Page 51 of Coven of Corpses

“Oh fuck,” Cody said “He’s dead. Oh, shit. I bet Lucia is going to blame this on us.”

“Oh, man. This is going to crush Tracey,” Demetrius said.

“Yeah,” Cody agreed.

“Oh, shit.” Demetrius looked around, heart pounding. “Does that mean the demon’s dead? And where’s Baron?” He walked into the clearing and looked all around. Baron was nowhere in sight. “How did he get away so fast?” He turned back. “Do you think he got possessed?”

“I don’t know. But seeing as how he’s a witch and vanished in front of us yesterday, I’m going to assume he blipped himself out of here before the Heath demon managed to work his magic.”

“Why wasn’t he able to possess one of us?” Demetrius asked.

Cody came up beside him and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a hex bag and held it up. “I brought my Grandma’s hex bag with me when we got out of the truck.”

Demetrius smiled and reached over into the pocket of the jacket he’d put on that morning, and pulled out the hex bag he’d dug up from behind their house. “Me, too.”

“It must have been enough to deflect the possession,” Cody said.

“But not enough to keep from fucking up something else.” Demetrius looked down, into his own face. “This is strange.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Demetrius stuffed the hex bag in his jacket pocket and put his head in his hands. “This is beyond fucked up.”

“Yep. And now we’re going to have to figure out how to get this reversed.”

“But how? And with who?”

“We need to be careful who we tell about this,” Cody said, and Demetrius couldn’t look away from the earnestness in the expression on his face. It was strange seeing himself in three dimensions.

“What do you mean?”

“We can’t just run and tell everyone we’ve swapped bodies. We’ll get hauled off to the looney bin.”

“You’ve got a point. But we’re going to need help.”

“True. But let’s get home and talk it through first.” He reached down to press a hand over his crotch. “Did you have to pee this bad when all of this started?”

“Oh, yeah. But there was no time to go.”

“All right, I need to pee. Sorry, you need to pee.” He turned away—dear God, was the bald spot on his head really that fucking big?—then looked back. “Um, is it okay if I touch your dick and stuff?”

“And stuff?”

Cody sighed and rolled his eyes. “May I touch your body in its intimate places during bodily functions?”

“Yes, for God’s sake. Just go pee before you piss my pants.”

Now that Cody had mentioned the need to pee, Demetrius had to go as well. Or, Cody’s body had to go. He turned to face a tree and stood for a moment. This was going to be really strange. And also, in a very weird way, sort of hot.

He unzipped Cody’s jeans and reached inside, pulling the elastic of Cody’s briefs down. His cock was big, even soft, the bush full as it brushed against his hand. His fingers were cold, and he sucked in a breath at his own touch. It was strange to watch himself pee from so far up. And with a different dick in a much larger hand than he was used to. When he finished, he stood and stroked himself a few times, squeezing out the last drops of pee and marveling at the fact he was now running Cody’s body.

“Are you jerking me off?”

“What?” Demetrius jumped and quickly tucked himself away, being careful with the zipper. “No. I had to pee, too.”

“Looked like you were kind of…” Cody gestured down by Demetrius’s crotch. “Stroking me.”

Demetrius felt his cheeks burning and looked away. “We should go.” He paused, looking back at Heath’s body. “I feel bad leaving him out here.”