Dead and Horny 3
Copyright© 2026 by Annabelle Hawthorne
Chapter 4: Rigged
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Rigged - 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
An icy breeze ruffled Ingrid’s hair as she stepped outside of the cabin door. She found herself wincing as the cold bit through her jacket, and she crouched down then moved to the side to allow Tasia to follow her. It was almost pitch black, the sole illumination belonging to the sodium lights that each ship had trained on the oil platform they were escorting. A swell hit the ship, causing it to raise up just as Lily stepped out onto the deck.
“Ack,” was all she managed to say as she fell backward into Dana and they both disappeared back into the cabin. Ingrid and Tasia held onto the railing as the ship lurched, then rose up dangerously close to capsizing.
“Isn’t the captain supposed to be steering this fucking thing?” Tasia whispered, clutching onto a nearby cable. She made a face and promptly slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh gods,” she muttered through her fingers.
“Please don’t tell me you are getting seasick,” Ingrid hissed.
“I shouldn’t,” Tasia replied. “But these seas are—”
The bow dipped and a wave of cold water splashed over both of them. Even Ingrid’s stomach lurched, and she was wearing an enchanted bracelet that was supposed to cancel out any motion sickness.
“What in Poseidon’s shaft is going on out here?” Lily demanded as she hauled herself back through the door. The succubus was wearing a bright red bikini. “This isn’t the cruise I signed up for!”
“Shhh!” Ingrid swatted her hand in Lily’s direction. “Be quiet or someone will hear you!”
“Not here they won’t.” Lily stepped onto the deck and promptly slipped. When the ship dipped again, she slid about twelve feet before her tail grabbed onto a piece of rigging. “I don’t sense anyone but us.”
“What do you mean?” asked Ingrid. Her stomach lurched again and she had to close her eyes and take several deep breaths. “This ship should have a crew of thirty.”
“It should,” said Dana. The blonde didn’t seem to be having any issues with how the ship swayed beneath her feet. She sniffed the air a few times. “I don’t smell anyone on board either.”
“Of course you don’t.” Ingrid managed to stand and walk toward Dana. “If I’m going to rely on anyone’s nose, it will be my partner’s.”
Tasia inhaled deeply through her nose, and her face briefly twisted and stretched into the shape of a wolf’s muzzle. “She’s right. I don’t smell anything but salt and metal.”
“That doesn’t make sense. If everyone was dead, the place would smell like blood.”
“Unless there aren’t any bodies.” Lily used a combination of her hands and tail to pull herself along the rail toward a ladder. “I’m going to have a word with the captain. This tour was only supposed to be three hours long!”
Ingrid frowned. There had been very little intel regarding the vessels being used to escort the oil rig. Eulalie had been able to pull up some dossiers on the ships, which allowed her to instruct her magical rats on which room would be best for a portal. Telemetry had been the next issue, pinpointing where in the world they were currently cruising. Apparently certain weather buoys sent in some absolutely wild data about rogue waves that had triggered potential tsunami warnings that never came to pass. Satellite imagery over the area had been blacked out, and now, twelve hours later, here they were.
“Can you at least change into something less conspicuous?” Tasia asked. “In case the other ships still have people on them.”
“Mom, you never let me wear anything sexy to the ocean,” Lily complained as her bikini turned black.
“That’s not what I—” Tasia rolled her eyes. “Fine. Whatever.” She went pale and promptly leaned over the rail to barf.
“Fucking hell,” muttered Ingrid as she moved away from the werewolf. They had been here less than five minutes and this op was already a disaster. Dana seemed to be the only one not made sick by the movement of the ship. Well, and Jenny. The doll was tucked safely inside a small pack that Dana wore on her back. The blonde had dressed in a black special ops suit that clung to her like a second skin, and looked like she had stepped straight out of a spy movie or an X-Rated flick.
Ingrid was wearing a dark suit that had protective magical properties, but it definitely didn’t look nearly as cool. Tasia was in dark leggings and a tank top in case she had to transform. Aurora, for whatever reason, had put a black dress on Jenny before they all left.
Ingrid shivered at the thought of Jenny. At least the doll was being quiet.
As if on cue, Ingrid heard a giggle inside of her head, followed by singing.
