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[Well, they're just now broaching the concept that he's got some slick tentacles that are more than happy to help themselves to whatever they want when he's not consciously controlling them. She'll have to ask upfront if he wants to introduce something new they haven't already done.]

I'll take your word for it...but I really do love your cleavage au naturale too.

[He'll try not to go for unclasping her bra, in that case, despite the temptation. Instead, he'll drive the tentacle between her legs even deeper. It's a little bit of an awkward angle with her sitting up straight, but the tight squeeze just seems to be more motivating than anything else. Soon she'll find that, if she doesn't change her posture, her weight will be balanced on her snatch and his tentacle, making the suction even more intense as her fluids are shared.]

You say that now...

[Just a lil' bit of a challenge. Just a lil'.]

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[Is there a situation where he doesn't like her cleavage? Probably not, and he's pretty great for that alone. Nariko might have had some response or another, but the sudden and rather dramatic change visibly throws her off. It's an incredibly weird distribution of weight and her arms brace on the table a bit, but she won't be able to pull that off forever.]

Is this - I mean, just on their own?

[Because the more she actually watches his expression the more it seems as if he's still a bit neutral. Which isn't to say he might not be enjoying the sight and the whole situation, but it's like the top half is having a good day and everything under the table wants to get all smutty.

Either way she's just not catching onto the breadth of control he has to exert over them.]

More or less. I can take over if I need to, but it's much more comfortable to let them do what they want.

[Leaves him with more mind to appreciate his drink. Yum. So casual...on the surface. He will pull back a little of the activity when the waiter comes back with her drink, but when he leaves the groping picks back up tenfold. In particular, the one she's practically sitting on now is worming its way even farther inside, squirming to saturate itself in her natural fluid before heading in deeper, and deeper...the farther it goes the more of her weight has to sit on it. If anything, he's really showing off their strength by the way it can keep moving forward even though it's being squashed by her body.]

Edited 2016-03-18 05:18 (UTC)

[Uh, yeah, about that!! He's never kept the strength of his tentacles a secret - in fact he's fretted over them and worried about harming her enough for her to be consistently aware of the fact - and yet this is probably the first time it's really sinking into her. Due in no small part to the fact that she's not exactly a waif, and yet it doesn't even feel as if those wily limbs are straining themselves to keep this up.]

So this whole time ... [He's just constantly been exerting control over himself, every minute of every day and week and month - et cetera. She's trying to communicate a thought when it would be awfully simple to let herself enjoy it all and moan - which she does, fuck the fact that they're in public!

It's a vacation, after all.]

This whole time.

[He knows what she's getting at, at least. Her moan echoes ever so slightly in the relative emptiness of the dining cabin, and he looks around as if trying to pinpoint the noise.

Maybe attempting this when it's crowded would be a better idea. It'd be louder, easier to hide her noises, but even more erotic due to the sheer volume of people.

More tentacle, more girth. The one at her ass moves downward so it can get its share of fluid, dancing at her entrance to bathe itself before heading on in, suckers teasing at her ass as they pass by it.]

It's like the next step up from muscle memory. How are you feeling?

[Such casual conversation--that actually has purpose in moving forward.]

Really goddamn wet!

[Despite the truth the exact words might still be something of an understatement, she's pretty much dripping as much as feasibly possible around his Tentacles Gone Wild antics.] Yo-you could have told me! Earlier!

[By now it's a struggle to control her tone, it threatens to warble too low or high-pitched depending on what sensation immediately strikes her in the instant. The expression she's got is probably one Boxer's seen a few times by now, a look of utter concentration that has nothing to do with a lack of pleasure, it's a useless attempt to keep herself together when she'd much rather stop thinking and just become a pleasantly writhing slut.

But what she's trying to say here is a little more important, so she won't be conceding just yet.] Even if it's - t-too help I don't - like that you had to ... With me!

[Perhaps it's a very silly thing, in the end. But she does enjoy their openness, so to know that he worried about just letting them do as they liked even with her is almost disheartening! Thankfully that'll be changing, but it must have been a pain for him, in some respects.]

I rather play it safe than risk upsetting you. Some plan that was...

['Cause, you know, he ended up upsetting her anyway. Good going, champ. To match her strained look, he simply rests his elbow on the table, propping up his chin in his hand.

