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"Monsters" are common around here. They always have been. While many societies choose to revere them as gods or use them to instill fear into ill-behaved children, the monsters of New Cloudbank are one with the people and have been able to hold jobs, own property and self, and vote; freedoms gained from a civil movement some decades ago. While societal integration has gone somewhat smoothly, there is some resistance held by conservative individuals that look down on monster-human relations and hold the untrue belief that some of the less humanshape monsters are a threat to people.

Boxer is an example of one such creature. His upper body is proportionally larger than any human; that if he stood on human legs he would easily reach thirteen feet tall, cut like someone who exercises on a needlessly regular schedule. However, he does not stand on human legs at all, but rather a numerous set of tentacles, rich cocoa-brown like the rest of his skin, decorated with stark yellow stripes at their base and a line of dots along their topsides, lined with dark golden suction cups on the opposite side, and delicate membranes between them. His yellow accents, including his eyes, glow under dark enough conditions to see them.

He's never harmed a human in his life, much rather the opposite if anything, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a reputation for it...

Errands.

A monster's gotta eat.

Of course, he doesn't have to drop by for meat, as the only thing he puts on his table are things he caught with his own hands swimming in the depths outside of the bay. But frying fish in its own juices does not a meal plan make, so regular supermarket trips are the solution to well-rounded meals.

But he can't quite get around like everyone else, on account of boneless tentacles being designed more for underwater agility than, well, walking. So he has to opt for a wheelchair, one custom-built to accommodate his bulk and allows him to comfortably use his extra appendages for his wheel-based mobility while keeping his hands free.

Although being just shy of wheelchair-bound on land, he's at less disadvantage than one might think, using his long tentacles to snatch things off of the topmost shelf with length to spare. Otherwise, he tries to keep them hidden under a soft, knitted blanket, for the comfort of strangers, who tend to stare anyway. (Oh well.) He likes to joke that it's not his form, but the fact that he chooses to dress somewhat formally even for his mundane outings, even though he knows that's not the case.

Maybe you're the one struggling to reach that favorite item of yours so conveniently stashed just beyond finger's grasp on the top shelf.

"Here. I'll get that for you," he says, with an easy smile.

Bet you weren't prepared for a tentacle to hand you something when you went out today.

Shore.

This quiet little section of the beach is usually deserted, rumored to be the place where feral monsters hunt for humans. Now this, this is a rumor that is entirely Boxer's fault, purposely spread to his few visitors so he could have this little piece of heaven all to himself.

Maybe you're a regular here. Maybe you're a brave new first-time visitor, hopefully to catch sight of the man-eating monster for yourself. Either way, the sight is hardly as intimidating as the legend: he's sprawled out naked on the warm sand, basking in the sunlight that beats against his bare, chiseled back as he naps.

Scary.

Water.

New Cloudbank is a large city-state with bustling seaside commerce, full of fishery companies, international trade, and tourism. A water-dweller like Boxer is almost never without work, since many companies are chomping at the bit to commission an strong, amphibious monster to survey the deep for the next best catch, keeping the water safe, or mounting rescues for wayward tourists.

He loves what he does for a living.

Maybe you, too, are of similar business, using your nonhuman physiology to your advantage in the outer bay waters, catching Boxer in the middle of what he does best. Or maybe you're simply a patron of these companies--for Boxer, as brazen as he is to get a free drink, will gladly suction-cup climb his way into boats and schmooze with locals and tourists alike.

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[He gets it down to her knees before he lets go of it, choosing to wind the ends of his tentacles around the fabric to pull it the rest of the way down as other tentacles hold her legs up, sliding it past her ankles and feet, only go hang limply off his limb.]

Vague for a reason. I like learning what it means to different people...how to explore a kind of body you've never seen before.

[Her legs aren't let free from his grasp, however. Instead, his tentacles twist around them even more, bringing them together and slightly tilting them to the side. It gives him a decent vantage to lean in and give her ass cheek the same lick he'd given her breasts earlier. But this time, he opens his mouth widely and grazes his teeth against her skin, then leaves a kiss.]

Pick up a few tactics as you go...

[Wait...he had eight tentacles before, right? At some point a ninth has joined the fray, but it's different than the rest--it's gold, like the undersides of his other tentacles, but it's smooth and suckerless. It mingles with the others, the same intimidating length and girth as the rest, and rests unobtrusively on the ground below her.]

