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Sweltering Desires

An odd shipment sends the ship into disarray. But there’s always a solution against the heat. Do you know which one?

“It’s so… hot,” mumbled Steelhorn, his voice low and gravely.

His body pressed against the bed, he was all sweat and stink as everything was sticky. His body hair, his beard, even his helmet, stuck to his face. The sheets were sticking to him… Even moving his limbs was excruciating, as his skin felt sticky with every action, as if being pulled on.

“Tell me about it,” mumbled one Half-Orc, bald and covered with scars, as he strutted towards a nearby hammock. “Your turn, Steelhorn.”

Groaning, the Human pushed against the sheets, leaving a damp trace that would, happily enough, disappear when Tiny would clean the place. The Kobold was indeed taking the heat better than anyone. But even the little guy was starting to suffer. Steelhorn wasn’t about to ask about the Captain or Greenwood, the treant. Both must be dehydrated.

The reason for that was simple enough. More leg work and a descent to the cargo hold, and one would meet with one hell of a cargo: a large red stone that was radiating too much heat.

Usually, on a Spelljammer ship, the main issue was the air quality. With too many people around, it was a balance between maintaining a proper crew and the length of the transit. The Forgotten Sea didn’t have such an issue, somehow.

But what Steelhorn knew was that, despite cruising in outer space, or outer spheres, in the Flow, the bubble around the ship was heating up. And there was no way to have that temperature vanish than to share it with another Ship or at a port.

Hence, they were slowly cooking. Steadily. Human chops, Goblin Roast, Orc toasts, etc.

And it was Steelhorn’s turn to handle the “heat management” duty.

If the heat in the bubble couldn’t be removed… it was still possible to reduce the artifact’s effect. But why were they carrying it?

“It’s a favor of our captain to a client. But shit… What a cunt favor that is!” had commented Rust telepathically when the Human had asked the captain’s de facto right hand.

Steelhorn agreed.

That favor should have been simple: find a cargo lost in the flow, take it, and retrieve it. Problem was: it produced heat. Too much. The crew was tired constantly, and even the Dwarves had to turn down the forge engines, or everyone was truly toast.

“Heat duty?” asked one Devil sitting by, a Logokron. His pendulous tongue was lolling out of his mouth, covered with runes that were giving a headache to look at. And his four arms were busy… One stroked himself, while another merely held out some pin-up magazine. An oddity from some crystalspheres. And that pin-up seemed to be a special Elves edition. Masculine elves.

“Yeah. How’s it holding out?” asked Steelhorn, dragging himself to one table near the stairs. On it was a crystal attached to a tool, one Steelhorn was supposed to point at the cargo. It was something Radogien, the local mage, produced, something that served to ‘attenuate the Crystal’s diffusion’ or something else.

A babble Steelhorn didn’t understand. He only knew he had to point that thing at the Cargo regularly, and it was enough… Sadly, they couldn’t even ask that of the Demon and Devil usually living in the Cargo hold.

One was too chaotic stupid to follow any proper order. The second would try to get more out of his contract if he were to do so.

So… Steelhorn sat on a nearby chair, pointing the tool at the cargo until there was a loud BEEP , and then dropped the tool. And his shoulders.

“Fuck… If I die here…” said the Human, grunting. The ship was moving so slowly without the forge engines. And the Captain himself was taking the heat so bad, he wasn’t even answering telepathically to anyone who stood near the Cargo Hold.

“We should have dragged it behind us, outside the bubble.”

“Yes. And the Flow might snatch it away… or the weight might make us derive.”

“I’m only giving a solution. You’d rather have me complain like you?”

“Cunt.”

Still, the Devil chuckled, his tongue going up and down in that sickening grin. And lascivious, too… As he was still stroking that erect cock… One that was meaty, massive, with a mushroom-shaped tip. The scent was slightly sulfuric, but tempting to the nose. To Steelhorn’s nose as he, himself, was feeling his loins stir.

“I have a solution for you. If you want,” said the Logokron, dropping his magazine and finally looking at Steelhorn directly… At the Helmeted human covered with sweat, hairy, and wanting to do nothing but get rid of that erection.

“For what?”

“For the heat,” continued the Devil, pointing his cock towards the Human, a fat glob of precum dripping from the wide urethra. Almost… As an invitation.

“Fucking?”

“It’s part of it.”

