Vortex Quest B. 03

== VORTEX QUEST 3-2 ==

== A NEW ALLIANCE ==

The nature of nectar-addiction was interesting to ponder. Did Marcus constantly think about muscular men and fucking demons because he now craved it psychologically or had the substance given him a bodily dependence with the dreaming-about-fag-sex being a side effect?

At first he had redirected the horniness to thinking about the girls he had fucked and porn he had liked but by now he was staring at Xane's and Chay's backsides thoroughly entranced by the fibers and striations in their perfect male shape.

Had he lost his cage, he'd have fucked every one of his fellow demigods brutally.

Apropos cage. Light shone from Xane's crotch, making his sweat dripping skin gleam beyond what the fake-suns' daylight already accomplished.

Marcus was supposed to pay attention.

"Best I can describe it," Xane said, "there's a 'dial' you turn -- from 'no demon here' all the way to 'holy shit, were surrounded by the fuckers'."

"Yeah, I got as much," Chay said. "Just not sure how umbra-magic can turn that dial. Maybe only thaum can. You're the most versatile player here."

"Nobody's vers," Marcus said. "We're all bottoms."

Xane sent him a reflexive middle finger. Marcus sent one back. An invisible mage-hand slapped his butt and made him yelp. Xane smirked with satisfaction, not even looking his way.

Marcus responded by kicking some red sand at the cunt of a wizard.

A puff of smoke exploded from Chay's crotch and his aegis lit up. "Oh, got it. Hey, that's some cool shit. I can use it like a search light."

"Maybe the aegises have hidden functions," Goro speculated.

"Swiss army knife between the legs," Xane said. "Can only hope so, considering how much the sky-asshole fucked us over with those."

"Something's wrong," Chay said, looking at the rusty landscape around. The two crotch lamps turned off as all four demigods focused. "The ground moved. There and there and th- Something's surrounding us underground."

Immense dread fell over Marcus. Being where he was felt like the biggest mistake, but moving felt worse.

Serrated vines, thick like arms, burst up in sand clouds and swiped at the pantheon.

Marcus escaped with a wheel over the swipe and a twirl past the follow-up vine. He flew leg-first through a pair of thorny vines trying to encircle him.

His chakram slipped from his wrist and started cutting anything in reach. His white burning hands chopped.

Goro had pushed Chay out of the vine's grasp and gotten entwined himself, skin tearing where the wooden edges dug in. With a bestial roar, he started ripping.

Flames traveled along the vines, bursting from pores, vaguely aimed at Goro and Chay.

Xane sent a smattering of bolts at the plant that burst into ice where they impacted.

Marcus raced around the cluster of vines that grew thicker around Goro and cut at the root with his chakram while he kept the tips busy with acrobatics just out of reach.

One of Xane's butterflies grew man-sized and laid itself over the writhing cluster, then turned to acid. The whole area shook.

"Flayhorror," Chay shouted. "Most of it's underground. It wants skin. We have-"

He got engulfed in flame as more vines grew next to him and spewed semi-liquid fire. His mist seemed to dampen the flames -- somewhat. Chay screamed as he burned.

Pie was already out and biting where she could.

Marcus had the fight the urge to flee but the dread made it difficult to focus on more than basic moves. Hit a vine, slip through a grasp, heal from a scratch.

Xane dragged Chay away while sending purple lightning into the nearest vines.

The central cluster got ripped from its base as enough vines were severed. The huge knot, with Goro inside, rose into the air, dropping wood chips.

Marcus kept evading vines but the Flayhorror had figured out that he was agile and laid traps -- vines in the sand waiting for him to touch down before snapping around his ankles.

Xane sent a butterfly like a missile that turned the burning vine knot into a steaming one.

It exploded in a shower of sparks and plant matter.

The figure inside was black and red, skin either ripped off or burned. The massive hunk looked more terrifying than any demon.

Goro dropped down and pummeled the ground, dead, crispy skin raining off him as new one grew. His fists turned the area into a dust cloud.

The Flayhorror left the other demigods alone and turned all attention on the digging Goro.

Chay pointed, Xane fired. Vines got shot down by rot and lightning before they hit Goro in the back. Marcus followed Pie around. She acted like a detector as vines sensed her presence and tried to grab the smoke-creature. Marcus' charged chops broke the vines where their flexibility failed.

More dust rose as the Flayhorror retreated deeper.

"We got it," Chay shouted and coughed.

Xane magically sand-shaped, or maybe air-shaped, the dust cloud to gather it in his palm like a curtain he slowly pulled off the landscape.

Goro emerged upright, expressionless with his eyes at the horizon in a 'relaxed' stage-pose. His pumped up muscles returned to their normal insane proportions and his breathing calmed down. Like a nightmare tornado-inferno-quake with an off-switch. His hair fell in wild streaks over his face as he finished healing. The mark of madness across his back shrank to a tramp stamp.

Marcus wanted to fuck his muscles but he wasn't going to say that until he had thought of a way to make it funny.

