“Yes ma'am." He may not have been in possession of his full strength, but he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. He had been with some hot women in his life, but females like Anya . . . well, you were lucky to run across one in a lifetime. His hands were gripping her invisible flesh, which was a trip all by itself. Having his dick disappear on the down-strokes . . . that would take some getting used to. He slid his hands upward, clinging to her skin until her found her soft breasts. He heard her moan as he found and tweaked her nipples and thrust his hips upward, his balls slapping against her transparent butt cheeks.

"That is just so weird," he muttered as he saw his testicles bouncing against . . . nothing.

Anya started riding her lover harder.

“C'mon baby," she groaned. She held his hands against her tits as she bounced up and down on his pounding hips. She felt all the right parts of her body tighten.

For a moment, Croc was wondering if his good eye was playing tricks on him. He thought he saw light from the window reflecting off droplets of nothingness. ‘No,’ he thought. ‘It's her sweat.' And the minute amount of sweat that became visible as Anya climaxed was floating around her face. He felt her squeezing his cock with her delighted pussy, and he quickly blew his load deep inside her.

Thankfully, he DIDN'T see his seed floating around like a sexual lava lamp.

Croc felt a kiss on his cheek as his penis reappeared and he felt a weight vanishing from the bed.

“Take care," Anya's voice purred.

"See you tomorrow.”

“Yes, but will I see you?"

For a moment, Anya appeared in all her nude glory, and she was smiling. Then she vanished. But for that moment, Croc's one good eye had enjoyed the view.

Talia caught Red in a huge hug when the Strays that had remained in Springfield met up with their returning comrades at the old Den. She noticed that while Jane looked more at peace, she still stood a step behind Red . . . her protector. ‘Maybe that's just who she is,' the lycanthrope thought.

“I missed you," she said to the red-haired warrior.

"Don't go getting soft on me," Red replied, obviously not all that offended.

“Where the hell is everyone?" she asked. She was looking around for her brother, hoping he hadn't gotten himself in trouble again.

Talia looked nervous.

"A lot has happened in the last couple of days Red. The trouble has gotten worse."

“Worse?! We killed the damn Shoggoth! How could things be getting worse?!"

Tarloh hated this. These two pilgrims deserved a rest as much as anyone. But there was no time.

"The Shoggoth had a boss. This boss is looking to finish the job its servant started."

Red shook her head.

“An Elder God? How the fuck are we supposed to fight that?" She was clenching her fists. She and Jane weren't completely recovered from their fight with the Dark One. But she would fight if she needed to.

“We may not have to fight it," Talia said, trying to convey some sense of hope.

“Lothar came up from Los Angeles. He'd . . . found out new information." Talia went on to explain everything from Lothar's visit to the decision to send most of the remaining Strays after the Raptors and to try and locate the magical jewel known as the Heaven's Eye.