Dead and Horny 3
Copyright© 2026 by Annabelle Hawthorne
Chapter 11: Monster Manual
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Monster Manual - When Dana was killed and resurrected by a necromancer, she didn't know what to expect. She didn't expect to be handed a list of magical items that might cure her if she can find them. She definitely didn't expect the house succubus to come along to service her dangerous needs. And she definitely didn't expect to go head to head with an international organization dedicated to keeping magic out of human hands. One's dead, the other's horny. Expect the Unexpected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Horror Humor Mystery Time Travel Paranormal Magic non-anthro Vampires Were animal Demons Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
The group ran toward the elevator, but didn’t make it very far before they were intercepted by a small mob of red goblin-like figures. Dana punted one like a football, sending its broken body into the nearest building, then drew her swords and killed three more.
They only vaguely resembled Tink, and were clearly a nasty looking variant. The air filled with shrieks and bloody mist as the two groups engaged in brief combat. Dana and Lily took the bulk of them with Tasia, now in full werewolf form, protecting Ingrid from harm. The mage was in poor shape. Dana felt a little bad about how messed up Ingrid was, especially because her trip was wasted. The others could have escaped this place on their own.
Well, then again, Ingrid had spotted that blasted painting they were after. Dana was actually relieved that the outsider was trapped inside of it. That would make the damned thing far easier to transfer and dispose of. Eulalie supposedly had a location all primed to be swiss-cheesed by the rats, but they hadn’t quite figured out the best way to lure the creature there.
Dana beheaded one of the goblins as it tried to bite down on LIly’s tail. A glob of blood hit her in the face. It smelled like barbecue sauce.
Dana paused to lick the blade of her sword and shuddered. The taste was, frankly, quite exquisite. She snatched up the nearest goblin and bit down on its neck, spraying blood everywhere. The remaining goblins were undeterred by this macabre scene, and continued attacking until every single one of them lay dead on the ground.
Dana had a quick bite while the others mused over the corpses.
“Why did they attack us like that?” Ingrid asked from the safety of Tasia’s arms. “I figured they’d try and get free.”
Lily sniffed the air and scowled. Wading amongst the dead, she put her hand on one of the goblins, who let out a squeal, but didn’t move.
“This one is just paralyzed,” Lily said, then gave the creature a poke. It snapped its teeth at her, blood bubbling from its lips. “Hold on a second. That can’t be right.” Lily knelt and sniffed the creature, then crouch-walked amongst the others, sniffing the air.
“Is this super important?” Tasia asked.
“Yes,” Lily replied, then looked at Dana. “You’re gonna get a tummy ache.”
Dana shrugged, and shoved as much goblin down her throat as she could before stabbing it through the head.
“No souls,” Lily said.
“Do these things even have souls?” Ingrid asked.
“Everything that lives has some version of one. Maybe it’s a sentient thing, or maybe just the hint of an idea. Mages might refer to it as lifeforce at its basic level.” Lily gave one of the corpses a kick. “These things? Nothing.”
“Roll that one over,” Ingrid said, pointing at one of the goblins. Tasia obliged, tenderly shifting the dead creature with her foot. “They’re identical.”
“What now?” Dana moved next to the corpse and studied it. A cursory glance revealed that the goblins weren’t all identical. However, almost all of them had at least one double.
“It’s like they came from a template,” she said, wiping blood off her chin. “These three look the same, but they’re male. Those two females are copies of each other.”
“Soulless copies?” Lily lifted her head and scowled. “We’ve got company.”
Dana turned to see a tiger prowling toward them. The creature roared and leapt, only to be skewered by Lily’s tail in mid-air. It fell dead and stared up at Dana as the light in its eyes went out. She saw a human intelligence there, then looked up at Lily.
“Did that one have a soul?” she asked.
Lily sniffed. “Nope. Certainly doesn’t fit the theme.”
“It was a weretiger from India,” Ingrid said. “It has five claws, like a human hand.”
The discussion was interrupted by the howling of wolves. The group ran for the elevator, pausing only occasionally to fight their way through a random assortment of creatures or change directions to avoid the melees that had erupted throughout the storage facility. A pair of skunk apes were spotted fighting each other over the corpse of a rather grisly looking lizard, and a small dragon was stomping its way through buildings, its tongue tasting the air.
