Xane now had a free hand, the other still on his nipples, and shot an uncoordinated blast at the noggin. They clanked to the ground and rolled a bit. Chay couldn’t tell more of what happened because his face had to stay in Xane’s deep, smooth crack.
The Wraith hissed. “Curse you creature of smoke. Leave me, ahhh. No, aaahhh.”
The sound of bones getting crushed. Lightning. Cheers from above.
Xane stepped away leaving Chay fingerfucking on his knees.
The Wraith was down. Half the arena was covered in black blood, tracing the path the enemy had floated to get away from Pie. The noggins were crushed. The last Croc had retreated into its cage.
Goro took a running start and rammed his feet with straight legs into the metal disk. Black blood and gunk squirted from underneath and their curse ended.
Yet the level of horniness stayed higher than the already extreme normal. It would have taken several cumshot to feel clear-headed again.
Chay rose on legs so weak he wasn’t sure he could risk taking a step. Pie swirled around him. With a weak but triumphant smile, Chay puffed clouds from his palms to let the cat-snake play.
“Excellent work, girl. You saved the day.”
Goro’s skin was still healing from the fire and acid burns and the Croc bite. Marcus’ was shining with slow white emanation where the Wraith’s grip had torn his skin.
The force field above became visible again and opened for them.
“Impressive,” the massive demon said, red reflections from the gem sparkling on his mold-mail, nipple rings and terrifying eyes.
While the crowd dispersed, the pantheon followed the champion back to his gold-pile stuffed throne room.
“You will get your information,” Hrailoth said. “Everything I know about Rvebnar’s defenses. Bring his key stone half and I will add mine. Now, is there a reward you desire for your pit battle?”
“Nectar,” Marcus said.
Chay had been seconds from giving the same answer. They didn’t even need water, despite being sweat drenched, but their addiction was back full force after the struggle.
The demonic ruler grinned. “I see. I think I can spare some of what I had slaves milk from my dicks today.”
A snap of his fingers saw gnomes carrying four generous jugs, filled to the brim with golden honey. The furry critter wobbled precariously but managed not to spill a single drop.
The smell alone sent Chay into euphoria, like having a sex date lined up.
After a few greedy gulps, the demigods began savoring the experience — even Marcus. Minutes felt like mere seconds as they drank pure sex, which made the horniness both better and worse.
Chay thought of men. He wasn’t trying to but he did. Mostly he thought of his companions. Also of demons, and their oozing cocks.
Chay wondered how much nectar he could drink. With his stomach not a consideration could he be gulping it down every waking moment? How many demons would it take to make enough nectar for him? For all four of them?
As the men swallowed on their knees, Hrailoth walked around them and fondled their packages, pulling down the fundoshi. He didn’t squeeze or anything so Chay didn’t bother to stop drinking while he was harassed.
Let the fucker have his fun gawking.
===***===
Business and pleasure were quickly concluded after the jugs were empty.
The pantheon marched down the stairs of the fortress where Gallant stepped into their way.
“A valiant battle in the pit I’ve heard,” the Nephil said. “But it wasn’t as clean a victory as I’d have hoped from four avatars of the gods.” His eyes fell on their fundoshi. “Are you aware you have been signed?”
“Uh,” Chay made and pulled his tight fundoshi aside. Glorious radiance nearly blinded him. “I don’t see any…”
Gallant grabbed him by the balls and pulled. Chay groaned and dug his fingers into the giant’s ripped, gold forearm.
“See here.”
Chay shielded his aegis with one smoke-oozing hand and saw there was a line around his ball sack, a black tattoo, mere millimeters thick.
“I missed that,” he admitted. “What does that mean? Is Hrailoth tracking us?”
“It’s just a little… insurance on his part,” Gallant lied. “Now let’s go.”
Gallant led them back outside to the Wyvern which would take the demigods as close to enemy territory as possible.
“Can we take a minute to piss?” Xane asked.
“And cream one out?” Goro added.
“I was going to suggest that,” Marcus said. “I feel like my whole abs and thigh area is ready to squeeze itself through the aegis hole.”
“Ew,” Xane said. “But same. I can’t stand still.”
Gallant looked back at the fortress as they left it behind. He casually spread his translucent wings over the group. “Listen close. I did not dare speak ill of Hrailoth so close to him but carrying this mark is terrible news.”
“I had a feeling,” Chay said.
“This Hemogenic Graphoplast…”
“What?”
The ex-angel sighed. “This *blood-signature* is usually placed around a slave’s neck to behead him with a mere thought. The signatory can pull on these lines, or even sever them. He can exert total control, rip them off, put them back on and start again. You’d be forever in his grasp.”
Chay wasn’t as frozen as his friends. “How does that interact with our healing? Could we… cut them off above the mark and be rid of them? Stop clutching, Marcus, I’m just speaking hypothetically.”
“The curse is deeper than just what you see,” Gallant said. “I’ve seen even angels getting beheaded this way. But! There are ways to weaken even a champion’s curse. I’ll have to consult an old acquaintance. I hope I’ll have tracked him down once you’ve collected the key stone. Good luck.”
Marcus kept holding on his balls. “Better use them while we got them,” he said and pulled lightly while he worked a spit-lubed finger into his hole.
The four of them stepped up to the edge of the drawbridge and pissed with the fundoshi around their necks, Marcus and Goro already fingerfucking themselves as they pissed.
There was barely a point to standing at a cliff since their streams were wildly flung around by their nubs, landing mostly on their chests, abs and thighs. Only Xane had the ability to control his stream. Goro gave him a slap on the ass with a grunt and the mage let himself get splattered with a sigh.
“Solidarity has limits,” Xane said with faux outrage.
They stayed as they were, broad legged and sweating, under the eyes of Hellion guards a few dozen feet behind them.
“First time we’re doing this with an audience,” Xane remarked. “Kinda into it.”
Marcus laughed. “As long as they’re not asking to join I’m fine showing hole. I mean, they’ve see the ass already.”
“Shut up you two,” Chay said, panting. “I don’t want to hear guy-chatter while I jerk off.”
“We’ve been over this,” Marcus said. “It’s not jerking off, it’s relieving pressure from-”
“Dude, call it whatever,” Chay said. “Tickle your prostate in silence.”
“By the way,” Marcus said, elbowing Xane. “How’s the boss’ rimming technique?”
Xane didn’t make eye contact. “We do what it takes during battle. I’m with Chay now. Shut up.”
Goro grunted. He was the first to cream. Goop ropes hung like sun-rays from his nub.
Chay felt the orgasm-less climax approach. He wasn’t looking forward to the mess. And it barely helped with the pressure anyway.