Chapter 1

A Multiverse Fucked

Infirmary

Castle Angelo

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

“… expected more.”

A distant, yet familiar voice. It echoed. Every word bounced back and forth in Cody’s skull, bringing fresh waves of pain and nausea.

“You really shouldn’t. Not after everything we’ve seen.”

A different voice. But… again, it was familiar. He tried to put his finger on who that voice belonged to but he just couldn’t pinpoint that exact cadence, tone and inflection. Certainly a voice he had heard before but… different. Like it belonged to someone from his childhood and was only now hearing again.

“Give him a break. If he hadn’t done it. The Evil Wizard would’ve done much worse. Count yourselves lucky that he put his world at risk for ours.”

A much chattier voice. The longer sentences and time to recover allowed Cody to analyze the voices a little more. But his confusion only grew as he came to a conclusion that genuinely did not make sense.

“Shit. Looks like he’s waking up. The connection is tenuous. We’ll have to try again later.”

Another protracted moment of speech but this time, Cody was sure they were talking about him. Courage swelled through his chest and strength quickly returned to the rest of his body. He became aware that his eyes were shut. His own voice was rising from his throat and consciousness was rapidly approaching like the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Cody, listen to me,” said a fifth voice. “We’ll meet again and I can explain then. But for that to happen, you need to do one thing.”

Now he was sure.

These voices…

“You need to cum.”

… they belonged to him.

Cody Wilder sprang awake, immediately sitting up and pushing aside the cool, blankets that had been wrapped around him. The sudden movement startled those around him and shook his brains, causing another wave of nausea to strike him.

“Hero!” exclaimed Princess Penelope. “You’re finally awake!”

She immediately launched herself at him, wrapping her soft, supple arms around his shoulders. Her skin was warm and, as always, porcelain perfect. A bright, flowery green dress wrapped around her lithe frame and her flowing, golden hair that hung well below her waist was like a auric waterfall. She pressed her pink, rosy lips against his cheeks, brushing the stubble there.

Normally, that would have been a moment of relief and celebration.

But then Cody’s stomach immediately rebelled.

“Urk!” he managed before he had to turn away from her and immediately spilled the contents of his stomach onto the side of his infirmary bed. Heathcliff backed away, the Healer grimacing at the reaction. Princess Penelope mirrored the gesture and stepped back, holding her hands away with a look caught between disgust and concern on her features.

Cody coughed the last bits of bile out of his system and wiped his dry lips with the back of his hand. “Sorry, Your Highness,” he croaked, throat dry. “That… that was not because of your kiss. I was just…” He groaned as his head began to swim again. “… I’m still…”

Heathcliff rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. The tall, athletic Healer dressed in the black of his order gave him a faint little smile. “Take your time, Cody.”

“We do not have time!” barked the familiar, panicky voice of King William Angelo. Cody, on pure instinct or perhaps a little bit of conditioning, straightened himself in the presence of his liege.

Standing behind the Princess was her father, the portly King Angelo. He stood taller than her and was dressed in finery as always. His tumbling, curly beard reached down to his navel though he wore his silvery hair short beneath his crown. His brown eyes which always seemed to be in a constant state of worry or panic regarded Cody pleadingly.

“Please, Hero,” exclaimed the King. “We need your help.”

You always do, Cody thought with a warmth and affection, glad to be doing something to help others.

“How may I be of service, Your Majesty?”

“Your Majesty,” Heathcliff warned. “Cody has just awoken from being unconscious for four months. He needs time to recover.”

Cody whirled around to face his friend and fellow party member. “Four months!? What happened!?”

Glances were exchanged before Heathcliff began to recount the events that had transpired while the Hero of the Hub had been slumbering, plagued by the dark energies of the Evil Wizard’s latest plot.

Cody had taken the full brunt of the wild energies of the artifact that Eros Virgo had been utilizing for his evil plot. Though no one knew why, the sky cleared up and all the monsters that Eros had summoned had mysteriously vanished. Eros, himself, was inconsolable and distraught but offered no resistance when he was restrained. Cody had fallen unconscious and did not wake during the long trip back to the Hub. Eros remained imprisoned in the dungeon.

Things seemed to be a peace again except for the Hero of the Hub’s state.

However, it was not long before trouble brewed.

“Eros escaped?” Cody glowered.

The fourth person in the infirmary stepped forward. The handsome, angular features of Prince Marcelos Angelo, Crown Prince of the Hub and Heir to the Crown. Marcelos wore his curly golden blond hair short much like his father but preferred to keep his face shaved clean. Much like his father, he wore the royal red and blue but did so in the fashion of the Royal Military; a red doublet trimmed with gold with blue pants and black boots. His rapier hung by his side. The man was not all pomp, however. Cody had seen Marcelos fight and even sparred with him a few times. The Prince had a strong, athletic build beneath all that finery.

And a juicy cock too.

Cody went rigid for a moment. That thought… it was not one he had ever entertained before. Alien and yet… undeniably his.

“The Evil Wizard has not escaped,” Marcelos said in his silky tenor. “At first we suspected it might be his doing but we had put special magical restraints on him and our best Sorcerers and Wizards have done assured us that he is incapable of casting any spells. The threat comes from elsewhere and is spreading.”

All over the land of Ayeroscia, strange events were occurring. Monstrous beings were emerging bearing a strange resemblance to the Evil Wizard. However, these creatures bore powers that no one, even the greatest of sages or the wisest of mages, could understand or identify. What was worse yet, they were carving up the land into their own territories. Anywhere that fell under their influence was transformed into a bizarre landscape of their design. These beings possessed absolute authority within these ‘Domains’ as they had been called. Any who ventured into the Domains could fall prey to the near-god-like being’s many minions. What was worse is that those who fell would not simply die. They would be corrupted and changed into the beasts that the ‘Invaders’ commanded.

“We are calling this event the Incursion,” Marcelos explained. “Refugees from the other kingdoms and townships have been trying to make their way here but more often than not, they are assaulted by the Invaders’ raiding parties or get caught in a newly-spawned Incursion. We’ve sent troops and other adventuring parties to try end the Incursions but none of them have returned. The Invaders’ forces, Intruders, are relentless and tireless.”

“What can we do to stop it?” Cody asked.

“We theorize that if we defeat the Invader the Domain will collapse,” explained Heathcliff. “However, as the Prince has mentioned, none have managed the feat yet. What is worse is that the Incursions are getting more and more frequent, the Invaders are growing bolder and their Domains are expanding.”

The Healer then looked sorrowfully out the window right beside Cody’s bed. The Hero twisted around from where he was seated. His eyes immediately widened. Breaching the cityscape, rivaling even the grand Castle Angelo, was a tremendous, circular arena flying strange purple banners. The black emblem of what appeared to be two crossed flags encased by a laurel was emblazoned on each banner.

“That wasn’t there before…” he rumbled.

“It’s an Incursion!” screamed King Angelo, tugging at his own beard in panic. “An Incursion right here in the middle of the Hub! The last bastion of hope in all of Ayeroscia!”

After four months, all the other kingdoms had fallen. Refugees were sparse but those that made it to the central region that was the Hub spoke of horrors beyond comprehension. Up until two weeks ago, the Hub strangely remained untouched until the coliseum appeared. An Invader calling himself the ‘Conqueror of the Arena’ challenged everyone in the Hub. Any who could best him and his champions would get wealth and riches. Those who fell would join the ranks of his ‘Glandiators’.

Cody frowned. “Did you say… ‘Glandiators’? Not ‘Gladiators’?”

The King nodded grimly. “Yes. These Intruders are horrible, aggressive, disgustingly large, muscled brutes that have no shame! Our scouts report them all… fornicating wildly. All male.”

“Another thing we have discovered,” replied Heathcliff. “The Invaders are all male. All their Intruders are male. Women who are either captured outright or banished. We do not know why.” He lifted a finger. “But Eros Virgo might know and ever since the coliseum appeared, he was willing to talk to us… on the condition that you were there.”

Of course he wants to talk with me.

We’ve been fighting for as long as I can remember.

Cody threw aside the sheets and swung his thick, meaty legs over the end of the bed. “Take me to him.”

Marcelos tried to pull him back to bed. “You’ve just awoken, Hero. You need to rest.”

“Nonsense!” bellowed King Angelo. “He wants to meet Virgo, let him! Besides, our kingdom is in danger!”

Princess Penelope swooned. “Oh, Hero. You are as immovable and determined as ever. You truly are an inspiration!”

Puffing out his chest, Cody rose from the bed. Blood rushed into muscles that had remained mostly sedentary for four months, causing him to wobble. In that moment, he also realized that he was very much naked. Strangely, no one else in the room seemed to notice or care.

I’m flashing them and they don’t even seem to notice!

Things must be that bad.

“I’ll get dressed,” he said. “Where is my gear?”

“I’ve arranged some lighter clothing for now,” Heathcliff said, gesturing at a clean pile of clothing on the adjacent bed. “But before you put them on, you might notice something on your back.”

“My back?”

Marcelos brought up a small hand mirror and held it up so that Cody could look over his shoulder and see his own back. The Hero’s thick, bushy eyebrows rose in surprise. Across his back was what appeared to be a mix between a tattoo and a scar. A black marking that resembled a circle with dozens to spikes pointing inwards and innumerable, overlapping tendrils snaking outwards dominated most of his back. Little unfilled circles dotted the forest of tentacles with no recognizable pattern. Purple, faintly glowing scars danced along every black line.

“What is that…?” he breathed.

“We believe it is a fragment of whatever magic that Eros Virgo was using,” explained Heathcliff. “You heroically pushed him aside and in absorbed the magic into yourself. We also believe that is one of the reasons that the Incursions have not been occurring in the Hub until now. It could be that the Invaders thought that you were an Invader and there was already an Incursion here.”

Is that what those voices were talking about?

Cody grunted and seized the plain white tunic and brown trousers that were offered. “That is something for the Evil Wizard to explain.”

Strength returned with every movement he made and by the time he was fully dressed, he was feeling well enough to walk. The stairs down to the dungeon provided some challenge at first but with each step, more and more strength returned like his muscles and bones were remembering how to move.

Eros Virgo’s cell was heavily guarded with half a dozen of the Hub’s guards posted at the door. Two guards were facing outwards, keeping an eye for those that were approaching. Two were facing Eros’ cell itself, constantly keeping an eye on the wizard. The other two stood in between, providing support. The guards all saluted and departed at the King’s behest.

The cell itself was flooded with glowing green and gold lights from the various runes and crystals that were embedded into the walls. All of them were designed to keep the Evil Wizard from escaping.

