OOC: And just like that my computer bricked itself. Had to buy a new one.

The spray almost felt alive - part of the monster's body rather than a liquid ejaculate. It shifted and quivered inside her, homing in to her good spots before they settle down into a slower, more languid caressing from her insides, each 'thread' taking care to massage her just right. The lengths holding her ease off, shifting just so to let her move again - while he adjusted his grip on her body to pick a posture that gave her a lot more freedom. The things groping her tits and sucking on her nipples pause in their motions to let her catch her breath as she climaxes, but despite ejaculating inside her, he doesn't stop this time.

As she serviced the tentacles with her hands, the things responded to her touch by lightly coiling around her wrists, letting her fingers explore the richly-textured tips. They were naturally slick with what felt like sweat, but a lot denser and more lubricating. Little by little, she was guided to the favourite spots on these lengths, and when her fingers found out these specific spots, they let out low-pitched chirps and purrs in response.

"That... feels great." he blurted out. The accent was all wrong - but it got the message across.

A prehensile, girthy tentacle waited "above" her, appearing to watch her mouth as she finished worked through her orgasm. Once it was clear that she was done, it sprayed another dose of that delightful mist to her face, the scent painting her instantly, and her sensitivity went up by a few notches as the gas began to settle on her skin. It drew closer to her when it was done spraying its load on her, and then gently rubbed the lingering liquid on her lips, leaving them pleasantly sensitive.

He kept her waiting for only a few distorted seconds before the tentacle in her ass began to thrust deeper, the ridges smashing into the still-quivering mass inside her, pushing the semi-liquid mass deeper into her very being with each powerful upstroke. The threads seemed to melt ever so slowly as they were rubbed into her depths but their slow-motion movements were still enough to make her feel that extra edge of pleasure as he started again.

The tentacle cock pounding away had swollen out a little more during this time, and it shifted its motions somewhat - rather than mimic the rapid thrusting of the tentacle in her ass, this thing opted for a slow-motion performance. Powerful rings of muscle adjusted it shape just so, re-forming the tapered tip that worked her insides just so. The nodules lining its length vibrated in tandem, giving her incredibly tight vagina something new to enjoy. Despite all of this, it was clear to the skilled succubus that he was on the cusp of ejaculating once again...

(OOC: I thought it might be something like that)

Even as she was in the throes of her orgasm, the tentacles in her hands helped her to find their most sensitive spots, unmistakable sounds of pleasure letting her know when she’d located one. The half-heard remark reinforced how good a job she was doing, and she gave no sign that she’d even noticed anything odd about how he said it; even if she’d registered that, she was already aware of the difficulty he had in speaking at all.

She sensed more than saw the tentacle that waited above her as she rode out her climax. It waited for her to come back down from that peak before making its move, releasing another spray of the sensitivity-enhancing mist. As it moved in to rub the liquid on her lips, she gave its tip a quick lick; this had the unplanned but not undesirable effect of making her tongue just a bit more sensitive from the residue of the mist that had been on the tentacle.

She moaned in pleasure as the length in her ass pushed the mass deeper inside her. Even as they dissolved inside her, the threads worked to pleasure her, moving to stimulate the most sensitive places in her ass. A corner of her mind wondered whether the dissolved substance would have any effect, but most of her was more concerned with her current pleasure; in any case, she doubted that any effects would be something harmful, since he had to know that she was an enthusiastic partner without any additional convincing needed.

Oooh, that’s different, she thought as the nodules on the tentacle in her pussy started to vibrate, her moans growing more intense as he worked her towards another climax. While this length was working more slowly and deliberately than the one in her ass, it was still close to pushing her over the edge; all it would take to send her over the top was his own climax. While he probably could manage to do so without his own release, she could tell that he was close enough himself that it was unlikely that he would do so.

The unassuming, whitish drop that remained on the tip of the tentacle flowed rapidly onto her tongue when she licked it, dancing through her tastebuds and toning her muscles up - adding a fresh layer of her control to her already sensitive lips and tongue. The smooth tip quivered at the touch of her tongue before following her along, rubbing up against her lips to give her plenty of time to lick and tease it. Low-pitched chirps of pleasure rumbled through the length as he pushed this length onto her tongue, eagerly brushing up against the insides of her mouth, inviting her tongue to play with a rather forward series of undulations.