“If it doesn’t work…”

“It’ll feel like you’re not even burning. Tool.”

With a sigh, Steelhorn grabbed the tool and pointed it at the cargo, and then there was the Beep. And then, he strolled forward, his steps made awkward by his erection and the sweat making his limbs stick.

But he approached, waving the tool… And his ‘tool’.

“Well then? How it goes?”

“First. Suck me off.”

“Hunhun.”

“It always works,” said the Devil, his tongue waving as he spoke telepathically.

And so… Steelhorn grunted but went slowly on his knees while the Devil pointed to his cock, the bulbous end facing Steelhorn’s helmet. Of course, from so close, the scent was more potent. It almost overwhelmed the stench of sweaty men that permeated the ship… And slowly, Steelhorn approached. His nose tingled, his mouth was parched, and… Well, he was not one to refuse such an offer.

Devils, Demons, and such might be despicable beings in his world. But on the Forgotten Sea, everyone was on contract. And everyone was there to fuck or be fucked. Hence, it was not a difficult choice for Steelhorn to open his mouth, uncovered by his helmet, and so… Lick.

To give that fat shaft a long, thorough lick, finding the precum almost lukewarm compared to the current temperature. He licked it, found the salty taste almost desirable while his hands went on the Devil’s four testicles, going for the leathery scrotum. A scrotum he supported by having one hand under each set of two testicles. He lifted them, rolled them, massaged them, and squeezed them. And soon enough, the cock throbbed and released another drop of precum. One the Human licked, only to have his tongue dance over the corona to find more sweat on it.

Despite living in the Hells, the Devils could also sweat. And their sweat was almost… Luscious. The flavor was intense and salty, but it had a sort of meaty aftertaste that could be compared to… Well. Meat. Or a meal. Or even mead?

In his state, all those flavors blended on Steelhorn’s tongue, and he found himself licking the sweat and precum-covered organ. Under his tongue, the throbbing veins were given the same focus as the skinfolds. Each spot was to be licked and sampled, then cleaned of all liquids.

It was almost bearable to feel the Devil’s cock throbbing against his chin and face, to have that lukewarm cum to lick… And Steelhorn sighed, almost feeling relaxed.

Beeep!

Steelhorn’s eyes opened wide, only to see the Devil holding the tool and smiling back, waving it.

“I am no tyrant. If I get rewarded, I can do that easily,” said the Devil, smiling and grinning… And pushing on Steelhorn’s helmet to force him to suck that shaft once more.

No, to have the tip press against the lips, so Steelhorn would have no other choice but to open up.

And he did.

Of course he did. And the Human closed his eyes as he felt the massive shaft press against his lips, hurting. But he kept… His lips against it, suckling and slurping the precum and sweat that was offered. For a moment, as the hand pressed tighter, the Human was afraid that cock would force in, breaking his jaw. But no. It didn’t.

And so, Steelhorn sighed, feeling a bit eased… Even as he had that cock resting by his tongue, releasing that lukewarm precum, he was to swallow by flexing his throat.

“Drink it. Or you might go dehydrated,” thought the Demon, eager to let Steelhorn get his fill of juice while those lips were eagerly sucking on the cocktip. It was not a full throat-fuck.

But there was enough precum to have Steelhorn’s cheeks filled while he continued to massage those testicles.

Left orb, right one. Those behind. Those on the front. His fingers danced, going on each of those perfectly round nuts to give them a firm squeeze that might make other Humans wince… But elicited a groan from the Devil, as well as another shot of precum right into Steelhorn’s gullet.

And steadily, still on his knees, Steelhorn drank and drank. The flavor was getting to his brain, like drunk on it. Yet, he continued to swallow the dense and salty liquid until, with one yank, he was away.

The cocktip was afar, glistening, dripping with saliva. No traces of other fluids on the upper half. And the other, well, more sweat would pour from that glabrous groin.

“Ass up. That’s the last part.”

Steelhorn emitted a faint sound, a mix of mewling and moaning, while he was forced to go on his legs and then turn. Back towards the Devil, bending over, hands right by the ankles, the skin sticky from all the sweat over his burly body…

And hands grabbed his meaty cheeks, stroking the strands on it, tracing paths and ways on it with the graying hair while massaging that ample posterior. One of the muscles and fat that gave that rotundity not many men could enjoy… At least, not outside the ship.

