In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... minus some post-mortem twitches.

“Fuck, that’s loud!” Sam hissed as he and Sorine got to their feet. “It might be a good idea to make some earplugs.”

“Let’s just hope the noise didn’t draw more,” said Sorine, rubbing her ears.

“On the plus side, we know that silver definitely works on them,” Volker said as he opened his shotgun and removed the spent casing.

No sooner had he replaced it did Sorine’s fears come to pass. More demons appeared, crawling up and down walls and closing in from all sides. One came for Sam, and this time, when he swung his axe, he buried the blade in the monster’s shoulder, bringing it to its knees while crying in agony. He pulled out a silver-imbued knife and began stabbing its head frantically, each time drawing more smoke. Another demon tackled him, but upon touching his silver protection, it pulled its hands away, hissing from the severe burns on its fingers. Sam raised his axe and hacked the demon to pieces, giving it no chance to fight back.

Nearby, Sorine was stabbing demons through the chest with her pitchfork, keeping them still. In her other hand, she held a sickle lined with silver and slashed at the monsters’ heads, carving through flesh and brain matter. Like Sam, her swings were frantic and fast, but it was more than just fear and desperation driving her. The way she screamed in exertion revealed the fury within her.

Further down the line, Volker was blasting the demons with his shotgun. The silver rounds blew the ...

... monsters’ torsos open and melted their flesh, sending their liquifying tissue splattering against every surface like ink. His head throbbed from each thunder-like boom, but he powered through and focused on reloading as fast as possible. Eventually, the battle was over, and all fell silent. The three stared at each other, not saying anything and gasping for air. Their clothes were filthy with demon gore. They were victorious, but why didn’t they feel any relief?

Sam picked up his torch. “Come on, let’s finish this.”

They continued on through the tunnel, but what they hoped would be a straightforward descent to the temple was growing in complexity with each step. The ancient cultists had taken full advantage of the winding cave system and incorporated it into their designs, creating a maze to trap intruders like the tombs of pharaohs. Volker claimed to have a map of the network, but its reliability was proving spotty. In every passage and chamber, ancient skulls watched the trio get turned around, listened to them argue, and smelled their fear and desperation.

While the labyrinth wore down their mental fortitude, the beasts of the darkness preyed on their stamina. Rathodor’s spawn frequently ambushed the trio, and fighting so often with such heavy cargo on their backs was draining. Volker was even forced to retire his shotgun and conserve his ammo, relying instead on a pair of silver knives. Fatigue resulted in clumsiness, clumsiness resulted in injury, and injuries further ...