Mighty Erectus

"Oh?" She pondered his words for a moment. "You mean the birds fuck the Badonkadonk?"

For the first time, he looked a bit sheepish. "Not exactly. While I was in Dildoa, I found myself watching the interaction of a bird and shroom. Wanting a closer look, I snuck up on the bird and got close enough to see something that I don't think anyone realized."

"What was that?" her curiosity piqued.

Grabbing her hand, he placed her middle finger into the Badonkadonk's hole. "From a distance, it looks as though the bird has just inserted its beak into the mushroom." He then began shaking her hand. "When I was close, I could see that the bird was in fact moving and vibrating at such a fast speed that it must be triggering some sort of reaction inside the fungus." He released her hand.

Everlie noted the tight warmth of the hole then realized what had just happened to the same orifice mere moments ago. Blushing, she removed her hand and asked, "Did you tell anyone?"

"Sure, I thought it was the discovery of a lifetime." He retrieved his thong from where he had tucked it and began putting it on. "Turns out they had noticed what the bird did. It was actually common knowledge."

"But they don't do anything with it?" she was astonished.

He chuckled, "I'll tell you what the elder I spoke with told me. Boy, nobody is foolish enough to go fuck with a Badonkadonk." They shared a laugh. Having redressed, he held out an arm for her to lead the way out.

A small door and cramped set of stairs were what lay beyond the room. Upon reaching the top, they went through another small door, which had also been hidden behind a tapestry. On this floor, Erectus could hear what sounded like the murmuring of many people.

"What is that sound?" he asked his guide.

She went still and looked down as if ashamed. "Well, as you know, the Sorceress captures people."

"Yes..." A chill went down his spine, afraid of what she might say. Looking left and right, the hallway was still empty. "I was going to ask you where the bodies were." Erectus had expected not to find any of his friends and family alive."

"That sound is her victims." Everlie's voice was flat.

Pausing, Erectus blurted, "She's torturing them?"

"Not exactly..." Everlie struggled to find words. "You see, for her magic to work, she needs a lot of life energy."

Erectus's eyes narrowed. There were very few things that needed life energy in this world. Magic spells often did utilize life energy, but the more common culprit were demons.

Chapter 4: Needs of the Flesh

Afraid of the answer, but knowing he needed to ask, he queried, "What has she exactly done with the people she has captured?"

Everlie stalled, not looking at him. Finally, she tapped one of the vials on her belt. "She uses ingredients like this to drug them."

"What do these drugs do?" It was obvious that Everlie wouldn't volunteer the information.

"They... change a person's inhibitions. For the most part, they take them away." Her eyes and hands were now shut tight. It was clear she wanted to avoid this topic, especially since she was involved, evidence by what she had collected.

Rubbing his chin, he considered this. "That would definitely make people produce more life energy than normal. But if you remove all inhibitions, you couldn't control a person in that state."

Everlie's words were a mere whisper. "That's why she also enhances their libido."

"If she did that... then they'd literally fuck anyone or anything..." the implications were rather unsettling.

Everlie's eyes opened and glanced toward a door then back to Erectus. "I tell myself at least they're still alive."

It took a moment for this to sink in, then his expression went dark. "You mean, she leaves them in a room to what? Fuck themselves raw?"

Everlie shifted from foot to foot. "They don't engage, uh, sexually all the time. I convinced the Sorceress to let them have breaks to be cleaned and so they can eat." She looked down ashamed. "They're usually too tired to resist or think all that much. Perhaps, if they had more time for the drugs to work out of their systems..."

The murmuring of people now took on a very different cast, knowing what was behind it. "Then it's a good thing I'm here. How do I reach her?"

Everlie's eyes went wide at his pronouncement. Fear was at the forefront of her mind as she looked around for an avenue of escape.

Reaching her, he gripped her shoulders with his strong hands. Once she steadied and looked into his eyes, he spoke, "Everlie, we have to put an end to this. Please, I need your help."

Taking a shaking breath, she nodded. "Okay." Then in a more confident voice, "Okay. There are two ways to reach her chamber from here." She pointed away from the large ironbound double doors, where the noise was coming from, to a much simpler door. "There is a portal that leads directly to her through there, but she has full control over it. You'll be at her complete mercy if you go that way."