Eros Virgo, the Evil Wizard, saw them approaching and got to his feet. For the first time in the long years that they had been clashing, Cody noticed that the ‘Evil Wizard’ did not resemble the stereotypical wizard archetype. The man had a lean, muscular physique with powerful, plump pectorals with the striations of the muscles clearly visible across their mounds. His biceps were large and lean enough that veins crackled up their length like lightning. Every abdominal muscle was clearly defined. Even without the help of the lighting, they would have been clearly cut. Thighs and quads melded perfectly with wide calves. His hair was a silvery white and tied back into a long braid that hung past his knees. His luscious, white beard was perhaps the most ‘wizardly’ thing about him though it only just reached his clavicle. The only hint at the original color of his hair was his black pubic hair.

Fuck, he’s hot.

Cody shook the invasive thought from his mind and, as he always did, took the lead by storming right up to the magically-imbued bards of Virgo’s cell. “Explain, Virgo. What evil have you wrought upon this land?”

Eros gave him a little smirk. The Evil Wizard was dressed in just a waist cloth, little more than a towel. Despite his minimal clothing, he approached with all the confidence and swagger of someone who knew he had won.

“I have done nothing, ‘hero’,” he answered, his voice dripping with mockery. “This is all your fault.” He cast his dark eyes from face to face. “All of you. You did this.”

“Do not mock us!” barked the King. “Your ‘Mooltyvers Spell’ did this!”

“All my Mooltyvers Spell would have done is finally grant me my greatest wish!” bellowed Virgo.

Ah yes. His heart’s desire. What is it? The crown? Infinite wealth? Absolute power?

“I would finally have had sex!”

Cody recoiled in shock. Jaws dropped in surprise. Penelope let out a soft ‘eww’.

“Repeat that,” Marcelos stammered. “Are… are you saying this entire time… All of your plots, schemes and deeds boiled down to…”

“Sex,” confirmed Virgo with a firm snarl. “Yes. All I wanted was to have my virginity taken.”

Cody appraised the man again. “How old are you?” When Virgo threw him a scathing look, the Hero shook the question away. “Forget that. How would the Mooltyvers Spell actually have gotten you laid?”

Virgo rolled his eyes and turned his back to the group, wandering away with his hands clasped behind his back. “I don’t expect a simpleton like you who literally wins the day by throwing his weight around to understand.” He threw a critical look over his shoulder. “Has anyone ever told you that you are fat?”

The Hero straightened, sucking in his musclegut a little and slapped his belly, firm abdominals resisting the impact. “This is all muscle, thank you!”

The Evil Wizard scoffed and turned away again. “It matters not.” With a wave of his hand, he began his explanation.

The Mooltyvers Spell had three components. The first was the spell itself which was designed to reach out into all the possibilities across the cosmos, breaching time and space and compressing all the instances of the caster into the caster themselves. The second was the crux of the spell - the Crossex Cards; a deck of cards that could trap essences within each card for use. The Crossex Cards were even powerful enough to trap beings from other timelines or dimensions. The third component of the spell was the table that the Crossex Cards sat upon. Though it had no name, the table was made of magically imbued wood that served as an anchor and would ultimately parse and stabilize the various entities from all the other dimensions to this one.

All of that flew over Cody’s head.

“Alright…” began the Hero. “And how would that all serve to allow you to have sex? Were you hoping to utilize their power to force every woman to sleep with you?”

“No you fool!” barked Eros, angrily. “I am not so vile as to force myself upon anyone.” He made a claw-shape with his hand. “I had simply hoped that at least one instance of myself had managed to have sex in the vast collection of universes out there. I simply wanted to merge that instance with myself so that I could pass onto the next life having slept with someone!”

Cody pinched the bridge of his nose but it was Heathcliff who voiced his frustration and confusion.

“All that so that you would not die a virgin…?”

“Tell me you would not have done something similar were you were in my place, Healer!” barked the Evil Wizard. “We humans are conditioned to procreate. To have gone through my entire life never having experienced that pleasure once is the pinnacle of torment!”

Marcelos was looking incredibly uncomfortable. The entire royal family was. Still, the Prince managed to ask, “I mean… Have your own hands denied you the company?”

“It is not the same an you know it.” Eros turned back to face them and then let out a bitter laugh. “But none of that matters. Because of you, you stupid, mouth-breathing, empty-headed ‘hero’.” He pointed directly at Cody. “You broke the table that the Crossex Cards sat upon. You destabilized the spell.” Spreading his arms wide, the Evil Wizard said, “Now, the instances of myself that were either trapped or being pulled into this world are free to corrupt all of Ayeroscia as they see fit! We are all doomed!”

“There must be a way to stop it!” exclaimed the King. “You brought this upon us. You can undo it!”

The Evil Wizard threw his hands into the air helplessly. “Don’t you understand!? We are dealing with powers from beyond our universe that have gone awry and wild! Perhaps if they were still under my control, I could have stopped it but these iterations, these Invaders as you’ve called them, have become twisted into things beyond my control!” He stormed towards the cell bars. Everyone backed away to protect themselves safe for Heathcliff and Cody who remained where they were. “It took me months to even grasp the concept of the Crossex! We do not have the time to study each and every one of the Invaders and their Intruders and then formulate an effective countermeasure.”

Eros leaned forward, getting as close tot he bars as possible without touching them. He tapped the side of his head with two fingers. “Get it through your simple, thick skulls! The combination of the three spell components stabilized the transition from their world to ours. However, when I was interrupted, continuity was disrupted! We now have an innumerable number of forces trying to claim our world as their own and we are powerless to stop it! Our universe is literally being ripped apart and divided amongst other universes! We are fucked!”

The weight of his words hung heavily around the dungeon. Silence. No dripping of water. No rats skittering about. Not even the distant wind dared to whisper. The world itself held its breath waiting for that ‘but’ or that spark of hope.

“What can we do…?” Heathcliff asked, breaking the silence.

“Pray,” scoffed Eros, turning around again in misery. “Or kill one another out of mercy. There is nothing we can do.”

“I refuse to believe that,” Cody said defiantly. “We will fight. We will find a way to save our world and when we do, you will eat those words, Evil Wizard.”

Eros refused to interact any further. There was no point in continuing the interrogation. If that was his stance after four months, there would be no changing it. Only one thing needed to be clarified.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone any of this sooner?” he asked. “Why wait for me to come down here myself?”

The Evil Wizard looked over his shoulder with a sardonic smile on his face. “Because I wanted you to know that this was all your fault.” His smile grew into a dark grin. “How does it feel, Hero? To have fought so hard, struggled for so long only to bring doom upon this world just because you couldn’t let an old man spill his seed once?”

Such a stupid reason to cause so much pain and destruction for years.

Cody turned his back to the Evil Wizard. There was nothing left to say.

He got about two steps away when Eros suddenly let out a gasp.

“Wait! What is that on your back?”

The Hero turned back around. “What?”

“Beneath your tunic, boy!” barked the Wizard. “What is that?”

Cody turned his back to Eros again but this time, he lifted his tunic up to reveal the scar he had received from their latest battle.

“Gods…” breathed Eros. Then he clapped his hands once. “Of course! The Crossex lost its stabilizing table and sought another vessel that could host its vast amounts of power! It was going for me but you jumped in the way! Now it is imbued into you!”

Lowering his tunic again, Cody turned to face the Wizard. “So what does that mean?”

Eros was silent for a moment, head bowed and mumbling to himself.

“Wizard!” bellowed King Angelo impatiently.

“I’m thinking!” snapped Eros. The Evil Wizard closed his dark eyes then nodded a few times. “Yes… Yes. That might just work.” Lifting his gaze, he regarded Cody intently. “I theorize that the Crossex may have lost its corporeal form when you destroyed its table but its energies, essence and function became imbued into you. Despite your girth, you don’t nearly have the amount of magical aptitude or talent to contain its powers hence why we have these Incursions and the Invaders. However, it may be possible that we can rid ourselves of this mess with what remains of the Crossex in you.”

“You wish to train him in the arts of magic?” asked Heathcliff. “We should contact Mason.”

That does remind me… Where is the rest of my party?

“There will not be any time,” Eros said, shaking his head. “The Incursions are getting more and more powerful and the Invaders doubly so. Resources are depleted as is and every second we waste, more and more of our world is getting consumed.”

Cody’s lips curled back into a scowl. “I see where you’re going with this, Virgo. You want us to release you into our custody so you can use me to seal away the Invaders and stop the Incursions.”

Eros regarded him with a curious and confused look. The same stare was being directed at him from the others. Cody didn’t understand why they were giving him such a stare. It was blatantly obvious what the Evil Wizard was planning.

“That’s… oddly insightful of you, Cody,” Heathcliff said. “Usually, it is either I, Mason or Gordon that would point out such a ploy and try to convince you not to play into Virgo’s trap.”

The Hero huffed softly. “We’ve clashed enough times that I can see such a ploy coming a mile away.”

Can I though…?

“Believe what you will,” snarled Eros. “Right now, we have no other option but to trust one another. I told you already. I do not want to die a virgin. If this world is destroyed, I will be destroyed alongside it. Then my worst fear will be realized. So it is in my best interest to help you with all my might. Similarly, I am the only one that knows about the Crossex. You need me.”

All of that made sense. It left a bitter taste in Cody’s mouth that he could not argue otherwise. With time rapidly running out and the mysterious mark on his back, he had no option but to trust the Evil Wizard… for now.

With a sigh, he turned towards the rest of the group.

“Cody,” Heathcliff said suddenly, eyes furrowed in worry. “Surely you cannot be thinking about entertaining this. We can find another way.”

“We have no time for that, Heathcliff,” he responded grimly. “There is an Incursion right at our doorstep. People are suffering. We might be trading one evil for another but I would rather we deal with an evil we know than one that we don’t.”

Again, there was a moment where Heathcliff’s features twisted in confusion and uncertainty. After the moment passed, the Healer’s features resigned into one of sorrow. “I cannot abide by this choice. Do what you will, Cody, but I will find another way.” Then he offered the Hero a light smile. “Who knows? Perhaps attacking the problem from different angles might actually yield better results.”

Cody’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean by that, exactly?” His eyes slowly widened in realization. “Wait… where are the others?”

Awkward glances were exchanged.

“Where is Gordon?” he demanded, voice rising. “Where’s Felix and Mason?”

Penelope stepped forward, hands clasped together tightly.

“They left, Cody.”

A New Party

Armory

Castle Angelo

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

Cold water felt good against Cody’s face. The Hero of the Hub took a moment to regard his reflection in the ripping, clear waters sitting in the basin in front of him. Flecks of his auburn hair swam in the pool. Lifting his gaze, he regarded his features in the mirror. Certainly different from the Hero that had defeated the Evil Wizard multiple times before but not so far as to be unrecognizable.