The lengths fondling and sucking on her tits seemed to tire - but rather than just fall away and leave her wanting, they began to coil and turn around themselves, forming a harness that bound up her splendid breasts. The lengths squeezed her tits just right - keeping her at the apex of pleasure while using their insight into her preferences to keep her from going into the pain threshold. The tentacles waiting around her seemed to watch as the diaphanous fabric of her dress was pushed up against her nipples again - and narrower tentacles slick with lubricant began to roughly rub those swollen nubs of hers, using the fabric to scatter the singular motions to what would now feel like hundreds on her sensitive tips.

Despite the eager fucking the dual tentacle cocks were giving her, he took care to ensure that she had plenty to do despite being a little tied up. The length in her mouth relaxed against her tongue, dripping a pleasant-tasting liquid that almost seemed to squirm at her touch. Her hands had a veritable line of admirers to play with. Some coiling lightly on her upper arms, the others brushing up against her elbows and forearms slowly. Her tail was caressed and explored - so was her wings; he didn't say much, but it was clear he was curious about her.

That's when the thing in her snatch shifted in its motions - driving itself hard and deep while its girth shifted ever so-slightly, pushing her open just a little more. With what could almost be an orgasmic cry, the tentacle cock struggles to drive itself deep in her vagina, its efforts paying off as each pleasure-soaked inch it manages to push through causes it to seep more of those dense fluid into her. His second climax comes - and her legs are roughly pressed together, squeezing the thing in her cunt. Pressed against her cervix, he ejaculated into her - filling her womb with what felt like a liquid ball of warmth in a few spurts. She was held like this, the intruder in her snatch steadying itself before smaller lengths pushed past her cervix again, the thread-like intruders rapidly settling into stirring the mass of cum in her womb. The thing in her ass kept going - ignoring the fact that he had just ejaculated - occasionally pausing to spew a load of those twitching threads onto a particularly good spot it had learned to focus on, judging by her vocal cues.

The sound of air being exhaled filled the surroundings as the creature's gills opened up to reveal a dizzying array of color behind the dull-black skin, and then he spoke one word - utilizing organs that were clearly not for speaking; "More..."

The length eagerly pushing into her throat shuddered, as if in anticipation of her touch.

She took the invitations of the tentacle in her mouth almost immediately, running her tongue along its underside as she moved her mouth up and down its length. Her efforts were interrupted by the occasional moan or gasp of pleasure as he repositioned his tentacles to form a harness and use her dress to stimulate her nipples again.

His examination of her wings and tail caused her to squirm delightfully in his grasp. She used her tail to do some exploration of her own, tracing along some of his tentacles with its tip. She did her best to give attention to all of the tentacles positioned near her hands, but the number of them, along with her desire to make sure at least one or two were warmed up enough to replace the one currently in her mouth when that one shot its load, made it difficult to manage.

She wasn’t sure what the liquid that dripped onto her tongue was; while it certainly wasn’t harmful, it seemed almost like it was alive as it moved slightly in her mouth. She couldn’t ask him about it, of course: even ignoring his difficulties in speaking more than short amounts, she’d have to swallow the liquid to ask about whether doing so was a good idea. With the uncertainty there, she avoided swallowing much of the liquid as her tongue painted it over the tentacle and the inside of her mouth.

The tentacle in her pussy soon picked up its pace, forcing itself as deep inside her as it could go before releasing its load into her waiting depths. As she’d expected, his release triggered her own, her juices washing over the invader’s length. She did what she could to prolong his climax even as the length in her ass targeted her sensitive spots with those threads and kept her at her own peak.

Eventually, she came back down from those heights of carnal ecstasy. He gave her a little time to recover—perhaps recovering from his own climax—before releasing a breath and forming his single-word request.

Ready for more already? she thought as she adjusted her position slightly. Well, give me a moment and… While the length in her mouth made it impossible for her to say anything, she was sure that she could make it clear enough that she was more than willing to fulfill his request. As soon as she had better support to work against, she started to grind against the shafts inside her. Nor did she neglect the tentacle in her mouth, licking and sucking it with renewed intensity as she worked to bring it to its own release.