Based on what Dana could see, these creatures were keen on freeing each other from captivity, then indulging in killing sprees. If these beings were all soulless copies, did that explain their behavior? Why not run for escape like they were?
The group paused to wait as an alligator-thing dragged a golem down the next corridor, then made a run for the elevator. As they got close to the elevator doors, a pair of golems moved to intercept the group. Dana threw herself forward, kicking one golem so hard that it shot toward the elevator doors and crashed against them.
The doors unfolded to reveal the biggest spider Dana had ever seen. It snatched the golem in its jaws and withdrew into the elevator, using its legs to push the now broken doors back into place.
Dana beheaded the remaining golem and stared at the doors. “What are the odds that Shelob in there will let us go because we’re friends with Eulalie?”
The elevator doors thumped and chunks of golem were thrown back into the lobby. The large spider emerged from the elevator shaft, its mandibles clicking hungrily.
Dana and Lily ran toward it together. The massive arachnid was fast, but Dana was faster. A quick swipe of her swords took off three legs, and Lily finished the job by spearing the creature through its brain. They shoved its corpse to the side and pulled open the elevator door to reveal that the car was now missing. Looking up the shaft, they saw that leaving this way would mean carrying the others.
“I could take Ingrid,” Lily said. “You could get your girlfriend.”
“It would still take awhile,” Dana replied. “This can’t be the only way out. It’s an elevator up to a lab, and not even a particularly big one. What if the power goes out?” Logically, this made sense. They were also deep in someone’s underground lair, so the rules didn’t always apply.
Lily shrugged. “Hey, I’m all for looking for another way out. Which way should we go from here?”
Tasia took a deep whiff, her eyes going wide. She backed away from the elevator, growling with her whole chest.
“Yeah, I don’t like—” Lily went flying across the room, a dark figure perched on her back. Dana caught the scent just a fraction of a second later and threw herself to the side as a similar figure tried to tackle her.
Lily shrank down to the size of a child and popped free, rocketing up into the sky. The alabaster figure leapt in the air and grabbed the succubus by the tail, then slammed her back into the ground.
Dana’s eyes went wide as she turned back toward the door. Another figure dropped into view, all eight legs unfolding as the naked Arachne stepped through the elevator door.
“They killed our pet,” she said, her unblinking eyes going to the corpse of the massive spider.
“This one is fast,” said the Arachne nearest Dana.
“This one was not.” The third Arachne snapped Lily’s neck and the succubus went limp. Dana knew the demon was faking, but wasn’t about to spoil her surprise.
All three Arachne were identical in appearance and vaguely similar to Eulalie. Their black abdomens were marked with red spots. The one holding Lily started folding her into a web.
“We can discuss our prey after we catch them,” the first one said. Dana cast a glance in Tasia’s direction. The werewolf was growling and had set Ingrid on the ground.
“Any chance you’ve got a fire wand?” Dana asked the mage.
Ingrid didn’t even have a chance to reply as the nearest Arachne leapt. Tasia moved to intercept, but the Arachne slid past her defenses and slammed her into the ground. She opened her mouth to bite the werewolf, but dropped Tasia and jumped into the air as Dana’s blades hissed through the space she had been standing.
“Take Ingrid and go,” Dana said. “I’ve got these guys.”
“You can’t take all three by yourself,” Ingrid coughed. She gave her coat a poke. “Hey, are you gonna weigh in anytime soon?”
Dana saw Lily’s tail twitch from her partial cocoon. “I’m not alone,” she said, her eyes shifting between the two Arachne closing in. “And I’m the only one fast enough to block their—”
There was a blur of motion, followed by several metallic clangs as Dana whirled her swords. She couldn’t track the Arachne visually, but she could execute a series of movements that maximized her range. The impacts on her sword were occasionally awarded with blue blood on the floor, and the Arachne disengaged.
“This one is dangerous,” one said.
“This one isn’t prey,” the other replied. “She is already dead.”
The third Arachne leaned over Lily to finish her cocoon just as the succubus burst into flame. The Arachne screamed and tried to move away, but her own cocoon now stuck to her like napalm.
“GO!” Dana yelled, raising her blades and throwing herself forward. Power flowed through her limbs as she brought the swords down so hard that they rang out upon contact with the Arachne.
