Somehow they managed to lie half-on, half-off the couch. The next time Vik opened his eyes the ceiling grew closer. What the… Oh, beneath him the kitchen table squeaked andgroaned.
At one point Vik gripped the conjured windowsill while Dillon pounded into him from behind. Damn, damn, damn,damn!
They wound up back on thefloor.
“I’m coming!” Dillonroared.
Teeth sank into Vik’s neck!Fangs?Ohhh…
The world shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, each one reflecting an image of, not an overly-energetic surface-dweller, but the demon prince from longago.
Dillon fell asleep in Vik’s arms. Vik buried his face in a mass of silky waves, comforted by a familiar, memory-tickling scent that danced away every time he tried to grasp on to the meaning. Oh, yeah.Nice.
Wait! Did his date smell of Hellfire and Brimstone #5?
