She glanced into an open room, and saw a nurse desperately using a clipboard to fight back a tentacle that had smashed through a window. Marie sighed in relief through her nose and they continued onward, stopping again to let a spider hybrid pass by. The tentacle within his throat had been nearly half a meter long, and it flailed and leaked its alien juices all over the floor while Vincent glared at it with a mixture of disgust and fascination. She didn’t want Marie having too much fun quite yet, however. Her underwear was only half-off before the tendrils descended upon her body, suckers latching onto her pink nipples and clit before filling the rest of her protesting holes. The creatures don’t see, so there was no point in walking around blindly through the darkness. Everyone always did eventually. Certainly far better than the long hours she put in at the hospital.