Deeper strokes pushed the underside of her nipples into the fabric, which was now being tensed and stretched by the harness that bound her breasts. A wet, familiar splatch sounded as a dense, cool liquid hit her tits from above, and more of those muscular lengths closed in to massage the dense goo into her skin. For just a few more moments, her dress was used to pleasure her until a fresh, and quite energetic pair of sucker-tipped tentacles "introduced" themselves by pulling down the silky fabric covering her red-hued , then biting her swollen nipples with fleshy teeth that seemed to wriggle and squirm at her touch before using their whole lengths to suck and tug on her nipples. Contrasting this rough treatment, the finger-like lengths now swarming her tits and slick with a smooth-textured 'lubricant' gently felt up her bound breasts, giving her a full sensation experience.

The things being serviced by her expert touch waited patiently for their turn, the few quarrels and pushing quickly melting away as she moved. Narrower lengths went after her tail while the more muscular tentacles lined up along her arm as she caressed them. Some were dense, nodule loaded affairs while others were smooth, almost velvety lengths that actually felt slick to her touch. And they all worked together to give her a fresh experience at every turn. Flat-headed tendrils moved slowly across her back and thighs, their slow motions giving away the fact that he was admiring every bit of her body.

More of those soft, featureless lengths slowly wormed up her neck and began to gently push her head "up and back". A smooth, throbbing tentacle began to gently caress her throat - clearly trying to get her to swallow the tentacle cock almost at the cusp of diving down into her insides...

Aah… I knew you couldn’t resist getting another look at them forever, she thought as a pair of tentacles finally pulled her dress down and exposed her tits. This was quickly followed by a muffled gasp of pleasure as those same tentacles ‘bit’ her nipples, sucking and tugging at the hard nubs. More tentacles massaged his lotion into those massive orbs, making them more sensitive as the smaller tentacles gently fondled them.

The tentacles moving over her back and thighs, along with those playing with her tail, drew more moans of pleasure from her, the sound half-lost to the length in her mouth. Ahhn! Mmmm! I’m amazed you don’t have a small harem of students eager for your more of your attention; you know just how to touch a girl to give her what she wants. As always, she completely ignored that most women didn’t share her tastes.

Not that she was idly letting herself be ravished without putting in the effort to give her partner what he wanted. Her hands continued to stroke the various tentacles that presented themselves to her, enjoying the varied textures and sizes as she imagined how they would feel inside her. She continued to grind her hips against the pair that were inside her, hoping to work them up to another round.

She saved her greatest efforts for the length in her mouth, which she could manage more precision with than the ones in her ass and pussy and devote more attention to than the swarm at her hands. As her lips and tongue worked its length, she found her head gently pulled back and another length caressing her throat. What he wanted seemed obvious, and she let that length slip down her throat; she wasn’t sure just how far she could take it, but she should be able to stop him before he got too deep.

He waited for her to swallow the length - this giving it enough inertial speed to start gliding down her throat. The smaller, twitching masses found spots in her throat and appeared to melt partially due to her body heat, and the grooves underneath the tip exuded more of that delicious oil that painted her insides with every slow inch it took every time she exhaled. Her lips were pressed against each indented groove, each pleasant lump and twitching nodule as it slid past her mouth, gliding across her tongue with purposeful slowness to let her tongue explore what he had to offer. Inch after inch vanished down her throat with a well-calculated slowness that kept his motions fully under control.

The tentacles playing with her had no intention of leaving her hanging either - the fleshy suckers eagerly 'chewing' on her nipples now began to add a rhythmic tugging to further play with her breasts. Tentacles wound themselves up on themselves to form symmetrical four-"fingered" hands to roughly fondle those perfect tits as she was bound up even further now. Slow lengths wrapped around her wrists and slowly pulled her arms up, causing her to arch her back in response as similar lengths wrapped around her ankles.

And just as she had hoped, the things in her ass and cunt slowly began to return to life. Her sense-enhanced body was able to pick out every throb in the veins of the tentacle cock as fresh blood was pumped into them, each 'pulse' of his hearts sent a subtle wave of pleasure through her cum-packed cunt and ass. Using his previous ejaculate as lubricant, he began to give her exactly what she wanted; another surge of fucking, ejaculating those delightful masses of liquefying threads, all working together towards the task of giving her yet another massive orgasm.

She found that, in the position he’d maneuvered her into, she could take the tentacle much deeper into her throat than she’d expected. In principle, it was much like how a sword-swallower worked, and she used her lips and tongue to examine every inch of his ‘blade’ as it sheathed itself. With the oil enhancing her senses, she could feel every detail of the nodules and ridges that slowly slid along her tongue.