His tentacles have no choice now--they wrap around her legs and pull them apart. The two tentacles inside her align themselves against her inner sides, gaping her open so that her soaking wet, hot insides can feel the chill of the air for a while.]

Maybe we should come up with some communication tactic that won't get misunderstood in the heat of the moment...a kind of safe word.

Don't - linger!

[There's no sense in that, and they handled the issue as a whole, so he doesn't need to beat himself up!

Considering that she'd been making some pathetic attempt to brace on her legs and keep up the illusion of sitting down like a normal person, to have them spread apart is further disorienting.] 'Lemon' is a pretty good safe word.

[And being left - well, pulled open just makes her feel incomparably empty, and it's far from a pleasant sensation. It's hard to believe this is all his tentacles, that it's not his subconscious or something like that. She braces against the table and lets her head again a bit, trying and failing to gain some form of control over herself. It's not going to work, but it's fun to try.]

Best I've got. [But considering how often she likes sucking his dick or tentacles a solid gesture that means 'stop' might not be a bad idea by any means.]

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It's okay, I'm just digging on myself.

[As he is apt to do.

Nariko doesn't have to worry about the discomfort for too long, because one unique and familiar tentacle shoves itself with a rather significant amount of force and without any warning deep inside of her, taking up what space he'd made for himself and then some. He lets out a relaxed sigh as he further buries himself inside of her.]

Lemon, huh...

[He takes a sip of his lemonade. Relevant!]

Ahh!

[Yeah, there wasn't any controlling herself there, if they haven't attracted some stares then they must have some now. Or they aren't, hell, she'll enjoy it either way. Half the world could be watching and she wouldn't begin to object to it.

She actually thought of the word because there's nothing sexier than the irritation that comes with tasting pure lemon - it's got to be one of the least sexy things in the world.

She was going to tell him to not do the digging on himself thing but she can't remember to, now, she'll have to remember to tell him later.]

Christ, s'good you're - holding me.

[Because if he wasn't she'd have fallen flat on her ass, her knees were so shaky.] S-Still it's - nice. I like it.

[That he's - or at least some part of him! - is being demanding of her. It's weirdly comforting.]

[Don't shame lemon fetishists, Nariko.]

Mmh...you're super tight today.

[He says, having shoved three fat tentacles up there. Of course, she's always gonna feel sublime to him, since she can actually take this load like it's nothing.

...and it's really winding him up, just seeing her get fucked, in public, with her clothes still on. Why haven't they done this clothed sex thing yet? It's awesome. He shoves more of his gold tentacle into her, doubling up on it from within, careful to aim the end of it well deep inside of her to minimize the already out of hand mess. For all of his precum-drooling, he's trying to keep it all inside of her--

but here comes the food. Reminiscent of their first night together, isn't it? His tentacles come to a rest when he sees the waiter headed in their direction, keeping the invading tentacles still so to avoid embarrassing their waiter with making their shenanigans too obvious.]

Mm, it looks delicious. Thank you.

[Lemon fetishists can do as they please, she will even provide them with lemons! But that doesn't mean they're sexy to her.

It's not nothing at all! It's goddamn heaven, and pretty much always has been. And who knows why they haven't, it was probably a timing thing. It's a running theme, along with food serving as an interruption and despite the near violent shocks of pleasure rocking through every end of her she smiles.]

For once, I can't think about food!

[It's a miracle.]

Eat your food, Nariko. Don't want it to get cold.

[Sorry, what was that about 'demanding'? The look on his face is nothing if not entirely devious--he knows exactly what he's doing, and until she's calling lemons, he's not going to go easy on her. And, hey, it's not like he's actively fucking her! He's just letting his tentacles chill.

Look! He's eating too! Just pick up the fork and, mm, look at these yummy pot stickers. Watch Boxer eat them slowly for her like they're part of an oral fixation presentation.]

[That sounds an awful lot like an order, and the part of her that wants to be a brat is nothing compared to her apparent desire to obey. She pouts at him a bit and, with an incredibly unsteady hand, she tries reaching for her plate first and then a pot sticker because he doesn't get to just make them look good and weirdly sexy like that!!!]

Y-Yes, sir. [There's a little hint of attitude in there but there has been no lemon calling, so she's hoping he knows it's not anything at all.

Even though it's just basically taking residence in her cunt there's still the anticipation, the sense that it might move soon and the resulting desire for it. Patience isn't her virtue when it comes to sex.]

