== VORTEX QUEST 4-6 ==
== FUN HOUSE OF TEMPTATION ==
Receiving a chest with some 4000 obols and a bunch of pearls, let Diego pay Lord Lelthnu for his services as well as the Heart Rippers' Urrk who would plot vengeance for losing half his men if it wasn't for a juicy donation.
This had left Diego ultimately with little choice but to entrust the safety of his lair, his slaves and memorabilia to the pantheon.
After a half-serious discussion about whether to rob the place, burn it down and bail, the demigods decided to entertain themselves with their new friends -- the demonling Scourges who'd come along with them.
Getting fucked by any demons never failed to be awesome, but there was something special about an arm-sized muscle dick, able to expand and contract like a giant biceps, basically punching Xane's walls from every direction. He'd never thought of himself as having 'walls' but now his dick was a distant memory, nectar injection flooding him with gayer thoughts than he knew possible.
Best part, there were enough Fiends for everyone, letting him fully milk the demonic balls that slapped against his.
The orgy ended with a demigod cuddle amidst the slaves they had sucked off while getting pounded.
"Want me to braid it?" Xane asked Goro whose little spoon he was.
The berserker drove his fingers through the now shoulder-long mane rolling off his broad mohawk. "Nah, I'm going with the original length for now. I got some finer healing control, so I can keep it that way."
"Looks good," Marcus said. He was draping himself over Goro from the side. "You got some cum on your face, by the way."
"Me or him?" Goro asked, rubbing his cheek.
"Uh, both," Marcus said. "Man, I hate to say it but I could get used to this."
Xane magically gathered dried cum off his face. His butterflies trailed lazily overhead, shedding sparkles at his command to pretty up the view of the cracked ceiling. "We've been going for hours and I could totally do another round. We still got nectar buds. Wanna fist them into each other?"
Chay was threaded into their collective legs, casually stroking the utterly smooth thighs beside him. "We should save those. And I wish I wasn't always the one who's got to be the wet blanket. And apropos Goro's healing, congrats on the upgrade, Xane."
The wizard got confused glances from the two tallest team members and made his motes line up on his arm. "Count them and weep."
The now *seven* colorful insects fluttered off as he let them.
He reached across the room and magically grabbed the four new jockstraps Diego had left them. "Do we put those on? I feel like they're a bit too suggestive. And can we tell him to stop calling us bottoms?"
Marcus chuckled. "What would you suggest? Temporarily embarrassed pussy lovers?"
Chay sighed. "He's useful and it's not like we'd say no to sex. Anyway, if it helps you to rebel a little, get a different aegis-cover."
Goro stirred. "I'll tear up a curtain for fundoshi. Who'd like one?"
Xane slapped his massive buddy's pec. "Always the reliable tailor -- at least for men's erotic underwear."
===***===
Diego returned via ward-bubble to find Chay and Marcus in the prepared white jockstraps while Xane and Goro wore black fundoshi. The 'unauthorized' clothing was no less revealing but Xane registered a small frown on the devil's face, much to his satisfaction.
Diego threw a glance at the half naked, snoozing Scourges, then stepped aside and welcomed the guest he had brought -- Lord Lelthnu.
The dark blue skinned Reaper towered even over the devil, his flowing toga held on his slim hip with a belt full of scrolls.
"Lovely to see you again, little divine slaves," Lelthnu said with a grin that shoved off his sharp teeth. Xane felt a slight ball-tug, as if his open signature had been teased.
"Likewise," Chay said and held out the bronze tablet. "I assume you're here for this?"
"Yes, the decoder. I'll start work on it immediately. Also, I'm here to bring you to the astral void where the schism hid an invocation ledger."
"And you know about it because..." Chay said, suggestively.
Lelthnu shook his head. "I won't ask how you got the decoder, you won't ask about my past allegiances. Any more preparations?"
"Uh," Xane said and turned to his friends. "I'm kinda thirsty. We should take care of that."
"We haven't drunken water," Goro reminded, "so it's going to taste... strong."
"I can filter it," Xane said and let his motes 'filter' through his fingers.
"No need," Diego said, "I keep my slaves well-watered."
The devil gestured and four, then eight, slaves stripped and closed in. Xane could have done without the 'help' but he didn't want to acknowledge that he had looked forward to being between Marcus' legs again. Just to continue their little jostling rivalry, of course.
