Vortex Quest B. 06

== VORTEX QUEST 6-10 ==

== A CUM-FULL SEND OFF ==

The group didn't even leave the tunnels before the orgy started.

As soon as the dead-end of limbo was behind the expedition, Chay had dropped a suggestion since he was about to suffer the carnal craving curse anyway and could have used a fuck.

The Daemon Fiend Skne'Mosh speared the pantheon's leader on his ridiculously massive cocks -- both red rods sinking into the Thai ass, spreading Chay inhumanly apart as nectar dripped from the rim.

Goro squatted over the crotch of Tnav'Hkess and got his guts hammered by the ever expanding and contracting muscle dick, pleasure ripping through the berserker who sobbed with a face of panic at the mindbreaking lust.

Repnus' three bendy, segmented dicks were ravaging the remaining demigods, who cuddled in a pile of embraces and quivering legs.

Diego loved seeing the faces of his friends as their minds were shredded by hellish delight. He was definitely far beyond mere crushes.

The nectar also made him desperately fall in love with whatever demon was fucking him but thankfully that didn't last -- or he'd be in a lot of trouble.

Diego made out with Xane and Marcus alternately, knowing he'd be in their nectar visions as much as they were in his. He didn't need them to be gay to like him back as much as necessary. Although, if any of them decided to get flipped again for any reason, he wouldn't be the only one so distracted by the display of muscle, grace and beauty -- and contorted grimaces of horror in the face of unspeakable bliss.

As a bonus, the Rock Lubber curse seemed mostly finished, the three cursed demigods' cumshots down to a trickle of drops.

After swimming in a world of sex and dicks and men and demons, the orgy calmed down, spent cocks withdrew and the dungeneers settled into a vague cuddle.

"Over too fast," Marcus said softly, eyes glassy.

"More than two Ring Turns," Tnav'Hkess announced.

"Man," Chay said, "teen demons can *fuck*."

"So as I said," Marcus continued, "much too short."

Chay let black fog puffs waft from his palm to the demigod's crotches, to cover the blinding light they radiated. Frankly, Diego's aegis was too cum-caked to shine much. Layers of layers of gobs.

Xane kindly cleaned them off before the fog laid itself over the five lit crotches.

Diego felt a late cumshot drizzle down his ass crack. He pulled himself closer to Goro's body. Not the cuddliest team member but damn nice to lean into.

"I would have to agree," a voice spoke right into Diego's skull.

Qoo-Re hovered closer.

"Oh right," Diego said. "Did you drink our desires?"

Despite the Wraith's speech being purely mental, there was a distinct impression of lip smacking. "I did. It was a rare feast. Though I could fit more."

Chay hummed. "I'd rather not have you hit us with that sex craving curse, actually. We just so nicely relaxed right now."

"Oh, but I can simply..." The Wraith floated above them, a hundred large, dark arms slowly waving. "...fuck."

"You don't have a di-" Chay's eyes went wide. "Oh. Why did I never think of that? Guys? Ass up, face down."

Diego felt like he was made out of overcooked noodles. It took ward-magic to let him roll over.

Their cuddle pile broke apart, each demigod facing a different way.

"Uh, can I make a request?" Diego asked. "Let's face the other way. Inward."

He was met with shrugs and complacency. The men on all fours formed a circle, looking at each other, legs spread.

Five low hanging hands from the Wraith's 'grape bunch' shape stretched down to circle five holes, loose and nectar dripping. Each finger was the size of a moderate human dick.

All hands slipped in at once. Diego freely whined and flexed, his gaze dashing between the gorgeous hunks' faces as they were pushed back over the edge of desire.

Qoo-Re added another hand to each man, slipping one out as the other slipped in. The gut massage began.

The crotch-fog faded as Chay lost control and five flashes illuminated the demigods, who were fully shaded by the large creature above.

More hands, teasing and pinching and caressing. Arms now going in both at once, each demigod taking large double fists.

Diego felt like he had made a mistake. I was too much sex, surely. He had just spent two hours in orgasm-land, he couldn't go back there. Especially since a Wraith's appetite, as far as Diego knew, wasn't finite.

