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Good.

[She trusts him and that smile, even though it means untangling herself from him so that she can stop the water and avoid flooding the entirety of the room. When that's done she finds his chair to bring it over, he can probably do it himself but she feels like doting right now.]

I believe we still have plans to make them regret that buffet style!

[And that's just the first part of their trip.]

[Speaking of chairs, has she made his new wheels for him yet or nah?]

Thanks, doll.

[There's a lot he can do himself, but it's really nice when someone offers to do it instead. He crawls up on it and covers his tentacle-lap with the blanket that was folded over the back of the chair.]

[Nah - but soon.

When he's settled she leans down to kiss his temple before getting them out of there. She's learned from their first date, and she's much better at getting him going without any real amount of effort. Off to the dining area they go! If anyone much cares about the sight of them she isn't really paying attention at the moment.

It's enough that they got over that little hill without getting into a fight or accidentally taking a break from each other. Hopefully that's the first and last time a guy tries to hop out a window to get away from her.]

[To be fair, the window thing is totally his fault, not hers.]

How's your sense of direction? We should probably take a tour around this ship once we're done eating.

[He's still kneading his hands a little, but he sounds a lot better.]

[Maybe so, but that was really ... She won't forget it anytime soon.]

Good enough that we might only have a ten percent chance of getting lost if I'm the one leading us!

[The hand kneading concerns her, let the record show it! But she restrains herself.] I think there's supposed to be a movie theatre on this thing too, and I'm not believing it until I see it.

[Who knows why it fascinates her so much.]

In that case, we'll be fine if we stick together.

[One of the really nice things about being pushed around is that he can watch the passing scenery in a way he wouldn't be able to take in otherwise, trying to avoid people's feet and nasty corners.]

A movie theater or a theatre-theater? For live performances. [OR BOTH???]

Isn't that generally the case?

[And the dining room is supposed to be ... She goes left. The exits, the dining area, and the locations of the emergency boats were all that she thought to memorize.]

That's a really good question. How cool would it be if there were live bands or something?! Ohh, what if there are plays!

[He basically just beelined for their cabin so he could set up his bed...]

Oh, that'd be great. If they don't, I'm sure we can find that kind of thing on the island.

[Going to shows wasn't what was on his mind when they planned this trip, but they'll make for a fantastic back-up if the weather sours.

...though it might end up being sex too.]

[She likes them, but it definitely seems like more of a boat thing to do, to her! Any sort of show definitely isn't an island activity, to be honest.

But they're basically going to have sex every single night, if not every few hours, so that's kind of built in.]

I know we basically already live near the ocean already, but I can't wait to go swimming! I wonder if there'll be dolphins ..

[She's always wanted to see one! They seem like very nice creatures. Boxer doesn't have to put up with her rambling for too long, though because they make it to the dining room! ]

[He's still kneading a little even as they sit at a table. They're given a menu of today's options for pre-lunch, which is basically a bunch of really delicious-sounding appetizers. To Boxer's relief, he finds himself ordering only half the menu.

After Nariko puts in her order, his hands finally come to a rest on his blanket. There is still activity below the table, though...there are some tentacles that start playing with Nariko's feet and ankles. She might find herself suddenly without shoes if she doesn't call him out on it. But despite his under-table shenanigans, he seems suddenly a lot calmer.]

[Is he alright? It really seems like she needs to ask and she's about to after putting in her order, but then her heels are being slipped off. You'd think with a kraken boyfriend she wouldn't be surprised anymore but for just a second she is, though she refrains from anything more than looking down quickly.]

They didn't have steak!

[Now she's talking just to talk, because he does seem more relaxed and if this is helping, well ... She scoots in a little, spreads both legs out a little so they're easier for him to reach, not that he really needs much help.]

Oh well, I'm sure there's a really great one on the island.

Maybe when we show up for actual dinner.

[What's she wearing otherwise? Stockings, thigh highs, skirt...? What's he got to play with down there? The shoes are mindfully placed in parallel out of the way of her feet, but within leg's reach.]

[A white summer dress with matching thigh highs, and no panties to get in the way if he really goes that far up to explore. Above the table she smiles at the waiter as drinks are brought along, but then she's focused on him again.]

That makes sense, it's not really a lunch item I suppose. But there were potstickers, and that's a third of the way as good.

[If he needed to touch he could have just said so, she kind of wonders why he didn't.]

[Oh my God, how cuuuuute! ]

I'm really excited for those.

[Aaaaand everything else he ordered, too, which she is more than free to sample so they can judge it together.

Meanwhile, his tentacles sneak into the top hem of her thigh highs. They're trying to slip inside and share the tight space with her, but thanks to his suckers, he ends up pulling them down. Oops. Better place those in her discarded shoes.]

This lemonade is pretty great, too, [he says, after sampling it.] You'd think for such a simple concept it'd be hard to mess it up, but rarely do they make it as good as I make it at home.

