[It could perhaps be said that she, a woman who had been born in the form of a beast, was predisposed to understanding the creature that had suddenly invaded the usually forbidden back halls of the casino resort... But really, it's heat that is to blame. The tentacled monster's breeding season in the air, her own libido throbbing in her veins, Reign's pheromones kept barely suppressed...
They are all tied, unwittingly, by scent.
And what room was there in such a heavy, surreal moment, for "but"s?
She might answer his exclamation, but first she has to whimper, the sound wavering in her throat as her own tentacle slips past the pale defense of thin lace to rub between her folds, withdrawing only for the tip to flick and winnow over her clit. Though Kiritsubo knew his words were potentially more meant for the creature she could sense through the arch of his back must have found a place inside of him... Why not- ?]
I can't...
[Because she didn't want to. Her words smear over his cock with her lips, a long, soft kiss, a swirl of her tongue that traces over the pre-cum leaking from his slit, taking it into her mouth with a muffled moan. Or perhaps that isn't just the taste, but the way her tentacle has echoed his and begun to slip into her cunt.]
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They are all tied, unwittingly, by scent.
And what room was there in such a heavy, surreal moment, for "but"s?
She might answer his exclamation, but first she has to whimper, the sound wavering in her throat as her own tentacle slips past the pale defense of thin lace to rub between her folds, withdrawing only for the tip to flick and winnow over her clit. Though Kiritsubo knew his words were potentially more meant for the creature she could sense through the arch of his back must have found a place inside of him... Why not- ?]
I can't...
[Because she didn't want to. Her words smear over his cock with her lips, a long, soft kiss, a swirl of her tongue that traces over the pre-cum leaking from his slit, taking it into her mouth with a muffled moan. Or perhaps that isn't just the taste, but the way her tentacle has echoed his and begun to slip into her cunt.]