HSA-366: The Sign

By Quixerotic

Once again thrown into a search for a missing artifact, Agent Wilson and Agent Sunrich travel to an isolated island town in Louisiana where sinister machinations are coming to fruition. With the town transformed into sex hungry hybrids, Wilson realizes he and his partner have been lured into a trap of Accalian design.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Oct 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463791677

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-366: The Sign

Quixerotic

Copyright 2021 by Quixerotic Publishing

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HSA-366: The Sign

by Quixerotic

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Around them, the others fucked with abandon. With each thrust, the men lost themselves more to their slavish desire, and the women thrummed to an unspoken mantra pervading their thoughts. Breed.

Does every town in this country have a secret HSA hospital tucked away somewhere? Agent Wilson shifted on his bed, rolling up to his side. He examined his hands, recalling the feeling of holding the resonant chime between them. He’d never thought that friction was capable of expressing an emotion, but felt pretty sure the dying vibrations of the chime quite literally burned him with hatred. Leaving the small chapel as swarms of HSA agents rolled past him, he’d had bits of his skin dangling from his palms. And now, they were whole and healed, if a little discolored where the new flesh had grown. He didn’t want to think about how the HSA had created the wonder drug. It certainly came from some artifact research.

Across the small room, Agent Sunrich laid on her side. She was back to not talking much. A different wonder drug fixed her tinnitus and exploded ear drum from having a gun go off beside her ear. In the van that spirited them away from #477, she’d held his bloody hands in hers and whispered thanks while squeezing her eyes shut. Wilson frowned. The meds could heal her ear, but so far they’d not offered anything to take memories out of their heads.

A phone by his bed rang. Wilson sighed, flexed his healed fingers, and picked up the antique receiver. Agent Wilson, he said.

Good to see you’re up and about, came the jovial voice of Sub-Director Carlan. The giant man had apparently disappeared to a considerably safer distance once things at the chapel got underway. I’ve been told they’ve patched the both of you up.

More or less, Wilson agreed. Have they mentioned where we are?

Ah, you have to cut them some slack, Marcus. Everyone’s so accustomed to cloak and dagger that something as mundane as a hospital is kept top secret. Not everyone can spend their time chasing devils. Some of them need to be able to go home and have a full night’s rest. Best we keep the horrors away from the fellow in charge of stitching you back together, huh?

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