The Oohnorahk feels how the sac changes, becoming all liquid save the very outer layer of the sac. He tries to push his way out, hissing loudly and muffledly as he kicks about aswell. Before whatever process is started, a dark voice is heard as he gives his last and defiant words to the latex being,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"My mistress will know of your actions. And one day a thousand of us will come to claim your body and soul..."</span></span><br/><br/>He only now speaks, but as if to make the being unhand him or else. But of course, it would barely work now. The latex-organic anthro visorak continues his struggles, pushing against the skin of the sac, his cock throbbing by itself.