"Why'd we all have to come here?" Matterhorn grumbled, his massive biker's frame barely fitting into one of Dr. Ryebald's leather armchairs. The office felt cramped with all of us crammed in, including me, Bridgid, Matterhorn, and his trio of Sugar Babies: Torque, Lockjaw, and Ironbound. The daemon cousin—whose name I realized I never got—hovered near the door, wings twitching irritably.
I paced the wooden-paneled room, eyes scanning the shelves. Dr. Ryebald's desk was a mess of papers and holographic projectors, but nothing screamed "super secret Sugar Patriarch commissioned artifact." Princess had assured me it was here, hidden behind wards that even my overflowing Sugar reserves might not be enough.
"Didn't work, did it?" Princess teased. With this many people in the room she was just a voice again sounding out from in the midst of us.
"No," Matterhorn admitted bitterly, rubbing his temples. His biker jacket strained over his broad shoulders. "Feels like I've been wired on caffeine for days. Can't shut my damn brain off."
"Same here," Princess said with a sigh. "Not sure it's possible to fall asleep while we're wrapped up in Teddy's Sugar Rush.
Torque stretched languidly. She eyed Matterhorn suggestively, biting her lower lip. "Why waste the time sleeping when there's so much more we could do? This Sugar high's got me buzzing in all the right places."
Matterhorn's gaze darkened with hunger as he looked at her, then flicked to Lockjaw and Ironbound. Lockjaw, her cybernetic jaw glinting under the office lights, shifted in her seat, her skimpy, tight leather outfit hugging her athletic figure. Ironbound, confined to her high-tech wheelchair that looked more like a battle tank, managed a weak smile, her white hair framing a face that screamed exhaustion but sparked with curiosity.
"That's kind of the idea," I said, stopping my pacing to face the group. My voice came out steadier than I felt, my new chiseled body humming with newfound charisma. The Shower had turned me into a god among men, and now I was starting to act like it.
"Pardon?" Matterhorn said, arching an eyebrow.
"Princess and I think we might have a way to get to whatever item Dr. Ryebald has stored up here, but it's going to take a lot of released Mana to trigger a response that Princess can detect. I think I can trigger the response, but..."
"But might not be able to break the seal?" Bridgid finished, her red hair tied up in a fresh braid. She stood close to me, her green dress hugging her petite, hourglass figure and her perky breasts, juicy ass, and sometimes I swear I could see one of the tattoos take the form of a hand making a suggestive "come hither" gesture. Her hand brushed my arm, sending sparks of heat through me.
"Not on my own," I confirmed. "The wards are tied to the old Sugar Patriarch's power. To overwhelm them, we need a massive surge. And the best way to release that much Mana at once..."
Matterhorn's eyes widened in realization. "So, what you're suggesting is—"
"A good old-fashioned orgy," I said with a grin, feeling the Sugar in my veins pulse hotter at the thought.
Torque raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "With you? Bold move, newbie." She glanced at Matterhorn. "What do you say, boss? Ready to rev things up?"
"Fine, but we keep it grouped. My girls are mine."
"Fair enough," I agreed. "Matterhorn, you're with your Sugar Babies. Princess is going to handle... the other daemon." I nodded to the daemon, who looked both shocked and intrigued. "And I'm with Bridgid."
"You can call me Guard," the daemon said.
"Excuse me?" I asked. "That's your name?"
He shook his head. "No, but you wouldn't be able to pronounce my name, so it's easier just to—"
"It's okay, it's okay, I heard it from Princess. Didn't realize it was a common thing."
"That's fine. Just tired of seeing you struggle is all."
"It's been too long," Princess said. "Think you can keep up?"
Guard smiled. "I'm ready when you are." He walked over to one of the unclaimed leather chairs and sat down, picking his feet up and sitting cross legged. He closed his eyes.
Bridgid pressed against me, her breath hot on my neck. "We'll need to be careful," she murmured, her hand slipping under my robe to graze my hardening cock. "We're not that far from the lab."
"Risk worth taking," I whispered back, cupping her breast through her dress. She moaned softly, nipples hardening under my thumb.
The room transformed into a haze of anticipation. Matterhorn pulled Torque onto his lap while she pulled her crop top over her head, revealing large breasts barely contained within a bra. Matterhorn wasted no time unhooking the bra. He growled, burying his face in her neck and motorboating her tits as she ground against his bulge.
For a moment I could see Princess and Guard in the corner of the room. Guard was still meditating on the chair, but maybe Princess is giving me this vision of them? Encouragement for the mission's sake, maybe. A reminder of what I could be having?
Princess pushed Guard against the wall, her dress dissolving into ethereal mist, leaving her bare blue skin flushed. Guard's own robe fell away, revealing a scarred body and a thick, ridged cock already throbbing. She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth with a hungry suck, her tail wrapping around his leg as he groaned, hands tangling in her hair.
But my focus was Bridgid. She untied my robe, letting it pool at my feet. My ten-inch cock sprang free. "Gods, you're massive, even with my boon wearing off," she breathed, dropping to her knees. Her tongue traced the length, from base to tip, before she engulfed me, sucking deep and hard. I groaned, hands in her red locks, thrusting gently as her throat accommodated my girth.
The room filled with moans and wet sounds. Torque rode Matterhorn reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as his thick cock slammed into her. "Fuck, yes, boss. Harder!" Ironbound licked Lockjaw's pussy while Matterhorn fingered her, the wheelchair creaking under the motion. Ironbound's weak cries turned to gasps, her body arching despite her frailty.
Brigid stood in her tattooed perfection, silver belly ring reflecting the residual glow of Mana surrounding us, and pushed me onto the leather chair. "Fill me, Teddy." She sank down, her tight walls gripping my cock like a vice. We both moaned as she bottomed out, grinding slow at first, then bouncing wildly. Her breasts slapped against my chest and her tattoos swirled wilder and faster with her arousal.
The Mana built like a storm. Sugar surged from me into Bridgid, amplifying her moans. Across the room, Matterhorn roared, pounding Torque while Lockjaw scissored with Ironbound. Princess flipped her cousin, riding him reverse, her ass clenching as he thrust up.
"I'm close," Bridgid gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. "Cum with me! Release it all!"
The orgy hit its peak. Torque screamed first, squirting on Matterhorn's cock. Lockjaw and Ironbound followed, bodies convulsing in shared ecstasy. Princess arched, wings flaring as her cousin filled her.
I thrust deep into Bridgid and erupted. Cum flooded her, Sugar-infused seed filling her depths. She clamped down, milking me dry as waves of power radiated out.
The room shook. I heard the sound of cracking glass. Princess's eyes glowed and then she disappeared, speaking loudly amidst all of us again: "There! The wall behind the desk!"
It was a bluish red glowing outline of something shaped like a door. It crackled briefly before disappearing along with the fading Mana in the atmosphere.
I breathed heavily. We just had a lot of sex but were only briefly able to identify the location of the Artifact. If we tried again, I'm not sure that I would have the power, even if directed, to actually break down the magical barrier.
My disappointment only lasted a few moments before I heard giggling come from Bridgid.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Now would be a good time," she said, "for one of those tricks I hid up your sleeve."