[Natsume arched with pleasure as he was shoved down against the mattress, feeling the heat of Kleken's orgasm fill him once more. It wasn't enough to pull another out of him just yet, but it wouldn't be long. His body was responding in all directions thanks to the tentacles wrapped around him, including the one in his mouth.
He'd noticed that little telltale groan earlier, of course. It was all Natsume had needed to know putting in the effort to please the tentacle lightly thrusting into his mouth now would be worth it for them both. He could tell Kleken was still gloriously hard, which meant his job wasn't finished yet. Each thrust into his ass was loud and wet as skin slammed into skin, and Natsume felt every inch of Kleken's hard cock as it pushed inside him. He didn't want this to stop. He could lose himself right here, let those tentacles do whatever they wanted with him, just as long as Kleken kept making him feel so, so good.
Natsume couldn't help the keening whine that escaped him during all of this, his non-verbal begging for more, more of everything, despite his pleasure having a faint edge of pain from oversensitivity. He couldn't help it; his own cock was beading fluid with every thrust, to be lapped at by the tentacles teasing him.]
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He'd noticed that little telltale groan earlier, of course. It was all Natsume had needed to know putting in the effort to please the tentacle lightly thrusting into his mouth now would be worth it for them both. He could tell Kleken was still gloriously hard, which meant his job wasn't finished yet. Each thrust into his ass was loud and wet as skin slammed into skin, and Natsume felt every inch of Kleken's hard cock as it pushed inside him. He didn't want this to stop. He could lose himself right here, let those tentacles do whatever they wanted with him, just as long as Kleken kept making him feel so, so good.
Natsume couldn't help the keening whine that escaped him during all of this, his non-verbal begging for more, more of everything, despite his pleasure having a faint edge of pain from oversensitivity. He couldn't help it; his own cock was beading fluid with every thrust, to be lapped at by the tentacles teasing him.]