Fluurgh on Sea (Toothy Vore and Gratuitous Sex) by repentant lurker

The toothy extraterrestrial returns.

[b:14wtb3bj]Fluurgh on Sea[/b:14wtb3bj]

Fluurgh strolled idly along the seafront. It was a beautiful warm sunny day without a cloud in sight. Fluurgh looked out over the sea shielding his eyes from the Sun, ‘Really must get some custom sunglasses made.’ he thought. ‘Fancy travelling 12 million light years across the galaxy and forgetting to pack your shades’. The beach was packed with a delightful array of scantily clad sun worshipers. A veritable smörgåsbord of delicious young female flesh. Fluurgh stopped for a moment to enjoy the sights and sounds. The sights were mostly people running away as fast as possible. The sounds were mostly terrified screams. Fluugh was particularly enjoying the running. There was nothing like watching a beach full of bouncing, bikini-clad bosoms to get a woman-eating alien’s tummy rumbling. There was a little beach-front café just up ahead so he decided to stop for a bite to eat.

The café didn’t look too busy. A family of four was tucking into a late breakfast on the patio as Fluurgh’s enormous shadow fell over them. ‘Good morning’ he said. They turned, saw him, shrieked and hurtled off in a desperate flurry of crashing tables and flying pancakes. ‘Bye then.’ Fluurgh said, waving at their retreating forms before stopping to consider where to sit. He discounted the rather fragile looking furniture and settled on the concrete wall bordering the patio instead. He chose a spot of dappled shade underneath a palm tree which was just about thick enough to provide some back support. Fluurgh picked up a menu from the table next to him and regarded it casually. A blonde waitress came outside to see what the commotion was. ‘Hey!’ she yelled at the retreating family ‘Come back here! You haven’t…..’ then, seeing what they were running from, she paled and scurried back inside as fast as she could. Fluurgh sighed, starting to become concerned that the service would be disappointing. He could hear a lot of urgent high pitched chatter coming from inside the doorway. Just as he was about to give up hope and go inside to find himself something to eat another waitress, this time a brunette, stepped gingerly from the door. She approached him even more cautiously. ‘Er… Hi’ She said when she arrived ‘My n-n-name’s Christine’ she stuttered nervously. ‘Hi Christine’ Fluurgh replied brightly ‘ I’m Fluurgh. Nice day we’re having isn’t it’. He smiled warmly at the waitress. ‘Er yes, er.. lovely. Um .. sorry about the mess.’ Christine said glancing at the turmoil the family had scattered in their wake. ‘Oh no problem. Fluurgh’ responded. ‘I suspect that may have something to do with me. Very rude through, running off without paying their bill. Though it looks like the woman left her hand bag’ he said, pointing to a dainty little bag lying on the floor, covered in blueberry sauce. ‘Hopefully there’ll be enough in there to cover it’. He said, trying to be reassuring. ‘Er yeh… Hopefully. Thanks’ Christine replied, trembling somewhat, then desperately trying to focus on the job in hand. ‘Erm… Can I get you something to drink?’. Fluurgh grinned, a grin that was from Christine’s perspective horrifyingly toothy. ‘I see you do freshly squeezed orange juice by the pitcher.’ he said. ‘I’ll have one of those. Don’t worry about a glass.” Christine smiled slightly relieved for the moment ‘Sure’ she said. ‘I’ll be right back’ She trotted back inside the café, pausing to pick up the handbag left by the family. Fluurgh regarded her appreciatively. She was wearing a light blue strappy halter top with the café’s logo stenciled over her ample breasts. The top was small enough to display a very appetising cleavage and a lovely looking belly, slender but slightly rounded in a way that hinted at some flavoursome marbling in the flesh beneath. A tight little pair of denim hot-pants framed one of the most delicious looking bottoms Fluurgh had seen since he’d been on the planet. Fluurgh admired the way it wiggled delightfully as Christine walked. She turned to give him a little smile as she walked though the door, and Flurrgh was captivated by her soft brown eyes and the playful expression on her lips. He felt his tummy rumbling again, he also felt the weight of his leathery kilt start to be taken by something other than his thighs.

