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It's been a long day, and Anna-Sarah's tired. She takes as many classes as she can, and does her homework at school. It's better than home, and her foster parents won't let her move to on-campus housing.
Their car isn't in the driveway, and she sags with relief as she fumbles her key into the door and eases it open.
His tentacle-dick wriggles its way inside her, twisting and squirming and coiling. He bites her shoulder and shoves his tongue into the wound, humming happily under his breath.
...The pain is kind of distracting but ohhhhhhhh that feels good. She forgets to restrain her whimpers again.
He laughs softly and bites her again.
The tentacle seems to be... growing.
It's definitely growing. Pretty fast, too. He settles into a rhythm with more thrusting and less squirming as the increased thickness makes it less flexible. Pretty soon it's big enough to hurt, and he's kissing the side of her neck and making happy noises.
They're very good noises. He appreciates her noises so much. And her clinging. It's cute.
The appendage formerly known as Tentacle is now rigid and enormous, but there's still some pleasure available amid the pain, particularly if she likes the things his tongue is doing to her neck. Or is into feeling like she's being fucked by one of those titanic novelty dildos that gets photographed dwarfing a Coke can for scale.
She liked it better when it was a tentacle but she does really like the things his tongue is doing to her neck.
Very good with his tongue, this guy.
He comes inside her, panting, and holds her still for a moment to catch his breath before he pulls her off him.
"You're pretty great," he remarks, idly dragging his claws down her back.
He makes a sound that is somehow the vocalization of a shrug, digs clawed fingers into her shoulders, and licks her bleeding collarbone with a tongue that is getting steadily warmer. After a few seconds, it's hot enough to leave painful burns, and a faint glow escapes his mouth every time he moves from one spot to another. Her skin reddens in his wake, not quite to the point of blisters but uncomfortably close.
Oh good! He's so glad!
He covers her chest and stomach in burning kisses, getting hotter as he goes. It's not clear whether he has a particular destination in mind... but it's pretty clear where he'd be headed if he did.
"It's gonna get way worse than that before I'm done with you," he assures her, and his teeth scrape across her ribs while his hands pry her legs apart. He's alarmingly strong.
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