Their concept of 'non-sexual' like, exists, but it is not a natural category or easily applicable to libidinous things, no. It's mostly for violence and for inanimate (meaning psychic-null) objects.

"Rumors. Travelers from the north. You are more news from the outlands than we usually get, though," Borb says.

Borb lifts Lilian up onto the top of his roundness, sitting her there. Morb sticks close to keep its tentacles where they are, and they float on toward the north as a three-part entity.

Morb wriggles. "The rumors are about more than just travelers! We're traveling north because we heard a rumor going around that any beings who wish to aid in the safety and prosperity of the homeflesh should gather urgently at the Deep-Heart-Glisten-Palace! We don't know why or what's going on but it should be exciting to see the big orgy!" This comes across in the same spirit as, 'see the big city'.

Well. That’s. Ominous. She hopes she didn’t land on her new world just before the apocalypse kicks off.

No, wait, that’s silly. Apocalypses only get to happen once in a world, she’s probably not unlucky enough that this is one. More likely it’s some less fraught emergency, those should happen far more often.

Although she did get grabbed by something and granted rather a lot of power, now that she thinks about it. Is this why? Maybe it is that important, then.

“Oh. Do you know if anything new has been happening in the north recently, or longer ago? Is there anything special about the north, or anything strange up there?”

"Just that a lot of Tentacled have been moving south starting a few years ago," Morb says.

Float along float along molest the Lilian with phallus and feeler.

One might get the impression these two are well-meaning but not exactly accustomed to caring about news that doesn't directly affect them.

Yeah, if this were a fantasy novel that and the summons would be the first whispers of a growing apocalyptic threat that the plucky heroine either had to nearly-singlehandedly stop or learn enough humility to realize she couldn’t singlehandedly stop. Unfortunately, this isn’t actually a fantasy novel, so she isn’t sure how much her extrapolations from one would bear fruit.

Lilian says, “Let me make some openings down there,” and reaches down to between her legs as though she’s going to unzip holes that already exist. As she does, she sends a quick request to her suit to make those holes, pretty please. Her suit obliges. She’s left with openings to both of her oh-so-needy holes, and her cock out and twitching, no longer feeling the pleasant pressure of her suit against it and greedy for more stimulation. This is the first time she’s actually seen it, and it’s rather pleasing to her aesthetics. Its eight inches long and leaning towards smooth rather than veiny. Unconsciously, she grabs it and begins to stroke.

As she masturbates, she continues with, “That sure sounds like bad news.”

Borb lifts her up, holding her in place as it rotates under her to bring a gooey orifice in line with her. Then, she can lay flat on top of Borb's round bulk, thrusting her cock down into the provided tight fleshy sleeve while Morb's tentacles eagerly pump in and out of her pussy and ass.

"That's why we're making this journey," Morb says, its pleasure at finally having tentacles buried in all her holes coming through clearly. "It might be important to know about."

On they float, Lilian penetrating Borb, Borb penetrating Morb, and Morb penetrating Lilian, passing pleasure around in a loop. Having a human in the mix provides more psychic nourishment than just the two Tentacle Orbs could provide each other, so they're moving faster now.

As soon as she can see the orifice Lilian’s eyes lock onto it.

Her cock throbs.

She needs it.

The tentacles-cocks thrusting into her are nice. But she has some experience with that. She’s used to wanting something long and hard inside her, and to fulfilling that desire and feeling pleasantly filled. The bit where tentacle-cocks in particular are sexy is new. And so is the way it feels just as nice to fill up her ass as her pussy. But none of that is too much of an adjustment.

In contrast, her sudden aching desire to thrust, to have her cock squeezed tight and bathed in warm juices, to bury her cock deep in a warm wet hole and spurt, is entirely new. The way that the knowledge that this is a tentacle orifice makes it especially appealing is also new. And combined, those new desires grip her mind in a glove of soft velvet and make it suddenly very difficult to focus on anything else.

As soon as the orifice is close enough for her to thrust into, she does, almost frantic for the pleasure she instinctually knows it will provide her. And ooh, once she slides in, she knows her instincts were right. The pleasure of thrusting in and out of something tight, wet, and warm is new and lovely. The sheer gooeyness of it just makes it even more satisfying. And something about the way that she’s thrusting makes it a different kind of enjoyable from laying back and letting her suit pleasure her. 

It takes until her first orgasm for her to sheepishly remember she was going to try not to descend into unthinking lust again. She pulls mentally away from the pleasure a bit and asks, “So, what’s life like for humans out here on the homeflesh?”

