Plague wrapped his fingers possessively around her side, his nails tapping on the base of her spine as he tilted his head to the side, drinking in her emotions in another long draught, each one leaving her feeling more drunken and hazy than before, each amplifying the amount the sensations coursing through her affected her body.

This was certainly odd. He hadn't remembered the girls on the island as being so... eager. Nonetheless, his attentions to her pale, bare form against the wall continued.

The tendril twisted back up, the tip teasing along the lips of her sex, feeling her nectar dripping along its length before plunging itself into her, wriggling as it made its way into her tender tunnel.