[It's a little strange to have her body kind of suspended and guided around in ways that are far from every day, but she's not as bothered or even concerned as she should be. Then again Nariko's also pretty busy trying to keep still, there's enough excited energy in her frame to power a third of the city itself. The scrape of his teeth calms her down into a manageable shudder but that's only temporary.]

That's incredibly thoughtful, way more than I'm capable of emulating right now.

[Okay, no, in truth she completely agreed with him, and there was something a little special in knowing that they shared an appreciation for the idea. Half the fun of this kind of thing, whether spontaneous or at the start of something far more serious, was getting to know the other person. Nariko was usually the type to catalogue every little detail that she could manage to find so even if her vantage point is a little unique it's no wonder that she catches sigh of the ninth tentacles - which is interesting because while she hadn't set out to count, she'd have guessed he had seven or either total.

Also it's gold so how can she not want to touch it?

Flexibility is the savior here, because while she might be short she can sort of twist her midsection without interrupting what he's doing to graze her fingers over it - or maybe she gets a regular tentacle, but whatever she actually gets to touch is massaged just like earlier. Gold bro deserves some lovin', too.]

[She instanty gets a Reaction. As if reacting to unexpected stimuli, his tentacle jumps out of the way of her touch, and at the same time his upper body jolts upward, his dark features laced with red. Even though the new limb pulls away from her, a small amount of clear liquid dribbles out of the end of it and onto her wrist.

He looks down at the offending tentacle and sighs, in a lighthearted albeit flustered way, then looks back at her.]

Can't believe it's already come out...so much for the surprise.

[And it's not like she's really been teasing him, either. It's just that her body pushes all the right buttons...he's been holding himself back so he won't (figuratively) suffocate her with his tentacles, but his body is clearly way more impatient than he is.

After he (quickly) gets over his slight disappointment and embarrassment, another tentacle teases at her labia, rubbing its suckered side up against her folds to attempt to gently attach to whatever flesh it can get a hold of, only to let go and repeat the process over as he draws down then back up again.]

I mean, it's a good thing, right? [Mostly he just seems embarrassed so right about now it may be an incredibly subjective question. In the meantime, though, she pulls her hand back not because she's too worried about what all that might have meant - Boxer seems like a reasonable guy, he'd tell her if she crossed a boundary - but what's on her hand is kind of like ... Oh.

Ohhh!

Well alright then! Now that she's kind of on the same page she goes ahead and licks it off because, more than anything, she's sort of curious to know what it tastes like. If it's an equivalent to pre-cum or something then it may or may not be different from a purely human man's.] I'd hope it wasn't too much of a surprise, I can at least look pretty while you've got me in the palm of your hand?

[Since he's still doing most of the work. But for all of her playful attitude it's her turn to startle a little because there's no one way or another about it - she's wet, so there's more than enough arousal for those suckers to clamp onto and then sensation of it is something else. There's a brief period of oddness, where her brain scrambles to understand what's happening but it passes easily enough and she shudders.]

Holy shit, that's cool. [And it feels good enough that she can devote some of her pent up energy to wiggle her hips down a little more, as if that might help it along.]

[To be perfectly honest?

It tastes like a mouthful of seawater, except goopy. It's not the most appealing thing in the world.]

Planning to have you in a lot more than just my hand...

[Figuratively speaking, anyway. If everything goes according to plan, he'll be the one in her. Speaking of which...

Boxer reaches down with a hand, placing a thumb on one lip and his forefinger on the other, gently spreading her apart and teasing her entrance with the thin tip of his tentacle, running gentle circles just inside of her. After an agonizing while, he finally starts to slide the tentacle inside of her. As the diameter of his limb gets progressively thicker and the fit progressively tighter, the suction cups--not intentionally, but by effect of being squeezed--suck gently near her clit.]

I wonder...how much you can take?

[What kind of size queen are you, Noriko?]

[It's definitely kind of weird but, come on, guy lives in the water! She figured it would taste like salt though nothing could prepare her for the amount, but it's not absolutely unbearable. That little comment gets a laugh out of her, soft and excited.] That's the dream right now, huh?

[It is, it absolutely, completely is. Boxer's got an easy, almost relaxed sort of way about him that makes her want to consider the usual rough and tumble sort of one night stands. And of course she has no way of knowing if there's any restraint on his end, but whether that's the case or not at least he ends up looking really cool as a result? Rare is the man who can adequately slow her down without a lot of emotional involvement.

But she hasn't lost sight of the goal anymore than he has, and there's no sign of discomfort even as the girth increases.]