Then he glimpsed the faces of his companions and forgot his worries. They were closer now, getting pushed together by the deep double fistings. And they were beautiful.

A third hand.

The demigods were laughing, crying, shaking, even retching. Diego was not in control of himself in any way. Whether he even managed to look up or had his face on the ground was up to random spasms tossing him up and down.

He saw his sobbing-laughing friends through his own tears.

Their asses looked comically spread. Human anatomy was not meant to accommodate three arms that big. Could Wraiths make their limbs bigger? He had never seen one shapeshift but he hadn't been around many. Not that he could have done anything about it.

After many more punches, the pantheon met in the middle, heads and faces pressing together. Chay's cockhawk, Goro's braid, a black and a white mohawk. It seemed like some of them were trying to speak. Their heads slipped past each other, lips meeting necks and shoulders to groan into.

So this was how they were going to spend the next few hours. Or days, if the other expeditioners got bored and left them in Qoo-Re's care.

Except the Fiends had been invigorated. Right, century old 'teenagers'.

Demonic cocks sank into already fist-filled demigod holes, pumping more nectar, spreading asses to the point of hilarity. And Diego was so, so smitten.

===***===

Marcus wasn't known for his great sense of time but even he knew it had taken them forever to find their way back to the Sneak Attack. Some part of him was still there in that random cave, getting his ass shredded by Wraith hands.

He paced the length of the vessel, vaguely dancing through the soft convulsions of pleasure still occasionally tracing his long body.

It didn't feel as crammed anymore, with the skullheads gone. Gonyo Bana the Troll had found a tribe to take him on, leaving only Helping Bite at the helm and 'Mister Jelly' for general housekeeping.

Marcus walked by the engine room where Goro sucked slave dick, and out into the corridor where Diego dozed on top of Xane in a hammock.

Marcus saw that the thaum-mage was awake. "Hey."

Xane sighed with a smirk. "Don't ask 'are we there yet?' cause I don't know. Chay's still studying maps."

Marcus noticed the resting men's dry crotches. They were fully naked, no crusted cum on their aegises. "Not cursed anymore?"

"Barely," Xane said and rubbed the pecs of the lightly stirring Diego. "Down to a cumshot every ten Notches." The wizard let a time sphere from a shelf snap into his hand. "Actually, maybe check on Chay. He's been holed up forever."

"Will do, co-captain," Marcus said with a salute.

It was only a few steps to the captain's cabin. The animus-fighter knocked gently but didn't wait before opening.

Chay sat cross-legged atop a pink cloud, Pie in his lap, an abyssal landscape of teal plasmafalls outside beyond the hull's arches.

The umbralist looked up from a scroll. "Hey there. What's up?"

"Are we there yet?"

Chay rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Fine. We're as prepared as we'll ever be. It's weird, not having a deadline, you know."

"We know you're a perfectionist," Xane's voice came from outside as his and Diego's feet hit the deck. Their faces appeared in the door frame. "Starting to think we need a new leader. See Chay, you work great under pressure, but..." -an illusory red cape flowed from the wizard's shoulders and a halo surrounded him- "maybe we should think about who deserves to be the real top dog of this team."

"Good idea," Marcus said with a clap that made whitefire sparks fly. "My vote goes to Diego."

"I'm flattered," the gay guy said. "Personally I was thinking about Goro, since he's so tall and big and tall and strong and *tall*."

Marcus felt his Signature activate and flinched at the equivalent of a knee to the balls. Diego flinched, too, as an electroshock spark flashed between his ass cheeks.

Xane, hands on his hip, said, "I'm gonna make the biggest mage-cock that fits down your throats and teach you something about size."

"No superpowered fights," Chay said and stepped off his cloud. He was naked.

"Fine," Xane said. "No hard feelings?"

The thaum-mage blew a kiss, illusory red lips traveling to Marcus. He felt a tongue lick on his asshole as the lips reached his face. Diego got a real kiss on the cheek and -- from the way his legs split -- a whole assfull of mage-dick.

Xane grabbed Diego by the balls without squeezing. "We're so getting you an open signature first thing when this mission is done."

"What if I don't want one?" Diego asked, pouting and faux-shy.

