== VORTEX QUEST 6-1 ==
== CALL TO ADVENTURE ==
Fifty Goblins, about as many Kobolds, a dozen Liches, a couple of abominations and miscellaneous creatures, all cheering and shouting, pressed to the grate that separated their ranks from the little sand pit in the arena's center.
Underneath an ominous aurora of red and orange, at the base of some minor lord's gray spire, in the arena known as The Final Shredder, a fully naked man with a shoulder-long mullet was fighting for his life against an acid-spewing creature – a mix of snow leopard and shark, bigger than either and capable of enormous leaps.
The human combatant jumped and rolled, his package flopping with an erection. He evaded, just barely, a claw slash across his chest still bleeding, struggling to get back on his feet.
Or so it seemed. Chay was barely paying attention.
Obviously Goro was in no danger of falling prey to one measly abomination. The Final Shredded was were failed experiments and captured limbo-beings were sent to murder each other for the amusement of a betting crowd and Goro was playing a convincing underdog.
The umbralist sat at the back of the ranks, flanked by the remaining two demigods. As long as they didn't draw too much attention, nobody would think them more than figments waiting for their master somewhere in the crowd.
Chay wore a black fundoshi, the friends by his side wore matching gold silk ones. Marcus had finally stopped forcing the words `couple outfit' into every conversation.
"Big G should've been an actor," Marcus said.
"Totes," Xane. "He's playing the audience like a wrestler. Even taking his time to heal that slash. I could never."
Chay cleared his throat. "Yeah, I gave him that one, sorry."
"Really?" Xane said, angry on Goro's behalf.
Chay raised his hands. "Not my intention. I was puppeteering the thing to do something dramatic. Added a long windup so he'd hop out of the way. Then he didn't."
Xane slumped back with a shrug. "Never took him for a drama queen but he lives for the fighting. Oops, it's time again."
"Yeah," Marcus said. "Me too."
"Same," Chay added.
They pulled their fast hardening dicks from their fundoshi pouches and rapidly jerked off, holding their breaths to stay quiet.
This had become an ongoing issue. Walking around with constant hard-ons wasn't all that fun after day one out of the aegis. Cumming five to ten times in a row tended to make their dicks flaccid for a good while but - although the penile orgasms were technically mindblowing - instead of giving them relief they only made the demigods crave anal more, triggering their abyssal horniness more than helping mitigate it.
First cumshot, white goo dripped down Chay's hand and spattered between his feet. He raised his hand to slurp some while using the other to keep jerking.
Rationally, he knew an orgasm like what he had just had would have been the highlight of his day on earth but now it only made him want to sit on something hard and long and thick and-
Second cumshot, more splatters at his feet. The briefest second of pleasure, just enough to remind him of the promise it had held.
Goro was clinging to the abomination's back and digging through to its neck bones.
As soon as the creature collapsed, the next enemy was released. A hunched over humanoid. It was six foot tall but would have been eight if it stood upright. Cloaked into a brown, rotting hood that covered its face and- No, that hood was part of the abomination. A cross between a Hexer and some animal.
Third cumshot. Or fourth. His orgasms were so pathetic, he could easily focus despite them.
Chay took control of the new abomination and had it screech. Just to add dramatic flair. Goro still didn't need help.
"Xee," Marcus whined. "Help your buddy out a little?"
Xane looked around and scooted closer, making Chay and Marcus squish together. A mage-dick slid into Chay's ass, pulsing to greater size. He almost wanted to stop jerking off and enjoy the sensation without distraction.
The next cumshot and some mutual activation of the open signature to aid the mage-dick fuck. Chay was starting to resent his own rod.
Another cumshot, another split-second promising relief, another disappointment.
Marcus sighed, his softening dick tucked back into the gold pouch. "I have no idea how he fights while hard. It's inconvenient just to walk, let alone- Ah, there it is."
As Goro swerved around the merged creature, he rapidly jerked his dick, one hand on his balls, dropping two cumshots in quick succession.
The crowd was more accustomed to the abyss' effects but the display was enough to start a few erections, Chay could tell. Goblins snuck away, weaker ones forced to pleasure their stronger kin and Liches reached into their robes to readjust.
"Okay," Chay said, finally getting his cock to soften, "this is the last match. Let's look for fucks."
Xane rose and stretched. "Same time tomorrow? Should someone else fight?"
They slipped down the stairs to the arena gate where the betting booth was set up.
"I think I'll come alone," Chay said. "No Goro, just my puppets, earning me big bucks."
Xane smirked. "Everybody needs a hobby."
