"Do it! Come!" He pulled away just long enough to whisper, then returning his mouths to their work and moaning into his actions. His thrusts continued to accelerate and go deeper.
Tar's thrusts gained additional weight as his member was joined by more tendrils, thrusting in and out of her just out of sync. More and more tendrils wrapped themselves around her skin, and soon enough she was lost in a world of tentacles covered in a thin and slippery slime, Tar's mouths never leaving her nipples or her mouth.
The tendrils continued their pace as he kissed her, losing himself in her flesh, in her mouth, in the skin between her breasts. Everything was wonderful, and his eyes slipped closed as he felt himself climbing rapidly towards an orgasm. "Mmph, Shilo... Gonna cum."
Shar grins, spinning in her arms and pulling her close as he fell backward down onto the bed, leaving her on top. She would be able to feel his stiffening manhood beneath the cloth of his loose-woven pants, and his only answer was a hungry kiss that filled her mouth with his too-warm tongue.
He pulls away from her kiss, his hand slipping under her shirt and prying it up and off of her, then tossing it aside. He grinds his hips up against hers, reminding her of why she's here, and allowing his hardness to meet her womanhood and press against it.
The motion from his hips continues as his hands travel to her breasts, teasing her nipples through the cloth of her bra. His eyes close as he enjoys the feeling of her skin at his collarbone. His vest was gone, he noticed, but it hadn't been on much to begin with. All that was left was his pants and the remainder of her clothes.
Tar shudders as his tendrils explode, showering Shilo in his ejaculate as well as filling her. He paused briefly as he recovered, then he began to move again, picking up his old pace rapidly as he continued to fuck his mate.
There was nothing. Nothing at all. All that Tar could see was Shilo and his tentacles. He continued his work on her body, seeing them inside her, seeing himself inside her, filling her over and over as he moved in and out of her. He moved at a rapid pace, his lips moving to hers and meeting hers as he kissed her, felt her tongue with his, slipped over and under it with his own.
He helps her to remove his pants with one hand, using the other to remove hers, "Kora?"
Shar doesn't, instead grabbing her hand on his shaft and pulling it up to his chest with a smirk. He rolls them over, then reaches down and presses his member against the entrance to her quivering moistness.
