[n_ll]

　
　
more krakenboxer shenanigans feat. nariko

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[gunslingerqueen]

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!

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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! ]

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.

[n_ll]

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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

[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.

[gunslingerqueen]

[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. ]

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

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!]

[n_ll]

[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!]

[gunslingerqueen]

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.]

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

[n_ll]

[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.]

but is this new angle a good one

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

[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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

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!

[n_ll]

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.

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

[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'.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[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.]

[n_ll]

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.]

[gunslingerqueen]

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.]