IWT5- The Sneeze
"Jacob can wait, I'm sure," said Rod, smiling. "This is classic cinema!"
"I'm sure," said Anna, rolling her eyes. Still, she sat down next Rod on the couch.
Victoria's eyes watered as she held Hans in her hand. "Don't cry for me, my love," wiping away her tears with a tendril of slime. "Ours is a passion that can never be silenced, even in death! Remember that when the doctor tries to win your heart!"
"Oh, Hans," cried Victoria, pressing him against her breast as his oozes began to drip down her body. "He vill never keep us apart, never! I love you! I care not if you must stay like zis! Nothing can keep me from loving you!"
"Oh, Victoria!" cried Hans, slightly muffled by her ample busom. He formed two tendrils of slime from the ichor coating his form, and began to massage her large breasts. Victoria slowly sat down, moaning softly as Hans continued his arousing rub. She began to trace the crevices and wrinkles of his new form with her fingernails- there was not much else she could do, but he seemed to enjoy it all the same.
"Lower me," said Hans, his voice wavering in pleasure. Victoria held Hans between her legs as his tendrils lifted the billowing folds of her dress out of the way. He wrapped the two tentacles together until they fused into one, long phallic shaft. Victoria smiled, and understood, thrusting Hans back and forth as his tendril pleasured her eager pussy. Not even Hans's old body had been able to pleasure her so deeply.
Hans came first, his fluids losing form and collapsing onto her firm skin. The sudden rush of the tendril as it went from a solid form to a liquid which seeped into every crevice as it pleasured was more than enough for Victoria, who thrashed about in orgasmic pleasure. "Oh, Hans!" she cried, pulling the brain closer and kissing it on the left lobe.
"I'm sure," said Anna, rolling her eyes. Still, she sat down next Rod on the couch.
Victoria's eyes watered as she held Hans in her hand. "Don't cry for me, my love," wiping away her tears with a tendril of slime. "Ours is a passion that can never be silenced, even in death! Remember that when the doctor tries to win your heart!"
"Oh, Hans," cried Victoria, pressing him against her breast as his oozes began to drip down her body. "He vill never keep us apart, never! I love you! I care not if you must stay like zis! Nothing can keep me from loving you!"
"Oh, Victoria!" cried Hans, slightly muffled by her ample busom. He formed two tendrils of slime from the ichor coating his form, and began to massage her large breasts. Victoria slowly sat down, moaning softly as Hans continued his arousing rub. She began to trace the crevices and wrinkles of his new form with her fingernails- there was not much else she could do, but he seemed to enjoy it all the same.
"Lower me," said Hans, his voice wavering in pleasure. Victoria held Hans between her legs as his tendrils lifted the billowing folds of her dress out of the way. He wrapped the two tentacles together until they fused into one, long phallic shaft. Victoria smiled, and understood, thrusting Hans back and forth as his tendril pleasured her eager pussy. Not even Hans's old body had been able to pleasure her so deeply.
Hans came first, his fluids losing form and collapsing onto her firm skin. The sudden rush of the tendril as it went from a solid form to a liquid which seeped into every crevice as it pleasured was more than enough for Victoria, who thrashed about in orgasmic pleasure. "Oh, Hans!" she cried, pulling the brain closer and kissing it on the left lobe.