Dead and Horny 3
Copyright© 2026 by Annabelle Hawthorne
Chapter 5: A Real Butthole
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: A Real Butthole - 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
Aurora was busy wiping down the kitchen counter when there was a loud thud from upstairs, followed by a string of curses.
“Sounds like Lily is finally awake,” she said to Dana, who sat on a stool at the kitchen counter. The blonde was listening to music and busy drawing on a piece of paper.
“Good,” Dana grunted. “Once Tasia wakes up, we can have a proper debriefing on what exactly happened out there.”
Aurora frowned. It had been almost an entire day since the team had come back from their failed mission in the middle of the ocean. Whatever they had encountered on that floating oil rig had laid them out except for Dana. Jenny had been silent since their return, Ingrid spent almost twelve hours vomiting, and Tasia had seemed fine at first, but had gotten stuck at the bottom of the stairs because she couldn’t remember how to climb them anymore.
As far as Aurora could tell, Dana seemed unaffected. There was something unnerving about the blonde, but she hadn’t put a finger on it yet. Dana had been busy scribbling what that looked like an MC Escher piece. Aurora moved over to review it and realized that it was quite detailed.
“What is that?” she asked.
“A map of the oil rig,” Dana replied. “It makes little sense in two or even three dimensions.”
“This doesn’t look like any of the maps we had during the pre-op briefing,” Aurora replied.
“This is the current map. Or it was, before the place collapsed on itself.” Dana tapped a pair of identical rooms that were on opposite sides of the paper. “This is what I remember from trying to get out of there with Tasia. These two rooms are the same place, but maybe not at the same time.”
“I guess I still don’t understand how this thing had such an effect on the entire oil rig,” said Aurora.
“Here. Let me show you.” Dana reached across the counter and grabbed a small basket with some fruit inside. “What do we have here?”
“A basket.”
“Yes. Or, less specifically, a three-dimensional object.” Dana scooted it around the table until the light wasn’t directly above it and got a clean sheet of paper from the pad she had been using. She slid it under the bowl and got out a pen. “When we cast light on the bowl, we get a shadow, like this.”
Aurora frowned, not entirely sure where this was going. Dana traced the shadow with her pen and then filled it in before slipping the paper free.
“Okay, so if I asked you what this was based on the shadow, can you tell that it’s a bowl of fruit?” asked Dana.
“No,” said Aurora. “I can tell it’s curved, but that’s about it.”
“Good. We’re on the same page.” Dana pointed to the light. “When you shine a light on a three-dimensional object, you get a shadow in only two dimensions. So if we did the same with a four dimensional object, what should we see?”
Aurora scrunched up her brow. “Um ... if the pattern holds, then we would see a three-dimensional object, which doesn’t make a lot of sense.”
“Exactly.” Dana tapped on the bowl. “These ... travelers. That should be a safe enough word, right?”
Aurora nodded. She felt that it was a bit paranoid to avoid talking about outsiders, but had learned long ago that many superstitions were based on rational fears. “Okay, so we know the travelers exist in more than three dimensions. Therefore, we have to assume that we would get a four-dimensional shadow at the very least. Many very smart scientists--”
“We call them fucking nerds,” grumbled Lily from the stairs. “Always going on about space-time, math, logic.”
“How are you feeling?” asked Aurora.
“Like I fell down the stairs and landed ass first on a barbed wire dildo.”
“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” asked Aurora.
“Ha!” Lily paused on the stairs and slid down the railing. When she got to the bottom, she landed and did the splits. “I’m not one to kink shame, but that is not something I currently enjoy.”
“She’s got a point, though. You can’t really use sex metaphors as a metric for measurement.” Dana raised an eyebrow. “And since when do you hate nerds? Mike is a huge nerd.”
“Oh, I don’t hate them. They’re one of the kinkier bunches, though. I have to work way harder to get them off. How does that old saying go? Jocks only think about sports, but all nerds think about is sex.”
“Close enough. May I continue?” Dana gestured at the paper.
“Yeah, yeah.” Lily wandered over. “Let’s hear your hypothesis, Stephen Hawking.”
Dana opened her mouth to speak.
“If you do a robotic voice, I will die laughing,” said Lily.
“Why are we doing robotic voices?” Ingrid stood at the top of the stairs now.
“How are you feeling?” asked Aurora.
