Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace | Episode Six | The Creeping Moss From The Shores of Shuggoth
He whisked off her shoes and panties in one movement, wild like an enraged shark, his bulky totem beating a seductive rhythm. Mary’s body felt like it was burning, even though the room was properly air conditioned. They tried all the positions; on top, doggy and normal. Exhausted they collapsed on to the recently extended sofa bed. Then a hell beast ate them.