The creature's arm ripped through the slime wall, spraying chunks across the floor with a wet splat.
Finn was still sprawled on top of Lysithea, head buried between her chest like he'd bought a one-way ticket to boob heaven. Seraphina, by sheer divine luck, had landed on a cushioned pile of slime instead of the nasty bed of spikes just inches away.
"Can't you do something about that?!" Finn shouted, muffled by slime melons as he gestured toward the flailing claw. "That thing's about to bust through!"
"Yesss~~~" Lysithea hummed, calm as ever. She lifted him off her chest with slow, deliberate gentleness. She had bent just slightly to lower him, setting him on the ground like a babysitter putting down a particularly rowdy toddler. Finn's head, which had been squished snugly between her boobs like a pervy coin jammed in a vending machine slot, now stood beneath them, forced to look up at the very pillows that had just suffocated him.