"But would you actually say no?"

"But what if I do?"

"But would you?"

"But what if-"

Marcus stomped. "Chay! Diego is stealing my friendship-dynamic with Xee. Make him give it back."

Chay met his eyes, oozed smoke and turned invisible within.

"Wow," Marcus said. "Rude. Mutiny time. Who's in?"

Goro came up behind the couple in the door frame, making them shuffle into the space which was getting tight.

"What are we talking about?" the largest demigod asked.

"Absolutely nothing," Chay said, fading back into existence.

"Bestie," Xane said and snuggled up to Goro's pecs. "These bitches are conspiring against me."

Goro gave a grunt and sat down which was the signal for the rest of the pantheon to sit, too. Marcus' legs were rubbing on Xane's. A quiet 'no hard feelings'. Goro leaned into Diego's crotch and drank piss while the group settled in.

"I know," Goro said, "it goes without saying, but we should make friends with some more Wraiths."

Chay snapped his fingers. "Already on my list. Oh, that reminds me of my list. Xee, I need my fundoshi fixed. Got ripped up."

Diego nestled himself into Chay's neck. "Sure you don't want to join the jock-crew? You can keep it black."

Chay paused, then shrugged. "I'll switch over when Xane does."

The thaum-mage hummed. "But I like the leaders having a differently cut uniform. I'll think about it and surprise you. Anything else?"

Chay pulled out the psychometric lens they had received as meager payment for their dungeneering services. "It's not hard to use and may not even be necessary but now that we've got this I'd like you each to get some practice with it. I'll go tell Helping Bite we're wrapping up."

The leader walked out, getting a slap on the bubble butt from each man as he pushed through the crowd and then a fifth, very hard one from a mage-hand.

The lens was a palm-sized, round, red glass, embedded in a thick, spiky, bronze frame. Rock-paper-scissor won Diego the first go, then Xane, the Goro.

The tall, lean Filipino swimmer took this as an opportunity to practice patience -- meaning he got totally distracted watching the outside fly by and didn't hear any of the revelations his friends were sharing.

But Chay had been right. It was easy enough to use.

As soon as Marcus held the lens over his right eye like a demonic monocle, the frame's spike dug into the flesh around his eye socket, sinking into his skin without causing pain, keeping itself in place.

Through the haze of red, he saw his surrounding with an overlay of blur around living beings. His own veins and bones were drawn red in his vision, as were blood and bones of the people in the room, a faint outline cast along their silhouette.

Looking farther, Marcus saw the Troll mechanic's frame at the back of the ship, little tadpole's where the fuel-slave's heads were, the straight lines of their Glooper employee and finally at the steering console, a human shape getting fucked by a four-armed Kobold.

"So that's why he's not back yet," Marcus said.

"Dude," Xane said. "We've been making fun of Chay this whole time. Where were you?"

Marcus covered the naked eye to focus better on Chay. "If they'd take juuuust two more steps forward, they'd be a sexy figurehead at the bow."

Goro huffed. "That... sounds pretty hot actually. Who wants to fist my muscle ass 'king of the world' style?"

Three hands went up.

===***===

Mile-long pillars of stone skulls stretched toward the ceiling where imp flocks quarreled, drenched in the light of an orange aurora. One of the skulls had a flat enough top to serve as a platform into a disused crawlway pass.

The Glooper wobbled with a 'belly' full of furniture, rolled up fabrics and crates. Helping Hand carried the last box off the ship, leaving it stripped bare.

The Kobold had orders to wait at least one whole Ring Span before pawning it all off.

The Sneak Attack was stripped bare, since the pantheon couldn't be sure the ship would make it back. All shades had been sucked dry and fed into either the engine's soul gem or the vision stone.

Pie couldn't come along either, stoically accepting the temporary parting. Maybe she understood the explanation. Chay seemed to think so, but even he wasn't totally sure.

"This is it then," Chay said, back on deck. He put his hand out. "An altogether different mission. Let's fuck up a Time Ghoul and free some demigods from eternal damnation."

Their hands came together in the center and rose with a shout in unison.

"Fuck yeah!"

===***===

Onto the final chapter...