== 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.
The red, eight foot man wore a chainmail robe, fitted to the hard muscles visible underneath. A crown of ice and iron on his head, liquid black flame at the tips of his four horns and an overly large mace in hand, the champion of King Miph'grix flashed his fangs.
"I knew it," he said in a voice deep enough to make Marcus bones vibrate. "There was no coincidence. Our enemies are hitting the vortex sites. What are you? Demonblooded slave thralls?"
With no response forthcoming, Remvan raised the mace.
"Watch out," Chay shouted and pushed himself off the bridge.
Marcus followed his example as the Daemon rammed his weapon into the bride and caused a shattering rift that raced all the way up to their position.
With magic ice shards vanishing below them, the men levitated as fast they could to the nearest overcastle terrace. It was big enough to fit a basketball field but Remvan was summoning reinforcements all around them while taking position above the platform.
"Fuck," Chay shouted. "Don't be near those when you kill them."
Marcus looked around the approaching Hellions, spawning from pillars of green fire that left puddles on the ice platform. "Uh, why?"
"Some of those are *Banelions*," Chay said. He turned to Xane. "Plan B. I've got an idea. Get me up."
The thaum-mage sent a sapphire butterfly with white spackles to Chay. The magic insect landed between the leader's shoulder blades and grew until it looked like he had butterfly wings with a three foot wingspan.
"Be right back," Chay shouted. "Keep them busy."
He ran right into the cluster of Hellions and 'grabbed' one with umbra-magic. Black smoke leaked from the warrior's pores as the demigod puppeteered him to spin around, axe-slicing his companions.
Chay took off and sailed around the icy structure while his puppet killed a Banelion. The special Hellion exploded in a burst of green fire that rained to the frozen ground as a spatter of flaming acid.
"Kamikaze cunts," Xane spat and shot lightning.
Marcus used his chakram like a sensor, cutting deep enough into each Hellions to make him bleed to know which ones to avoid. Anyone not dripping green got a whitefire kick toward the edge.
Goro was less careful, rushing in with beefy arms spread and ramming handfuls of enemies off the platform.
While the Hellions adapted -- moving with their back toward the structure's frozen wall -- Remvan swooped down, his mace swinging with impossible speed.
Marcus evaded but saw Xane get clipped. The bodybuilder got flung, his shoulder shattered and bleeding. As he flew, he sent a white projectile into the demon's face. Remvan screamed and pulled up, eyes frosted over.
Aeobolds in light armor streamed from opening gates all around the overcastle. The winged reptiles carried lances and iron stakes, providing a cover of metal hail as they swooped down.
Xane was busy healing and could only provide cover for himself. Goro grabbed spears off the ground and lances from the air and flung them back with the force of a cannon, ripping Aeobolds from the air.
Marcus could do little more than send his chakram up and cut the wing skin apart to force attackers away, except...
He grabbed onto a Hellion's collar and flung his own legs up behind him, flying into a headstand. His momentum pulled the Hellion along and after a full rotation, the warrior got slammed into a Banelion.
The special elite detonated in green fire and Marcus surfed the explosion on the Hellion, catapulting him halfway to the Aeobolds. He pushed off the corpse and his magic carried him close enough to grab a winged Kobold.
Each charged fist punch and knee hit gave him momentum to jump to the next Aeobold before the enemy could react.
Chay returned, butterfly wings carrying him to the platform. He grabbed the healed Xane, arms around his chest and too off.
