Silly girl, you cut off the wrong head!

Your eyes fail to process what you're looking at... The abomination, the former miner, had indeed fallen to its knees, and its head had fallen to the ground and rolled several feet away from the body. Only, the tentacles animating the body were still just as active as before. What's more, new stalks had grown from the stump of the creature's neck.

Which was hideous, of course, in its own right, but was not what had propelled Russ to charge toward you. Despite striking what would have been an instantly fatal blow for any normal creature, the moment that you'd let down your guard it threw itself at you. How many seconds had passed since that rush of victory? There wasn't any time to even react before the creature had wrapped up your limbs in its slimy embrace.

"Sabine, behind you!" Russ called out his warning as quickly as he could find his voice, but it took longer for his mouth to form the words than for the monster to sweep you up off your feet. Quickly your legs were drawn up and apart, arms drawn up over your head. It twists your wrists in just such a way that you cannot keep your grip on your weapon. A tentacle seizes the blade and flings it deep into the passage behind it. As your companion nears, the horror holds you between himself and Russ as a body shield. It's smart... far smarter than you gave it credit for... Goddess, have mercy...

The disgusting appendages sliding all over your skin are slick with warm, sticky goop that arouses your flesh wherever it touches... and they're taking great liberties with you. They circle several times around your bare thighs, and even where your stockings cover up your naked skin the ooze soaks through, some of it running down your legs to pool up in your boots. You can feel it squishing between your toes, and you're unable to decide if the feeling is repulsive or... you don't even want to think about the alternative. The way that you're being held has flipped up your skirt, which already revealed quite a bit of your sumptuous legs and round bottom, but from this angle, you're totally exposed to the beast, save the meager covering of the lacy panties Russ provided. Here, your nethers are being teased, a thick phallus rubbing insistently at your lingerie-clad groove. More than anything else, more than your pert breasts, slender arms, or flat tummy, this is where the vile slime is causing the most strain on your sanity. You're held almost entirely immobile, yet somehow, your hips manage to grind back against the intruder, ignoring your desire to thrash free from his grip instead.

Even if your body weren't betraying you, you'd be powerless to stop what you know is coming next. "Russ, help me! Don't let it violate me!" You shake your head, trying to get your body back under control, trying to fight back against the thing warming you up. It helps, and you're able to get your hips to jerk away from its foul touch, but unless Russ is able to cut you free, you don't see yourself escaping on your own.