency of sorts.

Goro had simply asked Xane for a close shave, which the mage had provided. The berserker's baldness would grow back to a mane the moment he frenzied.

In the light of lichen-eating slugs and hypnotically blinking crystal, Chay marveled at how different a shaved head made Xane and Goro look.

The men arrived at a chute that lead up at a nearly ninety degree angle. Two large velociraptor-like Kobolds guarded the elevator.

Fortunately, their puppet had carried a semi-obol. Xane could have created illusory money, at the price of letting his baldness go, which had been plan A.

The puppeteered Kobold wordlessly put the coin into the collection bowl and the guards let them into the cage of iron.

The ride traversed dozens of miles in just a few hundred yards through the crawlway's space bending fuckery.

Xane got bored and did little tricks, like flashing lights and a thumping bass. Too unsubtle for Chay's mildly paranoid taste.

While the leader kept watching the distance markers on the walls, the other three had a sweaty dance party, each man vaguely careful not to rub on the other too much.

===***===

The ceiling of Jheyr'Udd was a nation of upside-down mountains. Stone arches and more precarious bridges of bone and chain connected caves within the mega-stalactites.

The pantheon emerged into a hub cavern, with four bridges leading away. Chay made their puppet walk along, across impossibly high bridges swaying within a faint, cyan aurora.

Their four dick cages began to glow under the white fundoshi, getting stronger as they neared an Overpalace – a demon-owned stalactite.

A banner between bone lanterns proclaimed it as the headquarters of the archeographic association.

"Nobody around," Chay said. "Big G?"

Goro ripped their Kobold's head off and tossed the remains over the edge.

Chay would have liked to let the puppet live, but not only would that compromise them, he could hardly start getting qualms about killing abyss-dwellers. They were slaveholders, looking to break through to earth, after all. Even if he wasn't quite clear why, since there were already plenty of human males around.

He focused on the Wretcher's castle ahead.

Wretchers were minor demons, usually living up high. Their most basic task was to catch slaves who had breached the lax security down on the ground. The Wretcher the pantheon was scheduled to see was called Dle'Shuul.

They reached a wooden gate with artful carvings, speaking to the lord's wealth.

They were expected by a gray Drake in a leather harness.

The six foot, musclebound reptile had a ridge from head to tail and several gold rings on his fingers. A crown of red feathers covered his head.

"You're Gallant's lot?"

"Yes, sir," Chay said, probing for weaknesses. This Drake felt too important for a simple bouncer-job. He had rune tattoos circling his pecs – the magic kind that sucked on your life force to deliver curses onto your enemies if it ever came to that. A demon's work, expensive. Dle'Shuul had sent his lieutenant to welcome the pantheon.

The demigods pulled their fundoshi down to prove their divinity.

"This way."

The Overpalace was a series of organically winding caves. Every wall was brimming with displays of ancient texts. Scrolls in proto-pandemonic, tablets of Elder runes, monument plaques of pre-schism celestial. Some rooms were more like libraries and Chay had to refrain from slipping away to check them out.

The Drake led them into a less public area.

Torches lit spiked iron grates. Some rooms held naked, well-built men, who were mostly awake but not reacting as four humans with shining crotches walked past.

They descended. Lord Dle'Shuul's throne room was near the stalactite's tip, surrounded by red and orange stained glass windows, looking down on a lake far, far below, glowing in a yellow-tinted light.

Thorny, terrifying looking plants grew around the edge of the irregular room. The tiled floor was littered with books and bone piles. Shelfs held flasks of sloshing substances. The air was thick with the smell of moist earth and dry smoke.

Two Hellions in dark blue robes worked on some concoction, overseen by Lord Dle'Shuul himself.

The Wretcher was tall – at the edge of the humanly possible. His skin was pure white with cracks throughout that gave him a marble-like appearance. His bald head lacked horns. With the slanted eyes and pointy ears he had something elfin, but the fangs were too vampiric for comfort.

Bat wings of the same white marbled skin stretched from his black robe.

He took one more drag from his pipe before putting it down.

"Ah, the demigods, come to destroy all our great champion has worked for," Dle'Shuul said with a voice rumbling enough to make Chay's crotch feel the vibrations. He blew smoke.

Chay felt his friends' eyes on him but he didn't know what to say.

The Wretcher laughed, the sound making Chay's beefy thighs ache with the need to jizz.

"It's all impshit to me," the demon continued, "Mashmorg's great designs? You'll find few lords who care for them. So... let me see the damage."

Chay gave his friends a nod. He didn't detect an immediate ambush.

The four demigods pulled their fundoshi down again, revealing crotches so radiant, Dle'Shuul had to squint as he approached them.

The huge, pale demon grabbed Marcus by the balls and the man went to his toes with a yelp.

"Hm..." Dle'Shuul said. "Standard work. Yes, if you anger Hrailoth you'll learn how many ways there are to inflict pain through something so small."

He pulled more and Marcus pushed off the ground, floating to keep up with the grip. Dle'Shuul pulled until the animus-fighter was face to face with him.

"It's been so many centuries since I saw anything like you. I'm glad you're not my enemies but there are no gifts in the abyss. You'll kill a rival for me. Then I help you."

