Finter’s tentacle tightened around his neck, and Treycore’s face filled with heat as he choked. He gritted his teeth to keep from dropping the thorn-bone.
“I’m gonna tear your fucking head off!”
Treycore’s biceps and pecs swelled as he continued tugging at the vine.
The edges of the cut he’d made tore open slowly.
Come on. Come on, you bitch!
Finter’s tentacle continued to constrict his throat as his other stabbed deeper inside him.
Treycore’s vision blurred. He bit down on Finter’s thorn-bone and cried out as he pulled on the vine with all his strength, but a guttural, animalistic noise was all that was able to escape through Finter’s hold.
The vine split in half, releasing Treycore’s wrists.
Treycore’s gaze flashed to the floor where Finter had tossed his sword. He dove at it, but Finter’s grip on his neck was too strong for him to fight free.
Two of Finter’s tentacles gripped onto Treycore’s wrists and pulled them back.
Treycore stood naked, his face swollen with pressure, every muscle in his body tense, contracting. His veins pushed forward. His cock swayed.
Finter drove his tentacle even farther into his hole. His cock rubbed against the side of Treycore’s ass like it was waiting for its turn.
“You gonna get it real good now.”
Groaning, Treycore leaned back, taking even more of the tentacle that he could feel like a knife in his intestines. Supporting his weight on Finter, he lifted his legs and kicked off the wall, effectively knocking Finter off his feet.
They fell back. As Treycore landed on the glipper, he rolled to his side, digging the point of the bone still lodged in his teeth into the tentacle around his wrist.
Finter screamed, and his tentacle retreated.
Treycore grabbed the thorn-bone from his teeth and stabbed it into the tentacle around his neck, which released him just as quickly as the other.
Raph raced from the other side of the room, Eilee’s sword in hand, his gaze fixed on Treycore’s sword.
Treycore didn’t have time for a breath. He had to get to it before Raph.
Raph leapt in the air, his foot coming down fast, clearly intending to land on the sword to keep Treycore from retrieving it.
Treycore stretched the remaining tentacle around his other wrist like a bungee cord as he snatched the sword by the hilt and spun it over his head, slicing through Raph’s knee as he landed where the sword had been.
Raph toppled onto the tar floor. A thick black glop splashed onto Treycore’s face as his sword continued through the air, slicing the tentacle clean off his other wrist.
The tentacle in his ass shriveled out. He clenched his cheeks, holding it still as he rolled onto his side and swept his sword over his ass, clipping the tentacle.
Finter’s whines and whimpers filled the chamber.
“Waller!” Raph shouted. “Waller, you bastard! What’s wrong with you?!”
Waller, his attention fixed on Eilee as he pounded the switch against her blood-streaked back, stopped. His gaze flashed to his allies.
“It’s getting away!” Raph exclaimed, raising Eilee’s sword toward Treycore.
Treycore sliced his sword right through Raph’s wrist.
“Fuck!” Raph wailed as his hand and Eilee’s sword dropped. The sword disappeared into the tar. Treycore reached in and retrieved it. He bounced his ass cheeks off the floor and landed on his feet so he stood in a crouching position.
Waller snarled and darted toward him. Fanning his wings out, he unleashed a cry that echoed as much as all his other sounds.
