[It croons out its approval when Mizael swallows again, wrapping both of its legs around one of his as a tendril lifts the limb up so it can rub against Mizael as it speaks.
(attaching itself, like a parasite, feeding off his weakening mind and adding to its own pleasure)
When it opens its mouth to speak again, the words are layered over themselves, shifting between odd, alien harmonies.]
Ｙｏｕ’ｌｌ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ．．．
Ｈｕｍａｎｓ， Ｂａｒｉａｎｓ， ｔｈｅｙ ａｌｌ ｗａｎｔ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ．．．
Ｙｏｕ’ｌｌ ｂｅ ｈａｐｐｉｅｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｗａｙ．．．
[Tentacles smooth over Mizael's skin and peel away the scraps of fabric left on him, and one begins to creep up the inside of his thigh.]
no subject
(attaching itself, like a parasite, feeding off his weakening mind and adding to its own pleasure)
When it opens its mouth to speak again, the words are layered over themselves, shifting between odd, alien harmonies.]
Ｙｏｕ’ｌｌ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ．．．
Ｈｕｍａｎｓ， Ｂａｒｉａｎｓ， ｔｈｅｙ ａｌｌ ｗａｎｔ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ．．．
Ｙｏｕ’ｌｌ ｂｅ ｈａｐｐｉｅｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｗａｙ．．．
[Tentacles smooth over Mizael's skin and peel away the scraps of fabric left on him, and one begins to creep up the inside of his thigh.]