Sense of the skin

A sweet potato pie with a golden crust and magnificent aroma that promised heavenly flavor to die for, she thought sadly, I could have been busy enjoying that but instead I'm here, probably going to die.

A blonde haired beauty, wearing Deadpool squad uniform sighed heavily as she looked around the empty passageway. Her body was slim with a noticable muscle tone from daily exercise and her eyes roamed around incase of danger.

"Hey Jully, did you find anything?" A male voice sounded on her thigh and she grabbed the walkie talkie strapped to her leg.

"Adam!?" She screeched but in a quiet voice," Are you crazy? Communication is only for emergencies idiot."

" I know but I just missed listening to that sexy voice." The voice said and Jully found herself blushing but she wouldn't be distracted.

" Hang up now, you'll play with my ass later." She said softly.

" Oh, promise?" Adam asked but before she could respond a third voice interrupted them.

" If two don't get off the line, I'm going to shoot you myself." A middle aged female voice spoke and Jully swallowed.

" Sorry, Captain." She whispered and put the walkie talkie back on her thigh.

Jully was part of a special unit created by the citadel, very recently. Called Diabolos, they consisted of multiple teams, chosen by Deadpool HQ for one purpose.

A sweep.

After the sky went crazy and screaming faces appeared in the heavens, the citadel had to find out the cause of the phenomenon. Blaming it on astronomical events would have been good but things were happening. Strange things, happening inside and outside the safezone.

Because of that, the Diabolos unit was created and Jully had been chosen as one of them. But if the twenty four year old woman could be honest, she would rather have been at home, in the warm embrace of her lover, getting drunk and eating delicious sweet potato pie.

Not that she hated her job,no , she would happily lay her life for the...ah, shit. She shook her head as she turned the corner, that was another lie. She freaking hated this job and had never wanted it. But refusing it was out of the question, her parents would never forgive her.

Being raised to be exceptional by exceptional people with high expectations was painful. Jully had spent years dedicating herself to projects, plans and the whims of her parents. The only personal decision she had ever made was choosing Adam Hulk as her boyfriend, something her parents pointedly disapproved of.

Their relationship had tumbled ever since and she'd tried fixing it any which way she thought possible and finally, she found one. To become a squad fighter, a hero made her parents puff up with pride. They didn't even care that Adam was part of her team, at least not too much.

The first two years were manageable and although she had close calls, Jully got into the swing of being a squad fighter. Zombies would rue the day they came into her line of sight... but it didn't mean she liked her job. It was tedious, dangerous and she just wanted to make love with her man!

What was so wrong with that!? She thought as she reached another passage end and leaned by the window. Her arms rested on the sil as she lowered her head with a bitter sigh. Her team had been out thrice this week and it was getting to her.

The stench of bodies, blood in her hair, a piece of organ that somehow got behind her ear. The safezone was not like the horror world that she saw everytime she went out from those walls. It was bright, beautiful and she could... could...

The hair on Jully's neck stood on end as she felt danger. And it was not the danger of death like a knife aimed at your heart, no this was different. It was like sleeping and waking up with a cobra staring at you dead in the eyes. It was death awaiting to strike.

Something was watching her.

Slowly raising her head, Jully looked out of the window and when she saw what was out there, her heart skipped a beat. Goosebumps erupted across her skin like an instant bacterial infection and she felt herself start to shake.

Slowly, her hand moved to the walkie talkie strapped to her thigh and she took it. Her eyes still facing the window, she spoke.

"Adam?"

"Baby, you heard Captain say we can't talk." The male voice said in a whisper but Jully did not care as long he heard her next words.

"Tell my parents...I love you and I fucking hate them."

Those were the last words Jully said as she dropped the walkie talkie and at the same time the window imploded into the passageway. A mighty force shattered the glass frame, the sil and a large part of the wall. Dust and debris scattered like the corpses of ants and moths.

When it all settled, Jully was gone.

.........

"...and that's how I became a transcended godddes of fertility with wits, luck and some bribing." Veranda said smugly.

"Umm, I was just asking you if it's my turn?" Lesley said with a raised brow and Veranda shrugged her shoulders. It was good he knew anyway, it would give him motivation!