He ran his meaty fingers across the close-cropped beard that clung to his face. Four months of slumber had developed his facial hair to be much longer than what he was normally used to. Even on the road on his quests, he would always shave every other day to keep his cheeks mostly clean. Felix would always tease him about looking like an oversized baby. However, now that the beard had grown to a length, he found it irritating and uncomfortable to take a razor to the long strands. He had managed to trim it down so that it didn’t hang away from his broad, rounded features; more like a reddish-brown carpet around his jawline and upper lip that lent an air of maturity and masculinity.

The same could be said about his hair. It had grown long and wild while he slept but he managed to shave it down to barely an inch around the sides and back but he left the top short enough to keep hair out of his eyes. Waves of tawny hair swept forward naturally like a wave of autumn leaves. He leaned towards the mirror again, checking his green eyes. Every now and then, there was a flicker of bluish-black electricity that danced across his irises.

Never going to get used to that.

“It won’t go away, you know.”

Looking past his own reflection, he watched as Eros Virgo donned the black robes trimmed with white. The robes hung down past the wizard’s knees and were designed to leave his arms exposed for maximum movement. It had a shockingly deep neckline, revealing his chiseled torso. The Evil Wizard had cleaned himself up, washing away the grime of being imprisoned and trimmed his beard down a little. Iron manacles were wrapped around his wrists and ankles, each one specifically imbued with magic to keep him from casting any particularly dangerous spells.

“You are imbued with the powers of the Crossex,” Eros continued, adjusting his robes. “Beyond the mark on your back, it is withering away at your lifespan. It is why you are not as strong as you were before. That’s not accounting for the fact that you were sleeping for four months.”

Cody straightened, dressed only in a tight, dark blue loincloth. His reflection in the mirror didn’t quite seem… right. Despite Eros’ words, there was no signs of atrophy or degradation. His biceps were still as large as man’s head with his triceps slightly even bigger. His forearms were like hams. His chest had two, enormous, powerful mountains for pectorals that sloped perfectly towards his large shoulders which were like pauldrons on their own. Large, sloping traps bridged the gap between his broad neck and those shoulders. Even his large, muscled gut - perfect for playing the defensive role he did with his original party - hadn’t shrunk a bit while he slumbered. Humongous thighs built over years of trekking to wherever Ero’s next grand scheme was taking place remained as broad and beefy as ever and his calves could still easily support all of his weight.

But Eros was right. His strength was not what it used to be.

He padded, barefoot over to the mannequin that housed the arms and armor he would be wearing. Right beside it was the attire he had worn during his last raid against Eros’ villainy. The difference could not be more like night and day. His old armor was a full-metal plate armor with a billowing, dark blue cape that had a feathered trim. His mighty shield that had protected him from monsters and Eros’ dark spells sat uselessly by its side.

Reaching towards the single, studded leather pauldron and the leather harness that it was strapped on, Cody shivered at how flimsy it felt. Truly, it offered little protection but despite his size, he could not move as fast or take as much damage as he used to. Given the choice between wearing heavy armor and absorbing attack after attack as best as he could, Cody opted to remain as mobile as possible. Light armor was the best he could hope for in his current condition.

He strapped the pauldron on, the leather straps forming an ‘X’ across his chest. Then slipped on the leather belt with a few pouches for personal supplies around his waist. He couldn’t even wear any trousers and had to rely on a pair of leather greaves to offer protection to his legs. Anything more and he would be heavily restricted. A pair of open-toed, leather sandals at least helped protect the soles of his feet from travel. As for a weapon…

Cody picked up the two, leather gauntlets with spiked knuckles. Of all the weapons in the castle’s armory, these were the closest he could get to his old kit and training without overburdening himself. He would have preferred a shield but again, it would have slowed him down.

“I will get strong again,” he insisted. “Just watch.”

“Of that I have no doubt,” Eros answered, reaching down and picking up the simple, wooden staff that he had been assigned. Very different from the obsidian weapon he once wielded. “But perhaps not in the way you would expect. We are facing off against creatures from different worlds, after all. To defeat them, we will need to rely on tactics that would seem abhorrent or alien to us.”

Cody flexed his fingers in the gloves. “Yes. So you’ve told me.”

He could see the sinister smirk on Eros’ face from the wizard’s reflection in the mirror.

As Eros had explained, the Crossex had been used with one goal in mind - to ensure that Eros experienced the joys of sex in some form. Magic was all about imagination and intent so when the Evil Wizard had used the magical deck of cards with that intention, that core purpose remained even when it was destabilized by Cody. When the Evil Wizard had examined the mark on Cody’s back, he had come to one stunning conclusion and the reason why no one had yet to put an end to the Incursions, the Invaders they brought or the Intruders spawned from them.

They could only be defeated through sexual release.

That had been Eros’ intent with the magic, after all. Only by achieving any sort of orgasm or sexual satisfaction would they be truly defeated. The King had insisted that the tactic not be shared with anyone else. Not until they prove it is true.

Another reason why Cody had opted for mobility over defensive strength.

If we was to… stimulate his enemies, he needed flexibility.

Strange as it was, he didn’t find the thought of fucking monsters disgusting. The heroic part of him that would do anything to protect the kingdom did not shy away from doing what was necessary to ensure the safety of its inhabitants even if it meant degrading himself to such a hedonistic act. The rest of him was strangely… excited?

He couldn’t quite understand it but he could feel his cock hardening at the thought. Good thing he was facing away from Eros or the blue loincloth would have given away his thoughts.

“Pity your allies could not have learned of this,” Eros taunted, idly examining his staff by running a finger up and down its gnarled, wooden length. “Now I cannot help but wonder about their fates. Where did that other brute go? Felix the Fighter was it?”

“He went back to his homeland in the Bite of the World,” Cody answered, refusing to rise up to the bait. He tightened the gauntlets around his wrist, flexing the fingers and cracking his knuckles just to introduce some give into the leather.

After four months of inaction, the rest of the Hero’s Party had disbanded, searching for ways to stop the Incursions. Felix, just as brash and headstrong as Cody, had headed north towards his homeland. The icy mountains were harsh and had little resources but bred the biggest and strongest men in the world. With the Incursions, however, it became the twisted landscape known as the ‘Kingdom of Men’.

“If that Mage of yours had taken the time to examine you more closely, perhaps he would have learned of how to defeat the Incursions,” continued Eros. “But it would have taken him years. He simply is not as skilled as I. Didn’t he go east towards the Weird Wastelands?”

Mason the Mage had headed towards what had once been called the Silent Sands, a merciless desert that earned its ominous name. It was so vast and so empty that someone could scream for help and they would only be met with silence. However, the Sands had been transformed into a twisted and confusing landscape that many now called the ‘Weird Wastelands.’

“If anyone can figure it out, it’d be Mason,” Cody answered, straightening and turning to face Eros. “Besides, like Heathcliff said, there could be other ways to defeat the Incursions. Mason went east because he believed that the Weird Wastelands held the most chaotic energies.”

Eros shrugged absently. “Chaos is the fundamental state of the universe. It would make sense that if there were any other way to stop the Incursions, it would be there.” He tilted his head slightly, smirking. “And what did happen to our dear Healer?”

The door to the armory suddenly sprang open. Three figures strode in. Leading them was Prince Marcelos Angelo himself.

To the Prince’s right was a dark skinned, heavily muscled man wearing the red of the Royal Guard. He wore a heavy, metal cuirass, metal bracers and metal boots. His waist and legs were surprisingly left bare safe for a short pair of black trousers that barely made it past his huge, muscled and scarred thighs. His short, black, curly hair was kept neat just like his black goatee. His nearly-black irises were filled with determination and were immensely sharp.

On the Prince’s left was the direct opposite of the glowering guardsman. He was a brilliant, handsome, smiling red-haired man with a strong, muscular build. His flaming red hair was swept to one side in playful curls that almost looked like living flames. That same hair tumbled a little down past his jawline. A close-cropped, tight, red beard hugged his rugged features. A white, sleeveless tunic hung loosely on his frame allowing the wind to catch it in ways that would reveal his chiseled abdominals, luscious pectorals or the forest of red fur on his torso. A large, brown belt with a gold buckle held up long, dark green trousers that did little to hide his thick, muscular legs, wide calves or the very evident bulge he sported.

“Are you both ready?” asked the Prince.

“And who are they?” Eros asked, cocking a plucked eyebrow at the two other men.

The Prince gestured at the dark-skinned man by his side. “This is Theodore Cold. A member of the Royal Guard and your jailer. He has been assigned to our party to keep another eye on you.”

The Wizard rolled his eyes. “I am flattered.” Raising the manacles on his wrist, he shook them a little. “These were enough, thank you.”

“Then consider my presence further incentive to behave,” rumbled the guardsman. Cody noticed that the powerful fighter was wielding a moderately sized round shield in one hand and there was what appeared to be a pistol of some make on his hip.

Weird combination for a guardsman.

“And this is my friend and court entertainer, Knox Funny.”

The red-haired man made a dramatic bow towards the party, revealing the lute strapped to his back. “A pleasure to meetcha all,” said Knox in a thick accent that reminded Cody of those northerner men who ran around in kilts.

“Are you sure it’s wise to bring a jester on a harrowing adventure?” Eros asked. “Not that I care about your wellbeing but if I must offer protection to another member of this party, I would rather it be to someone who is worth saving.”

Knox offered a little smirk as he straightened, pressing a few fingers to his chest. “I assure you, Master Virgo, I am well-suited for this mission. My songs and skills inspire others to action. Not to mention they can… set the mood.” He finished his introduction with a waggling of his eyebrows.

Oh, so he’s the bard.

How fitting.

“Did Heathcliff already leave?” Cody asked.

The Prince nodded. “He seemed to be in a hurry. Claimed that he had heard that to the west, in the lands that are now being known as the ‘Yiffdom’, there are a myriad of creatures that he could examine and potentially ask for help to stop the Incursions.”

What was left unsaid was that the Healer did not want to be privy to the unlikely alliance with Eros.

“Then we’re all here,” Cody announced, placing his hands on his hips. “Let’s head straight to the Conqueror’s Arena. I heard that’s where Gordon went before he disappeared.”

Gordon was the rogue of Cody’s original party. Brave, cunning and incredibly fast, he was the last to leave - except for Healthcliff. When the Arena had appeared in the Hub, he thought he could brave the Incursion in Hub City himself. That was over two weeks ago. No one had heard from him ever since.

Prince Marcelos Angelo, opting to accompany the party, stepped aside from the door and gestured that Cody take the lead.

“After you, Hero.”

‘Hero’.

That title felt more like an insult than a badge of pride these days.

But I’ll make it right.