Marcus was let go. Chay walked over to place a hand on the man's shoulder and keep him from any rash actions.

"How do we know you'll stick to your end of the bargain?" Xane asked.

Dle'Shuul laughed again. "Simple. The rival is also a Wretcher. If you do kill him, I know not to mess with you. If you fail you won't be coming back to make demands."

They had to kill a demon? A `minor' demon, yes, but Chay didn't feel confident.

"Consider it done," Xane said, eyes shining with an illusory red gleam.

"Yeah," Marcus added. "The more of you we tear apart, the better."

Chay waited until Dle'Shuul was done laughing again, then asked. "Why do you need us for that? There has to be a catch if the job takes demigods."

Dle'Shuul shrugged. "I'd simply appreciate if Lord Fno'Xhaan was murdered. He'll need decades to resurrect. I have business ventures to expand and he's in the way. But I can't be implicated. I will leave to pay tribute to lord Kshavren, who sponsors my archeographic collection. Should Fno'Xhaan die while I'm at court, who could suspect me?"

The Drake was right behind them again. "I'll point you in the right direction. Follow me."

Chay didn't move. "We have a lot more questions."

Dle'Shuul waved him off. "I won't be in the mood to answer your questions, little god boys. It's time for my slaves to milk nectar."

The demon dropped his black robes. The marble-skin underneath was enviably muscled. The Wretcher had a ridiculously good physique, like every demon seemed to have.

His dick was human-like at first glance, if large.

As the pale tool rapidly hardened, it grew to eight fat inches. The head was pointed, torpedo-like.

Something about it...

It was made of muscle.

Instead of simple swelling tissue, the Wretcher-dick was striated, pumping muscle – contracting willfully to thicken at the expanse of length. A dick like a biceps, four bulges combining into one shaft.

"Muscle... dick?" Xane said, dumbly.

"That's the most perverted thing I've seen so far," Marcus whispered.

"Having something like that was a fantasy I had," Xane said with a heartbreaking glance at his caged human cock.

Goro huffed. "Sounds like something a faggot would be into." He elbow-bumped Xane.

"Fuck you, man."

"I mean for sucking," Goro added. "Not for having."

"Oh, okay."

Chay knew they wouldn't leave until they at least asked. He would have held out for a few more hours but the mere option for more nectar heightened his cravings.

He asked. "Can we milk you, my lord?"

Dle'Shuul didn't laugh this time, but he smirked with his fangs seeming all the most dangerous on his elfin face. "Slave tongues bore me."

"But you said you'd get slaves to-"

"What I mean is, you must offer something slaves cannot. You are less delicate, less fragile than them, correct?"

"You want ass," Chay stated.

"It's too big," Xane said, half-whispering as if unsure whether they should be having the conversation in earshot of the demon. "After the Troll cave I... tried seeing how thick I can take."

"Me too," Goro said. "I'd need a lot more stretching."

"Kobold-dick was the most I've taken," Chay said. "Could... uh, my lord, could we stretch before the... injection?"

"We?" Dle'Shuul asked. "You'll all take my in? Ha, how can I say no to fucking the gods. Help them out!"

The Hellions dropped their robes. It was hard to say with their skullheads but they seemed pleased, eager.

The pantheon, despite their excitement, froze in shock. Hellion dicks were comically long.

Twelve inch shlongs hung between the ripped thighs of dark red, thick veins pulsing on them as they rose to erections. The Hellion dickhead was a flat dome with a thick rim. Breaking past the sphincter with a mushroom this flat and wide was going to be a challenge.

Chay whipped around as he heard the Drake drop his uniform. The buff gray reptile had a dick very different from a Kobold, gently ribbed along the smooth, scaly shaft of wrist-like thickness. The head looked like a blossom – or a tiny fist pointed like a duck head.

"Fuck," Chay said. "We're really gonna do this, huh?"

"I know," Marcus said with a sigh, "but nectar..."

Xane was breathing the most heavily among them. With his legs apart and his thighs trembling he was obviously opening himself up with a mage-hand already.

The pantheon bent over a square table, each one at a different side, all looking at each other. Chay didn't really like seeing his friend's faces during sex but he also didn't want to go on all fours on the floor.

Intimidated by the Hellion's length and dickhead, they played rock-paper-scissor for who would get the Drake.

Chay cheated to win. His magic wasn't mind-reading but he could make an accurate guess in the last split-second.

The ectoplasm-lubed Drake dick entered him slowly. The blossom of the head stretched him enough to make him whine. Luckily, Xane and Marcus were moaning much louder as the Hellions' dickhead-rims pressed into their sphincters.

Goro got to hump backward into Xane's mage-dick for now.

Chay felt tears of joy in his eyes. Each rib of the dino-dick was worth a whole studded Kobold-shaft. The sensation was utterly alien to him but he regretted never playing with anal toys, masculinity be damned.

Once Marcus' and Xane's holes had gotten past the Hellion heads, the remaining twelve inches of dick were nearly trivial. The men's faces contorted in a hilariously well-synched mix of surprise, horror and pleasure.

