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.