[ cupping her hand between his legs, now, slowly beginning to rub at him, building up a careful friction ]
You're the one being spoiled here, so you don't need to think of anything but feeling good, but if it's too much, or if you don't like it - you can let me know, alright...?
[ hums, leaning in to kiss him - at the edge of his jaw first, then his mouth again, more intently, tongue prodding at his lower lip
her hand maintains that languid pace, deliberate as if easing him into it, or teasing perhaps, as the tentacles at her side advance - thin tendrils brushing against his chest to wind comfortably around his nipples, tugging at them gentle, careful
and with that remaining hand free, of course, however focused she is on these other ministrations, she maintains her grip on his hand, rubbing slow circles around the joints of his fingers. ]
early though it may be it's satisfying to see him affected at all, settles in her heart, pools down warmly within her gut.
he can feel her own breath beginning to pick up, hot and short, tongue heavy as it explores his mouth, glides over teeth, rubs briefly at his palate before withdrawing; taking little time to catch her breath she allows her focus to shift lower, lips idling there as her fingers, accompanied by a small group of the tentacles, attempts to dip beneath the waistband of his pants to caress a bare thigh, the pair at his nipples carrying on steadily. ]
[being kissed by her is wonderful, and he finds himself thinking that he really should do it more often
but then he's distracted, both by the continuing touch at his nipples as well as the many appendages at his thigh, and he holds his breath in anticipation]
[ it's careful, the way that she kisses at him, giving each inch of him consideration deemed long due, affectionate; from the edge of his jaw she drifts to his throat now, tip of her tongue gliding light over the edge of each tattoo as she sees them, committing the pattern to memory.
as she goes he could feel - there is distinct texture to the sensations at his lap, ribbed undersides of the tentacles - suckers, perhaps, befitting something dredged up from the lake, or some other small protrusions, individual parts wriggling against his legs in steady rhythm with their whole. with so many they seem almost to be embracing him themselves, teasing further and further along the edge of his inner thigh in lieu of her hands - one still holding his, the other settling, finally, at the base of his cock, giving it a quick loose stroke ]
[it's weird, so weird, being touched by something so blatantly nonhuman, and he can't quite decide if it's more hot or unsettling, especially when one touches his cock
he breathes in sharply, squeezing her hand in his]
[ against his skin he can feel her smile, faintly, giving his hand a squeeze in kind -
and she pulls her mouth away just for a moment, just enough to speak, her own face colored deeply enough to put her eyes to shame, voice breathy, uneven with naked need, ]
. . . Is this okay...?
[ of course the tentacles don't stop but they do abate a bit, slowing to something more idle, her hand resting cupped over the head of his cock ]
in a way that she is unable to really place at the moment, there is something truly striking to the edge of his smile, beyond just seeing him affected, this affected, to meet his gaze and recognize her own actions within it, affection and need for her reaching far enough to brush hot against her cupped hand
color spreads through her face, her breath catches in her throat at the sight - for a moment, it's just kind of a lot. ]
M... Mm . . .
[ but as she calms she shuts her eyes, letting her hand glide down the length of his cock in a smooth, quick stroke, light - and back again, thumb brushing gentle against the head ]
... You were wondering about the firmness earlier, weren't you...?
[ now that she's settled back in, stroking him slowly, deliberate - the tentacles begin to resume their motion too, twisting and pulling at his nipples, massaging at his thighs and the base of his cock at their own steady pace, still gentle, if through her control or the consideration of whatever creature these are the limbs of, if any -
a few, breaking away from the cluster, slither further into his lap, beyond his dick to tease at his ass, circling the perimeter with their tips - warm, with a smoothness that could almost be called slick, if only they felt wet at all.
rather than go back to kissing him she spends some time just watching, gauging his expression, or perhaps just taken with it briefly, a small smile playing across her lips ]
You were asking about the firmness because you wanted to feel one in your ass, weren't you...? Relax, okay?
