Chapter 2: Descent Into Darkness
The cavern's walls were like thick, veiny flesh, the air heavy and damp, as if the very breath of the earth was exhumed here. The tunnel's girth yawned around them like a gaping throat (or insert your orifice of choice - I'm trying to keep things clean here. Failing, yes, but trying.), a chasm of blackness that seemed to swallow up the very light of the torches they carried. Brutehilde walked at the rear of the group, her massive figure still in her milkmaid uniform, the iron balls and chains in her braided hair clinking softly as she turned her head to survey the gaping hole they were descending into.
Her hand rested on the handle of her rolling pin, the comforting feel of the tool-turned-weapon under her fingers making her feel ready for whatever lay ahead.
"Alright, you lot," she barked. "Hear that? The Underworld's calling our names. Let's show it what we're made of."
They nodded, a mix of dread and excitement passing over their faces. Tanna, still flushed from her earlier conversation with Polly, gripped the handle of her sword, her knuckles white. She glanced at Polly, who was busy checking her brass knuckles, a smirk on her face as she strode along, her athletic thighs taut and enticing.
"You ready for this, Polly?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's so hot in here, and I swear I can feel the earth's heartbeat, like it's pulsing with some ancient energy."
Polly nodded, her green mohawk bobbing slightly. " Hell yeah, I'm ready," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. "I've been looking forward to this ever since we decided to take the Underworld route. There's something about the dark, the danger, the unknown... it fucking gets me wet. I'm positively frothing at the gash." She grinned wickedly at Tanna. "I'm as ready for this as you are for your anal probing tonight when we camp."
"Ooooh," shivered Tanna in mingled terror and delight.
Tanna looked around, her heart pounding in her chest. The descent was beginning to level out. Although this made their footing easier, her mind was still full of fears. "But isn't the lava simply going to come pouring down behind us?" she asked. "We'll be burned to a crisp."
"No," replied Ulrika from the front of the group. "We've made good speed and we've reached the chasms."
She pointed ahead and they could all see that the ground of the passage fell away in several places, revealing great rifts.
"These openings were rent during eruptions millennia ago," explained Jeremas. "Once we have bridged them, the lave will simply fall down the rifts into the depths of the world. We'll be safe as soon as we're across - well, safe from the lava, at least. 'Safe' is such a relative term, don't you think?"
"You don't seem to have much fear of what may lie ahead, though, Jeremas," observed Tulip.
"Well," he shrugged, "once you've cut your own cock off for the sake of aesthetics, there's very little left to be afraid of. Quite frankly, nobody will ever be able to do anything to me that's half as bad as what I chose to do to myself."
"Why ... why exactly did you do it?" asked Honeymuff, who was a great fan of cocks in general and couldn't imagine why anyone would possibly want rid of one."
"Oh, it just kept waggling about all over the place," said Jeremas, "it was so irritating. Now I can sit down without having to notice which side I'm dressed." Honeymuff looked utterly baffled. "But... but what about sex? Won't you miss it?"
Jeremas smiled serenely. "I enjoy watching others have sex, little one," he said. "And I am quite capable of administering my own pleasures. But yes, I do miss the sensation of being inside a warm, willing body. But as I said, once you watch your own cock being removed, there's not much left to fear."
Honeymuff shivered, a mixture of disgust and fascination on her tiny face. "I've seen women in a heated state, but I've never seen a man in such a... condition," she commented, her wings fluttering nervously.
Jeremas chuckled, his voice echoing through the cavern. "Fear not, little one. I may have removed the offending member, but I assure you, I can still pleasure a woman as well as any man with a full set of equipment."
Polly raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Is that so, Jeremas? Care to demonstrate?"
"Later!" snapped Brutehilde, catching up with them. "It may have slipped your minds, but we have to get across these chasms. And in case you hadn't noticed, it's getting warmer behind us, the lava is slowly flowing down the back passage."
"I'm quite used to things flowing down my back passage, but we get the point," said Honeymuff.
They moved quickly, gathering ropes and makeshift bridges that had been placed by travellers by the edge of each chasm, using Ulrika's dark magic to secure them. The air grew thicker, hotter, as the lava flowed closer behind them. Sweat poured down their bodies, soaking their clothes and making their skin slick.
Once they had crossed the last chasm, Minnie wobbling precariously as she clutched her tea urn on the rear wagon as it rolled across the creaking planks, Ulrika pulled on ropes that raised the makeshift bridges and secured them high against the walls again.
