For a brief moment Luke was terrified. The powerful throbbing of his cock was impossible to ignore, his balls quickly emptying their contents between her ruby lips. As he filled her greedy little mouth with cum, Luke shut his eyes tight, waiting for the bite that was sure to follow.

Nothing happened. When he opened his eyes again, he realized his teeth were still holding gently to the milky flesh of her throat. He’d only given a few short nibbles, traveling slowly from the base of her jaw to the curve of her collarbone. Not too hard, but more than enough to do the job.

Luke wiggled his fingers inside her once more, feeling the juices seep around those thick digits. She was dripping wet, more than she had before. Then he noticed the trembling in her legs, the way her knees struggled to keep her body in place above him. Her lips were no longer around his shaft, and he moved his head higher to see her expression. Thick, pearly cum dripped from her lips as they hung open in a silent moan, unable to form the proper sounds to express the pure ecstasy rushing through her body. Her orgasm was not brief, leaving her vulnerable and frozen for almost a full minute as the muscles in her pelvis continued to force waves of pleasure through her nervous system.

Luke groaned as the last rope of cum left his shaft, painting her lips with white as her shivers began to subside. He laid there, frozen in a mix of pleasure and fear, the others watching anxiously as the two lovers slowly recovered from their bliss. The vampire queen was the first to collapse, the orgasm finally receding enough to allow her the freedom to move. Luke flinched as her teeth grazed gently along his shaft, but no bite followed. Released from her grasp, Luke slowly breathed a sigh of relief, waiting patiently as she climbed to her unsteady feet and allowed him to untangle his body from her own. They stood there, eyes locked on one another, bodies covered in the evidence of mutual pleasure.

Suddenly, without warning, her grin returned, followed by more giggling. Unsure what this might mean, Luke waited for her to finish with her amusement. Crimson eyes settled on him once more, the smile never wavering.

Her finger teased along her lips, slowly drawing that pearly warmth into their grasp, tasting his pleasure once more. At the same time, her other hand traveled slowly between her legs, lifting her dress enough to tease at something slippery dripping down her thigh.

“My goodness,” she whispered. “I do believe we might call that a tie.”

Luke nodded slowly. “Does that mean I get to keep my blood where it belongs?”

More giggles. “If I wanted your blood, it would already be mine.”

“I see,” he replied. “So what happens now? Is there, I dunno, a tie breaker?”

Her eyes filled with more amusement. “Quite eager, aren’t you?” She turned to face the others now, reminding Luke of their presence. He turned as well, finding their own eyes to be anxious and confused. He suddenly remembered his cock was still hanging free of his pants and hastened to put it away.

The vampire continued. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling quite generous this evening. Very few are up to the challenge of satisfying my hunger.” Before Luke could reply, she waved for one of her servants to come forward. He scurried over willingly.

“Open wide,” she commanded. The creature obeyed without hesitation. The shriek that followed filled the entire chamber, forcing Luke to shut his eyes. When they open once more, the creature had scurried off to mend his wounds, the long ivory fang held between her slender fingers in the flickering light. She cleaned the blood with the sleeve of her dress before handing it gently to Luke. It felt so fragile in his palm.

“I’m not sure what sort of game you’ve found yourself in,” said the vampire, “but this should suffice for your little scavenger hunt.”

Luke nodded once more, eyes filled with appreciation. “Thanks.”

She waved him away. “Now, take your friends and go from this place, before I change my mind. And if I were you, I’d be a bit more careful venturing into places you’re not familiar with. My world is full of danger. It’s not the sort of place to wander about aimlessly.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Luke said with a smile. He turned to leave, but remembered something. “I still don’t know your name?”

She returned the smile. “I’m afraid a tie isn’t good enough for that privilege. Now, go.”

“Come on Luke, we got what we came for, let’s get out of here,” Kate urged, reminding him of their lack of time.

“It’s going to take a while to get back through this maze, even with your help,” said Edward, always mindful of the clock.

Movement caught Luke’s eye, and he turned to find his blood-sucking lover waving her hand through the air. At first he took it as a final warning to leave, but the sound of grinding metal and thunder brought his attention back to the maze. The shelves were moving of their own accord, the wheels turning with unseen hands as the walls rearranged themselves before their eyes. In just a few seconds the maze was parted into neat and orderly rows once more, the path to the staircase straight ahead and unimpeded.

“Thanks,” shouted Edward, already leading the pack with haste. They bounded up the stairs and made it out into the lobby.

“Not so fast,” said Winston. “I’ve only got one eye! Makes it hard to run.”

Edward ignored his friend, stepping up to the door and peering outside. “I don’t see anything out there.” He turned his attention to the clock tower, close enough to tell the time. “Looks like we’re good on time, it’s a quarter after eight. If we keep up this pace we should be fine.”

“What about the next clue?” asked Kate. “Anyone see it?”

“You don’t think it was back in the library do you?” asked Luke, already turning back to the door.

“Easy there lover-boy. The only thing waiting for you back there is certain death,” said Savannah, catching his arm. Then, with a covert wink, she continued, “though I can’t say I’d blame you for wanting to go back for seconds. Gambling with death aside, that looked fun from where I was standing.” Savannah didn’t mention how impressed she’d been with Luke’s bravery, or with the size of his manhood. Details best kept private for now.

“Maybe it’s here on the bridge, beneath all this mist,” suggested Winston, poking at the swirling flog with his sword.

“Look! Up there!”

They all turned to follow Alice’s shouts, searching the night sky as she pointed. There didn’t seem to be anything there, apart from the starts and moon above.

“I don’t see anything,” said Edward.

“It’s getting closer,” answered Alice. “Maybe I just have better night vision than you guys?”

“No wait, I think I see it too,” said Savannah, squinting her eyes. “Is that a bird?”

“It’s a plane,” replied Winston.

“No time for jokes, Winnie,” said Luke.

“Fuck off. I mean it looks like a paper airplane. It’s heading right for us.”

Kate could see it now too, as could Edward. The paper plane grew larger as it approached, drifting left and right in the autumn breeze but still lined up with the bridge. They watched as it fell, dipping lower and lower until it skimmed the mist. Then it disappeared just a few feet ahead, the sound of paper scratching on concrete letting them know it had made its landing.

“I think it stopped over here,” said Winston, once again using his sword to probe the mist. “Fuck! This shit is so thick, you could step right over a rattlesnake and never know it.”

“Oh don’t even joke about that!” cried Alice, her fear of snakes still alive and well, even as a cat.

Savannah stepped forward, holding the hem of her skirt firmly in her grip. She flapped the silk up and down, fanning the mist just enough to clear a small area. Finding nothing, she moved to the left and did the same, this time finding the paper airplane in the clearing. It caught the breeze and slid through the mist once more.

“Got it,” said Edward as he snatched up the clue before the mist could fully reclaim it. He unfolded it quickly, holding his light so he could read it aloud.

The Mummy’s Eye is watching you

He sees you from his tomb

You’re nearly there, no time to spare

I hope you get well soon

“That seems straight forward,” said Luke. “The eye of a mummy. Compared to what I just went through that shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” said Alice. “I mean, you did technically get a blowjob out of the deal.”

“I was a fraction of a second away from having the soul sucked out of me, literally through my dick. A dusty old corpse covered in toilet paper doesn’t sound all that scary in comparison.”

Alice shrugged. “When you put it that way…”

“We can talk about this later,” Edward interrupted. “We need to figure out where this mummy is. It mentions a tomb. Are there any of those on campus that you guys know of?”

Shrugs all around. While there was a graveyard not far from the library, none of them could remember seeing any sort of tomb on the grounds.

“What about that last part?” asked Savannah. “Get well soon. Is anyone here sick?”

“I’m still debating it,” said Kate. “I’m surprised I haven’t thrown up yet.”

“Well it sounds important,” Savannah continued. “Maybe it means the clinic?”

“Of course,” said Edward. “That’s got to be it, nothing else makes sense. It’s not far from here either.”

Before anyone could reply, the sounds of howling drew their attention to the west. It was close, and whatever monster made those sounds was surely bigger than any normal wolf. More alarming were the sound of footsteps, moving quickly in their direction. Edward waved frantically for his friends to take cover back inside the library, but none of them needed to be told. They hurried inside, closing the door behind them despite the broken glass. If something wanted to come inside, it wouldn’t have to work hard.

They collectively held their hands over their lips to keep silent as a massive shadow appeared at the other end of the bridge, moving quickly toward them. There was no time to find anywhere else to hide. Edward pushed Kate down against the wall by the door, urging the others to do the same. They kept their heads low, just below the jagged edges of the sill, unable to see what monster approached.

