Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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The woman pursed her lips and squeezed Daphne a little, making the girl let out a little squeak of pain.

When she did speak, her voice was like ice. Damien's voice could sometimes be dangerous and predatory, but hers was menacing in a way that he couldn't hope to replicate. "Sweetie, I think you had better think before you speak like that to me. You are in MY home, after all." Her hand went to Daphne's jaw and she squeezed, forcing the girl to open her mouth. Not breaking eye contact, she quickly grabbed one of the girl's front teeth and pulled it out in one swift motion. Daphne screamed, her hands going to her mouth as she almost crumpled in pain. The hand on her waist was the only thing keeping her on her feet at that point. They could see blood dripping through her fingers as the woman tossed the tooth at Cora's feet.

"Don't forget, your actions have consequences. I'm a forgiving woman, but I won't tolerate disrespect once you've been warned." She sighed and wiped the blood off her fingers on the heaving chest of Daphne who was sobbing quietly, albeit uncontrollably.

"Anyway..." Her eyes went back to Damien's. "I've known him all his life, and you? Cora, you've probably only known him for a month based on how you fawn on him. He has a nice body, I'll give him that, but that's all he's good for. You don't really know him. On the inside, he's twisted, unworthy. Have you told her about Toby yet, dear? Hm? How you made the wrong choice, my naive boy?"

If it was possible for Damien's face to go whiter, it would have. He shook his head and started breathing quickly. "I... that wasn't my fault. It wasn't-" Damien looked like she had knifed him in the gut. He sure felt like it too. Why did she have to bring that up now? Cora's words still echoed in his brain, but the way his mother spoke almost drowned her out. It was true, she didn't know.

Margaret grinned, seeing the way her words were so easily shutting him down. "I bet you fell for him as soon as that big cock made you cum for the third time. I wouldn't call it love, though. No. That's infatuation, dear. As for you, Damien, I don't think you love her either. I think you were so desperate for someone to show you a scrap of affection that you jumped at the first woman not to spit in your face. My love is unconditional, even if you don't deserve it."

 

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Cora's resolve crumbled as she pulled Daphne's tooth out like it was nothing. The bat clattered to the ground and a small noise came out of her own lips as she put her hands up in a pleading manner.

"Stop..." she squeaked. Tears were streaming down her face for Daphne, the poor women that they had drug into what seemed like the pits of hell. They should have left her out in the car, where she would have been safe.

"Please stop. I'm sorry."

She didn't dare move an inch, staring pleadingly into those purple eyes. She knew what she said was wrong, but at the moment someone else's life was on the line and she wasn't going to risk it further.

"What do you want? What do you want me to do?"

 

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She nodded approvingly, stroking Daphne's hair comfortingly like a mother might. Daphne shivered in her arms, obviously shocked that her tooth had been pulled so suddenly and without much provocation.

"I want you to undress Damien. Everything." Her eyes trailed down Damien's body and back up to his face before she licked her lips. "Then... I want you to let him tie you to that chair over there. If he doesn't tie you tightly, I'll know, and this little girl will lose three more teeth, and maybe a couple fingers if I'm especially annoyed."

Daphne shook her head and let out a choked, "no... please, just let us go..."

"Sh sh shhhh." The woman continued to pet her hair. "It's okay, I know Cora can be a good girl." Her vibrant purple eyes went to Cora, daring her to be defiant.

Damien backed up, a bit shocked that this was really happening.

 

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She closed her eyes as her chest heaves with sobs. She didn't want to do this, to hurt him like that, but if she didn't someone was going to get hurt. She opens her eyes and slowly turns around. Her eyes go up to Damien slowly and she mouths 'I'm so sorry' before she walks forward, her hands in tight balled fists by her sides.

As she approaches him, she has to quite literally force herself to reach out and touch him, feeling so dirty for what she was about to do. Her hands shake uncontrollably and it takes her a few attempts to even get a good grip on the bottom of his tank top.

