[She had asked, but Kiritsubo already knew the answer. Of course it felt good. She can smell his arousal in the air over the peculiar warmth of the tentacled creature’s season, she had smelled it all the way down the hall… and she had already been an expert in this particular battleground over five hundred years ago. Since then… her skills have yet to rust. How could they, when she keeps using them?
Perhaps the contrast is startling. She looks young, she looks innocent, but the perfect stroke of her hand upon his cock would put a whore to shame. The tentacle, too… that is actually a surprise. The beast is quite good, far more adroit with the prehensile tentacles than most. The tug of nipples, the squeeze of his balls, all of it makes her jealous for the pleasure of it, her own naturally high libido flaring up with want.
Want the creature seemed willing to offer her, too, the tip of the tentacle curled about her waist passing the hem of her short skirt and flicking it, flashing a brief glimpse of scandalous lacy thong before it disappears back beneath the fabric and Kiritsubo’s little hitch of breath is the only indication of what happens next.
But if Reign kept looking like that…]
You don’t have to hide…
[Her voice is a sweet whisper, tinged with a whine as the tentacle slipping between her thighs suddenly wriggles like an eel.]
This thing can’t talk… it’s our little secret…
[She invites him to share it as if they were trusted companions, long-term lovers, not virtual strangers who had exchanged names a minute ago. If he needed convincing…
The wet warmth of her tongue laves across the sensitive tip of his cock, the only part of him there not covered by fingers or cephalopod-like limbs.]
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Perhaps the contrast is startling. She looks young, she looks innocent, but the perfect stroke of her hand upon his cock would put a whore to shame. The tentacle, too… that is actually a surprise. The beast is quite good, far more adroit with the prehensile tentacles than most. The tug of nipples, the squeeze of his balls, all of it makes her jealous for the pleasure of it, her own naturally high libido flaring up with want.
Want the creature seemed willing to offer her, too, the tip of the tentacle curled about her waist passing the hem of her short skirt and flicking it, flashing a brief glimpse of scandalous lacy thong before it disappears back beneath the fabric and Kiritsubo’s little hitch of breath is the only indication of what happens next.
But if Reign kept looking like that…]
You don’t have to hide…
[Her voice is a sweet whisper, tinged with a whine as the tentacle slipping between her thighs suddenly wriggles like an eel.]
This thing can’t talk… it’s our little secret…
[She invites him to share it as if they were trusted companions, long-term lovers, not virtual strangers who had exchanged names a minute ago. If he needed convincing…
The wet warmth of her tongue laves across the sensitive tip of his cock, the only part of him there not covered by fingers or cephalopod-like limbs.]