He lay down amid the feet, putting his own legs and feet at the only available place, in between the legs of two of the Ifriti, so that both of their legs were between his, a “zig-zag” pattern. This left him room enough to be comfortable, just so long as he didn’t mind intertwining his legs with theirs during the night.
He lay there, bracing himself for whatever was to happen next, but nothing seemed to be happening. Some celebration! Everyone sleeps right through it! It was foolish, perhaps, but he felt annoyed at this. It was like you went someplace expecting a party and even though you didn’t particularly want to go a party, when you walk in and nothing’s going on, you feel disappointed. This was like that. Anti-climactic, that was the word he had been searching for!
He looked at the ceiling, nothing how the firelight was redly flickering. Yellows were washing it out, making it orange...no, that was turning...pink!
“Oh, no!” he groaned. If the Ifriti were all asleep, he would be left alone with the mist. He looked around, saw nothing else to suggest the mist was around--all the walls were sharp and clear in outline--and lay back down again. He’d been deceived by the color, that was all. If the mist were in this cavern, he’d be (his cock rose up slowly, like a cobra awakening from sleep and rising on its coil), he’d be (it throbbed like a misplaced headache), he’d be getting horny. Oh, no!
Should he wake the Ifriti? Those agile prongs of theirs were sounding rather good right now.
The Ifriti bed was a piled mass of furs, each soft in and of themselves, but the aggregate of mostly-small furs caused an almost constant shifting of them any time he or any of the Ifriti moved at all.
A humming sound began, so soft that at first, Pavel thought he was imagining it. It grew louder, until Pavel knew that the Ifriti were doing the humming, and at some not-obvious point in the humming, they all sat up in their beds and he was surrounded by them in this way, their feet pressed in on him from all directions, touching him. The foot pads were hard patches, and the feet themselves turned out to be like a bird’s in that the toes were long and multi-jointed with one at the rear acting as a grasping digit, so that they gripped him all around.
“What are you going to do?” he asked them, but the humming, which was continuous, never stopped.
As he expected, six prehensile pricks slithered down to touch him. Ah, well, it was to be expected, he sighed to himself. He could manage these six somehow....
Two of them wrapped themselves around his arms, coiling like serpents. Two more did the same to his legs, crawling through the hairs of his lower legs, the fifth slid into the hair on his head and seemed to be thinking of crawling around his neck, and the sixth...ah, the sixth wrapped around his manhood and wrapped it up like a mummy!
The Ifriti puds around his legs were now at his thighs, they seemed determined among themselves to totally cover him with their schlongs. These shifting furs showed their purpose, for the slick furs shifted easily out of the way at the urgings of these dick-headed snakes of manhood which probed and crawled under him, lifting him up and coming around and diving back to lift him the more. The pricks at his arms, having less physical skin to have to envelop, had finished covering his arms to the pits, and now were crawling over his chest. The one in his hair had indeed wrapped around his throat, but wasn’t pressuring it any worse than a turtle-necked sweater might, it slid from there down his back and arced around. The Ifriti schlong on his penis kept the tight coil in place, but crawled down through it to wrap around his wait. He WAS going to be totally wrapped up in these dicks at this rate! Already most of his body was lying not on the furs, but on the Ifriti prongs.
The dick at his head now circled his chest barrel twice, the one around his pud now wrapped his waist four times, his legs and arms were totally enveloped, and Pavel looked up to see six cockheads hovering there, as if the slits were eyes, watching him. Was he supposed to do something? He couldn’t even move!
The cocks began their odd shifting pulses, the rolling motions that gave the Ifriti pleasure, so that Pavel was one gigantic sex-toy to them, the pricks pressed him at almost every point on his body, the cockheads weeping onto his chest in slimy gratitude at his body’s warmth and their owners’ practiced flexions.
It was like having a hand wrapped around your entire body, treating it all like a single giant dick, and pumping it! “Oh, God!” he breathed and his prick pulsed in time to the rolling gyrations of the Ifriti shaft there, he was getting a full-body massage composed entirely of cock-shafts, he was being rolled into compliant docility and aroused to passion by these pulsing movements, and the humming insinuated itself into his very psyche and turned every sense into a recipient of the pleasure, the total body contact of warm cock, the smell of the pre-come from six Ifriti puds which now dotted his chest with cooling stickiness, the circle of Ifriti males, all the same age (no wonder he couldn’t tell them apart, they weren’t just brothers, they were part of the same litter of sextuplets!), the humming filled his ears, and around him were six identical smiles on six near-identical muscled male bodies.
“Oh, that feels so, so good!” He said again and his dick quivered in the rapture of the total-body-jerk-off he was getting here.
Still humming, the Ifriti feet clutching him gripped a little tighter, the Ifriti pricks all clutched him firmly, and the wings reached out and suddenly they all flapped at once and Pavel was the center of a storm of rushing air. They were, they were lifting him off the ground like this, supported partly by the feet but mostly being held up by six enormously long prongs!
“Ah, ah!” Pavel grunted as the prong around his own pulsed eagerly, all the schlongs around him now roiled hard, he was being almost mauled by these six Ifriti studs and their long, long dicks, he felt his own climax building at the base of his brain and said, “Oh, oh! I’m going to come now, I’m going to come!”
Even now the humming didn’t stop, though it was joined with grunts that made Pavel realize the humming didn’t come from the Ifriti throats. Another minor mystery to solve later, he was surrounded by horny male dicks that were all heating up along with his own body tingling and burning with his building orgasm, he squirmed and groaned and would have thrashed madly but he was gripped too tight, too tight! Held in place by long, long dongs, he could only feel their heat, feel them roiling all over him at once, and the Ifriti were slowly circling around and around with him, spinning him around and he was the focus of this wheel of Ifriti lust! And then, and then...
“Uh, huh!” one of the Ifriti said, and a random one of the six cockheads spurted right into Pavel’s face! Lost in the joy of his own building lust, Pavel opened his mouth and let the sperm fly into him and on him as it would. A second penis erupted with another voice, and now Pavel knew that these pud were so intermixed on his body that he’d never identify them by their placement, he was bathed yet again with Ifriti jism, the smell of copper salts that now coated his face.
And four more to go, another began as the first one subsided, oh, God, three more dicks still pulsing and ready to explode onto him and he was already drowning in jism!
“Uh, uh!” Pavel groaned and now his own ejaculation erupted, flew in all directions from the flailing penis that surrounded it, and Pavel’s come sprinkled itself all over the six serpentine cockheads aiming at him, splattering them from behind, and that made two more erupt! Pavel was gasping for breath, and the breath was filled with flying come, so that he inhaled the unique smell with every desperate breath from his body, and now the sixth and final cock spurted him hard, so hard that it felt like a slap on his face, and he jerked back and let his head loll as it would, he was drained, emptied, vacant, he was a limp bag of bones that used to be a man, but now was just a shell, his essence having poured willingly out of him.
Done, still wheeling in mid-air, he was lowered back to the cavern floor, back onto the furs, his face sticky and covered, and a gentle face--Ashmid--reached down to kiss him, and Pavel kissed back languidly, and Ashmid moved then to lick his face clean.