The woman hissed and briefly glanced at the pair of legs now lying on the floor. Her hand darted forward twice, leaving two fist-sized holes in Dana’s chest.
“You missed,” Dana said, then thrust forward with her blades. One glanced off the black shell that formed on the Arachne’s skin while the other slid into her stomach and emerged from the other side.
The Arachne grabbed onto Dana’s wrist and held her in place while raining blows down on the zombie. The first one broke Dana’s collar bone while the next cracked her skull. Her thoughts went all wobbly for a moment, but her sword training had her on auto pilot. The twin blades flashed three times, pushing her attacker back without harming them.
Dana shook her head as her brain tried to restore its original configuration. The second Arachne was now busy trying to save the third, but could only stand by helplessly as Lily’s fiery form expanded. An Arachne’s primary weakness was fire, which burned the fine hairs all across their body that allowed them to have their supernatural reflexes.
In response, the second Arachne’s pores had opened wide, expanding into a hard, chitinous armor that allowed her some protection. She took a few wild stabs at Lily, who sneered openly and stabbed back with her tail.
“Piss off, Charlotte!” Lily hugged the burning Arachne as they tumbled around on the ground. Dana’s mind processed all of this in the same moment that a fist punched a hole in her gut.
The Arachne yanked Dana in and sank her teeth into the zombie’s neck. Venom flooded Dana’s system, making her limbs go numb. However, biting a zombie had quite the downside, as the Arachne was now gagging and retching, holding her throat as dark veins formed all along her skin.
Dana stumbled forward, the swords falling out of her hands as her nervous system rebelled. She felt her heartbeat slow and the world around her came into focus. The second Arachne, realizing its sibling wasn’t saveable, was turning toward Dana to finish the fight.
Time slowed as Dana’s mind ramped up. The Arachne was crouching now, the armor on its fingertips having transformed into claws that would tear her apart. The zombie’s eyes flitted down to where the swords had fallen. If she could just move her body, it would be simple enough to retrieve the nearest blade.
The Arachne was airborne now, her face a mask of anger in mid-leap. Dana stared hard at her limp arm, an anger of her own forming deep in her gut. Just recently, she had been able to move that hand while it wasn’t attached. Her nervous system controlled her body, it was true, but it had become auxiliary to something else that defied the natural order.
Dana snarled, which came out as a stereotypical zombie moan instead. Focusing on the mechanics of how her body worked, she demanded various muscles flex, all across her body. For a brief moment, it felt like her consciousness expanded, allowing her loopy steps to turn into a crouch. Her arm and hand worked together, extending fingers toward the hilt of the blade.
Without feeling anything below her neck, Dana snatched up her blade and swung it upwards. It caught halfway through the Arachne’s bulbous abdomen, and both of them fell down as they collided.
The Arachne cried out in pain, then climbed to all eights as it tried to wrestle the blade out of its belly. Dana flopped over like a contortionist and crab-walked backwards to grab the other sword. As if controlling someone else’s body, she raised her blade and realized she hadn’t picked up her sword at all.
It was one of the severed legs. Dana had misjudged the distance to them in her current state, and she was actually another three feet away. Sensing an opportunity, she raised the leg to her mouth and bit down, her mouth flooding with the sweet, delicious taste of a buttery crab legs.
“Mmph,” she groaned, using the exoskeleton like a straw to suck out the marrow. The other leg was nearby, and she picked that up just as the Arachne yanked the sword free of its stomach and hissed at her.
Sensation was beginning to return to Dana’s body, and she managed to scoot over to where her other sword was. Lacking the coordination to stand, she held the blade in one hand while using the other to hold the other leg to her mouth and inhale its contents.
The standoff was momentarily abated when the Arachne with dark lines down its body let out a scream and fell on her back, her body twitching out of control. Both Dana and her attacker watched as the poisoned Arachne spewed webbing in all directions as she wailed in agony.
It occurred to Dana in the moment that a zombified-Arachne was actually an incredibly bad thing to unleash on the world. Unable to properly fight for herself, she called out to Lily.
“I could use your help over here!” she shouted.
There was a scream, followed by a flaming projectile thrown at the armored Arachne. It took the brunt of the attack, then threw the sword at Lily as the demon dropped down from above. Her wings had become flames, and she punched the Arachne so hard in the face that a large portion of its shell burst.