[She does try to be cute for him ♥, whenever she's not attempting to inspire instant boners.

She ends up giggling a little as her thigh highs leave the equation, and she lets them go without a second thought.]

I think it's pretty unfair to compare it to yours! Of course it's going to be better.

[And as his girlfriend of course what he makes will always be her favorite! It's not even a contest. ... She's doing her best to keep from looking down, this is too much fun. ]

[Cute or sexy, there is no third option. Even when she does nothing special she's still super cute.]

It's just nice to order something that isn't just lemon-flavored sugar water.

[Now without any stockings to play with, his tentacles move upward. He's in the middle of taking a sip of his drink when they slither up her thighs, and when he expects to hit her panty line, he just finds...her skin.

He nearly chokes on his lemonade when he realizes she's not wearing underwear, but now there's a tentacle cradling her labia.]

There's always alcohol!

[It is a vacation, after all! And speaking of that ... She's already flagging down a waiter by the time he finds out what's going on down there. She grins at him, raising a brow. Is it really that surprising? She's pretty much going to be down to fuck at every single turn. Underwear would only get in the way! Except stockings. Those deserve proper care and attention when put to use.

Anyway, excuse her while she orders an outrageously touristy cruise drink!]

[He has absolutely no idea what she just said because what the hell, Nariko. He waits until the waiter leaves to whisper in her direction:]

Aren't you worried about leaving a mess somewhere?

[Especially when, you know, his other tentacles keep climbing up inside her dress, one of which peeks out from her cleavage a few millimeters and waves as if in greeting. Hi!]

Nope!

[She looks down at the waving one and taps it with her finger. High-five, little dude! But also go back between her tits - she pushes it down gently not because she's bothered but tight spaces are good, right? There's nothing tighter than the valley created by this particular bra, okay, it's made for pushing them up and pressing together.]

If it really ends up being a mess my panties aren't going to save me anyway!

[Between how much they both come a little scrap of fabric doesn't stand a chance.]

Besides, what's life without a bit of a challenge! [Even if it is a bit of a doomed one.]

[God, yes. It's so comfortably tight. After she pushes the little one down, it thrusts itself between her breasts in and out in complete seclusion in a wildly suggestive manner. Another tries to just fit itself in her bra, lifting them up even more as it squeezes itself under her breast and above her underwire.]

Point.

[Meanwhile, the one underneath is digging itself between her labia. He lets his suckers gently attach and release to the soft skin around her clitoris. Ah, she's nice and warm under there.]

[Wow, they're a bit frisky today, huh? He seemed pretty calm before but, hell, for all she knows this might be part of what he was talking about, so she's not going to make a big deal of it. But are his tentacles going to be okay half wrapped around her boobs? That underwire can't be entirely comfortable for them.]

Besides I thought you liked it when I made a mess! [It's impossible to keep her tone even once he's starting clinging down there. It doesn't matter how many times she ends up feeling it, it always seems new.]

[Not any more or less comfortable than they are for her breasts, to be honest. Her squeak brings a mischievous smile to his face.

While those three tentacles keep up what they're doing, another is siding around her waist and sneaking between her ass, suckering at her puckered entrance.]

Only because you do. [Walking around with his loads in her stomach until it sneaks out at the least convenient time...with him around when it happens, unlike the first time it happened, he can act as her 'spotter' so she can enjoy herself without things getting too out of hand.]

Do you have any idea how worrying an answer that would be from anyone but you?

[Seriously Boxer, don't let her think you're going along with even a third of what she's into just because it's what she likes! That's not the ticket to a healthy relationship at all, not that she can devote a whole bunch of thought to anything but where those tentacles are going.]

Y-You're really -- [Holy shit Frederico, going right for the back door, there!] affectionate today!

I feel that it's the less aggressive answer than "there's no delight greater than seeing you smothered and covered."

[Because, while it's true, he gets off of it so intensely only because she gets so turned on by making, and being covered by, messes.]

What I don't understand is why you'd go without underwear but you'd still wear a bra...

[As if to illustrate his point, the end of his tentacle flicks at her nipple.]

Just giving you a sample of what you'll have to put up with if you really commit to this.

[It's a strange concept for her because doesn't that mean she doesn't have a solid way to please him? Something concrete that's just for him? But he's that overly generous, encompassing type of man which is why she doesn't worry about it too much, if anything it makes her that much more determined to make sure that he's happy with her, emotionally and physically.]

This dress doesn't look good without the pushup bra!

[And that's it. She wanted to look good in a particular way, for herself as much as for him.]

Constant groping out in public? Goodness, how terrible, I feel as though I have made an awful decision.

[Except her voice is filled with nearly comedic levels of sarcasm.]

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this is not at all the angle i was expecting to go ten tags ago

but is this new angle a good one

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