Kate shivered, praying silently that whatever it was, it would keep moving. She knew there would be no such luck. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she could hear those heavy footsteps slowing down, the unmistakable sound of a large snout sniffing at the air, probably right where they’d just been standing. She pushed herself lower, a throaty snarl causing them all to flinch. The footsteps were drawing closer now while the sniffing continued, a bipedal stride in contrast to the gallop from before.

Looking to her right, Kate saw Edward silently draw his gun. After saving Winston from the sirens and watching Luke nearly lose his life to a vampire, this was how it all came to a bitter end. She shut her eyes and waited for the inevitable, but a new sound forced them open again.

A woman’s scream.

At first, Kate thought it must be Alice, or Savannah, shrieking in terror as whatever beast waited outside moved to eat the tiny prey. But then she realized the sound was far too distant to be any of her friends. Kate opened her eyes, still clutching tight to the ax. The sniffing had stopped, replaced by a low snarl as the monster turned away from the window, moving quickly in the direction of the scream. It happened so fast, and suddenly they were awash in the chilling silence.

“Is…is it gone?” whispered Savannah, finally brave enough to use her voice.

Edward slowly peered over the edge. Nothing greeted his view besides the mist. He nodded. “I think it’s gone. For now.” Turning to the others, he motioned for them to stand. “But I don’t think we should wait around for it to come back. Whatever it was, it nearly caught us.”

“It’s the same noises we heard outside the tavern,” mused Alice. “That thing moves so fast.”

“All the more reason to keep moving,” said Edward. As if to punctuate the necessity in his voice, the scream returned, sharper than before. And then silence once more, followed by more howling.

“Pretty obvious what that is,” said Alice, glancing up at the moon above. It was perfectly round.

“Come on,” urged Luke. “We’ll be safer once we reach the clinic. It’s just down this path.”

“You mean the clinic with the mummy inside?” said Savannah. “Yeah, sound perfectly safe.”

“You’re free to stay here then,” teased Luke, with a wink. Another howl filled the night sky, and Savannah rushed forward to catch up.

They moved quickly along the path, eager to put distance between themselves and whatever continued to howl in the darkness. Edward and Kate took the lead, with the rest following close behind in pairs.

“I don’t know how you did it,” whispered Winston, catching Luke’s attention.

“Pardon?”

“Back there with the vampire.”

Luke let out a quiet laugh. “Don’t worry buddy, one day you’ll know what it’s like to go down on a girl.”

“Fuck you,” replied Winston. “No, what I mean is, I don’t know how you even managed to stay hard that whole time.”

“Good to know you were staring at my junk,” Luke joked, but he knew what Winston meant. Savannah turned slightly, interested in their secret conversation. “Honestly, I don’t know either,” Luke finally admitted. “I even thought to myself, this shouldn’t be too difficult. Hard to finish when you’re terrified of having your dick bitten off.” Luke paused, but decided to continue. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just hormones or something. Nevermind…”

“What do you mean, hormones?” asked Winston. Edward turned now, a look of frustration on his face. They were making too much noise, but Luke continued anyway.

“If I’m being honest, ever since we got here, I’ve been kind of…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the word, not in front of the ladies. But Alice finished for him.

“Horny?”

Luke blushed. “Yeah, I guess that’s it. Maybe that’s just how I deal with stressful situations.”

Alice remained quiet, as did Winston and Savannah. But as they approached their destination, they were all thinking the same thing. Luke wasn’t alone.

“If we’re all finished chatting about our sex drives,” said Edward. “We’re here.”

“You know,” Luke interrupted. “I get that you’re eager to get us all out of here, and I really appreciate that.” He stepped up to Edward, holding his head level on his shoulders. “But you really don’t have to be such a dick about it. This isn’t like you.”

Before Edward could reply, Luke moved past and stepped up to the door of the clinic. Like everything else on campus, the building was deserted, with broken glass and shuttered windows. A circular sign was barely visible to their right, but it confirmed they’d reached their destination.

“This is it,” said Winston. “Redfern Clinic.”

“Holy shit!” shouted Kate, drawing everyone’s attention. “Is that blood?”

They followed her gaze to the door, a thick trail of dried crimson barely visible in the moonlight. Edward’s flashlight made it painfully obvious. Something was dragged through the door, losing a considerable amount of vital fluid along the way.

“Suddenly feeling less confident about facing a mummy,” Luke whispered, clutching his sharpened stake.

Edward stepped up to the door, pistol at the ready. He looked to Luke apologetically. “You’re right about me being a dick. Sorry.”

Luke shrugged. “It’s cool. We all have something to lose.”

Edward glanced to Kate, then back to the door. “You guys ready?”

“No,” Savannah answered.

Edward pulled at the door regardless, revealing the main lobby as he swept back and forth with his light. The place was a mess, with papers and manila folders littering the floor in every direction. The blood smear continued to their left and down the hall toward the stairs, splitting into two trails as one went to the basement while the other continued down the hall.

“Should we follow the yellow brick road?” asked Winston.

“Two paths,” Edward replied. “Anyone feel like splitting up?”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Savannah. “Have you never seen a horror movie? Or, fuck, a single episode of Scooby Doo?”

“He’s right,” said Kate. “We’ll be able to search both floors a lot quicker if we do.”

“Need I remind you there’s a mummy somewhere in this building?” said Alice. “And this blood didn’t just drag itself across the floor.”

“It’s fine,” said Winston. “You can come down with me and Luke. We’ll watch after you.” Before Alice could retort, he turned to the others. “The rest of you search up here. If you see anything, give a shout.”

Edward considered the proposal, but quickly agrees. “Here, take these.” He dug in his vest and pulled free a pair of long white tubes.” Winston stepped forward to accept the gift.

“Glowsticks?”

“Better than nothing. I doubt there’s much light to go around,” Edward replied.

“Fair enough.” Winston turned to the stairs again. Luke was genuinely caught off guard by his friend’s sudden burst of leadership, but he followed nonetheless, with Alice close on his heels.

“No offense,” Luke said, once they were downstairs. “But I’ve never seen you take charge like that. You feeling okay?”

Winston sighed. “I’m just ready to be done with this. The more time we spend bickering, the less likely we are to meet the deadline. And this whole thing just feels…weird.”

“Weird how?”

Winston didn’t answer, choosing instead to crack a glowstick and hand it to his headless friend. Luke eyed the green glow, but with one hand on his own head and the other holding his only weapon, he motioned for Alice to take the light source instead. Winston cracked the other one, filling the long hall with green light. It would be an eerie sight, even without the blood trail on the tile.

“Lead the way,” Alice whispered, staying well hidden behind the two bulky men. Winston slowly moved forward, careful not to slip in the blood at his feet.

“It’s so quiet,” said Luke, suddenly aware of the echo of his footsteps as they made their way down. “No way we’ll be sneaking up on anything.”

They came to a pair of doors, one on either side of the hall. The trail of blood split here, disappearing under both while a larger trail continued forward. Alice held her glowstick to the window, eyes adjusting to the light as she peered inside.

“Looks like an examination room.”

She tried the handle and the door slowly creaked open. Not wanting to be the first inside, Alice made way for Winston, watching as he pulled his sword from its sheath. Luke followed, and, not wanting to be left alone in the hall of blood, she stepped in as well. The room was small and looked fairly identical to any other examination room one might find at a doctors office, with one notable exception. Lying on the exam table was the unmistakable shape of a corpse, covered in a white cloth. Red splotches covered its surface in a haphazard fashion.

“I think I might be sick,” Alice whispered, but she managed to control herself.

Winston moved closer to the body, sword at the ready. “Think this is the mummy?” he asked, but nobody replied. Knowing he’ll have to look for himself, he slipped the point of his saber under the fabric and gently raised it high enough to see underneath. Alice averted her eyes, but Luke stretched his head out for a better look.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Luke muttered. The body was nothing more than a test dummy, the kind used for practicing CPR.

Winston sighed with relief, moving for Alice to see. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

“You honestly think that’s any less creepy?” she asked. “CPR dummies don’t leak blood, last I checked.”

“You’ve got a point there,” said Luke. “Either way, this isn’t the mummy. We keep checking.”

They moved back to the hall, traversing over to the room on the other side. They entered to find another covered body on the exam table, but this time it was Luke who lifted the sheet to reveal their bleeding surprise.

“A skeleton,” he said, though it’s obvious even in the dim glow. “The kind you see in a classroom for studying anatomy.”

