== VORTEX QUEST 5-10 ==
== SWASHBUCKLING SLAVE SLAUGHTER ==
Waking up was disorienting every time.
Goro had perfected the neutral expression of a mindless meathead, which was how he liked to be seen sometimes. But waking up in the abyss meant being instantly hit with horniness beyond what a normal human body was capable of accumulating.
He had a masturbation urge so violent he could barely *see*.
Goro had slept in a hammock of rugged ropes, letting his cursed cum drip down but still getting totally caked overnight.
His hands grasped his aegis, giving it a few desperate shakes as if that was going to help.
He fingered his nipples on pure instinct. Roaring with pleasure he activated the open signature, ball pain finally... well, it didn't clear his head because nothing could but he was eventually able to have thoughts besides raping his way through the pantheon and a million demons.
Marcus suddenly hovered over him, having dropped from the rafters. Right, they were on a ship. Even more disorienting.
"Morning sleepy head," Marcus said. "Did the Fist of God shake too much?"
"Huh?"
"Oh right, we named our kidnapped vessel. Unless you put in your vote for the second placed choice, Chay's Megacock, it's a sealed deal."
"Fist of God," Goro mumbled. "Fine. Can I get fist of human up the backdoor?"
Marcus spread his arms. "Sorry pal, I'm about to hop off with Xee. You have a bit more to go. See you around."
Their realm liner rose as soon as Marcus had leaped overboard. Goro used a wet towel to rub his skin clean and swaggered to the back where Chay was piloting, walking past a lone green Kobold who was aligning psychoplastic conduits.
Behind the thick-thighed, Thai demigod was Ülldr, the shortest of the Aelves. He wore his sunrise circlet over the orange head-gem, and the woven leather harness with orange trims.
Goro nodded at him. Ülldr grinned and nut-crushed Goro via the signature. The berserker clutched his legs together and groaned, fingers automatically going to the nipples. Cum blubbered from his aegis.
"Fascinating," Ülldr said. "I can't imagine being this vulnerable to abyssal magic. I'm amazed at your ability to keep going."
Goro grunted. "Thanks, I guess? I don't do well with compliments that aren't about my huge-as-fuck muscles. Either of you need to piss?"
He dropped to his knees, opened up and let Ülldr's long, bulbous dick drain into his throat while the Morning Aelf and the umbralist schemed.
===***===
The Middleclaw Passage was a bridge connecting two fairly separate parts of the local crawlway.
Even in abyssal terms it was ancient. Light gray stone, stretching over four immense arches, bordered by huge hollow bones serving as guard towers. Statues of long reborn Daemons lined the bridge, a tribute altar to King Pwen'Gllach marking the center.
Tears to the realm exoteric were rare in Hiwinymb but a massive one ripped through reality right behind the bridge, eerie purple light clashing with the teal shining from the ectoplasm river far below.
To minimize tithes, traders crossed the bridge with their goods in bulk, including slaves.
A veritably army of shades and figments was creeping across the ten foot wide bridge at the pace of bored zombies. A trio of Reapers walked ahead, a dozen Kobolds with whips were toward the back, driving the hundreds of nude hunks forward.
"They'll be getting nervous," Chay said, "as soon as they realize there's a ship coming. Nothing is supposed to fly this far down. Jrrz'kattss, are you ready?"
Their hired Kobold and only crew member took to the steering console. "I'll keep the Fist steady."
"Good," Chay said. "I'm not much of a murder machine, so I'll be the lookout, but we need to kill as many slaves as possible." He started oozing smoke.
"Fuck," Goro said, as the mass of shades dissolved into individuals. "That's a lot of people."
"They're already dead," Chay said. "Remember that. Ülldr, get ready. Jrrz'kattss, is the reactor shielded?"
"Of course," the Kobold said. "I checked every fault line."
Chay put one naked foot on the ship's railing, looking dramatic and fuckable. "Berserker? Go."
Goro jumped off the Fist of God.
On his knuckle was the borrowed Hole.
He kept his expression neutral as his mark of madness grew across his back and magic pumped his muscles bigger and denser.
He levitated until just to the front of the long slave line and dropped straight down.
The first Reaper was simply crushed in the landing. The hooded demon collapsed with a spine fracturing at every other vertebra. Recoverable, for a demon, but Goro wasn't here to put down Reapers.
The voidblade beheaded another. The third one had time to react and threw himself off the bridge, probably having some magic to break his fall. The dense line of catatonic, confused, astonished or fearful hunks was unobstructed.
With his Hole-carrying arm pointing to the side, Goro ran forward. He cut and crushed and swiped. He created a wave of slaves so dense ahead of him that they dissipated before he even touched them, crushed by their compatriots. Others fell off the bridge.
A hundred souls dissolved to freedom -- until they ended up in a Reaper web again. Those that rose up would bounce off the Fist's reactor shielding, instead of overloading the soul gem.
It was a massacre beyond anything Goro had done on this quest. Another hundred fell.
He was an arrow, rushing through a wave of flesh that dissolved as he passed, Hole doing as much damage as his unstoppable body.
The black shimmer of Ülldr's gestalt rose on the other side.
The Aelf had to kill the slaves man by man, manifesting hands and blunt force from his ethereal form. But he was an effective wall that prevented retreat.
Aeobold merchants took to the air, non-flying ones crawled to the underside of the bridge. All screeched in fear. For the Goro was a-coming.
Alarm bells rang on the tower-bones on both ends of the bridge. Phaser harpoon emplacements crunched as the guard crews turned them inward. Flaming bolts zipped at the demigod of violence, trailed by slow, cyan lightning.
The orbs were imprecise, singeing gray stone, exploding slaves at the fringes the berserker had missed.
Then a bolt hit him straight in the face.
He went blind and deaf and couldn't breathe anymore.
He continued running in a straight line at the same superhuman speed, Hole stretched to the side.
He brought his other hand to his face, touching his own exposed skull. Creepy, fucked up, but kind of awesome.
His right eye healed back into existence first, letting him see the confused and terrified faces of a dozen men he was crashing into, another dozen, another dozen, another- His eye went blurry from the lack of fluid. A distraction. He ripped it out, willing it to stay gone until the surrounding tissue was back.
With a face restored, shoulder long hair flying behind him, he arrived at the other end, meeting the gestalt of Ülldr.
A huge blob of dark clouds sank to their level.