A few minutes later, Christine returned with the Fluurgh’s drink. ‘Here you go’ she said placing the jug on the table beside him ‘I hope it’s cold enough.’ Fluurgh lifted the pitcher and drained half of it in one gulp. ‘Ahhh, very nice.’ He said, just what I need to wash down a nice little snack. He grinned at Christine, a grin that was looking toothier by the minute. Christine gulped. ‘I don’t suppose you caught my little TV appearance the other day did you?’ Fluurgh asked. Christine nodded, her knees beginning to shake. Just about everyone had seen Fluurgh’s TV performance and if they hadn’t they had heard about it or seen the repeats on the news, it was the You Tube hit of all time. The whole world had seen him chow down on the beautiful Julie Masterton in one gulp, and heard him declare that his penchant for woman eating was fully sanctioned by the government in a deal to seal the earth’s survival. Christine had remembered wondering what it must have felt like for Julie as she slipped down the alien’s slimy gullet. It looked like she enjoyed it at first, she seemed to be having a good time and then…. Julie shuddered, it seemed like she might be very close to finding out. ‘H-h-have you ch-chosen what it is you like the l-look of?’ She stammered fearfully. ‘Nearly’ replied Fluurgh his grin widening. ‘I’m only a little peckish; so I was just trying to choose between leg or breast.’ He was still casually holding the menu, Christine hoped beyond all hope that he was talking about the fried chicken. ‘Anything I can do to help you decide?’ She asked. Fluurgh was pleasantly surprised. He put down the menu. ‘You do realise I plan on eating you, don’t you?’ He asked. Christine’s hopes faded but strangely the knowledge of her fate helped her calm down a bit ‘I’d kind of figured that yes.’ She smiled weakly. ‘Unless you’re sure I can’t tempt you with a stack of pancakes? They’re the best on the shore I can assure you!’ Fluurgh’s grin grew wider. ‘Sorry my dear but you’re just too lovely a treat to turn down, and carbs just go straight to my hips.’ he joked, giving her the world’s most terrifying grin. ‘Come a little closer would you? I still need to decide what I like the look of most.’ Christine took a deep breath and took a step forward. Fluurgh reached out slowly and stroked his taloned fingers up her lovely bare thigh. It sent shivers through Christine that didn’t just feel like abject terror ‘Are you using that neuropathic thingy on me?’ she asked. ‘Strangely no.’ Fluurgh replied. ‘I was going to use it if you tried to run away, but so far you seem to be serving yourself to me of your own accord’. He said, gently pulling Christine closer, his hand having slid up as far as her deliciously tasty rump. ‘The other girls do say I’ll put up with anything to get a good tip.’ Christine murmured softly. She was starting to tremble all over. Fluurgh’s thumb was very deliberately tracing its way over the front of her crotch, the razor sharp talon scraping against the denim of her shorts. ‘Uuh’ Christine gasped as the alien raised its other hand to her chest. Fluurgh extended one clawed finger towards the deep valley of her cleavage and plucked at her halter top. The material parted effortlessly as Fluurgh slowly drew his finger down till the strappy little garment was sliced completely open revealing a cute pink bra that framed her delectable chest. Fluurgh leaned forward and flicked out his forked tongue which slowly slid its way up her cleavage and over her breast. He pulled Christine closer, hooking a talon into the belt of her shorts and in one swift movement, ripped them apart, revealing a pair of pretty pink panties to match the bra. It wasn’t often that Fluurgh got to unpeel a meal like this, and it was even rarer to do it without neuropathic control. Combined with Christine’s fabulous body this was going to be one of the nicest little snacks he had had in a long time. He was going to take his time and was going to enjoy himself, his appetite was increasing; Leg and Breast looked to be in order. For Christine the experience was even more unique. She was staring into the face of a giant space alien knowing that she was soon to be getting an up close and personal experience of what it felt like to be munched on by hundreds of shark like teeth. At the same time she was experiencing the gentle caress of its tongue as it traveled over the soft mounds of her breasts, eliciting a delightful tingling that gently conjured a warm pleasurable glow that spread through her breasts and, as the caress continued, down between her legs, lightly dampening her pretty pink panties. As it reached her shoulder, the tongue shot out over her back and expertly flicked open her bra strap, freeing her big creamy tits from their entrapment. As Fluurgh retracted his tongue he lapped at Christine’s beautiful face, down her cheek and the graceful curve of her neck. His thumb traced up and down the front her sexy little knickers and then with a quick flick, he parted the material of her panties revealing a neatly trimmed cute little muff. He placed his hand on her hip and with the tip of his thumb he rubbed gently at the most slit between her legs searching out her clit, his big fat thumb was surprisingly dexterous and she soon experienced shivers of pleasure running through her body, causing her coral pink nipples to visibly stiffen. Christine moaned softly then shuddered as a sharp barb suddenly stabbed into her neck. There was a moment of pain and then warmth flooded her body, she collapsed forward into Fluurgh’s gentle but deadly embrace.