A lot. [She's already panting, but there's a particularly excited smile on her face.] More.

[That one word isn't as confident as she'd like it to be, her voice trembles, but she's very far from pained. So ... Definitely a formidable size queen, if nothing else.]

Oh! You're dirty.

[She makes an awful lot of demands for the one that isn't in charge! Or, actually, she is. He can read her--or at least her reactions, and listen through the fog of her trembling voice to seek out if she's close to her limit.

And she's not.]

You're already taking much more than what the average human has to offer...

[Whatever "average" might actually be. He's more of the type to recall anecdotal data than actual statistics, and he's not making a habit of dalliances with those who are likely to overcompensate.

In other words: he's a size queen too.

He pulls out his tentacle and brings another to the front line. They twist together in a helix, sucker-sides outward because hell if he's going to deprive her of that unique, exaggerated texture. Together, they start the journey back side of her.]

That so? [She knows, of course, that she's a little more ... Capable, maybe too willing to push at her own boundaries, to accept the pain that can come with it and push along a little more. Nariko's known that all of her life, but hearing Boxer say it in a positive manner is kind of new, it's fun. Oddly enough, it makes her like him even more.]

And to think I haven't even put in too much effort just yet!

[And yet it nearly takes her a minute to get all of that out.]

Hopefully I'll keep - fucking christ - [That was a moan bordering on a shout because what's better than one set of suckers pushing and moving along the insides of her pussy? Two. It's also strangely overwhelming, so forgive her for hiccuping in the middle there.] impressing you!

[She can do that while they kiss, though, so she tries to pull him up into one, rougher and far more biting than earlier. It was a helpful distraction mostly because she is a little bit bossy, but all that frenetic, demanding energy is threatening to become overly subservient, stuttering and begging. He's cute and all but she'll hopelessly call out his name for half the beach to hear when he's got her well and truly stuffed.

Because no one said that she wasn't prideful until the very last possible moment.]

Nonsense. You're a talented woman working very hard...

[Especially considering she's nearly taking the equivalent of three human dicks at once, except the fit is way more convenient. He knew her body was amazing, but never would he have expected this...! He can feel it in her, that this isn't quite her limit either, and knowing that is driving him crazy.

When she pulls him in for a kiss he's helpless to fight against it--not that he wants to, but his obviously aroused, heady breathing is now making itself known. He wants to fill out and stretch every hole on her body, try to find a home for all of his tentacles--and there's a special place reserved for the gold one.

Speaking of which, it's gently wrapped itself around one of her hands and forearm, a fairly constant dribble of precum dripping from its tip, intensifying in quantity at even the slightest touch. It would be an alarming amount of precum for a human, but for a creature his size? This is normal.

One of the others wraps itself around the curve of her plump ass under her stuffed pussy, and a short lapse of self-control allows him to latch onto her skin and suck on it hard, leaving two parallel rows from her sit bone to the crest of her pelvis of sucker-hickies that are sure to hang around for at least a week.

He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva keeping them connected until he gets just far enough from her to break the tension. There's a moment of stillness as he remembers how to formulate a sentence.]

So, your ass---mm. That, uh, off-limits at all?

For you? Hell no.

[It's not some super special act that she's against, nor is it one that requires any special consideration, so she ends up making it sound a little more weighted than it actually happens to be. Taking it up the ass is about as fun as anything else but there's really a lot to be said for a partner who knows what they're actually doing back there. Boxer seems more than knowledgeable enough, though, and since his tentacles are rather slick they probably won't run into an issue there. But just in case:]

Just be prepared to take care of me if I can't walk afterward. [But he might already be well on his way to accomplishing that so he'd probably have to deal with it anyway! Hope you like after-sex cuddlers, Boxer.]

She notices the gold one a little late, mostly because for as talented as she is Nariko can be easily distracted, though anyone who could ignore the force of Boxer's tentacles might be a miracle unto themselves.]

Not so shy now, hm?

[Obviously they're not sentient, but it's only after she's said it that they might be connected to how clearly aroused he is. It'll make for an interesting question in the near future but right now she lifts the arm that holds the golden limb so that she can drag her tongue over it, notably avoiding the tip, wherever it may happen to rest. She'd probably end up creating something of a mess as a result because the man was like a faucet left on, but she didn't mind - hell, if anything they seem ed to match in a sense because while certainly within the range of 'human' how wet she became with even a slight movement - let alone a full on thrust - was as generous as her smaller body could logically produce.]

[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.