“Hungry.” Ingrid came down to join them wearing just a bathrobe. “Finally feel normal again. It’s like I had a full body sinus headache.”
“Temporal distortions will do that. Here. Sit.” Aurora pulled out a chair for Ingrid. “Coffee?”
“Yeah.”
Aurora moved into the kitchen where a pot had already been made. “Please, continue,” she said. “This is interesting.”
“Okay, so--” Dana paused and looked at the stairs. “I half expect Tasia to appear.”
“Doubt it. I can feel her dreaming from down here.” Lily tapped on the counter with a knuckle. “I’ll have a cup of joe myself.”
“You can see her dreams?” asked Aurora.
“It’s nothing that interesting. Car trips, dog parks, the usual.” Lily winked. When nobody laughed, she sighed. “You all need to lighten up.”
“It’s not that,” said Aurora. “It’s a little unnerving that you can see our dreams from this far away.” She poured coffee into a mug and handed it to Lily.
“Okay, Island Life, I’ll level with you. Think of dreams like they’re food. From here, I can smell the aroma, but I can’t see them yet. For example, you’ve been having anxiety dreams.”
Aurora nodded. Ever since seeing the succubus, she’d been having stress dreams about Paradise. She could vividly remember the smell of smoke and hear the buildings crumbling around her.
“Anyway...” Dana waited until everyone was looking back at her. “In conclusion, any being existing in five or more dimensions will cast at least a four-dimensional shadow with time being the fourth dimension. Hence why things were weird even without the traveler present. We had a big fucker with an even bigger shadow. The end.” Dana glared at everyone for a moment and then stood. “Excuse me. I have some things to work on.” The blonde packed up her drawings and left for a different room.
“Is she mad at us?” asked Ingrid.
“Shouldn’t be. Her emotional range is fairly limited.” Lily watched the door where Dana had gone. “Actually, she does seem weirder than normal. I should let Eulalie know.”
“It might be because of what happened on the rig,” said Ingrid. Everyone looked at her, clearly expecting more. Ingrid held up a hand for everyone to wait a moment, then sipped her coffee and sighed. “I’m referring to all the distortion shit that went down. Everyone but Dana was affected in some way.”
“She’s built differently than the rest of us,” said Lily. Aurora felt like the succubus was being deliberately dismissive, but didn’t know how to challenge it.
“Well, we don’t know what happened to you,” said Ingrid. “You were ready with a boat and everything. You really pulled our collective butts out of the fire.”
Lily frowned and set down her cup. “Yeah. It wasn’t pretty.”
“What happened?” asked Aurora.
“Some timey-wimey bullshit.” The succubus leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. “I fell down a hallway--”
“Don’t you mean tunnel?” asked Ingrid.
“No. The hallway I was in got all weird and gravity went all spastic. I tried to fly out of it, but the damned thing kept spinning, so up wasn’t really a direction I could find. After doing that for maybe a day, I finally fell out of an open doorway a few days back. Was the only thing alive on the entire oil rig, had to walk through the place and see some truly bizarre shit.”
“More bizarre than people sticking out of the walls?” asked Ingrid.
“Yeah, those guys weren’t there yet. I got to see what happened to the original crew. Some of them were stuck in the walls, too, but they were still flesh and bone. I saw one guy that had been folded in on himself like a fucking ouroboros.” Lily shuddered. “When I went outside, it was daytime and the water wasn’t rough yet. Waited until it was dark and flew out to the largest escort boat to figure out what was going on. Back then, the boats were all fully staffed and things were okay for a day or so. I was a bit grumpy because I couldn’t do anything and couldn’t let you all know what was coming, so I just masqueraded as an extra crew member.” Lily leaned forward and stared at nothing, a frown creasing her face. “You know how they’re always making movies about this shit where people slowly descend into madness?”
“Like that movie Eulalie mentioned?” asked Ingrid.
Lily snapped her fingers. “Yes! I fucking watched that. The boat I was on had good internet for about a day. It really is a classic.”
“Well?” asked Aurora.
“Almost fucking spot on. If I had any notes for the people who make them, I’d say they aren’t leaning into crazy nearly enough.” Lily rubbed at her temples, as if nursing a headache. “It started with the oil rig making an eerie sound, kind of like those old touch-tone phones. Just one high-pitched note that wouldn’t end. You could hear it from anywhere on the boat, inside or out. I fucking deleted my own ears and could still hear it.”