Yup. That sure is a lot of psychic nourishment, with Lilian in the mix. And it's not like the purely physical pleasure isn't wonderful either, though Lilian is getting the better end of the deal there considering how much of her body is involved.

Morb and Borb do not have much in the way of a wider perspective, on human lives, but they can talk about the Lovers they were familiar with. Some were affectionate and attentive and like pet-friends, some were just passively accepting of anything that came along, and some were hedonistically single-minded. The pet-friends talk to each other and have sex sometimes, but neither of them know what about; unlike with Lilian those Lovers didn't speak more than rudimentary Tentacled.

As a unit the three of them float on, crossing miles of fleshscape, until eventually they come upon a recognizable landmark on the horizon. It's the Tall-Squirming-Cliff Waycamp! The first leg of their journey to the Deep-Heart-Glisten-Palace is complete. They'd originally planned to stop and recuperate here, but thanks to Lilian, they aren't tired. They'll stop in anyway, though.

The camp is largely as it was. Roamers carrying Lovers, dozens to hundreds embedded in a tall, squirming cliff wall, Lovers scattered around relaxing or lounging, and a small stage mimic.

At this time what looks like a wooden stage in the center of the camp is occupied by a naked woman with hair that glows and flows behind her with a sharp, airy grace, and what looks almost exactly like a pikachu tail, both trailing sparks and tendrils of ozone-smelling light as she dances and sings. The song is one that's easy for the surrounding musicians to follow, creatively named "We Like Sex!"

As Lilian is brought closer to the camp she hears singing. It’s, like, not the best singing. It’s still nice though! She thinks she can vaguely make out a figure dancing on what looks like a wooden stage?

She gets distracted for a bit by the lovely hole squeezing her cock as they approach, and the dancer is forgotten. A short time later, she returns from her lustful fugue and regains awareness of the outside world. She’s been getting better about paying attention to her surroundings, but it’s still something of a struggle, and she doesn’t always manage it.

When she looks back again at the camp, she’s close enough that she’s actually very nearly in the camp. And so she can make things out a bit better.

There’s a beautiful woman dancing on that stage. There’s a naked beautiful woman dancing on that stage. There a naked beautiful woman with lightning for hair, surrounded by trails of lightning dancing on that stage. 

This is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

She's too distracted to realize where she recognizes that tail shape from.

She doesn't seem to notice the newcomer, she's actually dancing with her eyes closed. (And the dancing is a bit better than the singing. Certainly more athletic, if not especially - choreographed? She's doing flips and handstands and rapidly shifting between yoga-like poses.) After a couple more minutes she leaps head-first off the stage, being caught by several tentacles that suddenly whip out of the side of it and start fucking her, which she enthusiastically responds to.

Okay, now this lightning woman having sex, right in front of her, where she can see is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.

Her eyes are locked on to Lightning. Lightning’s body, Lightning’s tits, Lightning’s face.

Lightning’s pussy as it’s being fucked.

The pretty lightning lady probably won’t mind if she uses how hot she is to help herself get off? What with the song she was singing? And. She’s having sex in public, after all. It’s probably fine?

She redoubles her thrusting into the warm wet hole wrapped around her cock, eyes greedily drinking in Lightning’s form all the while.

When the stage mimic lets her go, she says something to the musician crowd, then takes another look around.

When she spots Lilian she pauses. Her eyes widen, and then her smile splits out into a grin, and she dashes towards her. "Hi! Welcome! Wow, you're strong enough to fight me!"

Oh. Wow. That grin. Pretty. Brain no work.

(She reflexively thrusts)

No! Brain must work! Or pretty lightning lady will think she’s stupid!

“Oh! Thank you! I haven’t ever fought much, so I don’t know if I’m any good at, even though I’m strong.”

Quickly Lilian, keep the conversation going!

“Um. We could try fighting if you want? If we’re careful not to hurt each other too much?”

Apparently, Lilian being strong enough to fight her is worth remarking over? Which mean’s Lightning’s probably pretty scary in a fight? Has she maybe made a horrible mistake? She hopes she hasn’t made a horrible mistake.

"That sounds fun! I like having lots of kinds of fun instead of just one. I only got to fight one thing that I remember, this giant worm thing. It would be mean to fight things that have no chance. Those clothes look strange."

"Hi welcome I noveltylust this human happy," she switches to Tentacled for Morb and Borb.