[There's really so much of it that she doesn't see the point in trying to clean herself and she's far more distracted with taking the gold limb in her mouth anyway.

And, sure, she's certainly talented and a little unique is some ways but she's always been talented when it comes to blowjobs and such. It's in part because she doesn't possess a gag reflex, that paired with her desire to push at her own limits tends to make for an incredibly fun time! So she doesn't pull it away and, if anything, she's determined to see actually how much can comfortably fit down her throat. She moves her tongue underneath it, shifting back and forth.

It's almost enough to distract her from what he's doing with his fingers, almost, but not quite. She's bent and stuffed, and now there's a familiar pressure at the back end. It's so much, for just a second there Nariko's lost in the whole mess of sensations. There isn't a single part of her that isn't being paid some kind of attention and it's all adding up to a very quick, immediate orgasm, the first of his proposed several. At this rate he'll get at least that many with some extra on top because simply fingering her leaves Nariko shuddering, eyes half shut to the world for as much as she wants to look at him.]

Nngh! [That was ... It might have been his name or something if her mouth wasn't very, very full.

The compliment might not have been particularly earned since the combination of his voice and the push of that first tentacle, joining the other two that had already stuffed her, did her in. She came with a trembling, warped noise that could barely escape properly. Her fingers kept pulling at the sand, a desperate but effective way to keep herself still without accidentally biting down (because ow, that'd really have to suck for him) while she worked through the height of it all.

No, she couldn't be doing such a good job now, right? Not when she was beginning to lose any real sense of time or place, and when her body was officially struggling to register every little thing that was happening to it from the various angles - but fuck was it so good. She'd never felt so debauched and overwhelmed at once, and there was no shame in it, no concern about her appearance - and she was one hell of a mess by now - or even what Boxer might think of her. The only real snag was that he still wasn't getting anything out of this right?

Aside from a spectacular view, if he was into that kind of thing.]

[Oh, shit, already?

Boxer wasn't prepared for her to orgasm--not in the way he'd like to be. Once he realizes that's what's happening, he quickly takes Noriko's hands so that she's not grasping at sand, letting her grasp his fingers as he gently runs his thumbs against the back of her hand. Despite the gentle gesture, his limbs are still trying to keep up the pace though her spasming muscles have presented a new challenge.

In a low voice, he calls out softly...] You're doing great, Noriko...take it easy, don't fight it...

[He lets things come to a relative, gentle stillness as she rides out her orgasm, but as it starts to slow down, he brings back the pace.

Boxer really does appreciate the gesture of not biting down on him, because he knows the temptation is there. He rewards (?) her by introducing more into her mouth to really test out that lack of gag reflex he detected earlier. God, she really is incredible. It gets pretty girthy around her mouth, but he remembers that she does need to breathe, so he backs off every so often so she can catch her breath.

Meanwhile, he starts adding a second tentacle to her ass. That's right, no rest for the weary. But he gives her an appreciative couple kisses on her lower stomach, about the location particularly crowded organ, as he squeezes her hands reassuringly. The view is more than enough of a reward right now...besides, time will tell how her (exceedingly talented) body will handle the inevitable moment when he 'gets something' out of this.]

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[It's a good thing that Boxer is all around different because if she'd gripped a normal man's hand with the same strength she might have fractured something, somewhere. But at least the grip keeps her steady and her body far more relaxed than it would have normally been. She didn't even buck off to one side! It was a real and true miracle. Of course she could probably pull off a whole lot with that voice of his telling her what to do. She relaxed once it began to abate, but didn't untangle her fingers from his. It was nice to hold onto him even if it was the smallest possible gesture going on amidst numerous others.

Her own remains largely useless because he's inching farther and farther down her mouth without a single bit of resistance. The increase of girth tests how far her lips can comfortably spread and that's about the only aspect that's registering as vaguely uncomfortable, not that she'd say as much or have it in her to complain if she were able to talk at all. Natural abilities aside Nariko's far more likely to wear herself out by refusing to admit her (admittedly few) sexual limitations. It's a bit of a problem.

But that's so far away right now, she sucks and licks at the gold tentacle, trying to keep it moving around the once bashful limb. The second one that presses into her backside produces something along the lines of a muffled choking noise, but she still isn't gagging - it's just the closest approximation to a moan she can come up with as it leaves her mouth so that she can breathe for a second.]

Got - anymore?

[Even her ability to joke is beginning to erode. There's too much pleasure, too much threatening to overwhelm her, and then there's a post-orgasm haze that she probably can't shake to save her life. It's a testament to what he's doing though, a very good thing!