Fluurgh parted his kilt letting his giant member spring forth. Despite the chemical rush she was experiencing, Christine gasped in shock. Fluurgh had kept his cock in his pants during the TV show and so this was the beautiful waitress’s first sight of the alien’s enormous phallus. It was well over a foot long and thicker than her wrist. It looked like it would split her in two. ‘Please be gentle’ She whispered. Then looking into Fluurgh’s fang filled face she burst in to a fit of nervous giggles. Fluurgh chuckled to himself and lapped at her tenderly. He then slid his hands around behind her and picked her up by her delightfully perky behind. Christine squeaked in surprise as she felt herself being lifted upwards. She could feel Fluurghs claws sinking into her flesh but oddly it didn’t feel too painful. Fluurgh’s tongue snaked round her left breast squeezing the tender mound, the forked end played with her nipple delightfully. She moaned softly feeling the tip of Fluurgh’s member pressing against her sex. Fluurgh gripped Christine’s peachy buttocks tighter sinking his talons in deeper. Her lovely long legs shook causing her cute little flip flops to drop from her feet. Fluugh could feel her trying to wrap her luscious legs around him. He continued to lap at her breast enjoying the delicate flavour of the sheen of moisture seeping from the beautiful brunette’s skin as the combination of fear, excitement and an ever growing sense of pleasure built as the alien slowly rolled her around grinding her moist pussy against his cock-head. Christine felt her own body responding, she tried to relax, trying to open herself up for the coming invasion; at the same time she found herself tensing her bottom so she could push herself harder up against the huge member probing at her sopping sex. Fluurgh took the time to admire the beauty of the girl squirming in his grasp. Her chestnut brown hair swept back, spilling out behind her as her head lolled backwards, her lovely face a picture of serenity. Her eyes were gently closed, her full lips slightly parted as she tried to control her breathing a dusky pant escaping between them each time her chest heaved. Fluurgh could feel his own enjoyment growing, the juices flowing from Christine’s pussy were mixing with his own precum. The alien started to rock the girl back and forth slowly increasing the downward pressure working her slit open as he drew her back and forth over the tip of his engorged member. His tongue unfurled and then curled back round the ripe mounds of her breasts in a figure of eight, the fork snaking upwards through her cleavage. The muscular tendril gently pulsed, squeezing Christine’s delightful bosom in time the the rocking motion. The fork climbed higher, slowly sweeping up the slender curve of her neck. As Christine felt her breasts being held tighter, she could feel the blood in her veins as her heart pounded, waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Christine opened her mouth to let out a low moan and then gasped as Fluurgh’s tongue invaded, encircling her own. Christine lost herself in the kiss. It was by far the deepest, yet one of the tenderest kisses she had ever experienced. Her breasts were slowly released, and she could sense Fluurgh drawing her towards him, his tongue retracting until their lips touched. She opened her eyes and met the gaze of the magnificent alien. The two stared at each other for a moment silent, unmoving, but for the involuntary rhythm of all the breath they shared between them.

Fluurgh, reveled in the moment, it was the closest he had ever felt to any of his meals. He slowly withdrew his tongue, parting the kiss and then lapped at lovely soft cheek of the beautiful brunette. He breathed in deeply and then lifted her up till there was just the slightest pressure between them and the plunged her back down onto his massive member. Christine cried out in shock and sheer ecstasy as she was penetrated deeper then she had ever imagined possible. Fluurgh’s cock filled her completely. She felt its tip smash against her cervix before he lifted her up and plunged her down again. She was so wet that despite Fluurgh’s massive girth stretching her wide, there was no pain. She slid up and down huge prick like it was oiled with molten butter. Fluurgh pumped Christine up and down vigorously, slamming his cock in to her over and over again until her senses could take it no more and he brought the girl to a crashing orgasm.