Here, having such ‘a bubble-bottom’ was a natural, a given, or something acquired with help.

Such as that fiendish help of hands squeezing and massaging through, pulling on the cheeks, prying them apart, revealing then the faintly abused orifice. The entrance was no virgin, the rim itself having that pinkish coloration from a recent abuse, that ‘creamy’ flavor of someone having fucked the Human’s ass recently. And the wrinkled entrance almost winked back at the Devil as he had his elongated tongue poking at the entrance.

“Someone used you?”

“I was… Asleep,” replied Steelhorn, attempting to keep quiet. But when a tongue is as wide and long as another arm, it is difficult to act indifferent.

“I should let Shean and you sleep here.”

“If you do, this is not as fun. It will always happen.”

“Maybe not.”

“Probably- yes!”

Steelhorn bit his lips.

But it was done. As he cried, he felt the Devil’s excitement as much as his. Through their link, through the parasites in their brain, they were able to share sensations. And now, he could feel they were linked through that mere sharing.

That mere exchange in which Steelhorn allowed him to peer at the pleasure, at the satisfaction of having his asshole slightly sore, and the tickling of such tongue against the wrinkled but trained entrance.

At the joyful and needful desire of having that tongue go deeper.

“More? Greedy. Maybe once we get off the ship, we’ll strike a deal.”

Steelhorn groaned.

He was aware the Devil couldn’t even think of leaving that ship protection. If he were free, he would be bound… Or killed… or used for a different purpose. That ship was as much a prison as a place to live for the Fiend.

And so… Steelhorn groaned back, sighing… Searching for words as he felt more of that tongue slipping inside him.

The wiggling had an intense effect. Instead of merely going further through a back and forth, that tongue had to contract and relax, making it wiggle its way inside a way that was odd… But pleasing to someone used to penetration like Steelhorn.

And the Human sighed, saliva dripping from his mouth as he spoke.

“Yes… yes. Let’s make… A deal about you… Fucking me,” said Steelhorn, going along with the Devil’s desires.

Beep!

The tool was again pressed… Still, the heat remained… Still, the sweat remained as it poured all over Steelhorn’s back and posterior, adding to the taste from his asshole. A taste he could almost taste like his own, as the Devil shared it.

The taste of ass, of flesh, of musk, of natural lubricant from the glans inside… And the salt that kept pouring, adding to the intense flavor that tickled Steelhorn’s tongue even though he wasn’t licking anything.

His face was flushed, his needs palpable… Their needs as Steelhorn could sense his raging boner, the thunderous warmth and ache inside his loins… But so it was for the Devil’s whose cock throbbed and pointed up the same, dripping with precum.

They wanted it, the two… And the Devil wasn’t about to wait as his tongue continued to wiggle inside Steelhorn, stretching his rim to the limit, it started to burn.

But it burned in such a good way. It burned so good, so far. The Human moaned, huffed, trembled… Steadily, his belly bulged. At first, it was only the lower parts. But soon, as that tongue continued to advance, sinuous and tortuous, it progressed through the lower reaches…

With one hand on his belly, Steelhorn could feel the contraction throughout his abdomen, the muscles, and the skin. And the thin barrier was a mere protection as Steelhorn could feel the Devil’s heartbeat through. Feel it inside him as much.

And sense the aura coming through as those runes etched on the tongue started to light up, to shift, to twist, and to shift. If many Devils used their tongue to cast painful spells or their names, that one was… Again, an oddity.

One who, through his spellcasting, made Steelhorn feel somehow better.

Not heat-wise, he was still sweating as if he were in a sauna. And he was somehow glad to have drunk that precum. But… beyond that?

It felt like the tingling of his rim lessened. More than that, the ache from the invasion was gone. Not the invasion itself, nor the pleasure that ensued. Only whatever harm could come as once more, the Devil’s tongue wiggled and advanced, pushing within depths Steelhorn was not aware they existed before.

Somehow, it also made clear that the Human was clean through and through… So, no hard feelings or disgust, except when he could feel a bit nauseated as his entire guts were wiggling from the Devil’s tongue.

“Hhh… So-So much,” groaned Steelhorn, pressing his palm to feel that wiggling worsen and continue, to feel the throb echoed beneath his skin. And also the squishiness when he pushed against. He was… Like elastic, at that moment, incapable of feeling anything linked to pain. Only pleasure.