Finding three Kobolds with a craving for slave-holes wasn't too difficult as the crowed trickled away after the final fight and soon the demigods were getting ravaged, their semi-hard cocks threatening to harden into irritating distractions again.
As Chay felt the monsterdick rub his insides with its studded shaft and punch his sphincter with the progressively thickening knots, he banished from his mind the obvious solution.
Diego had lived his life as a top, after all, so it had to be possible. He just needed some time.
===***===
When all four demigods had their holes dripping with monstercum, they walked home. `Home' being the spacious eye hole of an upside down stone-skull near the town of Graaaa Hne'et at the moment. Somewhat imp infested but it wasn't meant to be permanent.
The crawlway lead them onto a long stone arc, stretching over a rushing river, nearly a mile below, with blue fields along the narrow shores. Crumbled statues of ancient demons, now little more than legs and trunks, lined the natural bridge, many desecrated and inscribed with tribal claims.
Goro was just done jerking out his final load and tucked his dick back into the black fundoshi that matched Chay's. He laid his arm around Chay's shoulders, their hips touching.
Part of Chay wanted to say `hey, no touching with the hand you just creamed on' but then Goro casually flicked his nipple and Chay acquiesced, leaning into the bigger man.
The umbralist let a cape of smoke trail behind him, just in case anyone thought they were four easy to pick-off slaves on the run.
He huffed as his balls got lightly crushed.
"I've been thinking," Goro said.
"Hey, that's my job around here." Chay tugged on the signature of the berserker's balls, to crush his in return.
Goro grinned. "You should turn that cockhawk around so the balls are over your forehead."
"Why?"
"When you're on all fours – which is very, very often," –Chay gave the mania-beast another ball crushing- "it looks like a hanging dick, but it would be sexier if it looked like an erection."
"Hm, that would make it more of a middle finger when I bow."
"You never bow," Goro said. "You're getting railed doggy-style like the bitch you are."
Chay nudged him in the waist. "Takes one to know one?"
Goro chuckled. "Sure does. Fuck, I love being a demon slut. That's also something I've been thinking about."
"That we need to befriend some demons?"
"For the nectar, mostly, but..."
Chay nodded. "Building a network, yeah."
The leader was about to ask the couple with golden thongs a few steps ahead of them how they felt and if Xane was up for turning the cockhawk around, but noticed both their asses gaping. The gold-clad couple was walking wide-legged, glutes pushed out, their fundoshi straps laying over open holes that were clearly getting magically blasted.
"Wow," Chay said, loudly, and triggered the two open signatures ahead. "Have some decency."
Xane looked back. "Oh sorry, should we be full-on whisting instead?"
"I meant decency to share, you greedy bottom whore."
"Catch up, then, hehe."
Xane's powers were reduced without his motes, but as a slight compensation, his innate magic had grown, allowing for perhaps two or three spells instead of just one being wielded at the same time – or a single large one, such as a four headed biceps-thick dick ramming through the guts of four men who struggled to make their journey through the crawlway in the throes of pleasure.
Similarly, with Chay's fan gone, he could no longer make his dark creations shoot around like riding a storm but in turn the natural speed of his fog had increased. It seemed the sky fucker had been as generous with them as the rules allowed.
===***===
Leaning on a bag of their belongings, which included their latest wins from betting, Chay got a new haircut. After pushing his hair to grow with healing from his umbra-power, it was in Xane's hands to turn the cockhawk around, `hairy balls' above his forehead.
The professional wizard and amateur stylist kept Chay in place by drilling his ass from below with a mage-dick in the shape of a Reaper's tentacle cock.
His own boring, human dick was growing erect again. From totally soft to painfully hard in three heartbeats. What a nuisance.
Marcus and Goro were deepening their friendship by sucking each other's dicks – probably the only advantage their freed members offered. But within a minute, the mutual suckjob devolved into mutual sixty-nine fisting and they both jerked off as fast as possible to get the distracting erections out of the way.
Chay sighed. "Never thought I'd say that, but these hard-ons are negatively affecting our sex life."
"I dunno," Xane said. "Maybe we just need to find the rhythm. I like fucking like a man again. Aaand, your haircut it done, sir."
Chay rose, trusting Xane to have done a good job, and replaced the vanished mage-dick with his own fist.
Xane was getting sucked off by his mage-mouths, disembodied golden lips and tongues working him.
Is this our life now?, Chay thought as he quickly jerked out his third or fourth or whatever penile orgasm, the sensation fully overwhelmed by his anal pleasure.