As she started to cum, Fluurgh released one of her buttocks and raised his taloned hand to her shoulder. Through the haze of her pleasure, Christine was dimly aware of a tug, jerk and a twist. Her head lolled over and she opened her eyes to see that her right arm was missing. ‘A good job she was a lefty.’ She thought briefly, and then looked up to see the Alien slipping her severed arm down his gullet and sucking on it greedily before pulling out the clean white bones, stripped clean of all flesh but the tendons and tossing them casually onto the table beside them. Fluurgh licked his lips and then let his tongue rove over Christine’s body, wondering what part of her to taste next. He let her sink deep onto his cock while he pondered his choice. Christine sighed as she was slowly impaled by the long thick phallus. She was entranced as Fluurgh explored her body with his tongue, inspecting her, assessing her tenderness, probing her flesh. She felt her left buttock being released and watched as his clawed fingers gently traced their way down her leg, curling round behind her knee, cupping her lower thigh. His other hand was holding her side the claws of his fingers pricking into her back while his thumb curled round her breast. the talon scraping over her rosy pink nipple. Fluurgh savoured the moment. The taste of the girl’s flesh, fresh on his lips, the smell of her sex, her excitement, arousing his senses. He looked into her eyes, wondering what she was feeling; surprised that he cared. He lifted Christine up and then slid back into her gently. She moaned. He felt her body responding. He lifted her again and then started to slide himself slowly in and out, gradually increasing the tempo, gradually increasing the pressure. Christine’s gaze was fixed on him. No neuropathic control, just pure intense concentration as he pumped her up and down on his thick fat cock. Christine felt her pleasure building once again. She was determined to make it last to eek out every last sensational inch of enjoyment the Alien’s huge member could offer her. She bucked her hips in time to Fluurgh’s thrusts shoving him deeper and deeper inside her. His cock hammered at the entrance to her womb battering her cervix into submission. Christine let out a deep groan as she felt herself contracting, opening up inside. Whatever it was in the chemical cocktail that had spiked her was causing her body to become flooded with hormones responding to the invasion. Fluurgh started groaning himself as he felt Christine’s body open up to him in a way he had never felt before. Neuropathic control has allowed him to take command and hammer his way into a woman’s deepest recesses before, but never like this. He had never never felt a woman slowly open up to him like a flower, giving him entrance to her body like this of her own volition; conscious or not. The pleasure of the sex had almost overtaken his hunger; almost. He gazed at Christine’s wondrous chest as her beautiful round breasts jiggled up and down with each thrust. He had never seen anything more delicious, and he was desperate to sink his teeth into them, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. They were just so lovely, bouncing up and down like that. He was captivated. Through the barrage on her senses, Christine was aware of Fluurgh’s focus, she brought her remaining hand to her chest, cupping her left breast, squeezing it, kneading it. It felt fuller than normal, she imagined she could feel it swelling, responding to the hormonal rush within her, she teased her nipple and gasped as she saw a pearly white drop emerging. Fluurgh was delighted. There were few things on in the universe tastier than a milk laden breast. He smiled at Christine and started pounding her harder, grasping her limbless shoulder and pushing her down onto him. Christine moaned louder and louder with each thrust her body trembled with pleasure as Fluurgh hammered her with his cock “Oh Oh God Yeesss!” She cried as Fluurgh’s member suddenly plunged its way past the barrier of her cervix and the full length of his cock dug its way into her womb. Fluurgh himself let out a guttural grunt as he felt Christine’s body embrace him completely. He lifted her away and thrust back in, this time sliding in and out effortlessly. Fluurgh’s belly let out a low guttural rumble, reminding him of his hunger, he still could not bear to be without the sight of Christine’s delightful tits rising and falling so captivatingly. He lifted her right leg, pulling her bottom in towards him her delightful cheeks slapped up against his balls. He lifted her leg and slipped the waitress’s dainty little foot into his mouth, running his tongue around it, lapping sucking pulling it in ankle deep. Christine let out a moan, in delight at the sensation, but mixed with trepidation. Fluurgh bit down, his teeth, cutting through her ankle joint like butter. He rolled the delicate morsel round in his mouth, enjoying its contours, the flavour bursting forth from his bite, before swallowing it down in one satisfying gulp. Christine gasped as she saw her leg in front of her, long, slender, tanned, toned, and ending in a ragged stump. She could feel no pain but had felt every delightful sensation as the alien has caressed her foot before his cruel bite. As Fluugh’s tongue snaked its way down her calf found herself actually wanting him to take it, she moaned in excitement and anticipation as he lifted her up until only the tip of his cock was inside her. At this angle Fluurgh was able to bend forward and with his tongue, curled around her calf and he drew the lovely shapely leg into his mouth. Christine felt his lips close around her as he sucked her in deeper, up to the knee. She could feel her stump sliding down his throat and loved the sensation as the lining of Fluurgh’s gullet pulsed around her and his tongue rove up and down, exploring the curves of her calf. She made eye contact with the Alien “Take me deeper big boy.” She enticed “I took you all the way, now you take me. I want to feel your mouth around my thigh, your lips against my pussy.” Fluurgh needed no encouragement. With one hand under the girl’s bottom and the other supporting her shoulder he lifted her off his cock and sucked her luscious leg down inside him. Fluurgh curled his hand under Christine’s buttocks and tickled her clit with his thumb. His tongue snaked round her thigh and pulled her in the last inch, until he had swallowed her leg completely, the tip of his tongue flicked out of his mouth and speared into her pussy. The beautiful brunette moaned with delight, stretching herself backwards and wrapping her free leg round the Alien’s thick leathery neck. She reveled in the sensation as Fluurgh’s tongue, glided round her thigh, massaging the smooth skin of her leg while its tip darted in and out of her sex, expertly seeking out her pleasure centers, stimulating wherever she most desired to be touched.