"Please do something..." she whispers. She didn't want to do this to him, to be the tool that caused him pain.

Very slowly, she starts to lift his shirt, and despite the fact that she knew it was going to happen, she tries her best to block the site of his body behind her own for as long as she can.

 

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He reached out and took her hands in his, helping her to pull his shirt up and off of his muscled chest. Damien's expression was sympathetic, reaching out and wiping some tears from her cheeks before taking her hands once more and lowering them to his pants. He would do it himself, but he knew that his mother was very specific when she wanted something. She hadn't asked him to undress himself, she asked Cora to do it because she knew how hard it would be for her.

"It's okay." He said, giving her a small, sad smile. Damien didn't want this any more than she did, not only because it was hard for Cora, but also due to the direction this was going. He glanced at his mother, who gave an encouraging nod as she watched. His eyes appraised her, wondering if he could take her down. She had pulled out a tooth effortlessly, but then again he could probably do that too. It was unlikely that she was stronger than him, so as soon as she let Daphne go, he could try and overpower her. He didn't want Cora to have to see him kill her with his bare hands, but if it was necessary, he would do it.

 

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"No it's not" she sobbed, still keeping her voice low. Nothing about this was ok. They should have never come here, and not for something as stupid as some pills. They should have left and got the medication from a pharmacy when they were better prepared.

It was too late though, and now as she let him guide her hands to where they needed to be, she tried her best to do as she was told. She pulled his pants down off his hips, hating that she couldn't keep him from her filthy sight as she did so. Once she had his pants off, she reached up for his boxers. She hesitated only briefly, then pulled them down and let him step out of them as she stood, shaking.

Her eyes looked behind him, around the room, hoping beyond hope that there would be something, anything, that could help them escape.

 

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"We'll get through this," he whispered softly, a lump in his own throat. He didn't know whether they really would. What if his mother killed Cora when she was done with whatever sick thing she wanted him for? Damien couldn't stand the thought of losing her at all, though especially like that.

"You did a very good job, Cora. Now, go sit in the chair and let him tie you to it." Her voice was sweet and smug, as though she reveled in the fact that Cora had no choice in the matter. The woman's eyes looked hungry as she looked at his now-exposed body, Damien turning away from her and looking down at the floor.

It was now his turn to do something difficult, and he gently led Cora over to the chair, waiting for her to sit down in it.

 

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She wanted to believe him, she really did, but something told her this just wasn't going to end well.

She let him lead her to the chair, and she reluctantly sits down. She swallows hard before she looks up into those steel eyes. Her sobbing stops momentarily, but her lip still quivers and she can't wipe the expression off her face.

"I love you..."

She didn't care if Margaret heard her.

"I really do."

 

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God, the way she looked at him almost made him break. She looked so sad and hopeless, so worried for him. He almost wished that she didn't care as much as it would be so much easier for her to get through this if she didn't. As it was, part of him still cherished the words that came from her lips and he whispered back, "I love you too."

He leaned down and started to tie her to the chair. His hands were shaking slightly as he did so, though he tried not to draw attention to it. The ropes were tied tightly but not painfully. Damien wanted to satisfy his mother's demands, but he didn't want to hurt Cora. Once it was done, he turned to her and furrowed his brows. "There. It's done. What more do you want?"

Margaret walked over to her closet with Daphne, unlocking it with a key she took from between her breasts before pushing her in and locking the door after her. They started to hear thumps on the door as Daphne cried to be released. "Let me out! Please! Fucking Please!"

The woman had no change in expression as she went over to Damien, her hand reaching out and stroking his chest. "Mmm... You're so much more attractive than your father ever was." She moved forward toward him, leaning in for what one might assume was a kiss. Damien, however, was not going to let her now that it was just the two of them.

He shoved her back, the woman tripping and falling onto the bed. At once he was on top of her, his hands on her neck, squeezing like all of their lives depended on it. She looked a bit surprised but there was the sick sound of flesh moving, and suddenly several tentacles started growing from the sides of her abdomen, growing longer by the second and poised to grab him.

