SoNic Cage, Chapter 13: Erotica by Moonlight

"SoNic, make love to me," begged SoNic's wife, sweat pouring down her supple nipples.

"Hang on, I just hit level 16 in this video game where I have to beat other people by blowing up the main building in their base," he replied.

"I'm wet for you, o mighty Ghostrider," she continued, her pleas unhindered as her perfumed flesh writhed on the bed behind him.

"Bam! Double kill!" SoNic exclaimed. "I just dropped those suckers faster than the twin towers. Did you see that?"

"Oh, you're so skilled," she cooed. "Hurry, come lick my skin. I long for your mouth all over me."

SoNic whirled around in his chair and looked at her. He was so sure that he had something important to be doing, but now it didn't matter. His mind was a miasma of doubt and anxiety.

"If it was me and the Metallica poster in our living room hanging off a cliff, and you could only save one, which would it be?" he demanded.

"I would let you die, so I could make love to your corpse for all time," she answered.

His mind flashed to Amy once more. Had he defeated her? Had he escaped? He couldn't recall.

He hoped she was gone forever.