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Tentactile
by Molossus
Spike slammed into the wall. The Wabachasi demon engulfed his face with its suckerpod, wrapped its fore-tentacles around his body and squeezed. The lesser-tentacles drummed against his thighs.
Where the bloody hell was Illyria?
His vision cleared.
Illyria's face swam into view. He saw the demon dead beside him.
"Wa tood uh tha long?" Spike's lips were swollen.
"It appeared that you were copulating with the creature. I found it stimulating."
Spike gaped at her. "Fangs th'lot! 'M gettin thmashed and youh getting off!?"
"I am unsatisfied."
"Yeah?"
Spike's interest was piqued.
Despite his pain, he rose to the occasion.