Xane was the only one still actively pretending to not-miss the aegis. Either they accepted the cock cage again or they had to find a way to enjoy fucking `like man' the way Diego clearly had.
The thaum-mage's dick was down to a semi, a dollop of cum still hanging off the tip. He lightly squatted and got his ass mage-fist railed.
"What about yours, Big G?" Xane asked and patted his mohawk. "Gonna match the boss?"
Goro was laying on his side, elbow deep in Marcus and vice versa. He clenched his ass, trapping the animus-fighter's arm in his guts and huffed a choked roar as abyssal whole-body-gasms tore at his sanity.
"Or not," Xane continued with a shrug. "I could put a bald spot in the center of your hair and we say it's the matching asshole for Chay's brain-cock."
Goro collapsed just as his orgasm ended, laughing hysterically. The fisters slowly extracted themselves from each other's holes.
Chay quickly tugged on both their demonic signatures to keep the sensation level high – common courtesy. He was ball crushing himself as well.
"Actually," Goro said weakly, "I've been thinking of changing my style. Since it won't stay short... can you weave a braid?"
Xane raised his hands and summoned a spectral third one. "With this equipment, I'm sure I can figure it out."
As the stylist worked, Chay busied himself with Marcus' dick. He didn't like cocksucking that much but he was fine with it at this point. Although... No, they weren't even pretending. Their tongues moved to their holes, then fingers came into the mix... then-
Pie dashed into the room. She'd been circling outside, bothering imps which had kept the hideout nicely clear of critter. She excitedly bounced.
"Anything the matter, girl?" Chay asked.
He gave himself demon horns of fog. Pie did a barrel role. Chay tried to give himself a nebulous dino-head. Another roll, but faster. Wrong track. He made a smoke humanoid in his hand and Pie gave a bounce. He added dragon-fly wings, as transparent as his magic allowed. Pie closed in and gave it a nose-boop.
"Gallant's coming," Chay announced.
"Out of all your gifts," Marcus said, "I'm most impressed that you're fluent in cat."
The gold-skinned giant landed gracefully on the rim of the skull's eye socket and ducked inside.
"Wow," Xane said. "We just moved in. How did you know where we were?"
"Angelic intuition," Gallant said.
In truth, Chay suspected, the Nephilim had kept some of the demon blood used in the curse-transfer and could use it to track the demigods anytime for the next while. He wasn't going to confront Gallant about it – yet.
"Brought a housewarming gift?" Marcus asked and dropped to his knees before the fallen celestial.
Gallant let his stupidly long dick slip from his white robes like a golden serpent and the pantheon started licking.
"It's quick interesting," Gallant started, his deep, rumbling voice adding to the erotic hammer-to-the-brain that was his nectar, "that your final destination was in this realm. Valor told me it was the last station of an older group of demigods, back when he was still young and roaming freely."
Chay's mind was transported to a world where he was floating on an ocean of nectar, the sky above reflecting the gold back down at him. Angel-dicks rose from the wide sea and slammed into his ass five at a time.
"They never made it home," Gallant continued, "despite successfully preventing the Spinal Harvest. They got trapped in a phenomenon similar to the time chamber the Aelves used, created by a Time Ghoul."
Chay let go of a vision of him being a whole-body fist entering Marcus. He sat back. "And you're telling us this because?"
"I just figured you might want to see if there's something you can do for them. Human solidarity. They are sadly trapped within a volcano where the Time Ghoul rests, which is why nobody so far bothered to check up on them."
Chay sighed. "And you know exactly what we'll need and how to get it."
Gallant grinned. "Fortunate, isn't it? An illusion ship should do the trick. Those would be incredibly difficult to acquire but there are some pirates who recently stole one and..."
"You want the treasure on board," Chay thought out loud. "We get the ship, which you're making us want because there are demigods to rescue."
Gallant did not seem fuzzed. "What do you say?"
Chay rolled his eyes, glanced at his cocksucking friends and turned around, pointing his ass at the Nephil. "I'll say yes - if you fuck me."
Gallant pulled a gourd bottle of nectar from his belt and poured it into a piss puddle on the floor where three demigods collided to lick.
Then the angelic dick slithered into Chay's ass and the nectar injection made him forget he had an erection. Somebody kindly crushed his balls. The sensation of bliss was so overwhelming he had to force himself to remember to breathe. If it hadn't been for his umbra-power letting him hold his breath, he'd have dropped unconscious from the Nephil fuck.
That other pantheon had been trapped for a long time. They could wait a bit more.
===+++===
And onto the final arc...