“Weird,” muttered Ingrid.
“That’s not the half of it, sister. At first, a few guys complained about it, but nothing happened. Then the games began about a day before we arrived for the first time. Weird body horror shit, like a guy who picked off his own face. A few guys killed each other, one of the boats radioed that they had a guy who started cooking his own crewmates in the galley, the usual psycho stuff. There was even a guy who devoted his final hours to trying to fit his body through a hole only a few inches across. Kept shouting about how it was his hole and it was made just for him. Got almost halfway through.”
“That’s not physically possible,” said Ingrid. “He would have died first.”
“Ordinarily, yes. But shit was weird, remember? He should have died, but didn’t. I don’t want to go into too much detail about everything I saw, because it’s batshit insane. Suffice to say that Jenny would have been impressed and inspired.”
Aurora shivered. That last detail alone was enough for her.
“Then, one morning, the tone from the rig changes. Everyone, living or dead, gets up and just fucking jumps into the water and swims right toward the rig. Rats that were on the ship drowned themselves. Pieces of corpses crawled like worms. It was ... fucking awful. I followed the crew out of curiosity at first, but...” Lily paused, then wiped something out of her eye. “I was worried that maybe I wasn’t in control, that I was becoming just like one of them. I stayed outside and watched through the window. Hours went by, and just when I was about to go inside to see more, I heard them scream. That’s when they appeared in the walls, trying to break free like they were drowning. So I hid on one of the other boats and waited for us to arrive so that I could get you all out when the time came. I wanted to scream at you all, my past self included, but got this horribly sick feeling in my stomach when I tried to do it. I don’t get sick, not like a person does. Do you know how often it is that I run up against something that can do that? If I wasn’t a demon, I would have died days ago, or gone completely mad. I was genuinely afraid.” Lily’s voice had grown quiet, and she stared at her coffee cup now.
Aurora stood there for a moment, contemplating the succubus. After exchanging a look with Ingrid, she stepped next to Lily. “Would you ... like a hug?”
“Huh?” The succubus was startled enough that her tail actually appeared, whipping around briefly behind her. Aurora didn’t flinch away, but did keep an eye on the tip of it.
“A hug. You’ve just been through something traumatic, so I figured maybe a hug would help. Human contact and all that.”
Lily stared at Aurora for a long time, as if she were having some sort of inner debate. “I mean, if you’re just looking for a reason to cop a feel, a hug isn’t a bad attempt. Yeah, go for it, Surfboard.”
Though the words were cruel, Aurora stepped through the charade and wrapped her arms around Lily’s shoulder. Her tail went still, and the succubus stiffened in Aurora’s arms. Out of the corner of her eye, Aurora saw Lily set down the mug, her fingers trembling as she dug them into the countertop.
Before Lily could spoil the moment in one of her characteristic outbursts, Aurora spoke. “Thanks for bringing everyone home safely,” she said. “I don’t care about the mission. It’s the people on it who are important to me.”
Ingrid raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Lily finally patted Aurora’s arm awkwardly, her tail disappearing once more.
“Okay, okay,” Lily said. “If you want to make out, at least buy me a drink first.”
“I brought you a coffee,” said Aurora with a grin, hugging the succubus even tighter. “That means you have to put out.”
Ingrid laughed, breaking the tension.
“I ... uh...” Lily cleared her throat. “That only counts if you put enough cream in it.”
“Ah, shit. I knew I forgot something.” Aurora stepped back and shook her head. “Guess I’ll make sure to put a heavy load in the next one.”
“I like this side of you.” Lily saluted her with the mug. “Boss bitch, indeed.”
Aurora grinned.
“Out of curiosity, how much of it were you able to record on your goggles?” asked Ingrid. “Archival footage involving these things is exceedingly rare. Eulalie has to upload each one to a different computer, just in case it corrupts the hard drive past the point of no return.”
“They can do that?” asked Aurora.
“Yeah.” Ingrid shook her head. “It’s all distorted and warped. Kind of like trying to watch porn on cable without paying for it. Or the computer catches on fire. Even with one in captivity and being closely monitored, it can’t be any sort of direct line. But since none of us actually saw the thing, the footage is more likely to be okay.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “Don’t you worry, I documented plenty. Had to pick and choose my battles, though, those things only hold up to twelve hours.”
