That isn't an erection ... [She's just talking to herself for a brief moment there because even soft he's girthy as hell. Shit.]
It's almost a good thing we can't share a bed, then. [Almost, because the one thing she dislikes is that they can only share the same general sleeping area. But it also means that he doesn't know how incredibly warm she gets, though past bedmates have told her it's pretty uncomfortable, maybe it wouldn't be different with him but she can dream!]
Have I mentioned that I love your body.
[Because she does. He's big and comforting, and no one else can fuck her nearly as well, too.]
[You know if not for the activity going on below her waist, both painful and not, she'd immediately ask why he doesn't already completely adore it to the point of outright vanity! But the little note about cramps gets her attention first, and might explain the odd angle that her teeth accidentally scrap over his torso. Thank goodness they're blunt, normal human teeth.]
Seriously?
[That's - hell, that's probably logical, right?] And that's not at all - weird for you?
[It's an honest question, because it's pretty weird of her to be simultaneously aware of the pain that comes from said cramps and the pleasure that's stemming from even the vaguest sexual contact, including the stretching that she's more than eager for.]
[It's his size in general that pisses him off, mostly. Being wheelchair-bound on land. His weight on weaker structures.]
Nope. Does this help at all?
[He pushes his tentacle downward, pressing against her angry uterus. His theory is that he might actually be able to massage that angry muscle into relaxing and give her relief.]
[The wheelchair and the weight thing are especially understandable, but she might not ever be able to agree with the disdain for his size. Just means there's a lot more of him to love and pay well deserved attention.
She can't answer him immediately. The pressure is a little weird simply because she's never felt it before, once she's adjusted and stopped focusing on his presence inside her then she can work out a genuine reaction.] I think it is, yes.
[It's still pretty angry but there is a notable bit of relief that comes with him pressing at it, more an eight on the pain scale than an eleven.]
[Prepare to get fucked and massaged all in the same gesture. Boxer pushes his tentacle up and down against her uterus to ease out those contractions, but it's impossible to do it without thrusting his cock in and out. During the process, his tentacle gorges with blood and stretches her out even more to a diameter of three inches. His massage gets even more assertive, now that his muscle has more blood feeding into it and making it stronger.
...and then he remembers how human anatomy works.]
[Oh, this is so weird but it's also the most solid form of relief she's ever felt from these fucking cramps so, really, she's willing to accept the surreality of the whole thing. She can't help squirming when he begins to expand in her body because holy shit there's no putting that out of her head.]
Oh my god that's great.
[She's perfectly fine with squirming and moaning on top of him! And whatever hesitancy she might have felt about having sex all bloody is really beginning to wear off.
[He's not trying to ruin the mood! Imagine how the mood would have been ruined if he didn't warn her ahead of time!]
In case I push too hard. [And too low. Then again, she's never had any problems when being stretched before...but none of those times were intentionally trying to press against her organs.
Better safe than sorry, especially when he's trusting more of his tentacle into her. It's a slower rate than usual, given the chaotic state of everything in there, but hopefully it's a pleasant stretch for her anyway.
Especially when he regularly adds more lube, rubbing it along the junction where her entrance clings to his dick.]
[But now she's going to worry about it! Or make some vague attempt to because there's a good amount of sensation going on here and she's only capable of taking in so much. And at the forefront is his new low and slow technique which, frankly, is already driving her pretty goddamn nuts.]
I-It'll be fine. [Hopefully because, wow, there are few things that could genuinely turn her off completely, and that might be one of them.]
Boxer, [Moaning his name really is a lot of fun, just for the record.] I - One's not enough! There's another - you know!
[She's never had so much trouble asking to be fucked, this is almost it's own brand of mortifying.]
[Oh, it's awesome to hear her beg for it. He laughs--whatever hesitation he had about fucking her during her menstruation was now gone.]
Okay, okay! Sorry.
[Another tentacle comes up from behind her and ducks under her clothing. The question here is, is there a tampon he has to pull out first, or is she already slick with her own blood?]
[No tampons involved, just a pad, which has likely been angled out of the way during the ass shenanigans.]
N-No, it's not you or anything. [So he doesn't have anything to apologize for, he's just being caution for her sake and really she appreciates that! Better to take it slow than rush right in there with something like this.] I just can't believe it feels right.
[Which is just the same as admitting that she can't believe he's about to fuck her while she's bloody and her nerves are a mess and the entirety of her usually efficient brain is centered around sex and molten lava cake.]
[Good, all the easier to shove his tentacle right up there and fill her up.]