But also, seriously, how many more of these things do you have, Handsome?]

[Two on her ankles, two in her snatch, two in her ass, one in her mouth...which means there's two left. Two lonely little (yeah, right) tentacles. Everyone will have their place soon...

He smiles lightheartedly.] Getting cocky?

[Maybe she's ready for the main course, then. The gold tentacle completely pulls itself from her mouth, ending the trip with a lively splurt over her cheek. It drags, with its full weight, down her body, leaving a damning trail of evidence the whole way down. It meets its fellows tucked inside of her pussy, and they draw out to add the gold one to their helix.]

Get ready...

[That's the warning he gives her before the triple threat starts working its way in. Suckers are still pointed out, still providing that texture which contrasts pretty significantly against the smooth, slimy texture of the gold one, and every inch inside her gets to enjoy it all as he introduces a gentle spin to his movement. The two in her ass alternate in thrusting, keeping her plenty busy down here.

And those last two that haven't been accounted for?

They help themselves to crowding each other in her mouth.]

[Oh, that's an awesome one, so very well timed. 'Cocky'! Hah.

She smirks even as she's covered in more mess, for a moment there the most interesting thing int he world is to simply watch what that gold appendage is doing, and the possibilities don't click until the very last moment. Oh. Well ... Shit. There's the vaguest sense of hesitation, but it's dealt with quickly because anticipation rises, as it turns out.] Holy shit!

[Yeah, she's not the most articulate woman to be known right now because it's -- Even though she can quite clearly see what's happening there, that he's literally spinning his tentacles and that is the source of pleasure that's practically rocking her brain in its place.] God - Boxer!

[Son of a fuck all. But that's really all she gets out, and only by luck it seems, because those other two tentacles want their share, too. There's a little choked noise in there somewhere but she relaxes her throat all the same, doing her absolute best to accommodate them as lovingly as possible - that lack of a gag reflex is really coming in handy, and he gets to be the only man that's really put it to the test!]

[Hopefully she won't be disappointed that the way he treats her mouth with his tentacles is a little more conservative compared to earlier, not nearly pushing her gag reflex like earlier as far as depth is concerned. They get a little deep, deep enough that it'd mess with the average fellaciator, but he refrains from going deep enough to cut off her air supply. The way that his suckers stick to the insides of her cheeks should be indication why--he doesn't want to get stuck to her esophagus by accident and nearly choking her.

He grins at her, at her song that he cuts short by occupying her mouth. Boxer gives her knuckles a gentle squeeze as he adds, yes, even more--a broad lick that starts from his tentacle mass and runs upward to bathe her clitoris...slowly, fully, repetitively. Let's see if we can squeeze out another one before he reaches his own climax.]

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[Nariko was the idiot that decided it was totally fine to just plop right next to a guy that was multiple sizes bigger than herself - she's not disappointed by the treatment itself but the explanation doesn't quite make it to the surface of her thoughts. What does occur to Nariko is how she can slide and twist her tongue around those limbs and the suckers that line parts of her mouth, she runs the tip of her tongue quickly at the rims, masses it along the insides - she's as curious as as she is wet right about now, so good on Boxer for being so aware, she sure as hell isn't. What a responsible guy.

And a talented one as he's proven multiple times over.

There's no hope of standing up to him and she's made her peace with that incredibly quickly, in part because of his newest move there. There's so much coming from every direction that even though she registers the special, so-good-it's-almost-maddening electric shock up and down her spine, Nariko has no idea where it's coming from at first. Omnipotent sensations until it repeats and repeats and repeats, and she her voice finds a way to climb higher and higher despite it's clear muffling.

Of course she'll go before him again, every nerve on her body is all but howling for another brain melting orgasm - but she turns her head away from the tentacles in her mouth despite the happy attention she's been willing to pay them up until now. She would pull at them but Nariko doesn't want to let go of Boxer's hand, only a natural disaster could make her let go.]

[He appreciates it. In multiple ways.

Boxer has had sex with a lot of people. A lot. And he can count the number of people that are able to pull off what she's doing on a single hand. After having vanilla sex with numerous people, it's revitalizing to run across something that excites him beyond the regular motions.

He bites his bottom lip with a mild grin as he watches and feels her orgasm again. Her crowded snatch puts an incredible amount of pressure on his dick-tentacle, so despite having only a small fraction of it buried inside of her, his back arches as a strong electric tingle runs down his spine with his orgasm, squeezing her hands in gentle pulses.

