== VORTEX QUEST 6-7 ==
== ASSORTED SLAVE TRADE 2 -- LOCKING UP ==
Among the multitude factions of Reapers -- not all of whom were even in the business of collecting souls -- the occasional betrayal by a single agent created opportunities for vigilantes.
The Reaper Sfend'roch had made off with a hoard of a dozen slaves and hid away in a cave. Better yet, it was the latest batch, higher quality figments who would last for weeks.
Marcus and Chay had been needled into accepting the team name Too Much Cardio for their -- relative -- lack of mighty muscles.
Having Diego join them didn't change anything, since the ex-Devil's human body was rather a middle ground between Chay's wiry, leg-heavy physique and the Filipino's slender muscles.
The trio of men descended into Sfend'roch's hiding hole, veiled by fog, just slightly too dense to pass as natural to anyone who paid attention. A steep and narrow decline in the shimmer of gooey silver slugs and ferns with anglerfish bulbs at their tips.
Chay slipped a finger into Diego's gold silk jockstrap and pulled it aside for a second. The aegis was mildly gleaming. He let the hem snap back, his fingers brushing Diego's nipples on the way up.
Marcus spanked both their butts. How could they dare not include him in their sexy shenanigans?
"Demon confirmed," the leader said. "Still a way's down."
Diego unfurled his whip, which stayed slightly coiled in accordance with his will. "What are you expecting, boss?"
"Oh not you too with the 'boss' shit," Chay said.
Marcus smirked as Diego shot him a wink. Team Cardio had two jokesters to one wet blanket. Marcus' favorite ratio.
"Can't have built many defenses," Chay said. "Something runic perhaps, I'll keep my eyes open. He bribed some Hellions into coming along when he went solo. And maybe there's a reason he chose this location as- Speaking of which."
The umbralist gestured them to dip down and melted into his own fog.
Marcus went ahead on the right side of the tunnel, Diego on the left.
"Four guards," Chay's voice whispered in the mist. "Not paying attention. I'll distract."
Marcus wound his way through ferns without disturbing them, moving on nothing but his middle fingers with anatomy defying contortions.
Two Hellions ahead of him, an empty bottle between them, an unfinished card game on a stump beside.
The fog touching Marcus pulsed pink.
He came out hands blazing, a flat palm to the neck of each warrior and two helmet-clad heads went flying.
Farther along, a whip snapped from the dim ferns and ripped the other two guards to the ground.
Chay became visible again. "All clear. I'll start leaking fog into the main chamber and scout it. Stay here." He looked at Marcus. "Stay."
The animus-fighter raised his hands. "Okay okay, got it."
The leader vanished.
Diego pulled Marcus in at the hip. "Hello cutie, come here often?"
Marcus pulled down his fundoshi, flashing his erection, and made a sad face. "Little help?"
"Aw, you know I can't resist those puppy eyes."
Marcus had expected the shorter man to go down on him but apparently Diego still had enough lube in his hole, hopping right on.
Marcus carried the warder, letting their tongues flick against each other as he topped him from below.
The sex was made a good deal more satisfying by the plug in Marcus' ass. He had brought it to capture any accidentally released souls but even the sensation of a lifeless artefact spearing his guts was enough to elevate topping. Yet, it wasn't as good as...
"Something the matter?" Diego asked.
"Fuck, did I look distracted?" Marcus asked. "Always hated when chicks told me I looked like I wasn't enjoying it."
Diego chuckled. "I know you're not."
He didn't need to elaborate. Each cumshot felt beyond what Marcus's dick had been able to give him on earth and yet it was so much less than the abyss had to offer. He couldn't even put a number on it. His ass was simply the center of sexual joy.
He fucked harder. Not that it helped much.
Chay eventually rejoined. His dick had been hard when he'd left but was neatly in the black pouch now. He had jerked off.
"Did you like watching?" Marcus asked.
Diego grinned. "My little Cha-Cha, the voyeur in the mist."
"I've counted six more Hellions on my scouting tour. Easy enough. Sfend'roch is in a tower with his slaves, protected by a rune trap at the door but we can go in from above."
"I notice you're not denying the allegations."
Chay waved and the entire cave's worth of fog moved like pulling a blanket. "This way. Stay low, hit hard."
The fight was almost mechanical. Marcus sliced and punched and kicked. The final two Hellions surrendered and got dosed with glitter to make sure no backstabbing was forthcoming.