I could've sworn I told you about this before.
[Holy shit, she's so hot in there...but he manages to keep himself under control and give her a slow stretch. The one in her ass is resting the stretch for now, settling in to massage her while the one in her cunt expands. Whatever makes her feel the most comfortable...whatever makes her feel good.]
Nothing you could say would have convinced me I'd like it this much.
[She had doubted it right up until the very end, somewhat convinced that it had to be uncomfortable or maybe the sensation of, y'know, her blood effectively being moved around during sex might be way too unnerving. But Nariko hadn't accounted for the outright horniness that sometimes came with all the hormones, pain, and ridiculous cravings and discomfort. So long as Boxer keeps pressing on her insides the right way she gets all of the benefits without any of the suffering.
And it's beautiful.]
But it's really good - really fucking good! [She's apparently given up on kissing him all over to instead work her hips back onto his tentacle, trying to test how much force she can take.] Might have to do it more than once.
[Who knew it was possible to be this sensitive, even a little thrust, with all the control in her hands, feels a little mind-blowing, so she can only imagine what it would feel like if he stopped controlling himself.]
[Not that he sells to anyone besides Nariko these days.
He lets out a deep chuckle, one she could hear vibrating in his broad chest. She doesn't have to test so much all on her own! Boxer will dutifully fill her up with more and more tentacle as time passes, now both in her ass and her pussy. Another starts knocking at her front door and weasels its way in.]
I invited you over to relax, Nariko, not get a workout.
[Outright masterful, in fact. And since he's particularly dedicated to helping her relax, essentially refusing to let her do any real work here there's no choice but to relax against his chest again. She stacks her arms a bit so that she can look at him as he sneaks another one in there.]
You're a very dedicated host.
[To say the least. By now her tone is a little odd around the edges, occasionally it lilts up when something slips or rubs the right way. Since moving is apparently out of the question she spreads her legs a little more, with no shortage of eager need, two tentacles would usually be something of a dent but even though she can feel their wonderful girth it just doesn't seem like enough. Four might be! Possibly five. That sounds like a good number to her. ]
[He knows that leg-spreading gesture by heart now, reading it as an open invitation for more. He adds more lube to the current situation down there, adding one tentacle each to her entrances, inching them in at the same time. His golden one is starting to dig in deeper too, and the girthier it gets inside the easier and fuller those uterus massages get. In fact, it might be helping push out a lot of that blood so it doesn't need to contract so much.]
[It's like it's growing inside of her in real time and it's insane and so wonderfully big. She's completely unaware of everything else going on, including the blood, though only somewhat momentarily because it's hard for her to not be aware of the stuff. It feels different from being aroused in the normal sense. But it doesn't bother her so much, he's relieving so much pressure that everything below her waist, rather than feel as if it was being stabbed over and over again, is almost eerily lax. Every time he gets all the way up in there she ends up making a sort of long, keening noise that might be better suited to an animal in heat.]
Is it supposed to be this sensitive?
[He's the one that's banged women on their periods before, so it makes sense to ask!]
[And eventually, there's going to be so much girthy tentacle in her ass that he won't need to massage her, as it's taking up so much space inside of her, pushing against the errant organ from both below and from inside her. If it so much as twitches he's pressing against it to quell its anger.
With her ass and pussy stretched out to at least five dicks in each hole, he decides that it's high time to pay some affectionate attention to her clitoris with the tip of another tentacle, holding off on stretching her any more unless she specifically requests it.]
[Lie to her Boxer, in the face of uncharted waters, it's a sexy thing to do, okay? Or maybe it hardly matters since she kind of has to accept the other part of what he says. Nothing hurts so it's fine, right? The most important thing when it came to health, sex, or even relationships was to listen to your body, be it the mind or the muscles. So maybe he's got the right idea.
It's moments like these that nearly convince her he's got infinite tentacles. She's stuffed on both ends and he still has room to toy with the most sensitive part of her body.]
Really doesn't hurt, though.
[It's the complete opposite. They never have bad sex, hell, they don't even have boring or standard sex! But this is just something else.] I might wanna do it again!
[Why is she still talking? Because if she stops then she goes back to moaning shamelessly, and she should be vaguely considerate of his neighbors, right?]
[But even more so when introducing her to something she'd have absolutely never tried, if not for the intricacies of Boxer's personality. There's something to be said for the trust that comes with doing something new together, even if it intimidates or scares you. Trust or not he doesn't have any control over her own silly concerns and, come on, doesn't she sound dumb, moaning and making a bunch of weird noises?
