[His nails dig into the flesh of the tentacle still keeping him captive, writhing and squirming as though trying to escape. He feels the way the tentacle inside him still seems to pulse, pressing against his prostate and making him let out a high-pitched keen. Pleasure wracks through his body and he can only accept it, unable to get free from them.
He doesn't want to either. It feels good, even if his body is screaming as it teeters into overstimulation. It was too much, his body sensitive and his senses heightened.]
I- [He can barely find his voice, much less strong any words together as he tries to come down from his high, but Kleken giving him no room to do so.]
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He doesn't want to either. It feels good, even if his body is screaming as it teeters into overstimulation. It was too much, his body sensitive and his senses heightened.]
I- [He can barely find his voice, much less strong any words together as he tries to come down from his high, but Kleken giving him no room to do so.]