"We're safe from the lava now," she grinned. "It will fall harmlessly into the depths below. Well ... perhaps not harmlessly, there may be Goblins or Gnomes or other such things living way down there. But we'll be safe, and that's what matters."
Ulrika wiped her brow with the back of her hand, her breath coming in short gasps. "We've earned a break, I say. A moment to rest and rehydrate before we press on."
"Hallelujah!" cried Honeymuff, landing with a flourish on a nearby boulder, her wings splayed out behind her. "I was afraid I might have to fly all the way to the Underworld and back again just to keep up with you lot."
"Not that we're eager to press on, mind you," added Tulip, lowering herself onto a flat rock and leaning back with a sigh. "But we should be wary of how much time we spend here."
Brutehilde agreed, nodding as she tugged at the iron balls in her hair. "Aye, we can't dawdle, but I'm not one to rush off into the unknown without a moment's rest," she said, giving one of the balls a tug. "Besides, these balls need a moment to cool down. The heat from the lava's making them hotter than a dwarf's arse in a forge." She chuckled at her own joke, the iron balls clinking softly as she adjusted them.
Polly glanced up at the cavern's ceiling, a thoughtful expression on her face. "It's a good thing these caves keep the heat of the lava from overwhelming us, isn't it?"
"Otherwise, I'd be afraid we'd all melt like chocolate," said Honeymuff, pulling off one of her tiny boots and using it to fan herself. She looked over at Jeremas, who was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, sweat dripping down his face. "You know, Jeremas, your poor balls must be roasting in your pants, especially without a willy to fan them with. Would you like me to lick them and cool them down for you?"
Jeremas opened one eye and looked at Honeymuff, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Why, Honeymuff, that is remarkably thoughtful of you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I must admit, I have had many things licked by many people, but never my dickless balls. But no, a brief rest will suffice for now, thank you. Perhaps when we reach the Dark Elf city, I might take you up on that offer, when they aren't so cheesy and sweaty." He winked at her, a twinkle in his eye.
After a few more moments of rest, Ulrika stood and stretched. "Alright, that's enough of a break. We need to push on." They all nodded in agreement, gathering their things and preparing to set off again.
Suddenly, there was a rush of wings overhead, and a swarm of bats came rushing through the tunnel, their leathery wings beating against the air. Honeymuff let out a scream, her tiny body shaking like a leaf. "What are those?!" she cried, her wings beating furiously as she tried to fly away from the creatures. "They're coming for me! They're Perverted Pixie Demons, I know it!"
Tulip rolled her eyes, catching Honeymuff before she could fly into the side of the tunnel. "Honeymuff, calm down."
"They're not Perverted Pixie Demons," snapped Polly, her voice laced with amusement. She rolled her eyes at the tiny, quivering Pixie. "They're just bats, for goodness' sake."
Jeremas chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Indeed, they are merely bats, my dear Honeymuff. They're no more likely to attack you than they are to turn into tiny pixie-sized vampires and drain your blood."
Honeymuff's wings slowed, her body trembling as she tried to regain control. "But... but they're so... so big! And there are so many of them!"
Tulip patted the Pixie's back, her voice soothing. "It's okay, sweetheart. They're just passing through. To be honest, I'm surprised you've never seen any before. I'm even more surprised you don't want to shag one."
"Have you ever had a mid-air shag, Honeymuff?" asked Polly slyly. "They're only a little bit bigger than you, think of how you could flit about on your wings, screwing madly as you pirouette."
The fear instantly vanished from Honeymuff and her eyes were wide with lust. She begged Polly to capture a bat for her, and to make sure it was a male one with a big cock.
"You want me to catch a fucking bat, you what?" asked Polly, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you insane? They're probably rabid, and who knows what kind of diseases they carry. Plus, I'm not sure which of the little fuckers even have cocks."
Honeymuff pouted, her tiny hands on her hips. "But Polly, you know how much I love a good shag. And I've never had one with a bat before. I promise, I'll be safe. I'll use my magic to cleanse it of any diseases, and I'll be gentle with it. Please, Polly?" She quivered her lip in that particular way she had which always won Polly over.
"Please, Polly? For me? Just this once?"