.... Except she can't tell him no, either, so it works out very well. Sure, the first pleasured little whimper could be deemed awkward but all it really takes is getting into the feeling, because she's beyond excited here. You want moans, Boxer? Have them in bulk.]
[This is what he needed to really get his blood flowing. The thrusts become harder, more robust, stretching her wider as her moans whet his appetite more and more. At some point she'll be able to feel her lower abdomen press into him, slightly pushed out due to the sheer volume of tentacles inside her and the force behind them.]
Nngh--Nariko!
[So maybe he'll join in. Boxer's never been much of a vocal partner, but those little whimpers, when they do show up, are definitely all her fault.]
[He's the strong and composed type as ever, but that just means that when he is a little expressive it's sort of like getting an audio snippet of heaven. There are few things in the world that make her as happy as guys moaning, after all, so Nariko will take all of the blame at any given moment, she pretty much deserves it.
Unfortunately it ends about the same, though, because once she gets going it's a lot harder to stop or bother restraining herself. She's a naturally expressive person, after all! Even more so when she registers how thoroughly he's jammed into her body because holy fuck is that worth more than a few arching shouts!
The one downside might be that there's two choices here: writhe a lot or accidentally scratch a few red lines into Boxer's otherwise perfect skin, and curbing the latter greatly enhances the former. It's probably fine because calling his name out in stuttered fragments against his chest doesn't mean she's inaudible! Just that it's all coming from a very weird angle.
Speaking of coming: He's about to hit a record time in a little bit.]
[Sorry, Nariko. He'd sing for her if he could, but he's really way too much of a quiet guy to really belt it out. It's not like he's holding himself back, don't get him wrong! This is his vocalization in its purest, unrestrained form.
Is she really keeping a track of his records? Because he's not! It's an art, not a science! And is she really that tempted to use her nails...? He has pretty sensitive skin, but it's thick, too...she'd make his skin crawl (in a good way) if she managed to control herself and draw some delicate lines against his skin with her nails.
Maybe after the fact would be better.
Egged on by her absolutely wanton moaning, he holds her by the sides with his massive hands and pushes downward towards her hips, providing a firm antagonistic force to push against with his tentacles. While it does make them go a little deeper, it mostly makes his thrusting feel even more powerful.]
[It's hard to not keep track when, in truth, she isn't really so simple to please. Boxer delivers soul rending, absolutely satisfying orgasms in the same amount of time it takes her to work up to just one with a human man. Which isn't to say that she's picky or even complicated, it's just never felt like enough, and on the occasions where it has she'd lacked the emotional chemistry and the trust. You put all that together and it's hard to do anything but note how quickly he gets her to come on his dick.
So that push of her hips threatens to knock her out of her own body, and it graduates her from moans to an outright shout that falters in volume towards the end. All those full noises start to roll into an actual set of words, awkward at first because of how hard she's suddenly moving, trying to reach the same level of depth and momentum without relying on him. At this point it's like chasing a feeling, an instinct for more - desperation at its finest, even though he isn't keeping her from anything to begin with.]
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It's almost a good thing we can't share a bed, then. [Almost, because the one thing she dislikes is that they can only share the same general sleeping area. But it also means that he doesn't know how incredibly warm she gets, though past bedmates have told her it's pretty uncomfortable, maybe it wouldn't be different with him but she can dream!]
Have I mentioned that I love your body.
[Because she does. He's big and comforting, and no one else can fuck her nearly as well, too.]
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[Even though the heat relaxes him enough to let it come out on its own, it'd get all crampy if he spent all night with it out.]
I love the way you make me love it too.
[With every small thrust, he inches in deeper; he's more stretching her than fucking her right now. At a point, he laughs lightly, sardonically.]
Can feel your cramps from in here...
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Seriously?
[That's - hell, that's probably logical, right?] And that's not at all - weird for you?
[It's an honest question, because it's pretty weird of her to be simultaneously aware of the pain that comes from said cramps and the pleasure that's stemming from even the vaguest sexual contact, including the stretching that she's more than eager for.]
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Nope. Does this help at all?
[He pushes his tentacle downward, pressing against her angry uterus. His theory is that he might actually be able to massage that angry muscle into relaxing and give her relief.]
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She can't answer him immediately. The pressure is a little weird simply because she's never felt it before, once she's adjusted and stopped focusing on his presence inside her then she can work out a genuine reaction.] I think it is, yes.
[It's still pretty angry but there is a notable bit of relief that comes with him pressing at it, more an eight on the pain scale than an eleven.]
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[Prepare to get fucked and massaged all in the same gesture. Boxer pushes his tentacle up and down against her uterus to ease out those contractions, but it's impossible to do it without thrusting his cock in and out. During the process, his tentacle gorges with blood and stretches her out even more to a diameter of three inches. His massage gets even more assertive, now that his muscle has more blood feeding into it and making it stronger.
...and then he remembers how human anatomy works.]
Let me know if you need to pee.
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Oh my god that's great.
[She's perfectly fine with squirming and moaning on top of him! And whatever hesitancy she might have felt about having sex all bloody is really beginning to wear off.
Until he says that.]
Wh-what?
[Talk about shifting the mood.]
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In case I push too hard. [And too low. Then again, she's never had any problems when being stretched before...but none of those times were intentionally trying to press against her organs.
Better safe than sorry, especially when he's trusting more of his tentacle into her. It's a slower rate than usual, given the chaotic state of everything in there, but hopefully it's a pleasant stretch for her anyway.
Especially when he regularly adds more lube, rubbing it along the junction where her entrance clings to his dick.]
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I-It'll be fine. [Hopefully because, wow, there are few things that could genuinely turn her off completely, and that might be one of them.]
Boxer, [Moaning his name really is a lot of fun, just for the record.] I - One's not enough! There's another - you know!
[She's never had so much trouble asking to be fucked, this is almost it's own brand of mortifying.]
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Okay, okay! Sorry.
[Another tentacle comes up from behind her and ducks under her clothing. The question here is, is there a tampon he has to pull out first, or is she already slick with her own blood?]
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N-No, it's not you or anything. [So he doesn't have anything to apologize for, he's just being caution for her sake and really she appreciates that! Better to take it slow than rush right in there with something like this.] I just can't believe it feels right.
[Which is just the same as admitting that she can't believe he's about to fuck her while she's bloody and her nerves are a mess and the entirety of her usually efficient brain is centered around sex and molten lava cake.]
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I could've sworn I told you about this before.
[Holy shit, she's so hot in there...but he manages to keep himself under control and give her a slow stretch. The one in her ass is resting the stretch for now, settling in to massage her while the one in her cunt expands. Whatever makes her feel the most comfortable...whatever makes her feel good.]
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[She had doubted it right up until the very end, somewhat convinced that it had to be uncomfortable or maybe the sensation of, y'know, her blood effectively being moved around during sex might be way too unnerving. But Nariko hadn't accounted for the outright horniness that sometimes came with all the hormones, pain, and ridiculous cravings and discomfort. So long as Boxer keeps pressing on her insides the right way she gets all of the benefits without any of the suffering.
And it's beautiful.]
But it's really good - really fucking good! [She's apparently given up on kissing him all over to instead work her hips back onto his tentacle, trying to test how much force she can take.] Might have to do it more than once.
[Who knew it was possible to be this sensitive, even a little thrust, with all the control in her hands, feels a little mind-blowing, so she can only imagine what it would feel like if he stopped controlling himself.]
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[Not that he sells to anyone besides Nariko these days.
He lets out a deep chuckle, one she could hear vibrating in his broad chest. She doesn't have to test so much all on her own! Boxer will dutifully fill her up with more and more tentacle as time passes, now both in her ass and her pussy. Another starts knocking at her front door and weasels its way in.]
I invited you over to relax, Nariko, not get a workout.
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[Outright masterful, in fact. And since he's particularly dedicated to helping her relax, essentially refusing to let her do any real work here there's no choice but to relax against his chest again. She stacks her arms a bit so that she can look at him as he sneaks another one in there.]
You're a very dedicated host.
[To say the least. By now her tone is a little odd around the edges, occasionally it lilts up when something slips or rubs the right way. Since moving is apparently out of the question she spreads her legs a little more, with no shortage of eager need, two tentacles would usually be something of a dent but even though she can feel their wonderful girth it just doesn't seem like enough. Four might be! Possibly five. That sounds like a good number to her. ]
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[He knows that leg-spreading gesture by heart now, reading it as an open invitation for more. He adds more lube to the current situation down there, adding one tentacle each to her entrances, inching them in at the same time. His golden one is starting to dig in deeper too, and the girthier it gets inside the easier and fuller those uterus massages get. In fact, it might be helping push out a lot of that blood so it doesn't need to contract so much.]
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[It's like it's growing inside of her in real time and it's insane and so wonderfully big. She's completely unaware of everything else going on, including the blood, though only somewhat momentarily because it's hard for her to not be aware of the stuff. It feels different from being aroused in the normal sense. But it doesn't bother her so much, he's relieving so much pressure that everything below her waist, rather than feel as if it was being stabbed over and over again, is almost eerily lax. Every time he gets all the way up in there she ends up making a sort of long, keening noise that might be better suited to an animal in heat.]
Is it supposed to be this sensitive?
[He's the one that's banged women on their periods before, so it makes sense to ask!]
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[As is the nature of periods!]
As long as it doesn't hurt...
[And eventually, there's going to be so much girthy tentacle in her ass that he won't need to massage her, as it's taking up so much space inside of her, pushing against the errant organ from both below and from inside her. If it so much as twitches he's pressing against it to quell its anger.
With her ass and pussy stretched out to at least five dicks in each hole, he decides that it's high time to pay some affectionate attention to her clitoris with the tip of another tentacle, holding off on stretching her any more unless she specifically requests it.]
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[Lie to her Boxer, in the face of uncharted waters, it's a sexy thing to do, okay? Or maybe it hardly matters since she kind of has to accept the other part of what he says. Nothing hurts so it's fine, right? The most important thing when it came to health, sex, or even relationships was to listen to your body, be it the mind or the muscles. So maybe he's got the right idea.
It's moments like these that nearly convince her he's got infinite tentacles. She's stuffed on both ends and he still has room to toy with the most sensitive part of her body.]
Really doesn't hurt, though.
[It's the complete opposite. They never have bad sex, hell, they don't even have boring or standard sex! But this is just something else.] I might wanna do it again!
[Why is she still talking? Because if she stops then she goes back to moaning shamelessly, and she should be vaguely considerate of his neighbors, right?]
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Sorry. Not being very sexy right now...
[He's so focused on getting her sexed up and relieved that he's completely forgotten his own factor in this activity.]
If you let me hear more of those sexy little moans, that might change...
[A weird thing to say while he's thrusting his tentacles in her, deepening the stretch by a minuscule amount every time he goes inward.]
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[But even more so when introducing her to something she'd have absolutely never tried, if not for the intricacies of Boxer's personality. There's something to be said for the trust that comes with doing something new together, even if it intimidates or scares you. Trust or not he doesn't have any control over her own silly concerns and, come on, doesn't she sound dumb, moaning and making a bunch of weird noises?
.... Except she can't tell him no, either, so it works out very well. Sure, the first pleasured little whimper could be deemed awkward but all it really takes is getting into the feeling, because she's beyond excited here. You want moans, Boxer? Have them in bulk.]
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[This is what he needed to really get his blood flowing. The thrusts become harder, more robust, stretching her wider as her moans whet his appetite more and more. At some point she'll be able to feel her lower abdomen press into him, slightly pushed out due to the sheer volume of tentacles inside her and the force behind them.]
Nngh--Nariko!
[So maybe he'll join in. Boxer's never been much of a vocal partner, but those little whimpers, when they do show up, are definitely all her fault.]
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Unfortunately it ends about the same, though, because once she gets going it's a lot harder to stop or bother restraining herself. She's a naturally expressive person, after all! Even more so when she registers how thoroughly he's jammed into her body because holy fuck is that worth more than a few arching shouts!
The one downside might be that there's two choices here: writhe a lot or accidentally scratch a few red lines into Boxer's otherwise perfect skin, and curbing the latter greatly enhances the former. It's probably fine because calling his name out in stuttered fragments against his chest doesn't mean she's inaudible! Just that it's all coming from a very weird angle.
Speaking of coming: He's about to hit a record time in a little bit.]
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Is she really keeping a track of his records? Because he's not! It's an art, not a science! And is she really that tempted to use her nails...? He has pretty sensitive skin, but it's thick, too...she'd make his skin crawl (in a good way) if she managed to control herself and draw some delicate lines against his skin with her nails.
Maybe after the fact would be better.
Egged on by her absolutely wanton moaning, he holds her by the sides with his massive hands and pushes downward towards her hips, providing a firm antagonistic force to push against with his tentacles. While it does make them go a little deeper, it mostly makes his thrusting feel even more powerful.]
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So that push of her hips threatens to knock her out of her own body, and it graduates her from moans to an outright shout that falters in volume towards the end. All those full noises start to roll into an actual set of words, awkward at first because of how hard she's suddenly moving, trying to reach the same level of depth and momentum without relying on him. At this point it's like chasing a feeling, an instinct for more - desperation at its finest, even though he isn't keeping her from anything to begin with.]
Bo-oxer! [She can barely get his name out.]
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