Christine imagined what it must feel like to be swallowed whole by the voracious Alien. To slowly slide feet first into his gaping maw. To feel her legs slide inevitably downwards, his tongue inside her as he drew her within, to watch as his mouth rose ever upwards taking more of her inside, to see her hips, encircled by his teeth, touching, yet not breaking the skin, to sink further, to have her belly slide within his mouth, her legs reaching down to his stomach, her pussy in his throat, her clit caressed by his villi as she continued to sink further and further downwards. She wondered what it would feel like as her breasts slipped past the Alien’s lips. Would he bite down lightly, to taster her? She was sure he would be unable to resist sinking his teeth into her juicy ripe mounds; just a little. He would savour her, running his tongue around and over her bosom, lapping and probing at the wounds, delighting in her flavour before swallowing again and drawing her deeper down inside. Their eyes would meet for one last moment, she would open her mouth to gather a last breath before her head entered his. His tongue would find hers, they would share a deep kiss, as she slipped inside, only her arms still protruding, stretched out behind her as she sank down into the belly of the beast. Her toes tingling under the action of his stomach juices. She would fall quickly now as the full weight of her body drew her inside, her biceps, elbows, wrists, hands and fingers disappearing into the Alien’s mouth. His tongue flicking out to lick his lips in satisfaction as she was finally consumed. Inside what wonders would she find. Would she pass quickly as she ran out of air? She preferred to imagine that he would somehow keep her alive. She would lie deep within him, her body being gently churned around to aid its digestion. She would be ravished by all manner of tendrils, villi, muscular ridges and undulations, her body wracked by endless pleasure, orgasm following orgasm while her flesh slowly dissolved; converted to nutrients to feed its voracious captor. How long would she last before she slipped from consciousness, how many times would she c…?