The cavern's single tower, which no longer served as an outpost to whichever clan had built it, sported a single door and lacked a roof.
Three lean, mean, horny as balls demigods dropped in, landing on the wobbly stones where over a dozen sweating, bald hunks lazed about, mostly drooling. But these were figments, aware enough to react with shouts of surprise and alarm.
Sfend'roch was at a desk, penning letters. The dark demon in a yellow tunic rose to his full nine feet, his jackal-y face showing concern. He whistled for a Hellion guard that never came.
Marcus rolled through the air, his ring touching the dark giant's nose. A shot of unicorn dust sent the Reaper stumbling backwards, struggling to tear off his tunic.
He landed on top of a slave, crushing the undead soul. Other slaves cried out and scrambled aside.
A 'tadpole' escaped from the fading body, swirled around the room and got sucked into Marcus' plug. The vibrations started instantly.
Marcus went to his tippy toes, chest arching up as pleasure got rubbed into his system like a dozen massages taking effect at once. His fingers were right at his nipples, voice in an inhuman whimper.
He must have stood like this for a while, since next he knew, the plug was empty, Chay had deactivated the rune above the door and Sfend'roch was loosely tied up.
Chay and Diego were riding on one of the Reaper's three tentacle dicks, the third one slapping lazily between them, long enough to let them lap up the glorious nectar as it oozed out, one honey drop at a time.
Had it not been for the sight of demonic sex juices, Marcus would have refilled his anal toy right away. But instead he knelt before the Reaper's crotch and joined the three way kiss, licking up the tentacle-cock's segments, then eating nectar from his friends' mouths. The visions were an incoherent mess of muscles, cum and demon worship.
When the dark giant was fully drained, Marcus gave him another glitter dose. Sfend'roch snapped his restrains and masturbated his empty cocks.
"That was fun," Chay said, sounding raw and ready for a nap. "We should, uh, make more demon friends. Or enemies."
Marcus made an exaggerated stretch, pointing his ass at the other demigods. "If I could marry a little angelic device, I'd propose to this plug right now." His eyes fell on Diego, then Diego's clothing. "Fuck. I think I've seen the jockstrap light."
Chay tugged at the plug. "My turn?"
Marcus gave a nod. The leader pulled the plug out with a ball crush, giving the Filipino another ten slowly fading seconds in anal paradise.
"If somebody would be so kind," Chay said as he pushed the plug past his fundoshi strap.
Diego's whip snapped a slave's head in half, making the man pop like a zipper was going through him.
Chay tensed up, spasming, clenching, eyes rolled into his head. To his credit, he still managed to speak. "Di-did it always feel this good?"
Marcus gave him a slap between the shoulder blades. "Afraid so. Do we start ushering the slaves out of here now?"
Chay was drooling, cross-eyed.
Marcus let his shoulder's sag. "I'll take that as a yes."
The warder gave him a rub along the pure white mohawk. "At least you still have me. But just to be clear, I'm trying that thing next. Now get to work."
"You heard us," Marcus said and clapped at the confusedly blinking hunks, many of which were even taller than him. He set his hair on holy fire. "This way please. Out of the cave, go go go."
He had to repeat himself in nearly as many languages as there were hunks.
A dozen figments made it to the surface, after each demigod had gotten a decent run with the plug. Not that there was a way to ever feel satisfied when the abyss was making you horny beyond all reason.
===***===
The bastion of Lord Gvren'Gvoat consisted of five towers atop of floating island, ringed with an illusory garden of bubbling blood pools ringed by tumorous sacks and groves of leafless trees, gnarled in the minor lord's visage, pearl-caterpillars resting atop the crooked branches.
"Lovely place," Goro said with heavy sarcasm as they stepped inside the vision bubble.
Xane chuckled. "Hehe, don't tell me the savage berserker dude prefers pretty flowers over fountains of viscera. I like the creativity in this realm."
The demigod duo -- codename Barbell Besties -- float-walked along the path, to the Troll-guarded gates, their thigh muscles flexing and quivering with every soft touchdown.
"I've got a sensitive side, you know," Goro said, smirking.
Xane reserved some thaum-power to let his mohawk burn in rainbow colors while he prepared a bolt in each hand.
The Trolls stood no chance, their necks exploding on impact. Xane prepped his next projectiles.
Goro rammed his shoulder into the door and the bronze ripped apart. A runic trap triggered just as Chay had predicted.
