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There was no hearing the end of it from Sophie and Fiona. The feeling eased and I felt like I stumbled into a new area. My eyes widened and I looked at the horror before me. It wasn’t like the ball of darkness that I had. This was its own monster. Tendrils lashed out at nothing while others curled up around itself. I was looking at a kraken. An inky, poisonous, mass of evil that was consuming the entire space.

A new sound rolled through the swamp—a deep, guttural croak. The water churned violently.And from the darkness emerged yet another nightmare. A colossal, twisted frog-like creature, its mouth stretching wider than the plantation’s front gate. Rows of jagged teeth lined its maw, and glowing pustules pulsed across its slimy skin. Adonis spat black ichor from his mouth and rolled his shoulders.“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Lucien cracked his neck. “Round three?”

"Well, hearing from those tabloids. Yes." "I can't blame you." He smirked. "Here," he pointed in the safest dry nitche of the cavern. "This place is safe from spiders and slugs and some—" "Spiders?" "Yes." "Oh, god… slugs too?" "Yes." "Ew! I hate slugs." Sophie then crept herself a little nearer to Sage's as they sat together, almost touching each other. Yet he was ignoring her, lost in his thoughts. Sage smells like a flower vase. Lilac? Roses?

He could see two circular shapes, each with elongated blobs attached to them, little protrusion's sticking out of each elongated blob with a few dark, shadowy patches surrounding all the lumps he saw. Sebestian scratched his head, not really sure what he was looking at, it looked like some odd ten-legged alien to him but he was sure it would be beautiful when it came out, just like it’s dad. He looked away from the screen to look at his mate, seeing the confused look on his face as he tilted his head to the left and right, obviously trying to work out what was what too. His magic had fallen away, revealing the lightest grey he had ever seen in them. His head snapped around to Dell face when

“There's nothing here, Corpseboy.” “Well of course there's isn't! I wasted last weekend erecting barriers around your property that would give Asmodeus an aneurysm. All that damnable work. And you still wouldn't rub my feet.” He leaned against the counter. “I assumed it was just your garden variety home spirit. Hobgoblins, domovois- they're as common as drops of rain. Mortals are usually oblivious to them, but Damien's clover tincture gives you the Second Sight.” He poured himself a cup of rose hip tea that I'd set to simmer on the counter.

Hard. The ground beneath me was muddy sludge, and the damp smell of slime and swamp filled my senses. Thick twisty roots served as metal bars in the dunk little dungeon and the light was minimal. "You get used to the smell after a while." A little voice whispered from the corner. I squinted into the shadows, "who's there?" A small creature with big saucer eyes, leathery knobby skin, and long perked up fluffy white bunny ears sprouting straight out its head stepped into the light.

“Mr. Lyons, the autopsy report is ready.” A colleague’s voice rang in my ears. I jerked my head up and froze at the sight of several familiar faces. “Dr. Jaffe, how many pages did you write this time?” Someone mocked me with his tone dripped with contempt. I sprang to my feet with widened eyes. When I looked at the familiar autopsy room, it hit me that I had been reborn on the very day my boyfriend’s childhood friend claimed to be a ‘corpse whisperer.’

It could likely nourish living creatures, even mutate them, like the tiger he had encountered under Pax Jaric's home. As Frank flung the centipede on the ground and crushed it under his foot, he and Sylvie heard a strange, repetitive crack. Then, as Sylvie gaped, the corpse suddenly stood up. Its flesh was peeling off—a sight that was more disgusting than frightening. Sylvie was used to seeing corpses, but this was still a first. In fact, she would have turned and vomited if she was not a professional. That was when Frank put his hand gently on the corpse's brow. "Be good now. Stay dead."

"Sean, that sleazy narcissist, doesn't even compare to you. Chad, believe in yourself! "Mind you, I'm a paid member. I command you to hurry up!" Hunger surged through me as I scanned their lewd comments. My succubus instincts stirred. "Chad, here's a secret." I licked my lips. "I'm not fully human. I'm a succubus. "That means that no matter what you do to me, however rough, I won't get hurt. It'll only excite me. "If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…"

ARC 24: SWEET LITTLE CUM BUNNY Warning: Extreme objectification, quad-amputee body modification, , free-use, breeding, gang use, every hole wrecked, heavy degradation, cum inflation, doll transformation, and no-limits dehumanizing filth. You are the naive sweet girl turned helpless limbless Cum Bunny. Only keep reading if you want to feel used like a cute little fucktoy. --- You’ve always been such a sweet, naive girl.