The itsy, bitsy captain, he tried to sail his ship
The waves, how they fought him, yet it still remained afloat
But when the shadows came, they gobbled up his men
Now the itsy, bitsy captain, he burns in hell again.
Jenny cackled and Ingrid closed her eyes. Another wave washed over them. Her earpiece hissed to life and Lily’s voice came through. It was distorted, as if the connection was weak.
“You all need to get up to the bridge,” she said. “Right fucking now.”
“Does that doll already know something we don’t?” grumbled Ingrid as they moved toward the ladder.
“If she does, we can’t make her tell us,” said Dana. “Trying to understand her is an exercise in futility.” She waited at the base of the ladder for Ingrid and Tasia to go up first, which allowed her to slap the werewolf on the butt.
“And how are you not motion sick,” Ingrid demanded when she got to the top and looked back down.
“I only ate hair pie for breakfast,” Dana replied as she scaled the ladder. When Ingrid looked at Tasia, the werewolf was blushing.
“She’s not wrong,” she muttered, then coughed into her hand and moved along the railing to get to the bridge door.
Their vessel was a repurposed fishing ship capable of doing mid-sea supply runs, and they found Lily standing near the helm with a pair of binoculars in her hand. She was looking at the oil platform.
What’s wrong?” asked Ingrid.
“See for yourself.” Lily handed over the binoculars. “All of the tow ships are adrift right now.”
“But why?” Ingrid held the binoculars up to her eyes and squinted. With so much motion, it was hard to see the oil platform. When she tried to do a quick scan of the ships, she realized why the sea was so turbulent. A vortex had formed around the platform, and it was easily twenty feet lower in the water than the ships. The water wasn’t swirling about and there was no current. It was like a crater had formed on the ocean’s surface.
“Something happened out here.” Tasia sniffed the air again. “I don’t smell blood, but do catch traces of panic and alarm.”
“A new fragrance from Calvin Klein,” whispered Lily in a seductive voice.
Tasia walked around the wheelhouse and sniffed the air. “Yeah, this place reeks of terror and pee. Whatever happened wasn’t very fun for those involved.” She stepped over to the helm and started punching buttons. “This thing still has power. It’s just getting tossed around. We can steer it right to the platform if we want.” She looked at the others. “Um, who knows how to pilot a ship?”
Lily immediately hopped into the captain’s chair, now dressed as a pirate. There was even a stuffed parrot on her shoulder.
“Avast, me bitches! We set sail for treasures untold and dangers unknown!” the demon declared as she hit a few switches and grabbed the wheel. “Prepare to get your booty plundered!”
“Raawp! Plunder the booty!” the bird declared as the ship’s stabilizers kicked in.
“She just casually knows how to pilot a ship?” asked Ingrid.
“I’ve eaten a LOT of seamen,” Lily replied. “It really sticks with you.”
Tasia excused herself to step outside and barf over the railing.
Ingrid sighed and took the first officer’s seat. She stared for a bit before looking up at the spotlight on their ship. The beam remained trained on the platform. After looking at all the ships, she realized that their beams had a laser focus on the platform, despite the fact that they were likely unmanned.
“What controls the spotlights?” Ingrid stood with a frown. “To keep them pointed like that?”
“Nothing, I assume.” Dana moved to where Ingrid was and looked outside. “Huh. They’re all trained on the platform. Hold on, I’ll climb up and take a look.”
Tasia stepped back in just as Dana walked out, and nearly a minute later, the beam of the spotlight wiggled back and forth, never quite moving away from the platform. They were much closer now, each ship just a dark shadow that circled the platform like a tiny planet. When Dana came back inside, she looked at the others with a frown.
“Is it automated?” asked Ingrid.
The blonde shook her head. “Negative. The beam of light is holding it in place.”
Lily actually looked over at her. “Do you want to run that one by us again? I think I heard it wrong.”
“There’s nothing locking the light in place,” said Dana. “It spins freely, but the beam won’t stop pointing at the oil rig. There was a hand crank up there to turn it, so I tried to point the light away from the rig.” She tossed something metallic onto the console. “The crank finally snapped off.”
Tasia and Lily exchanged a look that Ingrid didn’t like. She picked up the handle and looked outside.
“You’re saying the beam of light is somehow holding it in place?”
“Yeah. I don’t like it either,” said Dana.
It wants to be watched, whispered Jenny. To be seen and appreciated.
