"... I am truly sorry to hear that," replied the monster.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began pulling her pants down, wiggling the tendril that was nestled between her breasts teasingly, tiny tendrils stroking and caressing her thighs as they were uncovered.

"'Tasty Little Slut' is almost an improvement, isn't it?"

Despite the tingles running through her body as he would touch her breasts, or run over her thighs, her temper finally got the better of her. “And what’s your name? Spilled bucket? Melted snowman? What’s so bad about Jag?” She growled, though her words hitched at the end, her body jumping as he continued to rub across her exposed body, hanging open and exposed to him.