“Wait,” Marcus said. “You get to spray holy fog around a demon’s place?”
Chay sighed. Shadowhand wasn’t a trustworthy ally yet. He moved next to the Filipino and nudged him in the side.
“Fog?” the ringbearer asked. “Was that its purpose? It holds dust now.”
“Dust,” Marcus echoed. “Oh, unicorn dust. How much?”
Shadowhand let some rain from the ring into his palm and had the ring suck it back up. “More than a demigod can handle.”
Chay pushed Marcus back. “Nobody wants a fight. Not when we’re looking for something *fragile*, okay?”
“Guys?” Xane said. He shoved an open box into the center. Inside was a cracked egg shell the size of an ostrich egg but made of swirling amber. “How fucked are we?”
Shadowhand got nervous. “If the Amber Wyrm is loose… We’re already getting hit from all sides. Today is the biggest pile of impshit I’ve dealt with in ages.”
“Wanna fuck me about it?” Xane asked. The Korean bodybuilder noticed everybody’s eyes on him. “What? My hole’s *imploding*.”
Marcus sighed. “I better not get addicted to Drake-rod.”
“Too late,” Goro said. “A sensation second only to nectar.”
“By the way,” Marcus said. “You wouldn’t have some nectar handy?”
Shadowhand cupped his crotch. “In the treasury. But I’m not sure what in there is safe to touch.”
This time he was telling the truth. It made sense that a lord would put curses on his wealth, even if breaking into a castle was already quite an ordeal.
Chay watched the ribbed dino-dick grow under the laughable thin loincloth and was surging with horniness. Anal sex promised relief.
“Let’s fuck,” the Drake said and slapped a table. “Right here.”
A kitten-sized, bright orange snake dashed out from under the table and slipped between the reptile-man’s legs.
“The Amber Wyrm!” Chay shouted. He puppeteered the creature. It flared in even brighter orange and slipped from his divine grasp. He should have researched Amber Wyrms more.
Shadowhand rushed out the door and the pantheon followed. The tiny creature was skittering along the smooth terrain. Chay snapped his fan open and threw a black cloud in front of it, making it veer to the side. The moment Xane had line of sight he could grab-
Gnomes pelted the Aeodrake from above, pouring from a pipe, squeaking.
“What…” Shadowhand froze. “S-someone’s breaking into the treasury!”
The Troll guarded door was right behind them. Except when Chay turned to see- Both Trolls had been beheaded, blood splattered from the stumps to the ceiling.
With a roar, Shadowhand broke through the pantheon and kicked the treasury’s gate in. He ran inside and was thrown back out by the blast of an unnaturally red flame. His bident clanked along the ground.
The demigods ran to him.
Chay looked into the room, carefully. Amid piles of treasure, a red skinned, three horned Daemon Fiend was trapped in black vines. He had freed his torso by letting the vines tear his gray, studded armor off him, but his naked legs were still wrapped.
A flap of his wings sent Chay flying into the corridor wall. He slammed into Marcus who had been helping Shadowhand up.
The Drake cursed. “I don’t have the Kobolds to subdue him while we’re under siege. Do that for me and you can grab one item from the treasury.”
Chay grinned. He had a good read on the Fiend. Young, reckless, a lone wolf out to put himself on the map with no plan.
“Does unicorn dust work on demons?”
“Not adult ones, but it’s forbidden.”
“And breaking in isn’t? Come on.”
Shadowhand huffed. “His wings-”
“Won’t be an issue. Goro?”
Chay sent spasms into the demonling’s wing-shoulders while the berserker lunged. His massive legs wrapped around the irate nine-foot Fiend, Goro grabbed the wings and pulled them together.
Some dripping orb burst from the demon’s palm but one of Xane’s butterflies crashed into it and tore it apart. Another orb appeared, expanding, the air around it vibrating. Xane was ready this time and his force slammed into the orb, jerking it toward the ceiling were it exploded into the rock.
The demon screamed and thrashed but didn’t think of a new tactic before Shadowhand was already in front of him. Goro straightened his legs, exposing the demon’s face and a load of glitter blew right into the screaming mouth.
The demon sputtered and choked but a bulge formed between his legs.
Shadowhand held out his hand and the black vines retreated into floor and ceiling.
The demon dropped to his knees and tore his tatters off. Two dicks jumped out. Comically large, with the ribbing that made Chay’s hole tremble.
Xane touched his own chin. He had been drooling. “Fuck, I’m thinking like a cockcrazed faggot. I was gonna say ‘no sucking’ when only dino-dick was on the menu but that guy got nectar, right?”
The demon was jerking off his double dick.
“Rock paper scissors?” Chay proposed. He cheated and won a demon dick. He had sworn not to cheat anymore but he needed to be first. It was like seeing a glass of water after a day in the desert.
A drop of gold appeared on the Fiend’s tips.
Getting the demon to calm down was tricky. Chay and Xane sucked and licked the cockheads until the glitter-crazed creature got the message and leaned back, willing to make the slaves work for it.
Meanwhile, they both spread themselves with their fingers. Using nectar as lube practically made Chay fall apart. His hole was wax and he could shape it seemingly as big as he wanted.
Finally the flow of nectar was great enough to lube the shaft.
While third winner Goro grunted with abandon as the Drake slammed into him, the two demon-suckers hopped on.
Riding double dick took some coordination. Chay and Xane threaded their legs, thigh on thigh, and slid down into a quarter squat. Chay had to go down a bit more since he was taller but his leg development made a little bit of bouncing trivial.
Bliss that went past the sexual and into the transcendental flooded him, from his ass to his brain. Marcus dropped between their flexed calves and licked the demons balls as the demigod’s asses overflowed and liquid gold ran down the ribbed shafts.
Chay got wave after wave of injections of raw manliness burning itself into his mind as demon-muscle-pleasure. Each wave was an insatiable fuck-craving and the total resolution of the previous wave.
Eventually he had to trade places and got on all fours to lick nectar off the demon’s balls while Shadowhand fucked him. The Aeodrake was satisfied with scooping the occasional drop from the red shaft for himself.
Drinking nectar was still overwhelming but by comparison to an injection it was like a nap after the massage, rather than the massage itself. Luckily, Drake-dick seemed like the most pleasure his body was able to receive as far as non-demon sex went.
He didn’t care that he was whimpering, rubbing his face on sweaty demon balls and the sweaty calves of his friends. Drake-dick sent heat into his ass like a thousand tiny explosions.
Chay felt himself cum. There was basically no sensation from his nub, only the wet splatter of his ropes getting flung all over him.
It was time to switch again. Not that they were really keeping track. It came down to a lot of jostling between the naked hunks.