“Not that one, Silksong! The other one!” Dana pointed at the Arachne writhing on the ground.
“Don’t steal my lines,” was all Lily said as she leapt onto the dying Arachne and attacked. The creature shrieked and bolted, leaving one of its legs behind in Lily’s smoldering hands.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Dana muttered as she took a few lurching steps toward the armored Arachne. Its focus was solely on Lily until Dana was close enough to attack, at which point its torn visage turned toward her.
The Arachne struck, but the protective armor on its arms made it slow enough that Dana caught the attack with her arm. She pinned the hand in place and allowed the Arachne to yank her forward.
“How do you like it?” she yelled, slamming her palm into the Arachne’s nose. Briefly stunned, the Arachne slumped., and Dana wrapped her legs around the creature’s chest and gripped its head with both hands.
With a scream, she twisted and yanked. Something vital snapped in the Arachne’s neck, causing the creature to go completely limp. Panting for air that was useless to her lungs, Dana lay against the newly dead creature, inhaling its scent.
It smelled amazing. Off in the distance, Dana heard the howling of wolves, the roar of something that could have been a dragon, and a voice that could have been Lily’s. None of it mattered, though, for the bouquet of the meal that had just dropped into her lap was all that mattered.
Dana stuffed her face, eagerly consuming what she could of both the human and the arachnid portion. Shame and maybe a bit of guilt was something she would deal with later.
During her meal, the Arachne’s limbs started to reanimate. A single sword thrust through the head solved that issue. Grinning like a child that had found a cookie jar, Dana ate her fill. Renewed power surged through her body and her senses sharpened like a knife on a whetstone.
Taking a deep breath, Dana licked her lips and gazed up at the darkened ceiling above. With a tentative sniff, she picked up Lily’s scent, as well as Tasia’s. Ingrid’s was far more distant. The woman smelled of peaches, cream, and ash.
However, there were far more interesting smells nearby, scents that she didn’t recognize. Despite eating her fill, that gnawing void deep in Dana’s gut rumbled. IAnd it wasn’t just that these smells made her hungry. Somehow, she also knew that these things were prey. Soulless creatures, which meant all of the calories and none of the guilt.
Something dark uncoiled within Dana, and she turned her attention to a roar in the distance. Was that a dragon she had just heard? What did dragon taste like?
Picking up her swords, Dana let out a primal scream and sprinted into the warehouse to seek out new prey.
Tasia dashed through the warehouse, her heart pounding in her chest as she used her nose to avoid trouble.
In her arms, Ingrid groaned. The werewolf slid to a halt at the edge of one of the underground structures and peered around the corner to see some sort of large dog casually dismembering what was most likely a skunk ape. Tasia racked her brain and finally recognized the creature as a Fu Dog.
“Why did we stop?” Ingrid asked.
The Fu Dog growled and turned toward Tasia. She could sense the creature’s rage, and took a step back around the corner. Sinking into a crouch, Tasia set Ingrid down and threw herself into the Fu Dog just as it turned the corner, its maw covered in blood. They tore at each other, and Tasia was dismayed to discover that the creature was actually made of stone beneath its furry exterior.
This sucks, this sucks, this sucks she thought as the creature smashed her through the nearest wall and into a room full of Christmas ornaments. Many of these shattered on impact, releasing a sparkly mist. Tasia kicked the dog off of her and heard a loud crunch as the beast landed.
Growling, the Fu Dog rose to reveal that it had crushed a short creature wearing a red and green skirt. From the mist came a bunch of short humanoids wielding tinsel and candy canes. They either threw themselves at the Fu Dog or started smashing more ornaments. Realizing it was better to run, Tasia stepped outside to grab Ingrid and run.
Sprinting away from the short structure, she heard the Fu Dog howl as the Christmas elves broke into a chorus of Jingle Bells. She couldn’t help but notice how they all screamed SLEIGH just as the Fu dog howled in agony.
Just how many creatures did this place contain? Tasia fell to all fours, but used one arm to cradle Ingrid like a child as she printed.
“I ... hate ... this!” Ingrid groaned.
Tasia ran this way for several minutes, as both the scents and sounds of various creatures battling behind her faded. Eventually, she found herself in a nest of structures that were intact, and slowed to a halt.
