Vortex Quest Bk. 01 Ch. 10

== VORTEX QUEST 1-10 ==

== THE VAULT 2: FUCKING VICTORY ==

The pantheon dropped down into a low chamber with a vaulted ceiling, filled with piles of obols, chests, weapons and strange artefacts. Torchlight flickered to life.

Marcus took a look into a crate atop a stack of gold bars. It seemed to contain bags of unicorn dust. His need for sex returned, impossible to ignore any longer. He wanted nothing *less* than ride a man's dick but he wanted nothing *more* than relief from horniness and the last time he had gotten anything of the sort...

"Don't touch anything," Chay said. "There's curses on all the money, according to Hrailoth, but probably on other stuff, too."

"Uh," Marcus made. "Too late." He raised his little bag of glitter. "Not feeling cursed, yet. Can we take this?"

"Gonna get fucked in the ass?" Xane asked.

Marcus was going to retort, maybe even deck the asshole. But Xane deflated with a sigh.

"Fine," the Korean hunk said. "Not like I know a better way to get off. We were warned -- perverse and twisted desires. Somehow I thought that meant lots of chicks, cockteasing me."

"What happens in the abyss," Goro said, "stay in the abyss."

The three of them put their fists together. Chay stepped into their midst and added his fist. "Found the bitch, by the way," he said. "Right there."

Half of a donut-shaped stone, shimmering with orange runes, lay atop a pillar. Xane swiped it with his mage-hand to avoid traps. He'd been right to do so. Long needles dropped from the ceiling and hit the space around the pillar to kill, maim or at least trap any thief.

"Ha," the mage made and tossed the key stone at the leader. "Let's fucking go."

The demigods jumped out of the vault and Chay examined the key stone while Xane continued his job of cleaning them and their small, tight fundoshi.

Marcus realized he could unsoil himself with a gentle application of whitefire, pushing dirt, sweat and dried blood away.

"You carry it," Chay said and handed the item back to the muscle wizard. "Keep it secret."

Xane saluted and stuck the half-ring into his fundoshi pouch. He hit 'most muscular' and let an illusion seep from his clenched fists. The stone arc blended into his skin.

Marcus hid his unicorn dust bag in his own pouch. It made quite the bulge and poked over the edges but he could walk with his hands folded before his crotch.

"It was looking dicey," Marcus said, "but we made it go smooth. I'm ready for a fuck, but I'll settle for a nap."

"Yeah," Chay said. "We're leav-"

An arrow zoomed past Marcus' and pierced the umbralist in the guts.

More Gawri streamed from the edges. Imps fluttered into the ceiling's proto-aurora in a panic.

Their leader dropped to the ground.

Goro rushed in, each fist punch a hammer blow that turned thrall heads to splatter. Xane blasted lightning at the ones with bows and arrows.

Marcus knelt next to Chay. He tried funneling some of his healing power through his hands but either that wasn't possible or his command of animus wasn't good enough.

"Didn't see that coming," Chay said. "How many are there?"

He tried to raise his head.

"Stay down," Marcus said. "The others can handle it."

"You should help out. I'll be fi- oh, hey Pie."

The nebulous feline dragged a still living imp in her mouth and pushed it into Chay's chest.

The umbralist puffed smoke at the pet. "You want me to eat that for strength, huh? Thanks, girl, but I'll be fine as soon as Xane get back to m- Hnggg, huh? Wh-wha-?"

"Chay? The fuck is happening?" Marcus asked.

"Pull it out," Chay said. "The arrow. Now."

"But..."

"Now."

Marcus grabbed the arrow. There was no arrow-head, it was a mere sharpened stick, so it came out cleanly but the wound began to bleed.

Then it closed.

Chay pet Pie between the cloudy ears. "You... sucked the life out of the imp for me, huh?"

The ugly flying creature stopped moving. Chay was healing fast.

"Wow," Marcus said. "Guess you got your own healing factor, at last."

"About fucking time," Chay said and rose. "Now go kill some... oh, they're all dead." He examined his quickly fading arrow scar. "Good job boys. Time to go."

===***===

Escaping the Troll cave was just a matter of walking out and saying bye to the overseer. Nobody looked too close.

At the exit however, the pantheon faced an issue. What to do with the dead Hellions?

