She moved a hand over her body, feeling it. He shouldn’t be able to do that. She was already breathing heavily with a mix of nervous excitement and barely contained panic, the touch on her eager vagina made her moan. The tentacle in her pussy didn’t miss a beat, she briefly marveled at the independent control before she lost herself again in moaning and yelling words of encouragement to keep fucking her hard. Claire broke the silence, “My God, that was unbelievable.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Gruthsorik said with sincerity. They felt smooth and slightly slimy against her skin, but pleasantly warm, not cold or clammy. The tentacles around her legs and arms loosened and pulled away, followed by the ones on her breasts. Claire felt her feet leave the floor as the tentacles lifted her a few feet into the air. “Regardless of my primary needs, a good fucking is pleasurable to me on the physical level as well. After a while of that, Claire felt something rubbing across her asshole, and knew it was time