Erectus shook his head. "No, that won't work. What about the other way?"

Her head turned toward the double doors. She swallowed hard. "Her chambers connect directly to the flesh pit." Everlie seemed hollowed out by memories she had of the place. "Sometimes she likes to watch. Other times... she joins in."

He now asked a very important question, "Is it guarded? Does she have a spell over it like the portal?"

She shook her head. "There's no need. The doors aren't even locked. The people are too addicted to want to leave." She took a shuttering breath. "And there's no spells apart from the one gathering all the life energy. I think it's important that the magic collected isn't corrupted by any other spells. That's why she uses drugs to change the people. Magic doesn't seem to care if they are altered through a potion from natural plants."

"Very well." Releasing her shoulders, he moved pass to head toward the double doors, but paused when Everlie's hand shot out and grabbed his arm. Turning back, he raised one eyebrow in question.

"If you go in there... you'll have to join in. And, not take your weapon with you." When this was met with his blank stare, she continued, "Their inhibitions are down. Sure, they have a heightened libido, but if you reject any advance... they have no impulse control. They'll begin fighting and hurting one another. And if you throw a weapon in the mix..." She shuddered at the thought.

Erectus rubbed his chin and considered his equipment. "I suppose even the frustration of dealing with a loin cloth might also set them off too."

"Probably?" Everlie hugged herself.

Erectus studied her then focused on the door, then back to her. "If I go through there, do you think you can sneak my equipment in through the portal?"

"I... uh." She bit her lip eyes blinking in rapid succession. "I don't know, I..." Upon seeing the need in his eyes, she gained a measure of courage. "Ye... yes. I bring her things from time to time. I think she pays more attention to who goes through the portal and not so much what they carry."

Erectus gave her a grin then leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. "Everlie, I and the people of Slong will be forever in your debt."

A blush colored her cheeks as she raised a hand to touch her lips. The blush grew even darker as Erectus divested himself of everything he wore.

Handing her his gear, he turned to face the doors leading to what Everlie called the flesh pit. Striding towards them, he could now distinguish the moans of exaltation from sexual release. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed one of the iron handles and opened the door.

As he stepped inside, the first thing that hit him was the smell. It wasn't a terrible scent. It was simply one of sheer carnality. The odor of sexual fluids mixing with the sweat of bodies was a heady combination.

Erectus was surprised to find the room fairly well lit. Windows let in plenty of natural light. Despite this, he struggled to make sense of what he was observing. The mass of humanity writhed before his eyes. Backs and fronts of people blended with limbs and faces. There was no real reference point to make sense of the scene.

Inside the room, the noise was pervasive. Sharp staccato shrieks and moans mingled with harsh deep grunts. Additionally, the impact of skin on skin punctuated the whole tableau like an offbeat drum.

Where he was standing, he could see the majority of the space, since he stood on a raised landing that was about five feet higher than the hall's main floor. Peering over the bobbing heads and undulating bodies, he spied a similar doorway on the opposite end of the room. Problem was, there was roughly a hundred feet of orgy going on between him and his goal. Perhaps, if he studied the scene before him, he could discern some sort of path.

Trying to disassociate his emotions, Erectus scanned the crowd before him until he found a giant black man. The ebony skin was distinct enough to help differentiate him from others around him. Using that man as a starting point, he attempted to unravel what he witnessed.

The individual was standing and impaling a much smaller man's ass with his cock. The smaller man was facing away from the giant and having his dick sucked by a woman, who was riding the face of a different man.

The person she rode was on his back and grabbing at her butt and tits. Meanwhile his cock was buried in someone else. Erectus could only guess that it was male since there seemed to be a woman sucking something down at their crotch. That person's face wasn't helpful for identification since it was eagerly eating out a woman's pussy that was standing in front of them.

By Erectus's observation, this formed a sort of core knot, where the position of these participants didn't change all that much due to being locked in place by their actions. Other individuals walked up and joined in, but just as quickly wandered off.