 

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Cora wanted to punch the bitch. No, more than that. She wanted to drive a stake through her heart, put a silver bullet through her brain, or whatever it took to see the light leave those disgusting demonic eyes. As she leans in the kiss him, she all but growls, a hot streak of rage and disgust coursing through her. When Damien shoved her back onto the bed and jumped on her, beginning to choke her, she wished she could have joined him to hold her down. As it were, she could only cheer from the sidelines in her head.

The noise caught her attention first, before the disgusting sight of the monstrous appendages, sending gooseflesh all up and down her arms. As they sprung forth from her body, she let loose with a scream of horror.

"DAMIEN!"

Her chair shook and rocked as she fought against her bonds, trying desperately to untie herself. All her struggling did however, was throw her off balance and tip her to the floor.

Her head slammed against the ground, the only thing saving her from knocking herself out being the plush carpet. She tries desperately to sit back up, only managing to get in a position so that she can partly see what is happening.

 

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Damien was just about to look at Cora from the scream when the first tentacle grabbed him by the neck, two other grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms back and behind his head. She was much stronger than he imagined, making him feel like his arms were twigs as she held him tightly. His mother panted and sat up, rubbing her neck. "I like it rough, too sometimes, but at least warn a lady when you're going to choke her out."

She chuckled and patted his shoulder, having her tentacles push him away a little so she could stand up. The woman zipped the back of her dress down with one of the tentacles protruding out the side. The dress was ruined, but she still took it off with grace as though she would wear it again. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body, not having worn anything underneath. It seemed suspicious that she would wear nothing underneath, perhaps indicating that she was hoping something like this would happen.

Her violet eyes met his and she sauntered toward him again, caressing his cheek once more before sliding down onto her knees. "I'm a bit offended that you're not hard at the sight of me, but I suppose you're probably pretty tired from running around with everything going on. I'll help you out."

The man shook his head in horror, trying to struggle against the tentacles or kick at her. Two more tentacles wrapped around his ankles and gripped him. She reached out, taking his cock in her hand before licking it from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around his head. Her mouth then enveloped him, the woman sucking and bobbing on his cock as he gritted his teeth and looked disgusted. He didn't want to get hard for her, his own mother, but his cock didn't have any such qualms as her voracious mouth slurped on his thick member.

 

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"Get away from him! Goddamnit!"

The chair scooted an inch, but she made no progress in trying to free herself from her bonds. He had tied them tight, as she had instructed, and she had nothing on herself to cut the rope.

She had to do something. She didn't know what yet, but she had to do something; this couldn't continue.

"Please! Let him go, for fucks sake! You're hurting him!"

Another few inches across the floor, just a little closer to her now. Her breath was coming in heavy gasps as she threw her whole weight against her bonds, determined to stop her even if she had to use her own fucking teeth on the nasty witch. But, maybe she didn't have to?

As she scooted once more, she saw something behind Margaret, something that Daphne had dropped-the axe.

She couldn't get to it herself, not with the way she was tied down, but maybe...yea, maybe Damien could. If only she could get her to let him go.

"Margaret!" she yelled, trying to get her attention.

"Take...take me..."

A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of those disgusting appendages anywhere near her skin, but it was a small price to pay to get him loose.

"Come on," she swallows her fear just long enough to speak clearly.

"A women knows a women's body better than anyone else. You want pleasure? I can give you pleasure."

She felt like she might puke, and she didn't even know if the older women liked the opposite sex. Yet, the way she had moved Daphne's hair aside and looked at her neck made her think she might have a chance.

"There's a reason he's stuck with me as long as he has."

 

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As one might have expected, Cora's initial cries to let him go were ignored, the woman seemingly pleased to hear them nonetheless.

Damien panted slightly, trying to resist the feeling of her soft mouth but not able to control his own body. His eyes widened he and he got a slightly freaked out look, as though something had sent a shiver down his spine when she moved her mouth all the way to his base. In truth, her abnormally long tongue was wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down the shaft in a way that a normal human tongue could never dream of.

