Both their bracelets ping. 

Analyzing...

Well fuck she's really in for it now.

"Sable — " 

Her mouth is promptly filled by a tentacle.

Oh shit, here they go. Oh it feels good being pressed against Hannah like this.

"Love y—"

And she's cut off by another.

She moans around it, mentally thanking the designers of her full-dive pod for making gag reflexes opt-in so she can just enjoy this. She rolls her hips toward the probing tentacles, trying to press it inside.

The tentacled creature takes Sable's rolling hips as the invitation they are, and promptly stuffs her holes full of tentacles. The taste of tentacle-goo warms her whole body, especially her most sensitive parts, leaving each pump of the heavy tenta-cocks to drag its way through her folds in a cascade of rippling pleasure, smooth and liquid and firm. The tentacle-creature is even courteous enough to stimulate her clit a little with a smaller tendril, sending spark-bright pleasure burning in between her legs. 

 <!!!!!!! fuck !!!!!!!!>

Hannah's getting a pretty fierce railing as well, her body shaking with each thrust of the tentacles in and out of her, her breasts grinding against Sable's as they both are shoved against each other by the rhythm of the tendrils within them. 

"mmghhhhh... ♡" 

From what Sable can see of Hannah's face, she's really enjoying it. 

"Hhhhhnghh! ♡"

Every thrust feels like desperate satisfaction, the lubricating slime so sweet in her mouth and tingly in her cunt, every inch of her sensitized as the pleasure builds. She rocks against Hannah, watching her adoringly as they take the pounding thrusts. 

Sable rocks her hips to meet the thrusts, driving the tentacles as deep as she can, moaning and whimpering in pleasure. "Mmm-mmmmhhhhf~~ ♡"

The tentacles keep pushing and pulsing, getting even slicker with the pair's fluids, its natural juices mixing with theirs. 

<!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cum !!!!!!> 

It seems the creature can sense their impending orgasms, and is driving itself even harder to try and satisfy both of them, each undulation of the mass filling them in every hole. 

Hannah groans, pressing herself desperately against Sable, her body trembling with each thrust of the tentacles inside her. She's clearly close. 

Despite the tentacles binding her, she's able to get a hand on Sable's and cling close close close to her — 

"Mmmhh hhhh hhuu..." ^[1]  

_{[1]: "I love you."}

Sable locks eyes with Hannah, squeezing her hand in return, squishing against her as hard as she can through all the tentacles wrapped around her. She shudders and groans, every thrust making her muscles spasm and her walls flutter.

She manages to moan out a muffled reply, though, as she's pushed up to the ragged edge of her own orgasm.

"Hhh mmhff hhuu hghuu!" ^[2]

^{[2]: "I love you too."}

Hannah closes her eyes, focuses, and with a soft shudder of bliss she tips over the edge — 

And a lot of things happen at once. 

Pink electricity surges out through the bracelet on her wrist, wracking her body and the tentacles and also Sable's as well with intense spikes of crackling pleasure; Sable is helpless to resist as the chain reaction cascades through her, wringing her dry of her own orgasm and filling her up with crackling light — 

And then the tentacle creature itself comes, pumping dense, sticky seed into all their holes, their bodies stained all over with tentacle cum as it surges and shudders — 

Sable screams around the tentacle in her mouth, clenching and shaking with the force of her orgasm, reveling in the feeling of the hot, sticky cum filling her.

Fffuuuck they didn't skimp on the detail, this is amazing.

She presses herself harder against Hannah, riding it out, moaning and gasping.

There's a soft chorus of pings from their bracelets.

<cute-beautiful mate-kin take-seize Pink-chan orgasm!!! Pink-chan flattered give strong ones strong cum ♡> 

Pride and embarrasment are mixed in the telepathic connection, their new... conquest? ... apparently rather flattered by the attention. 

<want take-do again-again?>

Sable pulls her mouth off the tentacle that had been stuffing her throat with a wet pop, then grins at Hannah, panting a bit, chest heaving from the intensity. "Well, babe, what d'you think? Up for another round with our new friend Pink-chan?"

Pink-chan withdraws from Hannah's mouth as well. 

<sorry! pink-chan not know-forget human need mouth-noise. mouth noise!>

Hannah coughs and swallows, and then clings hard to Sable. 

"That — was kind of a lot. A really fun a lot, but I'm gonna need a minute. Uh, pink... chan...? Do you know anywhere relatively safe where we could stay and settle for a bit?"

<Pink-chan not stay in bad-island, but pink-chan have little-home. Little far-distant bone-isle where squirm-mates stay-gather. Pink-chan explain!>

<... pink-chan maybe ask for more-another cum-make at bone-isle though. long-journey not fuck-sate self-need.> 

"Well, I think a thank-you fuck for leading us there sounds pretty reasonable," Sable replies, flushed cheeks giving the lie to her casual tone. "Finding someplace safe is really important. And it sounds like there are some bones there, too? Or maybe it's made of bone?"

<Bone-made isle-place. Knob-joint of live-world. Show show show!> 

And pink-chan hops up onto Sable's shoulders and starts doing a not-terrible impersonation of a scarf. 

<I guide-show not need as much power-orgone. I lead-move, more power-orgone. You decision.> 

Hannah gets up and shyly pets pink-chan on Sable's shoulder. 

"An isle made of bone sounds like a good starting place to set up. I think we should let pink-chan guide us, even though we'll probably have to have sex again when we get there."

"So yeah, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" 

And she'll just have to trust in her virtuality settings to get rid of her pesky refractory period.

Sable grins and pets Pink-chan with one hand, the other wrapping around Hannah's waist as they start to walk together, following Pink-chan's lead. She gazes out in wonder at the alien, tentacle-filled world they're in.

"I've never been in a world where even the ground was alive, before. It's pretty cool!"

"Yeah, it's hot and kind of intimidating at the same time. I wonder what kinds of creatures live here..." 

Pink-chan points onwards with a tendril, and they set off through the shifting landscape. Though the footing is somewhat treacherous, they're able to skirt the squirming tentacle pits and roaming larger balls of tentacles well enough that they make decent time.