HSA-477: Resonance

By Quixerotic

The stolen artifacts continue to cause problems for Agent Wilson and Agent Sunrich. They follow their lead to an isolated religious community that has recently been reunited with their cult obsession. With the missing artifact returned to him after many years, the high priest Zachariah plans to finally lead his congregation into carnal damnation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Oct 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005470692

Quixerotic

I have always enjoyed a particular type of erotica, stories where lust and carnal desire overwhelm reason, driving away the trappings of the real world as ecstatic fantasy takes over. My writing strives to tell such stories in rich worlds of dark fantasy, far flung science fiction, or apocalyptic inevitability, finding the kinky fun under every rock or at the end of every winding corridor.

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HSA-477: Resonance

Quixerotic

Copyright 2021 by Quixerotic Publishing

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HSA-477: Resonance

by Quixerotic

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Across the room, Sol flopped back on the pew, hiking up her dress to shove fingers in herself. The others yanked at their clothes, trying to peel out of them and yet lacking any logic to assist them. Sol grinned as she listened to the myriad of voices in the sound. She joined them, My pussy wants cock! Fill me up! Cum inside me! Make of me a breed slave! Make of me a fat titted cow! My holes are hot and wet and waiting for cum! Fuck me and feel the divinity of god!

The hills surprised Carly. She’d never been far outside of her hometown until going to Nebraska. That drive went through flat lands of endless dying corn crops, and Agent Wilson did the driving. For the return east, he’d chosen to sleep in the passenger’s seat, snoring slightly as his head pressed against the glass. Carly didn’t mind. At first, it was a boring drive back across bumpy farmland, but after a few hours the land sloped upward. It bubbled up into hills until she was twisting up into the Ozarks. It gave her the opportunity to think, which she initially believed would be helpful. Instead, she felt suffocated by the memories and desperately wanted to wake up Wilson and pester him with more questions.

Less than a month earlier, she’d been a bar waitress in the small town of Birchdale. Agent Wilson wandered into her bar and stole her away to a life of intrigue and horror. Since she met him, she’d discovered her high school friends transformed into pornographic bimbos, shortly before they were consumed by a cursed VHS tape. Lots of interviews and paperwork later, she’d been assigned to Wilson as his new partner, a fact which rattled in her head much like a numb limb feels present and yet useless. It certainly didn’t feel like it had been her decision, or Wilson’s for that matter. She’d simply gone with him, and that was that.

A week later, she watched two women burn from the inside out. Well, not women, an ifrit and its slave. Agent Wilson killed the monster