== VORTEX QUEST 2-3 ==
== INFILTRATION ==
Their task was simple. Kill Mightfate – an Esper Wyrm disliked among wyrm-kind and demons alike for her grandiose ambitions.
They walked with Chay's cloud-form at the tip, making their group look like an abyssal dweller ferrying slaves around.
Entire pipelines ran through the crawlways, to skip the miles of geodes and caverns outside. But Marcus quickly got bored of the sight of soul stone powered pumps on standby, Trolls dragging naked men along on chains and the same old imp flocks.
"I just realized," Marcus said, "Mightfate is a transgressor against a conservative society, fighting the status quo. If we kill her, aren't we the baddies?"
Xane looked up from his palm where four butterflies were dancing in the cyan tint of an ectoplasm creek. "Buddy, she's a slave holder."
"Good point," Marcus said. "Fuck her. Hey, you made a forth mote."
"Sure did," Xane said and hit double biceps, a rainbow stretching between his peaks. "I think I figured out something else, too. Are we there yet?"
Chay turned around, walking backwards. "Asking a million times isn't making it go faster. But I... recognize that lantern. Man, this is weird."
Oldblue had injected them with fragmented memories of the journey to help them navigate the considerable distance. Randomly recognizing parts of the path kept tripping Marcus up, like the hardest dejavu ever.
The pantheon huddled into an alcove, barely in sight of passing Hellions.
"The sky fucker's briefing on thaum," Xane said, "said I can make illusions that last hours. Pretty sure I've finally cracked it. Look at my gorgeous body and be awed."
A green shimmering butterfly landed on Xane's aegis and transformed into a huge schlong. The thick, cut dick hung easily eight inches soft. The mage's balls grew to form a more matching pedestal for the monster to rest on.
"Voila. Aegis covered, slave camouflage acquired."
Marcus laughed. "Overcompensation was never so obvious."
"Okay then," Xane said. "You're welcome."
A mote dashed to Marcus' dick and he swiped at it. His hand passed through the magic projectile and his aegis was hit. He pulled his fundoshi down to see the damage. His nub transformed into a semi-hard micropenis the size of his thumb. His balls shrank to half size.
It was Xane's turn to laugh.
"H-hey," Marcus said, weakly. "That's fucked up. Chay, make him change it."
"I'm not y'all's mother," Chay said. He turned to Xane anyway. "Don't mess around. We're about to enter an enemy layer. Are you sure you can keep the illusion up?"
"Yeah yeah," Xane said, arms crossed. He glanced down and his schlong shrank to a still spectacular but less noticeable seven inches. "I could make one for each of us. It costs `upkeep' so my spells are going to come in slower but I can channel new motes on top."
"It's fine," Chay said. "Oldblue gave us memories of two possible entrances. You and Marcus go through the upper shaft – yes, Marcus, you'll go in with a microdick, it's just an illusion for fuck's sake – while me and Goro take the low route. Any comments?"
Marcus had a lot of comments but he only glared at the mean wizard, arms crossed.
===***===
Mightfate's lair was a mockery of a demon fortress, with lines carved into rock to make it look like a brick wall from a distance. She had taken over an old, square watch tower and expanded on it, adding walls with pointless turrets and blind windows.
Marcus had left his fundoshi with Chay. He didn't care he was displaying a pathetic baby dick – there were no chicks or teammates around to see him. But his eyes kept dashing to Xane's mega-schlong, even after the mage had reduced the size. The thick rod slapped Xane's perfectly sculpted muscle thighs with every step, a flawless auditory illusion.
They crept along the rock far above the lair entrance where two Kobolds stood guard with iron spears.
One of the guards was augmented – blue crystal growing from his head like a crown. Those `Ultrabolds' had special abilities and not even Oldblue had known all they were capable of.
The naked infiltration team made it to a vent well hidden behind a car-sized stone skull. Xane let a glowing sphere light the way and entered, orbited by four new butterflies.
Marcus was left staring at the sweat glistening bodybuilder's bouncing, striated glutes. The schlong was even visible from behind, poking between the massive thighs.
Swallowing his dry rage, Marcus followed.
They dropped into a torch-lit corridor, iron door to the right, bend ahead, grate to the left. Mirrored silver chunks sticking from the cave walls and ceiling served as secondary light.
Xane let his motes settle on his inner biceps where they paled, looking like tattoos.
Marcus' chakram was an inconspicuous bracelet, but he could do even better now. His weapon shrank to ring size around his thumb.
The animus-fighter walked ahead and looked through the grate. Six slaves knelt or sat in a featureless cell. They were the typical, well-build, hairless mix of ethnicities. None of them seemed mentally present, most were drooling.