No matter the cost.

The First Glandiator

Arena Depths

The Conqueror’s Arena

The Hub City

Two Weeks Ago

When the enormous coliseum had appeared out of nowhere one day, the entirety of the Hub had been thrown into a panic. It had appeared on the outskirts of town, just beyond the town gates one morning with no fanfare or grand declaration. The King had immediately ordered his guards to secure the perimeter and prevent anyone from coming in or out of the arena. Everyone had already heard of the Incursions at this point and the appearance of this coliseum was just proof that nowhere - not even the Hub Coty - was safe.

But that did not deter Simon.

The Incursions had already driven him from his home far from the Hub. Reduced to begging on the streets or waiting for the rations that the Crown dolled out in piecemeal, Simon saw no reason why he shouldn’t explore the coliseum. If there was treasure down there, he could at least buy himself and his family some security until the Hero woke from his slumber and pushed back this threat once and for all. If he died in the attempt, at least it would mean his brothers would have one mouth less to worry about.

This place is so strange, thought the displaced peasant. It wasn’t here a day ago but it already seems old and abandoned.

He held up the torch he held. The flame’s flickering lights danced across his scruffy, scraggly dark brown hair and equally disheveled beard. His dark brown eyes were filled with worry but, every now and then, flickered with the embers of bravery. A brow creased with worry cast shadows on his craggy features.

Each of his movements caused the itchy, dull gray tunic he wore that was barely an improvement from a potato sack to rub against his skin. A thin, almost malnourished frame wandered barefoot through the coliseum’s underground tunnels. He still considered himself somewhat fortunate that he had managed to sneak past the King’s guards into the building. Though he supposed being so small and dressed in rags ensured he blended into the night.

I hope there are no monsters like the other places conquered by the Invaders.

Something glinted off his torchlight not too far ahead. Something… silvery?

“Wait…” he mused aloud. “What is that?”

A little spark of hope and the electric shock of excitement shot through his body, compelling his tired and weary joints to push him forward towards the faint flicker. He crouched down, his dark brown trousers barely separating his knees from the rough ground. He inadvertently adjusted the rope that served as a belt around his waist as he held up the torch to get a better look at his find.

Sadly, it was not a silver coin, a piece of discarded jewelery or even a metal fork. It was some sort of… goo?

“What is this stuff…?” he wondered aloud, running his finger through the slime. “It’s white, sticky and…” Pulling his hand away, he rubbed the substance between his fingers. “… warm?”

Raising the torch a little higher, he cast his gaze around the large tunnel around him. From the floor, walls and even the ceiling that must have been over twelve feet above him, this strange sticky substance covered the blocks that made up the arena. It dripped down the walls and pooled onto the ground. His bare feet were just inches from touching it.

Instinctively, he took a step back…

… and heard a faint thud behind him.

Wait… What was that sound?

The air should have been still down here. He had gone down a long flight of stone steps to get here. There should not have been a breeze. Yet a faint gust ruffled the frayed edges of his gray tunic.

And then there was that rumble again.

Someone or some_thing_ was behind him.

“Who’s there!?” he demanded, spinning around.

That was the first time Simon would behold him.

The Conqueror of the Arena.

Towering at a monstrous nine feet tall of pure muscle, the Conqueror’s skin was a perfect copper color that radiated health and virility. Silvery white hair held in place by a bright green laurel sat in curls on top of his square, masculine features. A tight, well-groomed beard clung to his square jawline. High cheekbones added to the exotic features of the Invader. Eyes that blazed with an unholy red light regarded Simon with arrogance, triumph, hunger and… lust. Across the Conqueror’s mighty chest, running from his left shoulder to right hip was a silken, purple sash the same color as the banners that hung from the coliseum’s rooftops. Leather bands were wrapped around the Conqueror’s wrists and a pair of leather, open-toed sandals that were as big as Simon’s chest protected the monster’s huge feet. Strangely, the Conqueror only held one thing; a golden goblet that audibly sloshed with something thick and viscous.

“Holy shit!” bellowed Simon, tumbling backwards and immediately falling onto his back.

The mighty, towering monster that oozed masculinity loomed over him, looking down his nose at the peasant.

“Look what I have found in my Arena,” he boomed in a voice that would have rivaled the rumbles of earthquakes or the subtle roar of an oncoming avalanche. “A new challenger.”

“Gods…” breathed Simon, still struck in awe. “You’re huge!”

The Conqueror chuckled at the flattery. “Take in my majesty and cower,” he bellowed, lifting a foot that could easily squash Simon’s torso and squeeze out all of his innards like a deflating balloon.

Simon instinctively held up his hands in surrender, turning his head away and shutting his eyes. “Please! Spare me! I surrender! I’ll do anything! Just spare my life!”

When no pain came and he was only met by the rumbling chortling of the Conqueror, he dared to squeeze his eyes open. Peeking between his fingers, he beheld the Conqueror having lowered his foot with a look of disappointment on his features.

“Hmmm…” hummed the giant. “Surrendering so soon? Very well.”

A sinister smile made all the more ominous by the crimson glow emanating from the Conqueror’s eyes crossed the giant’s face, splitting his silver beard down the middle. Tilting his head back, the Conqueror said, “I thank whatever forces brought me here for their generosity. I have found the first of my Glandiators!”

Did he just say ‘Glandiators’…?

Does he mean ‘gladiators’?

The Conqueror lifted the cup in his hands towards the prone Simon, holding it over the peasant’s head.

“Wait!” exclaimed the cowering man. “What are you doing with that cup!?”

The Conqueror’s grin only grew broader as he tilted the goblet towards Simon. A waterfall of the same white liquid that covered the walls poured down upon the peasant in a surprisingly smooth descent. Splatters of the milky substance coated Simon’s face, forcing the peasant to cough, splutter and try to swat the seemingly endless cascade away. Even considering the size of the massive Conqueror’s hands, the contents of the cup could not have been as much as what was drenching the peasant.

It’s… salty. Warm. Is… is this the same as the goo on the ground?

Simon desperately struggled to his feet but the downpour continued, soaking into his clothes and weighing him down. Whenever he tried to breathe, he would get a mouthful of the slime. No matter how much he tried to spit it out, some of it still made it down his throat, coating his esophagus in a slimy layer like it was lubricating his pipes for more of the goo to slide down into his stomach.

“Yes!” boomed the Conqueror with a thunderous laugh. “That’s it! Become stronger for me!”

Those words reverberated throughout Simon’s entire being. He could hear them in his chest, in his arms, his feet and deep within his head. In the second he spent trying to absorb the meaning of those words, he had inadvertently gulped down three mouthfuls of the slime. Whether he realizing it or not, he had tilted his head back and was gawking openly up at Conqueror, allowing the goo to slide uninhibited down his throat.

Getting… hard… to… think…

The Conqueror suddenly pulled the goblet back. Simon swallowed the last drop offered to him, licking his lips and beard of the substance. The warmth from the liquid translated throughout the rest of his body. The cold that came from barely being clothed was washed aside by this radiating heat that filled his veins, soaked into his bones and gently thrummed throughout every part of his body like the warm fingers of a skilled masseuse from the inside.

“I… I feel…” he gulped. “… strange…”

The warm feeling suddenly jumped in intensity from the gentle rays of the sun to the scorching head of a heatwave. He gasped but before he could even exhale, the heat doubled again. Suddenly, it was like he was being baked from the inside. Simon doubled over, clutching his stomach with both hands. A strangled cry rose from his throat. The fire within erupted into a full-blown inferno and he fell back onto his rear, throwing his head back.

“Aaaaaargh!” he screamed, his vision blurring. “So… so hot!”

Animal instincts took over. His hands scraped and scratched at the itching, gray tunic wrapped around his torso. Fingers found purchase and he desperately tore at the fabric.

Rrrrrrrip!

“Need to… get out of…” he panted. “… these… clothes!”

There was a brief moment of relief offered when he managed to rip at the neckline of his tunic a little to widen the gap and expose his chest. Exposure to the air only fed the flames. Fed the flames and something else. He became aware of another source of fire and this one was growing just as intensely as the one that was consuming his entire body.

His cock had become painfully erect and was pushing up against the fabric of his trousers. What little cooling his dick could provide by spewing precum was quickly eliminated by the rapid pulses of rising hellfire that was consuming him from the inside.

“Gods!” he screamed. “My body is on fire!”

The fire within him exploded, shockwaves from the eruption pushing at every inch of his body from the inside. The blast pushed fresh mass onto his non-existent pectorals, filling them up like two volcanoes that were just about to burst but didn’t quite make it to release. His traps swelled to encapsulate his throat and his shoulders ballooned into boulders, pulling the fabric of his tunic further and further away from one another. Tearing noises emanated from his trousers as his quads ballooned in size. The hems of those very same trousers were pulled up away from his ankles, stretched taut by inflating calves.

“So… Horny…!” he declared.

Simon tried to rise again, tried to escape. Every instinct told him to flee, to run but he couldn’t even manage a step when another explosion rocked his whole body. Popping noises erupted from his spine and he twisted mid-step like someone had just kicked him from behind. His torso visibly stretched, pulling the rim of his tunic away from the frail rope that held it against his waist. The whisper of a wall of abdominal muscles were just barely visible whenever the tunic danced a particular way.

Somehow, Simon managed to catch himself from falling forward, his foot stomping on the ground with a heavy thud. Strength rippled up his entire leg, vibrating throughout his entire body and causing his balls to jostle and throb. His trousers grew even tighter with the motion, the fabric starting to audibly groan and rip. The rope around his waist began to fray, individual bands snapping while more and more mass was being added to his frame.

“Everything feels so… so heavy!” he groaned.

Another explosion erupted from within him but this time, it came from an unexpected source. His testicles ballooned in size and their extreme sensitivity shot him over the edge of orgasm. A cry that was a mix of fear, ecstasy and primal release erupted from his throat half an octave lower than he was used to. Fresh cum erupted from his cock. The force of the orgasm drained control and stability from the rest of his body. The growing peasant toppled backwards.

“Aaaaargh!” he roared. “I’m falling!”

He slammed back onto his rear, his hands and feet soaking into the slimy white liquid that had coated the walls though he was no longer sure if that was from the Conqueror or his own ejaculations. Spurts of semen shot from his dick, more than he had ever produced in his life. Waves of release and relief washed out of his member, soothing the flames all over his body and finally providing the much sought out cold front that he desperately needed.

Panting and drenched in sweat, he groggily sat up, legs splayed out in front of him.

“Gods…” he grunted. “… is it over…? Has… has it stopped?”