And if she thought that he put out of precum, well, she's in for a surprise right now. If she has enough wits about her to notice while it happens.]

N-Noriko...!

[Despite how...explosive it is, he's rather quiet.]

[While she might as well exist for the sake of this moment and for all that they're doing she isn't so far gone that she can't notice him practically flooding her body. If anything it's just another facet but fuck is it a really good one. And even better than all that is his voice - he's definitely really quiet but a lot of guys are sort of like that, right? She's never run into a man anywhere near as loud as herself, after all.

So to catch that one expressive moment of his, and the fact that he's saying her name ... She loves it.

It makes her own orgasm so, so much better, because apparently there really had been room for improvement from the first one. This time it's impossible to keep still no matter how violently she grips his hand, her hips buck as if determined to take even more than would be physically possible, maybe she wants a little more pain or there's no such thing as feeling it in that moment, it's difficult to say.

No matter what Boxer can probably keep a hold of her, right? For her it seems to go on forever but in truth it's maybe a handful of seconds before her body manages to calm itself into what can only be deemed a partially calm state. At the rate they're going he might be able to breathe and make her come.]

[Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

As he spends his ejaculate, his golden tentacle loses some of its robust profile, nonetheless staying dangerously slick and smooth. It's sensitive now--pleasantly so--without the constant dribble of precum.

Boxer rests his head between her thighs, lazily taking a significant section of her breast into his mouth and sucking on it idly. His tentacles slow down in their movements, but they still continue--hopefully Noriko doesn't mind being brought to her third orgasm with a slow, lazy fuck.

He lets go of one of her hands to place his warm fingers on the slight bulge on her lower stomach. With her plugged up so tight, there's nowhere else for that huge load to go anywhere else but, well, up. Hopefully she doesn't notice the mischievous curl that the edges of his mouth take on against her breast when he realizes what's happened to her.]

[Her other hand finally disengages from the sand beneath them, and she's aware enough in her post-orgasm haze to wipe it on her towel before she reaches up and pulls at the tentacles in her mouth so that she can be free for just a second. They can feel up her tits or something.]

Oh my god. [And he hasn't even stopped, not that she would even think to complain about it.] Talk about a force of nature.

[She can think, honestly! Her brain still works. It apparently works enough for her to comprehend what Boxer has already taken note of. That's. Oh.] ... That's new. [It's not like the every day man could possibly fill her with this much so it might be understandable to him but she attempts to debate how this even works for a second.

But that's far too complex, so she grabs one of the two long tentacles that had occupied her mouth and massages it with her fingers.] You look very proud of yourself.

[If he's really the type to enjoy causing such happy debauchery then she might be a little in love with him.]

[She can talk after all that? She's a real force of nature herself.

Boxer slowly sits up, head lolling as he rolls his shoulders. It's not what he intended, but it's still a show nonetheless, before he reaches up to place a hand on the ground beside her head as his other moves up to run his thumb across her lips.]

Another beauty ravaged by the might of the Kraken...

[To be perfectly honest, yes, it's a little bit of an ego trip, even outside of the whole "holy shit this feels amazing" thing. He likes finding and pushing boundaries, okay? And since he's not living up to his creed's likely well-earned reputation of sinking ships, he's gotta quench his thirst for conquering by using his dexterity and mental acuity.

Not that he believes people are things that need to be conquered or owned, but victory in these circumstances are just as easily defined as shipwrecks are.]

How are you holding up?

[Need a stretch? A drink? You've been in this position for a while, Noriko.]

[He can't hope to avoid her tongue if he's going to touch her lips like that, though all she does is pass it over the digit, rather benign.]

Hm.

[How is she? More than happy. If there were things she had been upset about or needed to decompress from then they feel completely beyond the scope of understanding right now. With her free hand she reaches up to skate her fingers over his chest, just another excuse to touch him, basically.]

I'm tired enough to want ribs. [But not something huge like an entire large pizza to herself. He's currently worn her out in just the right way, it's nice to feel the hint of exhaustion while remaining mostly in herself.] Kinda just wanna stay here all night and bang, though. Over and over and over again.

[Who cares about going home? Not her.]

[God, she's cute. Especially when she does little gestures like that. He preens a little bit when she goes to touch him.]

What if I told you we could do both? [So indulgent.] I know a place nearby that delivers. Might have to drop by my place so we don't get sand all over it.

[Plus, if he brings her home, she also has the option to just rest, vegetate, and have an excessive amount of food.]

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