“Still a lot of blood,” said Alice.

They continued down the hall. Ten rooms in total lined its walls, and they searched each one to find a similar scene within. Most contained CPR dummies or anatomical representations of the human body, though two were mysteriously empty.

“That’s all the exam rooms,” said Alice, turning to look back down the hallway. Their glowsticks weren’t strong enough to illuminate to the far end, and all she could think about was how terrifying it would be if something came running in their direction through the darkness. She shook her head, determined to force the image out of her mind.

“What’s through here?” asked Luke, pointing to the lone door at the end of the hall. “Looks like an office, maybe?”

“Let’s cross it off the list. Maybe the others have already found it upstairs and need our help,” said Winston. He turned the handle and pushed the door inward, the familiar creak no longer unnerving as he forced his way inside. If the room were supposed to be an office, it certainly wasn’t anymore. Stainless tables lined one wall, while the other was covered by a series of rectangular doors.

“I don’t remember there being a morgue in the clinic,” said Alice, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

“After the library maze, nothing should surprise us,” answered Luke. “Either way, looks like we found what we were hoping to avoid.”

Dominating the center of the room was the unmistakable form of an Egyptian sarcophagus. Hieroglyphs adorned its sides while the lid was shaped into the eerie form of a man. They approached cautiously.

“Should we call for the others?” asked Alice.

Winston shook his head. “If there’s a living mummy in here, I’m hoping it’s at least asleep. I’d rather not risk waking it up by shouting.”

“Won’t prying his eye out do that anyway?” asked Luke.

Winston shrugged. “Let’s get this lid off and see what we’re dealing with.”

With little time to waste, Luke handed Alice his weapon and placed his own severed head on a nearby table, freeing both hands to help Winston push the giant stone lid aside. It was heavy, but slowly the two boys managed to shift it to the side, the sound of grinding stone echoing throughout the room. Alice kept her distance, holding Luke’s weapon at the ready in case something lunged through the gap. Nothing does, however.

“I think that’s far enough,” said Winston, keeping his voice low, as if they hadn’t already caused enough commotion. Lowering his light to the gap, Winston peered inside to see the unmistakable form of another corpse, this one wrapped in the familiar bandages, arms folded across the chest. The face was completely covered, but Winston knew without a doubt that unlike the previous rooms, this corpse was very real.

“I’m going to have to peel some of this wrapping back to get to the eye,” he whispered, fear returning to his voice.

Luke turned and retrieved his head and stake from a trembling Alice. He gave her a soft pat of encouragement before turning back to assist his friend. Holding the weapon at the ready, he nodded for Winston to continue.

The bandages were old and frail, allowing Winston to slowly tear them free. He pulled a wad of fabric from the sarcophagus, then another, until finally a sharp intake of breath alerted Alice that he’d reached whatever remained of the actual face.

Winston held his glowstick just above the mummified flesh. Preservation had done very little to keep this poor young pharaoh from rotting into something grotesque. The eyes were closed, but with elaborate makeup adorning the lids to give the appearance of an open eye.

“It’s now or never,” Luke urged.

With another sigh, Winston reached in and gently pulled at the thin layer of skin, pushing the eyelid up and over the glossy orb beneath. He was almost surprised to see that the eye itself was still intact, but nothing could really surprise him at that point. He couldn’t tell what color the iris was in the green light, but it was at least pointed straight up at the ceiling, giving no hint of life.

“Well, that’s unsettling,” Luke whispered. “How do we get it out of there?”

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead,” Winston admitted. “Didn’t think it would be this easy.”

Luke turned to Alice. “Can you see if there’s a scalpel or something on that table over there?”

The boys watched as Alice began her search, eager to have something to keep her preoccupied. Twice, Winston caught himself staring at her ass, still shapely despite the tail just above. He shook his head to clear the intrusive and perverse thoughts now chipping away at his focus.

“Easy, Winston,” he said to himself. “Don’t get distracted.” It wasn’t like him to think of sex in a time like this. One of the many mysteries of this place clouding his mind since they’d landed. Whatever that witch had done to them, it certainly had an effect on–

Winston shrieked, having looked back into the tomb to find that the eye was no longer staring at the ceiling, but was now completely focused on him. He tried to form words, but none were needed, the sudden lurch of the mummies body causing all three of them to jump in surprise. A bandaged hand pushed the lid completely away from the tomb, letting it fall with a heavy thud to the tile below. There was moaning, the kind Winston had always associated with zombies from a plethora of Hollywood renditions. Technically, the reanimated corpse climbing out of the tomb was nothing more than a zombie wrapped in cloth.

Something moved past Winston’s shoulder, the charging form of a headless man, wooden stake raised for a killing blow. Luke drove the weapon straight through the mummy’s chest, pushing as hard and deep as his one-handed grip would allow. The mummy groaned as if startled, but merely looked at the wound as if it were an annoyance.

Luke retreated, gazing in horror as the mummy pulled the stake free of its own chest and tossed it aside as if nothing had ever happened. It continued to advance, arms outstretched as if to grab hold of them. The groans were louder now, and they had an angry pitch to them that made it clear the mummy was pissed off, if nothing else.

“Use your sword!” Luke shouted, but Winston held his ground.

“It’s already dead, stabbing it isn’t going to do anything!”

“What do we do then?”

Winston didn’t have time to think. He turned to Alice, still watching from the back of the room. “Go find the others! We’ll hold him off until–”

Alice gasped, her eyes glued to the mummy. Winston turned, surprised to find the attack had come to a quick halt. The mummy’s hands were still raised, but that single eye was no longer focused on Winston, or his headless companion. Instead, that eerie gaze was held completely on Alice’s feline form, as if he hadn’t noticed her until that very moment. He’d probably been unable to see her tiny frame past the wall of muscle that Luke and Winston hoped to use as a shield to keep her safe.

“What’s he doing?” Luke asked, his voice low. The mummy seemed to be completely transfixed, no longer interested in anyone else. He made no move to attack.

Then, without warning, the bandaged figure fell to the floor. For a moment they wondered if perhaps it had finally succumbed to the wounds in its chest. On closer inspection, however, it was clear that the mummy was kneeling, as if in submission.

“Okay, now I’m really confused,” said Luke. “Is this thing fucking with us?”

“I’m not–” Winston’s answer was cut short. Before their very eyes, shrouded in green light, the mummy began to shed its bandages all on its own, pulling the wrappings one by one from its own limbs. Even as he watched, Winston could see that the skin beneath was far from the rotting flesh he’d expected to find. Hands and feet were uncovered, followed by legs and arms, leaving the chest and head bandages for last. The mummy decided to retain some amount of dignity, leaving the cloth around his crotch in place.

But the person kneeling before them was no longer a mummy, at least by Winston’s standards. As the final bandage was removed from around his face, the decaying flesh of the man before them had magically been replaced with living, healthy tissue. A second eye joined the first as the fabric fell away, revealing a handsome Egyptian man underneath.

Despite her orders to run for help, Alice remained firmly in place, unable to escape the mysterious gaze of their host. When her eyes drifted to meet his own, he quickly averted his stare, continuing to kneel as if Alice were royalty. Confusion was a poor substitute for fear, but she was trying to make the best of her situation.

“Bastet! Forgive me, I did not recognize you!”

The pharaoh’s words did little to ease the confusion on Alice’s face, or Luke’s for that matter. Winston, though it took several seconds, was much quicker to catch on.

He turned to Alice, hoping she could see him well enough in the dim light to understand the words he was mouthing to her in silence. “He thinks you’re a goddess! A cat deity!”

Alice could barely make out the words, but she was smart enough to fill in the gaps on her own. Egyptian mythology wasn’t one of her interests, but she’d seen enough images online and in movies to recall that many of their gods and goddesses resembled animals. She also remembered that cats were considered sacred beings in their ancient culture. She’d never heard of the name Bastet, but it was easy enough to see where this was going. Never in a million years would she have guessed her choice in Halloween costume would grant her an advantage of this magnitude, but Alice knew she had to act quickly, before her cover was blown.

“You may rise…uh…what do I call you?” she asked, stepping forward into the light and trying her best to act the part. Luke and Winston must have caught on as well, keeping silent despite their urge to laugh.

The pharaoh looked up in confusion, and for a moment Alice wondered if she’d already fucked things up. “It is I, Ahmose. King of all Egypt.” He stood to his feet, rising to an impressive height. Winston and Luke sized him up and immediately realized they’d have a difficult time putting him down if need be, but at least in this human form there was a possibility he could be killed. They prayed it wouldn’t come to that.

