[ what a difference pregnancy makes. wataru hums against his mouth, making a mental count of his tentacles and stretching eichi a little more, a little more, as he does so. it should be fine; angels are accommodating, more so when they're heated up, and he wonders if such a change would be permanent if he cooled him down too quickly with himself still inside...
an interesting appearance for sure, though doubtlessly it would eventually return to its natural (?) shape...♪ ]
What Mama wants, Mama gets. [ because this time, papa wants it, too, and it takes a moment to prepare
(and a good moment it is, to steady eichi, to widen him a little more)
but wataru presses a fourth tentacle, a piece of himself curled tightly in its tip, against his entrance; it's still a tight squeeze with how his other three writhe already within eichi and unwilling to give any space to a new arrival, but it wiggles valiantly without ever losing grip of its sac. ] I wonder what you'll look like after this, Eichi... Beautiful as ever, but how! Ah, I'm so excited, I could...
[ he nibbles at his lips, then his cheek, then jaw; his tentacle, growing impatient, simply forces its way between the other three, and wataru bites a little harder in response. a hand shakes as he lets it fall to eichi's neglected cock to stroke him there as well, going down far enough to catch the edge of his clit for just a moment before he pulls back up.
it may be a little overstimulating - for wataru it is as well, so much, so little time, trying to keep in mind this is for eichi and not just him, and so he shouldn't bite too much - but it is what it is, and when he feels the heat build he plunges the both of them into the water without warning, sinking quickly to the bottom of the pool with a shuddering sigh ]
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an interesting appearance for sure, though doubtlessly it would eventually return to its natural (?) shape...♪ ]
What Mama wants, Mama gets. [ because this time, papa wants it, too, and it takes a moment to prepare
(and a good moment it is, to steady eichi, to widen him a little more)
but wataru presses a fourth tentacle, a piece of himself curled tightly in its tip, against his entrance; it's still a tight squeeze with how his other three writhe already within eichi and unwilling to give any space to a new arrival, but it wiggles valiantly without ever losing grip of its sac. ] I wonder what you'll look like after this, Eichi... Beautiful as ever, but how! Ah, I'm so excited, I could...
[ he nibbles at his lips, then his cheek, then jaw; his tentacle, growing impatient, simply forces its way between the other three, and wataru bites a little harder in response. a hand shakes as he lets it fall to eichi's neglected cock to stroke him there as well, going down far enough to catch the edge of his clit for just a moment before he pulls back up.
it may be a little overstimulating - for wataru it is as well, so much, so little time, trying to keep in mind this is for eichi and not just him, and so he shouldn't bite too much - but it is what it is, and when he feels the heat build he plunges the both of them into the water without warning, sinking quickly to the bottom of the pool with a shuddering sigh ]