Tentacles moved to bind her wrists and ankles more firmly, largely limiting her movement to what he allowed her to do. Oooh! Want me completely helpless and at your mercy, do you? Mentally, she smiled slyly, although she couldn’t manage the expression physically right now. Lucky for you that I like men who’re willing to just take what they want, or I could have a few… unpleasant… surprises for you.

Despite that thought, she wasn’t unable to act at all. Her hands could still reach the tentacles holding her wrists—undoubtedly deliberate positioning on his part—and she used that little freedom to continue to give handjobs to those lengths. Her tail also remained free to continue its teasing of the shafts in her ass and pussy, running its tip lightly along their lengths or loosely coiling around one of those intruders.

Once again, he demonstrated that she still hadn’t seen all of his tricks yet, this time forming some of his tentacles into ‘hands’ that proceeded to knead her massive mammaries. The suckers that had already been attacking her nipples increased their assault, tugging at the sensitive nubs in addition to their playful ‘biting’ at them. Soft moans escaped from around the tentacle in her mouth at this attention.

The lengths in her ass and pussy had remained largely passive for a while now, letting her ride them but not doing anything themselves. That quickly changed as they suddenly stiffened and started to drive back and forth in her well-lubricated passages. More of those threads were released inside her, seeming to seek out the most sensitive spots inside her even as they dissolved. She tried to adjust the timing of her own movements to increase the strength of the thrusts into herself, although all of the sensations she was experiencing made it difficult to concentrate enough to do so very well.

With all the effort he’d put into working her towards this point, it didn’t take very long after those last two tentacles came back into action for him to drive her over the top again. Her wings extended and her tail stiffened as she gave a muffled cry of carnal bliss and her juices gushed forth to wash over the tentacle in her cunt.

String-like tendrils flowed down her throat along with that tentacle, moving along at a glacial pace. Those threadlike "fingers" appeared to feel exactly when swallowing this velvety-soft tentacle would become too much for her and would pause just before she could gag, more of the smooth lengths gently stroking her throat as to take it in deeper as the subtle, instinctual muscle spasms would pass. The result was an incredibly pleasurable sensation as the thing's curiosity was as intense as the powerful tentacles now eagerly pounding away at her. Her moans rippled through the flesh of this intruder, and the way he shuddered at this was undeniably raw, unfettered pleasure.

The lengths on her wrists and upper continued to slowly constrict - tight, but even the their rich textures was quite a pleasure to touch. Eventually, they prevented her from playing with those twitching, chirping lengths. The lengths binding her wrists now tugged on her arms, guiding her to bend backwards just a bit more - but he wasn't about to leave her empty-handed. Fresh, fully-erect tentacles slid into her hands, their eager chirping and cooing almost sounding like a language unlike anything she had heard before. Now that her back was arched, a tentacle thicker than her upper arm pushed up against her breasts from below, the richly-textured organ easily pushing apart her bound breasts as it squirmed through her tight fitting cleavage thanks to how bound up she was at the moment. Breaking through the top of her luxurious valley, it touched lightly upon her neck, drawing lines of delicate pleasure with the hairlike tentacles that sprouted from the crown of this newcomer. It squealed as it pushed itself in and out of her cleavage as her breasts were pressed together by those tentacles binding her.

Something that felt like a dry tongue pressed against the back of her neck, and the back of her head as narrow, yet incredibly dense lengths wrapped around her forehead to gently 'tie' her into this warm, throbbing cushion. Small tentacles pulled up from behind her to gently massage her neck and back as she was slowly pushed into what felt like a slick, fleshy bed. The thing tit-fucking her doesn't ejaculate, but just drips a gooey, orange gel on her tits that feels so utterly good on her skin. A delightful conglomerate of massage lotion and lubricant that marked her beautiful breasts as it continues to titfuck her.

As he watched her cream herself, he ejaculated again in her ass, but the length trying to fuck her hard enough to reach her womb was roughly yanked out, its cum spewing all over her stomach and thighs and leaving her in a split second of emptiness before a fully-turgid tentacle cock drove itself into her waiting vagina, utilizing her delightful nectar and the dense semen inside her to lubricate its first thrust. Satisfied that it didn't actually cause her any discomfort, this newcomer starts ejaculating inside her. As he continued to spew a second, third and finally a fourth helping of his seed, the thing in her throat finally satisfied itself - blooming out in girth for a few moments before it too, offers a dense mass of creamy semen into her. The way it sticks inside her marks a pleasurable path of tingling delight inside her before it melts, dripping into her depths and filling her out with relaxing warmth as more tongue-like cushions pressed against her hips, legs and shoulders.