The demigod hunks opened the grate.
"Surprisingly quiet hinges," Marcus said.
"I'm canceling the sound," Xane responded, matter-of-factly.
The nude humans barely registered their presence.
"Well fuck," Xane continued. "All shades. They're not even going to work as a distraction. Makes sense, Mightfate's not a demon so she can't enthrall figments. One reason few non-demons make it to lordship."
"They're all bald," Marcus said. "She burns through them fast."
"Also makes sense," Xane said, "if she's desperately building a kingdom she can't afford.
Marcus grinned. "We should shave."
"Fuck no. This is my aesthetic. Might as well ask me to ditch the abs."
"Dude, it's a life or death mission. We can't mess it up for vanity."
"Ughhhh. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." Xane hadn't looked this pissed in a while. A hugely enjoyable moment.
They stepped up to a silver chunk and Xane ran his hand over Marcus' white mohawk, making him full bald. Then the thaum-mage ran his fingers through his own natural-black mohawk and removed it with a grimace of despair.
"Should do," Marcus said. "Now let's infiltra- Oh shit, they're coming."
The men hurried into the slave cell, closed the grate and knelt down open mouthed.
An Ultrabold with iron shin plating, a loincloth and a bandolier showed up. The gray dino had blue crystals along his right arm – probably a punching-strength augment.
He opened the grate, which squeaked loudly now, and swung his whip. Since the demigods had knelt down right at the entrance, they got hit.
Marcus flinched as the whip rushed across his pecs. He had to suppress his magic healing and bear the pain. He wasn't used to letting hurt simmer anymore. He was trembling, ready to strike.
The Ultrabold gestured `up'. Marcus, Xane and a third slave – a tall Canadian - rose. The men were pulled out and whipped until they walked. Marcus took two hits on the ass before his tempo was adequate.
They were brought deeper into the lair, past several Kobold guardians and a few lightly armored Hellions.
They ended the journey with a whip crack in front of an Elderite gate guarded by a Hellion with an axe and a Kobold with a staff.
The skull-headed man turned a key and opened a room of pipes and machinery, all connected to a one-foot garnet with a dozen connections stuck to it.
The slaves, the Kobold, Ultrabold and the Hellion entered.
Xane nodded at Marcus.
The martial artist pointed his fist at the enemies and sprayed glitter into their faces.
Xane sent a beam of slashing force to the Ultrabold's neck, working his way through until he hit the spine. Thick, blue blood coated the floor.
Marcus pulled the door shut while the remaining, glitter struck enemies undressed in a hurry.
"Do we have time to fuck?" Marcus asked.
"No clue about time but I have a need."
"We don't have lube."
Xane swiped a handful of blue sludge off the ground.
Marcus grimaced. "You can't be serious."
He felt the invisible mage-hand flick his nipples. The sexual surge made him cringe into a half-squat. "Fuck. Okay, I need to bad."
They `lubed up' and showed their asses toward the enemy. Xane sat on the Kobold's studded dino-dick, whimpering with pleasure, while Marcus let the Hellion work the flat, rimmed head of the twelve inch tube into his tightened hole.
The intrusion was extremely welcome. Marcus felt his body rocked by shivers beyond what sex had ever accomplished for him. He watched Xane's illusory schlong slap around happily and desperately wished his own micropenis were real. He uselessly rubbed the package.
Marcus exhaled quaveringly as the twelve inch Hellion cock rubbed hump by hump into his guts.
The demigods groped each other for mutual nipple rubbing. For a split second Marcus wanted to ram his body into Xane's muscles, just to put the unbearable erotic energy somewhere – he'd even have made out if necessary. He just needed to fuck and cum and cum and cum.
"Ugh, need more lube," Xane said. "Trade dicks?"
"Sure," Marcus said.
They slipped off, re-lubed, and Marcus hopped into the Kobold's crotch. The studded surface and the more bulbous lower half of the monster cock made up for the lack of insane depth. A whole new set of shivers evaporated his pent up frustrations.
Much too soon, the Kobold shot his jizz into Marcus' ass. The man cringed. He still hated getting his insides creamed up but he resolved not to think about it.
He rose on shaky legs, fingers still on Xane's nipples, and felt the white goo run from his tender hole.
An awkward minute listening to fast breathing later, Xane's top cummed, too, and Marcus wasn't the only one dripping from the ass.
They had to kill everyone. While Marcus let his chakram fly around, Xane rammed the drooling slave's head into the soul stone, making the body vanish and letting the imprisoned soul power Mightfate's machines.
"Okay," Marcus said. "Get your butterflies sorted, cause we're as close to the throne room as two slaves can get without drawing attention."