Soon he felt it, his cock engorging from all the stimulation of her insistent mouth. He groaned as she pulled off his cock and wiped her mouth. She giggled, pulling his cock down with her finger only to watch it spring back up and bob a little. Her head turned toward Cora and she cocked her head to the side with an amused look on her face.

"Cora, dear. I understand that you don't want your lover to be ravished by someone else, but you have to learn to share. After all, family cums first." She chuckled at her little joke, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. Although, it seemed like she might be thinking about Cora's offer as her eyes regarded her body for a moment.

"Are you sure he's not with you because you have a tight pussy and a soft heart?" She mused, one of her tentacles sliding up his thigh toward his cock. "What makes you think you can please me more than this cock? I doubt you've even tasted a pussy before." Her eyes were interested in what Cora would use as a rebuttal, Damien's body relatively unmolested in the meantime.

"Cora..." Damien looked at her with more fear than he had before, shaking his head, "please don't do this."

 

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"Sorry, I'm a bit selfish."

Her voice was so dark it scared even herself, but now that she had the women's attention, she wasn't going to drop it. She ignored Damien's plea, not looking up for fear of losing her nerve.

"If you don't believe me, that's your loss, but trust me-I know how to please a women. Cumming isn't the be-all-end-all when you can make it last."

She wouldn't tell her the full truth, lest she slip up and be caught in a lie, but she could tell her just enough to make it believable.

"My father" the word felt like poison in her mouth, "wouldn't let me date any men for many years, so that only left me with one option. Besides, these boys shoot a load off in your mouth and they're done. Us women can go a lot longer."

Take the bait. Please.

 

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Margaret laughed, a terrible sound that sounded anything but merry. Her eyes fixed themselves on Cora and she licked her lips again. "I think you're lying through your teeth, but I'll bite. After all, even if you're terrible at it, it would be fun to watch you try as I show you what a woman's tongue can really do. I do like the idea of you being able to last longer, though I've seen his stamina and it almost rivals that of several women I know."

One of the tentacles opened a drawer in her bedside table and took out a needle that was filled with clear liquid moments before standing up abruptly and kissing Damien square on the mouth. He tried to pull back but a tentacle held him in place. A tentacle poked at his asshole, causing him to yelp and to give her the opportunity to kiss him more deeply, his face utterly disgusted. Behind him, the needle was stabbed into his side, the liquid plunged into his body.

When she pulled back, he slurred, "Whhat d-did you...?" He collapsed in her tentacles and she brought him over to a wall opposite the bed and gently rested him on the ground.

Her head turned to Cora, her eyes a bit excited as she started to approach. "Don't worry. He's just sleeping. I didn't want him to interrupt- you know how important girl-time is." She reached down and untied her bonds with ease after setting the chair back upright. When Cora was "free," she wrapped her tentacles around the girl's wrists and moved close to her, looking down at her face.

"You have such an attractive scent, Cora. No wonder he likes you."

 

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Her teeth gritted hard as she watched, unable to look away. When she brought the needle out however, she whimpered in dismay. She could only guess as to what it was, with her limited medical knowledge, but she held out hope that it wasn't something that would kill him. There were much easier and quicker ways to kill someone, such as the simple bullet, and Margaret seemed to want to use him for her pleasure. As he slumped in her arms though, she couldn't help but sob again, her one plan seemingly being tossed out the window.

"Damien..." She whined, watching as he was put down on the floor.

Her center of gravity was shifted suddenly and her hazel eyes took in Margaret's as she was untied, and then held down.

"You have such an attractive scent, Cora. No wonder he likes you."

"My-my scent?" she stammered, suddenly terrified of being left alone with the freakish thing.

