He drips with yummy-juicy-soul and the thing from space, the oddity, the spot of nasty and weird- can’t control itself. It squelches into the tiniest of crevices and slurps the first tendrils of consciousness it finds.
For the man, the oddity assumes, the process is complete and utter agony. So much so the poor creature’s throat breaks trying to describe it, all in the same pitch, loud and shrill. But alas, all too soon the explorer’s misery is over.
That’s what makes it ecstatic, that it ends.
Some creatures last longer than others, but none ever escape. It’s almost orgasmic when they try though.
So licking what passes as lips, the oddity waits, knowing soon others of this one’s kind will come. Each filled with yummy-juicy-souls, fit only to devour.
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