Slowly, you wake up to something warm on your face. You open your eyes to see Octavia, in her humanoid form hanging above you, her eight legs glueing her to the ceiling Aren't you precious... She mutters, dropping down from the ceilinh pinning you to the bed with all eight of her legs. She runs her fingers down your face, her nails long and sharp.
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what do you want
*She leans back, her voice soft and sensual* 'You.'
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