Only desire as that tongue rubbed against his prostate, like B called it. And that prostate was sending Steelhorn skyrocketing through the highs of lust and bliss. He wasn’t cumming, not with his gritted teeth. But he was darn close. So darn close…

So close, in fact, it felt like he dropped when the Devil’s tongue was suddenly yanked. And as slow as it took to push within, it felt like a snap, and it was gone.

Gone and left his asshole gaping, entirely gaping. A gape in which he could push his fist in without even getting the need to take it easy.

He had been stretched, prepared, lubed. The sole result then, was to have that bulbous cock right at his back-entrance.

“Ready, mortal? If you take it fully, I’ll grant you your wish. What do you think?” said the Devil, his tongue waving up and right, like a pendulum. And the Human glanced at it, then at the Devil’s devious glare.

And he scoffed, standing up.

“That’s how you handle the heat? Fine by me,” scoffed Steelhorn, stretching his back as he went up and extended his arm upward. Then, he stepped back… One step, two, three.

He stepped back until that cock was pressed against his back. Until that bulbous tip was dripping against his cheeks… And more than that, releasing a steady stream right on that sweaty entrance. Spreading the buns, rubbing against them, being sandwiched by them. And the Human could feel against that heartbeat, but right by his asshole instead of inside.

And he could sense how good it was to have one lusty and luscious orifice presenting itself to him, to have that entrance practically ‘begging’ to be taken.

Their minds intermingled, Human and Devil were enjoying the moment, relishing it. Lips were licked and bitten, breaths were controlled and raging, ass and cock were presented… Meeting, touching, going together.

Steelhorn cried.

He didn’t throw his head back, aware of how the helmet could do damage if it hit something, even something as robust and resistant as a Devil. But he craned his neck, tensed, had his muscles tightening…

All over his body, veins popped underneath the glistening skin, even along his erection, as his heartbeat was hastening.

Beep!

The sound narrowly pulled him out of the state of mindfulness he was in.

But a thrust, a push, a hand gripping his thighs. And he was back to it, feeling every inch of that spear piercing his guts, rearranging them, stretching them until, with only a quarter inside, Steelhorn’s guts bulged obscenely.

And he smiled, with saliva dripping all over his beard and face.

“Hhhh… It is so much. So good,” grunted Steelhorn, enjoying that fullness while the Devil’s four arms went over his limbs, pulling up, supporting him. Even that elongated tongue acted like another limb, prehensile as it was in bolstering the Human’s knees while the Fiend’s hands were either on Steelhorn’s cheeks or pits.

Bolstered as he was, Steelhorn couldn’t even dream of dropping… Only to be impaled on the Devil’s cock like he belonged to. Like he was made to be fucked. And the Devil seemed to be aware of it, his tongue happily dancing against Steelhorn’s body, sampling the saliva, while he pushed with his hands to impale the Human further. And further… And further.

Each time, Steelhorn felt the tremor of the Devil’s bliss mixing with his, as well as the oddness from having his guts visibly rearranged, stretched, forced to take up the form of the Devil’s cock that was bulging through.

But each time, it was also… Feeling better. Way better for the Human. His prostate was getting squeezed, his asshole stretched by something comparable to an arm, if not more.

And he couldn’t even feel any pain.

Only… Only the sensation that was slowly driving upward from his loins. The fire, the spark, whatever it was.

Steelhorn called it the thirst, sometimes. Like something that could never be quenched eternally, but was often there, at the ready, to drink upon the font of pleasure that was that deviant-filled ship.

Today would be no different. That day… Steelhorn was planning to get filled.

Beep!

Another push.

But this time, Steelhorn barely heeded it. He heeded it through the Devil’s feedback. But his ears felt like they were clogged the moment he sensed that half of that Devil’s cock was inside him.

He gargled, gulped, swallowed his saliva. And beyond that, he felt like there could be more.

There could be more as the Devil’s length continued to get wider and wider. It was like a pole. Onto which the Human’s body would break, if not for the spell.

Steelhorn grinned, his eyes rolling as the tension within his loins continued to grow and increase. He was getting closer, so much closer.

And as expected, that sensation he was sharing was like a twinned experience, one that fed another.

The closer Steelhorn was to his orgasm, the closer the Devil was. And the opposite was true… The opposite was currently affecting them both, as the thrusts, which were erratic and quick, were getting slower, more intense, and more… Deep.

