== VORTEX QUEST 5-7 ==
== ASSASSIN ON DECK ==
By the time the demigods made it back to the floating island that contained the defiled sanctuary, Goro's and Xane's aegises had worked through the blood-bursting curse.
The pantheon dropped into their assigned quarters and started fucking. But things were different.
Goro had always had an appreciation for the male physique -- after all, he'd used dozens of peak athletes as his inspiration and hung out with guys who were as motivated as him to sculpt their bodies.
But getting his sexuality flipped opened his eyes. Each mirroring surface compelled him to flex and admire himself. Was this how fags saw him? No wonder his inbox had seen so many drooling men begging for his used underwear and socks. Even without magic powers, he was a fucking *god*.
The only thing drawing his eyes away from his own perfection was the presence of his friends. Each one more crave-able than the next.
Clearly gays saw the true meaning of manly power, while girls didn't. Otherwise they would all have been drowning in pussy from the moment they'd hit legal age.
Goro knew he was monopolizing Chay, but the leader didn't seem to mind. The berserker gave in to his animal nature and wrung every drop of pleasure from the both of them.
Half of him wanted to treat Chay with revering tenderness, the other half wanted to ravage him so brutally that the bitch would need magic healing.
He alternated.
There was just one issue -- if you could call it that.
The Wraith's revenge had been transformed by the aegis into something like a cum bursting curse. Creamy jizz exploded from Goro's aegis, caking the already cum-sticky Chay who was quivering with abyssal orgasms. At this point, the cum puddle on and under them had to near a gallon.
Xane -- his lips locked with Marcus' -- was squirting a lot less cum. The two were pressed against the Chay-Goro couple, getting pounded by a double headed mage-dick.
According to the fallen angels the cum curse was temporary, but how temporary they couldn't say.
Valor entered.
The babyfaced gold giant had put on light armor. Black, scaly leather with white rims of a metal patterned with celestial ornamental excess. Pauldrons, arm and leg braces, a winged helmet and a crotch piece, all threaded into his sparkling robe.
"We are ready when you are," he said.
Goro wanted to stay, give in to base urges, relieve his hellish horniness, cover Chay in cum, worship Chay, brutalize Chay -- make Chay *his* - fuck his other friends for a bit, too, maybe.
"Shadowhand is delivering your message," Valor continued. "With some luck you'll return just in time to hear the response. We'll fly with Toothcracker. The repaired ship isn't fully operational yet but he needs the business, so this is a great way to increase his loyalty to us. We assumed the Aelves..."
The Nephil realized his speech was pointless. He retrieve a vial, uncorked it and let the smell of nectar penetrate the room.
Goro and Marcus got a mouthful, sharing it with their friends via kiss.
While flipped to gay, nectar visions weren't intrusions, but gentle nudges, more pleasant than ever, even if Goro missed their forcefulness, their urgency.
He creamed out another huge splatter while thaum-magic was roaming his muscles to clean him up.
"Man," the wizard said. "You're gonna have to go naked."
Goro swiped a load off his thighs and sucked it off his fingers. "Fine by me."
Goro felt a mage-tongue lick his hole as Xane passed him, arm around the giggling martial artist's shoulder.
Feeling his blissful state fade, Goro slapped his balls to force his body to plateau. He jizzed onto his forearms, even spraying up to his biceps.
With white man-juice dripping down his arms, he saw his body reflected in a wall-high silver shard. Naked, cock caged, sweating, hair hanging over his face, cum loads running along the veins and fibers of his muscles.
He pulsed his body to magnificent muscle-glory with mania-power and grinned. He was a fucking god indeed.
===***===
Captain Toothcracker's barge, Bleeding Pearl, was repaired with the crude, minimal effort of Boldian design, planks and chains filling the holes in the deck just enough to prevent anyone from falling through.
Along for the ride were the armored Nephilim Gallant and Valor and three of their Goblins marked as thralls by forehead pentagrams.
Their resident wizard - and demigod of style - gave Goro a haircut. The berserker squatted to give Xane easy head access and got mage-dick fucked as a reward, an invisible muscle cock going in and out of his guts.
Goro was running out of styles he really wanted to try. He'd have been fine going bald for a while but his healing ability triggered hair growth so easily.
"Is it different?" Xane asked, pulling lightly on some strands.
"I dunno," Goro said. "Can't see."
Xane chuckled. "Not the style. I'm not done. I mean, *this*. Having your hair played with by a guy while you're gay."