“Ah, yes. Ahmose.” Alice winced as she attempted to pronounce the name. This wasn’t going as well as she’d hoped. She needed to get straight to the point before the ruse was discovered. “I was wondering if you might be able to help us with something?”

Ahmose paused, still confused. “You have a request of me? Of course, what is it that you wish?”

Winston sensed a trap, but had no way of warning Alice without ruining her act. His knowledge of history, though far from perfect, was much more advanced than his friends’, enough to understand that Egyptian pharaohs would have likely considered themselves gods in their own right, not servants.

Alice tried to think of an acceptable way to phrase her request. How did one ask another human to literally cut out their own eyeball and hand it over? Realizing there was no polite way to ask, she went with the harsh, blunt truth.

“Ahmose, I need one of your eyes. Just one. You may keep the other.”

Silence fell on the room, and for an uncomfortable length of time. Ahmose simply stared in shocked horror, waiting for Alice to explain. She offered nothing further, however, hoping that if she stood there long enough, holding his gaze, the young man would simply obey her command.

An amused smile crossed Ahmose’s lips. The gears were turning in his head, and Winston knew this was almost certainly going to end badly. The pharaoh looked over Alice from head to toe, his lingering examination far from subtle. While Winston had been distracted by her lovely rear, there was still plenty to appreciate from the front. Long shapely legs, curving into an hourglass waist below a pair of breast which Winston had first hand knowledge of, thanks to her rescue efforts at the pond.

While he’d never understood the obsession with “neko hentai” among other internet nerds, Winston had to admit that even the feline aspects of Alice’s body were growing on him. The legs were still long and slender, and the ears were almost cute in their own way. He shook his head once more, forcing the images from his mind. This wasn’t the time or place! Unfortunately for Winston, Ahmose thought differently.

“That’s a very steep price to pay,” he said, the accent dripping with mischievous intentions. “If I am to give up my eye to you, what is it I shall receive in return?”

Alice stiffened, attempting to stand taller. “I am a goddess–”

“Yes,” Ahmose interrupted. “And I am a king. The blood of Horus runs through my veins. I may not be your equal, but I am no mere servant.” He stepped forward, eyeing her once more. “If you wish to claim my eye, I shall need something in return.”

Seeing the way Ahmose eyed her body, she already knew what he was after. Still, keeping in character and trying her best to hide the fear growing inside her, she asked the obvious question. “What do you desire?”

He shrugged. “You.”

Alice flinched. “Me?”

Ahmose smiled. “You are a fertility goddess, are you not? It seems to be a fair trade. My body, for yours?”

Luke and Winston moved closer, preparing to block the path. Alice knew they’d do everything in their power to keep her safe. She also knew that if she were to refuse, the best case scenario involved having to sway Ahmose through other means. Worst case, which seemed the more likely in her mind, would involve his immediate transformation back into a rotting corpse, attacking and possibly killing her friends and leaving her empty handed when the dust settled.

She looked him over, debating her options. On their walk to the clinic Luke had mentioned the growing sexual urges he’d felt since their arrival to this nightmarish world. As foolish as the claim sounded in her mind, Alice had felt exactly the same. Even now, as she looked over the tan body of her would-be lover, something stirred between her legs, a warmth that was unmistakable. These inappropriate urges had flared twice already, once in the reflection pond with Winston’s face shoved between her tits, and again at the sight of Luke’s cock in the library.

Ahmose, in his human form at least, was certainly handsome enough to do the job. The thick trunks of his thighs were nearly as impressive as the musculature of those massive arms. His abdomen was firm and flat, the v-shaped muscles of his core disappearing into what little fabric remained of his outfit, and effortlessly drawing her gaze.

“Fine, I accept your offer,” she replied.

Luke and Winston turned at once, startled by Alice’s bold decision. Winston’s eyes were full of pleading and fear, silently begging her to reconsider.

“I’m short on time, and this path seems easier than any other,” she said, hoping her friends were able to translate the underlying message. It’s this way, or nothing at all.

Reluctantly, the boys stepped aside and let Alice brush past. There was a confidence to her gait, a subtle swing to her hips as she approached her royal lover, stepping one foot in front of the other to accentuate the length of her gorgeous legs. If Ahmose was put off by the paws that formed her feet, or the tail swinging gently behind her back, he made no mention.

He wrapped his arms around Alice’s tiny waist, pulling her close. She resisted the urge to gasp, but the warmth of his touch was an alarming reminder of how cold and frightful her night has been thus far. His chest was firm and inviting, a stark contrast to the soft curves of her breasts as she pushed closer to his body. Eager to get straight to the point, Alice skipped the idle conversation and went straight for the kiss, taking his lips in her own and finding his tongue more than willing to accommodate. A surge of guilt rushed through her in that moment, realizing that despite her insistence that this was all a necessary part of the plan to retrieve the eye, a large part of her wanted this, regardless of the outcome.

Alice continued to push against her Egyptian lover, guiding him to the only place in the room where a comfortable fuck might be possible. The rectangular doors of the morgue’s body storage were unlabeled, but she was fairly certain if anything awaited them inside, it would be just another CPR dummy like the ones they found in the previous rooms. They made it to the wall and Alice took hold of a stainless steal latch, pulling the door open and releasing Ahmose’s lips just long enough to look inside. Much to her delight, this one appeared to be empty.

She pulled gently at the handle, sliding the table all the way out and pushing her lover to the cold steal below. It couldn’t be comfortable, given the lack of padding, but compared to the stone tomb he’d climbed out of, this had to be at least somewhat bearable.

The warmth between Alice’s thighs burned hot as she pulled her corset down once more, revealing those perky breasts for Ahmose’s lips to explore. He wasted no time, taking her nipple in his mouth while his hands pulled her body on top of his own. Alice briefly wondered if she had time for foreplay. After unclasping her bodysuit with one hand, she gently placed her fingers between the lips of her pussy. They came back slippery and warm. Alice put the thought aside, reminding herself there was little time to spare. The sooner she got Ahmose inside her, the better.

His hands continued to explore her body as she straddled his crotch, her fingers busy at work with the last remaining bandages. She could feel him grow hard beneath the cloth, struggling to gain freedom. She was all too eager to assist. Alice could feel the eyes of her audience on her back, knowing how ridiculous this plan must seem to them. But the closer she got to his cock, the less she cared about anything else.

It sprung free with a powerful thud against his tummy as the last of the bandages were pulled away. Given her tiny build, Alice never really cared much for size in a man, but Ahmose certainly didn’t disappoint. She took him in the palm of her hand, moving up and down in long strokes as he continued to kiss and lick and suck at her nipples. She gasped as an unexpected finger found its way inside her body, slipping unnoticed between her legs and pushing easily between her slippery folds.

“Bastet…” Ahmose moaned, leaning all the way back to lay flat on the table, now that his manhood was at her control. Alice pouted momentarily as his finger slipped out of her once more, but she had something else in hand to take its place. She rose slightly, reaching between her legs to guide his cock into her eager body. The tip pushed gently against her slit, where she teased it in her own juices to make him ready for what would quickly follow. In one smooth motion, Alice impaled herself, lowering onto his entire length, inch by blissful inch, moaning uncontrollably until his shaft was fully seated inside her.

Luke and Winston watched from the rear, trying their best to focus on getting that eye once Alice was finished with her task. It was a distracting view, and both were more than a little envious as they watched their friend slowly begin to rise and fall on another man’s cock, her pussy gripping tight to his shaft. Alice gasped with delight as he filled her over and over, bouncing harder and faster with each passing second until her squeals and moans filled the room.

“Do you think this is going to work?” Luke whispered.

Winston held tight to the hilt of his sword. “I don’t care what he looks like now. He was a mummy when we opened that tomb, and he’ll go back into it the same way. Let’s hope Alice knows what she’s doing.”

Despite her overwhelming lust, the sex kitten soon found herself panting and out of breath, but still determined to drive her body onto Ahmose’s cock with as much energy as she could muster. His hands gripped tight to her ass, adding his own muscles to the equation as he lifted her body high before slamming her down into his hips, driving his length into her depths with divine force.

“I’m doing this for the eye! I’m doing this for the eye!” Alice repeated the phrase over and over in her mind, keeping in rhythm with the constant thump of her ass meeting his pelvis. He was so deep inside her, the thickness of his cock stretching her pussy to its limit as he pulled her down once more, grinding against her clit and teasing every square inch of her slippery walls. She wouldn’t last much longer, could feel the orgasm just beyond the horizon, but approaching fast.

