[It hurts, but in a way that makes him go delirious with pleasure. It's the type of sting and ache that is more pleasure than pain and there's a muffled sob in the back of his throat. His mind is wonderfully blank with all the different sensations washing over his body. Kleken is relentless and there's nothing he can do about the assault on his body from every side.
The undulating tentacle inside him rubs against his prostate, and it's too much. Wriothesley's shout is garbled, muffled by the tentacle thrusting down his throat, as he fills the other's mouth his seed. His toes curl and entire body goes taught as he rides through his orgasm.]
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The undulating tentacle inside him rubs against his prostate, and it's too much. Wriothesley's shout is garbled, muffled by the tentacle thrusting down his throat, as he fills the other's mouth his seed. His toes curl and entire body goes taught as he rides through his orgasm.]