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.