“Eight,” Ingrid corrected.
“Well, then I guess you’re gonna get the Succubus Cut.” A director’s hat appeared on Lily’s head. “I had days of footage to choose from and went with mostly shower scenes.”
Aurora snorted. “I’m sure you—”
There was a thump, followed by someone ringing the doorbell. Everybody looked at each other in surprise.
“If someone ordered food, I won’t be upset,” said Lily.
“None of us ordered anything,” said Ingrid as she slid off her stool and tightened the belt on her robe. “Opsec requires that we avoid doing foolish stuff like that.” The mage stuck a hand in the pocket of her robe and pulled out a wand.
“Are you sure? I heard your werewolf really enjoys eating out.” Lily smirked.
“It must be exhausting being the center of attention,” muttered Ingrid as she moved toward the front of the building. She stopped when Dana walked into the room, holding a package in her hand.
“What do you have there?” asked Aurora.
“A parcel of some sort.” Dana held it up to show that it was wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with a string.
“Who’s it for?” asked Lily.
Dana flipped the package over to reveal that a name had been written in thick Sharpie on the bottom. “Somebody named Dia.”
“Dia?” Aurora frowned. “Maybe that’s a neighbor, or maybe the person who takes care of the place?”
Dana looked at the package again. “Maybe. Okay, that’s weird. Her full name is Dia Bolus, which is Latin for—”
The package exploded.
Ingrid had just barely gotten her wand up in time, the magic summoning a barrier that bent away from the blast in a bowl shape before her. Lily had flared her wings and wrapped herself tightly around Aurora as flames roared through the kitchen, scorching the tile and wood.
The heat was intense, causing some of Ingrid’s nose hairs to scorch. The air stank of sulfur, and Ingrid watched in awe as the flames reversed course to where Dana had been standing and then stacked themselves on top of each other to form an obese figure with red skin and horns.
“Demon!” Ingrid moved away from the monster, her robe billowing behind her as she sprinted for the nearest emergency kit. The demon tilted his head from one side to the other, the bones audibly cracking. Ingrid found the kit strapped underneath the counter and yanked it free, pulling out a vial of holy water, a cross, and another wand.
“Sorry about your friend,” said the demon, his voice surprisingly soft. He sounded far more like a child than the monstrosity that had emerged from the package. The creature knelt down and picked up a severed arm and sniffed it. “Ugh. This won’t taste very good.”
“What are you doing here?” Lily pushed Aurora toward the nearest doorway, then turned to face the demon.
“Hmm?” The demon had been about to chomp down on Dana’s severed digits, despite his earlier statement. “Oh. Right. I was sent here to kill everyone in exchange for my freedom. However, you’re going to be a problem, ‘cause I can’t actually kill you.” He used Dana’s arm to point at Lily. “I suppose if I devour you, you’ll be trapped inside my belly, so that will probably fulfill my contract.”
Ingrid raised the cross with one hand, the other holding the holy water and her wand.
“Don’t be rude,” said the demon, and his tail whipped across the room and slapped the cross out of her hand. “That’s like farting in someone’s face during dinner.”
“The cross doesn’t work?” Ingrid backed away, looking to Lily for support.
“Consider it a bug in the system,” Lily muttered. “When people say they believe and then act like shitheels the rest of the week, the symbolism loses quite a bit of impact.”
Ingrid uncorked the holy water and splashed some on the demon. The creature sighed as massive blisters formed all along its skin.
“Now that’s unpleasant,” it said, tossing Dana’s arm on the ground.
“Upper level demon,” Lily replied. “Looks like this one is a fan of gluttony.”
“You’re one to talk, you thirsty bitch.” Despite its huge size, the demon shot across the room and snatched Lily up in a massive hand. The succubus shrank to the size of a child and slipped free, then tackled Ingrid out of the way when a pointed tail speared the area she had been standing.
Ingrid tried to scramble to her feet, but the demon ripped the countertop off and threw it. Lily shoved Ingrid to the floor just as the countertop smashed into her from behind, driving her across the room. The smell of smoke filled the air, and Ingrid looked down to see that the demon was leaving fiery footsteps behind which was causing the floor to smolder.
“I hate fast food.” The demon walked toward Ingrid, his hands clenching and unclenching. “You’d better be worth the trouble.”