With a sigh, she took stock of their current situation and sniffed at the air. It took her a good minute, but she finally detected a shift in the air. Following the current, she ended up at an exterior wall. Up above was an air vent, which was currently pumping in cool air.
Tasia set Ingrid down and peered into the vent. It seemed plenty large enough for the others to pass through, and she caught just a hint of car exhaust through it. It was very likely that this was providing fresh air for the storage facility.
Tasia grabbed onto the grate and yanked, ripping it free. She set it on the ground and moved to pick up Ingrid, who was now pointing back the way they had come.
Turning, Ingrid saw five figures slowly moving toward them. Walking on all fours and covered in midnight fur was a pack of werewolves.
“Friends of yours?” Ingrid asked with a laugh. Tasia promptly grabbed the mage and stuffed her into the vent. “Hey!”
“GO!” Tasia growled, then placed her back against the wall. She wouldn’t be able to fit through the vent in this form, and neither would the werewolves coming near. If Ingrid could at least crawl through, then maybe she could get out. After that, well ... Tasia didn’t know what might happen.
“Tasia!” Ingrid tried to turn around inside the vent, but it was too small to do so. Clearly frustrated, she crawled forward, swearing loudly as she did so.
Tasia let her gaze sweep over the werewolves, her eyes settling on the one in the lead. They smelled wrong to her, mostly because their scents were the exact same. It wasn’t like they were siblings. They were copies.
Clones. The right word finally came to the front of her mind. The Collector was making soulless clones down here in her basement. But to what end?
Her gaze shifted to each werewolf as they spread out and formed a semi-circle around her. Each one was growling, their eyes locked on her hunched form. The odds certainly weren’t in her favor.
Tasia touched the patch of dark fur on her arms and summoned her family’s blade just as the first werewolf leapt at her. She slipped to the side and brought her sword down with enough force that it clanged off of the bones in the werewolf’s forearm. The creature howled as she barreled into it, her jaws clamping down on his throat.
Her sword swiped up in time to lop the fingers off of her next attacker, and she paused to properly maul the one in her mouth. Twirling like a sadistic ballerina, she launched her victim into the nearest werewolf and then did a standing leap, gripping the hilt of her sword in both claws as she brought it down.
The dark blade hissed with magic and boiling blood as she split this wolf in two. A third wolf tried to surprise her, but she flicked the contents of her blade into this one’s eyes, temporarily blinding it. She managed to take off one of its arms before the rest of the pack surrounded her.
Any sort of grace or strategy was lost in a flurry of claws and teeth as they fought. Blood decorated the wall and floor as Tasia battled the pack. What felt like minutes was likely only a few seconds, and her salvation arrived when a minotaur with a red stripe through its fur barreled into the group and carried off two werewolves.
Scrambling to her feet, Tasia picked up her sword and sprinted away from a second minotaur who attempted to gore her. It ended up smashing into one of the werewolves. The two minotaurs were now engaged with the werewolves, who had turned on them.
Momentarily forgotten, Tasia fought the urge to join the fight and slunk away instead. Moving toward the vent, she threw herself into the gap and grunted as her bones cracked and popped. As she shrank into her human form, she heard Ingrid cry out somewhere up ahead.
“I’m coming!” she shouted, but her words were lost in the sound of gunfire. About halfway into the vent, something grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her free. She smashed into the concrete so hard that the wind was knocked from her body.
Struggling to transform, she felt something stab her in the calf and drag her across the ground. Growling, she rolled over and found herself staring up at a winged amalgamation of things with a snake for a tail. The snake had sunk its fangs into her leg and was yanking her closer to the main body where a goat’s head regarded her from the middle of its back.
Tasia summoned her sword and beheaded the snake just as the goat bleated out a massive ball of fire. She only partially avoided the blast, the air now stinking of burning hair. Gasping for air, she braced herself against the wall and tried to transform back into the wolf.
Luckily, the lion’s head of the chimera was busy ravaging one of the minotaurs. Of the other minotaur and the werewolves, there was no sign. The air was filled with the random shrieks and howls of all sorts of mythical beings. In the distance, a golem could be seen trying to wrestle what looked like a simian with hooks for feet and iron fangs.