Ahmose’s breathing grew faster as his balls tightened to his body. Alice knew he was about to cum, imagined the wonderful feeling of his throbbing shaft as he held her tightly in place, pouring his cum into her eager little body. The thought barely entered her mind before it became a reality, the sensation much stronger than expected. He groaned beneath her as he offered one final thrust, seating his cock deep inside her as ropes of pearly white filled her to the brim.

Her orgasm was immediately upon her, the powerful throbbing of his manhood proving too much for her to resist. Alice buried her nails into his tanned chest in an effort to steady herself, but the contractions had already taken control of her body, lighting her nervous system on fire with a message of pure ecstasy. She took a few short gasps for air, desperate to refill her lungs with the oxygen her moans had stolen.

The mutual orgasm felt like an eternity, but in reality it barely lasted a minute. The silence fell upon them once again as their breathing became more regular. For a moment Alice considered falling to her lover’s chest and cuddling, with him still inside her, forgetting briefly about her audience and the task at hand. That lapse in memory was short lived.

“Alice! What the fuck are you doing?”

Savannah’s voice cut through the silence like a knife, startling everyone in the room. Winston and Luke were immediately embarrassed, having found themselves too distracted by the pornographic view to even notice the door opening behind them. Edward and Kate were close behind, their shocked expressions just as evident.

Still recovering from her orgasm, Alice scrambled to sit up and face her friends. “For fucks sake! Could you guys have any worse timing?” she shouted, but another voice caught her attention.

“Alice?”

She turned to Ahmose again, looking up at her with confusion on his face.

“Yes?” she asked, realizing too late that she’d made a terrible mistake.

His eyes narrowed. “Not Bastet?”

Alice scrambled to think of a way to recover. “I…of course I’m Bastet! Alice is just a nickname.”

Ahmose wasn’t falling for it this time. Eyes that were filled with passion and lust just minutes before were now filled with anger.

“You’re lying,” he said. “You’re no goddess! I’ve been used and deceived!”

Cracks began to form along his cheeks, the skin quickly losing its flawless tan as the mummified flesh returned. Alice quickly lifted herself high, feeling him slip free of her body just seconds before the mummy’s curse made it’s way down to his chest and abdomen.

Alice could hear them behind her, Edward’s shouts for her to get out of the way so he could fire. Frozen in fear, all she could do was watch as the illusion of Ahmose became an undead nightmare all over again. His eyes continued to stare at her in anger, even as the flesh around them began to sink and decay. This was her only chance, and Alice knew she had to power through her fear and act quickly.

Closing her eyes and wincing at the thought of what she was about to do, Alice reached down and swiftly plucked the eye free of its socket. With nothing but rotting flesh and tendon to hold it in place, it came loose in an instant. Trusting her feline instincts, Alice pushed herself off the table, launching her body high enough to clear the mummy’s outstretched arms and land safely on her feet nearby.

“We have to get him back in the sarcophagus!” shouted Luke, but Alice shook her head.

“No time!” As the mummy tried to bring itself into a sitting position, Alice gave one final kick, connecting with the end of the table and knocking it back along its rollers and into its slot in the wall. With the mummy still struggling to pull itself free, Alice quickly shut the door and closed the latch, a temporary solution, but better than nothing.

“That’ll hold him for a while,” she breathed, suddenly aware of the adrenaline rushing through her veins. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before he finds a way to escape!”

Edward was closest to the door, throwing it open and waving them all through before shutting it behind him. Leaving their glowsticks behind, they relied on Edward to light the path back to the stairs, taking it quickly to the lobby where they could regroup by the door. Despite their eagerness to flee the mummy down below, they were still vividly aware of what horrors might be waiting just beyond those walls.

“What the hell were you thinking?” asked Kate, her eyes fixed angrily on Alice. “And you two! How could you let her do something so reckless?” She turned her wrath to Winston and Luke, but Alice intervened.

“Relax, it wasn’t as bad as it looked. I had everything under control until you showed up and ruined the whole act.”

“Under control? Is that what you’d call it?” asked Savannah, though her voice was less angry than Kate’s.

Alice rolled her eyes. “You weren’t there, you wouldn’t understand. We found the mummy and made a deal. He was going to give us his eye willingly, but only if I agreed to have sex with him. And before you make any more judgmental comments,” said Alice, turning on Savannah, “I’ll remind you that you yourself have given sexual favors for things that didn’t exactly qualify as life-threatening.”

“I’m not a whore, so I’d appreciate if you stopped–”

“Enough!” They all turned to Luke, his patience finally giving in to his frustration. “Look, we can sit here and bicker about this all night, or we can find the next clue and get the fuck out of here before we run out of time.”

Silent agreement was the only answer, but at least the tension was starting to fade. Surprisingly, it was Kate who spoke first.

“None of us are going to make it out of here if we can’t keep our shit together.” She turned to Alice, no longer angry. “I’m sorry for yelling. If what you said is true, about making a deal, then we all owe you for this one.”

Alice nodded, but suddenly remembered the reason they were here in the first place. She’d forgotten all about the eye in her haste to leave the morgue, but now she was suddenly aware of its slimy presence in her hand. With a shriek, she dropped it on the floor and stepped away, certain it was still looking at her in anger.

“Here, we can use one of these,” said Winston. They turned to find him carrying an empty prescription bottle in his hand. Using a discarded folder, he slowly picked up the eye and rolled it into the orange canister, closing the lid and sliding it into his pocket for safekeeping.

“You still have the scale?” Luke asked.

“In my pocket,” Winston replied, checking to make sure it was still there. “You got the fang?”

Luke checked his own pocket. “Still here. That’s three items down, three to go.”

“I don’t see anything outside,” said Edward, scanning the path for signs of movement. “We should go before that changes.” Then, turning to Alice, he grinned. “But you may want to make a few adjustments first.”

Alice stood in confusion for a few seconds before realizing her bodysuit was still unsnapped and her corset out of place. Embarrassed and blushing, she made herself as modest as her outfit would allow.

Edward pushed the door open and stepped outside, keeping his light off in case it attracted unwanted attention. The others followed quietly behind. “Let’s find the next riddle. Everyone keep an eye out–”

“Did you really just say ‘keep an eye out?'”

“Pun unintended. Anyone see anything?”

There was a sound of laughter, and they all turned to find Savannah staring at the brick wall next to the door from which they’d made their exit. “How about this? Obvious enough for you?”

Where the clouds and paper plane had been somewhat subtle, the next clue was practically a neon sign for them to follow. The four lines were written in blood on the brick wall, the crimson calligraphy large enough to be seen from several yards away.

A monster howls beneath the moon

Hungry in his lair

What’s on the menu this afternoon?

A lock of Werewolf Hair

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” breathed Kate. “We’ve narrowly escaped that thing twice tonight, and now we have to go looking for it?”

“We can’t be certain that’s what we saw,” said Luke, but he immediately regretted speaking as their eyes turned on him.

“It was big, and hairy, and sniffing us out with its nose and howling at the moon. What else could it have been?” asked Alice.

Luke shuffled his feet. “Will Ferrell?”

“It’s fine,” said Kate. “Let’s just figure out where to go looking for it, not that any of us are particularly fond of the idea.”

“Well it talks about hunger, and being ‘on the menu,’ so I’m thinking the dining hall would be the most obvious answer,” said Winston.

“True, but which one? There are three of them.”

“I’m thinking we start at Schilletter. It’s close by, and the wolf was running from that direction earlier. If we strike out we can try the others.” It was Savannah who made the suggestion. The others agreed, though somewhat reluctantly. The idea of willingly stepping foot into a werewolf’s lair didn’t appeal to any of them.

“We shouldn’t go in unprepared this time,” suggested Luke. “Everyone needs a weapon. Edward, is there any chance you have a silver bullet in that thing?”

Edward knew the answer before checking, but decided it couldn’t hurt to humor the request. He released the magazine and checked the rounds, all of which were the standard lead and copper bullets you’d find anywhere. “Sorry bud, that’s a negative. Let’s hope regular lead does the trick.”

“I doubt it.” Alice’s lack of enthusiasm was felt by all. “But Luke’s right, Savannah and I should have something to protect ourselves.”

“Edward, how about your pepper spray? It won’t kill it, but maybe it’ll buy us time if we get cornered,” suggested Savannah.

With a shrug, Edward unclasped his OC spray and handed it to her. “We should sharpen a couple spears as well.”

“How much time is left?” asked Kate.

Luke pushed his head as high as he could, glancing at the clock tower in the distance. “It’s almost ten. We need to hurry.”