Goro gave a huff. "Yes. It's... making me fall in love."
"Wow, okay. Honesty is really working with that dumb brute concept you're going for. When I was flipped it was so hard to keep from touching Marcus all the time. I figured it would be the same for him now but he also likes admiring me from afar. Apropos..."
Goro could hear the smirk and tore his eyes away from Chay who was in animated conversation with Toothcracker.
"We'll be even better friends after this," Goro said and swiped up cum from his thighs to lick. White strings were occasionally shooting or drizzling from his lit aegis, caking abs and thighs.
"Fuck," he continued, "I wish these loads came with orgasms."
"Same," Xane said.
Goro hadn't seen Xane suffer the cum bursting curse since he'd put on the tiny, black fundoshi again. "You're just cleaning them as they come?"
"Yeah," Xane confirmed. "But I'm also holding them back. You're not?"
"Holding them... You can do that? Man, I think I'm Mister Self-Control and then you show me up. Just like when we were cutting for the stage." He chuckled. "I never figured out how to use the aegis as a torchlight either."
"It's similar. I just... feel the burst coming and load it into the cock cage instead of letting it happen. Makes for a *massive* cumshot every ten minutes or so. I think I wasn't as Wraith-cursed as you, though. By the way, I'm done."
Goro rose, having held a squat without effort for far beyond his human ability. The mage-dick slipped out one last time and instead an illusory mirror appeared before him.
His hair was tied up into a silly palm tree with a Vark bone holding it in place.
"I look like a classic cartoon savage. It's great, thanks."
"No problem. I was afraid you'd find it too stupid but who's gonna judge? Oh, I think you have a fan."
Chay walked toward them, moving around weak points in the hull only he was aware of. He was grinning, short of bursting into laughter.
"Wow, is this Neanderthal going to knock me out and drag me to his cave?"
"Anytime," Goro said, cream squirting from his cock cage again.
Marcus dropped from the rafters. "Cool hair, Gogo-boy. Literally no one else on earth -- or wherever -- could pull that off."
He went to his knees between Goro's legs and licked to satiate his hunger.
"So here's the deal," Chay said, lightly clapping his hands. "If we're going to take down the vortex, we have to get past ridiculous amounts of force fields. Champion Slyell'Pvan is not fucking around. We'll need to stop him from refueling his batteries."
Marcus, casually fingering his nipples, huffed. "That's one way to say we kill a bunch of humans. Yeah yeah, they're just ectoplasmic shades. That's what all the murderers tell themselves."
Dimness fell over them as the Bleeding Pearl moved into a passage, barely five times its size.
"So we'll need a fast ship to get around. The Captain had 'suggestions' for who's to kidnap."
Xane raised his hand, excitedly. "Ooh, ooh, is it 'from a rival clan'?"
Chay smirked. "Yup. We're stealing a liner from the Scratch Clan after we got the Aelves out. Dips on being the capt-"
Immense force and pain.
Goro was ripped off his feet and slammed into an arch's pillar like a train had hit him. His lower body was not responding.
A red spear as thick as Goro's forearm and longer than he was tall was stuck through his abdomen, nailing him to the ship. No, not a spear -- a harpoon. The head of the red object was split and barbed.
Another harpoon had rammed through Xane's back and farther into Chay's stomach, nailing them both to the deck. Only Marcus had twirled out of the way of a shot meant for him.
More harpoons came flying in high arcs from somewhere below and buried into the deck, shattering the arches above. Chains on them went taut.
The ship had almost left the passage but was being dragged to a near halt. The Kobold crew was panicking, firing their deck guns into the darkness blindly.
Xane let out his final breath with a pained cry, blood running from his lips. He grabbed the shaft with both hands and thaum-magic, pulling it -- and himself -- back, pulling the weapon out of the deck, out of Chay, then shoving it backward through himself. A mote zoomed into his punctured center.
As Chay dropped, a mote slammed into his navel and aided his healing.
Goro roared. His mark had exploded across his shoulder, arm, face, chest. Perfect, bloodthirsty calm overcame him. It didn't take the pain away but it changed how he felt about it. Total focus. Even holding the cumshots back was trivial for now.
The harpoon broke under his grip. He pulled himself off the broken shaft and collapsed. While his spine un-severed itself, he crawled on his arms to Xane who still had a hole in his chest. A mote had turned into a new lung while the rest of the body healed around it.