["Sir?" Ohoho...he likes the sound of that, even if there's an uppity little twinge to it.]

Good girl.

[And as she eats, the activity starts back up again, giving her a proper fuck while he just sits there and eats like nothing unusual is happening under the table. The moment she stops eating, though, he stops the movement until she eats again.

This is what we call classical conditioning, folks.]

[That's just .... Holy fuck all is it hot. Two little words that push her heart beat into near threatening levels of activity. Damn him and his rich voice.

It takes her .... A shamefully long time to realize what's actually going on. In a rare show of genuine ignorance Nariko just figured that he stopped when she wasn't eating because he was giving her a little bit of a break! But that doesn't make sense because the more his cock shifts inside of her the more difficult it is to eat ... But she really doesn't want him to stop.

What that means is ... She's eating really quickly now, focusing more on the actions of it than actually tasting any of it!

Which is a shame because it all seems very delicious, but so is sex.]

[Oops!]

Hey. Eating faster isn't going to make me go any faster.

[Before she has time to complain, he snatches her plate away from her! He uses his own fork to pick up one of the pot stickers and holds it out for her to eat.]

If you can't control yourself topside, I'll just have to stuff you at both ends myself.

[Because he really, really does not want her to make herself nauseous in the name of a good fucking. But like this, he has no choice but to drive into her at the rate he has her eat from his hand. It's a win-win for Nariko!]

Hey!!

[Apparently this uppity thing is going to be a bit of a theme because when he pulls her food away she looks ready to kind of throw a fit. Even when he offers the food she turns her head away as if she might actually turn it down but ... That's something she'll have to test at a different time. Right now the illusion is enough and she opens her mouth to catch the pot sticker.]

Why do I feel like you're [She has to talk around eating and also fucking so it's a bit of an effort unto itself.] really enjoying this?

Wouldn't be doing it if I wasn't getting off on it.

[Getting off on it! Can you believe that? He looks like they're just here for a casual lunch!]

Actually, on that note, could you give me a second?

[His tentacle backs up a little just to shove itself back in and he lets out a load into her. In the most subtle o-face ever, Boxer's eyes unfocus as he bites his bottom lip like he's seen something he wants.

As for the collateral damage she's now sporting, well...they'll just write it off as a food baby. Or something.]

[He really does! But at the same time Boxer's really not the type to lie, he jokes and messes around, sure! But he doesn't lie. And he can't be when he decides to go ahead and take a moment to come in her, the same way someone might step outside to catch their breath.]

Fuck!

[She is much less quiet, of course, because subtlety was never her thing, and the entirety of the situation is beginning to take the appropriate toll on her.] Boxer, ah - I?

[Who the hell knows what she's trying to say there, she tends to ramble at the end so it's probably nothing important. Maybe it's a bit of self-deprecating humor at the fact that she just came with him.]

[He can only tell by the familiar way her muscles contract around him. He'll wait for the tremors to pass before he takes out his tentacles, because experience he has now dictates that the longer he waits after orgasm, the more comfortable it is for her.

One dry tentacle sneaks up onto the table and grabs a napkin by scrunching it up in its grip, then disappearing under the table to sop up some of Nariko's mess while he pushes her unfinished plate back towards her.]

That was romantic. [Coming together like that! ...In public!]

I'm - really glad our visions of romantic match.

[Or something like that, she's experiencing that post-coital rush of feeling and it's a little harder to lay back on a table, so she manages a smile and tries to enjoy her drink. The tentacle that's helping her gets a loving pet, even though that make sit look as though she's touching herself.]

Didn't know public fucking was your thing.

[Learn something new about your steady boyfriend all the time!!]

You know, I didn't either. Usually when I'm out in public, I'm by myself.

[All the more reason to behave himself, honestly. He goes back to eating.]

But that's the kind of thing I do when I'm in season. No warning, just--then and there.

[Just to give her a controlled taste of what's to come if she's really okay with this.]

So that was basically a giant demo run.

[Which is something of a relief because she was beginning to think the intensity of it all was a twenty-four seven thing! Apparently it's that they're touchier than usual if he doesn't restrain himself, but maybe all out fucking won't be the norm.

Unless he's 'in season'.]

And that's summer, right? Your season.

Yeah. Warmer water makes the hormones kick in.

[Not only is it currently summer, but the island they're going to is fairly tropical...someone's going to be chomping at the bit to have sex a lot on this trip.]

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