Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 5

... of him, and he stepped into a large chamber filled with cylindrical glass tanks. Floating in the liquid within were numerous beastmen and parasites, all in various stages of transformation and disfigurement. Pipes and cables led from the tanks into the floor like tree roots, all coming together at a large technical interface built into the wall at the end of the room. The massive screen, the malleable controls, and the keyless keyboards combined mechanical designs, magical power, and even organic appearances.

“Curcio, have you lost track of the time? We’ve been summoned.”

He spoke to a dwarf working at the computer, dressed in a white coat. At first glance, he appeared to have a shaved head, but it was more than simply the absence of hair. His entire scalp was missing, exposing polished cranium and muscle, and though his pale complexion looked to be a side-effect of his work and environment, his sharp fangs gave away the actual cause.

“Ah, I suppose I have. Still, I will say there are few pleasures greater than getting so wrapped up in your work that all else falls away.”

The two walked side-by-side through the chamber to another set of doors. “Any luck finding a suitable replacement for Deacon?” Tysinger asked.

“None. Elves are hard enough to capture, and very few can wield a piece of Somerset’s power. Oh well, we still have Dradam. His armor abilities are better than I could have hoped for.” Curcio stopped and looked at the beastman floating in the tank ...

... beside him, seeing his brain extending out of his ruptured skull. “Oh, when did this happen? Let’s see… D-327, yep. I had a bad feeling about this one. I guess it’s the grinder for him.”

They left the lab, walked down several corridors, and then arrived at a chamber where another two Profane were waiting. “It’s about time,” a male ghoul said, speaking with a lower jaw split down the middle and opened horizontally instead of vertically. The other was a a female ghoul with white hair. “Yes, yes, start the meeting,” said Curcio, placing his hand on the wall. Vents opened up in the ceiling, and streams of colored smoke poured onto circular panels on the floor. The smoke didn’t spread, as if bound in an invisible container, and instead organized itself into various shapes, taking the form of other members of the Profane. “Before you say anything, I know I’m late, so let’s just get on with it, shall we?”

“I agree. We have pressing matters to attend to,” said one woman, a full-blooded fiend similar to a centaur, but with a spider body instead of a horse body. Her smoke form mimicked her speaking, but her voice came from the ceiling.

“Prince Lupin has gained two powerful allies, and they are turning the battle for Welindar against us,” another ghoul said, once a dwarf like Curcio with a braided black beard.

“And who are these new allies?” the white-haired asked.

“One is Valia Zodiac, the Sword Goddess,” another man said, speaking from the end of the room.

“Didn’t we have ...