The oral intruder withdraws after this, almost sounding regretful that its turn had ended.

"Good?" he gently 'speaks' again.

He continued to manipulate her into the position he wanted her even as more tentacles moved into position to hold, support, or molest her. She had a brief moment of disappointment when it became impossible to continue stroking the lengths holding her wrists, but that was soon alleviated by another pair moving into her grip and started chirping in pleasure as she began to work their lengths.

The size of the tentacle that started titfucking her took her by surprise, even though she couldn’t see it all that clearly. Wow! Don’t think I’ve seen that one before. Might take some effort for even me to take it inside, but it’d probably be worth it.

Her climax seemed to be enough to start triggering his own releases. The tentacle in her ass once again fills her with his cum, but the one in her pussy is pulled out right before it can shoot, its load spraying over her stomach and thighs. Before she could even really register this as she rode out her climax, another tentacle sheathed itself in her tight passage, releasing several bursts of seed inside her in rapid succession and forcing her back to the peak of carnal pleasure before she’d more than started to come back down from it.

The length working its way down her throat took a little longer before it, too, gifted her with his cum. With him plunging deeper than he ever had before, the effects of the chemicals in his cum spread further throughout her body than ever before.

Eventually, their orgasms would die down; they might be able to last longer than humans, but they still had their limits. He withdrew the tentacle from her mouth and throat before asking a single-word question: "Good?"

It took her a few seconds to recovered her breath enough to answer him. “Aah… That was incredible. I’ll need some time to recover before another round, though. I could show you around my place in the meantime, if you’d like.” She grinned weakly. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you a gift like the one you gave me after our last meeting; one drawback to how I get a lot of my stuff.”

When she explains that she needs some time to recover, the tentacles holding her aloft shift the angle of her position towards the horizontal, carefully turning her upwards as they let gravity take over, letting her settle down into the flat, muscular 'cushions' that her body had been pressed against. More of those tentacles emerge from below the central section of his body, flattening out as they pick out places on her body to press against - forming what almost feels like a bed of tentacles for her to recline on as he carefully lowers her down to the ground - clearly confident that she wouldn't mind his appearance. The orange-greenish slime on her chest slowly melts with her body heat, diffusing a sensation of cool relaxation on her well-worked nipples. Dense tendrils with smooth tips carefully move around her waist and massage her body as she rests in that 'bed' of now-inert tentacles.

At hearing the word 'gift' from her, he lets out what sounds like a groan of frustration, slapping what looked like his head with his own limb before several turning towards the small bag left on its side in the grass as he had approached her. Smaller tentacles quickly pull it to the air and keeping it in her view, they pull out one of those cut-glass bottles he had shown her before. This one appeared to be hand-made, with a sparkling liquid that looked like it held traces of a brilliant sunset orange sloshing around on its abnormally curved inside. He doesn't ask her to open it this time - instead the smaller tendrils weave around themselves to make a 'hand' which then pulls the cork out.

The delicate scent of a very light wine wafts out as he offers the bottle to her.

He lowered her down onto a bed of tentacles when she said she needed some recovery time. True to his expectations, she was not at all put off by his appearance; it wasn’t the first time she’d got a good look at him and he was far from the strangest-looking being she’d encountered, or even slept with. She gave a soft hum of pleasure and wriggled against him as some of his tentacles started to massage her. It seemed that he didn’t want a tour of the glade right now; then again, he’d probably already seen pretty much all of it aside from the cave that served as a house of sorts.

Her mentioning that she couldn’t give him a gift like he’d given her last time seemed to remind him of something he’d forgotten. This was quickly confirmed as he took a bottle of an orange liquid from a bag he’d presumably put down before ‘ambushing’ her. She assumed it was some sort of wine based on the overall appearance of the bottle, and the scent that greeted her nostrils as he uncorked the bottle and offered it to her confirmed that belief. “Oh, thank you! You really didn’t have to—just your company is enough—but I’m glad you did.” She didn’t take the bottle just yet, however. “I’d better get some glasses for this, unless you brought some,” she said, starting to rise from the ‘bed.’ She hadn’t heard a clink suggesting there were some in the bag with the bottle, but she could have missed it, or he could have them elsewhere.

