Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
HECTO
Bliss. Satisfaction.
“Did someone leave their tentacle dildo here? Gross, man. I hate cleaning up after blackout night. It’s like people think it stays dark even when the doors close.
Not only do I have to see your discarded condoms and anal beads on the floor, assholes, I have to pick them up. ” The voice was definitely not happy.
Someone picked Hecto up with black plastic on their fingers. “This one looks expensive though. Someone wasted a chunk of change leaving it behind. Oh well.”
Landing on a pile of paper towels in a large plastic sack, Hecto was too full of lust to care. The one holding it didn’t feel any kind of arousal. If anything, it was the opposite. That was okay. Hecto was fully sated.
Squeaking door, loud bang, then Hecto’s bag was flying through the air and landing with an echoing, metallic thump. Another loud bang.
Krax happy too. Krax is closer. He’ll admit that Hecto was right.
But first, a nap.