Sam blinked his eyes, stretching the lids wide to keep his lashes from sticking together in the goo. His mouth fell ajar and the goo dripped in at the edges; it tasted bitter and earthy and flat, like sex and kisses.
Sam spoke then, still without drawing a breath. His voice was distant - tinny and echoing. "Who are you?"
Warning/Promise: Like the rest of this story, this chapter contains direct and unsubtle vore-themed sexuality!
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