=== A GALLANT MEETING ==
Four naked, musclebound, sweat-and-piss-drenched demigods stood exposed beneath a barnacle covered overhang.
A seven foot tall man with skin of gold and four shimmering dragonfly-wings had dropped before them. Slimmer than the familiar Fiend, his flowing white robes still promised a muscle-bulging frame beneath them.
He had a bald babyface, disturbingly youthful in contrast to his height. His eyes — even the pupils were gold — dashed between the demigods as a tail twitched behind him.
With one hand he lazily shielded himself from the aegis-glow.
“I saw you leave the portal,” he said in a voice that was freakishly deep, just below the humanly possible range. It wasn’t the pandemmonic language though, it was celestial.
Marcus was battle ready. He had his chakram fixed on the demon’s throat and was pumping animus into his hands, ready to start burning. One swipe of his arms would shatter bone. He bounced on his heels but glanced at Chay.
The leader of the gang — was that official now? – cocked his head but made no motion to attack the demon. And it had to be a demon if the aegis was lit.
“I wasn’t sure how to approach you,” the giant continued, “before you recklessly charged into a lair. You’re lucky he’s is one of the more… complacent lords.”
“You’re here to make us an offer,” Chay said with confidence.
“In a way,” the tall man said and folded his dragonfly-wings. “You see, I’m no regular abyss dweller. I am a Nephil – a fallen angel. I assume you were sent to close the vortex? I can help.”
“And you want something in return.” Chay nodded. “Make your offer. Guys, stand down.”
Marcus barely relaxed. He let his sharp chakram dull and snap onto his wrist again.
After the men had picked up their fundoshi and covered their glowing crotches, the fallen angel bowed.
“Call me Gallant. I’m at your service if you are at mine.” He pointed toward a faraway glow in the cavern network. A dim, diffuse beacon shining golden at the surrounding walls. “Break in there. Get me everything you can carry.”
“What is it?” Chay asked.
Gallant chuckled. “God’s own torpedo. A piece of heaven, sent to invade the abyss. Everyone who came with it was killed in a spectacular battle.” He waved dismissively. “Did some real damage. Anyway, demons, including myself, cannot enter.”
“And what’s inside?”
Gallant shrugged. “For a former denizen of heaven? Creature comforts. Useless to you.”
Marcus saw a bulge in the robes. He burst out, “If you’re a demon do you cum nectar?”
Chay gave him a dark look, but the ex-angel grinned. “Some demons, like myself, can choose to.”
He dropped his robes, revealing his stupidly shredded physique. The demigods were focused on the two-foot tube between his legs. The demon dick moved like a snake, raising its foreskin-hooded head as if to look at them. Veins thickened along it as it hardened without losing the ability to bend.
It swayed side to side, while a dollop of gold appeared in the slit.
Chay spread his arms to keep Xane and Goro from stepping forward. Marcus summoned all his self-control to hold back. He was practically vibrating.
“A gift,” Gallant said. He spread his arms and wings. “Have a taste. I’m feeling generous.”
Chay nodded. “Can’t stop you.”
Marcus crashed into the other two addicts as they raced for the dickhead. The ‘snake’ playfully evaded their tongues at first but the foreskin slid back halfway as it pulsed and more golden cream appeared.
Marcus knew he was sucking a man’s dick but his craving for demonic cum was too great to let that stop him. Touching Xane’s tongue on the other hand felt totally weird and wrong. The other seemed to agree and the trio got into a rhythm of alternate lapping.
He was drinking pure sex. An orgy was happening in his throat. Every time it was his turn to lick, he got both the bliss of top tier sex and the urge to have more in equal measure.
Gallant negotiated with Chay but Marcus wasn’t really listening. His tongue danced over the dickhead for excruciating seconds until it was his turn at the slit again. The fallen angel didn’t produce the insane quantities the young Daemon had, so every drop was precious.
Marcus thought hard about pussy and tits but standing right below Gallant’s abs kept distracting him with thoughts of letting his tongue wander up. Ew.
“Dude,” Goro said. “You’re fucking yourself?”
“Sure am,” Xane said. “Problem with that?”
Marcus looked at Xane’s ass. The thaum-mage had slipped out of his fundoshi, keeping the glow covered with one hand, and magic-finger-fucked his hole, making it look like the hole was pulsing by itself.
Goro spit-lubed two fingers between his turns and entered his own ass.
Marcus didn’t really see the point. Milking promised no orgasm and it felt nothing like jerking off. He’d rather make empty motions in front of his crotch.
As he rubbed his covered groin in frustration, his fingers landed on his hole. He didn’t have the patience for this. Fuck it, any stimulation was fine if it helped.
He thought hard about vaginas as he drank masculine muscle-fuck-cravings and entered his ass.
The three finger fucking demigods lapped for their lives while the Nephil chatted with Chay about the books they had stolen.
The pleasure came to an end as the two foot dick bent up.
“I’ll meet you after you have liberated the contents of the spire.”
“Gotcha,” Chay said.
“One more thing.”
Gallant’s wings fluttered and a gust of wind tore Chay’s mist-mask from his face. Just then, the angelic dick sprung forward, a drop of nectar at the tip, an inch before the umbralist’s face.
The Thai man took a lick before he knew what he was doing.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” Chay jerked Gallant off with both hands and ate.
Marcus felt blue balled a thousand times over, but he could at least pretend to have self-control as long as he was squeezed between the equally stunned bodybuilders.
After an initial splurge, the Thai man with the thick ass paced himself admirably, but Marcus knew he’d crave more.
Not only did they no longer have dicks, they were well and truly addicted to demon cum.
Gallant flung his robes back on. “This should assure full cooperation, you understand.”
“I…” Chay started. “Fuck.”
“Goodbye for now,” the fallen angel said and took off.
“Being a god kinds sucks sometimes,” Xane said.
“Not as hard as you were sucking cock,” Marcus said and got a grunt out of Goro.
“Man,” Chay said, licking his lips. “We’re well and truly fucked.”
===***===
With their ability to leap with every step, they could make it to god’s own torpedo in a day, but they had to avoid being spotted. Jheyr’Udd was chock full of warring Kobold clans, abominable monsters and rival demons.
They could have passed as errant slaves, Gallant had confirmed, but that was more risk than advantage.
The gang walked along a shadowy canyon wall, from which clusters of pearls seemed to grow. There were signs of civilization, like artfully stacked cairns with inscriptions delineating where the Stonesworn Tribe’s territory began, how far away the Folding Stain was, and warning to stay away from the Parasite Shards.