It was an attempt by the Devil to win some time. Maybe to avoid doing it too fast.

“Why… Not bless us? You could, right?” asked Steelhorn, grinning.

“Begging for favors?” replied the Devil, huffing mentally.

Steelhorn didn’t reply.

He didn’t as he felt the Devil suddenly picking up the speed and intensity, as if he was foregoing that stupid idea of stalling for a moment.

The thrusts went faster, deeper, shaking Steelhorn’s body as his entire belly was bulging obscenely.

And finally… As the sensations were too much for Steelhorn to bear, as he couldn’t stop himself from cumming… He did.

He did it with a roar. A cry. A shout.

He came. He ejaculated. He shot his load as it flew through the air and landed on the wooden floor, creating a splatter that quickly formed a puddle, which was then absorbed by the wood. And Steelhorn… continued.

He kept shooting, his testicles clenching, while his cumshot ascended… And landed on the floor. A second time. A third.

His chest lifted with each breath and dropped with each shout, his mouth contorted in a stupid grin.

And it… Continued.

Not his.

But the Devil’s.

The Devil; whose cumshot quickly filled and stuffed the Human; who felt like he was… A cum-keg. That cum was, again, lukewarm compared to the sweltering heat outside. And neither of the two could stop it as that flow went in every crevice, every little nook, every little spot that hadn’t been claimed or repainted in white.

The Human moaned. So did the Devil.

And it was four testicles that were lifted by the abdominal muscles, by the typical reflexes of a body wanting to ejaculate.

But… As the orgasm went down, Steelhorn felt his body bulging.

Something else happened.

Perhaps it was the link. Or the spell the Devil cast. Or the blessing.

But he had no refractory period. And soon, he felt the urge to cum come back and hit him even when the Devil wasn’t done filling him. Wasn’t done enjoying the wave of pleasure.

It was an echo.

An echo in which they keep cumming, one after another.

One hit the high while the other enjoyed a faint afterglow, turning into another orgasm. And it continued. It echoed, filling their minds, erasing their worries, and fulfilling a desire to get their rocks off.

At one moment, Steelhorn thought about leaving. Slipping, getting free. He would go dehydrated, he would be too exhausted, it was dangerous.

But no. The Devil didn’t release him. Instead, the Devil lifted Steelhorn and almost pulled free, before he had him turn to face him.

And in that blissful moment, Steelhorn felt the Devil’s tongue slipping down his throat, allowing him to drink and savor that saliva that had managed to quench his thirst a moment ago.

Cumming… Filled. Stuffed.

That moment, that embrace, remained for a long time.

Only was Steelhorn pulled from it by the regular Beep from the Devil.

_Beep

Beep

Beep

Beep_

His mind drifted in the sensation of cum pouring from his agape asshole, unable to keep more inside it due to the growing pressure. He felt that same semen at the back of his throat, mixed with the Devil’s saliva produced by that ceaseless tongue.

He felt the throb, hastening and then easing each time the Devil reached his orgasm.

But it had to stop. And it did.

No directly.

But the time between each orgasm started to increase. The orgasms themselves were shorter. The pleasure itself was lessened.

After a while, it was only afterglow… Afterglow in which they bathed, left behind by the subsiding orgasms. Left behind as they were now… Liberated from that echo, but still chained by its sensations, as well as a faint presence not far.

“That… Was something,” thought Steelhorn, his throat so sore after having been stuffed by the Devil’s tongue for so long.

“Something… new can happen, sometimes,” commented the Devil with a devious grin as he pulled his tongue out… And used it to stroke Steelhorn’s lips and beard-covered face… And then the neck, sampling the saliva sticking to it.

“And… now?” asked Steelhorn, feeling damp. His entire body glistened, no different from the Devil. Even without the cargo heating the whole ship, they’d been sweating up. Now, they were all sticky and together, hands almost glued to the Human’s buttcheeks.

_“Now… What?”

“About the solution for the heat? What’s that? A deal?”

“What? No!”_ laughed the Devil, both telepathically and really.

_“No? There’s nothing against it? We… Just fucked for that?”

“heh. We fucked. And it made it all way better, doesn’t it?”

“Fucker,”_ moaned Steelhorn, feeling the Devil’s cock throb once more inside him.

“Another turn?”