== VORTEX QUEST 2-8 ==
== AND THAT MAKES THREE ==
Naturally, the men couldn't contain their holes on the way back, arranging a fisting-chain on the Wyvern again.
Marcus felt weirdly proud of getting Xane's considerably buff arm inside himself to the elbow. It wasn't supposed to be that easy, right? None of his girlfriends would have been able to just sit on a fucking *arm* like it was second nature.
The sensation was beyond description. Marcus had always felt like horniness shot right to his dick, which could harden within just two heartbeats. But now he kept forgetting he even had a dick inside that aegis, feeling horny everywhere on his body at once, with bliss pulsing from Xane's fist like an orgasm-pump.
As soon as they reached the fallen tower, Marcus dropped into a corner and fell asleep. Chay was going to do the debriefing and whatever shit Marcus didn't have the patience for.
He woke up with Goro halfway draped over him as a big spoon, having to stifle the urge to cry at the disorienting haze of erotic yearning.
The lithe little spoon felt a burning desire to drink nectar, or to be precise, to get the muscle-cock-demon sex injection that turned his brain into a man-sex obsession machine. Could an asshole be parched?
When had he stopped forcibly redirecting his thoughts to chicks?
Chay came up to him, looking like he had just gotten up, too. "Hole tight?"
Marcus grinned. "Is that how we say good morning now?"
Chay handed him a nectar bud. Gold was dripping from his own thighs, which he regularly swiped off and licked.
Marcus gratefully shoved the 'egg' into his ass and spasmed as the injection gave him what he craved.
Chay pushed a bud into Goro's hole while the giant slept soundly.
Marcus felt Goro's hug tighten as the Japanese powerlifter with a bun woke up from sexual bliss.
Xane was floating, eyes aglow, limbs lightly spread. Lightning slowly danced around him, enhancing his perfectly proportioned frame. He looked like a terrifying god.
"He's got five motes now," Chay explained. "Trying to make himself look like a superhero. He says it's to practice intimidating his enemies but," Chay smirked, "he just gets off on that shit."
"Well," Marcus said, sitting up with ass rhythmically clenching, "if I was a villain I'd defo shit myself when he shows up. Until I see the chastity, that is, hehe."
Goro bent his massive legs and fingered his own hole. "Uh, fuck," he mumbled. "Can't feel a thing."
Marcus draped himself over the broader guy and hooked his fingers in. He got Goro's fingers in return. Getting prostate-pleasured while the bud melted inside his guts was pretty good, the martial artist had to admit. He moaned into Goro's rising and falling pecs.
Their fingering speed increased. Marcus raised his head and their eyes met. They burst into laughter.
"Holy fuck," Goro said. "We look like two faggots."
"Yup. But it feels soooo good."
Marcus breathed Goro's scent in. It was the manly smell that nectar visions put into his nose. He wasn't fighting it anymore. It wasn't like chicks would ever know about his abyssal adventures.
===***===
Saan'kurr the Wretcher had pointed them at their final target -- Phivvinum's last vortex. The way wasn't one a Wyvern would travel, they had to rent a liner.
Marcus was in a daze while Chay arranged everything.
During college, Marcus had gotten much better at organization, patience and plain getting his life the fuck together. He resented the abyss for setting him back.
But part of him took pride in being a restless, holy wreckingball.
To his unreasonable joy it was the Ceiling Dancer. The crew of Aeobolds and a Glitzer -- that scary hunk of crystal -- were willing to travel to Champion Remvan's territory directly.
Chay was in his 'Cinereant' form, oozing darkness. He handed over a whole stack of deka-obols and the otherwise empty ship floated upward.
Since Marcus and Xane were both still fully nude, they wore illusory dicks over their aegises. Marcus was pretty sure it was his real dick, but a good 50 percept bigger, maybe as a tongue-in-cheek apology. Xane's fake dick was reasonably sized but clearly on the bigger side.
The mage was drawing on himself, leaving various tattoos on his skin that faded as he moved onto the next. Marcus kind of wished he had magic like that but he had never been much of an artist. If it took more than five minutes to create it was too boring for him.
===***===
This was the first time Marcus felt a chill in the air since they had entered the abyss. Cold didn't seem to affect him, but he could still sense it.
Then the barge rounded a corner and Marcus got blinded.
Remvan lived in an arctic environment inside a deep crevice. Silver slabs were frosted over, geodes hung with icicles. Snow covered every surface. Even the aurora was blue hued.
Signs of life were sparse, but the long cave of about half a mile across was lit by the rapidly flashing blue of a half-formed vortex. Rings of buildings stood out from the snow surrounding the energy whirl. A mile above it was a huge stalactite -- Remvan's overcastle.
Chay let mists overflow the Ceiling Dancer, hiding the liner's approach behind a fast drifting cloud. Captain Lasher followed the cloud away from the overcastle's sight, behind a smaller stalactite.
The demigods hopped off and Xane sacrificed a large red butterfly on a disused crane to make it lower a drawbridge. Icicles rained.
The path was clear across cracked ice bridges between stalactites, leading to the upper balconies of Remvan's home.
The leader stared intently at the structure and the vortex with its village below.
"Feels like... nevermind," Chay said eventually. "Remember, we're only here find the keystone. Chralloth gave us everything else we'll need. He's trying to court Remvan as an ally, so we'll tread lightly here."
Marcus rubbed his hands. He wasn't actually chilly -- they were all immune -- but he felt like he *should* and that made him impatient.
Finally, when Xane had restored his mote supply, Chay waved them to attack and in the cover of fog, they slid across a pointed ice bridge like naked snowboarders.
Marcus had to resist the urge to shout 'woooo' as he skated along the precariously thin, slippery path a mile above the ground, guided by animus-power's supernatural agility and reflexes.
His crotch flashed as his illusory dick vanished. The holy light was strong. A demon had to be right near-
The mists were wiped away by a strong gust. Remvan hovered before them, wings emanating strong wind without flapping.