Severing the snake’s head did cause the lion to whip around as it let go of the minotaur. The chimera growled and took a step forward as the goat bleated maniacally. Fur had sprouted along Tasia’s skin, but there was definitely a refractory period for transformations this close to each other.
A white figure landed on the chimera’s back and latched onto the goat’s head. It was one of the Arachne, its white skin now criss-crossed with black lines.
“Fuck me!” Lily shouted as she came around the corner, her entire body on fire. Tasia ducked away from the heat of the flames as the succubus collided with the Arachne, knocking it down. “Kill the chimera before it turns!”
“Turns into what?” Tasia demanded as the chimera began to stumble. The goat’s head coughed and sent out a weak jet of flame before abruptly dying. Uncertain what Lily had meant, she pivoted on one heel and stabbed her sword into the chimera’s collar.
The lion snarled and smacked her with a claw that tore open her back. Cursing, Tasia had to dig deep to transform back into the werewolf as blood flowed down her spine. Growling, she slashed open the lion’s face with her claw and then jammed her sword down its throat.
Coughing up fire, the chimera jerked and stumbled, then went limp, the light fading from its eyes. Tasia pulled her sword free and turned toward Lily. The succubus was being dragged across the ground by the Arachne, who was currently on fire.
“Turn around!” Lily shouted, pointing at the chimera.
Tasia looked back and saw that the goat’s head had reanimated and was currently gnawing on the main body. The rest of the body was already twitching, and the lion’s head was twitching as it attempted to stand.
Oh. She understood what was going on now. The Arachne was also a zombie, which explained why it had resorted to punching Lily instead of literally any other strategy. However, what was really unnerving was just how fast the chimera had turned.
Tasia skewered the goat through its brain just as the lion awakened. It let out a raspy growl, as if uncertain how to use its vocal cords, and then Tasia beheaded it. The lion gnashed its teeth, its tongue lolling on the floor as the werewolf stomped on its skull and howled.
“Tasia!” Lily’s voice was desperate. Tasia looked to see that the succubus had been pinned to the ground. The Arachne locked eyes with Tasia and hissed, then launched toward her.
The sword came up, but not fast enough to block. Tasia took the hit and felt her ribs break, then fell backward in time to avoid the set of fangs that tried to latch down on her neck. The Arachne, still burning, spat out a mouthful of fur and tried to bite her again.
A tail wrapped around the Arachne’s neck and yanked her back. The zombie pulled hard enough that Lily was yanked through the air, and then all three of them collided. Tasia put the Arachne in a head lock and twisted, her muscles bulging with effort as something inside of the zombie finally snapped.
The Arachne’s lower half went out of control, as if controlled by a different brain, but the upper half went limp. Both Lily and Tasia held on for dear life as the arachnid portion sprinted at the nearest wall and climbed it in a blind frenzy.
Lily dipped between the Arachne and the wall, then transformed into Sofia, allowing her to shove all of them free. Tasia fell from twenty feet up and had the wind knocked out of her when they landed. Her blade was too far away to be of any help, so she kept yanking until her own joints popped.
With a wet squelch, she pulled off the Arachne’s head. Its body took off in a random direction, stumbling blindly.
“Fuck me, that was harder than it should have been.” Lily was back in her human form, rubbing at her back. She used her tail to pick up Tasia’s blade, then tossed it toward the werewolf.
Tasia dropped the head and stomped on it, then picked up the sword. It turned into a band of dark fur on her forearm. Tasia pointed the way the Arachne had gone and lifted an eyebrow.
“If you’re asking me if we need to go after that, I honestly don’t know.” Lily sighed. “Where’s Ingrid?”
Tasia pointed in the direction of the vent. As she did so, in the stillness of the moment, she realized that she heard two things echoing down those long corridors.
The first was gunfire. The second was screams of terror.
Ingrid grunted as she pulled herself through the air vent using mostly her elbows and feet to shove herself forward. The metallic vent was not a whole lot bigger than she was, and her coat kept catching on random seams in the metal.
It also didn’t help that Jenny was back in her baby carrier, pressed tightly against her chest. Occasionally, she could hear the doll grumbling as Ingrid was forced to place weight on the possessed toy.
“You know, if you weren’t so tired, you could expedite my passage,.”” Ingrid grumbled, sweat pouring down her face. Despite the cool breeze blowing on her, she felt like she was burning up.