lovingfingers
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Hiroaki wandered the Con with intentional randomness. In truth, he was highly focussed on his surrounding, in particular the women who had come to the convention. He paused, scanning the crowds, the symbiot within him gifting him with the ability to rough sense the feelings of those around him. He did not find any one appropriate, and moved on. He was patient.
This was the last phase of a plan he had been working on for months. It was his life's purpose, or at least that was what the symbiot allowed him to think. He couldn't really recall his life prior to a party, where he had met some more unusual people. Since then, he had rented an suite in the building adjacent to the convention center. He had had it furnished, except for one bedroom, which he had personally fitted to accommodate the being who was the "father" of the symbiot within him. It dwelled within a large circular tank, partially submerged in salt water. He fed it and attended to its needs. As was natural, it had been quiescent until recently. It had awoken, and had sent him forth. It was entering its mating phase.
He had covered the tank with a large raised bed, and furnished the rest of the room to look like an posh bedroom. It would do nicely.
Hiroaki had dressed in a uniform of sorts, the type often portrayed in anime. His well muscled body gave the jacket a nice V shape. His hair, tousled, to his shoulders, was also in keeping with that particular image. He drew appreciate glances from the women, which allowed him to discreetly probe their minds and assess their bodies.
Interestingly, it was a woman who did not see him that drew his attention. He saw her in one of the many booths, looking at some videos. He sensed her arousal, and focussed on her. As he moved towards her, he examined her body and was pleased. Young, slender, but with curvy broad hips, vital, and very clearly to him, aroused. He walked slowly to the area of the booth where she was perusing DVD's. His eyes widened when he saw what she was flipping though, tentacle hentai.
He was not concerned that a genre of film had arisen about his kind. They were ancient and myths were long enduring. And this modern era seemed fascinated by supernatural beings, and horror. He moved beside her and inhaled, taking in her scent. He started flipping through the DVD's, going through row after row in quick succession.
He sighed loud enough for her to hear him, and then commented, "such a disappointment, nothing new." He could feel her eyes on him, and the symbiot squirm inside him.
This was the last phase of a plan he had been working on for months. It was his life's purpose, or at least that was what the symbiot allowed him to think. He couldn't really recall his life prior to a party, where he had met some more unusual people. Since then, he had rented an suite in the building adjacent to the convention center. He had had it furnished, except for one bedroom, which he had personally fitted to accommodate the being who was the "father" of the symbiot within him. It dwelled within a large circular tank, partially submerged in salt water. He fed it and attended to its needs. As was natural, it had been quiescent until recently. It had awoken, and had sent him forth. It was entering its mating phase.
He had covered the tank with a large raised bed, and furnished the rest of the room to look like an posh bedroom. It would do nicely.
Hiroaki had dressed in a uniform of sorts, the type often portrayed in anime. His well muscled body gave the jacket a nice V shape. His hair, tousled, to his shoulders, was also in keeping with that particular image. He drew appreciate glances from the women, which allowed him to discreetly probe their minds and assess their bodies.
Interestingly, it was a woman who did not see him that drew his attention. He saw her in one of the many booths, looking at some videos. He sensed her arousal, and focussed on her. As he moved towards her, he examined her body and was pleased. Young, slender, but with curvy broad hips, vital, and very clearly to him, aroused. He walked slowly to the area of the booth where she was perusing DVD's. His eyes widened when he saw what she was flipping though, tentacle hentai.
He was not concerned that a genre of film had arisen about his kind. They were ancient and myths were long enduring. And this modern era seemed fascinated by supernatural beings, and horror. He moved beside her and inhaled, taking in her scent. He started flipping through the DVD's, going through row after row in quick succession.
He sighed loud enough for her to hear him, and then commented, "such a disappointment, nothing new." He could feel her eyes on him, and the symbiot squirm inside him.
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