Ouch!" he protested, she was being none too gentle. Powerful arms snaked around him, squeezing hungrily as she latched onto his neck. "Damnit, Lillian, you're like a damned rabid octopus, I swear."
"Well, she's eating for two," Claire chortled.
Lillian squeezed him harder still, a contented, purring constrictor sucking the life right out of him.
"Hey!" Immi tiredly raised a lazy hand from her swollen tummy. Her small blue digits barely coming above the top of the reclining chair where she'd collapsed to gesture in an encompassing motion at the assembled ladies. "Chris is getting some octo-pus... get it, Reyla?"
A chorus of groans answered the sprite's dubious joke.
"I... yes, I think I do. Not the best example of your gnatty wit, Immianthe." It was the elf's turn to be embarrassed now