“You can feel it?” asked Ingrid.
Can’t you?
“I hate this,” Ingrid muttered as the ship got near the platform. She tapped her earpiece a few times. “Eulalie, you hear anything?” There was nothing but static, followed by a screeching sound. “Shit,” she muttered. “I think we might be on our own.”
“That portal might still be open downstairs,” said Lily. “If you’re getting cold feet, you can bounce and let the big kids handle it.”
Ingrid didn’t dignify that with a response. She refused to let the succubus get the better of her. Ever since the disaster in the stacks, her confidence had been shaken and it was like Lily could smell it coming off of her. There was little to be done about it. Sometimes, missions went poorly. But the idea that it had done so in front of Lily was just icing on the cake.
Tasia picked idly at the black bracelet on her wrist as the ship drew near. Lily let out a “Yo ho ho!” and threw a lever on the ship which caused the engine to idle down.
“We need to strap up and strap on,” the succubus declared as she stood. “Who remembers their bondage knots?”
“Rawrp! The safe word is chuckle bunny!” shouted her parrot. Lily patted the bird on the head and tried to feed it a cracker. The saltine fell onto the ground and got crushed under a boot before it disappeared.
“Don’t we need someone to keep an eye on the ship?” Ingrid looked nervously outside. “This is kind of our only exit strategy.”
“That’s ... actually not a bad idea, no matter how much shit I want to give you for it.” Lily looked outside. “But if there’s nobody out here, who is going to take our ship?”
“This whole place feels wrong.” Tasia was staring at the oil platform now. She thought she saw people standing on it for a moment, but briefly lost sight of them when the ship dipped. They were gone once it level out again. “The waves aren’t nearly as bad anymore, but my stomach is still lurching.”
Ingrid frowned and rubbed at her own belly. For whatever reason, her anxiety was spiking, and it felt like she might be sick at any moment. Was this because of the thing hiding inside of the oil rig? The mission today was to properly locate the thing, then use a rat portal to potentially lure it to an isolated location that was already primed for spatial destruction.
“We can always swim to one of the other ships and make our escape that way,” said Dana. “Or Lily can fly there and bring a ship back. We’ve got plenty of options. Splitting up is what got us in trouble back in Switzerland.”
“Splitting up made sense there,” countered Ingrid.
“I’m not saying that was a bad decision,” Dana replied. “Merely stating a fact. We’re stronger together for now.”
Easy for you to say, Ingrid thought. Dana got along with everyone else. Ingrid felt distant from the others, and her own partner was too enthralled with the blonde to remember that she was supposed to be Ingrid’s other half. The feelings of isolation churned in her guts alongside a sense of dread.
They tied up on some sort of utility dock, which consisted of
thick metal posts and a rickety flight of stairs. The floating platform obscured the night sky, which helped to spike Ingrid’s anxiety even further. The sound of groaning metal had her wincing as water slapped against the supports.
“I didn’t know these things could float like this,” said Tasia as she scaled the ladder. “Always just assumed that they were built on site.”
“Some are too far out to sea,” Dana replied. “Makes more sense to assemble them in a shipyard and tow them out.”
“What, are you an expert on oil rigs now?” joked Ingrid.
“I watched two documentaries on them last night,” Dana replied. “Along with Armageddon, starring Bruce Willis.”
“That was my fault,” said Tasia. “We were ... snuggling.”
“You didn’t want to close your eyes, am I right?” asked Lily. “Didn’t want to fall asleep, either.”
Tasia rolled her eyes.
Ingrid sighed inwardly. This was clearly an inside joke that she didn’t understand. At least Dana wasn’t giggling over it. In fact, Ingrid couldn’t remember Dana laughing at anything. The woman had a permanent case of resting bitch face.
They were almost to the top of the stairs when Ingrid stopped and pulled out a modified set of night vision goggles. When the others turned to look at her, they remembered their own and got them out. The headset itself was modified to function in regular lighting conditions and was acting primarily as a filter. Since it operated using a camera with a pair of internal screens, they wouldn’t lose their shit just seeing a piece of the creature. The headset would fry out long before their brains would.
“Earpieces,” Ingrid reminded them, turning on the noise cancelling function. The Order had extensively researched eldritch entities, and knew that it was best to isolate the senses as much as possible to avoid madness. “Can you all hear me?” she asked, touching the button to talk.