"So how's everybody doing?" Goro asked through heavy breaths, grinning, sweat glistening on his currently bald head.

"So fucking deep," Xane said, hands on his nipples. "My body is so fucking deep. How... how do I have places that deep inside?"

"F-faster," Chay said in Boldian.

The Drake gripped his waist and humped at full speed.

Each rib sent a shiver through Chay, too fast to process, overlapping into a cacophony of more stimulation than he had known he was capable receiving. He cried, sweating and squeaking.

"Switch," someone said.

Chay's ass was vacated so suddenly he collapsed onto the table unable to stop trembling. `Orgasm' was an insufficient description.

He didn't move until a Hellion slapped his ass and shoved him into position. The dick's rim pushed at his entrance. Despite having been well opened there was still enough resistance to make him cry out as the elite warrior entered him.

The umbralist wiped his tears away, ready to say something to Marcus who was now getting Drake-fucked. Then the Hellion pushed all the way in, shoving aside every internal bend and kink.

Chay got to feel what it meant to discover new places within himself. It never seemed to end. He could feel the stimulation so high up his guts, he wondered if the hellion was literally in his stomach.

He looked at his abs. It seemed as if a fist was punching its way out. Then the top picked up the pace.

Twelve inches went nearly all the way out and back in, then a few quick humps, then all the way again. The overstimulation left Chay not a moment to catch his bearings.

Eventually it was time to switch and he got the boring illusory dildo. Xane couldn't use his creativity for sex while getting railed by the second Hellion so Chay had to hump into a static dick, squeezing pleasure from his guts where he could.

"Hey Xane," Chay said, through heavy breaths. "Can you at least make it a Drake dick?"

Xane raised his head from the table. "Sorry pal, haven't had that fucking monster yet. It's up next for me."

"Can you at least make it bigger?"

Xane dropped his head again without an answer but Chay felt the phantom in his ass swell. He was getting stretched by the invisible studded rod and that would help with their ultimate goal – the Wretcher-dick.

They switched again and Chay was Hellion-filled a second time. Xane got the Drake treatment. His face of pure horrified amazement was enough to make the others chuckle.

Then Marcus moaned louder and gave a thumbs up. Xane must have switched the fake-dick to a Drake-type one.

"Hng, bigger," Marcus said. "Stretch me, bro."

Xane rolled his eyes and wiped sweat from his brow. "Xane do this, Xane do that. Can't a man get monster-railed in peace?"

Marcus stopped holding back. He moaned and groaned and bitch-whined with abandon. It broke the dam and the others joined in. Chay felt his pleasure heightened by indulging his urge to whimper.

Then it was his turn to feel the real Drake again and he was back in heaven.

As the second round concluded, Lord Dle'Shuul was sitting on a simple throne, erect and with a line of gold running down his muscle cock.

Chay cheated at rock-paper-scissor again. He couldn't do it too often or he'd get caught but he wasn't thinking straight with nectar on the line.

Lord Dle'Shuul used the already spilled nectar to lube up his flexing, striated muscle-dick, relaxing it to its thinnest length.

Chay stood with his legs on either side of the bigger marble-legs, ass to the demon, pointing his radiant crotch away to not blind his top.

He sank down.

The nectar pre-cum' was such an effective muscle relaxant that Chay lost control of his thighs and sank faster than intended. The stretching pain barely registered. He was hardly five inches down the shaft when the muscle-cock pulsed, hardening and thickening like a flexed biceps and a dollop of nectar got injected' into Chay's sore guts.

Consuming nectar orally altered the mind. Getting it shot up the ass did all the same things but affected the body a great deal more. Chay's body was flexed as he rode but he felt relaxed to an almost transcendental degree. His whole being was made of sex. Manliness, dick and muscle radiated from his ass into every fiber.

Nectar overflowed and ran in bursts from his hole, splattering down the muscle-cock, alabaster balls and onto the throne.

As the bursts turned to steadier streams from his ass into the recesses of the floor, Chay felt satisfied. For the first time since he had gotten horny in limbo he was truly sexually satisfied.

He had definitely creamed lots across himself but that was as much as he could tell about his body. He had long turned into wax. Dle'Shuul was holding him at the waist and using him as a fleshlight.

Chay watched the gold liquid flow through grooves before the throne into little pools where the Drake was bottling it. Were his friends drinking or patiently waiting their turn? His vision wasn't clear enough to focus on them.

It could have been a minute or an hour. The ride came to an end, eventually. He didn't fight. He was Satisfied. Ready to declare his life a success. Willing to lay there forever and just bask.

He didn't know if he had fallen asleep but after some time the Hellions laid Goro next to him. He dragged the weak, sweating, cum rope covered hunk into a loose hug. Nectar shimmered between the bald Japanese powerlifter's legs.

Chay looked up and saw Xane become a willing fleshlight, his crotch radiating holy light as he became transcendentally Satisfied by the demon that made the aegis react.

It wasn't an ideal solution but now they knew how to fight the horniness. Or was this just another, even worse addiction? Would the satisfaction require more and more `injections'?

Xane's moans became a permanent warbling cry.

In Goro's slick embrace, Chay fell asleep.