Using this as a guide, he could now spot other knots of intertwined bodies. If he was going to get through this crowd, it would be essential that he not get himself into a knot.

Taking another deep breath, he prepared to enter that mass of humanity. Looking to either side, he found a set of stairs that led down to the main floor. Leaving the last step, hands shot out from the crowd to touch him.

His penis was stroked to full hardness in seconds. Hands gripped and squeezed his buttocks. He was even aware of some questing fingers intruding into his asshole. Nipples pinched and balls fondled. If there was a patch of skin that could be aroused, this group was attempting to find it.

Erectus looked up to gauge his progress and was pleased to see he had already traversed half the hall's length. However, this momentary lapse in concentration had its price. A woman's mouth latched onto his cock while her hand plunged a finger into his ass, forcing him to stay in place.

Recalling Everlie's warning, he dared not pull away from the woman that was so intent on his flesh. Darting furtive looks around, he tried to find something to distract her, but the press of bodies was too great to spot anything useful. He was getting prepared to wait her out when he felt someone climb his back.

It turned out to be a tiny wiry man. He knew this because once the man reached his shoulders, he moved his crotch around to Erectus's face and pressed his rigid member into his mouth. With legs clamped around his head and fingers buried in his hair, the acrobatic fellow was doing a remarkable job face fucking Erectus.

As the tiny man went about his business, Erectus tried not to panic. The sensation was odd, but the problem was it blocked his line of sight. Trying to think clearly, he eased his jaw, letting the other man's shaft pass smoothly in and out. That is when Erectus noted that the woman who had trapped him had removed herself from his person. Now was his chance to escape, but where to?

Thinking quick, he reached up and jammed a thick finger in the man's ass who was on his face. By doing this, he could better control the other man's movements. Knowing this would be risky, he pulled the guy away from his face to get a glimpse of his surroundings.

The man sensing the resistance tightened his hold on Erectus's hair, but Erectus was prepared for this. Reversing directions, he slammed the man back into his mouth. This brought a mighty whoop of joy from the face fucker.

Erectus repeated this process several more times. His progress was much slower than before and he had to move sideways in order to see anything at all.

With every thrust the man he held offered less and less resistance. What was more encouraging was that Erectus spied the landing on the other end of the room roughly ten feet away. He was close. Speaking of which, the man's moans were sounding different as well.

Erectus guessed that if the man came, he might have an opportunity to pry him off. So along with the powerful thrusts he used the strength of his prodigious lungs to suck as hard as possible. This almost backfired, since he felt dizzy and his sight started narrowing into a tunnel. But the man was close.

Erectus felt the swelling and pulsing as cum filled his mouth and throat. To his relief, the man went limp and nearly fell backwards off Erectus.

Not wanting to hurt the poor soul, he caught the small form with his other arm and gently laid him down. Removing his finger from the now prone form, the eyes of the man shot open and it looked as though he was going to reach out for Erectus.

Not wanting the man hurt and being his sex toy were two different things. Grasping out for any unattached body, he managed to find a largish woman. With firm direction from his hands, he guided her on top of the little menace. From the squeals from both, this appeared to be a satisfactory outcome. In fact, as he cautiously stepped around the crowd, a knot began to form around the pair he had created.

"That was quick." He couldn't help but sort of admire the sheer tenacity these people went at it. "Now for the Sorceress," he muttered to himself. Turning around to find the stairs up to the landing, he was startled by a female form jumping onto him. "Does everyone have to climb me?" he groused. "I swear, I..." His words died when he saw who it was. It was startling, because he knew her.

With legs spread wide, the woman sank his shaft deep into her soaking wet folds. Placing her hands on his shoulders and gripping his middle with her thighs, she did her best to rock her hips creating friction.

Unlike every other movement in that room, Erectus's was soft and gentle. Placing one hand under the woman's buttocks to help hold her up, he brushed her face with his free hand.

She may have been a bit filthy and a touch gaunt for his liking, but her blonde locks and piercing blue eyes were the ones belonging to his sister. His heart soared knowing she was alive. Then it registered, she wasn't happy to see him, she was just fucking him.