“Roger,” Tasia replied. Lily and Dana both gave Ingrid a thumbs up, then moved to a scaffolding with ladders. The team climbed to the top, which now had them on the main deck of the oil platform. Since it was at the bottom of the mysterious crater in the water, it wasn’t moving very much.
They did a quick visual sweep, then headed for the watertight door. That was where they found their first casualty. The rotting remains of a crewman protruded from the metal as if he had been shoved through it. Ingrid paused to inspect the corpse.
“Holy shit,” Lily muttered. “Are you seeing this?” She poked the dead man’s stomach. “He’s fused with the metal.”
“It’s like with my old motorcycle,” Dana replied. “This guy was essentially teleported and became one with the structure.” She looked through the doorway and then came back out. “The rest of him is in here.”
“When he rots, will he leave a hole in the metal?” asked Lily.
“He is the metal.” Ingrid knocked on the wall. “The rest of him may fall away, but this slice of metal is now a steel-human alloy, the molecules forced into a stable configuration. The Order did a ton of research on this effect in the hopes of developing new tech that would be light years ahead of what is scientifically possible right now.”
“Did they test on people?” asked Lily.
Ingrid shook her head. “Never on purpose, to my knowledge. Any sort of experiment involving the human mind itself is unreliable at best, and that’s without the interference of an elder god. They did try something with cows in the late eighties, thinking it would be okay, but then they lost one and it turned into a major outbreak.”
“Wait. Are you saying the Order is responsible for Mad Cow Disease?” Dana leaned against the wall and folded her arms. “I thought that was an illness caused by prions.”
“What do you think misfolded those proteins to begin with?” Ingrid jerked her thumb at the corpse. “This is the shit we see on a larger scale. People don’t go mad because they saw something scary. Looking at crap from outside of time and space has a way of affecting your body on a molecular level. Your brain is little more than a computer made of week-old pudding. Stir it up just a little and you become functionally useless. That’s why we go through all these precautions with the headset and the earpieces.” She pointed at the door. “If that thing was active, we wouldn’t even be here. The few times something like that makes it to our world, they start to starve. Whatever their natural food is doesn’t exist that we know of.”
“They hunt the gods,” said Lily. “These things eat divinity and anything that establishes the natural order. That’s why all of the gods are in hiding. Or dead, honestly.”
“That’s one theory,” said Ingrid.
“It’s not a theory,” Dana replied. “But we can talk about how we know that later.”
“But only if you’re a really good girl,” added Lily. “I might even take you out for ice cream, too!”
“Fuck off,” Ingrid grunted, then looked at Tasia. “Do you have anything to add?”
“No,” Tasia grunted. “Too busy trying not to puke. It feels like everything is moving.”
The group exchanged glances. “Maybe you should wait out here,” suggested Ingrid.
“No, I can do this.” Tasia gave Dana a look. “I’m just really sensitive to, well, everything is all. My equilibrium is out of whack. I feel like we’re out in those waves again, but I can tell that the ground is stable. I hate it.”
Now that Tasia mentioned it, Ingrid felt it, too. If she closed her eyes, it was almost like she’d had too much to drink and the world was spinning around her. “How do you two feel?”
Lily shrugged. “I can tune it out.”
“And I don’t feel a thing.” Dana looked through the doorway. “Shall we?”
Nobody asked how I felt.
“Because nobody cares,” Dana replied.
Ingrid’s butthole clenched at her response, but she relaxed when Jenny actually laughed. She was never going to figure out that fucking doll.
As they all moved inside of the oil platform’s main building, another wave of dread washed over Ingrid. It was the unreasonable fear that something was wrong, and every instinct in her body screamed that she needed to get out right away.
“I don’t care much for whatever is causing that,” said Tasia through the earpiece. “Feel like somebody just stepped over my grave. Heads up, we have more casualties in the next room.”
It looked to be either a meeting room, or perhaps a mess hall. The walls looked bent inward at first, but when Ingrid turned on her flashlight for a better look, it was to reveal humanoid shapes that had partially emerged from the walls. Unlike the corpse outside, these ones were entirely metal as if they had become one with the structure.
“I don’t care much for the decor,” muttered Lily. She paused to knock on the skull of one of them. “Figures. Hollow as—”
The figure screamed and twisted around to reach for the succubus. She stepped back, and the team all watched in horror as the figures writhed in agony before going still once again.
