[A desperate sob escapes his throat as the tentacles stroke his already spent cock. He's overstimulated and oversensitive, yet despite his usual refractory period, his cock slowly fills again. The tentacles jerking him off were forcing him into hardness again.
He whimpers, hands trying to tug the tentacle on his waist to set himself free. It's a sad attempt, really, the strength in his body barely there.]
S'too...much. [His words are slurred and his eyelashes flutter closed as he feels fingers press into him. They're thinner than the tentacles inside him, but that doesn't mean anything with how Kleken rubs the tips of their fingers against his prostate. His body shakes as pleasure assaults his entirety.]
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He whimpers, hands trying to tug the tentacle on his waist to set himself free. It's a sad attempt, really, the strength in his body barely there.]
S'too...much. [His words are slurred and his eyelashes flutter closed as he feels fingers press into him. They're thinner than the tentacles inside him, but that doesn't mean anything with how Kleken rubs the tips of their fingers against his prostate. His body shakes as pleasure assaults his entirety.]