[Its overwhelming. Maddening. He knows what its like to fuck Hurricane, the ways his body feels, a mix of dreams and reality. How to feels to be buried inside him when he's at the edge. How good his moans and sounds of desperation are when he's muffled. The softness of his thighs and how they tremble, and his warm hands. How hard it is to keep his head when its just their bodies pressed together and only one of those is happening, but now its all of them mixed with a tentacle filling him, a dim awareness of being watched.]
Hurricne-fuck-want you want this want-gonna....gonna fuck you with all of them. Want. Want to keep feeling you. You like this. Gods-so fucking good-
[None of the tentacles are letting up. Rye is watching Hurricane with dazed, desperate, hungry eyes, voice loud and ragged, moans and sobs of pleasure leaving him because its all so much, so overwhelming, body writhing even as he grips the headboard, keeps from touching his own cock.]
[The tentacles are still wrapped tight, throbbing and writhing over Hurricane's skin, none still as the move over him, helping push and pull him between the various ones buried in him. Unconcerned with his own inability to cum.]
[Its maybe a minute at best as the quick pace continues, then the shift comes. Not quite as quick, but every thrust cums harder, pushing to the maximum depth the appendages dare, the suction stronger.]
[Then Rye is screaming, a choked, almost painful sound as he cums and cums hard. His cock splattering over his stomache and over the bedding in bursts. And not all the tentacles cum, but the key ones do. Spilling down his throat, the two in his ass, leaking out with the alternating movement and amount. The ones in his hands coating them, his thighs getting the same treatment. Thrusts still hard, slower, drawing out the orgasms using Hurricane's body. Even the one inside Rye matches that pace, hard and slow, some leaking out after a few thrusts to let Hurricane know exactly what happened.]
[Despite all that though, his cock and nipples are still getting attention from the suckers, another tentacles still determined to stroke him off.]
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Hurricne-fuck-want you want this want-gonna....gonna fuck you with all of them. Want. Want to keep feeling you. You like this. Gods-so fucking good-
[None of the tentacles are letting up. Rye is watching Hurricane with dazed, desperate, hungry eyes, voice loud and ragged, moans and sobs of pleasure leaving him because its all so much, so overwhelming, body writhing even as he grips the headboard, keeps from touching his own cock.]
[The tentacles are still wrapped tight, throbbing and writhing over Hurricane's skin, none still as the move over him, helping push and pull him between the various ones buried in him. Unconcerned with his own inability to cum.]
[Its maybe a minute at best as the quick pace continues, then the shift comes. Not quite as quick, but every thrust cums harder, pushing to the maximum depth the appendages dare, the suction stronger.]
[Then Rye is screaming, a choked, almost painful sound as he cums and cums hard. His cock splattering over his stomache and over the bedding in bursts. And not all the tentacles cum, but the key ones do. Spilling down his throat, the two in his ass, leaking out with the alternating movement and amount. The ones in his hands coating them, his thighs getting the same treatment. Thrusts still hard, slower, drawing out the orgasms using Hurricane's body. Even the one inside Rye matches that pace, hard and slow, some leaking out after a few thrusts to let Hurricane know exactly what happened.]
[Despite all that though, his cock and nipples are still getting attention from the suckers, another tentacles still determined to stroke him off.]