LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
Another slid up her thigh, pushing the heavy wool of her habit higher until it bunched around her hips, fully exposing her simple white cotton panties.
“Please… this is wrong,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am sworn to God. I cannot…”
The words died in her throat as the largest tentacle, thick as her wrist, covered in soft, pulsing ridges, pressed firmly against the soaked crotch of her panties. The tip flared and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, smearing thick, pearlescent slime through the thin fabric.
The moment the slime touched her skin, fire ignited in her veins.