Clarity began returning to his addled and overheated mind. Looking down, he surprised even himself at the twin mounds of his enormous pectorals. A little more and he could swear he could rest his own chin against the valley of those mountains. On a whim, he grabbed the remnants of his shirt and completely tore it off. It was so easy. Like tearing a fresh piece of bread in two. The fabric made a wet, tearing noise as he stripped it off his body and tossed the soaked garment aside.

Then he could appraise his new mass with greater clarity.

“I feel… Bigger… Stronger…” he gasped, running his hands down his washboard abdominals. Catching sight of his own biceps, he lifted one arm up and gave it a flex. The muscles showed clear definition and might. “My whole body is… is so… pumped!”

Crrrrrrack!

The embers started another fire and this time, it began much lower than his genitals.

“N - N - No!” Simon cried in horror. “What was that!?”

Bolts of flame shot up from the tips of his toes, running throughout the length of his feet, rocketed up his ankles and spread out from his calves. Right before his eyes, he watched as his bare feet shook, vibrated and visibly widened and lengthened. Toes inched forward like tiny dogs dragging a sled behind him.

“M - My feet! They’re swelling up!”

The hot haze was creeping its way back up his body, inflaming every inch of him and leaving his skin extremely sensitive to the touch. Already, he could feel every muscle in his body feeding on these flames to grow bigger and bigger. His trousers, the only piece of clothing remaining on him, grew tighter and tighter. Tears were appearing in horizontal bands against his thighs. The hems were quickly fraying, searching for some weakness to tear apart completely.

While he still had some semblance of sanity, Simon made an executive decision.

“I need to get out of here and get help!”

The now-hulking peasant managed to get to his feet, unaware that he now towered at a monstrous seven feet tall. His hunched, muscular figure shook and vibrated as it expanded in all directions. All that effort only fed the conflagration that raged within him. Like a thermometer against the rising temperature, the flames reached further up the moment he stood. It roared up from his calves, past his knees and towards his thighs like they were telling him that he could not escape.

Need… help… he thought desperately.

The fire suddenly reached his waist and shot straight into his cock.

“Aaaaargh!” he screamed.

The supernatural force slammed hard into his dick, pushing it a few inches longer and an inch or two wider. His balls responded like two, huge iron manacles, growing bigger and trying to drag him down. Both worked in tandem to unleash a torrent of cum with little fanfare. But there was no wave of cool relief this time. The orgasm only fueled the fire, causing it to rocket up Simon’s waist.

But… I just… can’t…

Simon was forced to straighten his stance as the wall of abdominal muscles thickened, becoming more pronounced. He tried reaching for his dick, hoping that he could stop the flow. The moment he tried, however…

SPLOOOOSH!

Another orgasm hit him, shaking him to his very core. His brain felt like it had been put into a jar and was being shaken wildly. His face was completely red and his teeth where gnashed together. Through it all, he managed to take one more step forward.

…I just can’t… stop…

His entire abdomen tensed with raw mass and power becoming like an armored wall of muscle and masculinity. The flames rose up to his chest. Ragged breaths fed the flames, inflating his pectorals to such a monstrous size that they could have crushed the head of the man he used to be between their mass. Two, perky, pink nipples became perpetually pointed downwards simply because of the size of his pecs.

Again, he tried reaching for his cock in the hopes of strangling the flow shut. The transformation just shot down his arms, inflating his biceps until each one was as large as man’s head and his forearms were as wide as an average man’s thighs. His hands were locked in place as another blast of cum came shooting out of his engorged dick.

… can’t stop… cumming!

“A-AH-AAAAAAAAAH!” Simon screamed.

The peasant threw his head back, perhaps some instinctive attempt to keep the flames from consuming his head. Even with the attempt, the heady heat still reached his skull, smoke from his burning body suffocating his mental faculties and pushing Simon further and further back.

But… this feels…!

Simon’s hands moved on their own, gripping the frayed edges of his long-suffering pants. With one, awe-inspiring movement, he tore the fabric clean off his body. The rope around his waist finally surrendered and snapped at exactly the same time, leaving him completely naked. To celebrate the newfound freedom, another jet of ejaculate exploded from his cock, sailing high above him and splattering against the nearby wall.

This feels so good!

His body was in full control and it only wanted one thing.

“Make me…” he groaned, screaming at the ceiling above him. “…Make me…!”

He lifted his thick, monstrous arms above his head, flexing the muscles there and using it to tense every part of his body.

“Make me cum!” he roared.

On command, the final jet of seed from a cock that was as long as a man’s arm and nearly as rushed out like a flood breaking through a damn. Little did he know that it came shooting out in the same consistency and speed as the fluid that the Conqueror had doused him in. Only the volume he produced was twice as much.

Good… big… cock…

The Conqueror regarded the muscular titan before him with a satisfied grin.

“Excellent,” he boomed, approaching his knew servant. “You are almost the perfect emulation of my glory. A magnificent reflection of my perfect.” A dark grin crossed his features as he lifted something with his other hand. A helmet. “But you are not quite done yet.”

Simon - or who used to be Simon - turned back around towards the Conqueror he had once tried to escape. His cock rose at attention towards the magnificent ruler in front of him. A dopey, empty smile hung from his face. “Thank you… M’lord…” he intoned in a deep rumble that was almost inaudible.

“Your transformation has aroused me,” declared the Conqueror. “You know what to do.”

Not another word needed to be said. Simon regarded the huge, throbbing erection in front of him and approached it with practiced movements. The redwood that the Conqueror sported would have been too much for any normal man to handle but to Simon, it was like he was made to service that huge, vascular cock. To him, it was perfection and the ultimate honor to take it into himself.

He opened his mouth and gobbled the member up greedily, slurping and sucking with all the fervor and passion of a man desperate to breathe.

Cock… Cock of the Conqueror…

“That’s it,” cooed the Conqueror in an almost loving tone. “All my Glandiators must know how to pleasure me.”

Glandiator… Yes… Know how to make… Conqueror feel good.

… feel good…

The Conqueror’s balls jostled and the cock throbbed. Hot seed erupted from the mighty man’s member. Simon was perfectly ready for it and didn’t spill a drop his master’s seed poured down his throat and straight into his body.

“Enough!” bellowed the Conqueror, pulling his dick free of Simon. “Kneel before the Conqueror of the Arena.” The Conqueror lifted the enormous helmet he held over Simon’s head. “Declare your allegiance to me and accept your place by my side!”

Simon bowed his head, kneeling before his master. His own cock was once again throbbing and at the precipice of release.

“I humbly accept, M’lord!” he announced proudly, shutting his eyes. He felt the weight of that helmet as it drew closer and closer to him like it was attracted to him by a magnet. “I live to service your cock,” he intoned.

His member spewed streams of precum in excitement.

Though he had never spoken the words in his life, they came to him like he had uttered them every day of his life from childhood. “I exist to defend your glorious self.”

His balls tightened and pushed themselves against the base of his dick.

“I am your…”

The helmet settled around his head, sealing off all thought. Doubt, fear and any semblance of the old Simon locked away. The cold steel of the helmet locked around his head, closing around his neck and preventing it from ever being removed by any normal means.

When he opened his eyes, they glowed with the same unearthly red glow as the Conqueror’s.

Orgasm hit him, one of countless others he would enjoy as a member of the Conqueror’s might arena. Happiness filled him. Joy. Ecstasy. Belonging.

He felt good.

“I am your Glandiator!”

The First Match

Challenger’s Entrance

The Conqueror’s Arena

The Hub City

4 Months after the Crossover

The Conqueror’s Arena was far bigger than anything that Cody had ever beheld. None of the stadiums in the Goldblade Circuit even came close to the side of the Arena. One of the entrances alone had to be at least eleven feet tall and about as much wide. Built out of strangely white stone that had the color of marble but the consistency of concrete, each block of the coliseum was as big as Cody’s chest and, by no means, was Cody a small man. As he looked up at the banners bearing the Conqueror’s emblem, high above him, he had to wonder just how big each of those pennants were. By his best estimate, the immense structure had to at least be seven-hundred feet tall.

And with good reason.

Ahead of the new party, stood the ‘Challenger’s Entrance’ to the Conqueror’s Arena. This archway was particularly large to accommodate for the pair of enormous and very naked men standing guard. Each man towered at seven feet tall. They were brimming with sleek, bronzed muscles without an ounce of body fat. Pectorals impossibly perfect, abdominals that could cut diamonds, biceps that a man could get lost trying to follow the network of veins crisscrossing their mounds and quads that could crush a man’s pelvis with the force of their thrusts…

Fuck, get your head out of the gutter, Cody.

Theodore finished speaking with the guards that had set up a perimeter around the Arena. Given the size of the structure, patrols were scarce but the front entrance was fully guarded by a small contingent of the Hub’s troops. Even the fittest and most experienced of the city’s soldiers could not compare to the sheer, monstrous masculinity dripping off these warriors.

Cody appraised the two, towering men once more, convincing himself that it was just to gauge his opponents. Apart from their immense musculature, he noticed that they were only wearing leather wristbands, leather sandals and an all-consuming metal helmet. Eyes that burned like coals glowed from the depths of their helms. Even from the hundred yards or so that separated him from the titans, he could feel those eyes watching him closely. Perhaps it was just the distance but he could swear there was a lust and desire that infused those glares. It was just this aura that he got from them.

This was only heightened by the reality that those three items of clothing were the only thing covering them. That meant that their enormous, genitals were just hanging out for all to see. Again, even from his distance, those members could easily be mistaken for a third leg.

“Are their eyes meant to be glowing like that?” he asked no one in particular, trying to distract himself from thinking about those absolute monsters.

Prince Marcelos stroked his perfect chin with a gloved hand. His blue eyes were clear, cool and critical. “Reports from the other regions affected by the Incursions suggest that the transformations each have a sort of… theme.” He tilted his head towards Cody, offering a shrug. “But we have to remember that most of those reports come either second hand or from rumor and hearsay. It is hard to corroborate the truth. However, what we do know is that all of the creatures within the Conqueror’s Arena all have those glowing red eyes.”

“Does it affect their vision?”

A short scoff came from behind them. Eros padded forward, clutching his staff in one hand. “Hardly. That is merely an intimidation tactic. At most, a sign of dominance. If you see anyone with glowing red eyes, they are likely already under the so-called Conqueror’s influence or already fully corrupted.”

“Is there any hope of saving those who they used to be?”

Eros shrugged. “We are venturing into unknown territory here. Sexual release will be their greatest weakness but as to whether or not it will return them to their former selves…?” The Wizard shrugged. “Who can tell? From my understanding, they have found release amongst their own ranks so it is questionable.” His lips peeled back in disgust. “Judging by their endowment, they are not exactly saints of chastity.”