[ and, as if on her order, the thin end of one of the group congregated near his ass - more slender than even her fingers, tapered even smaller than that at its tip, begins to press itself into him, careful. ]
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[that is. a lot.]
You wanna use all of them on me? Along with your hands and mouth?
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Is there somewhere else that you want to touch...?
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[ cupping her hand between his legs, now, slowly beginning to rub at him, building up a careful friction ]
You're the one being spoiled here, so you don't need to think of anything but feeling good, but if it's too much, or if you don't like it - you can let me know, alright...?
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[closing his eyes briefly, enjoying the feeling]
Okay...
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her hand maintains that languid pace, deliberate as if easing him into it, or teasing perhaps, as the tentacles at her side advance - thin tendrils brushing against his chest to wind comfortably around his nipples, tugging at them gentle, careful
and with that remaining hand free, of course, however focused she is on these other ministrations, she maintains her grip on his hand, rubbing slow circles around the joints of his fingers. ]
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but also really nice.
so he's making a pleased noise into her mouth as he responds to the kiss, hips rutting a little into the touch]
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early though it may be it's satisfying to see him affected at all, settles in her heart, pools down warmly within her gut.
he can feel her own breath beginning to pick up, hot and short, tongue heavy as it explores his mouth, glides over teeth, rubs briefly at his palate before withdrawing; taking little time to catch her breath she allows her focus to shift lower, lips idling there as her fingers, accompanied by a small group of the tentacles, attempts to dip beneath the waistband of his pants to caress a bare thigh, the pair at his nipples carrying on steadily. ]
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but then he's distracted, both by the continuing touch at his nipples as well as the many appendages at his thigh, and he holds his breath in anticipation]
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as she goes he could feel - there is distinct texture to the sensations at his lap, ribbed undersides of the tentacles - suckers, perhaps, befitting something dredged up from the lake, or some other small protrusions, individual parts wriggling against his legs in steady rhythm with their whole. with so many they seem almost to be embracing him themselves, teasing further and further along the edge of his inner thigh in lieu of her hands - one still holding his, the other settling, finally, at the base of his cock, giving it a quick loose stroke ]
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he breathes in sharply, squeezing her hand in his]
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and she pulls her mouth away just for a moment, just enough to speak, her own face colored deeply enough to put her eyes to shame, voice breathy, uneven with naked need, ]
. . . Is this okay...?
[ of course the tentacles don't stop but they do abate a bit, slowing to something more idle, her hand resting cupped over the head of his cock ]
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Yeah. More than okay. So... just keep going, okay?
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in a way that she is unable to really place at the moment, there is something truly striking to the edge of his smile, beyond just seeing him affected, this affected, to meet his gaze and recognize her own actions within it, affection and need for her reaching far enough to brush hot against her cupped hand
color spreads through her face, her breath catches in her throat at the sight - for a moment, it's just kind of a lot. ]
M... Mm . . .
[ but as she calms she shuts her eyes, letting her hand glide down the length of his cock in a smooth, quick stroke, light - and back again, thumb brushing gentle against the head ]
... You were wondering about the firmness earlier, weren't you...?
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Ah... I was, wasn't I...
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a few, breaking away from the cluster, slither further into his lap, beyond his dick to tease at his ass, circling the perimeter with their tips - warm, with a smoothness that could almost be called slick, if only they felt wet at all.
rather than go back to kissing him she spends some time just watching, gauging his expression, or perhaps just taken with it briefly, a small smile playing across her lips ]
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he gives a little shuddering laugh, grinning at her weakly]
This is... a lot.
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[ giving his hand a squeeze, continuing soft - ]
You were asking about the firmness because you wanted to feel one in your ass, weren't you...? Relax, okay?
[ and, as if on her order, the thin end of one of the group congregated near his ass - more slender than even her fingers, tapered even smaller than that at its tip, begins to press itself into him, careful. ]
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[even though the feeling of the tentacle is strange and kind of unsettling, he's relaxing and letting it enter easily - he's well trained for this.]