"Dude," Xane said. "That was so awesome, I'd suck your dick if I could."

Shit, outdone. Marcus kicked more sand at the Korean.

"Not sure it's over." Chay pointed up. "We've been noticed."

===***===

The realm liner wasn't much bigger than a speedboat. Its green sails -- hanging underneath the hull -- nearly scraped the desert as the iron ship pulled into a hover next to the pantheon.

The berserker's crotch glowed.

Goro quickly turned his hair tie into a new fundoshi to cover up. He had Xane shave him bald and let the mark of madness slip into his ass crack. They could pass for slaves now, as long as the strangers hadn't seen them fight a monster.

The vessel was piloted by a blue Aeodrake with all four hands on a rudder. A Glooper stood wobbling beside him.

Then a golden babyface poked from around an arch. A Nephil.

The eight-and-a-half foot fallen angel grinned, spread his shimmering dragonfly wings and glided down. He wore bleached leather straps like a slutty gay-pride version of armor.

His voice had the usual deep, dark demonic vibration that traveled right to Marcus' crotch.

"I take it you are the godly beings Galant mentioned?" He bowed lightly. "Call me Ardor. We could exchange favors."

Marcus kept staring at the Nephil's crotch. The leather bulge moved as if to draw attention to what was hiding between the golden thighs that were themselves inviting. Fuck, Marcus was horny enough to die for cock. No, he had to focus.

Chay spoke. "You know we're here to destroy the vortex?"

"Naturally. Some stand to profit from your success. First let me introduce you to my friend, who originally alerted me to the presence of four free slaves with unusual powers. This is Tfeccus."

A marble skinned demon stepped over the boat's edge. He was a Wretcher Fiend, even the bat-face looked youthful. Nearly a foot shorter than Ardor, his white muscles shone in the desert suns.

He dropped his gray robes, revealing a pointed muscle dick hanging under his abs, as long as a forearm. It contracted like a biceps at will, veins bulging. Marcus felt weak on his knees.

"What do you say?" Ardor asked with an insufferable grin. "Seal the contract with a drink?"

There was no hesitation. The demigods stumbled forward. Marcus crashed into Chay and fell. Stumble-crawling like a drunk, he fought for a place at the demon's crotch.

The fallen angel made a show of dropping his own robes. The demigods scrambled into position.

"Just a little test," Ardor said. "To make sure you are who Galant described."

He made two fists, as did Wretcher Fiend Tfeccus. Each man got his balls crushed by the signature they had carried since Jheyr'Udd. Marcus screeched at the sudden, brutal, ongoing pain. Tears shot into his eyes.

He was so horny that even ball crushing felt erotic, maybe more so than jerking off had ever felt on earth.

The nectar flowed.

The Nephil's long, prehensile hose worked itself on the lips of Marcus, Chay and Goro while Xane and his mage-tongue had Tfeccus to themselves for now.

The Wretcher pumped his own dick with legs spread. "Eat my hole with that magic tongue, slave."

Ardor chuckled. "Any more of you have extra tongues?"

The three nectar-lickers hummed in the negative. Marcus was barely intelligible, brain full of visions of him in the martial arts club shower with all his friends but they were somehow all fucking him at the same time and the showers rained cum instead of water and he drank all of it and also everyone was a demon. Not the most coherent fantasy. But hot and beautiful and desperately needed.

"Then use the real thing," Ardor said and his hose bent under his balls to touch his asshole as he spread his muscled legs. The sweat dripping men crashed into each other as their faces squeezed into the golden crack.

"Who wants a fuck?" Tfeccus asked and pushed Xane away while tele-crushing the mage's balls.

The demigods played rock-paper-scissor. Marcus didn't win and didn't bother checking who had. Somebody else got spread by the flexing, pulsing Wretcher muscle dick while Xane joined their tongue-fest.

A finger intruded into Marcus's hole, then three. He returned the favor to the nearest ass in reach, never ceasing to lick the honey. Nectar had always tasted like a hundred different things, but now that he was familiar with the taste of other men's cum, it seemed to have gotten stuck on jizz flavor. He was too sexed up to care.

Eventually they played for the next round on the Wretcher dick and Marcus won. He fought with himself upon leaving the angelic dick and crawled over to get muscle-dick fucked. Having the marble-skinned demon ram into his hole was overwhelming. The dick slipped in long and thin, then exploded into hard muscle like a punch in all direction.

Oh, how he had missed that. Getting pumped full with nectar kept him going even as Tfeccus had fun tormenting his balls in random bursts of demonic magic.

The moment it was over, Marcus felt like curling up in a blanket with a teddy bear and hot chocolate and maybe having a good cry. But also he was as close to peak horny as ever so maybe swap out the teddy for a hard fisting and the drink for an icy shower and, uh, even harder fisting.

"Oh man," Marcus said and used his animus-healing to bring his legs together. "If we ever get out of the abyss I'll seriously jerk off for a few days straight."

"Then let's start on that project," Chay said, wobbly on his feet, "by getting the next vortex down."