“P-please…!” She gasped and panted while continuing to lick. She tossed him something, which he caught out of the air. “She has drunk of the Krinis’s nectar.” Sarah heard a familiar female voice say above her as she lay in a fetal position. “S-Steven!” Seven stuttered, with a hint of a blush. Her limp body slid to the ground and her head slumped over as if unconscious. Her whole body shivered uncontrollably, went rigid, and then slack, save for the bouncing of her milky titties and distended belly from the force of the boy continuing to mindlessly plow her. “Allow me to explain the perilous situation we are all in.”
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Over the course of the next half hour, A’luhr conveyed what she knew about the tentacle aliens, which apparently were called the Krinis. Early on, Sarah and Adam had quickly come to realize they never saw minors within the nests and hybrids… Hardly a solution with any sort of finality. “This is a stressful situation and our thinking ability is clearly impaired.
