[Wriothesley is panting and heaving, body still twitching and he can't help but squirm a little. Every part of him felt too sensitive, his body pushed into oversensitivity. He shudders, completely spent, body feeling like jelly.
He doesn't really get to appreciate the tentacles cleaning up what mess that can be cleaned, laying there as he tries to slowly put himself back together. How conscious he was is definitely being brought into question.
He lets out a low keen, shutting his eyes.]
Fuck. [his voice was hoarse as he shifts underneath Kleken.] 'm completely spent... [But he didn't pass out this time.]
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He doesn't really get to appreciate the tentacles cleaning up what mess that can be cleaned, laying there as he tries to slowly put himself back together. How conscious he was is definitely being brought into question.
He lets out a low keen, shutting his eyes.]
Fuck. [his voice was hoarse as he shifts underneath Kleken.] 'm completely spent... [But he didn't pass out this time.]