[ The tentacle inside of him somehow seems to thicken, moving deeper inside of him, stretching him open and leaving slick heat in its wake as it explores. Those tiny sucking mouths continue to torment and tease, and it feels the deeper that appendage moves, the thicker it gets, stretching him until muscles burn. Until his body trembles and shakes. Muscles are clenched tight around him as he gasps and writhes, to no avail. And there's that thick pressure, relentless now, sliding constantly against his prostate, with no relief.
Not that he wants any, not when it feels better than anything he can ever remember experiencing. He feels drunk on it already, and he hasn't even come.
Mouth open as he moans and gasps for breath, resistance doesn't even occur to him when he feels something prod at his spread lips and then press inside. Filling him from both ends. This one is slicked with that same strange substance and he feels it coat his lips, his tongue, making them heat and tingle as his flesh had done. It somehow tastes both spicy and sweet at the same time and he finds himself sucking on it hungrily, chasing the flavor. His tongue slides along it's length, exploring in return, feeling those tiny suctions here, too, and sucking back with a wanton moan vibrating around the length filling his mouth now. It sends a new surge of heat rushing through him, making his head spin, as if whatever now coated his tongue had a far more intoxicating effect here than it did where spread on his skin elsewhere.
Those husky words wash over him, striking a chord that has those muffled moans hitting an even more needy timbre now, something in him trembling at the force of that claim. How much he craved that right now. Wanting to feel Basch over every inch he can reach. It didn't matter if it was on his skin or pressing within him, he wanted all of it. Everywhere. ]
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Not that he wants any, not when it feels better than anything he can ever remember experiencing. He feels drunk on it already, and he hasn't even come.
Mouth open as he moans and gasps for breath, resistance doesn't even occur to him when he feels something prod at his spread lips and then press inside. Filling him from both ends. This one is slicked with that same strange substance and he feels it coat his lips, his tongue, making them heat and tingle as his flesh had done. It somehow tastes both spicy and sweet at the same time and he finds himself sucking on it hungrily, chasing the flavor. His tongue slides along it's length, exploring in return, feeling those tiny suctions here, too, and sucking back with a wanton moan vibrating around the length filling his mouth now. It sends a new surge of heat rushing through him, making his head spin, as if whatever now coated his tongue had a far more intoxicating effect here than it did where spread on his skin elsewhere.
Those husky words wash over him, striking a chord that has those muffled moans hitting an even more needy timbre now, something in him trembling at the force of that claim. How much he craved that right now. Wanting to feel Basch over every inch he can reach. It didn't matter if it was on his skin or pressing within him, he wanted all of it. Everywhere. ]