Now the thing is the basilisk had been observing Issac keenly,so when it saw Issac engage in the abnormal
act of drooling out of his maw its
inner
"basky danger sense" started to tingle and it beat a hasty retreat and went off to find more normal prey.
Run away
and live to fight
another day
as they say
Which meant it never bothered switching off that
"lust switch" it had turned on in Issac
and every 30 seconds Issac moaned as another orgasm swept over him.
Ilvir ,still stuck in the rubble
kept calling to Issac to help him
but Issac's mind seemed to have
gone AWOL.
Finally some pleasurable moans escaped Issac's maw
but he seemed oblivious to the fact the ceiling,already damaged,was forming cracks
and dribbling small stones here and there as the ceiling,10 stories above them seemed to sag in slowly.
Perhaps the basilisk had been looking at that celing as well?
It seemed a good time to Ilvir to get
the flying bleep out of here and so
with super-monster adrenaline
Ilvir freed himself and dragged a still orgasming
Issac deeper into the next chamber just before the ceiling
caved in with a massive
Ilvir looked around to make sure there weren't any basilisks in the chamber.
No live ones anyway
but plenty of dusty basilisk skeletons lay here and there amidst a countless army of petrified
demons,dragons,ogres.goblins and wizards and their students