[Rye is breathing hard, needy whines and keening whimpers leaving him as he cums down from the high of cumming so much at once. His body is shaking, tentacles continuing the hard, slow pace as Hurricane clenches around him, screams around him, pumping every last drop of his climax into and onto the desperate body in front of him.]
[But eventually the friction becomes too much, the tentacles all stilling with a soft whimper, save the ones on his nipples and cock, a constant, writhing suction. The ones in his hands slip free, winding around his arms instead to keep him still.]
[He sends one for a bottle of water, taking the clearly spiked drink and downing most of it even as he reaches for another. He looks to Hurricane pulling the tentacles out of his mouth so he can breathe freely.] Gods Hurricane....I love your body. You take being treated like a fucktoy so well. Even with this many cocks.
[Then he pulls the one out of himself with a soft gasp, cum spilking from between his legs. Keeping his legs spread so Hurricane can see what he did.] And don't worry. I'm not done with you. I'm going to fuck you with every tentacle until I can't cum anymore. Even if you pass out, I can still use your body. Would you like that, pet? Knowing you can still be used for pleasure even if you pass out?
[The tentacles inside Hurricane finally start to pull out, slow from the friction, but leaving all the same, along with the ones between his thighs. Leaving him empty for the moment as Rye draws him closer, holding up the other water bottle.] Drink. Breathe. I'm nowhere done with you.
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[But eventually the friction becomes too much, the tentacles all stilling with a soft whimper, save the ones on his nipples and cock, a constant, writhing suction. The ones in his hands slip free, winding around his arms instead to keep him still.]
[He sends one for a bottle of water, taking the clearly spiked drink and downing most of it even as he reaches for another. He looks to Hurricane pulling the tentacles out of his mouth so he can breathe freely.] Gods Hurricane....I love your body. You take being treated like a fucktoy so well. Even with this many cocks.
[Then he pulls the one out of himself with a soft gasp, cum spilking from between his legs. Keeping his legs spread so Hurricane can see what he did.] And don't worry. I'm not done with you. I'm going to fuck you with every tentacle until I can't cum anymore. Even if you pass out, I can still use your body. Would you like that, pet? Knowing you can still be used for pleasure even if you pass out?
[The tentacles inside Hurricane finally start to pull out, slow from the friction, but leaving all the same, along with the ones between his thighs. Leaving him empty for the moment as Rye draws him closer, holding up the other water bottle.] Drink. Breathe. I'm nowhere done with you.