“Wait, wait.” Noelle held up her hands. Pornhat Primal and eager. The sensation was oddly arousing, but brusque enough to momentarily break Noelle out of her stupor. Her hair was a silvery blond pixie cut with a pair of thin stencilled glasses resting on top. She needed that thing inside her, and the green tentacle obeyed, slithering back inside her and vanishing from her body. Her palm indented itself, a black hole appearing where the skin had been. Some tapered to points, some had stringy feelers, some bulged like mushrooms… “I-it’s, it’s not going to fit…!”
Helja shook her head. A fuse broke in her mind. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, wearing a long brown jacket, a yellow cardigan and a grey pencil skirt that ended before her knees.