Christine came hard, brought to a climax my her daydream and Fluurgh’s amazingly skillful cunnilingus. Fluurgh made the most of her orgasm, retracting his tongue and biting down into her thigh. Christine felt his teeth glide through her flesh and crunch through the bone, in a moment her slender well toned limb was severed from her body. Christine looked down to see that only about 3 inches remained beneath the curve of her buttock, her cleanly cut thigh bone protruding a little from the end. There was barely any blood. She guessed it was to do with the barb. She watched as Fluurgh swallowed, taking her leg down into his belly in one big gulp. The Alien licked his lips once more and then grinned in satisfaction. He lowered Christine down onto his cock once more, sliding his full length into her in one slow firm motion. The half eaten waitress sighed as he filled her, the loss of another limb doing nothing to dampen her desire. She ran her remaining foot sensuously down the ridges of the Alien’s spine, down to his hip and pushed herself back up his member then bent her knee and slid back down again. She pushed herself back up again, harder this time, and closed her eyes as she sank back down once more, taking the Alien’s member right up to the base. Fluurgh was delighted at her strength and passion. He had never had such a close connection before without taking control of the mind of his meal. This girl was a fighter, she may have accepted her fate without complaint but she wasn’t behaving like a submissive. He had chewed off an arm and a leg and she was still fucking him back; taking his whole length in her, now somewhat curtailed, stride. He watched as she rode up and down him a couple more times and then took hold of her hips and started to assist her endeavours, still letting her push herself away but pulling her in towards him with increasing pace. Their tempo increased gradually, his cock plunging into her harder and faster with each thrust. Their eyes were locked. Christine’s lips were parted as she panted with exertion. With each out-breath she let out a soft groan, that was growing progressively louder. Fluurgh became captivated by the rise and fall of her breasts once more. The gorgeous globes bounced rhythmically, rising upwards and out with each down-thrust and slapping together as Christine pushed herself up again. Fluurgh let out his own low guttural groan, he could feel his pleasure the building and the sight before him was doing nothing to dampen his excitement. He took control of the pace, lifting the waitress by her slender hips and slamming her back down again. Christine arched her back, letting the Alien take over, giving herself up to the sensations that tore through her body each time his huge cock drove its way inside her. Fluurgh started grunting with each thrust. His tongue flicked out and circled the brunettes left breast, curling round its base, tightening around it like a noose. Christine watched as her tit swelled as the pressure built up inside. The alien thrust into her harder and faster, and as he did, his tongue started to retract, pulling her chest towards his mouth. The alien bent over so he could reach her, still slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Christine started to climax once more, a letting out a deep groan which gradually rose in pitch. The Alien responded by pumping her harder. He lifted the quivering beauty the last of the way to his mouth and gently closed his teeth over the juicy ripe mound of her tit. As his teeth punctured the soft flesh, his mouth was flooded with delight. He sucked greedily, drinking in the milky burst of flavour, his mouth filled with the fluids flowing from her breast. Delicious, creamy, it was enough to bring him to the edge, he felt his balls twitch as he started to cum. He released Christine from his jaws and lowered her back. Slamming into her as deeply as he could. He admired her breasts one still perfect, the other, pierced with ragged wounds but still rounded and beautiful. He thrust into the fabulous brunette three more times and then his cum started to flood through his member. Christine was lost in ecstasy, she raised her hand to her wounded tit and grasped it with all her strength, not caring that her fingers slipped into the wounds. She felt the pleasure build inside her as the Alien’s cum started to flow. Her own orgasm reached its zenith and she let out a high shriek as it took control of her senses, wave after wave of pleasure, tearing through her. Fluurgh released the waitress’s hips letting her fall back onto the table behind her. His cock popped out of her dripping sex, rivers of cum spraying from its tip, spilling over her belly, breasts and face. Christine lay shuddering in the aftermath of her massive climax, her body covered in globules of the Alien’s creamy jism. The alien stood above her, squeezing the last few generous globs of his spunk into her open mouth then he sat down on the wall behind him breathing heavily.

He studied the beautiful waitress. She lay panting, eyes closed, her luscious chestnut locks spilling out behind her, her lips parted, her tongue licking a thick glob of cum from the side of her mouth. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her remaining hand dreamily caressed her wounded breast, smearing his cum over the succulent flesh. Her remaining leg splayed over the edge of the table, a mixture of his cum and her juices dribbled freely from her sopping wet cunt. He watched patiently as she gradually regained her senses. Christine opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “I hope you enjoyed your meal sir” She said a little raggedly. Fluurgh grinned “Delicious” he replied, “And I have to say the service was impeccable”. Christine’s smile widened “It’s nice to be appreciated” She smiled, giving him a mischievous look and licking a glob of cum from her finger. Fluurgh was momentarily at a loss for what to say. He considered asking if he could take her home in a doggy bag but it seemed a little uncouth. He settled for asking “Do you mind me asking when your shift finishes?”. “Well..” Christine paused a little before continuing “Technically its 2 o’clock but I think I may ask the boss if I can finish early. I’m not sure I up to catering for the lunch crowd at the moment.” She said waggling the stumps of her missing limbs. “In that case I wonder if you’d like to spend the afternoon with me? We could enjoy the sunshine a little and then maybe have a bite later” Fluurgh suggested. “A bite of whom exactly?” Christine replied smiling quizzically. Fluurgh’s grin took on an a somewhat enigmatic air. He retied his kilt and scooped the pretty little waitress up into his arms. “Lets go and get you washed up before we decide” He said turning to walk towards the sea. “Won’t the salt sting?” Christine asked. Fluurgh’s tongue unfurled and he lapped at her neck and drew the tip down over the curve of her right breast. The barb flicked out and pierced her just above the nipple. “Not now” he answered. “Good” Christine replied lazily, leaning against his chest and nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. “You never paid for your orange Juice” she said dreamily. “Don’t worry, it’s on the house, along with your main course.” Fluurgh ran his fingers through her hair as the beautiful brunette drifted off to sleep in his arms. He wondered how long he would be able to resist finishing his delightful little snack. He was surprised to find himself wanting to keep her around for a while. It wasn’t often he went in for delayed gratification but this little morsel just might be worth it he thought. Provided he didn’t get too hungry in the meantime of course.