Terror from Above, Part II
“Status report?” A gruff, weary voice spoke over the communique from the outpost the freedom fighters were stationed within the underground, “abandoned” complex. XXX Much to Lana’s delight, she could hear them moan through the sheen transparent mucus-bag for a throat up to the ceiling, panting in eagerness to return up where she had fallen in love with the creature. One too many times the medics have tried to seduce her, only to find them with disappointment and possibly broken noses, “I’m Lisa, by the way.”
“Oh…hey,” Lana said with a smile, suddenly feeling a surging warmth building up in her chest and travel up her face, making her appearing to blush as she stared at her emerald eyes a little longingly.




