Xane stayed at the entrance, trying to get the soul gem running again with the rest of Hrailoth's blood.

The others dragged the Hellions down the creak.

Freshly drenched in ectoplasm from stepping through the falls, Marcus fingers glowed with animus magic to keep a firm grip on the slippery armored corpse's shoulders.

"The next watch will realize they're missing," Chay said, carrying the legs. "But if they're not obviously fucking slain I hope Rvebnar won't bother checking his vault immediately. Hrailoth seems to think a few dead Hellions won't raise heckles but demon lords are arrogant as fuck so I don't trust what that shitbag says."

Goro had the other elite warrior over his shoulder. "Just toss 'em?"

Plump green slugs the size of pigeons munched on lichen where the creek dropped off the cliff, turning into a dozen little falls on the way into a deeper canyon.

Chay looked out into the abyss and nodded. "Yeah, I think no one's going to see them if we stuff them in a crevice. The imps will have a great lunch."

By the time Goro was back, having disposed of the warriors, Xane joined them, splashing through the ankle deep goo. His fundoshi was around his neck.

"Checking for demons?" Marcus asked with a glance at the short muscle mage's crotch.

Xane said, "You don't have to piss yet? I was almost gonna go in the cave but I don't know what a Troll's sense of smell is like."

"Good call."

"Man, anytime I'm not fighting," Xane said, "I can't think of anything but sex. I'd do anything. Even pissing feels orgasmic at this point."

"I know," Marcus complained. "Even walking through a fucking *tunnel* makes me feel like I'm a Marcus-shaped cock sliding into a pussy. Never knew walking can feel like... like..."

"Like deeply unsatisfactory masturbation?" Chay offered.

Goro took a half-step closer, towering. "Do we use the powder and ride cocks?"

Marcus and the others stared at him.

"What." Goro said, monotone. "That's why Marcus took it."

"I..." Marcus started. "I figured Xane can tongue us or something."

They dropped their fundoshi, along with the glitter bag and the key stone and pissed where they stood. With arms behind their head and hips out to minimize splatter, they let the piss spay wildly all over them. As long as nobody was close enough to Marcus to splatter him, he was fine group pissing.

He didn't like the conversation topic. But he *had* been thinking of sitting on another dick.

"You liked it," Goro said, now a little more hostile. "Be honest."

Marcus suddenly had a shy bladder, which he resented. "I... Look, I said I'll do anything to get off but I figured I'd need unicorn dust as... encouragement to... Fuck! Okay, it felt *good*." Marcus threw his hands in the air. "It was rubbing the spot. Don't stare at me you three cock-riders, you did it, too."

Chay shook off his package - abs, chest and thighs filled with glistening lines where his piss was running off his ochre skin. "Way I see it, we're still *us*. Once we're out of the abyss and rid of the fucking aegises... I'll jerk off for a week straight and-"

"And fuck as much pussy as I can get my hands on," Xane added and flexed his biceps.

"Yeah, so we're still us," Chay repeated. "Cocks are just an emergency measure, for now."

Goro grunted and Marcus took that as agreement. He was never quite sure with the big guy's noises.

Chay's head whipped around as Marcus waggled his package to shed the last drop.

"Problems?" Xane asked.

Chay stowed away their clothing and items behind a rock as a group of Kobolds emerged from the crawlway. The dark gray and red reptiles in loincloths marched along a row of six naked slaves, connected by chains around their necks.

By this point, Marcus knew slaves arrived hairless as if freshly waxed everywhere. For those who still grew head hair, you could estimate how long he'd been in the abyss by the length. Hardly a slave made it more than a month. Out of these six, three had a half inch of hair.

The pantheon stepped out of the creek.

The Kobolds walked up to them but their leader -- vaguely stegosaurus-like, buff chest, double ridge down the back, decorated chains on the wrists of his four arms -- cocked his head. His narrowed eyes lingered on their aegises and on Goro's head. Because of the impossibly long hair?

Chay raised his hands. "Praise be Lord Rvebnar. The guards were recalled so we're a little emergency watch."

For all Marcus knew this could have been a gamble or totally plausible. Maybe the umbralist deemed the dinos gullible. Speaking Boldian was probably a huge bonus.

"Just doing delivery," the Kobold said, fractionally relaxing his muscles. "And the usual trades."

