“You really are insatiable.. you know that?”

Rebecca moans as another one of your slimy tendrils rolls over her hips, drawing her closer to where the brood blooms. A thick mass of wriggling, snake-like structures. Ones she welcomes closer, openly; as gross as that is. In theory.

She presses her lips to the one against her cheek, a quick peck with a, “chuu!” that makes your heart flutter. If you weren’t such a grotesque creature, and actually were able to, you’d blush. Truly.

“Greedy and eager.. never changed one goddamn bit.” She hums, reverent in the way it’s said. Further leaning into your slippery coddling, becoming more and more possessive as the minutes pass by.