A gay sex story: Vortex Quest Bk. 02 Ch. 10 == VORTEX QUEST 2-10 ==
== CREAMY CRUCIBLE ==
The caster Goro had dragged along had divulged everything he knew as far as Chay understood. There was really no way to fix their many curses.
The Hellion had been quite amazed to hear they were subject to an ‘open’ signature around the balls (letting any demon crush their crown jewels), the paradox curse (making it impossible to get off without help), the drowning destiny (in their case requiring piss drinking) and now also the feeding fate (with a so far unknown effect on them).
On the bright side, they learned about curse-overload. Curses couldn’t be layered on infinitely. If they got a fifth curse, the effect would be minor, if they weren’t outright immune.
Maybe feeding fate wouldn’t be so serious.
A glimmering butterfly had turned the skull-headed guy into a fine mist of entrails once Chay was done talking.
The pantheon was lounging in a narrow passage of an abandoned crawlway tunnel, between a dull silver shard the size of a car and a cluster of skull-shaped rocks.
Chay took his final sip from a little creek. He still felt the cooling effect of water but now the sensation of thirst was back — not one he had missed — and there was only one solution.
“Ready?” he asked and laid down.
The ripped demigods formed a square as if wanting to suck each other’s aegises and pissed. Chay endured the bitter taste of Goro’s piss, breathing the manly sweat on the massive thighs on either side of Chay’s face.
The thirst getting quenched was barely enough incentive to keep him going. He felt Marcus rub his thighs. The mild sexual charge was enough to give Chay some distraction. He paid it forward by rubbing Goro’s inner thighs and lower abs.
The Thai demigod had never expected to find a man’s body attractive but the long term effect of nectar seemed impossible to fight. His generic envy and appreciation for the berserker’s superior physique was now tinged with carnal desire.
Practically as soon as their pissing was over, they finger-fucked each other.
“Anyone else feeling a little… hungry?” Marcus asked.
“Oh fuck,” Xane said. “The feeding fate is working.” He glanced at Marcus package, his hand up to the wrist in the swimmer’s ass. “You don’t think…”
Chay groaned. “It would make sense with our divine ‘blessing’.”
“Not trying it,” Marcus quickly shot out. “I’ve been chill with all the faggotry so far but I’m *not* eating cum.”
“You’ve eaten plenty,” Xane said with a smirk.
“Nectar does not fucking count.”
Chay raised his hand that wasn’t buried in Goro’s hole in a calming gesture. He could tell they had become convinced they would need to eat cum and were back to feeling repulsed by how the abyss twisted their minds and souls.
“Easy there studs,” Chay said, injecting some levity. It was hard to sound reasonable when the pleasure of Marcus forearm inside him wanted to make him cry-moan. “Whoever creams first gets, uh, eaten. The other three play rock paper scissor for the privilege of testing the idea.”
The race was on. Chay squeezed his ass and squirmed, trying to get his prostate stimulated. But there was no chance of penile pleasure and he could barely tell where his prostate was in the chaos of anal magic.
“Uuuuh,” Marcus made. “He’s cheating. Xane is cheating. He’s cooling his hand.”
“Xane?” Chay asked, sounding embarrassingly not-in-control.
The mage made a cartoony sweat drop appear on his temple. “Hey, I’m just not looking to suck man-jizz like a slut. Nobody likes cum.”
Goro grunted. “I had a chick who couldn’t get enough of it.”
Marcus chuckled. “I had one like that, too. Wait, redhead? Cara, or something?”
“Yup,” Goro said and chuckled. His guts flexed around Chay’s hand. It made him feel as close to fucking with his dick as he got and heightened his pleasure, but no cream. Something about the image of Goro and Marcus getting their cocks drained by a chick was helping a lot, too.
“Okay,” Xane said. “Some chicks do. Plus every homo in my notifications now that I think about it.”
Goro shrugged. “Nah, about half.”
“You counted?”
Marcus yelped. “He’s cheating again!”
“Fuck’s sake,” Chay said. “Okay, whoever *makes* the other guy cream is also exempt from sucking the load first.”
That was enough to do the trick. Now they were trying in earnest. Chay felt Marcus work his way in deeper, spreading, gut-fingering. Soon they were punching each other’s holes, uncontrollably crying out. This was just as good as a demon-dick fuck, minus nectar.
Goro practically vibrated as his load splattered from his aegis-hole all over his abs and thighs, up to the chest and down to the calves. He held up his arms to collect stray sideways squirts. It was a load of ridiculous size.
“Fuuuuck,” Goro groaned with a hoarse, failing voice. He flopped on the ground and looked at himself. “Uhhhh. Man, that’s more than after my one week of not jerking off.”
Chay nearly started sobbing when Marcus’ arm didn’t come in for another punch. He was riled up and dead tired at the same time. “Okay… game time. Winner get to taste our berserker.”
Chay was immune by their rules. Xane and Marcus had to compete. He could tell who was going to ‘win’ before they had counted to two.
After initial anger, Xane kept his face neutral. Chay knew he felt a mix of eager anticipation and disgust in equal parts, plus simple curiosity and a nectar-brained desire for licking man-muscles.
Unable to decide which part of Goro to lick clean, Xane hovered until Goro put his large hand on the black mohawk and pushed Xane into his crotch.
After a few licks, Chay could see the tension melt from Xane’s nearly fatless muscles and the short Korean let his tongue wander up his friend’s abs.
“So it’s true,” Chay said.
“Fuck,” Marcus added.
Chay took a deep breath and licked up Goro’s right leg. The distracting hunger that had been building in his stomach lessened. Marcus took the other leg.
It was gross as fuck. The idea of drinking some bodybuilder’s cum was abstractly repulsive but at least he had so much experience with carnal craving and nectar visions that the gayness wasn’t much of an issue.
But cum was fucking gross. Chay couldn’t stop shuddering with every slurp.
Worst of all – they’d need a little more.
Goro was rewarded by Xane conjuring a Troll-dick. The massive bodybuilder laid on his back, legs pulled up, with his hole a pulsing bucket as the phantom dick spread him beyond human limits.
“We got two nectar buds left,” Chay said. “And we probably can’t take them into the crucible anyway. Could help us unload.”
“N-no fair,” Goro said, tears of pleasure in his eyes. “I never got the option.”
“You get to drink it,” Chay said, which shut the big guy up.
They played for the privilege and Chay didn’t even feel bad for cheating anymore. They had yet to realize he won every time.
Xane squatted over Goro’s face, letting the molten nectar drip from his ass, while Chay was on all fours, getting actively rimmed by Marcus.
It didn’t take long for both bud-users to squirt their jizz out in chaotic bursts. Marcus remained loaded but they were all satiated for the moment so despite the complaints of the tall kid with a white mohawk, they moved on.