== VORTEX QUEST 1-6 ==
== GOD'S OWN TORPEDO ==
Having to heal yourself with the slow and steady workings of thaumaturgy kinda sucked balls but the moment Xane's lisk-cuts were gone his horniness was back in full force.
As the group advanced through desolate crawlway tunnels, he made useless jerking gestures in front of his crotch while he let his magic tongue work over his hole and sack.
The mage froze when they reached the holy spire.
A blinding white crystal of irregular shape, tall like a twenty story skyscraper. Crooked, its sharp tip pointed to the ceiling of Jheyr'Udd at 20 degrees, its base sunken into the hard ground.
The spire was insanely ornate. Layer upon layer of gold in organic patterns ran around the crystal. It seemed made of nothing but ornaments.
White fog emanated from it, creating a 20 foot high sheet in a radius of their college's running track.
"Hm," Chay made. He was looking at the red lanterns marking the edge of the fog. "I think those keep the holy nebula contained but we shouldn't have trouble crossing."
He took a step past the border, into the fog.
"Oh hey," Chay said and the fog parted around him. White mist was oozing from his palms, driving back the glowing, holy one. "I can't *control* it but I can push it with my-- shit!"
He ducked and a flock of imps jumped him from inside the fog. Unlike the dark red, purple and blue imps they had seen so far, these ones were a pale, spotted white, emaciated and their leathery wings were covered in bird feathers.
Xane sent a straight lightning bolt at one and it went up in flames.
Chay swatted at them, hitting their vulnerable, blue eyes. Imps usually had tiny black dots for eyes. Why were these so different?
One of the creatures started fighting its fellows. Ah right, Chay's new puppeteering skill. Useful. The next lightning bolt was ready and zapped a fluttering beast from the air.
Marcus jumped in and roundhouse kicked three back into the fog. Goro leapt in and caught two out of the air. He threw them at the retreating ones with superhuman strength.
"Ugh," Chay said. "Guess they're not demonic enough to be kept out. But did you see how weird they looked -- like cherubs. I think the spire it twisting them. Or un-twisting them, if the abyss is inherently twisted."
"Holy mutant imps," Marcus said. "Naturally."
Chay made the holy nebula part ahead with his own fog and the naked muscle-packed demigods wandered in with tired steps.
Xane had long given up on wiping his sweat away with magic, but he was glad he could easily get rid of his blood, his cum, his friend's cum and lisk-egg goop, while his buddies had to wait for their sweat to wash it all down. He helped them, of course, but he wasn't going to wipe their every crevice.
On some level he loved the idea of battling his way through a demon infested underworld with his best friend and other hunks, naked balls swinging in the warm breeze, but he would have preferred to let his *cock* swing, too -- and to shove it into a pussy every so often.
The area was littered with burst crystals, humanoid imprints hinting at warriors who had traveled inside to invade the abyss. Large white feathers could still be found on the ground.
Goro's head twitched to the side. "Something's in there," he growled. "Something big."
The tired demigods froze, eyes on the fog as Chay widened the unobscured space around them. He dropped his books for easier movement.
A part of the mist itself rushed them -- a vapor-tube as thick as a leg. Goro stepped forward and rammed his fist into the wobbling projectile which flowed over him unhindered.
Xane hadn't made new motes yet so he punched at the air with his mage-hand. It disturbed the fog-snake but didn't disperse it.
The tube of whiteness draped itself over Chay and encircled him. He waved his fan and the fog-snake was catapulted off him. It coiled at the edge of their holy mist clearing.
"Guess it can't hurt us," Marcus said and gave the wobbling tube of smoke a pet. "Who's a good ethereal snakey boy? Who's a g- Ouch, the fucker bit me. Shit off, snake. You better not be fucking venomous. I'm having your smoky ass for breakfast. I'll find a way."
Marcus stepped back, eyes on his hand where blood dripped from multiple punctures. Gentle, transparently white flames licked along his arm in slow motion as the wound closed itself.
Chay waved his fan and the smoke-snake was thrown in the air. Instead of retreating, it hovered above, compressing itself and spiraled down at Chay.
More fan waving and the snake was tossed around.
"I think... it wants to play," Chay said. "It obviously lives here. Maybe it's not a creature of the abyss. Or it was and got mutated."
After some more fan-play, the snake was comfortable encircling Chay again who let it happen. When it was coiled on the ground like a real snake Chay got to pet it without getting bitten.
Xane followed. He conjured an illusory cloud of smoke around him and the snake paid him more attention.
A head manifested at the tip of the coil -- a cat's head.