The taboo nature of the encounter was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Fortunately, she was in a terrible position to control anything. Her cunt was very tight though, despite the numerous partners she must have had in this place. And her squirming wasn't making anything easier, but Erectus did have the leverage and could dictate the pace. Hugging her close, he all but stopped their encounter. Seeing over her shoulder, he found another sight that tore at his spirit.

Before him was another knot of bodies, but nearly everyone in this cluster was a close friend or family member. By some strange fluke, he realized that he had found his village. But why were they together like this?

Pondering aloud, he surmised, "When the drug wears off, they must gather instinctively for security." His brows turned down. "Of course, that means when they're drugged again, the nearest bodies are..." His thoughts were interrupted by his sister growling.

Why was she...? Then it hit him, he was denying her sexual gratification. He couldn't have Kara, his loving sister, be the one to undo everything and start a violent frenzy. With no other option, he resumed fucking her. Moans of pleasure replaced those of frustration.

But Erectus realized he better move. Last time he had paused for too long he had almost got trapped. Given the fact Kara didn't weigh all that much, he took her with him.

They managed to reach the bottom of the stairs without any other incidents, but how should he proceed? He couldn't take Kara with him in the state she was. But leaving her here also seemed cruel.

Laying her against the stairs, he pumped her with slow even strokes as tears fell from his eyes. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a soft familiar voice and a light touch on his cheek, wiping away a tear.

"E?" Kara's question was slow and uncertain. It was like she was fighting through a mental fog.

"Yes Kara!" he paused his motions, thrilled with her recognition of him.

She shook her head and then begged, "Please, E, keep moving." Tears formed on her own face. "I'm sorry, but I need you to fuck me."

With great pain, he found the strength to continue. When a sigh of pleasure came from his sister, he had mixed emotions, but this allowed her to think again.

"The gas they use is weaker at this end of the hall," she confessed. "It was hard at first, but we're starting to accept it. I'm sorry you got trapped E. But you found us, and oh, your cock is so big. It feels amazing."

Realizing she had no idea what the situation was, Erectus tried to explain, "Kara, I'm not drugged. I came here to kill the Sorceress."

Kara's eyes glazed a bit, trying to absorb the information. "You're not drugged?"

He shook his head.

"And you came to kill the Sorceress?"

He nodded, happy with her seeming comprehension.

"Oh gods. Then it must feel strange fucking me?" That was an astounding conclusion she came to given her mental state.

"Yes?" Erectus ventured.

"Then... I'm stopping you," she pointed out.

For demonstration, Erectus began pulling out of her.

"No, no, no!" Her eyes flashed and with a sudden yank she pulled him back inside.

Erectus returned to his previous pace, waiting for Kara to recover.

"Wow, okay, that is an issue," she admitted. "Let me think about this."

He quirked an eyebrow at that statement, but decided to keep his mouth shut. To his shock, she didn't take long.

"I got an idea, but you probably won't like it," she hedged.

"There's not much in this place I have felt great about," he confirmed. "But how is it that..."

"That I'm thinking," she finished for him. "Well, with a lower dose of gas, we found we can sort of think with the right amount of stimulation."

"I see." He nodded in admiration. "So, what's this idea I won't like?"

Kara bit her lip. "If you get me going hard enough, I'll black out for a bit. I should be out long enough for you to make it up to the door at least."

Erectus puffed out a breath and shook his head. "I don't know that I wouldn't pass out along with you, if I really went at it."

"So, no hard stuff," she scrunched up her face in thought then brightened. An impish grin crossed her lips. "You could always talk dirty to me."

Erectus froze for a heartbeat as a shiver went up his spine. Storytelling was a time-honored tradition in his village. However, anyone telling a story connected with their audience through emotions. Erectus had worked hard to distance himself from that very thing when he entered this sexual melee. If he did what she was suggesting, he might be opening up a very dark part of himself he wasn't sure he wanted to know about. Of course, the alternative was to be stuck here until the Sorceress caught him for real.

Knowing that his mission counted on this he leaned in and spoke into her ear. "You like fucking your brother, don't you?"