Ingrid scooted backward and pressed herself against the wall. When the demon tried to grab her again, she extended her wand forward to summon the shield once more. It fizzled as it snapped into place, slicing off the demon’s hand at the wrist.
“Troublesome snack,” muttered the demon as his hand turned to smoke and floated back to his wrist. Lily leapt onto his back and threw an arm around his neck, grunting as she squeezed. “That doesn’t work on our kind, harlot.”
“I’m ... just ... the distraction,” she grunted.
“To distract me from—” The demon’s head snapped sideways as Tasia’s fist smashed into it. She had transformed completely into a werewolf, her fur singed in places. The demon stumbled across the room, leaving more flames behind as he tumbled head first into a wall.
“Ingrid!” Aurora came running into the room with a different emergency case, which she tossed to the mage. Ingrid snatched it out of the air, popping it open before it could hit the ground. Smirking, she armed herself with the contents, then held up a piece of chalk and looked around for somewhere with enough room to draw.
“They never mentioned a werewolf,” the demon muttered casually as he yanked his horns free of the wall, showering the floor in broken wood and plaster. He grabbed a chunk of wall and stuck it in his mouth. “Tastes like limestone.”
Tasia growled, her hand going to a dark patch of fur on her wrist. She drew her magical blade, which reflected the light of the fire around them.
“A werewolf with a sword?” The demon chuckled. “That’s amusing. I wonder what you taste like?” He braced himself for her assault, only to get struck in the eyes with a vial of holy water. Blinded, he fell backward and grunted as Tasia’s blade cleaved him in half from shoulder to hip. Letting out a gasp of air, he turned into smoke and vanished.
“Dana?” called Aurora, walking past where the demon had been. Lily threw herself at Aurora, tackling her out of the way as the demon reappeared, his hand snatching at the air where Aurora had been. His claws tore across Lily’s back, causing her to crash into the ground.
“Darn,” muttered the demon. He had a bloody gash where Tasia had bifurcated him. “I didn’t expect to have to work this hard.”
“Greater demon,” Ingrid shouted so that the others could hear. “We need to banish him.”
“If we threaten him with a treadmill, maybe he’ll leave,” growled Lily. She rolled over and kicked the demon in the gut. The demon responded by stomping on Lily so hard that the floor beneath her gave out and she popped through the gap. He toppled forward, his foot now stuck in the hole he had just created.
“Ah, biscuits,” muttered the demon as he tried to wiggle his way free.
“This works!” Ingrid moved around the demon, drawing a circle on the floor. Tasia leapt on the demon from behind and punched him in the face. Growling, the demon slammed Tasia into the ground and attempted to gore her with his horns.
Tasia howled, her hands tightening around the horns and holding them in place. The demon punched her, causing the floor to give out and they fell through together.
“Damn!” Ingrid drew her wand and looked down on them from above. In the basement, Lily pulled Tasia free of the demon just as it tried to bite her head. She couldn’t get a clear shot without hurting somebody. Behind her, she heard the rustling of fabric as Aurora came near.
“Aurora, I need your help drawing a banishment circle.” She turned to look back at the native Hawaiian. “We can put—”
The air left her lungs as she realized she was staring at what was left of Dana. The blonde’s arm was gone and most of her ribcage was exposed. Part of her face was missing all the flesh, making her look very much like an angry, undead Terminator. Dana tilted her head to one side to get a better look at the fight down below.
“Dana?” Ingrid whispered, taking a step back.
Dana threw herself into the hole, her blade flipping open moments before she forced it through the demon’s neck. The Glutton gurgled and tried to whip around, but Dana was now actively mauling him. Tasia and Lily were taking turns stabbing at the demon’s legs, causing it to stumble back and forth, which spilled more fire onto the concrete.
“What are you waiting for?” Lily looked up through the hole. “Set the trap and make sure you catch the ugly one!”
Sweating profusely, Ingrid ran to the stairs where she met up with Aurora, who had another emergency kit. Ingrid went first, leaping down the stairs and landing in a crouch. She started drawing the banishing circle, and Aurora joined in.
“This would be easier with some string to form a radius,” muttered Aurora. Ingrid snatched the belt off of her robe and handed it over. “Thanks.”
Flames were climbing up the pillars now, filling the building with smoke. Any minute, somebody was going to call the fire department, or whatever the equivalent was in this country.