It didn’t take long to find a pair of slender but capable limbs to sharpen into makeshift weapons. They gathered around Luke while he used Winston’s sword to finish crafting the spears, making quick work of the first and starting on the second. That’s when Savannah noticed Winston’s puzzled expression, as if deep in thought.

“You okay there, Winnie?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t crossing a line with the pet name.

“We keep glossing around the topic, but I think it’s pretty obvious by now, something weird is going on with this whole situation,” he said.

“Well, not to state the obvious,” said Luke, “but not much about this can be considered normal.” He tossed his head in the air and caught it, as if to demonstrate.

“Yeah, no shit,” continued Winston. “But you all know what I’m talking about, right? We’ve gone through three challenges so far, and they’ve gotten increasingly more sexual each time. The first time involved naked women in a pool. Then Luke literally has to sixty-nine a vampire for his life. And this…” He held up the medicine bottle containing the eye.

“We wouldn’t have it at all if Alice hadn’t been willing to trade sex for it,” finished Savannah.

“That’s another thing that bothers me,” Winston continued. “Sirens aren’t traditionally known as seductresses, that’s a newer interpretation. The vampire, I’m not really sure about her, but it seemed odd she’d be willing to give up a meal in exchange for an orgasm. Looking around, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of dinner options for a blood sucker. And the mummy? I’m no expert on ancient Egypt, but I don’t think a pharaoh would dare ask a living god to have sex with him, even as a trade. Bastet may have connections to fertility, but she’s still a deity. It feels out of place.”

“It’s more than just that,” added Alice. “Luke mentioned it earlier, and this is kind of embarrassing to say aloud, but I guess not nearly as embarrassing as having people watch me have sex. Ever since we got here, I’ve been suspiciously turned on. Like, it’s not an overwhelming feeling, given how fucking terrified I am of everything else that’s happening. But it’s definitely there, and I won’t lie, I don’t think I would have done what I just did otherwise.”

She looked around at the eyes staring back at her, hoping to find some confirmation she wasn’t losing her mind. Luke of course nodded his agreement, or at least attempted to. It wasn’t until Savannah voiced her own confession that the rest join in.

“It’s not just you two. I thought maybe it was just a coping mechanism or something, but I can’t stop thinking about sex. Every time we have a moment to breath, it just happens without warning.”

“But what does that mean?” asked Kate.

“I’m not sure,” finished Winston, sheathing his sword while Luke gave the final spear to Alice. “Maybe it was part of the witches spell, or a side effect of crossing into another dimension. Either way, we should be careful moving forward.”

With nothing left to say on the matter, they began the short walk to the dining hall, keeping an eye out for anything large and furry that might try to make them its next meal. The journey was short, but lined with trees, making it difficult to see what might be waiting around every turn. Edward kept his light on this time, deciding that if they were already looking for the wolf then there was no point trying to hide from it, especially with the mist still blocking their view of the path.

Schilletter Dining Hall looked about as haunted and dilapidated as the group expected by that point. The glass was completely shattered and the doors were nowhere to be found, the hinges bent and twisted as if something had torn them free. Long rows of scratches lined the brick outside, forming jagged trenches through the mortar and disappearing around the entryway.

“Funny,” said Edward, whispering for Kate to hear. “This is where we first met.”

Kate paused to let the fact sink in. She smiled, remembering the day fondly, something as simple as waiting in line for a serving of lasagna, while chatting with a stranger about the correct way to pronounce the dinning halls name. The smile faded just as quickly, however, when she realized they might die here as well. And to think, she’d never even had the chance to see him naked. Kate pushed the thought away as soon as it popped into her mind. While she hadn’t said it aloud earlier, she was clearly also under the same spell as the others when it came to her libido.

As usual, Edward was the first to enter, the others following quietly behind with weapons at the ready. It was immediately clear they’d found the right dining hall. The inside of the building was practically torn to pieces. Chairs and tables lay scattered at their feet, most of them little more than splinters. Water dripped slowly from a drink fountain, wedged firmly into the wall where it had probably been thrown. Plates and silverware cracked beneath their feet, leaving very little space for them to tread silently as they advanced in to the darkness.

Most alarming of all, however, was the gaping skylight above, an opening in the ceiling ten feet across, allowing just enough moonlight through the gap to illuminate a wide circle on the floor. This obviously wasn’t a feature included in the original design, and appeared to be carved through the roof on purpose. Edward wasn’t an engineer, but it didn’t appear to be structurally sound, the dip in the ceiling making him wary of stepping any closer.

“What’s up with the giant hole in the roof?” asked Kate, keeping her voice to a whisper.

“Isn’t it obvious?” came a voice from the darkness, freezing them all in their tracks.

Edward brought his gun and flashlight around to where the voice seemed to have come from. The doors to the kitchen, like all the rest, had also been ripped from their hinges. Standing in that dark corridor, just beyond the reach of Edward’s waning light, stood a broad silhouette, the shine of two hungry eyes peering back at them. The figure stepped forward, slowly coming into view as he entered the light.

While they’d been expecting a monster, the man moving slowly in their direction was a beast in his own right. He was ripped from head to toe, with enormous pecks and biceps and shoulders broad enough to explain the lack of doors in his hideout. Thick blonde hair stretched down past his shoulders, with a matching beard that gave him a viking-like appearance. More alarmingly, he wasn’t wearing a single shred of clothing, revealing that every part of him was big and scary. Apart from his facial hair, his body was completely bare and lacking anything one might classify as fur, a detail Savannah was quick to notice as she took in the view, fear alone preventing her from salivating.

He continued to approach, seemingly unfazed by the gun now aimed at his face. As he neared the circle of moonlight he came to a pause, preferring to remain in the shadows. He waited for an answer, eyes passing over each of them with burning curiosity and unmistakable hunger.

“I’m afraid not,” Edward replied. That didn’t mean he was without his suspicions.

Rather than speak the answer aloud, the newcomer began to approach once more, this time skirting around the edge of the circle, keeping just out of reach of the moonlight. The group instinctively began to walk in the opposite direction, failing to see the trap being laid at their feet.

Slowly, he extended his arm, reaching into the rays of light pouring through the hole. From fingertip to elbow, they watched in horror as the arm became something else entirely, shifting seamlessly into the nightmare they’d come to expect. Human nails became razor sharp claws, fingers stretching to uncanny lengths at the end of an arm covered in a thick carpet of black fur. This was the beast they’d been expecting, revealed only in the light of the full moon and vanishing instantly the moment his arm fell back to his side.

“How about now?” asked the werewolf, his lips twisting into a grin.

Too late, Edward realized how foolish they’d been in just a few short seconds. The monster had pushed them away from the door, the only exit now halfway between them. There was no doubt who would win that race if they tried to flee. Edward kept the revelation to himself, deciding it best not to alarm the others.

“Do you have a name? It would be nice to call you something besides Mister Werewolf,” asked Savannah.

His eyes fell on her, and for a brief moment Savannah recognized the look. It was hunger, but not for her flesh, that burned behind them. Something stirred in Savannah’s chest, a warmth that spread quickly between her legs, growing hotter the longer he held his gaze. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned his head back and sniffed the air. Long, deep breaths that Savannah knew would somehow reveal her naughty secret.

When his gaze returned, he made no mention of anything her scent might have revealed, but his smile did grow wider. “That’s funny. In all the time I’ve been here, never has my dinner asked for my name.” His eyes flicked to Edward, and the gun still held at the ready. He laughed, a throaty rumble that echoed throughout the empty space like thunder. “Unless you carry silver in those casings, you’re wasting your time.” Still, Edward held the gun steady, just in case the wolf was bluffing.

“Oh, you wouldn’t want to eat us,” said Kate. “We’re college students. The only things we consume are alcohol and ramen noodles. Not a very nutritious meal for either of us.”

The wolf laughed again, eyes wandering over all of them but lingering subtly on Savannah for just a few seconds too long. “On the contrary, eating you sounds like the perfect way to spend my evening.”

Savannah was certain he meant more than just filling his belly, the images now running through her mind impossible to push away.

“My name is Victor, if you really care to know.” He crossed his arms, staring at them curiously across the glow. “But you didn’t come here just to learn my name. Perhaps you’re suicidal? Clearly you’re not of this world, but I can’t imagine final exams are horrifying enough to send you to death’s door.”

“Depends on the class,” said Kate.

Victor laughed once more before answering. “Tell me — while your throats are still intact — what brings you to my lair so willingly?”

“A scavenger hunt,” Winston replied.

No laughter, but Victor did look quite amused. “Not the answer I was expecting.”

