[Oh, but Black Mist could never make a mistake like that. The two taste so different, different if just as sweet.

The oil begins to eat at the cloth covering Rei's legs, as another set of tendrils rise out of the slime and slide slick and wet under Rei's shirt to tease at his chest.

(it can go slowly, with this one, savor all of him)]

Ooooh~?

You'll take ownership, then, of this body?

[The tendrils beneath the shirt begin to drip slowly as well.]