Carl scanned the gruesome display.

“Do you guys reckon it was the Demonic Duke of Deception Mendak?”

“Definitely has the guts and the intellect for it, but this full frontal assault is not his style.” Agazuul put in. Eira took to sifting through the debris already mostly covered in mounds of bone dust.

“Ballistas even, giant ballistas…destroyed utterly with raw ferocity.” There was none of his usual frustration or attitude there, those words were spoken with a fearful awe. Gileon had used the time to conjure a being from the earth, because of the surroundings it became a bone golem.

“Whatever we face, I hope this will help.” Gadraek changed into his half-bear form and stood determined before the giant gate of the keep.

“Corpyx, is what it’s called right?” Lixiss asked.

“What should we expect there?” She asked further.

“No one knows, none have ever entered and lived to tell the tale.” Agazuul responded.

“Then how do we even know if anyone entered?” Eira said sarcastically.

“...I suppose we don’t know if anyone ever actually got it.” Agazuul said, taken aback. They stood there for quite a while, none daring to point out the silence of the others; the persistent inaction unaccounted for.

“Fine, I'll do it.” Lixiss said, moving forwards to open the gates. As the gates were swung open none could’ve expected what they would see within the walls of Corpyx. Low red lighting filled the inside of the main hall, burgundy carpets lining the floor leading to the various rooms and the staircase that led further up on the walls hung tapestries depicting various sexual positions, some requiring rope suspension.

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“This is…” Carl began unable to finish the thought aloud.

“Wow, what a place and here I thought this front row seat to a bloodbath would be without side entertainment.” Kahmin said. Pedestals stood at the entrance of every separate room of which there seemed to be four, two on each side of this hall filled with a nondescript liquid. Everyone seemed to go their own way trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. As Carl made his way to the first room on the left he saw quite the sight. A toned humanoid covered in brown fur with cowlike ears stood upright looking down upon his partner in the act; a humanoid with magenta colored skin, curved ram like horns on the side of their head, a leathery tail with a point at the end and flowing black hair with blue highlights. The sasquin grasped the androgynous devilborn’s horns as he pulled the devilborn in closer, his ears standing upright for a moment, the devilborn’s tail wagging in excitement. They moaned in pleasure as the sasquin’s member completely disappeared for a moment, tears escaping the devilborn’s eyes as the sasquin pounded their mouth until completion.

Completely bewildered from that scene Carl stumbled to the next room. An angel being flayed alive, his member erect and dripping with a treat that an aergena laps up with a lustful hunger. A breathtaking human with slitted eyes and green scales on her arms moans in pleasure as she stimulates herself while taking strips of flesh from the angel. An angel with a halo watches all this play out from a distance, sitting in a crescent moon shaped couch, his right hand on the ass of an androgynous godblood who has hints of dark elf heritage, his face buried in the haloed angel crotch. There seemed to be no end to such scenes as Carl stumbled to the next room, hoping it would be the end of it.

A dark elf and surface elf seemed to be throwing various flexible male privates at one another as they gleefully chased one another around the fluffy carpeted room, eventually the surface elf scored a hit. The game took an abrupt stop as the surface elf picked up the object that ended it, she strapped it on covering her lady parts; the dark elf crawling on hands and knees towards the surface elf. The elf makes the dark elf take it all, pumping it down her throat, her saliva dripping to the floor. They couldn’t all be like this, what was going on here? Mere moments ago I was running for my life from monsters through a desert of bone. Carl thought and was happy to find the last room empty, where everyone sat wide-eyed in shock; everyone except Lixiss who seemed annoyed at their perturbation.

“Are you all done with the sight-seeing tour?” Lixiss said pointing towards the staircase that led up. I can only hope this was all the keep had to offer. Carl thought, pushing away the thought that he had forgotten all about his wife watching those sights, part of him wondered how it would feel to be the devilborn.