“Like you said, we’re not from this world,” Winston continued. “We’ve been trapped here by a witch, and the only way back home is to finish her little game before midnight, collecting items along the way.”

“What sort of items?” Victor asked, genuinely curious.

“A siren’s scale, a vampire’s fang, and a mummy’s eye,” answered Luke.

“And a werewolf’s hair,” finished Kate. “That’s why we’re here.”

“Oh my, that’s quite a collection you’ve amassed so far. They gave you these items willingly, did they?”

“Not exactly,” Alice answered. “The scale we got by force. The others…we made a trade.”

“A trade?” Victor asked. “What could you possibly have traded for those items?”

“Favors,” said Alice, hoping to leave it at that. She’d already had to endure her friend’s judgment. She wasn’t fond of the idea of enduring a stranger’s. “Will you help us?” She hoped the request would derail any further inquiries into their evening’s activities.

Victor laughed again. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, little kitty, but I’m all good on favors. There’s nothing you could offer that I’d want more than a nice meal.”

Sensing danger in his voice, Savannah reacted quickly. She subtly lifted the hem of her skirt, pretending to fidget with the silk while revealing a generous amount of leg for his hungry eyes. Batting her lashes and biting her lip, she implored him one last time, hoping to find a solution that didn’t involve his teeth around her throat.

“Surely there must be something you desire,” she asked, her voice soft and sultry as she fought away the fear growing in her stomach.

Kate caught on next to her. “What are you doing?” she asked, but Savannah ignored the question.

“After all, it’s just a tiny lock of hair. That’s not so much to ask for, is it?” Savannah nibbled her bottom lip as she stepped closer.

Victor’s cold eyes swept over the curves of her body. He sniffed the air once more, smiling when something pleasant met his nostrils.

“Savannah,” Edward started, but she raised her hand to silence him. This was her decision to make, and if it kept them alive, she was willing to do her part. Besides, a burning desire had been raging in her ever since she’d landed in this world, and Victor’s naked body looked plenty capable of satisfying that lust. So long as he stayed out of the moonlight, of course. A shiver ran down her arms as a horrifying image crossed her mind, but she continued to step toward him.

Her friends remained anxiously quiet behind her back, most of them trying desperately to think of any other solution to their problem. Their silence only confirmed what she already knew, that this was their best chance of getting the item they needed.

“Sav, you don’t have to do this,” pleaded Alice, watching as her friend made the final steps across the moonlight.

Savannah kept her eyes on Victor’s, but she smiled nonetheless. “You’ve had your fun for the evening, Alice. Let me have mine.”

Before anyone could reply, Victor reached for her body, his hands passing into the moonlight briefly as clawed hands took hold of Savannah’s waist. She could feel the prickle against her skin, the thin fabric of her dress offering little protection from the sharp points of his nails. The pain was temporary, disappearing instantly as he pulled her back into the shadows. The others watched helplessly as his massive arms engulfed her, pulling her slender body against his own. His skin was warm through the silk, a brutal reminder of the chills still running through her core.

“You smell good,” Savannah whispered, forgetting about her friends as Victor’s massive hands began to explore the curves of her back, sliding further and further south until they found the gentle slope of her ass.

“As do you,” he whispered back. “I could smell you from the moment you entered the door.”

“Is that why you couldn’t take your eyes off me?” Savannah teased, adding a girlish squeal as his hands gripped tight to her bottom.

“Pheromones have certainly been rampant tonight, yours included,” he whispered, teasing a moan from her lips as he nibbled at her ear. “But do you really want to know why I’ve had my eye on you?”

“Tell me.”

Victor pulled her into a kiss, his tongue parting her lips and searching for her own. She offered it willingly, wrapping her arms around him as she pulled into the embrace. He gave his answer only when the kiss was finished, several seconds later.

“I’ve always wanted to play the role of Big Bad Wolf to a sexy little Red Riding Hood like yourself.”

Savannah giggled. “Is this the part where I say ‘my, what a big cock you have,’ and you reply with something cheesy like ‘all the better to fuck you with?'”

Victor grinned. “If I remember the story correctly, it’s the eating that comes first.”

Before she could say anything further, Savannah found herself squealing with surprised pleasure, as one of Victor’s massive hands left her rear just long enough to slip below her skirt and take hold of her lacy panties, ripping them from her body in one swift motion. There was a gentle sting along her hip, but she’s given little time to dwell on the pain before those massive hands took hold of her ass once more, lifting her tiny frame all the way up to his head. She squealed again, legs dangling helplessly over his shoulders as he buried his face between them.

His tongue immediately went to work, forcing moans and sighs from Savannah’s lips with expert precision as he teased her clit with slippery flicks. She’d watched from the sidelines as Luke performed his oral magic with the vampire, thinking to herself how lucky that girl had been. Now she understood, her fingers teasing through her hair as he held her in place, working her body like an instrument.

Savannah moaned louder as Victor’s tongue parted her folds to taste her from within, her juices flowing heavy down his beard as he devoured her. The others watched helplessly from the side, praying Savannah didn’t get eaten in a more literal fashion. So far, she’d clearly enjoyed the ride, her squeals echoing in the empty darkness as he warmed her up for the main event.

Greedy for more, Savannah pouted when her body fell back to earth once more, steady in his massive arms as they carefully lowered her to her feet. Her disappointment was short lived, however, when her eyes fell between his legs, his cock now rock-hard and swinging heavy in the air between them. Without hesitation, Savannah fell to her knees and took him in her tiny hands. She tried wrapping her fingers around his shaft, a mixture of fear and delight flooding her mind when her fingertips failed to meet on the other side.

“I hope you don’t mind an audience,” Victor growled, his eyes flickering to the group standing behind her. The thought of them watching only added to her arousal.

Savannah answered by taking him in to her mouth, her lips stretching carefully around his girth while keeping her teeth at a safe distance. With her mouth full, she slid her hand beneath her skirt, playing with herself as she teased the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Her muffled moans were overshadowed by his groans of pleasure, her hungry lips taking half his length while her one free hand stroked her own saliva up and down his remaining inches.

Gently sucking with every bob of her head, Savannah listened closely to the sounds of breathing, careful not to take him too far. Her fingers were a pale comparison to the wonders his cock could perform inside her body, and while the thought of filling her mouth with his cum wasn’t terribly unappealing, she’d much prefer to feel it throbbing between her legs.

Sensing his impending climax, Savannah released him from her grasp, staring into those longing eyes and teasing him with a grin as she continued to stroke his shaft. “You’re gonna want to get this thing inside me while it’s nice and slippery,” she said, climbing to her feet and half expecting him to force her back on her knees to finish the job.

Instead, Victor began to search the area nearby. A lone table remained standing, just a few steps away. He quickly grabbed it in one hand, pulling it forcefully on its three remaining legs until it slammed to a halt against a nearby column. Impatient, Savannah latched on to Victor once more, pulling herself close as he kissed her passionately, hands clinging tight to her hourglass waist.

“Have I earned a lock of hair yet?” Savannah asked, biting her lip as she waited for Victor to lay her willing body across the flimsy table and fuck her until it collapsed.

“Not yet, but we’re getting there.”

His hand passed through her long and curly hair, pulling it into a knot while gently turning her body away. Though she’d been expecting a different position entirely, Savannah had no qualms with getting fucked from behind, bending over the table willingly and wiggling her ass in submission, waiting for him to claim her body. She could see her friends now, could see the concern in their eyes as they watched their careless companion tempt fate with a dangerous predator. If only they knew how badly she needed this, to feel the heat of orgasm flowing through her body.

Victor’s boot pushed against her ankle, spreading her stance even further before sliding a single finger into her waiting pussy. Savannah moaned into the table, knees wobbling as she braced for support. He left her body soon after, the sound of her moans intertwined with the sucking of his lips as he tasted her one last time. The tickle of her own arousal ran down her leg as she waited patiently for him to take her, resisting the urge to beg as he slowly teased her folds with the tip of his cock, coating the surface in her juices.

He pressed firmly against her opening. She couldn’t see the way he stared at her friends, a smile stretching wide across his face as he slowly pushed inside. Savannah’s reaction was immediate, her moans filling the room once more as she accepted his many inches into her greedy body. Victor held tight to her hips as he fully seated himself into her depths, savoring the pleasure for just a few seconds before giving Savannah the brutal fucking her body craved.

