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I know better than to increase my speed, so I just make my mating tentacles wider and more sensitive. I know it feels good for her since it's touching all the right places for her and by how much she's screaming my name, begging me to never stop.

There is an answering warmth building in my abdomen, and thrumming along each limb as they wriggle inside of her and I feel my seed build up.

Whatever else she planned to say is cut off by one of my limbs in her mouth, the slow exploration of her tongue and the sides of her mouth increasing my pleasure.

Three more hard thrusts and I release inside her, watching her body shudder as the liquid seeps in, bringing another wave of our pleasure.

Her chest heaves and there's a tired smile on her face.

She's covered in traces of me. She's marked as my territory.

"What's… that… look on… your face?" she asks in between deep pants.

"Nothing."

She will not enjoy my thoughts, so I don't share them.

"All this is hot, but my body isn't indestructible, you know," she complains, but her face says something different than her words.

I reach down tokissher near her yellow tentacles.

"You take me so well, though."

Her face instantly turns another shade, and she turns her head to the side. Is it an attempt to hide? I've never seen worse skin concealment.

"I do, don't I? It's weird asfuck, but I like it."

"Your body has learned my shape. It is like you were made for me."

Her face becomes yet another shade as she refuses to show me her expression.

"I didn't think you were capable offlirting.Damn."

"I don't think I'm doing such a thing."

Seeing the hunger in her eyes makes my mating tentacles rouse inside her once more. She feels them come to life and hits my chest hard.

"Fuck. You really are a wild animal. Iloveit."

I dismiss her comments and claim her lips. She wraps her grasper around my neck, pulling her body to mine. The fleshy organs on her chest always feel nice to rest on, and touching them pulls out such lovely sounds.

I lower a grasper to touch them, using the other one to keep her graspers pinned above her head so she won't let them get in the way again.

Then I roam every limb I can over her, increasing both of our pleasure.

She moans, her body responding to my every touch.

With every thrust, I claim ownership of her body. She'll always be mine. It's fine if she doesn't know it yet.

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Wroahk

She's asleep again and I am watching her. She told me what she was called once. What was it?

'Eli. You can call me that and I'll call you Wroahk.'

That is what she said. Eli. That is her name. I have never referred to her by her name before, but I've always known it.

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