Corset Davenports heaving breast were sweaty, also.. she had a bit of a fever. and uh.. Oh she was saying stuff in her sleep that only scary witchy or demon sucking people say.

Armistace Coldbody strained to stifle his sneeze as he crept past the ladies chamber. His allergies to evil and ancient stuff and magic and curses and demons and stupid people and hexes and ghosts and losers were going off the rails.

He reached into his wet trousers and produced ten tablets of anti whatever medicine and boofed em rite proper he did.

"The amulet of King Sahme Pian Dan Gfier is located ten paces past the hot chick." whispered the statue Coldbody had interrogated ten hot Wednesday's ago. hard.

"blast you you darned nasal orgasms!" he shouted whilst raising all his fist towards the sky where some god presumably sat waiting to listen to complaints. cuz that's totally what a god would do.

locating a door marked with the blood of wayward types (as one could tell from the aroma), carvings almost racist how they seemed Asian but like somebody was trying to make it look different and sci Fi.

sniffing around the corners and hinges, letting his inhale become a beacon
exhale a taste of the threat.

Coldbody stepped three gallons to the left and placed a damp palm on the nape of the bottom of a slumbering hound.

a beep sounded followed by a heavily wet gust of anal pressure released from both the dog and someone standing in the shadows. then the wall whirred, hissed and creaked. revealing a staircase in ill care. leading down to a nother place that was dark and probably had spiderwebs all over the place. which sucks.

The decent was creaky.

Corset stirred from the lusty noise the house made when it was penetrated or just feeling randy and speaking of which her bodyguard was a ten foot tall 1 British tonne weighing mofo monikered Randy who had 50 sharp teeth but never smiled. peep this bruv.

Randy was well. other than that he was born in a well, well then the next thing that happens was he was raised in a cell.. but lo he learned to fight and to bite too and he can smell all their new cells. the innocent ones

placing his extra salty mocha cappuccino down on a two thousand year old troglodyte bone carved end table he about faced his mistress and made haste from the boudoir.. down.

Thundering clops broke Coldbody from his thoughts.

"no time to think about big booty freaks, I must retrieve the thing.."

the crashing of the innocent wall made a sound similar to your mom's, and then randy was near and full of gusto.

"uh.. I don't like you not respecting our boundaries just because we are evil and monsters. let's be honest. you broke into our home. you're actively stealing.. stealing our thing. and now you're irresponsibly waving around that cool looking ten foot long golden saber-" moaned Randy before his words

and life
were cut off by a swift uptick of the temp and game known as sharp vs throat.

Coldbody scooped up all the blood into his pockets and made his buxom way towards the chamber of the lady from before.

then sex stuff happened.

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