It took Pueblo a few seconds to take in his surroundings. The first thing he realised was that he felt bruised all over; the second was that his clothes were waterlogged, even more than before, from the quicksand; and the third, was that he had landed on his front and was lying on a large, uncomfortable stone.
No, wait… In his disoriented state, he shifted his weight. The stone didn't move. He was lying on his own fucking erection.
Mots clés humor humour demons unconscious portals knocked-out pueblo quicksand
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