Sexual Scenes Ahead

Eight fakes moans as the slimy octarian licks her face. She jerks it off with one hand and rubs the top of his head with the other. The creature lets out a garbled sound of pleasure and cums in her hands, getting pale pink goo all over her bare breasts. With a small, forced smile she accepts the pouch of coins the creature pushes towards her. The creature waddles across the room and exits. The soldier uses a cloth to wipe the rancid smelling slime off and looks out the window. The sky is gloomy and various creatures roam the streets. They know what goes on in that building. Prostitution was common. Everyone did it, but Eight didn't think she'd ever be going back to it.

News had reached Octo Valley that an Octoling named "Ali" had presumably killed an unarmed inkling. Agent 8 had arrived to her old home and abandoned her old name for "Eight." She'd rented out a dilapidated apartment, and returned to selling herself. A year later, no one had recognized her as the murderer from the news, and she knew no one cared. Ali looks at her new phone, and checks her bank balance. The number is huge, but she still feels empty. Ali puts on her neo gear and walks out of the room. Walking up and down the hall are octarians and scantily dressed inklings, both male and female. One male with an afro winks at her, a cigarette between his lips. Ali rolls her eyes and pushes past him. She jogs down the steps and walks out the door.

She hadn't noticed it when she'd lived there before, but the air in the valley smelled stale. She noticed all the ugly parts. The uncared for buildings, the lack of plants, the gloom that was ever present. She's staring off when someone bumps into her. She grunts and grabs their arm. "Hey-!" Eight stops and looks in shock at the octoling. He's just taller then her, pale and has a pink mohawk of tentacles. She feels her heart slow down when she sees his bright blue eyes. It wasn't him, but at first glance it could've been. "What?" He looks at her expectantly. She stutters and spits out, "I'll pay you." The boy smirks, "I'm not on the clock." He looks around and then grabs her face in one hand, "But you're cute. I'll make an exception., but you're paying up front, slut."

Eight lays, breathless in her bed. She didn't cum. The octoling boy stands and pulls on his black leather pants. From the back, he looks just like him. Him. Eight stares and watches the boy get dressed. Her mouth tastes of his pink liquid. "Do you... want to stay?" She asks softly. He pulls his shirt over his head and gives a sharp laugh, "You gonna pay extra? I'm not your boyfriend." Eight swallows, his acrid taste lingering. He puts on his black trench coat and slips his feet into the black boots. "Thanks for the business. See ya." Eight closes her eyes and hears him leave the room. The front door slams and Eight rolls onto her side. She'd slept with every octoling with a pink mohawk she'd passed. None of them brought back the feelings she'd had with him. Eight feels the emotions well up again. She reaches under the creaky bed and pulls out her backpack. She reaches in and wraps her fingers around the glass. She pulls out the jar and cradles it to her chest.

She spends the night lying awake, remembering her time in Inkopolis. She recalls her too- short time with Kai. Their past passion overtakes her mind and suddenly she's in his bed, with the black, satin sheets. He's on top of her, smiling softly. He strokes her face with his fingertips and kisses her forehead. She lifted her face and touched her nose to his. touching their foreheads. Kai lightly kissed her, just barely pressing his lips against hers. She runs her hands along his chest, outlining his pectoral muscles and then over his flat tummy. Kai takes her hand and guides it to his bulge, covered by his black boxers. She feels it move under her hand and licks her lips.

Letting out a moan, Eight swirls her finger over her clit. She feels gross, getting off to his memories, but it's all she has to feel closer to him. Eight arches her back and rubs faster, Kai's face in her head. She shrieks and convulses as pleasure takes over. She collapses on the bed again and looks at the jar next to her on the bed. If only he were there with her. He'd be so disappointed, but she'd kill again to see his face, no matter the expression. She longed for his touch, and she'd let herself be touched by who knows how many others to replicate it. Eight sits up and runs her hand over her tentacles, her body feeling hot wired.

The sun is setting outside her window and she stands, nude. The orange and red hues are beautiful, even in Octo Valley. Kai and she had used to watch sunsets and sunrises together almost daily. She'd called them cliche, and made fun of what a romantic he was. Suddenly, she sees flashes of his face, and smile. She feels her heart race. His laugh, his sex, his passion. She kneels next to the window. Kai's empty eyes in the hospital bed. She clutches her chest. She hears his voice in her head, telling her everything was okay. It was just a nightmare. It was all just a nightmare. It was all going away.

Her heart thumps wildly in her chest and her eyes water. She clings onto life as she hears Kai's whispers in her head, soothing her, and telling her it was going to be okay. She lets go and feels her heart stop. She closes her eyes and feels her body let go. Everything fades and her body goes still. Eight had completed her mission, and spent her time. It was all over now, and she felt peace.

What finally took down the weaponized girl known as Ali, or Agent 8 wasn't an enemy. It was her own grief.

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