Chay smirked. "You wouldn't let us have some fun before you go in?"

"What are you looking for?" the lead Kobold asked. He gestured at the bag-hung bandoliers around his chest. "We have Flash-Echo, Edge of Rgnooo, KeliKeli, some Loop-Juice I'd part with for the right price. Whatever you'd want to roll up and smoke, right here."

"I was thinking," Chay said, "a few minutes with your slaves."

The double-ridged dino twitched. "...what exactly *are* you?"

Chay ignored the question while stepping toward their fundoshi hiding spot. "Where are those slaves from?"

The reptile pointed. "We kept them around for work until now, so I'm not sure. This one is straight from the Reaper, this one bought from the Fangshredded tribe. That one was taken in a raid, that one was tribute to us, I think."

"We have unicorn dust." Chay raised the glitter bag. "You can keep the rest."

"Deal."

A whip crack made the slaves kneel in a row.

Marcus got so sexually antsy he had to force his legs to stay still.

"All right," Chay said to his friends. "Pick a dick. Hehe."

The four men each got a pinch of glitter and sniffed it at the same time.

Right away, Marcus felt all stress wash out of his mind and flood into his crotch. He jerked off. No wait, there was no dick. How? Oh fuck, the aegis. Where... He was supposed to ride dick... Right. Shit.

Marcus was swimming in a frustrating promise of bliss. If only he could cum. His lubed finger was already rubbing his insides, legs squatting apart, but it was far from enough.

Chay had given the bag to the lead Kobold who let four of the slaves have a mouthful.

Marcus fingerfucked himself with envy as the slaves' started rubbing their growing erections.

Goro was the first to hop onto a guy's crotch -- a black guy with the largest dick of the four, athletic and tall enough to rival the Japanese bodybuilder. With his back to the guy, Goro let the slave find his way inside the hole.

Chay was next, on all fours, ass pointed at a brown skinned guy, maybe Indian, with a well-developed body and a smooth head. The slave took the hint and entered the whining Chay's hole.

Marcus went up to a white guy with a buzzcut, who looked about thirty and massive. That slave had to have been a powerlifter before ending up here.

The glitter-nosed martial artists squatted down, looking at the horizon and felt his hips grabbed.

The insertion was as bizarre as the last time. Riding dick while on slutification-drugs was in the top three craziest things Marcus had done but it was easily the most pleasurable thing ever. Relief and satisfaction and a good kind of horniness shiver-traveled up from his asshole. He tried to keep his mouth shut but moans escaped whenever the slave humped up too hard.

Xane whined the loudest. He was face to face with his slave, hands gripping the bald, Latino-looking man's shoulders while sinking onto his crotch.

"Fuck..." Goro said, pained. "It... doesn't compare. It's not the same."

"Sh-shut up," Chay said. "Of course it's not like banging a chick. But it hits the spot."

"No," Goro insisted. "It doesn't hit it *enough*. It doesn't compare to Kobold dick."

"That's..." Chay looked up, his top humping away blissfully. "That's not wrong. Fuck. Uh..."

Marcus looked at the Kobold leader through blurry eyes. The unicorn dust seemed to make him black out every few seconds and messed with his perception of time and space or *something*.

But the reptilian bastard was stepping closer. "You sound surprised," the dino said, sounding surprised himself. "Are you slaves or something else?"

"Just trade us out?" Chay asked and pushed the topping slave away.

The Kobolds dropped their loincloths. There were seven of them. Marcus didn't really want to be in a muscle-saurus orgy but Goro and Chay had both gotten Kobold-fucked before and seemed to agree. The promise of greater sex was motivator enough.

Marcus tried slipping off the powerlifter under him and the slave grabbed him with massive arms to keep fucking until a whip hit him.

The four demigods went on all fours a few feet away from the slave line as four Kobolds lined up with their asses. The remaining Kobolds fucked the masturbating slaves' faces instead.

Up close, a Kobold dick looked fittingly serpent-like until halfway down the shaft where it thickened bizarrely. The animus-fighter swallowed hard. He would have clenched his glistening ass, but the unicorn dust made him stay wide open.

The head slipped easily enough into Marcus' monster-virgin hole.

Then the swim team captain got the feel the studs rubbing his insides with every thrust. He had found heaven in the abyss. The pleasure was incomparable to anything he knew and probably beyond what a human dick could have achieved.

