The Drake was right behind them again. “I’ll point you in the right direction. Follow me.”
Chay didn’t move. “We have a lot more questions.”
Dle’Shuul waved him off. “I won’t be in the mood to answer your questions, little god boys. It’s time for my slaves to milk nectar.”
The demon dropped his black robes. The marble-skin underneath was enviably muscled. The Wretcher had a ridiculously good physique, like every demon seemed to have.
His dick was human-like at first glance, if large.
As the pale tool rapidly hardened, it grew to eight fat inches. The head was pointed, torpedo-like.
Something about it…
It was made of muscle.
Instead of simple swelling tissue, the Wretcher-dick was striated, pumping muscle — contracting willfully to thicken at the expanse of length. A dick like a biceps, four bulges combining into one shaft.
“Muscle… dick?” Xane said, dumbly.
“That’s the most perverted thing I’ve seen so far,” Marcus whispered.
“Having something like that was a fantasy I had,” Xane said with a heartbreaking glance at his caged human cock.
Goro huffed. “Sounds like something a faggot would be into.” He elbow-bumped Xane.
“Fuck you, man.”
“I mean for sucking,” Goro added. “Not for *having*.”
“Oh, okay.”
Chay knew they wouldn’t leave until they at least asked. He would have held out for a few more hours but the mere option for more nectar heightened his cravings.
He asked. “Can *we* milk you, my lord?”
Dle’Shuul didn’t laugh this time, but he smirked with his fangs seeming all the most dangerous on his elfin face. “Slave tongues bore me.”
“But you said you’d get slaves to-”
“What I mean is, you must offer something slaves cannot. You are less delicate, less fragile than them, correct?”
“You want ass,” Chay stated.
“It’s too big,” Xane said, half-whispering as if unsure whether they should be having the conversation in earshot of the demon. “After the Troll cave I… tried seeing how thick I can take.”
“Me too,” Goro said. “I’d need a lot more stretching.”
“Kobold-dick was the most I’ve taken,” Chay said. “Could… uh, my lord, could we stretch before the… injection?”
“We?” Dle’Shuul asked. “You’ll *all* take my in? Ha, how can I say no to fucking the gods. Help them out!”
The Hellions dropped their robes. It was hard to say with their skullheads but they seemed pleased, eager.
The pantheon, despite their excitement, froze in shock. Hellion dicks were comically long.
Twelve inch shlongs hung between the ripped thighs of dark red, thick veins pulsing on them as they rose to erections. The Hellion dickhead was a flat dome with a thick rim. Breaking past the sphincter with a mushroom this flat and wide was going to be a challenge.
Chay whipped around as he heard the Drake drop his uniform. The buff gray reptile had a dick very different from a Kobold, gently ribbed along the smooth, scaly shaft of wrist-like thickness. The head looked like a blossom — or a tiny fist pointed like a duck head.
“Fuck,” Chay said. “We’re really gonna do this, huh?”
“I know,” Marcus said with a sigh, “but nectar…”
Xane was breathing the most heavily among them. With his legs apart and his thighs trembling he was obviously opening himself up with a mage-hand already.
The pantheon bent over a square table, each one at a different side, all looking at each other. Chay didn’t really like seeing his friend’s faces during sex but he also didn’t want to go on all fours on the floor.
Intimidated by the Hellion’s length and dickhead, they played rock-paper-scissor for who would get the Drake.
Chay cheated to win. His magic wasn’t mind-reading but he could make an accurate guess in the last split-second.
The ectoplasm-lubed Drake dick entered him slowly. The blossom of the head stretched him enough to make him whine. Luckily, Xane and Marcus were moaning much louder as the Hellions’ dickhead-rims pressed into their sphincters.
Goro got to hump backward into Xane’s mage-dick for now.
Chay felt tears of joy in his eyes. Each rib of the dino-dick was worth a whole studded Kobold-shaft. The sensation was utterly alien to him but he regretted never playing with anal toys, masculinity be damned.
Once Marcus’ and Xane’s holes had gotten past the Hellion heads, the remaining twelve inches of dick were nearly trivial. The men’s faces contorted in a hilariously well-synched mix of surprise, horror and pleasure.
“So how’s everybody doing?” Goro asked through heavy breaths, grinning, sweat glistening on his currently bald head.
“So fucking deep,” Xane said, hands on his nipples. “My body is so fucking deep. How… how do I have places that deep inside?”
“F-faster,” Chay said in Boldian.
The Drake gripped his waist and humped at full speed.
Each rib sent a shiver through Chay, too fast to process, overlapping into a cacophony of more stimulation than he had known he was capable receiving. He cried, sweating and squeaking.
“Switch,” someone said.
Chay’s ass was vacated so suddenly he collapsed onto the table unable to stop trembling. ‘Orgasm’ was an insufficient description.
He didn’t move until a Hellion slapped his ass and shoved him into position. The dick’s rim pushed at his entrance. Despite having been well opened there was still enough resistance to make him cry out as the elite warrior entered him.
The umbralist wiped his tears away, ready to say something to Marcus who was now getting Drake-fucked. Then the Hellion pushed all the way in, shoving aside every internal bend and kink.
Chay got to feel what it meant to discover new places within himself. It never seemed to end. He could feel the stimulation so high up his guts, he wondered if the hellion was literally in his stomach.
He looked at his abs. It seemed as if a fist was punching its way out. Then the top picked up the pace.
Twelve inches went nearly all the way out and back in, then a few quick humps, then all the way again. The overstimulation left Chay not a moment to catch his bearings.
Eventually it was time to switch and he got the boring illusory dildo. Xane couldn’t use his creativity for sex while getting railed by the second Hellion so Chay had to hump into a static dick, squeezing pleasure from his guts where he could.
“Hey Xane,” Chay said, through heavy breaths. “Can you at least make it a Drake dick?”
Xane raised his head from the table. “Sorry pal, haven’t had that fucking monster yet. It’s up next for me.”
“Can you at least make it bigger?”
Xane dropped his head again without an answer but Chay felt the phantom in his ass swell. He was getting stretched by the invisible studded rod and that would help with their ultimate goal — the Wretcher-dick.
They switched again and Chay was Hellion-filled a second time. Xane got the Drake treatment. His face of pure horrified amazement was enough to make the others chuckle.
Then Marcus moaned louder and gave a thumbs up. Xane must have switched the fake-dick to a Drake-type one.
“Hng, bigger,” Marcus said. “Stretch me, bro.”
Xane rolled his eyes and wiped sweat from his brow. “Xane do this, Xane do that. Can’t a man get monster-railed in peace?”
Marcus stopped holding back. He moaned and groaned and bitch-whined with abandon. It broke the dam and the others joined in. Chay felt his pleasure heightened by indulging his urge to whimper.