== VORTEX QUEST 2-7 ==
== FULL STEAM AHEAD ==
The Wyvern ride was a quiet one. It took some effort to clamp their muscular legs together whenever the flying serpent made a sharper turn but the long white creature's predictably rhythm let the tired men hang together.
Chay was sandwiched between Xane and Goro, leaning on the mage's hard pecs and washboard abs, the Korean's ripped legs lightly pincering Chay's. The berserker's huge v-tapered back was sweat slick enough Chay had to grab onto the flexed obliques during sharp Wyvern turns.
Marcus was up front, practically in Goro's lap, cutting the occasional imp from the air to keep their flight near the ceiling undisturbed.
Clearly they were leaning into each other in an attempt to cuddle after sex while pretending to do it merely out of exhaustion. The umbralist didn't need his powers to tell as much.
Truthfully, Chay was doing the same. Lightly groping Goro while being Xane's little spoon let Chay keep the rumbling waves of horniness at bay that made him want to hump senselessly.
Xane had his black hair back, having managed to heal a targeted strip of follicles into a mohawk. His haircut imitated Marcus', who had his narrow pure white mohawk back, too. Goro's long hair flew openly in Phivvinum's warm-to-hot breeze.
Their destination was a 'fallen tower' -- a minor fortress in some off-the-path crevice that had been abandoned by its owner. Lord Chralloth's people had claimed it as a headquarter.
The pantheon entered with crotches shining. Chay fanned a thin layer of smoke around them in crotch-height, to keep their allies comfortable.
They were awaited by a Wretcher who introduced himself as Saan'kurr. The marble-skinned, vampire-fanged demon towered over them, wing flaps making his revealing robe flutter. Golden molt-mail was fitted onto his collarbones, draped over his pecs.
Chay did not detect veiled aggression, only curiosity and impatience. Saan'kurr was a great negotiator, the umbralist could tell, but his skills had been honed on demons -- talking to humans was a new experience.
He was accompanied by a Daemon Fiend of seven feet with his double dick making a strong imprint on his gray robe. It was an especially young one, eager to prove himself but cowardly. Also, he was horny.
"Can we have our stuff back now?" Chay asked after introductions were over.
"Certainly," Saan'kurr said and pulled their possession from his robe.
Marcus slipped into the red fundoshi, Goro into the white, silken one. Chay made sure the voidblade was safely tied to a leather belt and hung it over his shoulder.
Goro's bead string had dissolved beyond Xane's ability to mend it, too many fibers breaking away. Saan'kurr volunteered a small clasp that let Goro make himself a convenient tail on top of his head.
"With our common goal achieved," Saan'kurr said, "we can move onto the net target. Champion Loyakken claims to near completion of his vortex. His realm is small and barren but he's a technical genius so I find it plausible. Lucky for you, we have an insider."
Chay detected wariness at sharing the information but confidence in its content. Saan'kurr really believed their mission was promising.
Chay nodded. "Let's hear the details."
"I think I'm supposed to reward you with a gift first."
The unnamed demonling dropped his robes, revealing the expected top tier physique and two rapidly rising, ribbed dicks over heavy balls.
"You like nectar, don't you?" Saan'kurr said, unbearably smug. "Lick as much as you can."
Chay knew he should have shown discipline and composure, but it was as if his knees bent themselves.
===***===
Another mission, another Wyvern ride. It was a long one, too. Getting to these vortices by foot would have taken ages.
"Think of it this way," Marcus said, playfully tweaking the skin a millimeter underneath Chay's nipples. "If you have to fuck a guy, would you rather be the passive bitch getting railed or the aggressor?"
Chay slumped, partly for theatrics, partly to make Marcus "accidentally" touch his nipples. "Obviously, if you put it that way, being the voidblade user is the better choice, but the carnal craving curse sucks demon-balls."
Xane twisted around on the serpent. He had his hands out and was letting rainbow sparkles trail behind them. Not exactly inconspicuous but they were passing through sparsely populated canyons.
"You just got to keep it in mind as a finisher," the shortest demigod said. "Don't *not* use it but only when you can safely get cursed."
"I know," Chay said. "I'm not an idiot."
"I'm just letting you know I'll be there if you need to satisfy the carnal craving."
"Same," Marcus said.
"You know," Chay said with a deadpan, "it's weird how none of you seem to mind being the 'passive bitch getting railed'."
Xane flexed one arm with a smirk. "Turns out, when my dick is on vacation I like sex the lazy way."
Marcus chuckled. "'Vacation'. Fuck, I keep forgetting I *have* a dick. With the sex we've been having... It's not even sex, it doesn't compare. No pussy can get me pleasure like that. Fuck, I made myself horny."
Goro, who was at the back this time, sighed. "I need it bad."
"Same," Chay said. "This isn't sustainable. We'll have to fuck before we attack Loyakken's labs."
"We could get a head start," Xane said. He made an upward fisting gesture and Goro let out a surprise yelp that turned into a soulful groan.
Xane leaned forward, exposing his hole to Chay. "I'll pay you back on your turn."
"Goro, lube," Chay commanded.
The mania-warrior reached into his linen bag with twitching muscles, eyes crossed, and retrieved the lube. Xane had mended the rest of the voidblade's containment leather into a plasmaskin.
Chay's lubed fist glided with little trouble into Xane's hole. Inserting his hand was as close to topping as Chay got and he let himself relish the feeling of his sculpted friend falling apart around his arm.
They entered the steam-lands.
The geodes became more fractured and spiky, the aurora thick and milky, the silver shards smoother. Steam rose from geysers, some reaching the height of skyscrapers. Hot plasm shot from cracks all along the floor, walls and ceiling.
Glinting carts zoomed between struts that stood tall in the sparsely settled rockscape. A rail network in defiance of gravity, built by lost 'Mockery-tech' from a forgotten realm. Once encompassing much of the steam-lands, the rail was little more than bulk cargo transport between major nodes now.
Goro managed to get his fist into Marcus, but the Wyvern didn't let Chay and Marcus connect, too, without precariously sliding. Xane had to alternate between pleasing Chay and his gym buddy.
The total lack of warning made the experience extra fun. Chay's anticipation of entry kept him jittery, while the mage-hand finally up his ass made him relax on a level he knew at best from the rare hour-long massages he had treated himself to during his cycling heydays - plus ultra-climaxes.
"Hey Chay," Marcus said, sounding mischievous. "What happens if you summon the voidblade now? Would you tongue bath Xane's guts from inside?"
