Marcus kept rubbing his aegis as if there were a way to inflict stimulation. He pulled his balls, rubbed his nipples, massaged his thighs.
He creamed. White ropes splattered everywhere like piss but it added no pleasure. Not that he needed more. He was swimming in bliss and a craving for muscle.
Chay, opposite of him, leaned back, nipple fingering. The Thai guy’s thick legs were bent and apart.
His hole was leaking gold. Marcus wanted to drink it. What had Goro said about just accepting? They had promised to find pleasure, right?
“Chay, dude,” Marcus said and crawled forward, “you’re leaking nectar. Can’t let that got to waste.”
Chay glanced up. “Are you crazy?”
“Hey,” Xane said, weakly, kneading his firm pecs. “No judgements.”
Chay kept his legs spread as Marcus dove in. Yes, he was eating a man’s sweaty asshole. He was rewarded with the substance he wasn’t allowed to call muscle sex heroin.
Getting nectar from both ends felt like Marcus’ brain was getting fucked, literally. Waves of sex — the memory of demon cock in his guts — raced through him with every lick, even into places that didn’t make anatomical sense. He got fucked into the feet, into each glute, and into his brain stem.
A tongue lapped at his hole. Goro grabbed Marcus’ hips and positioned him for better ass eating.
Goro was a greedy rimmer, digging his tongue in and sucking nectar as the bud melted inside Marcus.
Xane moved toward Goro’s ass but Chay waved him over. “Hey, come here. Goro, close the circle.”
Xane squatted over Chay’s face, leaning forward as Goro dragged Marcus into formation. Xane got a face full of Goro’s cheeks.
Marcus had no idea how long it lasted, losing all sense of time and self. There was no definitive end point, just the slow melting and absorption of nectar. Eventually his high was dropping. It was probably a gentle drop but it felt steep and Marcus missed the sensation before it was even fully over.
“Well that was something,” Chay said. “I’d say it’s a nine out of ten, compared to getting it injected directly.”
“Yeah,” Xane said. “I was missing the stretching and the ribbing.”
The mage stood broad legged in a half squat. It looked weird but Marcus wasn’t going to comment. Maybe Xane became bowlegged after any type of sex.
Chay chuckled. Apparently he had figured out the mystery. “Ghost sex, already, Xane?”
Marcus looked closer and the bodybuilder’s ass was flexing as he got fucked by his illusory dick.
“Sorry teach,” Xane said. “Didn’t bring enough for the whole class. Ain’t gonna stop for anyone, either.” His hands went back on his nipples.
“You could share it around?” Goro said. “What is it?”
“Drake,” Xane said. “And I’m not done yet. Finger yourself.”
To Marcus surprise, Goro really did. Two hooked fingers up his hole, rubbing his insides.
Marcus traced his own hole with a wet finger. He was craving sex. Sex with a chick, fucking pussy — maybe. His mind was still flooded with the impression of muscle and dick and he craved that, too.
Just when Marcus was three fingers deep inside him, Goro dropped on all fours, ass up.
The big guy had creamed out a massive load that made him as sticky as Marcus already was. The load dripped off his crazy ripped thighs and brickhouse abs as he pointed his ass at his friends.
“Fist me, Xee.”
“Uhhhh, *huh*?” Xane made.
“Come on, fist me,” Goro repeated. “If you’re not sharing your magic dick, help me out.”
“Why me?”
“I… I trust you the most. Don’t let me down.”
“Fuck. A-are you sure?” He looked at his hand. “Isn’t it bigger than a demon dick?”
“It’s about right,” Chay said. “Demons are maybe forearm thick. Hellions had wider mushrooms. I dunno. Never thought I’d sit on anything like that.”
Procuring ectoplasm was trivial.
Xane worked slow and gently. He didn’t dare actually get his fist in but Goro was blissed out nonetheless. Marcus felt that his own four fingers inside him were inadequate.
“Chay,” Marcus asked. “Do we…”
“Damn,” Chay said. “I’m still riding that high, so maybe my brain is shut down but… Yeah, I need something demon-dick-sized inside me.”
“Who gets fisted first?”
The played rock paper scissor. Marcus won. Chay didn’t get his whole fist in either and it was no nectar, but Marcus got spread and discovered a new kind of mindblowing satisfaction.
In a place as dark and horrible as the abyss, you couldn’t have enough of those.