“Wait,” Cody began. “So if they have been fucking one another inside the Arena and they haven’t turned back or even been defeated, what hope do we have of defeating them?”

The Wizard tapped Cody’s back with his staff. “They do not have the Crossex nearby. I theorize that the corruption that the Invader has spread to this land will be inherently drawn to the Crossex and when it or any of its Intruders achieve sexual gratification, they will be weak enough to be absorbed back into the Crossex.”

“Back into the Hero,” Marcelos said bluntly. “And what effect will this have on Cody?”

Eros offered an enigmatic and cruel smile as he turned back towards the Arena entrance. “Who can say?”

Of course he’s being difficult.

Though I suppose it’s out of habit at this point.

Something does tell me he genuinely wants to defeat the Invaders.

Theodore left the small barricade of Hub guards. “The guards here tell me that so long as we do not outwardly show hostility to the Glandiators, they will not attack. All we need to do is declare that we wish to take up the Conqueror on his challenge and they will let us through.”

“Challenge?” Cody repeated.

Eros rolled his eyes. “Were you not listening you thick, skulled brute?” He waved his staff, manacles shaking, towards the Arena. “The Invader for this particular Incursion appeared two weeks ago and declared that he will shower anyone who manages to defeat him and his champions wealth, riches and power. That was enough to get some of the more desperate refugees, greedy peasants or opportunistic adventurers to try their hand at the challenge. None have returned.”

“Right. I remember,” Cody muttered.

“Of course you do.” Eros turned his gaze grimly back towards the Glandiators. “Notice, however, that the Conqueror never said that he would leave if anyone beat his challenge.”

That’s true. If I were a betting man, I’d guess some people have managed to win but their reward was not what they were expecting.

Eros glanced about, lifting an eyebrow. “We seem to be one short? Where is our bard?”

Right on cue, Knox suddenly strode out of some nearby bushes, looking flushed and with his fiery hair tousled slightly. Leaves and grass stains marred his shirt and trousers. A twig was nestled in his hair. A few feet behind him, a guardsman was desperately trying to slip back into his armor.

Cody gave the bard a disapproving look.

“What?” Knox replied in his thick accent. “One must come prepared when one is lookin’ ta seduce a whole arena’s worth o’ men twice my size.” He winked at Cody. “Th’ refractory period’ll help keep me from fallin’ prey to my own wiles.”

Marcelos groaned and gently patted Cody’s shoulder. “Come on, Hero. We should not delay. Every moment the Conqueror exists, the Arena expands its borders and encroaches on more and more of the Hub.”

From the news Cody had received, most of the Incursions had stopped expanding as they started approaching on one anothers’ territories. At the dawn of the crisis, the Incursion points and their Invaders started relatively small but their corruption steadily spread as time went on. Eros believed that it was them steadily growing more and more used to their world. Prince Marcelos believed that it was directly related to how many people the Invaders turned to their side. When the Conqueror’s Arena first appeared, it had done so on the outskirts of town. Now, it had expanded to such a size that it was almost touching the walls of the Hub. No one has seen the coliseum expanding. It just seemed to grow on its own. Every day, it just grew closer and closer to consuming the city. Within another two weeks, it would have encapsulated half of the Hub. Two more weeks after that, and the Castle would be no more.

They had very little time to lose.

Cody led the party as he always did, head held high. The closer he got to the coliseum entrance and the two enormous Glandiators, the more the pervasive smell of sex, cum and musk filled the air. It was a scent he was familiar with especially as he traveled long and hard with his former party to defeat Eros’ schemes over and over again. It made him smile thinking how people often thought that Mages like Mason or Healers like Heathcliff were always well groomed or smelled of incense and perfume because of their professions. After weeks on the road, they stank of sweat just like any other man.

Shaking the nostalgia from his mind, he looked up at the towering Glandiators, stopping just outside of reach from their huge, long, muscular arms. The temptation was there to fantasize about licking those huge forearms and burying his face in between those pectorals. It wasn’t too far of a segue to wonder what it would’ve been to fuck his former party members in their travels especially with how familiar the scent these titans of men gave off. Seeing their cocks stir brought that fantasy even closer to reality.

“We are here to accept the Conqueror’s challenge,” Marcelos declared suddenly, knocking Cody out of his reverie. “All five of us.”

The Glandiators moved as one. Every motion perfectly symmetrical between the two that it was incredibly uncanny. They stepped aside, leaving the yawning, dark entrance completely open to them.

“Proceed ahead, challengers,” the one on the right rumbled, his voice thundering like a stampede of wild bulls. “The Conqueror awaits.”

He’s already waiting for us?

Cody bit back the question and pushed forward, tightening his hands into fists that caused his leather gloves to groan in protest. The scent of sex only grew as he entered the dark hallways of the Arena. The path was poorly lit with the torches placed on the walls barely being able to illuminate the middle of the hall.

At the end of the tunnel was the light into the arena proper. No atrium, no registration booth. Just straight from the entrance to the arena grounds itself. As he grew closer, stone beneath his feet gave way to sand. The moment he stepped close enough to the entrance that he could be seen from the outside, the crowd erupted into a roar.

Except… there was no crowd.

The seats were completely empty. Yet there was still a roar emanating from all around him like people had to be crammed over one another or forced to stand at the stairs just so they could behold the spectacle. The noise was deafening enough that it made Cody momentarily forget about the persistent smell of sex and cum around him.

A soft strum of strings broke Cody out of the haunting experience. Behind him, Knox quietly struck another chord on his lute.

“As someone who considers ‘imself an aficionado of sounds,” began the bard, his features sporting a calm and light smile even though his eyes were hard and steely. “This lil’ parlor trick is designed ta distract. Th’ roar o’ a crowd can mask a surprise attack. It can drown out th’ cries o’ warnin’ from comrades. Even unnerve ya ‘cause it’s comin’ from an audience that ain’t there.” Once again, he struck another chord. The music from his lute cut through the ghostly applause and cheers, offering clarity.

Cody had no reason to doubt the bard’s worth.

Maybe post-nut clarity played a part in that.

Scanning the arena, took in the ominous, white stone, the golden sands beneath him… and then the imperial box where none other than the Conqueror of the Arena was perched. His breath got caught in his throat the moment he took sight of the mighty Invader.

Judging just by the presence of the two Glandiators by his side, the seated Conqueror had to at least be nine feet tall and just as titanic as his servants. Short, silvery curly hair was kept in place by a laurel. His broad, masculine features were split into a sinister grin framed by a short, silver beard. Eyes glowed with the same ominous, red glow as the Glandiators. His immense frame was all muscle. Not even the light dusting of white hairs on the broad shelf of his pectorals could soften his appearance. A purple sash rolled down from his right shoulder to his left hip. In one, enormous, hairy hand, he held a golden goblet.

“That must be him,” Eros mused, his own eyes narrowed. “I suppose I sort of see the resemblance.” Cody threw him a quizzical glance and the Wizard shrugged. “Remember, each of the Invaders are my alternate selves brought from their worlds because of your meddling.” Turning back to the Conqueror, he said, “There is some similarities there. But he certainly has been twisted by the power of the Crossex.”

“How can you be sure that’s just not he looks in that other world?” teased Theodore.

The Wizard let out a derisive snort and rolled his whole head in a dramatic fashion towards the guardsman. “Please. I was careful to select the instances of myself from across the cosmos. Remember, I wanted to find someone who experienced the joys of sex.” The mocking smile on his face faded as he turned to look back up at the Invader. “Unless they made the women just as big as him, I doubt anyone would be able to survive laying with that monstrosity.”

Does that mean he knew who people were when he dragged them here?

Sounds like he hunted them down…

Cody decided to leave his judgment for the Evil Wizard until later. They were begrudging allies for now. Judgment for the man’s deeds would have to come after the Incursions were resolved.

Raising his voice to the Conqueror, he shouted, “We are here to take your challenge, Conqueror of the Arena!”

Thunder rumbled but it was not coming from any storm clouds in the distance. The sky was perfectly clear. The rumble came from the Conqueror’s thick throat and massive chest.

“Perfect. It has been too long since the last challengers have dared to enter my Arena. I was beginning to fear that the pitiful town’s residents had opted to flee instead of face my forces in honorable combat!”

The Conqueror pulled back his head and let out a tremendous, booming laugh that shook the entire Arena. Waves of sand were visibly sent rippling towards the party. Internal organs would physically shifted in lesser men.

“Before we begin,” the Conqueror said, his grin growing wider. “The terms of my challenge are simple.” He held up three fingers. “I have three matches of increasing difficulty before you. You are admitted a day’s rest between challenges.” As he lowered his big, meaty fingers, he licked his lips. “I wish to savor this challenge.” Straightening, he said, “Conquer all three matches and I will bestow upon you wealth, glory, prestige and power!”

The party exchanged knowing glances.

Yep… He’ll totally turn this around and try to transform us into one of his servants.

“But fail,” rumbled the Conqueror, her glowing red eyes glinting. “And you will taste the cocks of my Glandiators… and grow to love it.”

“Emphasis on ‘grow’, I assume,” Eros mumbled sarcastically. Then, raising his voice, he said, “Fine, Emperor-me! Bring on your first challenge! We are ready!”

“Your confidence may just be your undoing. None yet have escaped my Arena.” He lifted a mighty hand and snapped his fingers. “But as you wish! Face the first of my challenges! My Glandiators!”

Multiple gates started grinding open from all around the Arena. Thunderous steps of the titanic Glandiators approached, growing louder and louder. The roar of the crowd ebbed into a suspenseful hush. Red eyes glowed beyond the darkness of the Arena’s depths. One by one, the Glandiators stepped onto the sands. None of them bore weapons.

Unless you count their dicks as weapons…

Cody shook the lewd thought from his mind and raised his fists to prepare to…

He gulped loudly.

I can’t believe I’m doing this…

Again, he shook his head and gently slapped his own cheeks.

No doubts, Cody. Anything to save the Hub and this world!

… even if that means getting all these men who are fucking huge to cum until they’re unconscious.

He did a quick scan of his surroundings. There had to at least be twenty or more Glandiators around them. Clearly, the Conqueror was not playing fair nor did he intend to. The heroic party formed a tight circle.

“I hope you are all ready,” Theodore announced, lifting his pistol and pulling back on the hammer. “We either triumph here or we turn into one of those titans.” A sardonic grin crossed his features, showing off his perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth. “Though if I would ask a favor. Should we be on the edge of failure, kill me before I lose my mind to those red-eyed monsters.”

“Only if you extend the same favor to me,” answered Prince Marcelos, drawing his rapier and standing with the blade pointed straight up, his heels together. “I do not wish to contribute to the downfall of my own home.”

