[He'll figure that out in time, by how she reacts to it. Still, he appreciates the way she puts it, because it makes him feel special. And yeah, you could sit there and tell him that it's obvious that he's special for reasons that are immediately apparent, but there's little significance in telling him what he already knows.]
I was already planning on carrying you out of here.
[If he doesn't give her an orgasm (or several) that makes her legs shake for the next six hours, he'll take it as a personal failure.
And yes, she does make a righteous mess around her neck and collarbones, especially when she runs her tongue along it. Well, if that's how you're gonna play...it uncoils just a little from her hand and runs its ever-dribbling end against her chin and lips, undoubtedly to make more of a mess if she doesn't...well, attempt to clean it up. If she chooses not to, the formerly shy tentacle will make the bold choice to slip between her lips. Farther down, the tentacle is still wrapped around her forearm, so it'd be easy enough for her to pull it away from her face if she found it that detestable.
Elsewhere, he's taking a more careful approach. An unoccupied tentacle fetches the bottle of oil from earlier, and he wets his fingers with it. Sure, his tentacles might already be oiled up, but one can never be too safe...one can never be too comfortable when housing who knows how many tentacles.
The tentacle holding up her legs is joined by another one, and together they separate her legs by the ankles and pushes them forward, as far as Noriko's flexibility will comfortably allow. But now everything about her is exposed to the cool shore breeze, including the tentacles that continue to nudge in when they can, sensing when her body has acclimatized to the new girth and adding an iota more, and resting when she needs time. After all, they have to get ready for the housewarming party for the real star of the show. Lots of progress is made when she's spread open, but he still doesn't get ahead of what she can handle.
Her asshole is exposed now, too, and there's a slight, delighted smile on his face as he gently teases her entrance with his well-oiled fingers, liberally sharing it with her until he can feel that she's ready for him to stick a finger in. Given his size, "fingering" carries a little more weight (and girth) than what would normally be understood, but this is only an appetizer--not the main course--as he makes sure that she's properly slathered with oil.
When the task is done, Boxer places his hand on her ass cheek--finally he can get a proper handful of it--spreading her even more and, like earlier, starting her off easy with only one tentacle. With her tight ring of muscle, the natural suction is even stronger, in particular just inside of her entrance.]
You look gorgeous from both ends, Noriko...you're doing great.
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I was already planning on carrying you out of here.
[If he doesn't give her an orgasm (or several) that makes her legs shake for the next six hours, he'll take it as a personal failure.
And yes, she does make a righteous mess around her neck and collarbones, especially when she runs her tongue along it. Well, if that's how you're gonna play...it uncoils just a little from her hand and runs its ever-dribbling end against her chin and lips, undoubtedly to make more of a mess if she doesn't...well, attempt to clean it up. If she chooses not to, the formerly shy tentacle will make the bold choice to slip between her lips. Farther down, the tentacle is still wrapped around her forearm, so it'd be easy enough for her to pull it away from her face if she found it that detestable.
Elsewhere, he's taking a more careful approach. An unoccupied tentacle fetches the bottle of oil from earlier, and he wets his fingers with it. Sure, his tentacles might already be oiled up, but one can never be too safe...one can never be too comfortable when housing who knows how many tentacles.
The tentacle holding up her legs is joined by another one, and together they separate her legs by the ankles and pushes them forward, as far as Noriko's flexibility will comfortably allow. But now everything about her is exposed to the cool shore breeze, including the tentacles that continue to nudge in when they can, sensing when her body has acclimatized to the new girth and adding an iota more, and resting when she needs time. After all, they have to get ready for the housewarming party for the real star of the show. Lots of progress is made when she's spread open, but he still doesn't get ahead of what she can handle.
Her asshole is exposed now, too, and there's a slight, delighted smile on his face as he gently teases her entrance with his well-oiled fingers, liberally sharing it with her until he can feel that she's ready for him to stick a finger in. Given his size, "fingering" carries a little more weight (and girth) than what would normally be understood, but this is only an appetizer--not the main course--as he makes sure that she's properly slathered with oil.
When the task is done, Boxer places his hand on her ass cheek--finally he can get a proper handful of it--spreading her even more and, like earlier, starting her off easy with only one tentacle. With her tight ring of muscle, the natural suction is even stronger, in particular just inside of her entrance.]
You look gorgeous from both ends, Noriko...you're doing great.