[Good, good. The way his body relents in his relief seems to signal something to that writhing mass of tentacles, and not long after his resistance crumbles does the creature start moving them closer together. The wet noises echo in the den as the monster recognizes the two as a pair. Carefully making sure that they'll eventually be together.
All the while it doesn't stop its ministrations. Carefully teasing that tight ring of muscle between Fuuta's cleft — ensuring that bit by bit he loosens up. After all, with such pathetic protests that were easily mollified, how could these two not be perfect little seed beds? Warm, soft hosts meant for catch-and-release breeding. So the tip of a tapered tentacle gently prods at his ass as two textured tendrils find Fuuta's pert nipples. Gently rubbing them and pulling away so he can feel the cool air of the nest briefly before they return again to tease once more.
Fuuta will hear another noise from Rin. This time a muffled moan as one of the warm, wet limbs finds the sensitive nub of her clit and slides against it. At first simply to part her lower lips, but when the creature elicits another pleased noise from her the second time it begins targeting that spot in earnest. Rin squirms, and the tentacle at her mouth pulls away. Instead it coils itself messily in her hair to hold her head back. To perfectly position her to watch Fuuta as the monster gets fed up and tears his bottoms off. Bursting the fabric at the seams and eagerly discarding it.]
Fuuta...
[When she calls to him her voice is thick and heady, just like the atmosphere of this tentacle pit.]
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All the while it doesn't stop its ministrations. Carefully teasing that tight ring of muscle between Fuuta's cleft — ensuring that bit by bit he loosens up. After all, with such pathetic protests that were easily mollified, how could these two not be perfect little seed beds? Warm, soft hosts meant for catch-and-release breeding. So the tip of a tapered tentacle gently prods at his ass as two textured tendrils find Fuuta's pert nipples. Gently rubbing them and pulling away so he can feel the cool air of the nest briefly before they return again to tease once more.
Fuuta will hear another noise from Rin. This time a muffled moan as one of the warm, wet limbs finds the sensitive nub of her clit and slides against it. At first simply to part her lower lips, but when the creature elicits another pleased noise from her the second time it begins targeting that spot in earnest. Rin squirms, and the tentacle at her mouth pulls away. Instead it coils itself messily in her hair to hold her head back. To perfectly position her to watch Fuuta as the monster gets fed up and tears his bottoms off. Bursting the fabric at the seams and eagerly discarding it.]
Fuuta...
[When she calls to him her voice is thick and heady, just like the atmosphere of this tentacle pit.]