“Yer both such downers,” chimed Knox, strumming his lute playfully. “I would much prefer ta hold onna glimmer o’ hope that someone, somewhere will save us. After all…” He glanced over his shoulder and winked at Cody. “Even were we to fall in one moment, who is to say the Hero won’t suck is off an’ save us the next?”

Eros let out a short, barking laugh. “Ha! Him? He is as much a virgin as I am!”

“I’ve had sex!” barked Cody instinctively. His party members immediately threw him glares, each one different. Marcelos was just outwardly surprised. Theodore was suspicious. Eros was doubtful while Knox just looked amused. “Look, let’s get through this and we can trade details later!”

The Glandiators did not move from where they were perched, surrounding the party. Cody, more to get away from the judgmental gazes of the others, let out a mighty roar and charged forward, holding his fists closely in front of him in a boxer’s position. The moment he moved, five of the Glandiators broke ranks and closed in on the party.

They’re coordinated.

Like they’re coming at us one at a time even if they have the numbers.

Probably another sick way for the Conqueror to ‘savor’ his prey.

Despite their size, the Glandiators were fast, at least in closing the distance. Cody, despite his bulk, was agile and more flexible. The Glandiator he was facing tried to lunge at him, going for a bear hug that would have pulled him into those mighty pectorals. But he ducked beneath those enormous arms, stepped forward and immediately unleashed a barrage of punches right into the warrior’s kidneys. Since the Glandiator was taller than him, he didn’t need to crouch too far, allowing him to maintain his momentum, slip behind the monster and dance backwards, avoiding a counterattack. He spared a glance over his shoulder at the other Glandiators.

They were all just standing there, watching, the deep chortle of the Conqueror filling the air. The others of the party were facing a Glandiator each. Some degree of fairness was in this match after all. Though it did mean that each of them would ultimately have to face six Glandiators each.

Which means, it’s a battle of attrition!

Cody instinctively jumped to his right, dodging a monstrous swipe from the Glandiator that he had punched. Several blows to the kidney would have knocked a man down for at least a few minutes. This monster was back up within fifteen seconds.

Either I’m weaker than I thought or these guys are just built different!

His opponent pivoted on a heel, sweeping his arm towards Cody. He brought his arms up over his face to defend himself.

BAM!

The blow struck and he was sent staggering back, a flash of pain exploding from his forearms where the Glandiator’s fists struck. Only when he landed on his heels did the pain from the blow come rocketing up his arms. Nothing was broken but it was still one hell of a blow.

Maybe it’s both.

He eyed the Glandiator’s massive cock that was swinging between the beast’s huge legs.

How am I supposed to seduce this guy if he’s just going to beat the shit out of me!?

BANG!

Gunfire. That was Theodore. Surely the Glandiator’s rippling, muscled flesh couldn’t resist actual bullets. He dared a glance towards the armored soldier.

Theodore was standing his ground, hardly moving from where he had been standing initially whereas everyone else had scattered. A Glandiator loomed over him and looked momentarily stunned as a little bit of smoke emanated from one of his abdominals. Theodore’s gun barrel was smoking. The knight had a smirk on his face.

But there was no exit wound from the point blank attack. Cody didn’t even see any blood!

“Really!?” Cody exclaimed. “At point blank and no effect?”

Theodore’s smile broke into a grin. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

As he said those words, the Glandiator’s massive member began to stir. The beast let out a few surprised grunts, staggering back with his massive hands clenched in concentration. The Glandiator looked down at where the bullet had disappeared between his abdominal muscles. The impact site was still smoking. Though that was not smoke. It was thick, persistent and the more the Glandiator inhaled it, the harder and harder his cock became.

BANG! BANG!

Two more bullets struck the Glandiator, one in each of his pectorals. Instead of actual bullets, though, there was a thick, sticky, bluish-green substance that splattered on the Glandiator’s rippling skin. That white smoke immediately began emanating from the fluid, flowing into the Glandiator’s hidden nostrils. The beast let out a series of loud, almost panicked grunts as its cock suddenly rose to full mast, demanding all of his attention. Combat was completely forgotten as the monster fell to his knees and began furiously stroking his colossal cock.

What the…?

Sensing his questions, Theodore flashed him a grin, pointing the gun in his direction.

BANG!

Cody definitely saw a bullet fly past him but it was pellet-shaped. Within was that blue-green liquid. This time, he heard the goo splatter onto the body of the Glandiator that he had been facing. Like the first, his opponent was suddenly overcome with lust as the smoke from the bullet flooded his senses. Cody caught a whiff of the fluid. He got hints of sandalwood, ginger, lavender and the faintest hint of rose. But there was more to it than that.

“I’ve infused my bullets with my own special concoction,” Theodore announced. “It is a mix of Siren’s Nettle, Temptation’s Blossom, Lionseed and some other extracts that enhance the libido, lowers inhibitions and arouses men.”

He’s an alchemist and a knight that wields a gun!?

Theodore spun his pistol skillfully in his hand before firing off another shot at the Glandiator behind Cody. That one other shot was enough to send the Glandiator to his knees and start uncontrollably masturbating.

“Two shots,” said the dark-skinned knight. “That’s all they need to drop everything and beat their meat.”

Cody blinked in utter surprise. “Where did you learn to make such a concoction?”

“In the four months that you were out, our scouts had detected that the Invaders were a little more…” He glanced away. “… sexually inclined than normal. It gave us the idea of developing techniques to exploit it. Prince Marcelos was actually the one who insisted on leading that research.” He gestured with his shield arm. “As you can see…”

Off to the side, Marcelos was fighting his own battle with a Glandiator… and winning handily. Just not in the way Cody would have expected from the rapier-wielding knight.

“Go!” cried the dignified, handsome prince. “My Goblin Cocksucker! Seduce!”

Between the Prince and the Glandiator was a bright green creature barely three feet tall. There was no mistaking the pointy eared, gangly figure of a goblin. Cody had fought them many times before. The little monster cackled and scrambled towards the Glandiator. The bigger of the two beasts tried to swipe at the Goblin but it slipped between its large legs before leaping onto its back and proceeding to nibble on the Glandiator’s neck, drawing a long lick and even going so far as to reach over and tweak the big man’s nipples. The Glandiator physically went rigid like it had been electrocuted and let out a series of deep, rumbling moans.

“He’s stunned!” exclaimed the Prince, swinging his rapier through the air. Magic sizzled from the tip of his blade, drawing arcane runes in the tip’s path. “Now, my Goblin Cocksucker! Suck cock!”

The Goblin let out a cry of glee and immediately scrambled over the Glandiator’s body like a huge, green, four-legged spider and landed in front of the stunned, much taller monster. It then grabbed the huge, hanging member with both of its hands, barely able to close its fingers around the entire length, opened its mouth to reveal its long, slick tongue… and just…

… sucked cock.

Slurp! Slobber! Shlorp!

The Glandiator quaked, squirmed and cried out in ecstasy. In a few seconds, it was sent crashing to the ground with the Goblin constantly servicing it.

“Prince Marcelos has mastered summoning magic,” Theodore said with a proud smile. “Though his menagerie is still small, he has been specific about which creatures he summons and designs. That Goblin, for instance, is a creature he manufactured specifically to be quick, nimble and have the ability to dislocate its jaw to pleasure even the biggest of dicks.”

Cody recalled how summoning magic was an incredibly complex art. Mason and Heathcliff had sometimes relied on it. When great dangers were upon them, they would often combine their powers and skills to summon something even bigger. The magic, despite its name, didn’t involve calling upon some beast in some pocket dimension or safe haven. The art created a creature to the summoner’s specifications meaning they were summoning it into existence with a specific role and purpose. The most basic of summoning magic involved constructing a living creature down to their organs, thoughts and biology. Copying from nature was the easiest and most basic form of the skill but engineering a creature to certain specifications…?

That’s a skill that’s on another level!

A series of strumming brought Cody’s attention to Knox. The bard was weaving, ducking and moving like liquid around the Glandiator he was fighting, an easy going smile on his face. While it first appeared like he was just dodging, Knox was striking his opponent every now and then. Each strum of his lute was coupled with an exaggerated motion that would push one or two fingers against the Glandiator’s massive frame.

“What is he…?”

“They say music helps set the mood for sex,” answered Theodore. “Knox knows that better than anyone and he has weaponized it. Every time he plays his lute, he is transferring the sound waves of the strings into the body of his opponent and wrapping it in bardic magic.” The shielded and gun-totting knight gave Cody a sidelong glance and a little, tired smile. “And we all know a bard’s magic is all about one thing.”

Knox suddenly spun on his heel, dancing away from the Glandiator he was facing. With a large flourish, he struck the final chord on his lute.

“Cuuuuuuuum!” he sang in a melodic voice that would have been well-placed on the stage were it not for the context.

The Glandiator’s body suddenly spasmed like it was being jabbed by a hot knife in multiple places at once. The beast’s arms were forced wide apart and his legs just locked in place. At the same time, his dick spontaneously sprang to attention, spewing precum in increasingly thick ropes without anyone touching it. The Glandiator toppled to the ground, still fully paralyzed but moaning and groaning as his body grew closer and closer to orgasm.

Is… is Knox part-Monk, part-Bard!?

The air suddenly sizzled with magic and the last Glandiator let out a cry. All eyes were drawn to Eros who was pointing his staff at his opponent. Glowing, purple chains had sprung up from around the Glandiator and was restraining him. The mighty warrior’s arms were tied behind his back and his knees were forced back, leaving him to tall to the ground. The same chains were wrapped around his torso in such a way that it just highlighted his bulging pectorals and rippling abdominals. Those same chains also wrapped around the monster’s balls and cock in a way that kept it permanently erect.

“Wait! How are you able to cast magic!?” exclaimed Prince Marcelos. “Your restraints should prevent you from using any form of spell!”

Eros regarded the Prince lazily over his shoulder. “Well, you see my dear Prince, the manacles you put on me are, themselves, a form of binding magic. Therefore, they must allow some form of magic in order to restrain my magic. Knowing that, I reached into the deep recesses of my magical knowledge and came to the conclusion that I can logically, use binding spells!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The Evil Wizard just flicked his long, silver ponytail over his shoulder and wiggled his staff at his restrained Glandiator. “Perhaps not but it seems to me that you had dragged me on this crusade fully knowing that I would be defenseless without my magic. Far be it for me to question your wisdom but I at least have the right to defend myself if we are to cooperate in this venture. Wouldn’t you say so?”

He’s got a point… Not to mention he hasn’t used those binding spells on us yet so that’s something.

Marcelos grit his teeth in agitation but whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the orgasm of the first Glandiator; the one that Theodore had shot at point blank range.

