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Mike's a Screamer

The magic inside him uncoiled, ripping through his body. The air around him went cold, and he could feel it like a thousand angry spiders beneath his skin, squirming around and demanding release. As one, they rushed up through his body, spiraling in a tight circle as he took an insanely deep breath. The world moved in slow motion, hot tears springing to his eyes as he opened his mouth and screamed.

“TINK!” The magic came out all at once, moving outward in a wave of force. The room shook, causing dust to fall from the ceiling, and the Jabberwock blanched, jerking its head up and slamming it into the top of the opening. His yell went on for several seconds, his whole body vibrating with power. His own voice sounded like it was far away, and he realized he was hearing an echo from the distant mountains.

It was the rage-filled cry of a banshee.

Tink and Ratu Bite Each Other

“Oh really?” Ratu asked. “You think you’re tough?”

“Goblin much tougher.” Tink lifted off of Mike’s face, allowing him to see Ratu. Tink’s fangs had descended, and a devilish grin had crossed her face. “Naga think she bite better than Tink?”

“Hey, play nice,” Mike told them, but Tink moved down onto his belly and grabbed Ratu by the hair. She yanked the naga’s head back and kissed her fully on the mouth. Ratu’s hips gyrated during their lip-lock, and then Tink broke the kiss, biting Ratu’s lower lip.

“Oh, you really are a filthy little goblin, aren’t you?” Ratu kissed her way down Tink’s neck, then bit her on the shoulder. Tink grunted, then grabbed a handful of the naga’s breasts.

“Snake girl give good bite,” she muttered, licking along the naga’s areolae. The sight had Mike hard as a rock, and he felt his orgasm building.

Mike meets the shadow

Caretaker.

The voice in his mind sent a chill up his spine, and he spun about. Behind him, along the walls, a shadow crept. The figure had no distinguishing marks, and it held up its arms to show that it wasn’t armed.

Do not fear me, Caretaker. I shall not harm you.

“…Thanks?” He pocketed the key fragment. “Who are you?”

I was once like you, and I cared for this place. The shadow moved against the wall toward the window. I witnessed many wonderful things from this, my home.