Assuming that he didn’t produce any glasses, she’d stand up and head across the bridge over the stream and over to the cave, giving her hips an extra sway so he’d have a bit of a show watching her. He might have noticed that she didn’t seem as tired as she’d implied she was; she’d been exaggerating somewhat when she said she needed a rest because she was pretty sure that another round like the last one would have exhausted her without a break first. She’d only be inside the cave for a few seconds before emerging with a couple of disposable plastic cups in her hand.

When she came back to him, she’d consider the wine for a moment before separating the cups. As soon as the cups were no longer nested in each other, they’d change shape into wineglasses of an appropriate shape for this sort of wine and made of the same sort of glass as the bottle. “Do you want to pour, or should I?”

As she made the return trip, she would get an idea of just how many tentacles he had. Large, locomotive things stayed below, splayed out while smaller tentacles, packed with sensory organs watched her every move. Dull, reddish orbs with pinpricks of light reflecting off them followed her footsteps, clearly taking in her appearance as she (inadvertently?) put on a show for him. The dress hung partially open, some parts of it slick with her nectar and his cum now sticking to her leg which just made it all the more erotic. As she returned, he had taken out another one of those bottles, clearly hand-crafted by how they were cut. When she set the wineglasses and asked “Do you want to pour, or should I?” - this time he took the initiative to pour them; clearly having learned from her demonstration from before.

"I se. rve drinks" he spoke again.

The rush of air working through his gills had now blended into the breeze of this verdant grove now, as he carefully poured this orange-white liquid into the glassware she had brought. Aside from a few errant 'eyeballs' staring at her shapely thighs and still-bare chest, all focus was on his own tendrils as they carefully poured out a serving for her first. It carried the scent of wine, and an undercurrent of something otherworldly. Once more those limbs adjusted, filling out his own glass after hers, then - he raised the glass towards her, in an apparent awareness of what humans did with their drinks.

The show she was giving him was anything but accidental; Luxuria enjoyed the thought of others admiring her body, and the dress she was wearing was more than she usually wore in one of her homes. Noticing the stray eyes still studying her while most of his attention was on pouring the wine, she smiled and leaned forward while using her upper arms to press her breasts together.

The wine wasn’t a type she was familiar with; given the unusual color and the strange undercurrent in its scent, she wasn’t sure it was even from a world she was familiar with. Despite this, she was reasonably confident that she’d got the shape of the glasses right for it. She never had any concern that it might be an attempt to knock her out or make her more compliant; after all, he knew that there was no need for that.

He raised his glass for a toast, and she brought hers up to meet it. Expecting that he’d have difficulty with actually saying anything, she decided to echo her first toast from last time: “To entertaining encounters.” If he seemed to be trying to offer his own toast, however, she’d let hers wait; it wasn’t like the bottles were empty, after all, or that they’d empty their glasses after this toast. Whichever of them supplied the toast, she’d then take a small drink, slightly cautiously in case the taste turned out to be unpleasant. She didn’t expect that it would be—the scent made that unlikely—and she’d do her best to hide her reactions if it was, using her magic to change it to something more palatable in her mouth. Such preparations were unnecessary, however, as the wine might have had an unusual flavor, but it was anything but unpleasant.

He spoke this time, but a combination of his own excitement and the eye-drawing distraction of her bombshell body garbled his "likewise" to a mass of sounds that sounded like either the purring of a cat mixed in with the subtle hiss of a volcanic hotspring.

Recovering rapidly, he quickly drank up the toast as well, watching to see if the custom-distilled liquor would be too harsh on her. He had utilized the distillation systems on his vessel to produce this well-crafted liquor, but even if he had tested it on himself, he still wondered how it would be for her. The eyes shifted to watch her again as he carefully put down the glasses - just in case she couldn't handle what she was drinking. Much to his surprise, she didn't react at all to the clearly unnatural origin and flavor of this wine, and when she downed it, it was with the calm temperance of a master.

Impressive.

The smaller tentacles explored the air, slowly surrounding his gracious host while keeping their distance, while the larger, denser tentacles moved along the ground. The smaller 'eyes' on these larger lengths pushed out of their protective flesh sockets to peer at her, taking in her lithe body's beauty. Taking a few breaths to steady himself, he focused again and spoke - this time a lot more clearly than the unsalvageable mess that was his previous attempt.

"Is it good?"