The party watched as one of the Conqueror’s pants let out a tremendous roar, clutching the base of his dick like his life depended on it. The tanned skin had grown bright red with strained effort. His huge, pulsing, vascular dick throbbed once before sending a stream of cum high into the air, higher than even the towering beast’s head. Blast after blast of seed streamed out of him in increasing volumes until about the sixth burst when the second Glandiator joined in. Cody had to step away as the stream of cum from his opponent would have hit him otherwise. A short while later, the Glandiator that Marcelos had throwing his Goblin at screamed as he, too orgasmed under the skillful tongue of the summoned monster. Knox’s opponent was just a step behind followed by Eros’.

All five of the Glandiators collapsed to the ground as their orgasms wiped them completely of strength…

… and more.

As the last of their cum left their bodies, their frames began to crackle and pulsed with strange, blue and purple lightning with tinges of black around the edges. Bolts of the mystic energy peeled away parts of their form like the very matter their bodies were made of was transforming into pure energy with each pulse. The red glow in their eyes faded and their movements grew still. Between the dark glow and dizzying display, a little flash of flesh was visible.

Cody’s let out a gasp and pointed. “Look! I think I see someone under there!”

As more and more of the dark energies streamed away from the unmoving Glandiators, the form of a regular human was slowly being unraveled. The dark cocoon of the Intruder peeled away by the chaotic storm and within moments, as the last threads of the Crossex’s energy left, a completely naked man - but one with normal proportions - was revealed.

Cody rushed towards the civilian, kneeling next to him and immediately checking for a pulse.

Ba-bump.

“He’s still alive!”

“This one too!” Marcelos shouted.

“Aye!” agreed Knox. “Seems they all are.”

A wave of relief washed over Cody. Eros had been right after all. There was way to reverse the curse of the Invaders. There was a way to save the world after all. Confidence filled him as he turned to look up at the Conqueror.

The Invader was not laughing.

The Conqueror of the Arena was openly glowering.

Ka-crack!

“Hero!” Prince Marcelos cried. “Look out!”

Cody glanced upwards. The swirling storm of ribbon-like dark energies had coalesced above him. The moment it came into his vision, it came streaming down towards him. There was no time to think.

He just acted.

And just like with Eros’ Tower, he moved to protect the innocent civilian that still lay unconscious under him. He threw his entire body over the man and braced himself.

Pain exploded from his back as the malevolent energies poured into him. Too late did he realize it was streaming right into the mark the Crossex had left on his body. Through sheer force of will, he kept himself from screaming out in agony but the pain was excruciating. Hot pokers of pain jabbed right into his flesh and transformed into barbed serpents of agony, worming their way through his scarred back. Waves of fire radiated from his back and coursed through his veins. Claws white-hot iron crawled underneath his skin, crawling all over his body and ripping into his organs.

Then they reached his cock.

That was when he screamed.

Cody Wilder, the Hero of the Hub, suddenly sat up, throwing his arms back and unleashing a primal scream to the heavens. His cock pushed up against the waistcloth that barely contained his member. Immense pressure built in his balls. All pain was replaced by a tsunami of lust and passion that he had never experienced before.

Rrrrrrrip!

His cock burst from his waistcloth, rising higher and thicker than he was familiar with. Huge ropes of cum blasted out of his unprepared body, shooting into the air at a height that rivaled the Glandiators. With every shot, his entire body surged in all directions. Already firm muscles pushed through layers of fat to become hard, defined and chiseled. His pectorals ballooned in size while his spine shot upwards to accommodate, causing his roar to drop an entire octave lower. The musclegut that had made him approachable - at least in his opinion - was stretched taut with his increasing height, showing the washboard abdominals beneath that also grew with his increasing mass. His gauntlets snapped off his expanding hands and the straps holding down his leather grieves all snapped off to give way for his widening feet.

Cody’s roar died in his throat even though his cock continued to ejaculate over and over again. He slowly got to his feet, giving room for his balls to expand to fit his enormous, seven-foot-tall frame. Entirely on instinct, he angled his wrists towards the stream of cum spewing from his dick. The sticky, white seed wrapped around his wrists on their own, covering them entirely. At the same time, cum dripped down the underside of his dick, crawled down his huge thighs and curled around his calves and feet. That seed morphed, bubbled, shifted and reshaped itself as if possessed. It tightened around his wrists, transforming into brown, leather, studded wristbands. It slipped between his toes, changing into leather and forming leather sandals.

A fierce determination on his face, Cody cupped his spewing cum in both his hands, grunting with each burst even as his cheeks burned. Once enough had been collected, he splashed the seed onto his face. Like what happened to his wrists and feet, the warm fluid oozed over his face, crept over his head and stopped just at the base of his neck. The good solidified into a layer of silver, shiny metal. Moments later, there was a solid, metal gladiatorial helmet sitting on his head.

A particularly powerful burst came erupting from his cock and it shot into the air as a single, long stream, never stopping until the last drop had parting from his glands. When freed, it solidified itself like the others, transforming into a long, silver, metal spear… only this spear had something… else stuck to the end.

A big, black, rubber phallus.

What questions anyone held was ignored as, for a finishing touch, the cum that had fallen on the ground crawled up Cody’s back and wrapped around his shoulders. There, it flared out to form a feathered collar and a long, black, velvety cape that hung just past his knees.

Cody leaned down and plucked the spear from where it sat.

The Conqueror let out a loud, booming laugh.

“How entertaining! Even your unorthodox methods have led to one of your own falling under my influence! You have indeed entertained me!” He spread his arms wide. “Now for your reward!”

The remaining Glandiators moved, all twenty-five of them.

“No! Cody!” exclaimed Marcelos.

“Forget him for now, Prince!” barked Eros, retreating as the Glandiators came storming over. “We have bigger problems!”

“Form up!” shouted Theodore, running over to the two. “Get behind me!”

There was a worried expression on Knox’s face as he danced beneath the grasps of many of the Glandiators to reach the rest of the party. “I hate to say it, fellas. But I dun think even I could seduce this many men!”

The Conqueror of the Arena boomed with laughter.

“Welcome to my Arena, my Glandiators!”

So sure in his victory, the Conqueror never noticed something about the newly transformed Cody.

His eyes were not glowing red.

Just as one of the Intruders passed him on its way to his party members, Cody moved faster and with greater precision that he had ever moved before. He jabbed the spear, phallus first, straight into the ass of the Glandiator that was unfortunate enough to be the closest to him. The beast let out a confused grunt and went rigid. The entire Arena held its breath.

Cody pulled the spear back… and then thrust it into the same ass over and over and over again!

“Thousand Thrusts to Cum!” he roared, repeating the motion with such speed that his movements were a complete blur. The Glandiator could only shake and shudder, completely paralyzed by Cody’s attack and speed that when he ejaculated, the roar he emitted came with a confused inflection at the end.

Cody did not wait for the shock to wear off. He pivoted on his heel and thrust his spear into the ass of the next Glandiator, nice and deep. Within seconds, the warrior of the Conqueror was on his knees, unable to stop himself from cumming. The Hero of the Hub used his newfound power and speed to sweep through the Glandiators, finding open asses and immediately getting them all to cum. By the time he had taken down ten of them, the first he had defeated was dissolving back into his human frame. The bolts of dark magic streamed into the mark on his back, bringing his own cock to full erection.

He held off on pleasuring himself for at least the third to fall before the pressure in his balls became unbearable. With his free hand, he squeezed the base of his dick. The pleasure of orgasm rocked his body but didn’t reduce him to his knees like the Glandiators. Instead, his seed splashed all over his free arm, quickly forming a big, round shield. Just in time as he was able to raise it to block the blow from a Glandiator. This time, the impact didn’t send waves of pain rocketing up his arm.

With a grin he shoved the Glandiator away from him and smashed his shield into the Intruder’s face, causing his opponent to stagger back. He took the moment to duck and bowl over the Glandiator by rolling right into the monster’s knees. As the Glandiator fell on top of him, he placed his feet against the creature’s back and pushed out, holding the titanic seven-foot-tall giant above him… ass exposed.

“Prostate Polling!” he cried and gave the Glandiator’s ass one powerful thrust. With gravity on his side, that one thrust was enough to make his opponent cum instantly.

“Fuck yeah!” cried Knox. The bard even jumped into the air and thrust a fist triumphantly. “No accountin’ fer those cheesy names but that’s th’ Hero ovtha Hub!”

Eros stared in wide-eyed amazement. “Incredible. It’s like… like he took the energies of the Intruders we felled and made it his own.”

“Does he have to use his own…” Marcelos coughed, averting his gaze and blushing. “… seed for his weaponry and equipment?”

“It’s likely derived from the inherent sexual nature of my desire which I infused into the Crossex. I wanted to feel the joy of sex. It corrupted my alternate self that was trapped in the cards. When the Mooltyvers Spell was disrupted, that corruption went wild and twisted the Invader. But now, with the Hero possessing the power of the Crossex, he is stabilizing it again!”

Marcelos gave the Wizard a foul stare. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Eros threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “I don’t know why he’s using his own cum to make his weapons! Poetic justice, maybe? I’m still trying to figure this out!”

BANG! BANG!

Theodore’s bullets sped the two and slammed into a charging Glandiator. “Save the theorizing for later,” barked the knight. “We still have a match to win!”

Now with the empowered Hero, the remaining Glandiators fell rapidly even with the numerical advantage on their side. Up on the imperial dais, the Conqueror of the Arena did something he ever rarely did… Scowl. The Conqueror’s grip tightened on his golden cup, the thick white liquid swimming within sloshing loudly. He rose from his enormous throne and turned on his heel.

The Conqueror would not be so easily conquered.

When the last Glandiator fell and the last beams of Crossex energy had entered Cody, the party reconvened. Most were staring up at Cody. Knox was the only one eying the Hero’s enhanced endowment.

“Are you still… you, Hero?” Marcelos asked tentatively.

“I am, Your Highness,” rumbled Cody, even though his voice was much deeper. “I don’t know what happened but…” He lifted the spear in his hand, the rubber cock at the end wiggling with the motion. “I think we have a fighting chance now.”

“Our host dinna seem to pleased with yer little turnabout,” agreed Knox. “I suspect that he’ll ‘ave somethin’ a little more… challengin’ fer our next match. But he did say we would have a day ta rest between matches so I say we take this opportunity to learn exactly what happened to our beloved Hero befer more surprises are sprung upon us, aye?”

Cody nodded in agreement. “Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Lead the way.”

The rest of the party turned towards the exit which had now been unbarred and started to leave the Arena. Cody, being the biggest at the moment, brought up the rear. But he was hanging back for another reason.

Because now that all the fighting was done, he could finally hear the voice clearer.

‘You and I need to talk, boy.’