Dead and Horny Ch. 22

"This is what he doesn't want us to see," she said, then touched it. The world made a wet, ripping sound as the memory shifted. They were in a room bereft of decoration with a large, four poster bed. Deacon and his wife were in the bed, their clothes scattered on the floor.

"I'll be gentle," he promised her as he kissed her forehead and then her cheeks. "We'll take our time, okay?"

His wife nodded nervously, then gasped when Deacon arched his hips. Lily walked to the nearest window and looked outside.

"Same beach," she commented.

"And their first time," Mike added. "Or hers, anyway. But they've got wedding rings on."

"Honeymoon, perhaps." Lily knelt down next to the bed. What was she missing here? This memory was special to Deacon, but what was the value in hiding it away? Surely it wasn't because Legion foresaw someone like her seeking it out.

"Something's off." Mike walked along the perimeter of the room, then stopped next to the night stand. He opened up the drawer and pulled out a green book. "Hey, the Gideons were here," he noted.

Lily ignored him. She was busy watching Deacon's face. His wife was so caught up in new sensations and feelings that her eyes were closed, blind to what transpired on Deacon's face. It wasn't just lust, but elation and victory. Something much bigger was happening here.

Out in the real world, someone was banging on the door. Frustrated, Lily ran her hands along Deacon's legs and pulled on the Dreamscape, moving his soul into the memory. Osgrove fought her at first, but settled once he became lost in the sensation of fucking his wife.

"I half expected that to fail," said Mike.

Lily nodded. She was in a hurry, and absolutely hated fast food. Whatever was going on in Deacon's mind, she could always digest it later. Deacon's wife curled her legs around her husband's waist and gave out a cry of delight.

"I'm still waiting for the twist." Mike walked to the closet and looked inside. "What makes this memory so special to him?"

Deacon's face turned bright red and he held his breath. In the real world, Lily was grinding on his lap, hoping to speed things along a bit with some dry humping. The furniture blocking the door shifted as the door opened about an inch.

"C'mon, you fucker," she muttered.

Osgrove's face lit up in victory as he blew his load, both in his wife and in his pants. Lily jumped free of the Dreamscape and forced Deacon's eyes open, all barriers removed. She placed her lips against his and pulled his soul out so hard that she felt the edges of it rip.

"Gah!" he proclaimed, the color draining from his face. Though his body lived, he was officially gone. Not wanting to leave a perfectly good vessel for Legion behind, Lily spun the man's head backward. When he slumped forward in the chair, he was staring at the ceiling with his mouth agape.

"One last look at daddy," she muttered, then slid free of him as the door behind her burst apart.

"No!" Legion in the form of two elderly women charged into the room. One of them knelt at Deacon's side while the other tackled Lily against the wall. Surprised at how strong this vessel was, Lily fought back with jagged claws.

"I don't remember you being this strong," she said as Legion put her in a chokehold.

"You killed him," cried the Legion by Deacon. The one holding Lily smashed her into the floor so hard that the room shuddered and pictures fell off the wall.

"You seem upset," Lily wheezed, then let out a burp. "In case you were wondering, he was delicious."

She was lifted off the ground and held in place. The free Legion started scratching something into the floor.

"Let him go," Legion demanded. "Or I'll send you back to Hell."

"Like I care," Lily replied. "What's ten minutes in a little hellfire?"

"You don't understand. I'll break the bond with your master and send you straight to him." The wood peeled up under Legion's nails.

Lily felt butterflies in her stomach. Could Legion actually do that? "You're bluffing," she said.

"Am I?" Legion regarded her with glowing eyes. "Because in twenty seconds, you'll find out for sure. He'll demand a tithe, you know. Pull those souls right out of you."

"Like...that...will help you..." she was being strangled so hard her jaw no longer moved.

"I'll make a trade. I have something he wants." Legion scratched a rune into the floor and it blazed with power. The temperature in the room rose several degrees as dark smoke curled around the edges of the floor.

"How..." It was the only word Lily could squeak out. Legion even managed to grab her tail in one hand and tuck it under an arm.

"I'll tell you," whispered the Legion holding her. "As of twenty minutes ago, I was occupying over three hundred bodies. Now? Less than fifty. My attention is more concentrated than it's been in decades. In a single evening, you and your friends have undone so much of my work. To say I am displeased is...an understatement."

Lily grunted, and closed her eyes. The black smoke was now curling up her legs, and she felt a tugging sensation at the center of her body. Panic flooded through her, and she considered the soul nestled in her gut. Deacon was floating in an empty void, screaming in terror. She hadn't begun to digest him yet, so he was still pretty feisty.

"I guess it'll be the hard way then." Legion let out a growl that came from every corner of the room, then knelt down to draw one more rune. The floor creaked and then Legion paused, her eyes going wide.

"Damn..." she muttered as the demon's body went limp and collapsed. Behind Legion stood Dana, a wild look in her eyes.

"Sneak attack, bitch." Dana cocked her head to one side, her lips twisted into a jester's grin. "Hi, Lily. I'm on a killing spree."

Lily stared in horror, then was thrown to the floor as Legion threw herself backwards through the nearest window. Somehow, Dana was fast enough to cross the room and snag the demon by her ankle and drag her back in.

"No! No, it isn't fair!" Legion tried to fight back, but the enchantments on Dana's blades ensured the demon didn't last long. When Dana was finished, she looked at Lily.

"You good?" she asked.

Lily shuddered at what she saw.

"Yeah," she replied, then gestured at Deacon. "Had a little snack."

"Good, good." Dana licked her lips and looked at the dead demons. "They're getting stronger. It's annoying."

"Uh huh. Are you okay?"

Dana laughed, and tears ran down her cheeks. "No!" she cried. "No, I'm not!" With that declaration, she spun on one foot and ran back into the hall. "Hurry up," she cried. "And quit splitting the party! Uncle Foot hates that!"

Lily gaped at the open door, then took a deep breath and walked toward it. Once this was done, they were all going to need therapy. As she passed the boundary, she looked back one last time at Deacon Osgrove.

"Enjoy eternity, you piece of shit." She stepped into the hallway and slammed the door shut. Somewhere down below, a werewolf howled in agony.

DND references? Check. Dana losing her mind? Check. Me actually rememebring an outro this week? Triple check!

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