Polly sighed heavily, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist the little Pixie's pleading for long. "Fine, Honeymuff," she conceded, "but only if you promise to be bloody careful. And if that thing gets anywhere near my arse, I'll cut its head off with my knife." She turned to the others, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Alright, you fucking munchkins, keep an eye out for a big, fat, juicy bat with a cock like a baseball bat. I'll go fetch my net." With that, Polly dashed off, the soles of her boots skidding on the damp floor of the cavern. She returned a few moments later, a wide net in her hand, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Here we go, sweet cheeks," she said, grinning at Honeymuff. "Let's catch us a fucking bat for some batty fucking."
The others watched, their eyes wide with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, as Polly began to swing her net through the air, her movements wild and erratic. The bats seemed to sense her presence, their leathery wings beating faster as they tried to avoid her. "Come on, you little fuckers," Polly muttered under her breath.
She was swinging her net wildly, the air whooshing through the cavern as she tried to snag one of the many bats that were now circling overhead. "Just one, that's all I need. One big, fat, juicy bat with a cock to make a Pixie's eyes water."
Suddenly, one of the bats swooped down, its wings beating furiously as it tried to avoid the net. But Polly was ready. She swung her net with all her might, and the bat flew straight into it. Polly whooped with triumph, her net now containing her prize.
"Gotcha, you little bastard!" she cried, holding the net up for the others to see. "Look what I've got for you, Honeymuff. A big, juicy bat, just as you asked," Polly announced triumphantly, holding up the net with the bat trapped inside.
Honeymuff's eyes widened with excitement, but her smile quickly faded as she realized the bat was not being handed over straight away.
"What do you mean, it'll need to be trained and tamed first?" she sulked, her tiny wings drooping in disappointment. "I want to fuck it now! I don't want to wait!"
Polly sighed, placing the net on the ground. "Honeymuff, love, this bat is wild. It needs to be tamed first, otherwise, it'll bite your tiny pixie head off. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."
"But I want it now!" Honeymuff whined, stamping her tiny foot.
"Well you can't have it now, you'll just have to be patient," said Polly. "When we reach a more civilised stop at the Dark Elf city, you'll maybe have time to tease it with your pussy till it's gagging for a shag. But right now, we need to be moving on."
Honeymuff's pouting lips turned into a petulant scowl, her wings drooping further as she realized she was still going to be denied her bat shagging desires. She sighed dramatically, "Fine, let's go. But if I see one more goddamn bat, I swear I'll set it on fire with my magic."
With a heavy heart, the group pressed on through the tunnels, the difficult and weary journey continuing for several more hours. The passageways twisted and turned like the bowels of some ancient beast, leading them ever deeper into the belly of the earth. The air grew thicker, heavier, and the stench of decay and dampness clung to their clothes and hair. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional drip of water or the distant rumble of some unseen subterranean force.
"Are there any dangers lurking in these tunnels that we should be aware of, Ulrika?" asked Brutehilde. She was thinking more of her companions rather than herself. Anyone foolish enough to attack Brutehilde would stand more chance in a fist fight with an avalanche.
"Not in this region," said Ulrika thoughtfully, "although it always pays to be careful, of course, just in case. But these passages are so frequently used that hostile forces have been driven from them, down into the deeps. But when we continue on from the city of my people, into those deep places ... well, let's just say we should make certain that we keep a sharp lookout. There are some entities lurking in the bowels of the earth that are quite unimaginable. We're almost half way to the city now, and there is a spacious cavern ahead, where we'll find stores of firewood and water stashed for use of travellers. We should probably camp there for tonight, then we'll be able to reach the city tomorrow."
Brutehilde agreed. "That sounds like a good plan to me." She nodded, her massive form silhouetted against the flickering torchlight as they began to wind their way down a gently sloping passageway. The air grew stale and close, the walls slick with moisture. Honeymuff fluttered nervously behind her, her tiny wings buzzing like a hummingbird's. "I could really go for a cuppa right about now," she squeaked, her voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "Maybe even a wee biscuit."
"Hold your horses, wee one," said Minnie, her lilting accent rolling out like the purr of a contented cat. "We'll be there soon enough. The cave's not far now, I can feel it."
The group pressed on, their footsteps echoing against the damp walls. Finally, the passageway opened up into a vast cavern, the air inside it noticeably fresher, the darkness almost welcoming.
"About time!" grumbled Minnie as they entered the cavern. "I'm parched and I could do with a sit down and a cup of tea."
