<span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi Thompson</span><br/><br/>The merest touch of Jess’s tum told me Xarces had gone to work on her, gently soothing and relaxing her muscles, both comforting her and slowing his digestion, easing his escape. I didn’t begrudge him that - but if her throat was hurt, he wasn’t going to be coming back up it.<br/><br/>I began to inspect it, brushing featherlight touches against in, examining her breast and collarbone, the smooth line of her glans… and I could feel her stiffening up as I did so.<br/><br/>I had a revelation.<br/><br/>The room was empty, save for the last cowering boy, who wasn’t important at all.<br/><br/>I leaned in and kissed her neck. “Shush,” I hushed her, as Jess made some noise between pleasure and protest. “You dislike men, and that’s<span style="font-style: italic">okay</span>,” I said. “They’re just food you have to eat sometimes. There are plenty of<span style="font-style: italic">lovely</span>girls out there who’ll just<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>you,” I half-smirked, “and even some<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>unlicenced ones who<span style="font-style: italic">won’t</span>.”<br/><br/>“I’m not-” she protested, which I silenced by sliding my hand to her belly, brushing a rock-hard nipple as I did so. Lightly, as I suckled on her throat, I tapped her tum. Time for Xarces to come out - if he could.