Maybe not 'love' just yet, but he's getting there. He's not about to start begging to go faster or be stretched further, but every brush of the tentacles against his insides and clit causes him to whimper and clench against said tentacles.
In the back of his mind, there's a vague worry about exactly how many tentacles the monster plans to stuff inside him. Two is about the maximum he thinks he can take.
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Date: 2013-11-27 05:47 am (UTC)In the back of his mind, there's a vague worry about exactly how many tentacles the monster plans to stuff inside him. Two is about the maximum he thinks he can take.