it's been a while since someone fought back like this. faint, but instinctual, and the tentacle behind eichi instead wraps around one of his uneven wings to stop it with whatever force necessary. the skin of his lower half fluctuates between a rainbow of colors, just as before, fanning white as he finally pulls his tentacle from between eichi's thighs.
not for long, the tip of it rubbing tenderly against his clit despite the roughness he's exhibiting elsewhere; he sacrifices balance for another tentacle sliding out from beneath him, curled around something, and while it isn't easy to see it's easy to feel as it gets pushed into eichi, taking advantage of the stretching he'd done before (the other, too, playing with his clit, lets the thicker part of itself keep rubbing as the narrower half slides in after the other tentacle, doubling up apparently something they're a fan of). they don't tip too far over—wataru's tentacles, the ones that are left, cushion them gently into laying on the rock, his hair slipping into the water below—and he doesn't seem to mind, care, anyway, save that he has to switch his biting to eichi's other shoulder, teeth dragging closer to his chest.
it's shortly after this implanting, this teasing, this feeding, that there are a few harder thrusts to make certain everything isn't going anywhere and wataru's tentacles slacken with their grips; the one in eichi's mouth slides out with a soft plop onto his chest, lightly curling wet and warm around his breasts where the chemise has torn. the ones in him similarly follow suit, out of him, trailing down his thighs with little other interest. the one on his wing slips away, resting on his waist, and wataru
is flushed in his human skin too, his octopus half patchy with white and mauve and red; he draws his mouth back up, blood on his lips, to kiss eichi sweetly, like a good bye. ]
It was fun, [ he murmurs hotly, voice strained as if parched—
whether or not eichi's finished, he slips away, back into the water. he needs the hydration, and he's satisfied himself, too; he had fun and he loves this new playmate and he's looking forward to seeing him more...♪ these are the types of readings the scientists will have, so it might be in their best interest to perhaps save this terribly torn up angel, lest wataru go into one of his fits. ]
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it's been a while since someone fought back like this. faint, but instinctual, and the tentacle behind eichi instead wraps around one of his uneven wings to stop it with whatever force necessary. the skin of his lower half fluctuates between a rainbow of colors, just as before, fanning white as he finally pulls his tentacle from between eichi's thighs.
not for long, the tip of it rubbing tenderly against his clit despite the roughness he's exhibiting elsewhere; he sacrifices balance for another tentacle sliding out from beneath him, curled around something, and while it isn't easy to see it's easy to feel as it gets pushed into eichi, taking advantage of the stretching he'd done before (the other, too, playing with his clit, lets the thicker part of itself keep rubbing as the narrower half slides in after the other tentacle, doubling up apparently something they're a fan of). they don't tip too far over—wataru's tentacles, the ones that are left, cushion them gently into laying on the rock, his hair slipping into the water below—and he doesn't seem to mind, care, anyway, save that he has to switch his biting to eichi's other shoulder, teeth dragging closer to his chest.
it's shortly after this implanting, this teasing, this feeding, that there are a few harder thrusts to make certain everything isn't going anywhere and wataru's tentacles slacken with their grips; the one in eichi's mouth slides out with a soft plop onto his chest, lightly curling wet and warm around his breasts where the chemise has torn. the ones in him similarly follow suit, out of him, trailing down his thighs with little other interest. the one on his wing slips away, resting on his waist, and wataru
is flushed in his human skin too, his octopus half patchy with white and mauve and red; he draws his mouth back up, blood on his lips, to kiss eichi sweetly, like a good bye. ]
It was fun, [ he murmurs hotly, voice strained as if parched—
whether or not eichi's finished, he slips away, back into the water. he needs the hydration, and he's satisfied himself, too; he had fun and he loves this new playmate and he's looking forward to seeing him more...♪ these are the types of readings the scientists will have, so it might be in their best interest to perhaps save this terribly torn up angel, lest wataru go into one of his fits. ]