“Ah!” The demon was now clutching at his face. Dana shoved something in her mouth and growled, the skin on her face growing back at an accelerated rate. “My eyes!”
“How will you watch what you eat now, you fat fuck?” Lily grabbed the demon’s arm and pinned it back just as Tasia slashed his gut open. Smoke and liquid poured out, covering the floor in a foul-smelling mess.
“I might be sick,” muttered Aurora, covering her mouth.
“Not on my circle, you won’t!” Ingrid hastily scrawled the Enochian runes, each symbol lighting up briefly when it was completed. She began the incantation under her breath, infusing the drawing with divine energy. Pressure built behind her eyes as she powered the runes with the strength of her very own soul.
Lily, Tasia, and what was left of Dana continued to ravage the demon. The fire in the basement started to spread, and Aurora was coughing hard. She remained by Ingrid’s side, watching the fight while Ingrid focused on the runes.
“It’s ready!” she shouted, moving to the side. “Lead him over here! Make sure his entire body is inside the circle!”
Tasia leapt up and sank her talons into a wooden beam, kicking out at the demon with her feet. The creature grunted as it stumbled over, carved up by all three women. Lily dropped to the ground and wrapped her tail around its feet, causing it to trip and fall into the banishment circle. Dana continued to claw at the thing, all while gnawing on the flesh of its back. They fell into the circle together, causing the runes to light up.
“Dana, get out!” Ingrid started to reach in, but thought better about it. Tasia leapt through the circle and ripped Dana off the demon’s back, carrying her away. When the demon stood, Ingrid grinned and slapped the palm of her hand on the ground.
A curtain of light appeared, encasing the demon. He snarled at them, his features twisting into an angry howl.
“No!” he screamed, then started gouging the floor with his talons. “I was finally free!”
“Yeah, well, you’re free to go to Hell,” said Aurora as the runes burned so brightly that Ingrid had to close her eyes. The gluttony demon raged as his body was pierced by the light, and then he was gone.
However, the air was now heavy with smoke. Aurora coughed and helped lead Ingrid up the stairs. Tasia was next, with Dana slung over one shoulder. The blonde was growling like a feral animal, slashing at the air with her free hand.
“Take her out the back door,” said Lily. “I’ll grab her arm and her sword. She dropped it somewhere.”
“What’s wrong with her?” asked Ingrid.
“Long story we can talk about later. Don’t let her scratch you.” Lily picked up the discarded Order blade and hissed as it burned her palm. “Now go, get out!”
“What about Jenny?” shouted Aurora from the stairs.
“I’ve got her, too.” Lily leapt up through the hole in the ceiling. Ingrid made it to the top of the stairs where the smoke was the thickest. Closing her eyes, she and Aurora made their way to the back door of the building. When they opened it, the cool, fresh air had her inhaling deeply.
It also made her realize that her robe was open. Shifting the fabric to cover herself, she let Aurora lead her away. Tasia and Dana were right behind them, the werewolf still in her animal form.
Lily emerged less than a minute later with Dana’s severed arm and Jenny tucked under one arm. She was holding a phone to her ear.
“Do you have a backup portal?” she asked, her eyes scanning the roof. Ingrid looked up, half expecting to see someone in wait. It only now occurred to her that the demon had been sent, which meant somebody had known they were there.
“Should we wait for emergency services?” asked Aurora.
Tasia, still in her werewolf form, shook her head. Ingrid sighed and watched their place burn.
“There’s a good chance our continued presence here would pose a danger to the locals,” said Ingrid. “Nobody should have known we were here. Whoever tried to kill us probably has a backup plan.”
“Fuck.” Aurora moved to take Jenny from Lily, holding the doll close against her chest. “Where are we going?”
Lily pulled the phone away from her ear. “About two blocks over,” she said. “Eulalie always rents a place nearby and puts in a portal for emergencies. That’s why she’s the one who runs the show for us.”
“She seems very capable.” Aurora moved to the back of the small yard and opened a gate to the alleyway. People were looking out their windows at the burning house, but a couple were now staring down at Tasia, who was still a werewolf.
“Um...” Aurora fell in step behind Lily. “Shouldn’t Tasia go back to being a human?”
“Only if you want to carry Dana for her,” said Lily. “Which you can’t.”
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