Well, it turns out that in addition to the astronomical amounts of sexy the lightning lady is also incredibly cute.

Lilian is about to respond to the implied question about her clothes when she parses what Lightning is saying about noveltylust. For. Her. She’s sort of new to Tentacled and has a bit of trouble parsing the only mostly grammatical sentence, but the “noveltylust” bit comes through loud and clear.

Lilian’s compulsive thrusting pauses for a second as the extra lust that inspires brings her over the edge. Some new instincts of hers kick in and she moans throatily as she cums, contorting her body ever-so-slightly in a way designed to show off the curves of her hips and ass and make them jiggle pleasantly.

Okay. She’s apparently going to be absurdly horny about this, but at least she can be sexy while doing it?

Through sheer force of "don't make the pretty lady think you're dumb" she manages to gasp out, "My clothes are alive! They make me stronger and,” moan, "other nice stuff."

The grin goes even wider for a moment at the moan.

"Cool! It looks like you're having fun, heheh. Where'd you come from? I hear there's a lot more world out there to go see. I want to go help more people soon."

Lilian blushes when Lightning comments on how much fun she’s having. She doesn't stop though.

“I was lost out in this horrible fungus place to the west of here, and when I found my way out, I ended up out here in the homeflesh. Um. If you want to help more people, I think there’s actually something pretty bad going on further north in the homeflesh? Apparently, anyone who wants to help keep this place safe should head to Deep-Heart-Glisten-Palace. That’s where me and Morb and Borb here are heading. I don’t really know any more though.”

"Oh dear. I don't know a lot of things yet, but that sounds like a good a place to go as any. ...After we fight. I really wanna fight, if you want to."

Lilian smiles.

“Sure! Just. Um. Give me a second to get in one last orgasm for the road.”

Lilian speeds up her thrusting, not wanting to keep the pretty lighting lady waiting. To help herself along she’s staring at Lightning’s pussy, her mind playing over fantasies of thrusting into her over and over until she spurts. The fantasy helps speed things up, and soon enough she’s orgasming again.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

She really can’t get enough of that feeling. She’s been having sex for long enough now that any sense of dissatisfaction has dissolved under the torrent of pleasure, but there’s always the creeping temptation of just one more orgasm.

It’s worth it, for the pleasure.

Then, with a quick, “Goodbye, friends! See you soon!” she disentangles herself from Morb and Borb and dismounts with grace.

Then, to Lightning, she says, “So, um, we should probably head out of town for our fight? Oh! And my name’s Lilian, what’s yours?”

"Yeah, we need a patch of flesh that's pretty sturdy. I know a spot that might work, that way." (She points.) "I'm Lightning! It's kind of stupid but I haven't thought of anything better yet, so." She rubs a hand in her hair and looks away, embarrassed. 

Oh, Lilian has an opportunity to be the non-embarrassed one, she needs to take advantage of this while she can. She does her best to smile reassuringly at Lightning and say, “No, it fits! I’ve been thinking of you in my head this whole time as ‘pretty lightning lady’, so it’s nice to have a name! And besides, there’s nothing saying you can’t change it later if you feel like it.”

Hopefully that will help? She’s not sure. Also, Lightning is really cool and probably didn’t actually need reassurance in the first place on account of being The Sexiest Woman Alive, but still.

“Lead the way! And actually, we should probably describe our fighting styles a bit on the way to make sure we don’t hurt each other?”

"This way!" She bounces on her feet and leaps away at a right angle. "I dunno what to call it? I run around and hit things with lightning!"

Lilian follows behind Lightning.

Lightning’s bum jiggles as she runs.

Yes, this is how bums work, and really shouldn’t be any sort of news to Lilian, but it feels like important information regardless.

A fantasy flashes into her mind of grinding up against Lightning from behind. Before she gets too distracted by it, she pulls her eyes away from Lightning’s backside, leaps forward to run beside Lightning instead of behind her, and resolves to stay focused on the upcoming fight.

The mention of hitting things with lightning makes that a hard resolution to stick to, but she manages.

“Oh. I think I might do something like that too? I can make Lightning weapons and armor, anyway. And I’ve got some other spellcasting stuff I can do but it’s a lot slower. Oh, and lightning heals me. Hitting me with lightning weapons should still work though; they can still deal damage like normal weapons, they just shock you too.”

"Lightning heals you? Wow, that'll make this tough. Not- Hmm! I regenerate, I don't know if you do. Maybe this means we can hold back less."