"Is it not my turn?" Mel asked Veranda and the girl looked at the chart on the table, she'd gotten very absorbed in her monologue.

Lesley, Mel and Veranda sat around a medium sized, low and wooden table in a room bult of metal bars and steel beams. Although it might not seem much, compared to Lesley's room it was a single room fortress. A large floral couch was behind Veranda and behind Lesley was the doorway. On the table was a game, one with a map, a deck of cards, figurines and other stuff. It was the game ; Sex, Magic and Mayhem that Veranda had spoken of. Lesley had been dragged into the room by Veranda to play in the morning and now it was afternoon.

The girl wouldn't let them leave.

Mel sat facing Lesley, who only looked at Veranda and gave him as much attention as a chair. Veranda sat cross-legged with her back to the sofa, facing a blank metal beam wall. She was their game master, in charge of the storyline, character development and ruler of the sacred mystical world that they were venturing.

"Nope, it's Lesley's turn. Definitely." Veranda said after a moment of checking where their avatars were. She raised the die to Lesley who took them and shook them thrice, even though he would have been happy shaking once but their little tyrant wouldn't allow it.

"A twelve, quickly move to the Prism of passionate possibilities!" Veranda said with a vibrant smile, one that made Lesley shake his head for the tenth time.

The game, like it's name, was about magic, mayhem and sex. Not classification of gender but fornication and that made Lesley question who made it and how a thirteen year old got it. The actions that players did in this game were humiliating, embarrassing and could make a pervert dance for joy.

Lesley did not like it. Especially his avatar.

Whilst Veranda was Mira, the goddess of fertility and bedrooms. Mel was Guren, the Incubus King and he was...The lecherous Lich. Mira sent passionate dreams and feelings in men's hearts, Guren tasted the pleasures of all races that came in sight and he... collected souls for his undead harem.

What kind of character was that? He sighed as he moved his avatar figurine to the Prism of passionate possibilities on the board. Veranda reached to a special deck for when a character entered the Prism of passionate possibilities and drew a card.

"Oh no, it's a curse!" Veranda said with dramatic flare, the girl took this game to a serious level. You'd actually believe Lesley was cursed the way she said it.

"What curse? Can I not break it with a magic condom like last time? I still have six left." Lesley said nonchalantly, he'd been playing long enough for such a sentence to be normal.

"No, you can't. The curse is from The Sexual Supreme!" Veranda gasped as she looked at the curse card in her hand like it was a magical artifact.

"Okay, how do I break it?" Lesley said looking at the cards in his hands. He had a Wand of ejaculation, two drops of orgasmic mist and a scepter of orgy royalty, ignoring the magic ejaculation cards next to him. Although when he first got cards like these he'd frowned in disbelief, now they were as plain as Ace of clubs. He'd grown number to it.

"It's the curse...," Veranda paused for dramatic effect," Of agonizing abstinence! The horror!"

"The cure, if you please." Lesley said flatly, the pazazz was not working on him.

"Ugh, fine. I'm getting there." Veranda said with a pout, Lesley always lessened the dramatic effects,"Only one thing can save you. You must travel to the abyss and beg a Demonic sovereign to help you."

"How? Do I get a transportation sex toy?"

"In normal cases, you'd have to travel half way across the world and find a sensual witch and seduce her, to get her soul, and make it orgasm, then open a doorway into the abyss."

Lesley nodded his head with a calm gaze, this was not even the second most outrageous thing in this game. It wasn't even top ten! He'd heard worse. Like swallowing a siren's tongue after two fortnights of passionate kisses or harvesting male genitalia in the Horny dwarves mine. He'd heard it all, nothing could stun him anymore.

" But, you don't have to. We already have a demonic sovereign with us. The Incubus King, a royal demon." Veranda said pointing to Mel, who had been quiet this whole time.

"Okay, so I ask for help, he waves his hand and I'm cured?" Lesley asked but Veranda gave him a look like he was crazy.

"No, you must beseech him, grovel and submit to him, before finally drinking the chaotic milk from his immortal cock!!" Veranda drew a plastic dildo from beneath the table, waving it with emphasis and Lesley was stunned.

He was wrong on two accounts; the game could still shock him and the game master was more crazier than the game.