 

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"Yes, you smell like desire, just like Damien does." She smiled, turning and pulling Cora along toward the bed. Resistance was futile, as the tentacles were much stronger than she was. Once they were at the bed, she looked into Cora's eyes and leaned forward, kissing her softly with the mouth that was just on her son's own lips. Her tongue played with Cora's as she slowly pushed the girl onto her back on the bed, her wrists slowly being pulled outward until she was resting in a star-like position.

The woman drew back and licked Cora's face right up her cheek. "Now. Have you ever licked a pussy before? tell me the truth or I may have to punish you." Her voice almost sounded playful. Almost.

 

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Cora almost gagged. This was wrong, so wrong, and yet she didn't resist. She let the women ravage her mouth with the desperate hope that if she cooperated, she might enjoy playing with her long enough for Damien to wake up from whatever she had given him.

Her spine tingled at the feeling of her wet tongue moving up her face, and for a moment, she was scared that she was going to put that tongue in her ear. She turns her face away just slightly, not being able to control herself as the need to get away from her was so great, and only when she pulls back and warns her not to lie, does she turn her gaze back to her.

"Yes I have. I told you, I had girlfriends."

 

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Her eyes stared hard into Cora's and it looked like she was trying to gauge if Cora was displaying any tells. After a moment, her lips curled up into a sadistic grin. "You're lyyyyying." Her voice was almost sing-song like as she gave her the Cheshire-cat grin. "I told you there would be punishments."

Since Cora's hands were pinned, there wasn't much she could do to stop anything the woman wanted to do, and the lady had decided to have a little fun. Two of her tentacles started playing with her breasts, the slick appendages playing with her nipples as they squeezed her mounds gently. They slipped over her nipples, moving back and forth on top of them in an effort to get them erect.

Two more tentacles wrapped around her legs, slithering around them and up around her thighs, rubbing and sliding along her skin as they slowly tried to pull her legs apart. Even as her legs were still closed, a tentacle slipped between her soft thighs and started to rub against her pussy.

"Mmm... I can't wait to feast on your pussy, Cora. I bet you taste so good." Margaret leaned over and started licking the skin of her abdomen, just tasting the young woman and leaving trails of saliva as she slid her tongue back and forth. She wasn't showing its abnormal length yet, wanting to surprise the girl.

 

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She started shaking as Margaret told her she was lying, or perhaps, chose not to believe her even though she had told the truth. The tentacles snaking over her breasts, up her thighs, and against her pussy made her whimper and squirm in the women's grasp. She begins to fight against her, using as much strength as she can to try to get away.

"I'm not lying! My first girlfriends name was Sarah! Goddamnit, I'm not lying to you!"

Her torso jerked left, and then right, and then she bucked her hips up in a desperate attempt to get her off. This felt nothing like when she had been raped, nothing like when Damien had handcuffed her to the bed and kissed down her body. This felt disgusting and creepy, as if she had been tossed into a bed of worms or cockroaches. It was unnatural, all these appendages touching her all over and all at once, all while her nasty tongue snakes down her belly.

"Get off of mee-hee!" She sobbed, and then screamed.

"Help! HELP!"

She didn't think anyone would come, but it was almost involuntary at this point. She was two seconds away from completely breaking down and outright begging for her Daddy.

 

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“Look at you crying like a baby without her pacifier. Let me give you something to suck on...” she cooed, one of her tentacles forcing itself into her mouth to muffle her cries. It had taken a blunt, phallic shape, pushing back and forth across her tongue as though the woman were fucking her mouth softly. It didn’t push into her throat, but filled up her mouth quite nicely.

There was pounding on the closet door, as though Daphne were trying to get out and help her, but the door was thick and the lock was strong, preventing her from doing so.

“And dear, feel free to bite me, but know that ingesting my blood might not be in your best interest. Might give you a tummy ache.” She grinned, giving her stomach one last lick before her tentacles pulled her legs apart. Since she was till wearing clothes, Margaret used the tentacles to push up her shirt more than she already had. Her hands went to the girl’s pants and she undid them slowly, the tentacles still wriggling around on the inside between her skin and the fabric of her clothes.