Brutehilde, ever the efficient organiser, immediately set about finding a suitable spot for their camp. She led the group to a dry, flat area near the centre of the cavern, where a scattering of ancient, gnarled mushrooms, taller than a man, provided some welcome shade. "This'll do nicely," she declared, her voice echoing slightly in the vast space.
"Alright, everyone, let's set up camp." With a practised efficiency that belied her size, Brutehilde began to unpack the few supplies they'd brought with them, spreading out blankets and unrolling bedrolls. "Honeymuff, love, would you mind fetching some firewood and water from the stores? We'll need to keep the fire burning all night to keep the creatures away."
Ulrika nodded in agreement, her dark eyes scanning the cavern's walls. "I'll scout around and see if I can find any other useful resources. This place looks old, there might be something hidden away that could prove useful."
Tulip and Polly began to help with the camp setup, their movements fluid and practised. "If you two could start a fire, that would be brilliant," said Brutehilde, handing them a flint and steel.
While Tulip and Polly got to work, Minnie set up her squeaky tea trolley, the wheels creaking loudly in the cavernous space. She began to hum a cheerful tune, her happy crooning rolling out like a soothing lullaby. As she moved around the trolley, gathering her teapots and cups, she noticed something peculiar. A curious spider, larger than any she had ever seen, began to emerge from the shadows, its long legs tapping delicately against the stone floor. It twitched its eight eyes in Minnie's direction, its interest piqued by the unusual scene before it.
"Och, what do we have here?" Minnie's eyes widened with surprise and intrigue, her gaze locked onto the strange arachnid. She had always been fascinated by the peculiar creatures of the world, and this one was certainly no exception.
"Dinner!" said Polly eagerly, as she snatched it up, skewered it, and set it to cook over the newly lit fire.
"Aw, the puir wee hen ... still, I am hungry," shrugged Minnie. "But I suppose a spider's not the same as a proper chicken dinner, is it? Shame, really. It was a mighty big one, too."
Brutehilde chuckled, her deep voice echoing through the cavern. "Well, Minnie, you know what they say - you are what you eat. And if you eat enough of those spiders, you might just grow eight legs and a pair of fangs yourself."
Minnie laughed, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. "Aye, well, I reckon I've had enough of spiders for one day. I'll stick to my chicken, thank you very much."
As the evening wore on, the group settled down for the night, their campfire casting a warm glow over the cavern walls. Honeymuff, however, was not so easily lulled to sleep.
She sat staring glumly at the jar that contained her captive bat, airholes in its lid so that the creature wouldn't suffocate. She had a throbbing in her groin and it wasn't going to go away on its own. She wanted to fuck, and fuck hard.
Polly glanced over at the Pixie, who was still sulking over her bat-less predicament. "Oi, Honeymuff," she called, her voice echoing slightly in the cavern. "Stop your moping and come over here. Tulip's feeling randy, and I think she could use a little of your attention."
Tulip looked up from where she was reclining on her bedroll, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, and we can't forget about Tanna," she added, gesturing to the young knight, who was trying her best to look innocent. "She's been awfully quiet tonight. I think she could use a little company."
Honeymuff hesitated for a moment, her tiny wings fluttering nervously. She glanced one last time at the jar containing her bat, before pushing off from the rock she was perched on and flying towards Polly. The Pixie's wings worked furiously, her little body zipping through the air like a tiny, iridescent bullet.
"Polly," she squeaked, her voice slightly out of breath as she hovered in front of the woman. "I think I might have an idea for how we can all have some fun tonight." Her eyes darted to Tulip and Tanna, who were both watching her with varying degrees of curiosity and amusement. "Oh, really? And what might that be, little one?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She leaned back on her elbows, her green mohawk a stark contrast against the darkness of the cavern. "Come on then, spill the beans," she urged, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Honeymuff, with a flurry of wings and a tiny, excited squeak, landed squarely on Polly's chest, her tiny feet pressing gently into the woman's firm breasts.
Polly laughed, her breath hitching slightly at the unexpected contact, her nipples immediately hardening beneath Honeymuff's touch. "Well, that's a nice surprise," she said, her voice a low rumble. "What did you have in mind, little one?"
Honeymuff grinned, her tiny face alight with excitement. "I was thinking," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "that we could all play a game. A game of... dare."
Polly's eyebrows shot up, her interest piqued.