“Fuck me, that’s bad.” Lily’s tail darted forward and bounced off the metal. “There is nothing organic about these guys. How can they even move?”
“All things are possible when you throw out the laws of nature,” Dana replied. Ingrid noticed that she had already drawn one of the Order’s swords and held it casually in its dagger form.
Cheap jump-scare antics, added Jenny. Amateurs.
“Like you could do that,” Lily scoffed.
Maybe. I haven’t tried yet.
“Is she going to be okay in here?” Ingrid asked. “This feels like we’re adding gasoline to a fire.”
If I had an asshole, I’d make you eat it. Jenny giggled. And then we’d switch places and I’d eat my own ass with your body.
“Settle down, Chucky.” Lily patted Dana’s bag condescendingly. “We’re trying to be friendly with this one.”
Why, though? She’s the weak link, and we all know it.
“If I call her a cunt, will she turn me inside out?” asked Ingrid.
Lily and Dana exchanged a look, and the succubus shrugged. “Won’t know until you try it,” she said.
“I hate this mission,” Ingrid muttered and continued forward.
Every now and then, the metallic figures in the wall would spasm and twitch, or even emit a static-filled scream. This caused the electronics to malfunction, which slowed the group down.
Eventually, Lily took off her goggles and handed them to Ingrid. “I’ll be fine if I get whammied,” she explained. “Why don’t the two of you stick back for a bit. Dog-girl looks like she’s gonna barf again.”
Poor Tasia had gone white as a sheet. Ingrid knew it was bad when she didn’t even bother arguing with the succubus. They were all on edge now, though Dana acted like it was no big deal. In fact, she looked more curious than anything else.
“You don’t want the goggles?” Ingrid asked.
“I’d rather you have them as a backup.” Lily winked. “Since you’re the weakest link here.”
Ingrid flipped Lily off and found somewhere to sit nearby. Tasia did the same, then leaned forward and stuck her head between her knees. The succubus left, squeezing herself through a door that was stuck halfway open.
“I’ve never felt this sick in my life,” the werewolf muttered. “It’s like the gravity in this place is broken.”
“It probably is,” said Ingrid. “There’s a reason why everyone wants this thing so badly. In fact, I’m a little surprised that we’re the only ones trying to steal it.”
“Everyone else doesn’t have a Eulalie,” Dana replied.
“But they do have witches and whatever who can try to find it with magic,” Ingrid replied. “Which I realize doesn’t sound that impressive anymore. With the amount of bad juju around this place, I’m willing to bet good money that there’s at least one dead witch somewhere with blood pouring out her eyes because she was dumb enough to look.”
“Do you know that one you guys keep in the Berkeley Pit?” asked Dana. “Lily tried to enter its dreams. Took her a few days before she was lucid again.”
“Seriously?” Ingrid frowned. “And we’re fine with her just wandering off?”
“She does what she wants, but always means well.” Dana pulled something out of her pocket and tossed it in her mouth. “But I wouldn’t bring it up to her face.”
“Why? Afraid she’ll make fun of you?”
“No. She’ll probably take it out on everyone for a few days. Did you know there are actually psychiatry books written about her?”
Ingrid chuckled. “You’re lying.”
“Am not. Why do you think Sigmund Freud was so obsessed with dream theory and his own mother?” Dana shook her head. “She had a bunch of jobs in Europe and the people using her didn’t phrase their assassination requests correctly. Freud’s dreams attracted her, so she used to take tiny vacations inside of his brain. He eventually caught on and started writing his book.”
“So the father of psychology was inspired by Lily?” Ingrid was appalled.
“Sure sounds that way. Wait until you find out about half the Disney movies you’ve ever watched.” Dana grinned, but Ingrid could tell it was forced. After a moment, the blonde chewed on something, like a piece of gum.
“What are you eating?” asked Ingrid. “Scratch that. How can you eat right now?”
“What can I say?” Dana replied. “I eat my feelings.”
The trio sat in silence for a bit. Eventually, the silence was broken by Lily through their headsets. She was singing Stand by Me softly to herself.
“Hey, your mic is on,” Ingrid said. She frowned when the succubus ignored her. “Only use the comms if it’s for something important.”