Once that was done, she slowly pulled them down her legs with her underwear, tossing them on the floor afterward. She licked her lips as her tentacles spread Cora’s legs again, exposing her pussy to her. The woman crawled forward and rubbed the girl’s thighs, looking into her eyes before starting to lower her head. Her tongue gave her a long lick from the back of the slit to the front, flicking quickly against her clit for a moment before the tongue went back toward Cora’s entrance.

 

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She screamed one final time before the strange appendage stuffed her mouth, silencing her pleas into nothing more than muffled sobbing. Her teeth were about to clamp down on the foreign appendage, but stopped just as Margaret warned her about her blood.

She was right, Cora didn't know anything about it. For all she knew, she might become infected if she ingested it directly from the source. Or it might just outright kill her.

With her eyes wide and and full of tears, she watched the women move down her body and closer to her pussy, and as she began to lick her, she turned away to look at the closet. She knew she couldn't be very loud with the thick appendage working itself in and out of her mouth, but she tried anyway. She screamed as loudly as she could, hoping, praying, that Daphne could find a way out of that closet.

 

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Daphne continued to beat her fists against the door, sobbing and trying to get through. She could hear Cora on the other side screaming for help, but there was nothing she could do. Within the closet, it was a nightmare most would probably shudder at the thought of. It was as though the walls were coated with flesh, sticky liquid coating everything inside. Against the wall on the opposite end, there was a man stuck to the wall. He didn't seem harmed, but he was unconscious.

Out in the room, Damien's mother started to thrust her tongue in and out in shallow thrusts, one of the tentacles opening at the end and suctioning onto her clit, sucking and licking it with several little tentacles on the inside. Once she could feel Cora's pussy start to get wet, she extended her tongue, making it slither deeper and deeper inside of the girl. The agile tongue wiggled and rubbed against her insides, going all the way in almost to her cervix. She moaned slightly, drinking some of Cora's juices as she tongue-fucked her slowly at first.

Another tentacle started rubbing itself against her little asshole, not penetrating, but teasing her as though it was trying to make up its mind for what it intended to do.

 

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Her body was beginning to get worn out from all the struggling she has done, and for a few moments she stops to try and catch her breath, not being able to get as much air now that her mouth was blocked. Then Cora felt the strange sensation on her clit, followed soon after by the women's tongue going so far up her body that she almost felt it in her stomach. With shear adrenaline rushed panic, she screams at the top of her lungs, muffled and all, and gives one final thrash of her body before succombing to fatigue.

Her head spins with dizziness, the panic not having allowed her to get enough oxygen, and as she finally lays still for the monster assaulting her, she turns her head to look towards Damien. She didn't know if any of them were going to live through this, but she wanted his face to be the last thing she sees.

She could feel her mind beginning to slip, distancing itself from the sensations that were happening to her body in order to save her sanity from too much harm. She knew in a few seconds she would no longer be fully in control of herself, just an empty husk tolerating whatever was delt to her until it was done.

 

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The woman glanced up at her gleefully, probably expecting to see pleasure or shock on Cora’s face. Her face became disappointed when she saw Cora closing herself off, the light leaving the poor girl’s eyes. Margaret withdrew her tongue and licked her lips, pouting. “If I wanted to fuck a limp noodle, I would have continued to fuck my son. At least then I would have a thick cock to grind on.”

She shook her head, her tentacles withdrawing from Cora’s breasts and down her legs to her ankles. The woman crawled up her body as he breasts swayed slightly, coming to a stop when her face was poised above Cora’s, the tentacle popping out of Cora’s mouth. “I’m disappointed, Cora. I might as well fuck a zombie. I think I’m going to toss you in the closet for that piss-poor attitude and get myself some dick, even if he is sleeping.”

She frowned at Cora, her violet eyes unsympathetic to the fact that the trauma of the situation was what was making her shut down.

One of her tentacles started extending and reaching for Damien’s ankle.