His thrusts were quick and powerful, hips slamming into her supple ass as he drove his cock between her lips over and over. Savannah squealed as pleasure overwhelmed her senses, feeling so tiny and submissive in his clutches as Victor fucked her like the animal hidden beneath his skin. She could feel her friends watching as she moaned and sighed with every thrust, could hear the boys whispering about something as they stared. She hoped they were enjoying the show, knowing how unbearably horny they must be, having witnessed two of their gorgeous companions pleasure themselves with cocks that weren’t their own. The same way she felt while watching Luke have his…

She heard mention of the roof, but any attempt to focus on the conversation was forced from her mind every time Victor’s cock sank back into her body. She could hear the worry in their voices, but the pleasure was too intense, and her needs were so very close to being fulfilled. Her orgasm was just around the corner, just a few more seconds and she’d be covering Victor’s shaft in its slippery aftermath.

Edward watched anxiously as a razor-thin crack began to form in the ceiling above. Victor threw his entire strength into every thrust, Savannah’s moans encouraging him at her own peril. The table was barely standing on its three remaining legs, pinned between the column and Savannah’s hips. Her thighs would surely be sore and bruised if she made it out alive.

For a few brief seconds, Savannah forgot all her fear and ignored the panicked shouts of her friends. She forgot about the scavenger hunt and the possibility of never seeing her home again. She forgot everything, except how unbelievably good it felt to have a cock sliding in and out of her body, over and over and over. She’d never been fucked this hard before, wasn’t sure if it was even humanly possible. And when she came, her orgasm was proportionally intense.

Savannah raked her nails across the smooth surface of the table, mouth open in a silent moan as the first of many contractions assaulted her body with delightful bliss. Her legs trembled until they threatened to collapse, the werewolf still holding her tight against the table as he continued to pound her from behind, driving wave after wave of ecstasy through her nervous system. She tried to arch her back, taking a single breath of air to replace the oxygen she’d moaned free of her lungs. That’s when she felt the throbbing.

The sensation was unmistakable, one she’d felt countless times with the handful of lovers she’d allowed to finish inside her. This was simply a more powerful version, one that threatened to rekindle her fading orgasm as Victor filled her pussy with his pearly warmth. The endless pulsing of his shaft continued until something warm and sticky began to trickle down Savannah’s thigh, her body no longer able to accommodate his entire gift. Having drained his body of everything he had, Victor slowly withdrew, smiling through his exhaustion as Savannah moaned one final time. If only that pleasure would last.

The sounds of ripping plaster suddenly filled the room, along with several shrieks. Seven pairs of eyes watched as a large chunk of ceiling began to fold, bits of foam tile and broken masonry falling all around the entangled lovers. Savannah braced for impact, certain the entire roof would soon collapse on her tiny frame. Seconds passed, but the impact never came.

She opened her eyes, glancing at the hole above. A long strip of roofing dangled above her head, hanging like a guillotine ready to end her precious life. She shifted her gaze to her friends once more, hoping to find them safe and sound. They were staring back, looks of horror covering their faces. Edward slowly lifted his hands, bringing the sights of his pistol level with his eye. She didn’t understand, not until it was too late.

Clawed fingers slammed into the wood beside her left cheek, a startled scream fleeing her lips as realization took over. Victor held tight to her hip with his other hand, the familiar prickle of those jagged nails reminding Savannah how easily he could tear her apart. The sounds of passionate breathing were replaced with snarls, followed by the most chilling sound Savannah could ever hear while placed in such a vulnerable position.

The others flinched as Victor howled at the moon above, the damaged ceiling open just enough to bath him in the moons light. They watched helplessly as their friend came to the horrible realization she would likely die in just a few short seconds. Edward kept the sights on target, but didn’t pull the trigger.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Kate. “Shoot him!”

“I can’t!” he replied. “Savannah is too close, I might accidentally hit her!”

Savannah didn’t dare look back, knowing that if she did the last sight she’d ever see would be a living nightmare. The only certainty at this point was death, and hopefully it would be quick and painless. She shut her eyes tight and waited, but the bite never came, nor does the ripping of claws or the tearing of limbs. She only heard the sound of panting, and realized that even in his beastly form, Victor was still recovering from his orgasm.

Suddenly, she was pushed against the table, a single clawed hand taking hold of her back and pinning her against the wood. What little air she’d managed to breath was quickly forced from her lungs once more as the werewolf stared down at her bare throat, the snarls growing louder as it slowly regained control of his body.

“You’ve got a clear shot now,” Luke whispered to Edward. With Savannah flat against the table and Victor’s wolfy form lurking high above, Edward knew the odds were much higher he’d hit the intended target. Still, he kept his finger off the trigger.

“If these bullets won’t kill him, they’ll only piss him off,” he explained, keeping his voice low. “She’s not in a good position to deal with an enraged werewolf.”

“She’s not in a good position to deal with any kind of werewolf,” Luke argued. Still, Edward didn’t fire.

Bullets or not, Savannah realized her time was quickly running out. As adrenaline flooded her veins, a sudden thought occured to her, one that could be her only hope of survival. She quickly reached for the pocket of her skirt, searching for the tiny can of pepper spray she’d taken from Edward earlier. Her fingers wrapped around the cold aluminum just as those massive claws took hold of her hips once more, twisting her body on top of the table and granting her a full view of the monster above. The teeth were bigger than she expected, saliva dripping from those snarling lips as Victor’s amber eyes locked on to the tender flesh of her throat, ready to strike.

Savannah took her shot, raising the canister quickly as her thumb slammed down on the trigger, sending a stream of water and pepper oil across those hungry eyes. The reaction was instantaneous, the werewolf releasing her from its grip in order to shield its face, swiping its claws at her chest as it took a few steps back. But Savannah was just as quick, sliding forward and off the table just seconds before the attack. The claws met only thin air, centimeters from her cheek.

She knew this was her only chance to run, but there was still one thing left to do. With the wolf still blind, Savannah stretched to take a mass of fur between her fingers, snatching hard as she rolled out of his reach, predicting another swipe of those dangerous claws.

The werewolf howled in pain and missed once more, but Savannah’s luck was quickly running dry. She kept her eyes on the beast as she shuffled backward on her ass. His eyes were open now, stinging from the spray and full of anger as they turned on her. Terror filled her chest, realizing there was no way she could outrun the monster bearing down on her.

Gunshots ripped through the air. For a moment, Savannah was certain that Edward was trying to kill the beast before it could end her life. The wolf turned its attention to the new threat, jaws snapping in anger as the gun continued to snap back. Savannah turned as well, only to find that Edward wasn’t aiming at the monster, but instead appeared to be shooting the ceiling.

Edward kept his sights on target, counting the rounds with every squeeze of the trigger. The dangling section of roof was held aloft by nothing more than a single damaged beam of wood. Splinters fly with every shot, his hands steady as he tried to carve as much of the wood free before his ammo ran dry.

He was quickly down to the last bullet, suddenly confronted with a dangerous choice. Should he stay the course and hope this final bullet finished the job, or should he switch targets and try to kill the beast? Edward had never cared much for poker, but he knew a bluff when he saw it. Victor hadn’t appeared to be bluffing when he mentioned silver bullets earlier. With one last prayer to himself, he pulled the trigger, wondering if he’d even have time to reload before the werewolf caught up to him.

The wood splintered from the impact, and then splintered some more, a loud crack echoing throughout the room. The beam managed to hold the weight of the roof for just a few seconds longer, but quickly surrendered to the laws of gravity. The wolf looked up to watch the structure bearing down on him, lifting his arms to protect his face just before the rubble made impact.

Savannah shuffled backward as fast as she could, narrowly avoiding the rubble herself. The werewolf howled in pain beneath a cloud of dust, but her only thought was of escape. She screamed when something took hold of her arm, but turned to find that Winston and Luke had rushed forward to pull her to safety.

“Let’s go!” Edward shouted, already pushing the others to the door. “That thing is still alive, and I don’t want to be here when it crawls out of that debris!”

No further encouragement was needed. They rushed past, eager to get a head start before an angry werewolf decided to hunt them down. They made it outside and kept running, determined to put as much distance between them and the beast as possible. Savannah struggled, attempting to run in heels and on legs that were still trembling. Winston swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms and somehow managing to keep up with the others. They didn’t stop until they made it almost back to the library, sheltering inside an empty lab building as they caught their breath.

They listened for the sounds of pursuit, hearing nothing but silence. If the werewolf had managed to free himself by now, he didn’t seem to be chasing them down just yet. With any bit of luck, Victor would limp back to the shadows to rest and lick his wounds. But just in case their luck wasn’t so favorable, Edward pulled a fresh magazine from his belt and locked it into his pistol, releasing the slide to chamber a round.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO