[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.]
[Boxer's a hard monster to make come. More often than he'd admit that some of the people that had taken advantage of his offered services only made him come once, trading in several of their own. With Nario, sometimes he only reaches once...and sometimes, so does she.
But usually it's because all they really needed in the moment.
So when she's writhing and screaming and orgasming on top of his body, he gladly enjoys the ride, giving her something solid and pulsing to come on. He'd kiss her if he could, but he'd have to ruin her position and distract her from orgasming--so instead, he gives her sides a solid squeeze as he keeps fucking her.]
[That could almost make her laugh, if only because it's impossible to do anything but feel him. She's as violently aware of every way in which he's touching her as she is left to the ridiculous throes of an orgasm. It'd be an incredibly unnerving state if it didn't feel so good, and last as long as it did. When it does taper - slowly, and corresponding with the decrease in volume - she doesn't really give a shit about their position, she wants to kiss him so she does.]
That ... [She keeps stuttering at the edges. Good job, boyfriend.] That was ... Different.
[In a really good way. She kisses his lips one more time before working down his chin and jaw, she's adjusting to get back to where she was.]
Don't stop?
[She just came, sure, the relief and utter satisfaction is there but she feels no desire to rest or cuddle, so energy wise it's almost as if it didn't happen.]
[But since she's come, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her, he pulls back on the aggression quite a bit once she backs off from the kisses. Boxer lets out a tiny, pleased sigh as he relaxes a little more, going back to massaging her uterus from the inside, hardly "fucking" her anymore but keeping the status quo.]
Mrr. [He gets the variation of the Look, which is much less severe and only comes to pass when Boxer is right, or she can't really argue with him. But there is something to be said for his ability to hear her expressions in her voice! It's not the sort of thing that should be heartwarming, but it is.]
Okay, okay.
[Fiiiiiiine, Boxer, go slow and sexually frustrate your bleeding girlfriend!]
[He's mimicking her a little bit, but not in a mocking way. He sends it back with a low, inhuman growl that is sure to vibrate pleasantly in the broad chest below her. His tentacles gyrate within her...and if she pays enough attention, he's clearly just massaging her, but also enjoying the sensation of pressing her belly against his from the inside.]
[Even if he was mocking her she'd still laugh before turning her head to get a full surround sound kind of deal going on. His growling is pretty cool! And hot. The relative quiet does give her room to notice what he's doing.]
I guess it's not so bad if you're enjoying yourself.
[And he seemed to be, so that was more than enough reason to try and calm down.]
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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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But usually it's because all they really needed in the moment.
So when she's writhing and screaming and orgasming on top of his body, he gladly enjoys the ride, giving her something solid and pulsing to come on. He'd kiss her if he could, but he'd have to ruin her position and distract her from orgasming--so instead, he gives her sides a solid squeeze as he keeps fucking her.]
Yeah...feel it, Nariko...!
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That ... [She keeps stuttering at the edges. Good job, boyfriend.] That was ... Different.
[In a really good way. She kisses his lips one more time before working down his chin and jaw, she's adjusting to get back to where she was.]
Don't stop?
[She just came, sure, the relief and utter satisfaction is there but she feels no desire to rest or cuddle, so energy wise it's almost as if it didn't happen.]
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Wasn't planning on it!
[But since she's come, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her, he pulls back on the aggression quite a bit once she backs off from the kisses. Boxer lets out a tiny, pleased sigh as he relaxes a little more, going back to massaging her uterus from the inside, hardly "fucking" her anymore but keeping the status quo.]
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[She gives him a Look. The disapproving girlfriend one that is mixed with a mild pout.] And yet you're being all gentle with me.
[He doesn't have to worry about overwhelming her or whatever, she wants more!]
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[What look? He didn't even look at her face! His eyes are closed! But he can hear it in her voice.]
Maybe this is just the pace I want right now, Nariko...
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Okay, okay.
[Fiiiiiiine, Boxer, go slow and sexually frustrate your bleeding girlfriend!]
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[He's mimicking her a little bit, but not in a mocking way. He sends it back with a low, inhuman growl that is sure to vibrate pleasantly in the broad chest below her. His tentacles gyrate within her...and if she pays enough attention, he's clearly just massaging her, but also enjoying the sensation of pressing her belly against his from the inside.]
Mmh...
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I guess it's not so bad if you're enjoying yourself.
[And he seemed to be, so that was more than enough reason to try and calm down.]
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[He's not upset with her; he says it with a smile in his voice.]
You're still cramping pretty hard, so I don't want to risk a bad spasm by timing orgasms too close together.
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[And she's not being arrogant, if anything Nariko is utterly grateful that there's a genuine explanation.]
I'm lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend.
[.... Is that the first time she's called him that? Maybe. Possibly.]
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[Apparently he was wrong though!]
And I'm lucky to have a girlfriend that isn't deterred by my weird sex therapy.
[It's official-official now? Yesss. He should make some chocolate treats for the both of them...]
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