Four arms grabbed him, protracted claw tips gracing his skin. He was getting railed so hard he forgot to stay quiet. It didn't matter since Xane was still whining louder than him, plus Chay's moans and Goro's deep grunts.

The second half of the Kobold's shaft, with its pulsating bulges that gave it nearly double girth, kept knocking on Marcus's sphincter. Goro was clearly all the way and Xane's whines went up a gear as he did the same.

Marcus arched and pushed back until the bulging part slipped inside him, out again and back inside. He had never felt the depth of his body and the studs taught him how sensitive his guts could be. The bulge made it feel like he was getting double-fucked with a second, bigger dick entering halfway through each hump.

He tried to find a comparable experience and came up empty. Anal was different. There was no 'relief' like a cumshot, but it made him feel *good* where he had felt only frustration before.

Goro rose to his knees and squeaked. Cum was exploding from his dick cage in ropes that splattered across his deep abs and ripped thighs. He arched again, wild hair falling over his face, and the fuck continued.

"W-we should stop," Chay said way too soon. It couldn't have been ten minutes yet, right?

Xane shifted, subtly drawing leftover unicorn dust from his nose. He stayed on all fours, getting fucked like nothing had changed.

He 'freed' Goro, then reached for Marcus' face. If the athletic demigod hadn't been pinned by four arms, he might have twisted away but his dust was removed, then the others'.

Neither men made a move to stop the sex but Marcus' felt his head clear. Just like the first time at the tribal camp, the clarity removed his single-mindedness but not the pleasure. If anything the nature of the sex was more enjoyable now.

Xane was next. Being on all fours should have made a lot more cum drop down but the aegises seemed designed to redirect anything onto the body. With his face down, the white ropes reached Xane's chin.

Marcus felt his own package squeeze but he didn't cum yet.

"Okay," Xane made. "I th-think we can stop."

"I don't," said his Kobold top and gripped the demigod with four arms. Xane did not resist, eyes rolled into his head.

Marcus' crotch exploded and he didn't even feel the faintest trace of an orgasm -- only the rush of cum through his urethra. He got caked up to the chest.

Chay's top was done first, hiss-groaning with his head thrown back. The humping slowed down until the Kobold pulled out all the way and a dollop of jizz burst from Chay's hole.

Marcus really didn't want anyone's cum inside him but he hardly seemed to have a choice unless he started a fight. The pantheon would win, obviously, but it would mean stopping the best sex he'd ever had.

Wait! Had he really just thought of getting monster-dick fucked in the ass as his best sex ev- The Kobold creamed into his ass, trembling, claws digging dangerously into Marcus' medium brown skin.

The dick retreated, gifting Marcus one last ultra-shiver-gasm. The load did not shoot from his ass. He was on all fours, freshly fucked, and cum-loaded like a bitch, still moaning gently.

Goro squirted out his Kobold's load. Xane subtly used magic to make the one in his ass flow down his legs. Marcus tried the same, hole shimmering with slow-mo fire, and cleaned his insides.

The pantheon took a minute to rise. The Kobolds got dressed and dragged their slaves along. The masturbating men were still going at it, faintly mumbling in Spanish, Bulgarian or Somali. How conscious were they?

"Fine then," the lead Kobold said, attaching the promised dust bag to his bandolier, "but now you have a few questions to answer. What was that glow? You can do magic?"

Chay shrugged. "You think Rvebnar sends four random slaves as guards without a few gifts that make them useful?"

"I guess, but..."

"You better get going," Chay said. "The Trolls will have to open from the inside. We can't operate soul stones."

"Obviously," the Kobold said, then grinned. "Not yet."

Marcus waited until the lizard-men had trudged away, then leaned in to Chay. "What did he mean?"

"No idea. I'm feeling somewhat relaxed for the first time in this place and I'd rather not *think* too hard right now."

"Still horny as hell," Xane said. "But kinda feeling post-sex now." He flexed his abs and chest. "Like I'm floating. That pleasure was..."

"Orgasm's big brother?" Marcus offered.

"Something like that," Xane said, back in his fundoshi, the key stone in his pouch hidden under the illusion of a sizeable dick-print.

The mood among the pantheon was almost cheery as they wandered the crawlway.