Having the dick of a man in his mouth no longer fazed Xane and neither did the stream down his throat, especially since his buddies were kneeling beside him. In fact, it was easier because he was drinking from a slave he hadn't ever spoken to.
To ready for the journey, the demigods lined up at the edge of the terrace, hands behind their necks, and let their stronger piss run down in wild streams, spraying on them before finding the way to the street far below where a single streetlight flickered.
"Could have totally filtered that," Xane mumbled and glared at one of Diego's Guard-Noggins that floated by with burning eye holes. "At least we're rid of him for a bit."
"Ready?" Diego asked, shoved himself between them and summoned a long 'plank' of ward-magic, ushering them onto it.
Stepping onto something much like glass, this far up, made Xane's stomach drop, even though he knew falling was no problem for his heavenly might.
Lelthnu behind them was chanting. A breeze picked up loose leaves along the overgrown wall.
"You're coming with?" Chay said, honest surprise in his voice. "Don't you need to make sure the Scourges don't-"
Diego waved him off. "Lelthnu's going to send them toward the nearest dark chantry with open spots. He'll defend my lair while my Urrk it out recruiting."
"And you trust him?"
The 7'2'' tall, horned ex-human laughed. "It wasn't cheap but if there's one person a demon won't betray it's the highest bidder. I couldn't miss this opportunity to go on an adventure. Oh, and I'll be holding this for you." Diego demonstratively tucked the nectar bag into his broad belt where the tinder whip dangled.
Xane met Chay's eyes, getting a minor shrug for his questioning look.
The fluttering leaves assembled to a sort of flying carpet underneath the ward. It took the shape of a single, giant leaf, hovering on the breeze.
Lelthnu wished them 'good luck' with one of the many backhanded, ominous, double-meaning compliments the pandemonic language was so fond of and the demonblooded man dropped the ward.
The patheon and their ally fell onto the leaf and it took off so fast, Xane nearly rolled off.
They flew as if riding on a storm. The leaf zoomed higher and higher just to drop, then repeated the process until they shot out of the canyon. Marcus was shouting "Whooooooo!" and grabbed Xane while Goro took a tranquil cross-legged seat and spread his arms, eyes closed.
If Xane had had anything but piss and cum in his stomach, he would have been sick. With every muscle in his body clenched tightly, clinging to the shouting animus-fighter, he cursed in his mind until he ran out of words.
===***===
The rootpath magic carried them with amazing speed across the jungle and -- aside from rollercoaster mischief -- fairly straight at an astral void where purple light and cold wind leaked into Mockery.
"Research station Gamma," the devil started, "was largely sucked into limbo when Jnessos went mad. It's been plundered to some extent but obviously that's dangerous. *If* Lelthnu is right, we'll find the ledger with a quick in and out."
Cold air seeped from the rift in reality. The shifting, starry void of limbo behind it was littered with broken walls, hanging off each other at gravity defying angles. These buildings were not simple concrete, but marble and stone, shaped into neo-classical structures with enough fluted pillars to make a Greek temple jealous.
Research Station Gamma was labeled as such with a carved stone sign above an archway.
The 'leaf of leaves' let them hop off in a lobby. Purple light flooded in from the missing walls ahead, where a trail of shattered wall lead into limbo.
Stairs lead up to an area labeled Administration. Something big and shiny moved above.
"Glitzers," Chay said. "Weary and alarmed but not hostile."
"Maybe we can ignore them," Marcus said. "Do we need to go up there?"
"No," Diego said and looked at a scroll, then to the sides.
The corridor to the left carried the label Heavenly Artifact Research. Before it was a display case, containing a star shaped crystal on a stupidly ornate gold socket. Xane found it suspicious nobody had stolen that yet. Probably better not to touch it.
On the right was a corridor to Computation and Mechanics, which the devil pointed at. "Follow me."
Diego summoned a flat ward covering them as they walked under the stairs to Glitzer territory. The right corridor was mostly intact, neon tubes in alcoves throwing indirect light at the ceiling where they still functioned. Most rooms to the right had dropped into the void but the left side seemed intact.
The demonblooded man hummed. "Up past the electronic brain, should be here." He glanced into room that contained boxes with blinking lights. In the middle hung a round, black chassis, big as a cabin, off a dozen thick cables.
