== 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."