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Vice Bunker

Chapter 33

-VB-

Amy clenched her eyes close and expected pain.

She fell into a pit of demon tentacles. She thought she was going to die!

Instead, she jerked her eyes open when she bounced up on the pitch-black pit, fell back down, bounced again, and then fell back down.

Like a bouncy house or something!

When she finally stopped bouncing, she slowly moved around. To her surprise, the tentacles weren’t slimy or cold. They all thrummed with warmth and brushed against her skin like … well, skin.

It felt … comfortable?

Huh?

It felt comfortable sitting on tentacles.

“Vicky likes to do that, too.”

She looked up and saw Alan’s “smaller” body float down with a blue halo.

“Vicky does?” she felt stupid repeating after him in small phrases like that, but she found herself just a little too surprised, a little too shocked, and maybe just confused as to why tentacles were warm and cuddl-. No. “Vicky’s been here?” she asked instead, trying to keep her focus away from the tentacles slowly caressing her legs under he-. Stop.

“Yes,” he replied. “She likes coming here, actually.”

Heheh, Vicky comin-.

She had to keep on putting herself down in her head. Why was she so horny right now?!

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

He can’t… smell her, right?

She felt a blush slowly creep up her neck.

“So…” she quickly said something, and tried to find anything to say, to keep her dirty mind-gutter at bay. “How did she find this place? Did she stumble into it …” she glared. “Or did you lure her here?”

“She found the place just like you did,” he replied with a casual shrug. “Found her wandering a few floors above when my main body was still up there.”

Amy paused before frowning. “What do you mean ‘when my main body was up there’?”

He blinked. “I made the bunker, yes?”

“Yes, you already told me that…?”

“Yeah, well, I literally eat the rock,” he chuckled. “And the way I do it is by spreading myself out, eating, digging downward, making main and access tunnels, and then once I made the general layout, I eat my way to a new sublevel.”

“... Is that structurally sound?” she asked as she laid back into this sinfully soft pile of tentacles. Oh yeah, she could see why Vicky came down here. It was like a water bed that was just perfect.

“I’m a Tinker as well, you know,” he huffed. “Have some faith in my calculations. I’ve kept the bunker intact from enemies and earth alike, haven’t I?”

“I guess,” she muttered as she felt sleepy. She snapped her eyes awake and tried to keep herself awake. Faux-grumbling, she flipped around to lay on her stomach (because she wanted to know what it would feel like to lay face down on the tentacles), and nearly squeaked when one of the moving tentacles flicked her nipple. Her unguarded and braless nipple. She shot up and whirled around at Alan.

Except he looked confused by her sudden reaction.

“Did you forget something?” he asked her.

… Did he not do that on purpose?

Grumbling for real this time (but why was she grumbling?), she sat back down and shivered at the dry and comfortable warmth that once again started to permeate throughout her body.

“Nothing,” she replied with a sigh. “So … Vicky comes here and just does whatever?”

“... Well, we do more than just whatever.”

Amy froze.

“Y-You guys had sex here?” she asked with a squeak.

Alan grinned with half-lidded eyes. He looked so human right now despite the fact that he was a pitch-black skinned eldritch abomination even in his smaller body’s near-human shape. No one can forget those tentacle-legs of his.

“Oh yes. Vicky especially likes it when I get rough with her.”

She shivered. “Oi, i don’t want to hear about her sex life!”

He blinked and backed off with a hum. “You know, that’s odd.”

“It is not odd,” she snapped at him, remembering that the person nailing Vikcy wasn’t her but this man in front of her who her power refused to work on.

“It is. Even among the other capes and regulars in the sublevels above, girls and boys generally like to hear about who did what and how.”

“Well, maybe I’m a prude.”

“Or…”

She froze at the leading tone in his voice.

“Maybe it has to do with something phallic that has taken up residence in your room?”

“YOU PERVERT!”

“It’s not perversion if we can hear your moans through the wall, Amy.”

Her jaws dropped and her face burned with embarrassment.

“Oh yes,” he grinned. “Vicky and I know all about what you really want, Amy.”

She felt her chest constrict and her head lighten.

“... Oh dear, I think I pushed her to -”

She blacked out.