[Hurricane's cheeks are flushed dark, as Rye addresses the audience - as they decide his fate. He flushes darker still as he realizes that they didn't have to agree; they could have left him empty and wanting, and even as gratitude crashes over him that they didn't, his cock twitches, hard, leaking a new strand of precome at the thought that they might just as easily have said no]

[Then Rye is bending him over to see the tentacles that are meant to go inside him, and he whimpers softly, watching as a third one twines around the other two. They look impossibly thick - impossibly good, even though he's not sure he can take all of that at once - and his cock throbs with want, more precome spilling to run down the slick length of it]

[Hurricane squirms and whines, as he feels the new tentacles beginning to press in; his breath catches, and he pulls hard against the tentacles binding him, trying to bear down, to press them in faster. He needs so badly he can taste it, the aphrodisiac racheting that itch inside him to unbearable heights, and he can't move even an inch to help assuage it]

Please don't stop - keep - keep going, I need - I need it in me, h-hurry up.

It's so - it's so good when you make me wait for it - nnh, that ain't - d-don't listen to that, please, jesus, I need more now - f-fill me up, I'm so empty -