Chapter 58: DOWN TO THE HELLHOLE — PART 2.
Blood trickled from Savier’s nose, but he was smilling through it, eyes watering in pure idiot bliss.
"Sit harder, Queen! Crush me like a bug!"
Johnquis leaned over the edge, deadpan. All he saw were Savier’s feet flailing like dying fish and Dancer perched on his shoulders like a gargoyle from hell.
"Disgusting bastard."
Johnquis muttered. He pushed off the lip, cape snapping as he shot down after them.
He landed last, slamming onto the muddy tunnel floor. A meter ahead, Dancer was still comfortably parked on Savier’s shoulders, her claws scraping the rust as if bored. Savier was spread-eagled under her, breathless, nose bleeding freely, eyes glazed and stupidly happy.
"More! Do it again—"
Savier wheezed, trying to nuzzle her butt with his busted mouth. "She’s heaven, Johnkiss—she’s—aaah—"
Johnquis stalked over, grabbed Dancer’s flank, and physically lifted her off Savier’s face. She let out a pissed-off huff but didn’t resist, dropping to all fours beside him like a cat denied its toy.
Savier just lay there on the cold tunnel floor, groping at the air. "Bring her back. One more time. Just one—"
Johnquis flicked a gob of blood off Savier’s nose with two fingers. "Get up before I chain you to her heel and drag you like bait."