[Rye breathes in sharply at Hurricane's desperation, and he can probably feel the faint shiver that goes through the tentacles as want races through him. His hand is still idly stroking his own cock, thumb running over pre startimg to form with a moan.]

Hmm, keep talking, Hurricane. If you try to be silent, I stop. The only time I want you to stop talking is when words fail so hard it can only be moans, or I decide to fuck your lovely throat again. But....you told the audience something you wanted. Should I give it to him?

[The question is to the audience and....well, luckily for Hurricane, the answer is an extremely enthused yes. Voices jeering to fuck him, fill him with tentacles.] You should thank them Hurricane. They're so kind to you.

But first....see what they granted you. Eyes open, pet. [His free hand goes to his hair, angling his head to look down at his widely spread legs. Tentacles move forward, two coiling together, about the same size of what had been in him previously. Then a third one joins, one with suckers, making for a wider, ribbed girth to rub and catch on his inner walls. It presses to his hole then, slowly pushing in to allow him time to adjust to being even fuller.]