When the succubus kept singing, Dana touched her own earpiece. “You’re beautiful, they should have cast you in Wicked. Now shut the fuck up.” After a few more moments, Dana spoke again. “Hey, Tasia, let’s sneak off so you can tongue my asshole.”
“What are you doing?” Ingrid growled.
“Something’s wrong.” Dana looked at the door through which Lily left. “She can be annoying, but there’s no way she’d let me say something like that without adding her two cents.”
“You know, I always felt like the cast of this movie was underpaid,” said Lily. “Did you know that it was based on a short story by the master himself?”
“Who is she talking to?” asked Tasia.
“Yeah, it was called The Body. Doesn’t quite capture the vibe of the whole story, does it? Coming of age tale where the corpse is only featured in the last few minutes. They would have had a hell of a time picking the right song for that title.”
There was a faint buzzing sound in Ingrid’s earpiece, almost like it was picking up interference.
“My favorite part is the very end where we find out what happens to all the characters,” Lily continued. “Not a lot of stories do that, anymore.”
“The actors ended up like their characters,” said a man’s voice. It was garbled and distorted at first, but Ingrid recognized it in the end. “The movie was kind of prophetic like that,” he continued.
“Is that Mike?” she asked, staring at Dana.
“It is, but why? Is she losing it and talking to herself?” Dana stood and went to the door Lily had gone through. “I’m gonna chase her down.”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to split up,” said Tasia.
“Then come with me.” Dana tried to squeeze through the partially shut door, then stood back and gave it a kick. The metal door screeched against its hinges and Dana took a step into the room and froze.
“What’s wrong?” asked Ingrid, pulling out her wand as she stood at Dana’s reaction.
“This is a closet.” Dana turned to look at the others. “Lily isn’t here.”
After a few rooms with nothing interesting in them, Lily found herself standing outside of a bulkhead door with the wheel snapped off. She stared at the door with a frown, then knelt down to inspect it.
“There shouldn’t be water on the other side, right?” She tapped the door with a fingernail, which created a pinging sound. “If it’s shut, that means something flooded, right?”
“Not necessarily. I can think of a few reasons why someone would close it.” Mike, or rather the piece of his soul that resided in her, knelt down to inspect it. “However, I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is now water on the other side of this door.”
“Oh really?” She smirked at him. “Is that part of your nymphly powerset? Water detection?”
“Nope. I got my water detection merit badge when I was twelve. Yep, been feeling water through bulkhead doors since I was a kid.” He leaned against the wall and flexed for her. “Does that impress you?”
“Keep dreaming, Romeo.” Lily smiled and grabbed onto the nut that held the door in place. Her arm melted and reformed itself into a wrench that fit it. “I am a bit concerned about the fact that something ripped this wheel off, though. And that we haven’t seen the wheel anywhere.” If her memory of the platform layout served her correctly, this door led to a holding tank where the entity was most likely to reside. “I can’t imagine those poor bastards out here sheared the handle off in their panic.”
Unlikely,” said Mike. “But did you notice that the number of bodies we saw outnumbers the skeleton crew recorded for this vessel? Which means someone else came here.”
“Like who?”
Mike shrugged. “Maybe the crews from the surrounding ships.”
Lily pursed her lips. “But why, though? That doesn’t make much sense.” She stood to the side and grunted as she tried to undo the bulkhead seal. “This would be far easier with the actual wheel,” she muttered.
“You could always grab it with your tail and do the helicopter dick.” Mike swiveled his hips as if trying to spin his cock in a circle. Lily laughed and did just that. The two of them giggled like idiots for almost a minute until the door came loose and opened.
“Now I’m impressed,” she said as she pushed the door open to reveal a long, water-free hallway with smeared handprints all along the walls. She paused to inspect the one closest to her, then dragged her finger through the inky substance and tasted it.
“Kinky,” said Mike.
“It’s crude oil.” Lily pulled a flashlight off her hip and clicked it on to reveal a long hallway with its walls covered in oily handprints. “What the actual fuck?”
“Yeah, that is weird.” Mike crouched down near a corner. “Hey, check this out.” He moved aside and pointed at the top half of a boot. Lily picked it up and realized the material had been cut through cleanly, as if with the world’s sharpest razor.
“Maybe our eldritch friend hates sensible footwear?”
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